The halls were darkened. Melinda did not feel afraid. She had made this walk after practice many times and nothing bad had ever happened to her.
She had no way of knowing that this evening was going to be different. She had no idea that danger lurked in those darkened halls.
Melinda was still wearing her cheerleading uniform, in which of course she looked extremely cute. Her little pleated skirt was hemmed well above her knees.
The skirt was a pale blue, a powder blue color. She wore matching panties – because they showed every time she leaped up in the air.
She was wearing a matching sweater. On the front of the sweater was sewn the white letters of her high school. She wore a silver bugle around her neck.
Her sneakers were very white and her blue ankle socks were neatly folded over at their tops. There was a bounce in her walk. Her gait betrayed her youthful zest for life.
She had curly red hair that sat up on top of her head like a mop. She had a fair complexion and there was a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
Melinda was walking past a storage room – which she presumed to be locked and empty – when it happened. That storage room door opened and a huge arm appeared before Melinda.
Before the little girl could react that arm had her, fingers squeezing into her flesh, bruising her. She was pulled right into the storage room and the door was shut behind her.
Melinda tried to scream but a huge hand covered her mouth. She could smell the scent of a stale cigar and cleaning fluid inside that little room.
A light was turned on. There was terror in the little girl's eyes. Melinda Madison had never been so frightened in her entire life. She prayed that she would never be this frightened again.
She could feel the icy sweat of her terror oozing from every pore in her body. She could feel her heart leaping upward into her throat. Her heart felt as if it skipped a beat.
Then she heard the voice.
"Be quiet. One little noise out of you and I will kill you. I can snap your neck right now if I want to," said the man's husky voice. The voice sounded muffled.
The man released his grip on the little girl's face and she looked back over her shoulder to see the face of the man who was attacking her.
But the man was wearing a nylon stocking over his head so she couldn't tell who it was. Melinda decided that she didn't want to know who it was anyway.
"What are you going to do to me?" Melinda asked. Her voice trembled. She could feel tears of fright welling up rapidly inside her pretty eyes.
"Baby, I am going to give you the time of your life," the man said. He released his grip on her entirely and reached inside his pocket.
The man pulled a long knife out of his pocket and held it in front of the little girl's face. She was shivering very hard. The blade looked sharp and she could imagine it against her throat… "I want you to get down on your knees before me," the man said. It was clear from the tone in his voice that he was not in the mood to take no for an answer.
The little girl knew that she was going to be raped. She was a virgin and her heart was breaking. She had thought many times about losing her virginity.
Her fantasies were all very romantic, filled with the obligatory handsome fellow, candlelight dinner and a soft bed. But this! This was the most horrible way to lose one's virginity that Melinda could imagine. She could not believe that it was actually happening to her.
Melinda was very naive about men. She had never seen a man naked. She only had a vague idea of what a man looked like without his clothes on. Melinda dropped to her knees and found herself staring at the huge bulge in the crotch of the man's trousers. She had often wondered what an erection was like.
Judging from that bulge the little girl was starting to suspect that she had grossly underestimated how large an aroused penis was supposed to be.
She could hear the man's breathing. He sounded asthmatic. She tried not to look at his knife. Time was slowed. Each second seemed like a minute.
Every minute – during the time she was held captive in that storage room – would seem like an eternity to the pretty little teenager.
"Now I want you to unbuckle my belt, little girl. I want you to pull down my pants so that you can see the present I have for you," the man said.
Melinda began to feel as if she had died and gone to hell. She raised her trembling little fingers up to the man's belt buckle. She tried and failed to unbuckle the man's belt twice.
"Come on, hurry up. We haven't got all day," the man said. The little girl finally managed to get the belt buckle undone. She unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of the man's trousers together.
She unzipped his fly.
"Pull down my pants, cunt, come on! I gotta boner that won't quit. It's gonna tear right through my pants if you don't hitch them down," he said.
She sobbed each time he spoke. She prayed that she could wake from this nightmare, but she knew her prayers would never be answered.
This wasn't a nightmare at all.
It was real.
Too real.
Melinda Madison hooked her tiny fingers under the top of the masked man's trousers. She pushed her fingers downward until they were also underneath the elastic at the top of his underwear.
The little girl quickly pulled down the man's pants and underwear simultaneously. His cock came snapping out like some sort of horny jack in the box.
The man's cock was fully erect. It was standing at attention in front of his flat loins. The tip of his cock was snapping upward toward his belly.
As the tip snapped upward his cock looked as if it were attached to his loins by a tightly sprung hinge. The tip got closer and closer to his stomach.
But that contact was never made. If his glans had actually touched his belly it would have done so several inches above his bellybutton.
The little girl gasped.
The cock was a hell of a lot bigger than she would have thought. It was humongous. It looked to be about nine and a half inches long.
And it wasn't even the length of his dick that impressed the little girl most of all. It was the thickness of his dick that really made the little girl's mind boggle.
She could see that his cock was as thick as her wrist – maybe thicker. She tried to imagine her mouth – or her pussy – opening far enough to take that cock.
