Miss America

Chapter One [The Rape]

A/N: THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS MESSED UP! THE WHOLE BOOK IS NOT LIKE THIS

Her mascara ran down her face. Her tears forced the mascara down her face; some tears in her mouth others running off the side of her face. Her thoughts went back to earlier that night. 

"No no, shh. No need to freak." He was tieing her legs together. "Don't want to get my father's attention, now do we?" He smiled down at her exposed breast laughing. 

Her tears pouring from her eyes. It felt like she had just screamed her voice away. He had dragged her to his house, she couldn't see, she could hardly even hear. What should I do with this Miss Fox look alike? He asked himself. The Miss Fox look alike was sixteen. Kinda young lookin'. He heard her try and say something. He walked over to her. He put his hand over her firm breast.

Her screams were muffled by the cloth. It was heavy and soaked with tears, snot and spit. She had trouble breathing. Is he... Why... Why God Just... 

He was un-zipping, he was getting hard. He reached over and pulled her pants and panties in one swift motion.

"Mhh! Mffhh hff!" No! Get away! 

"What was that?" he started sweating. He asked in a sweet voice. 

He looked at her, Mmm I wonder what she feels like? He reached for her tied up legs, he loosened them. He lies on top of her, she squirmed. 

"Shhh." he said in a shaky voice.

She went still, her thoughts stopped, she quit breathing. She lie there.

"Good girl, now lets not keep me waiting." he spoke to himself.

He grabbed his dick. He put it in her. She was still still, he started raising his ass and slamming back down repeatedly. 

"You're so tight, oh, so..." He started to cum but stopped, then started again. She started crying, she was looking around in the blackness of her cloth. He moaned out, she felt something tare , then a warm liquid. 

A/N: I KNOW I'M DISTURBED OK. I JUST DON'T LIKE SPARING DETAILS.

He got off of her and tightened the ropes back, pulled her pants back up. He zipped his own pants back up. 

"So, what did you think?" he walked over to her and pulled up the cloth and folded it at her nose. She screamed hoarsely. She had no other response she just breathed. He grabbed her cheeks. "I asked you a question!" 

She lie limp, bleeding. Then she shuddered.

"NO! DON'T! STO..." she screamed, he put his other hand over her mouth.

"I told you to shut up." he squeezed her cheeks hard and she squealed. "Now I'm going to run out of the room and you get dressed." he untied one of her hands, then ran out.

She was lieing there more tears rushed to meet her cheeks. She untied her other hand with the free one. She took off the cloth and looked at it. It had clumps of snot and lots of wet spots. She opened the window and jumped out. It was on ground level. 

She ran and ran til she walked to a bar. She stopped and walked in, everyone stopped and looked at her. She herd lots of 'What the hell happened to her?" and 'Kids these days and their fashions." 

She sat down and the person next to her asked,

"Can I bye you a drink?" 

She nodded her head, "Something strong." She started crying. The man next to her tried to comfort her, and placed a hand on her back. she feel out of her seat and started screaming. Everyone was looking at her again, the guys looked at her and saw her boob hanging out, the women just shook their heads. The bartender walked over to her and said,

"Miss if you can't stop I'll have to tell you to leave." he handed her a beer, she quit screaming and took it. She started feeling better, once she finished it she asked for something stronger...