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By Sweet Victim
This is fiction. This is the ongoing story of a very special 10-year-old girl who lures in men and changes their lives.
Chapter 4 – What Will You Do To Me?
Nobody knows where it started. A rumor floating around the corners of the internet. “The Midnight Girl.” Every night, a girl around 10 years old would appear in a convenient location. She would change a man’s life before disappearing somewhere. The story about to be told is one of the many legends of The Midnight Girl…
Leonard, Leo to his few friends, rode the subway to work every morning. It was always crowded as he took the train from his shitty apartment in the Bronx through Manhattan, and to an office downtown. He worked for an insurance company, making too little money for too much effort. This was the third night this week he’d had to stay in the office past midnight, so he was running on very little sleep this morning. Ever since he finished college, he’d been with this company for seven years, and continued to hold out hope that someday all of his hard work would pay off.
He yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open as he stood in the crowded subway train with all the other morning commuters. He looked around and saw nearby a young girl, maybe 10 or 11 years old. She was blonde, her hair in braids, and she was wearing a tan skirt with a clean white polo shirt, with the name of a prestigious-sounding elementary school written on it. It wasn’t uncommon to see students of all ages riding the subway at this hour of the morning, especially if they were attending some fancier private school instead of whatever public school was in their neighborhood, which appeared to be the case for this girl. Leo wouldn’t have even thought about this girl at all but something seemed off about her. She had her small hand covering her mouth and her eyes were red as she cried softly.
“What is going on with this girl?” he wondered. Looking closely he soon found out why. He could see a large hand, though couldn’t quite see the owner, pushing its way between two other passengers, and going up this girl’s skirt. It was a man’s hand, hairy and strong, and Leo could see that some stranger was molesting this girl on the train. The train came to a stop at the next station as people quickly shuffled on or off. This was Leo’s stop as well and he stepped off the train, glancing back but unable to see that little girl again.
All day at work he was frequently distracted by the image of that girl getting molested on the subway. He couldn’t believe that he had actually seen it, and it bothered him that the man doing that to her got away. But that girl, why didn’t she say anything? Why didn’t she scream out for help? The train was crowded, she could have screamed or something. Why didn’t she? He supposed that a docile girl like that must have been the perfect target for a molester.
It was midnight when Leo left the office and took the subway back home. The train was not very crowded, of course. There was a drunk man near the door, head nodding up and down as he struggled to stay awake. Across from the drunk was a group of a few young adults in nice clothes, laughing and joking with each other as they made their way to or from some nightclub. At the far end of the train car was a couple, sitting close together and holding each other, whispering their private conversations and smiling. At the other end, a middle-aged man sat alone, headphones in his ears, nodding his head as he listened to his own music and browsed his phone. Nothing out of the ordinary for a subway train at midnight… except for the young girl that sat across from Leo.
This girl was 10 years old, at least that’s what Leo could guess. She could have been older, but with her small chest, barely budding with puberty, she couldn’t have been younger than 10. She was wearing a blue, pleated skirt and a white blouse, a schoolgirl outfit of some sort. On the seat next to her was a pink backpack with a butterfly on it. She had dark hair and smooth, perfect skin. She stared around, absent-mindedly, whatever she was thinking about was a mystery. Leo wondered what a little girl like that was doing riding the subway alone and at midnight.
Leo looked around the train and realized nobody would notice or even care if he got up and sat down next to this girl. “What’s your name?” he asked. The girl turned to face him, said “Sabrina,” and then turned away again, looking away. Leo felt something strange as he looked at this enchanting little girl, an intense kind of arousal. Sitting so close to her that their legs were touching he could feel her warmth, he could take in her pleasant scent. It wasn’t even until the girl turned back and looked at him curiously that Leo realized he had a hand on her thigh. The girl spoke softly, “Ple-nevermind,” as if she was going to say something but then changed her mind.
Was that a no? Was it permission to continue? Leo didn’t know what this girl, Sabrina, had on her mind, but he wanted to go further, to see how much he could do. He moved his hand further up the girl’s smooth thigh, under her skirt. As he caressed her soft thigh, Leo looked around at the other passengers on the subway car, realizing that nobody was watching, nobody cared. He thought of the young blonde girl he saw getting molested that morning and the image had a very different feeling for him now, it was arousing. And now there was a little girl here, dark-haired and cute, and nobody would notice if he molested her.