She couldn't do it. She tried to imagine how deep up inside her belly the tip of that cock would have to push. She couldn't do that either.
Melinda could see that the masked rapist's cock was thickest at the head. She thought the head of his dick was shaped like a grossly overgrown acorn.
She could see that so much blood had pumped into the head of his prick that it was as hard as granite. It reminded her of a purple door-knob.
The man's glans was so swollen that the skin covering it was stretched thin and smooth. Melinda could never remember seeing anything that looked as smooth as his cock head.
She could feel her tears rolling down over her cheekbones and down her cheeks. Her rivulets of saltwater made it to the corners of her mouth.
Her tears got onto her tongue. They tasted bitter on her taste buds – as if that saltwater had been tainted and poisoned by her fear and despair.
It occurred to the little girl that the man might kill her anyway – after he was through having his way with her. She tried to push these thoughts of doom into the back of her head – as far as possible from her stream-of-consciousness.
Then it occurred to the little redhead that the man probably would not have bothered to wear a mask if he intended to slaughter her after he got his rocks off.
This made her feel a little better, but not much. The little girl found herself looking at the little hole at the very tip of the rapist's pecker.
Melinda was smart enough to know that this was the diminutive orifice from which both his golden urine and his silver seed emerged.
She could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of that hole – making the urethra resemble a tiny toothless mouth.
Melinda could see that the hole was opening and closing rhythmically – and she couldn't help but think that that little hole was trying, in vain of course, to sing out with its acute desire. The head of the man's dick was an extremely deep shade of purple.
It was blue-black.
The little girl could see that there was a ring of scar tissue just below the lower rim of the man's glans, going almost all the way around his dong.
Melinda was smart enough to know that this scar tissue came from the operation the masked rapist had had – no doubt as a baby – to remove his useless foreskin.
Melinda could see that the shaft of the man's cock was slightly skinnier than the head – and it was also a slightly lighter shade of purple.
The illumination in that storage room was supplied by a bare light bulb on the ceiling. The light bulb was lightly yellow and turned on and off via a dangling string.
Melinda could see that the shaft of the man's dick was every bit as hard as the head, however. It was as hard as rock, as hard as a pillar of marble.
As the tip of the masked rapist's cock snapped upward the little redhead could see that there were swollen and dilated blue veins running up and down the underside of the shaft.
The veins were protruding from the stalk of the masked rapist's tool of masculinity, making that stem look craggy and gnarled and angry.
There was no doubt in Melinda's mind that the man's cock looked more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making. The size of the man's dick frightened the little girl even more – if that were possible.
Melinda lowered her eyes and found herself looking at the sack that held the masked rapist's balls.
His scrotal sack – like his cock – was a hell of a lot bigger than the little girl would have figured.
She could see that his cock shaft was so thick that her fingers would not make it around the shaft.
She could see that the man's scrotal sack was so big that there was no way the whole thing would fit into the palm of one of her hands – no matter how far apart she spread her dainty fingers.
The little girl could see that there was a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair all around the base of the rapist's cock stem. She could see that there were even short and curly hairs growing directly out of his scrotal sack.
The man's scrotum appeared to be filled to the brim with come – to the point where it appeared as if it were going to overflow at any second.
Melinda found that she could not look at the man's wrinkled and hairy scrotal sack without wondering just how long it had been since the masked rapist last shot his wad.
His balls were the size of chicken eggs.
They were swollen and throbbing visibly.
Her mouth felt very dry at that moment.
Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.
Her throat felt coated with chalk dust.
"I want you to kiss and lick at the insides of my thighs, and work your way up to my balls. You bite me and you are dead meat, do you understand?"
"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes," the little girl stammered.
She did as she was told. She could tell that the man's bobbing cock was going to get in her way so she placed the fingertips on her right hand on the underside of his cock shaft.
She pushed the tip of his dick upward, not stopping until she had pinned the throbbing purple glans against the shirt that still covered his flat stomach.
The man was very big. He stood well over six feet tall and Melinda would not have surprised at all to learn that he weighed more than twice as much as her.
She could feel the underside of his cock stem pulsating against the tips of her digits. She could see that there was not an ounce of fat on him.
He was all muscle.
Iron-hewed muscle. It was obvious that the man had worked out a great deal to keep his body in such fine shape. The little girl wondered what he looked like under that mask.
Was he handsome?
Grotesque?
Maybe she didn't want to know. She could see that the man had extraordinarily broad shoulders. There were thick slabs of finely toned muscle across his chest, his back and his shoulders.
The little girl could see those muscles rippling each and every time she moved. In spite of the massive girth of the masked rapist's upper torso, his waist and his hips were surprisingly slim – so that he was shaped like an inverted triangle.
The man's thighs were very thick. The little girl suspected that one of the man's muscular thighs was bigger around than her own waist – of course, that wasn't saying much as the little girl's slender waist only measured twenty-two inches.
His hands and his feet were extra-large – as was another all important part of his masculine anatomy.
The little girl lowered her head and began to kiss and lick at the man's inner thighs, just as she had been instructed.
She finally got to his balls. For a moment the little girl paused and the man could feel her hot, moist breath beating upon his thighs.