Way back then!
The girl had no idea how long I'd been watching her; the bus journey was only half an hour duration but I'd beenkeeping her under surveillance for nearly two months now, discretely of course. Some days I would be on the bus, others I wouldn't. Some days I would park my carnear the stop she got off at just to observe her routine.
I knew she was called Jessica and that she stayed on thebus for 2 more stops after her friends had got off and when she got off she walked the mile or so to her house on her own. I imagine her mother had wanted to meet herat the bus-stop but Jessica doubtless insisted that she wasn't a child and didn't need mummy to hold her hand.
I smiled inwardly at this scene; sure, she wasn't achild but she wasn't an adult either. I guessed she was 14 probably which suited me down to the ground as that's the age I like them. I cast a furtive glance at her - she was too engrossed on her mobile to notice - in herschool uniform (or what passes for it these days) shewas jiggling her legs about as she texted someone sothat brief flashes of her thighs under her grey pleated skirt were offered to me totally innocently.
"Little tart," I thought, although the rhythmic movementof her legs was definitely turning me on and for a split second I thought about executing my plan that day but rapidly resolved to stick to my original idea and take her in a few weeks time. I could wait. Hell, you had tobe so careful in the current climate, plus all the girlshad mobile phones that one false move could see you endup not only in jail but all over the national papers and I don't care what people say about no publicity being bad publicity, no one needs that.
It's not like the good old days when I first got involved with under-age girls, back then in the early 80's it was like picking apples from a tree. Still, acouple of things were in my favour, firstly I was planning this down to the smallest detail (I wasn't getting any younger and this girl would be my sex-slave for years to come in only a matter of weeks), and secondly kids are told to be alert to strange men, but never strange women. It's almost as if the idea of a lesbian sexual molester doesn't exist.
Did I not mention I'm a woman? The names Susan, I'm now in my late 50's but have been sexually abusing young girls since I was not much older than them. As I said back in the good old days it was easy; most of the time the girls were literally there to be had (if you knewwhere to look) and it was safe - well for us anyway, now-a-days most of those avenues are closed off so you have go hunting and that can be very risky when your prey is aged under 16. I sighed wistfully as I remembered those halcyon days and Jessica looked up fromher phone, her blue eyes watching me from under her light-ginger hair. Luckily I was gazing out of the window as I sighed so she had no reason to wonder at my suddenly odd behaviour, but I realised I'd made a mistake and shouldn't have drawn her attention to a smartly-dressed middle aged woman who otherwise she'd not have noticed at all.
I kept staring out of the window as we approached her stop and after she got off I watched her to make sure her routine was still the same; it was. She wandered off alone down a road that I knew from my many scouting missions was ideal for my plan.
As the bus chugged off again I knew I had about a 20 minute journey to the stop where I'd left my car, I leant my head back against the seat and thought about where it had all began, and how I'd ended up here planning the abduction and sexual enslavement of a 14 year old school girl.
Her light ginger hair and her quizzical look as I sighedhad given me a sense of déjà vu, the very first girl I'd abused had been almost identical (and since then I'd always had a bit of a weakness for gingers) and I inwardly smiled at the neat symmetry of my first and last victims being so identical. But I knew, of course, that Jessica wouldn't be my last victim: there would always be opportunities for a predator like myself.
The late afternoon spring sunshine had a mellowing effect on me and I closed my eyes briefly as my mind began to recall how I'd started on what some would doubtless call a road to depravity, but I prefer to calla stairway to a very dark Heaven.