Leo moved his hand further between Sabrina’s legs, his hands just at the edge of her panties. The girl turned her head, looking at him with worry. She put her hand on her skirt, over Leo’s, gently pushing it “Please don’t touch me,” she said, “Don’t do bad things.” Leo did not think of stopping at all, the need to do something like this, something so taboo and exciting, was too strong. He moved his hand between her legs, feeling her panties, feeling the warmth of her crotch. “If you don’t like it,” he whispered, “Why don’t you yell? Try telling the people around us that a stranger touched you.”
The girl gasped softly as Leo rubbed and squeezed between her legs, caressing her pussy through her panties. Feeling bolder, Leo moved his other hand to Sabrina’s chest, feeling the small, budding breast through her blouse. She was docile, allowing this to happen, just like that other little girl he saw on the train that morning. “I guess some little girls can’t resist a man like this,” he thought.
There was no way he was going to stop now. He moved his hand into her panties, feeling her smooth pussy with his fingertips, gripping her small tit with his other hand. “Please stop doing this,” Sabrina whispered with a quiver in her voice, sounding on the edge of tears. Leo pressed his face against her, kissed her cheek, and whispered, “Like I told you, yell out for them. You can let all these other passengers leer at you too.” She whimpered a bit but said nothing. Leo kissed her, rubbing his tongue against her lips. “Holy shit,” he thought, “teasing a little girl who puts up no fight at all. I can’t get enough of this.”
Leo slid a finger into the girl’s tight pussy, feeling its resistance and the wetness inside. Sabrina gasped aloud, but Leo was quick to take the hand he had on her chest and cover her mouth with it. He licked at Sabrina’s ear as he fingered her, slowly at first but then moving more and more. He felt her teardrops against his hand squeezing her face. Leo did not care about anything around them, no thought for the other passengers. He certainly knew they existed, he could hear the train announcements for different stops, and he could hear other passengers getting on or off. But since nobody was stopping him from molesting this innocent girl, it meant that either nobody noticed or nobody cared.
He slide another finger into Sabrina’s tiny pussy, moving them in and out as he teased her. Leo could feel the girl getting wetter. “This girl is really feeling it,” he thought, “She’s getting turned on from being molested, huh? She’s only ten years old, but she’s a really slutty brat.” He fingered Sabrina harder, faster. He could feel her breath on his hand as he held it tight over her mouth, felt her moaning. He whispered in her ear, “Enjoy it, keep getting turned on you horny brat. In the public, on this train. Cum from being molested by a stranger.” He kept going, feeling the girl’s breath become more panicked, more intense as he fingered her. Suddenly he felt her shiver, felt her little pussy squeeze tighter, her thighs shaking, and felt his fingers become soaked in this little girl’s juice.
“She came,” he thought. “What a perverted little girl.” He loosened the grip on her mouth, letting her go and he could hear her crying softly. He took his hand from her panties and looked at the sticky wetness on it. He sniffed at the little girl’s pussy juices on his fingers and tasted it. It was bittersweet and pleasant. “I guess you can’t help cumming if you get molested,” Leo said, not looking at the girl or caring if she said anything.
When Leo stood up he realized that the train was stopped. The whole subway car was empty except for himself and Sabrina. Was this the end of the line? Did he miss an announcement? How long had he been molesting Sabrina? It was eerily quiet, he couldn’t even hear the girl crying anymore. Panicked, Leo looked around and saw that Sabrina was still there. She had her feet up on the seat next to her. Her panties were still pulled down a bit from earlier, her wet pussy clearly on display. She was smiling, a devious look on her face. “Now it’s just Leo and Sabrina, all alone.” There was something cruel and teasing about her voice, and something strange about how she suddenly knew his name. “A molester like you,” she said, “will certainly do horrible things to me.”
