Originally posted by Bill Krozby
get off the gas you wouldn't fuck them, they'd fuck you with those guns and make you suck one of them off, wobble bottom
this reminds me of that one time i tried to rape my classmate.
it was PE lesson and everyone had to go out to the field except those who are unwell or feeling unwell. one day one of my cute classmate was feeling ill and i saw an opportunity of a lifetime coming, so i told my PE teacher i too was feeling unwell too. i waited till we were all alone in the classroom before i locked the doors amd went up to her and forced her to undress. she whipped out a pencil knife from her pencil case and warned me she would cut me if i try to do what i intended to do.
i pulled down my pants right there and then and proceeded to grab one of her hand and pulled it towards my errect penis and told her to grab it. i grabbed her other hand with the pencil knife and pulled it over my penis.
i told her if she wanted to save herself from whats coming to her she'd have to cut it off right there and then.
i looked her straight in her glassy eyes and told her in no uncertain terms that if she doesnt cut my penis off i will rape her with it.
her cold little hands trembled while she tried to muster all her courage to willfully hurt another human being. she kneaded the edge of her cold pencil knife against the side of my penis, and i could feel the sting of a papercut, japanese pencil knives are really sharp, but somethimg stopped her from going further.
mustve been her conscience.
we're in a stalemate for what seemed like an eternity, children were screaming and running all over outside our classroom. she would alternate her scornful look between me, my penis, back at me, back to my penis. repeatedly.
a bead of tear rolled off the edge of one of her eyes as she shut them off. there was a metalic click and i realize she had dropped the pencil knife. shes going to get hurt because she couldnt bring herself to hurt another soul. in the end i didnt rape her that day because she consented, by not resisting with all means available to her. not my fault, not hers too. what happened was nobodys fault. its just the way things are.
and no, i was 11 and i didnt realize what i did was wrong amd hurtful. it was only years later after she suicided that i realize what i did was wrong but then it was too late.
moral of the story is, well you can arm them, children and adults alike, but that doesnt mean they will have the courage it takes to defend themselves against harm.
story is fictional, btw.
