Part 1

I've met Jenna online about a year ago. I don't even remember which chat room it was. We hit it off right from the beginning. We talked about everything, from hobbies, to school, to politics. And yeah, sex too.

There is an age difference but neither of us really cared about it. What matters is not the age, it's the person. Especially online when the personality is all you can see. I never felt too comfortable in social situations, so obviously it's been easier for me to make friends online. My looks are moderate, I think, (although girls tell me I look great), but I'm quite witty, so obviously I hit it off with most of the people I met as long as they are not shallow. Jenna, in spite of her age, is a deep, intelligent, well aware person.

So we decided to meet...

I was 21, she was 15, but as I said, it's what goes on in your head that counts. Your personality.

We have decided that I would use my time off from my college in Ohio to meet her in Michigan. We have decided on a place to meet and we found each other very easily. We already knew what the other one looked like due to the pictures we sent each other. She was a pretty girl. Long straight black hair that goes down all the way to her back, innocent smooth face, amazing blue eyes that are probably the only ones in the world that look better than mine.

We met at a little diner in the suburbs of Detroit, where she lives. The look on her face when we saw each other showed the exact feelings I felt as I saw her real life for the first time. We were both friends, but both knew we might want it to evolve into something deeper. We just didn't know what, I guess. I looked at her body. Nice tight little body, round little breasts that were very noticeable through her tight black blouse, tight ass. I wanted to have her right on the spot.

We sat down and talked for a while. We didn't know what to say at first, but the conversation started to go fluently after a short while. We talked about everything. About all the subjects we had in mind for the past year, about how much we missed each other without ever meeting, and about how good it feels to have finally met. But what I liked most of all in this conversation, was those admiring blue eyes staring at me. I knew I could get this girl to do whatever I wanted her to. We had made plans beforehand to walk around a little bit, and afterwards to go watch a movie. I was hoping for a little action afterwards as well.

After the movie we started walking toward my car in the dark. Jenna kept talking about what a wonderful movie it was, how touching it was, and how horrible was when the hero died in the end. Without further notice I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. At first she was surprised, not moving her lips, but seconds later she kissed me back, putting her arms around me as well.

We stopped kissing and looked at each other for a while, both knowing what we wanted to do next. So we did: She leaned her head up and we kissed again.

After the second kiss I asked her if she knows some place quiet nearby. Somewhere we can sit down and talk. She thought for a few seconds and said that we can go to the other side of the theatre building, where no one usually walks by. Or, if I want, we can just go talk in my car.

I told her I wanted to see the back of the building. She took my hand and led me into an alley nearby. I was a little surprised at how much she trusted me. In the end of the alley we turned right and I saw another small alley, slightly wider. To our left was a break wall, and to our right, a wall of the cinema.

This alley was filthy. Trash thrown all over, probably from people who were taking a shortcut home. Burger and candy wrappers, paper cups, pieces of cardboard, and on the left side was a huge wooden box. I was surprised that she would take me to a place like that.

"Yeah, I know it's not exactly squeaky clean", she said, as if reading my mind, "but it's cool if you wanna come here and think every once in a while."

"Oh, I see."

"We can go somewhere else if you want."

"No, it's ok. We can stay here for a while."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." I reassured her, holding her shoulders gently in my hands, looking into her eyes.

I was surprised not at the fact that she spends time thinking in this place behind the cinema, but that she took ME here. She met me tonight for the first time, yet she felt confident enough to be here alone with me at night.

"Come on," she said, pulling my arm. She sat down on the wooden box and gestured me to sit down next to her. I did.

"I really had fun today." She said.

"Me too. It's not every day I get to walk around with the most beautiful girl I know." This made her blush.

"You're too good to be true." She said, looking at me. She quickly lowered her eyes to the ground.

And in fact, I was. Or at least, the person she thought that I was - he was too good to be true.

You see, I have many different sides to my personality, just like anyone else, and I think I'm pretty much attached to all of those sides in me. Just look at the bookmarks in my computer and you will find out. Humor sites, news sites, true crime sites, political sites, chat rooms, matching sites, MP3, etc. And if you look close enough and deep enough in my folders, you might also find a small number of rape sites.