I knew right from when I was an adolescent that I was a lesbian, I had so many crushes on girls and teachers atschool that I simply lost count, although the teachers were out of reach (and very probably not interested) I did have some sexual encounters with some of the girls. Only very brief encounters, I guess now-a-days they'd just be dismissed as sexual experimentation but in the UK ofthe late 70's (let alone the Wales of the late 70's) they had a thrill about them that went beyond sexual enjoyment and into the land of fear and shame. Britain back then, it's important to remember, was not so tolerant as it claims to be today and there weren't the support groups available then as now. My parents werevery much from Dylan Thomas' world of 'Bible Black' Wales so any sort of attempt to tell them how I felt was simply never an option. Knowing that a huge confrontation with my parents was inevitable I lost no time in moving out as soon as I'd left school and got a job; my place wasn't brilliant - just a bed-sit really -but it was mine and I was now free to be myself. Looking back now I do wonder if my parents simply couldn't comprehend that their little girl was a lesbian because of their strict, almost fundamentalist, background, or whether they knew it but simply loved me too much to condemn me; the clues were all there: I had no boy-friends, showed no real interest in boys, and only got animated when talking about female friends of mine I had secret crushes on. I guess I'll never know for sure nowas they're both sadly gone from this vale of tears.
So there I was, aged 19 in my own flat (ok, bed-sit), earning enough to get by and enjoying the thrill ofbeing able to pick up girls and sleep with them almostat will; I'd found a lesbian club to hang out at and it was there that I met the 2 women who would change my life completely.
I should probably stress at this point that up until Imet these 2 women my sexual interests were absolutely 'mainstream'. I certainly wasn't a sub, but I was equally not a dome in the sense that dominating my partners wasn't an issue, but it was becoming increasingly clear to me that I felt the need to be in control of things.
As I said, it was at the lesbian club that I met these 2 women, the first was Amanda. She was one year older than me, a very fit body but with a rather plain, almost hawkish face. Amanda was probably the most highly sexed person I've ever known. She once told me she was bi-sexual simply because it doubled her chances, althoughthat was a flippant remark, it did hide a very dark truth about her in that she would hunt anyone if she could get a sexual thrill out of them.
She was also the most amazing person I'd ever met and we became very close friends right from our first encounter, very intelligent and very funny too (she usedto call me "Suzy" knowing it really annoyed me but shedid it in such a laid-back way that I could never really get that annoyed).
We slept together a few times but could never have made it last as a relationship as neither of us was willing to let the other take the upper hand in our lives, so wejust kept it as a bit of a drunken treat when we'd both struck-out on our nights on the prowl.
However as much as I loved Amanda (and still do, to behonest), it wasn't actually her who changed my life asmuch as the woman she introduced me to one night inparticular.
It was a typical mid-winter evening in Cardiff, which meant it was raining heavily and me and my date (well,the girl I'd picked up in a pub) for the night were dodging from pub to pub out of the rain on the way to the lesbian club; my date was only 17 and I wasn't totally sure she was gay but she must have seen I was putting out and that hadn't scared her off, so my plan was to get her to the club, overwhelm her, so to speak, in a blatantly lesbian setting before sweeping her off to my lair.
So we got to the club and to my disbelief the Bouncers were checking for I.D. , I had my driving license which proved my age but my date had nothing like that and none of my increasingly emotional entreaties could altertheir stony-faced jobs worth attitudes. My girl looked at me, smiled weakly and said she ought to go, as she turned to go I was torn between following her to anuncertain evening's conclusion or whether to go inside the club for an almost guaranteed pull. Painfully I watched her go, she was very pretty and if she'd looked back just once I almost certainly would have followed her. But she didn't, and as I watched her walk off in the rain I decided to go inside. (While muttering "Bastards" at the Bouncers on the door.)
Inside I got a drink from the bar, glanced around and saw Amanda and another woman I recognised but didn't actually know sitting at a table in the corner. I made abee-line in their direction and slumped down on a chair, not really caring if they were in the depths of a serious conversation or not. I'd seen the woman before but had just assumed she was one of Amanda's many conquests, she was clearly in her 30's but slightly plumpish and her face was very severe. I felt no attraction towards older women but Amanda was the mosthighly sexed person I'd ever known so wasn't surprisedthat she might be interested in this woman.
