Damn, these shy, innocent girls excite me! I wanted to pry into her soul before prying myself in between her legs. I pulled her back to a sitting position, right in the middle of the seat. She was crying as I re-arranged her pleats and her slip high up her thighs, fondled her boobs some more, and kissed her tear-stained face in mock-affection. I pressed my lips to her cute little ears, and her blonde curls tickled my nose and chin.

So nice!

�Let’s get going, baby. I have a nice cozy place for us to have some fun!� She didn’t say anything, but kept crying, her wonderful teenage chest heaving with sobs.

I sat up, and pushed her head down onto my lap. Then I drove on. She lay curled up, her head pressing against my lap, and her pleated dress still pushed up to her waist. Her stockinged legs were gorgeous in the night lights. I slid my right hand up and down her thighs, along the curve of her hips, on top and on the inside, right up to her pantyhose crotch. She was tense, but opened her knees when I told her to, and I dug my palm against her pussy while I drove.

�What do you use for birth control, Stephanie?�

She was quiet for a moment.

�Nothing. I�I don’t��

�You don’t use birth control?�

�No�I don’t�do�sex�so I don’t�� her voice trailed off,��use the�pill. Or anything.� It was great hearing her confirm what I had suspected about her!

In spite of the noisy van, it seemed as quiet as a tomb. I knew what she meant, and was actually rather taken aback at my good fortune. Not only had I happened upon this preppy dream-boat in a very vulnerable situation, and had successfully exploited it, but I could look forward to deflowering a�.

�So you’re a virgin, Stephanie?�

She was quiet for a moment, then answered me in a soft voice.

�Yes.�

I let out my breath. Such unbelievable luck! I don’t know why, but we guys just love being the first with a girl. And here I was with this incredibly beautiful, classy girl—and she’s a virgin!

�So you’ve never—ever—had a guy, I mean, a guy’s cock, um, I mean, you’ve never been fucked?�

�No.�

�Well, have you ever done it with, like a guy’s fingers, or a dildo, or something?�

�No.�

�Nothing�nothing at all?�

�No. Nothing. Nothing at all. I hope you’re happy.�

Actually, I was delirious!

�Tell me you’re a virgin. I want to hear you say it. Say, I am a virgin.’�

�I am a virgin.�

I had one hand on the steering wheel, the other right up at her pussy, feeling her through her pantyhose. �Again. I am a virgin, sir. I have never given myself to a man. I want to hear it from you.�

�I am a virgin. Sir�.I have never�given myself�.to a man.�

Damn, it was exciting hearing her say it, even if I was making her into something of a puppet. I kept pawing at her and drove the last several blocks to my rape lair, a vacant warehouse I tended. I opened a delivery door, drove the van in, and shut the door. We were now alone, not counting passed-out Robert. Then I opened the passenger door. There was my little Stephanie with the silky skirt all disheveled about her thighs and lap.

She shrank away from me.

I walked around and took a peak in the back of the van.

Robert was still passed out.

The drunken asshole. How could a guy get this drunk with a girl this beautiful?

Maybe she drove him to drink! I could imagine her turning him on so, then shutting him off, so he got into a state of frustration and compensated with booze. Oh well, who the fuck cares?

I returned to Stephanie’s door. �Out!� I ordered. She slid out, reluctantly and apprehensively, her skirt trailing behind her on the car seat. She was rather awkward, what with her hands bound behind her. Damn, I was getting hot for this girl. That bit of nooky on the back street had really affected me!

I impulsively grabbed her, and pushed her up against the side of the van and just shoved myself against her, pinning her, pressing her against the sheet metal. Oh, I wanted to devour this fuckbait! Wrapping one arm around her slender waist, and the other gripping her at her nape, I just pushed myself hard against her, holding, hugging, and kissing her with greedy delight. For starters I just pushed myself against her, then I started grinding my crotch against her, back and forth, up and down. Even with all our clothes on, I could feel her perfect adolescent curves.

I broke the kiss, and pawed her tits, waist, hips and ass with wild abandon. Then I gave her nipple a good hard pinch.

�Ow! Please! I thought you promised�!�

I slapped her, several times, back and forth, first on her cheeks, then on her shoulders and breasts. �I didn’t promise anything, cunt!� I yelled, which seemed to really startle her. Here in the empty warehouse, we could make as much noise as I wanted to!

�Except to rape the hell out of you!�

I slapped her again.

And again.