Not to mention my MESSENGER where I have names of lots and lots of Internet pals from all around the world. Each one I know from a different forum or chat, and I chat with each of them on different topics. One of the things that turn me on is rape, so I chat about it a lot with people who also get turned on by it. I read about it, I role-play it online, etc. Jenna is not aware of this hobby yet, but she might be soon. When I came to meet Jenna I came with the intention of having sex with her at some point during this visit, hoping she would play along, but also slightly hoping she won't. I don't know why I picked her. Most of my Internet friends are people who I would never act violently towards, but her...

I don't know why, but it just seems ok with me.

I held her chin and made her look at me again.

"You don't have to feel uncomfortable with me, you know."

"I know." She whispered.

"I would never say or do anything to hurt you." I lied.

"I just can't believe it. That you would wanna be with someone like me."

"I do."

"You probably have all of these girls around you back home."

"I have none." I said. "And if I did it wouldn't matter. You're the one I want to be with right now. You know I like you."

With tears in her eyes she stroked my cheek and leaned to kiss me. I kissed her, and after a couple of seconds started going down to her neck. She put her arms around me tightly as I put my hand on her belly and started putting it under her shirt, going up towards her left breast.

"No... Wait. Please stop." She said as she gently held my hand.

"Relax." I whispered as I slowly laid her down on the box.

"I don't wanna do this." She whispered with a trembling voice.

Oh, here we go... I thought.

She looked at me with fearful eyes. I smiled at her. A kind, soothing smile. I took my hand back out of her shirt. I saw the expression on her face suddenly soften, as she thought I'm going to be so considerate and do whatever she tells me.

At that moment, as I saw her full confidence in me rise up again, I punched her face hard with that same hand, and watched as her head swing to the right.

Another blow, again to the face.

I raised my fist a third more time, waiting for her reaction. She slowly got a grip on herself, realizing what was going on, and looked at me. I swung my fist at her one more time, opening my hand when it was just inches away from her face, and grabbing it.

I squeezed her smooth young cheeks and turned her face so she would look directly at me. What I saw was sheer terror. She did not fully grasp what was about to take place, but she knew that the person who did it was someone she trusted. The one person she trusted more e than anyone in the world. The person she could come to with any problem. Whether it was annoying parents, annoying teachers, or even someone who hurt her real bad. Of course, no one had ever hurt her that bad. She would have told me if they did. But now she was about to be hurt in the most painful way, by the person who she always thought of as the knight in the shining armor.

"Now listen to me, bitch. You will do as I say!"

"Tommy, what happened to you?"

"Nothing. You're too trusting, my love."

She continued to look at me in an almost dead pair of eyes. "Please take me home."

I left her face alone and grabbed her by her hair. "You still don't get it, do you?"

She did not put out a fight, to my amazement. I grabbed her by the neck and forced her down on the box. As I started taking off her short jeans and she suddenly got over her shock and realized what was to take place. She started kicking and screamed at me: "No, Tommy. You can't do that!"

I let go of her jeans and got on top of her, putting my hands on her mouth and my weight on her body. I looked around and listened. Nothing. No one heard it. No one was coming for the rescue.

"Okay, cunt. You better be a good girl if you want me to pull out in time. Do you want me to pull out in time or do you wanna get pregnant?"

She started whimpering and cried into my hand. I became so aroused seeing the tears coming out of her eyes as she was shaking and looking at me with total desperation, her eyes begging me to spare her.

"Hell," I continued, "I don't gotta threaten you with impregnation. I can just kill you."

"NOOOO!" She whimpered once again while my hand was still blocking her mouth.

"You better be good", I said as I playfully pinched her nose, preventing her from breathing. I waited a couple of seconds and left her nose alone. It was funny looking at her like that. Playing with her like a toy. My own private toy.

I slowly removed my hand from her mouth and let her cry silently as I started taking down her short jeans. Funny, I thought. When dreaming of doing it, fantasizing about it, I figured I'll break her spirit during the sex itself. Figured that up until that point I would have to fight with her. Thinking that it would be rough. I never thought she'll turn so submissive before I take away her virginity. Still, maybe as I'll go further with my plans, she will try to fight me off. The night is still young. There's still hope...

As I threw her pants to the side I put my fingers in her panties and started fingering her pussy. She started gasping, pleading me to stop. "Please. Let's just forget it. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I love you but I'm just not ready. I'm sorry, so sorry. Please!"

I slid her panties off and got on top of her, starting to kiss her. She kissed me back, but there was something mechanical about it. It was the same as before but there was no passion. As if she's doing it only to please me, but not really caring. Like a clerk who's just punching the clock, but does not invest his soul in it because he doesn't like the job.