As I settled in the chair Amanda cracked a smile in mydirection.
"Hi Suzy, what's up?"
I was so pissed off at my date disaster, that I didn'teven get annoyed by her use of the name I didn't like.
"Bastard bouncers wouldn't let my girl in"
"Why not?"
"Too young."
"Too young? Hell, Suze, how young was she?"
"17, it's old enough, but not to get in here. God, I'mpissed off."
Amanda looked slyly at me. "How young do you like them, Suzy?"
I wasn't really concentrating at this point so I just mumbled my reply.
"Don't really care; I'm just really horny tonight."
Amanda flashed her friend a look. "Ruthy, reckon you can find one for Suzy here?"
Ruth, in an icy, cutting voice, answered the question with a question. "Do you trust her?"
Amanda nodded "Suze? Yea, I love her to death, and trusther further." I actually blushed slightly at this testament.
Ruth shrugged at this endorsement and blandly replied "OK, that's not a problem."
"So, Suzy" Amanda carried on, "want to go to a party tonight?"
My interest was roused now, "Will there be girls there?"
Amanda laughed softly. "It's girls only, you're guaranteed to score."
Totally missing the implications of this, I immediately forgot my lost date and announced I was up for it. "Count me in, where's it at?"
"Ruthy's place, it starts in about half an hour, doesn't it Ruthy?"
Ruth nodded, knocked back the remaining wine in her glass (from her slightly glazed expression I guessed itwasn't her only one) and announced she was off to powder her nose and we'd go when she got back.
Amanda watched her go, and then leant over and grasped my hand, her voice dropped to an almost whisper. "Suzy, listen, this isn't quite a normal party. Ruth runs a Girl's Council Home, we're going to party with some of the girls, is that ok?"
I was slightly dumb struck by this. "How old are they? I'm not into kids." My voice spluttered with outrage.
Amanda laughed. "Don't worry, they're not kids, they're teenagers just a few years younger than us. Plus they're definitely up for it."
I was still not quite convinced. "What? Really up for it?" I wasn't so naïve as to not understand what was really being offered here, but the idea was developing arather dark attraction.
Amanda shrugged, "Yea, well, let's just say they won't refuse. Don't screw this up, Suzy. Either come with us or stay here, don't chicken out once we're there."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth returning from the Ladies; in a split second I made a choice that changed my life forever. "OK, Amanda, I'm in."
15 minutes later we were in Amanda's car on our way to Ruth's place. There was no real conversation; Ruth was clearly quite drunk, Amanda was strangely nervous and I was part excited and part apprehensive. Before the silence became oppressive we drove through a pair of wrought-iron gates and pulled up before a typically grimlooking Victorian institution.
Ruth led us to her living quarters and left us her lounge while she disappeared through one of the doors. Amanda sensed my nervousness and gave me a reassuring wink. "Relax, Suzy, you'll love it."
The door re-opened and Ruth entered leading 3 sleepy girls behind her, they were aged about 13 or 14 and had clearly just been woken up as they were still in their various nightwear.
As I've already said I had previously had no interest in underage girls, but seeing these 3 standing nervously self-conscious in front us in their skimpy clothes started a deliciously wicked feeling in my pussy.
Ruth directed one of the girls, a dark haired little thing towards Amanda who flashed her a wicked smile of recognition. "Hello again, Wendy, I was hoping it would-be you." She took Wendy by the hand and led her to alarm chair, and sitting down pulled the reluctant youngster onto her lap, I gazed transfixed as Amanda gripped the girl's hair so tightly she actually yelped before Amanda clamped her mouth onto the girls.
"Susan," Ruth's voice broke my reverie. "This is Sophie." A clearly scared ginger haired girl was pushed in my direction. The look of fear in her eyes connected directly to my pussy; something deep, dark and life-changing was starting to form inside of me. Feeling light headed I took the girl's hand and led her to the sofa and sat her down next to me. I barely noticed Ruth taking the last girl to her own bedroom; I was now concentrating on my prey.
