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   Rapist's Little Helper (MF/f, nc, voy, ped)   
   by Sparrow (razzmatazz454@yahoo.com)   
      
   ***   
      
   A single mother discovers a stranger in her house, and   
   must submit to his every demand in order to protect her   
   seven year old daughter. He makes her play 'chicken'   
   with him, with the daughter as referee.   
      
   ***   
      
   I walked into the living room, very aware of the man   
   following close behind... and VERY aware of the gun   
   pressed against my back. I heard his rough whisper in   
   my ear, "Remember... total willingness and cooperation.   
   You know what will happen if you don't play along...   
   right?"   
      
   "Yes, I promise I'll cooperate. Anything. Just don't   
   hurt my daughter. Please, mister. She's only seven   
   years old."   
      
   We could see little Emily watching TV as we paused in   
   the hallway. "Oh... fucking A," he whispered lustfully   
   into my ear, "she's beautiful... oh man... just give me   
   the slightest excuse..."   
      
   "No," I whimpered. "Please. I'll do whatever you want.   
   I swear."   
      
   "Mmmmm...Good. Just keep that in mind.... I'm putting   
   the gun in my jacket pocket now, but remember, I can   
   get to it at any time." I nodded my head to show I   
   understood. "Now introduce me to her.... Say I'm Uncle   
   Bob or something... a good friend of yours."   
      
   "Emily?" I said, swallowing hard as we walked into the   
   room. "This is a good friend of mine." I tried my best   
   to sound cheerful, and surprised myself how pleasant   
   and happy I managed to seem. It's amazing what   
   wellsprings of strength we can call upon when our need   
   is desperate enough. "His name is Uncle Bob." The   
   terror I felt was unimaginable, but I knew I had to   
   control myself and stay calm, for my daughter's sake.   
      
   The day had started out so normal, a typical Sunday   
   morning. Scrambled eggs and orange juice. The comics.   
   Sunday school. Then, when Emily and I returned home   
   from church, I went to my bedroom to change, I noticed   
   the broken window and there he was... a strange man in   
   my house, holding a gun and smiling perversely. And now   
   he was making me introduce him to her as an old family   
   friend. But what choice did I have? None. He'd told me   
   what to say to her. I had do it. I had to submit to his   
   every demand and hope for the best, because the   
   alternative was far too horrible to contemplate.   
      
   Even though I'd told Emily to change into her play   
   clothes first thing after coming home from church, she   
   sat there on the sofa, still in their Sunday School   
   dress, watching cartoons. She turned to us and smiled,   
   her beautiful young eyes sparkling with trust and   
   innocence. "Hi, Uncle Bob," she said. "Nice to meet   
   you, sir." She's a very sweet and well mannered little   
   girl... I'd taught her to always be polite to grownups,   
   and especially to our guests.   
      
   The man guided me around the sofa until we stood in   
   front of the TV. He whispered in my ear, "Have her turn   
   the TV off. Tell her we are going to play a game."   
      
   "Turn the TV off now, Dear. Uncle Bob has a game he   
   wants us to play."   
      
   "Ok, Mom." She clicked the remote and the sounds of the   
   cartoons vanished, leaving the room silent except for   
   the beating of my heart in my ears. "What kind of   
   game?" she sat up attentively, happy that the grown ups   
   were paying attention to her.   
      
   "Tell her it's called 'chicken'..." he whispered in my   
   ear. "That it's a contest where you try to find out   
   who's the bravest." I could tell by the inflection in   
   his voice that he wore a friendly smile, to win Emily's   
   trust.   
      
   I swore silently to myself that I would not give him   
   even the slightest excuse to hurt her. I took a deep   
   breath, and did as he told me. "It's called 'chicken',   
   Honey," I said cheerfully so she wouldn't be afraid.   
   "It's like a contest... a game where you try to find   
   out... who's the bravest."   
      
   "That's right..." He spoke directly to Emily now. "Your   
   Mom and I are going to play a little game of chicken.   
   It's a really really fun game. You'll like it." He   
   laughed in a friendly way, as if telling a humorous   
   joke. "In fact your Mom was telling me that this is her   
   favorite game in the whole world. She told me that   
   she's the world's champion and never loses." He then   
   whispered to me under his breath, "Tell her this is   
   your favorite game."   
      
   I swallowed my pride and told my daughter, "Uncle Bob's   
   right. This is my favorite game in the whole world...   
   and I never lose."   
      
   "Mmmm... that's good..." he whispered. "You tell her   
   everything I tell you to, and do what I say... and   
   everything will be fine. But if you don't... she's   
   mine." He chuckled, his threat all too persuasive.   
      
   "How do you play?" Emily asked. She's always enjoyed   
   playing games.   
      
   "You'll like it a lot," the man's smiling voice said   
   from behind me. "It's like a "dare" game. First I dare   
   your Mom to do something, and then she has to do it. If   
   I dare her to do something, like... say... jump up and   
   down, then she has to do it... if she doesn't want to,   
   then all she has to do is say 'chicken' and the game's   
   over and I win".   
      
   What he didn't tell her was what would happen if I DID   
   say chicken. I shuttered to think of it. He'd made it   
   absolutely clear that he was going to rape me, no   
   matter what I did. I had no choice in that. But if I   
   didn't fully cooperate with this game of his... Oh God,   
   I HAD to cooperate. I had to, for Emily's sake. He'd   
   told me that if I just play his game, and make him cum   
   willingly, and eagerly submit to his every request,   
   that he'd just go away without harming her.   
      
   That was my one ray of hope. Maybe if the whole thing   
   played out as just a fun game, I thought, we could get   
   through this with little or no trauma to Emily. I must   
   sacrifice myself for my daughter. I HAD to. I would   
   submit to his rape. I would do anything he wants.   
   Anything. Just please don't hurt my sweet daughter.   
      
   "And we need you to be the judge," the man said   
   cheerfully. "Do you want to be the referee?"   
      
   "Yeah!!" Emily grinned enthusiastically. "What do I   
   do?"   
      
   He whispered instructions in my ear... things I had to   
   tell Emily. I said what he told me to. "Well..." I said   
   in as happy a tone of voice as I could manage, "he's   
   going to dare me to do things..." While I spoke, I felt   
   his large hand slide slowly across my hip from behind   
   me, then up over my arm and stomach, across my ribs and   
   up, until it cupped my right breast. "... and your job   
   is to watch closely to make sure I do them just like he   
   says..." His hand squeezed my breast softly and began   
   slowly kneading it while my daughter watched. I did not   
   resist in any way. "...You want me to win the game   
   don't you, dear? It's really important that we win this   
   game." Emily's eyes widened as a big embarrassed smile   
   crossed her face.   
      
   "Ask her why she's smiling," he whispered.   
      
   "Why are you smiling, Honey?"   
      
   "Mom! He's playing with your boobie!" She giggled.   
      
   "Very good!" the man said to her in encouragement.   
   "You're going to be the best referee ever! That was my   
      
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