Plantacy

I don’t have any good excuse for molesting, little kids. I wasn’t molested myself, and I hadn’t even looked at porn before I raped my first one.

He got a boner, playing over at a friends house, so I touched him, and sat on his little pecker, but he called it his “Peeny,” and he couldn’t keep it up. He didn’t even know what boners were for, and it made him uncomfortable, so I told him I was trying to help make it go away.

So when it went soft inside me, and slipped out, I told him “It worked.” I got rid of his erection, and he didn’t even fake an orgasm, but I didn’t get another chance with him, after that. He was scared of me, and he always ran when he saw me. Following him, and trying to stay out of sight, but hoping he’d wander off somewhere I could grab him, and rape him.

I stalked him, and started having dreams, wet dreams about chasing him somewhere private, but he always ran somewhere public, where he could tell an adult, but he never did. So, I got away with it, and I gave up. I never got a chance to rape his cute little ass, but I thought about it a lot. Calling him gay names, spanking him, and assraping him with long fingernails to scratch him up inside, and make him bleed.

I guess I hated him, and I wanted to punish him, to get back at him for not liking me. Of course, he hated me for molesting him, raping him, and bullying him, but he was smart. A little smart, smart enough to avoid me so I couldn’t rape him worse. The other boys didn’t know about me, but the older boys.

If they did, they’d probably called me a slut behind my back, and I even felt like one for having all these nasty thoughts, and not being able to control myself when I got the chance. Then, I got my period, and like 3 weeks later, I ovulated. I was a late bloomer, petite, and underdeveloped. So, I was self conscious, and jealous of the other girls in 6th grade that had something to show for it.

I didn’t eat, and I didn’t sleep much. Playing with myself, and having countless orgasms, but all I had was wet dreams about boys. Little boys, too young to know any better, and still small enough to overpower. I even made up a secret place in my mind, where I could just close my eyes, and escape my boring life.

With whips, and chains, a black cross I could crucify boys to, and climb up to have my way with their hard little pricks. If they could get it up, and keep it up, but in my dreams of course I could make them hard on demand. Whip them, and cut them so they bleed, and rub the blood all over them to color them pink. Lock one in a box with panties stuffed in his mouth, and only unlock the glass door to dress him up like a doll, and put him away with a stiffy unsatisfied to give him the blue balls.

I’m sick, but I don’t really know if I was born this way, or not. I mean, he didn’t come on to me, he just got a little erection, but when I saw that. A side of me that I never suspected even existed came out, and made me do the worst things I could think of. At the time, but the more I thought about it, the more, and more fucked up things I came up with until I couldn’t think of anything else.

24/7 what little sleep I got in bed was full of nasty tortures in my imaginary sex dungeon, so I started sleeping in class, and I failed 6th grade. So, I had to take that over, and I was the only 12 year old in school. At least I had a little over a year to develop, a little. With my diet, I didn’t put on any weight, but I got a little in the breasts.

Enough to hold my tops out, without a bra on. I had bras, but I didn’t wear them to school. I was still pretty perky, so they didn’t sag, and mom made me put bras on, but I took them off when I got to school.

“Uh!” An 11 year old rolled her eyes when I came out of the toilet stall, stuffing it in my purse.

“What?” I was still trying to decide whether to smack her smug face, or push her, when she just shook her head.

“You don’t have to hog it all morning, other girls have to go, too.” She just closed the door, but she didn’t even look at my braless top. She must be straight, but that pissed me off so much, I started thinking about her, and decided she’s too tall. Even a year older than her, I was so short that an 11 year old looked down on me, and that just made me feel worse.

Do you think it’s a power trip? I don’t feel bad for them, any of them, so I guess I must be some kind of psychobitch, but hiding it is so hard, when I want to do is tell the whole world how evil I am, and if I brag I’ll just go to prison with the bull daggers, and being so small, I just know who’ll be the bitch.

I don’t want to be a victim, but I’m still so tiny, and weak, the only ones I can abuse are little kids. A little boy so far, but you know what? It might be even better to find a little girl, a straight little girl, and make her do gay things so it’s rape. In my childish immature mind, it wouldn’t be rape if she was gay, or even bicurious, and I don’t want to have sex.

It’s too late, I started raping before I ever even wanted sex, and now I know it won’t do. I want to rape, girls now, but where do I find one that doesn’t know me? That’s a problem, because all the girls in school know who I am, at least. I’m the retard that failed 6th grade, the lazy loser that all she does is sleep in class, for all they know.

I’m going to have to go someplace else, where nobody knows me, and girls will trust me, because I’m a girl. So, they won’t be too afraid to talk to me, if I offer them something they can’t resist. Candy’s too obvious, but come on, girl. You’re a girl, so this should be easy, think!

What do little girls like so much that they can’t resist?

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