Sophie was a bit of a waif, her light ginger hair framed fairly pretty face with a faint covering of freckles, her glasses gave her a slightly nerdy look and she fidgeted slightly nervously as I sat down next to herald she tugged at the hem of her thin light-blue cotton nightie trying to pull it down towards her knees.
The realization that this girl was entirely at my mercy and I could do anything I liked to her was setting my whole body on fire, I moved closer to her and slid one arm round her shoulders and with my other hand reached up to remove her glasses. As my fingers grasped the frame she instinctively flinched and raised her hand in protest, without hesitation I slapped her hand away and an expression of utter terror spread over her face.
That was the moment my life, and my whole sexual drive, changed forever. My pussy felt as if it was squeezing pumpkin seeds as I realized that the feeling of total domination over this under-age girl was the biggest turn-on I'd ever experienced. I glanced over at Amanda to reassure her I was getting into it, but she was too busy with Wendy to notice me and Sophie. She still had a grip on Wendy's hair and was pulling it hard enough to make the girl's face contort with pain. Her other hand was down the back of the young girl's pajamas moving rapidly.
Turning back to Sophie I removed her glasses without any objection and tossed them onto the floor then started to slide my hand under her nightie until my fingers were resting on her panties. She tried to squirm away from me but I held her tightly by her shoulder and began topers the fabric into her pussy, I leant my body weight against her so I could start to pull her nightie up with my free hand.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Amanda leading a sobbing Wendy into Ruth's bedroom presumably for a foursome. I was quite happy to be left alone with Sophie and now I pushed her flat onto the sofa and positioned myself over her, I slapped her face gently to remind her that I was in total control (not that she needed much reminding), then rapidly pulled her nightie up and off her, she gave a very brief scream as it was removed her leaving her in just her knickers.
The sheer thrill of having a virtually naked 10 or 12 year old girl under me was making my pussy ooze, and I wanted to feel the added thrill of feeling my body on hers; getting off the sofa I undressed as fast as I'd ever done before almost ripping her knickers off before lying back on top of her. To feel her slight, terrified frame under me, to run my hands over her soft skin was heaven, and I could feel my pussy leaking onto her legs I rubbed against her thigh. I lifted myself slightly to stroke her small breasts.
I kissed her face and neck frenziedly, licking the salty tears from her face, I lay down on top of her and pushed my hand between her legs, forcing my fingers between her pussy lips and into her tight pussy, I pressed my thumb against her anus, rubbing it roughly as I spread my fingers inside her pussy.
I realized that actually hearing her cries of distress was part of my erotic experience but knew that it wasn't good if other people could hear them. There were a lot of girls I abused in those early years who could only scream into whatever gag I'd forced into their mouths; it was only when I got my old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere that I could let the girls scream as much as they needed to.
My pussy was on fire now and I needed some release; I pulled my hand out from her pussy and stood up and dragged the crying girl onto the floor, making her kneel in front of the sofa. I sat down and spread my legs before grabbing her hair and forcing her face into my pussy.
She didn't actually lick me, but she didn't need to. I clamped my thighs either side of her face and ground my pussy against her face, with one hand I stroked my nipples as I felt her head move as I gyrated my hips against it.
Then I came. It was the biggest orgasm I think I'd ever experienced and it almost made me pass out, I gasped for air and my hands clutched at the cushions of the sofa and my legs exerted an almost crushing pressure on Sophie's trapped head.
I slowly came down; my legs released Sophie's head allowing the girl to fall sobbing to the floor as I slumped back on the sofa, my head spinning. I looked down at the abused crying girl, but felt no pity; just a tremendous sense of power; I had used a young girl for my own sexual satisfaction and it felt fantastic.
A post-orgasmic wave of fatigue began to creep over me and I stood up and gripped Sophie under her arms making her cry in fear again and try to crawl away but I easily subdued her and pushed her onto the sofa and lay behind her my arms wrapped tightly around her as I dozed off.
