Susan was a pretty girl, a very naïve, sweet and innocent 13-year-old school girl.

This is her story

I lived with my mum and my younger sister Chrissy in a rented terraced house, not far from my school. So, I was able to walk to school every day with my eleven-year-old sister, Chrissy.

We’d lost our father, he had a heart attack, the doctors said, he was very young for something like that to happen, but that didn’t help to bring my dad back.
Mum had a job in town and she was earning just enough money to keep us, but money was pretty tight and I didn’t get any pocket money.
At the end of our road was a corner shop that sold just about everything, the proprietor was a Mr. Hassan, He was Indian or Pakistani, and a big man, with a beard. I didn’t like him; he was sort of slimy and when I was in his shop. he always used to stare at my legs, Mum had an account at the shop and often I would get the list of everything she needed and then mum would pay for all the groceries at the end of the month, when she got her pay cheque.
Things went seriously wrong when she became ill and then lost her job. Mum was now bed ridden and the doctor said it would take a long time for her to get better.

The corner shop bill hadn’t been paid for weeks; I didn’t want to go down there anymore because Mr. Hassan kept asking for the money. But mum was insistent that I went and got some food, she wrote a note for Mr. Hassan telling him that a friend of hers was going to help and she would be able to pay the entire bill next week.
Mr. Hassan was very dubious, and I had to sign some papers, which I didn’t really read and I was far too young and naive to know that a thirteen year old couldn’t sign any kind of agreement. But he gave me all the groceries I needed and even some money extra for my mum’s medicine. I didn’t like the way he always looked at me, he wasn’t a very nice man.
Of course at the end of the week the money didn’t come, I don’t know if mum did have a friend or not.

Mum told me, I had to go and see Mr. Hassan and tell him that she couldn’t pay him at the moment. I didn’t want to go and see him, but I had to, so I told mum I would call in and see him on the way home from school the next day.

I didn’t know it then, but tomorrow would be the worst day in my in my life.

Next day before the girl arrived, In the back room of his shop, Hassan had got everything ready.

Hassan had put a white towel on the bed, which he hoped, after he’d finished with the girl would be stained with her virgin blood, he had handcuffs and the video camera ready. He knew the girl would be very unwilling, so he had some lube-Vaseline ready to put on his penis. If the girl was still a virgin and he was sure she would be, then the lube would make it easier to get his large penis in her tight little vagina.

He’d take a Viagra tablet before the girl arrived, he wanted to be sure his penis would stay stiff for as long as possible so he could give the tight little bitch a real good long hard fucking, he wanted to make sure the girl was broken in properly.

As arranged the next day after school I went to Hassan’s shop, I was determined to work hard and get mums bill paid, if necessary, I would clean his shop from top to bottom every day after school.

As I arrived at the shop, he got angry again about how much money my mother owed him, he told me I was going to pay some of the debt today, or else the police would be coming to take my mother away tomorrow. And my sister and I would be put into a home.

He closed and locked the shop, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me along to his back room, telling me if was a good girl then it wouldn’t take long.

I had to take off my blazer and tie. I didn’t want to, I don’t like Hassan, but I was really frightened of him, so I did what he said. Then he pulled me over to the bed and made sit on the bed next to him.

He started asking me all sorts of silly questions: Did I have a boyfriend? Had I ever had a boyfriend? He asked me if I was a decent girl. He even asked me if I was still a virgin. I supposed, it was because he only wanted to be sure he had a decent respectable girl working in his shop. So I told him the truth, I had never had a boyfriend, I was a decent girl, so of course I was still a virgin, I wasn’t that sort of girl.

Then he went on about how important it was, that I worked for him to pay off  my mother’s bill, all of it.

He put his hand on my knee, I didn’t like that, I hated being touched by him.

I didn’t know what to do, I knew I had to do what he said, or my Mum would go to prison and me and my sister would be put in a home.

So I did what he said and laid back on the bed.

