Young Girl Guide in Peril by likebadfun
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Girl guide selling cookies gets attacked by three criminals on the lam. , The Girl Scout Troop dropped Rosie off to go door-to-door selling Girl Guide cookies. It was a nice day for going door-to-door. Unfortunately, as Rosie looked around, she realized this was a very run-down part of town. Sales would be difficult. She just wanted to get it over with so she could go play with her friends and talk about the new school year. She would be starting high school next week and was very excited.
She was a Girl Scout Cadette but would soon enter the Girl Scout Senior level. Today she wore her regular uniform: white shirt and khaki skirt. Underneath she had plain white panties and a white, lacy bra (32A). Her mother hadn’t wanted to buy her such a lacy bra but she whined so much her mother finally gave in.
Coming to the first house, she just stared. The yellow lawn was covered with beer cans and cigarette butts. Rosie took a deep breath, walked to the door and knocked hoping there would be no answer. She tried to stand tall and look important but it was hard at just 4’8″.
Me, Carlos and Khan were enjoying another few beers in the old house we had holed up in. We figured we should hide out for a couple of weeks and watch the news to see if the judge had run to the cops. You see, we had enjoyed the charms of a state judge a week ago. Pretty nice charms. Nice ass, nice tits. We enjoyed ripping her clothes off. Later we showed her all the pictures and warned her about telling anyone. Still, better safe than sorry, so we found this house and hid out here. We would have to leave soon because the owners were returning in a few days.
We were enjoying some casual conversation about how to get a girl and how to persuade her to get her into bed. We all agreed. Just grab her and throw her in bed. Khan particularly enjoyed tying up his lady “friends”. He’d even pointed out the heavy flower pots hanging from industrial hooks in the ceiling. He thought it would be fun to hang a chick from her wrists on the hooks. Sounded like a good idea to me. Carlos just belched and opened another can of beer.
We enjoyed our hideout except for the complete lack of pussy.
About this time I heard a knock on the door. Carlos said, “Hey man. Did we order pizza? Go answer the door.”
I went to the door and opened it. Young kid in uniform holding a box of cookies. Nice short skirt, white blouse, scarf, funny hat. No tits. I belched in her face and asked what she wanted. She asked me to buy her cookies. I called back to the guys, “Hey, the cookie girl’s here.”
The answer was a chorus of “Tell her to fuck off.”
So I told the kid “Fuck off.”
She looked shocked and turned to leave. As she turned, I heard her mutter under her breath, “Drunks.”
Now that pissed me off.
I reached out, grabbed her backpack and yanked her into the house, kicking the door closed. With one hand I pinned her up against the wall, letting her feet dangle and snarled, “What the fuck did you say.”
Rosie, surprised, didn’t even scream. It took her a few seconds to realize what had happened. Then she yelled, “Drunks!”
Drunks! I couldn’t believe it! The little bitch insulted us again. I slapped her face hard. The slap made a nice sound.
Carlos growled, “What de fuck”.
Khan added, “Fucking hoe.”
I figured I’d give her a few hard slaps, maybe a punch or two and kick her out the door. I looked at Carlos and Khan. They both had a hungry look on their faces and I don’t mean hungry for food. Khan stood and I could see a big bulge in his pants.
Okay, change of plan. We were gonna have some pussy. And it was about time.
I let go of the girl’s throat. She dropped to the floor looking very scared. I reached down, grabbed the backpack and tossed it to Carlos. Then I grabbed her by the throat again and lifted her up, again pinning her against the wall. Her feet were a couple inches off the floor and she was obviously choking.
I told her, “Be quiet and do as we say or Carlos will slit your throat.” I waved at Carlos who pulled his jackknife from the peanut butter jar, smiled and waved it at the girl. Nice how her eyes went so wide.
She nodded. I let go. She dropped to the floor again. I kicked her, “I didn’t say you could lounge on the floor. Get up you stupid cunt.”
She slowly stood staring at Carlos knife all the time.
“OK bitch,” I said, “What the fuck gives you the right to call us drunks? You better answer our questions real quick before Carlos starts slicing.”
“What is that fucking uniform? What are you, a fucking church girl?”
“What’s your name hoe, how old you?” put in Khan.
Carlos piped in, “Does your daddy fuck you everyday?”
I threw in, “Whatcha wearing under that uniform cunt?”
Her face ashen, she stared at us trembling, shaking. Her mouth worked trying to answer.
“Umm……..umm….” She could hardly speak. “Four….fourte….Fourteen…..and…..Rosie.”
Khan laughed, “The shit hole hoe can’t even talk. She ain’t English? What the fuck stupid foreigner doing in our house?”
Carlos, grinning and drooling, staggered up waving his peanut butter covered knife. The little bitch stared at the knife.
So, I thought, Rosie is 14. Nice. Hadn’t had fuckmeat this young for a long time. Like since I was a teen which was a very long time ago. This was going to be fun. My cock was hard as a steel rod as I looked at the young bitch whimpering against the wall.
Then I remembered. She didn’t answer all the questions. Bitch. Thought she could get away with anything. Bitch. She’d learn.
I whacked her face with the back of my hand and shouted, “Where the fuck do you get off not answering? Is that what they teach you in school? Answer our questions or nice Carlos will cut your nose off.”
Her face, deathly white, she breathed in gasps. I vaguely wondered if she was about to have a heart attack. If she did we’d have to dig a hole in the backyard to dump her in. That’s hard work digging holes. I don’t like hard work.
Carlos was still waving his knife. I thought he was real anxious to get his rod into this pussy.
I repeated, “Rosie, you slut, we asked you what the fuck are you wearing? What are you supposed to be? An army girl? What are you wearing under that shit?”
I slapped her again to make sure she understood the need to answer. She slid to the floor blubbering.
I added, “Rosie, you wanna get fucked? Or has your daddy already done that?”
Khan grumbled, “Just rip that shit off her and let’s fuck her.”
Rosie, still staring at the knife, chin quivering, tried to make her lips move. I wasn’t sure if that meant she was going to answer or just wanted to suck us.
“Umm..I….I….” She still couldn’t speak. She was terrified. That made me feel good. A panic-stricken girl is such a turn on.
Then she tried again. “My……My….Girl Guide uniform …..an….a…a.n……d …a………bra….p……..panties…………No….no………no fuck…..no…daddy…….” She looked at the knife again. “Do…..don’t….hu….hu…hurt…me.”
Girl Guide. Never had a Girl Guide. What did she mean she didn’t want to be fucked? All girls want me to fuck them. It’s natural. I’m big. I want to fuck. They get fucked. Simple.