I doubt whether she slept, but I did for about 2 hours before waking not slightly sure where I was, then it all came back to me and my fingers were off again pushing into Sophie's pussy and frigging her until she cried, before I dozed off again.
I was woken later by Amanda shaking my shoulder. "Suzy, honey, time to get up." She seemed totally unfazed by the whole night, but she had done this before. I on the other hand was suddenly flustered about being found naked and asleep with a 13 year old girl showing signs of distress.
I glanced at the other 2 girls who were staring blankly at the ground with red, tear-filled eyes and guessed I wasn't the only sadist in the room. Ruth, dressed in just a bath-robe, supervised the girl's dressing before taking them back off to their beds.
Still feeling self-conscious (but not in any way guilty)I looked around for my clothes and started dressing. "What time is it?" I mumbled as I hooked my bra.
"Half-four." Amanda replied blatantly eyeing me up." Ruth likes to get the girls back to their rooms before any of the day-staff arrive" she explained further clearly knowing what my next question would be.
I'd finished dressing in a matter of minutes but Amanda wanted to wait for Ruth to return before we left. 5minutes later Ruth re-entered the room smiling broadly.
"Well, Susan, did you have a good time?" were her opening words although the equally wide grin on my face made the whole question unnecessary.
"That was probably the greatest night of my life; I can't begin to thank you enough."
"Anytime you want to come back just give me a call, you've got my number haven't you Amanda?"
Amanda nodded, and then announced we'd have to be going at which Ruth nodded and walked us to the door; she gave us both a long lingering kiss as she saw us out.
It was early Saturday morning now and as neither of us had work till Monday Amanda drove about aimlessly for a bit until we were on the hills overlooking Cardiff, she parked up and we sat in silence for a bit. She broke the silence first.
"Was that amazing or what?"
I laughed as I replied "I've never felt hornier in my life, I gave that girl a real hard time, but it was so sexy."
"Yea, we could hear some of her screams from Ruth's bedroom, I'm a bit surprised you didn't hear the noises our two were making."
I shook my head. "No, I was probably too distracted."
"It got quite noisy, we really raped them. It was fantastic."
Amanda's use of the word 'rape' brought me face to face with an unpleasant fact; I had actually 'raped' Sophie and that, along with the fact she was under-age, meant I was theoretically a criminal. I began to get a bit nervous.
"Amanda, you don't think we'll get in trouble for this, do you?"
She shook her head. "No one cares about kids in Homes, Ruth has been doing this for years and even after the girls leave nothing happens; no-one's interested she says. What would happen if men got involved and any of the girls' got pregnant would be a much stickier situation. You're not getting an attack of conscience are you?"
I shook my head "Far from it; I want to do it again and again. It's just you have to admit, there is an element of risk involved."
Amanda chuckled "That's part of the thrill, honey"
I knew she was right, and I also knew I would return again and again like a moth to a flame.
I spent the best part of the next week in turmoil, I couldn't forget the biggest sexual thrill of my life, nor could I forget the danger involved. It dawned on me that the risk was inherent in the situation; because the girls were always available they were also always available to spill the beans, and if the Police did get involved it wouldn't take very long for everything to unravel.
The solution, it seemed to me, was to have no traceable contact with the girls; in other words I'd have to engineer situations. The biggest problem would be where I could take my prey; clearly I couldn't take them to my flat and given the fact they would be under-age they would still be living with their parents. This would take some solving, but solve it I was determined to do.
In the meantime life went on, but it changed subtly. In the weeks following my rape of Sophie I had a couple of casual one-night stands with girls my own age but they didn't do it for me as they had in the past, also I became aware that I was noticing young teenage girls more and more, but not only noticing them but having dark fantasies about what I'd do to them if I had them bound and gagged and at my mercy. If that was rape
then I was definitely going to do it again and soon.