He immediately grabbed my hands and hand cuffed them to the top of the bed above my head. It all happened so quickly I was really frightened.

After he’d handcuffed me to the bed, he went over to the corner of the room. I saw a video camera there that I hadn’t noticed before. I think he switched it. TThen he sat on the bed and asked me if I’d been telling him the truth and was I really a decent girl.

I had been telling truth, I’ not a liar.

But he said he wanted to know for sure, and then he put his hand up under my skirt and began pulling my panties down.

Hassan quickly pulled the girls skirt up round her waist so he would be able to have a good look. With one hand he grabbed her knee and pulled her legs apart.

 

The girl begged and pleaded him not to touch her, but as he pulled her knees apert and told her sternly to lay still and keep her legs apart so he could examine her properly, although she was so terribly embarrassed and ashamed, as she would never allow anyone, and no one had ever touched or looked at her most private parts before,  but she was so frightened of the him, she just did what he said, and kept her legs apart while the horrible old man examined her. She felt his finger probing her while he looked between her legs it was awful, but once he knew she had been telling the truth and that she really was a decent girl and definitely still a virgin, then he would finally let her. 

 

Hassan bent over the young girl, carefully he used his fingers to open her, until he was able to see the small tight entrance to her vagina.

It was obvious the girl had never been penetrated, he could clearly see she still had her hymen, it was intact, there was no sign that it had been stretched, torn or damaged.

Hassan smiled to himself, he was pleased the little bitch had saved herself, a virgin still pure and untouched, she’d be nice and tight and he would really enjoy being the first man between her pretty little white legs. 

 

Hassan pulled her skirt down and stood up, he stared down at the frightened young girl hand cuffed to the bed, admiring  her young body. She was a pretty girl, beautiful white, slime firm young legs, that were now tightly together, he could almost feel her innocence her purity radiating out to him from between her legs, it was as if her precious virginity was literally beckoning, calling him now to be the first man between her legs.

She was a decent girl and had kept her legs together, probably intending to save herself for that very special day in her life, a day she expected to be full with love and romance, perhaps she was even dreaming of getting married in a beautiful white dress saving her precious virginity for her wedding night.

Hassan grinned to himself as he looked down at the helpless pleading young girl. there was no chance of escape for her now.

Today he would take that dream away from her, it would be utterly destroyed, and after he’d finished with her she would have nothing left to save. She would only be left with just the shame and disowner, the feeling of being used, soiled, unclean, such a dirtiness would remain with her, so she could never really feel clean again.

She was pleading again, wanting him to let her go, ignoring her, he asked her about the money her mother owed him and how was she going to pay him?

He told her he wanted the money and as she couldn’t give it to him now, then he would have to have something else as payment. something of value, enough to at least cover the interest on the outstanding debt.  

Hassan rubbed his hands together, gloating over what he was about to propose and take as payment.

I was horrified then, when I saw him open his trousers and get his revolting penis out. He had an erection it looked absolutely disgusting, like a large fat bloated brown sausage sticking out from between the top of his legs.

I was petrified and started begging and pleading him not to do anything to me.

Hassan ignored the girl, from his pocket he pulled out a tube of lubricant and as he began liberally rubbing it all over the full length of his penis. He told the girl  “This will make it a lot easier and less painful for you” Not that he really cared, she was a virgin, her vagina would be dry and tight.  it was definitely going to be painful for the girl, first having her hymen broken and then her vagina stretched and opened as he forced his large penis up inside her. But the lubricant would make it easier to get full length of his prick right up inside the tight little bitch.

Now he was ready and keen to take his pleasure, Hassan climbed on the bed quickly forcing himself in between her young legs. He opened and pulled her blouse apart, exposing a very nice pair of firm little tits. Then bending over her he took hold of his prick and guided it in between the top of her legs. As he positioned himself he told her “ Just lay still and keep your legs apart, then it wont hurt so much and it will be over more quickly”

To be continued …..