Rapture by Moonlight by Expedience..,

A twelve-year-old-girl experiences the most demonic of acts, but finds something angelic deep inside. , rap·ture (r?p’ ch?r). n. 1. a state of joyful ecstasy. 2. a mystical experience in which the spirit is carried away by overwhelming emotion and exalted to a knowledge of divine things. 3. the carrying of a person to another place or sphere of existence; esp. in Christian eschatology, the bodily assumption of a Christian into heaven. (from Latin raptus, to carry away and rape…)

RAPTURE BY MOONLIGHT

by Expedience

I had taken her from her room while she was asleep. It’s not as hard as it sounds. I got my mind into her body, forced it to sleep deeply, and then took her out the window quietly as her parents slept. I brought her out here, into the middle of a national parks forest with nobody anywhere for miles, a small campground for hikers covered by mostly untrimmed grass — dewy. She woke up in her pajamas when I peeled off her socks and kicked off my shoes, to stare up at the sliver of sky that the trees allowed us to see.

The stars twinkled brightly in the circle of sky above us; a warm summer night passed by minute by minute.

She gasped when she realized that she was in the back of a pickup truck, instead of in bed at home. And there was a strange man laying beside her, looking at the stars. She couldn’t see them — she needed her glasses. Just as I saw the thought go through her head, I had them in my hand — I had picked them up off her nightstand earlier, and I gave them to her now. “Do you see that bright one right there? That’s probably a planet. Maybe Mars, glowing so brightly.” She looked up as the stars twinkled back. She was coming back to consciousness, slowly, groggily.

“Please rape me,” she suddenly said.

That woke her up. Suddenly there was a flurry of questions in her head. I didn’t think that — why did I say it? Who is this man? But her lips continued again, saying “Please, I want you to rape me. Please.” Her mind screamed out NO! but the word couldn’t reach her lips.

Because I didn’t let it.

My tripod was already set up, with a digital camcorder set onto one patch of grass that was well-lit by the moonlight shining through the trees. It was a couple days away from a full moon. She involuntarily stood up, in those pretty green pajamas, and climbed out of the back of my (rent-a-car) pickup truck, and into the spotlight, as it were. I turned on the camcorder, focused it on her, as she danced an erotic dance. Turned on myself, I watched her dance.

Her mind could not believe what she was doing. It couldn’t stop her body. Something was taking control of her muscles. I was.

I’m a psychic, of sorts. I can control and sense a person’s body with my own mind. Since the mind is in the brain, I can usually sense their thoughts as well, but the brain is usually too intricate for me to change someone’s thoughts or feelings. It requires a special time in their life, with special circumstances.

“I’m going to give you something you really really want,” I told her, as I rubbed at my crotch. She was sitting down and peeling off those velvety green pajama pants, then shaking her butt rhythmically at both me and the camera.

Her mind was screaming out, No! Stop this! Don’t let him rape me! Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god… but it never reached her lips.

I said, “I know you don’t see what I’m giving you right now. I know you think it’s painful. But you’re going to be reborn tonight, and I’m going to be your father-figure. And afterwards you’ll be all better, like a little shot that hurts for a second but makes you better for the rest of your life.”

She was not comforted. Well, time to get my pervy ambitions over with, isn’t it?

“Daddy, please rape me,” I forced her to say. What’s happening to me? She pulled her little white panties tight into her white ass as she said, “I want you to rape my little asshole, my little twelve-year-old asshole.” Not my butt, anything but my butt! It’s not supposed to be like that! Her mind was shouting, screaming, trying to move her legs, her arms, anything. But it was all cut off.

It’s like in dreams: when you walk around in a dream, you usually don’t walk around in real life. There’s a set of chemicals that keeps your brain from affecting your body. And I had played with sleeping people until I could control those chemicals, so I could stop her brain from affecting her body. A little bit of it came through though, and her breath became labored, and her eyes started crying.

But I was in her head, and she was already mine. The girl inside was aghast at the idea, was screaming NO! every which way. But what came out was, “I want you to fill my pussy with your cum. I want to have your baby, my dear rapist’s baby, and I hope your baby rapes his mommy every day too.” What do babies have to do with it? — apparently her mother never told her about the birds and the bees.

She threw off her pajama shirt — oh! those wonderful budding twelve-year-old breasts! — and stared into my eyes as she rubbed her breasts for the first time, shivering in delight. Her body was responding to her touch, sending ripples of pleasure into that brain. Like I said, the body affects the brain: and now she wasn’t just screaming No! in her brain, but a deep-seated part of her, born into the psyche by evolution, was pushing aside those screams. The horny demon within her was beginning to shout back a distinct Yesss… and I could feel every scared second as she wondered, What am I becoming? Why am I liking this so much?

As she bent forward and slowly peeled down her little panties, showing her little puckered asshole and virgin twelve-year-old pussy to the video-camera, her hand slipped down to her clitty, almost by reflex — not really my action. But I forced her to go through with it, rubbing herself and feeling wonderful pleasureful feelings.

I stepped into frame as she stepped out of those panties, now nude except for her cute little glasses, and she looked at the bulge in my pants. The tears still streamed down her face, as the helpless girl inside was being pushed out — both by me, and by her own budding hormones.

“Daddy, do you love me?” she said as she stared at my crotch. I didn’t answer, so she rubbed at the bulge, saying, “Daddy, I want to see how much you love me.” A little part of her felt terrified as she undid my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear, and stroked my cock up and down. Her right hand returned to her pussy as she started kissing my dick up and down. There was nothing she could do to stop me, she knew, and she was terrified of that.

It went into her mouth. But muscle control is easy, and so I skipped the preliminaries and went straight down, down, balls-deep into her throat, suppressing her gags and involuntary muscle movements. “Mmmm,” I said as I got all the way down there. I grabbed her little brown hair, and pulled out most of the way, only to thrust back in again, the entire way. She choked silently on my cock, her eyes closed, trying to pretend it was all a dream.