Back and forth, back and forth, sending her baby-fine blonde locks flying about her head and shoulders. And just for sadistic kicks, I landed a fist deep into her flat, trim tummy.

�Ooooph! OW! Oh-oh-Oh-OH!� Stephanie yelped and hollered. �Please, please, no more.no-NO!�

It felt good to rough her up, scare her, hurt her. Stephanie screamed on as I slapped her. Her hair was tossed back and forth over her shoulders.

�You going to be an obediant bitch and do what I tell you?� I demanded.

�Yes—YES! I said I would, I did, I did, I did!�

I walked the girl around to the rear of the van, and opened the back. Robert was still there, hog-tied, and dead to his girlfriend’s impending tragedy. �Behold your knight, my princess!� I laughed.

I picked up a handful of zip-ties, a coil of rope, and a couple of tools, a piece of dowling, and some pliers. Then I slammed the doors. A resounding silence came from inside the van.

I had parked near the rear of the warehouse. Taking a handful of blonde curls, I pushed her towards some offices. Intoxicated with the absolute, sexual power I had over the girl—the freedom to enjoy her anyway I wanted!-I stopped a couple of times, and pulled her face to mine, forcing lewd, lustful kisses on her tender lips, kind of prefiguring the violation that was to come. By now, she just parted her lips and I tongued her freely. Her lips were fruity, and her breath had traces of wine on it.

There was a metal staircase, leading up to a catwalk alongside a row of empty offices. With my hand gripping her at the nape, I led her ahead of me. I was right behind, oogling her slender legs moving up, her skirt pleats swaying about her knees, and her pretty little feet with those high-heeled pumps. I noticed for the first time they were a kind of salmon grosgrain satin.

�Stop! Stop right here!� I ordered, half-way up. She halted, her small feet separated on different metal steps, the skirt swinging back and forth, then motionless. I put my hands on her lower ankle. I moved up to her calf, which was smooth and slender, encased within the smoothness of her high-fashion hose. When I reached her knee, the crisp hem of her pleated skirt gathered on my wrist with a pleasant, tickling feel. I moved up and around her knee. It was quite straight, with just a bit of dimpling. Her other knee was bent on the rising stair, and I reached under her dress and found it, stroking it as well. It was a little awkward, but I just paused and enjoyed those legs. I continued up, up under her dress, feeling the smoothness of her slip on my fingers and wrists, up her thighs, down a bit, up more, until both hands found her ass cheeks.

She had a firm, compact ass—no jiggle to speak of. Her pantyhose was stretched smooth and tight over the firm curves of her butt. I squeezed and stroked, while my sexy captive stood frozen on her two steps, my hands up her backside, under her dress. I could feel the outline of her panties. I savor things like this on a beautiful girl—the subtle details of her femininity, her style, her lingerie.

Entertaining as this was, it was time to move on. I really wanted to fuck this girl.

More precisely, I wanted to rape this girl! To violate her, and to utterly defile her. With her boyfriend in his condition, I figured I could keep Stephanie until dawn.

Now, how many erections and climaxes could I manage in the next four, five, or six hours? It was going to be fun to find out!, But still, I wanted to take at least a bit of time and thoroughly enjoy this prime, grade-A piece of girlflesh!

I gave her a slap on her rump, signaling her that it was time to move. Up she went, the pretty creamy pink of her dress moving and swaying up the steps, and along the catwalk.

Every detail about her, the way she moved, enchanted me.

I found an office, and marched her in, putting on a bank of lights. It was covered with a dull, dirty, gray carpet of an institutional texture. Papers and abandoned office furniture were scattered about, some broken or turned over. The place was littered with derelict coffee cups, ashtrays, yellowed newspapers, pizza boxes, and all sorts of crap. The walls were a flat green, rather dingy in the fluorescent lights.

�Welcome to our boudoir, my love!�

I turned her and undid the last buttons of the soft sweater, and slid it down her shoulders and arms. Now, standing before me, I could see just what a knock-our she was. She was five-foot-four, and about 115 pounds. Her figure was impeccable: she had a small waist with a flat tummy, so her tits—more modest than they had first seemed—looked larger. And there was a smooth, gentle line to her hips. The dress had a modest scoop neckline, and fit her a bit on the snug side at her bust and down to her waist, where it opened up in those crisp box pleats that had caught my eye in the first place. In these lights, the satin had a bit more sheen.

�What’s your bust size, honey?�

�34-B.�

�Your measurements?