Leo looked at her, frightened, and asked “Wha…Who are you?” Sabrina only smiled and in that same teasing voice giggled and said “I wonder what you’re going to do next?” Leo was already opening his pants, taking his cock out, he couldn’t help it. A small part of mind told him something wrong with this situation, but the part of his mind doing the thinking could not resist the fact that he was alone with this girl, and her little pussy looked so good, so ready to fuck. He reached forward and yanked Sabrina’s panties the rest of the way off, she squealed, “Oh, you’re so scary.”
Getting over the girl, putting her legs over his shoulders, Leo rubbed his hard cock against that girl’s soaking wet and impossibly tight pussy. “Wait,” Sabrina said, her voice no longer sounding pleasant. “Are you going to rape me? She sounded like the scared little girl again as Leo started to force his cock into her. “No! Don’t!” Leo wasn’t going to stop, he had the head of his cock in this girl, he could feel her little pussy swallowing him in as he pushed further. “You’re horrible,” Sabrina cried out. Leo shoved his cock in all the way, groaning from the pleasure of this tiny fuckhole. “Don’t fuck with me, you slutty brat,” he said as he started moving his cock in and out, fucking this little girl, “Your pussy is soaking wet. It’s basically sucking my dick in. You want to be raped.”
Leo fucked this girl harder, pounding in and out as she cried. He had never felt something so good, something so wonderfully tight as this child’s pussy squeezing at his cock. “I’m gonna cum,” Leo said. “I’m going to cum inside of you.” Sabrina was sobbing, saying “No! Please don’t! Not that!” But Leo didn’t care. With one last, hard shove, Leo drove his cock into Sabrina’s tight pussy and came, flooding her little body with his cum. “You slutty little brat,” he groaned as his cock fired shot after shot into this tight pussy, “Take it all.”
Once his orgasm was over, Leo stood back up, sliding his dick out of the crying little girl. He looked down at Sabrina and heard her say. “You raped me, you beast.” Leo suddenly realized what he had done and felt that awful post-nut clarity that followed such an intense orgasm. He could see the little girl’s pussy, red and swollen, his own cum dripping from it. “I have to get off,” he said as he rushed to the subway door. It was already open and he stepped out into some unfamiliar station, no idea where he was. “I really fucking did it,” he thought as he went through the station, “To think that I could do such a thing?” He felt like a monster but also realized that he was fine with that. He walked up the stairs, back to the street, and he could feel that little girl’s pussy juices on his cock, knowing he would want more.
Leo eventually found his way home but didn’t get much sleep before having to leave for work the next morning. He stood there as he did every other morning, tired, crowded in with other commuters. Looking down he saw a familiar sight, the little blonde-haired schoolgirl from the day before. He saw her being molested the morning before and she had been quiet. Leo now realized why she had been quiet, he was a smarter man now. He knew from his activities the night before that little girls didn’t cry out when they were molested by a stranger because they wanted it, they loved it. They were all little sluts.
Moving behind the girl, Leo moved a hand to her ass and squeezed. “Hey there. You want your ass touched by men, don’t you.” he moved his hand under her skirt quickly and squeezed again. The little blonde girl gasped softly. “You slutty brat,” Leo whispered. “If you don’t like it, why don’t you try to yell?” This little girl had told her mother about what happened to her on the subway the day before, so today she came prepared. She took the metal whistle attached to a small chain around her neck, brought it to her mouth and blew it as hard as she could. The shrill sound of the whistle cut through all the noise on the train. Every passenger was looking at Leo now as he stood up, startled, pulling his hand away from the little girl.
“This man was trying to molest me!” The blonde girl shouted. Passengers crowded around, and Leo could feel them shoving him. “I saw it too!” someone said. “Call the police!” “How could you put your hands on a child, you scum!”
At the back of this subway car sat another young schoolgirl with dark hair. She was wearing a blue skirt, and white blouse, and had a pink backpack with a butterfly on it on her lap. She put her fingers to her mouth and giggled pleasantly. She whispered softly, “A child molester this early in the morning?” Nobody around could hear her, but Leo could. Even with this crowd of angry passengers forcing Leo off the train, and hitting him, he could hear Sabrina’s words clearly, as if she was shouting them into his ear. “You must have been so stressed out. Were you, Leo? Was it worth it?” As the doors closed and the subway train moved on to its next destination, Sabrina smiled, humming softly to herself.
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