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The world is a tough place to grow up. No one denies that. But it’s even tougher if you’re a girl, especially if you’re naive or weak or too trusting for your own good. This series explores what happens to girls just like that when they grow up in a world full of men who are smarter and stronger than they are.
Our first offering is 12 year old starlet Lulu Wilson, filming a new movie with an adult male co-star she’s befriended. One day, he offers her the gift of a new ukulele. Starstruck, she lets the promise of a gift from him blind her as she enters his trailer. Will she come out the same? Or will she become just another cautionary tale?
He said he only wanted to show her a new ukulele he’d bought for her. He said a lot of things to get her into his trailer, and they all worked.
The door locking behind her should’ve been her last warning, but it wasn’t even her first.
Lulu was too excited by the idea of a new ukulele from her co-star. It was a special kind of starstruck that blinded her from seeing anything else. To his credit, he had actually bought her a ukulele, and it was waiting there for her as soon as he opened the door. She just rushed inside without a second thought, allowing him to hurry in after her and shut the door up tight behind them.
She was so excited by that tiny guitar-like instrument. Her soft blue eyes went wide as she examined every inch of it, her skillful fingers giving each string a test pluck, her mind losing itself in a sea of music heard by no one but her. For several moments, she even thought she was alone, forgetting completely whose trailer she had just let herself get locked up inside of.
If she had looked up at the mirror, she would’ve seen his eyes prowling over her body. His eyes, so friendly on set, so intense on camera…now, just wolfish and hungry. It was like Lulu and her body were the first morsels of food he’d come across in a decade. No man nor wolf could hold himself back from devouring such a thing. No one would really blame him for what he was about to do if she were a bunny and he were a wolf.
He started with a simple touch. Just one, so she wouldn’t be scared off…yet. His fingers parted blonde locks away from her face, causing her to glance up at the mirror.
She jumped very slightly and set the ukulele down on the cabinet. “Oh, I’m sorry! I forgot you were there!”
“Well, it’s not every day a pretty lady gets a new toy, is it?” he said, glancing at the ukulele.
“No, it’s not!” Lulu replied. “My parents have only bought me a few and they all suck. This one’s great, though! Thank you so much!”
He smiled down at her. “It’s my pleasure, Lulu. Really. Why don’t you play something for me?”
“Um, okay!” she said, and picked up the ukulele again.
He watched as her pretty fingers began strumming a little tune, trying to figure out what they wanted to play. Soon, they settled on a cover of ‘Party Favor’ by Billie Eilish, a song Lulu had recently learned. Her beautifully melancholic voice filled her co-star’s trailer, each word and each strum entrancing him, erasing any part of the world that didn’t have Lulu in it.
He was so close to her that he could feel the warmth of her body radiating off her back. He could hear every breath she took, feel her shoulders moving and bumping against his stomach. She felt so real and so attainable in that moment as his hands hovered near her shoulders. This was his moment; he just had to take it, before it had passed!
Hey, call me back when you get this…
Or when you’ve got a minute…
We really need to talk…
Just like that, his hands were on her shoulders. He was touching her, even though their skin was separated by the fabric of her jacket. She didn’t quite notice it yet, so he took another risk and started stroking her shoulders. Squeezing them gently in his hands. It seemed to help her relax and play a little better, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Not nearly enough.
Wait, you know what?
Maybe just forget it…
His next risk was to move one hand further down, toward her chest. He needed to feel her chest. She always wore baggy clothes that hid whatever breasts she may have developed, and he needed to feel them. No matter if she was flat or blossoming, he didn’t care. It had become an all-encompassing need that he’d never be able to resist.
‘Cause by the time you get this…
Your number might be blocked…
Her fingers slipped and her strumming was thrown off when she felt the tips of his fingers creeping down over the top of her chest. She tried to pull away from him, her eyes shooting to his reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing?”
“Shh, Lu, I’m just giving you a massage,” he said in a friendly but firm tone. “Keep playing. Don’t stop playing.”
“O-okay, just be careful where you touch me,” Lulu said. “Please.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just keep playing.”
Her strumming started up again, Lulu’s melancholic voice wavering a little, her eyebrows in a slight pout. Something inside her told her that she shouldn’t finish the song, shouldn’t keep standing there. Why wasn’t she listening to it?
‘Stay’ and ‘blah blah blah’…
You just want what you can’t have…
In the very next moment, his hand was on Lulu’s breast. The fabric of her striped shirt, and the bra she wore underneath it, separated them and he was okay with that for now. He just wanted to feel her, thinking that would be enough for him…but it wasn’t enough. It just made him want more and more and more.
No, way, I’ll call the cops…
If you don’t stop, I’ll call your dad…
His fingers creeped up over the top hem of Lulu’s striped shirt and down inside it, like a spider crawling across its web. From the moment his fingers touched the bare skin of her chest, he knew he couldn’t stop. Her skin was too soft and too warm for him to ever stop touching her.
And I hate to do this on your birthday…
Happy birthday, by the way…
His fingers creeped and crawled down Lulu’s chest until he found those soft curves he had become so desperate to feel. All he needed to do was get his finger tips under the cups of her bra, and that was it. He cupped his hand over her breast, his pants feeling tighter the longer he stayed with her.
‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ and all that other bullshit…
You know that’s bullshit, don’tcha, babe?
He could tell Lulu’s breasts were still growing, and he hoped they stayed this size forever. At this size, they were like small apples; not very big but not too small either. And soft, so perfectly soft, under his rougher fingers.
I’m not your party favor…
Lulu’s voice was shaking now, too much for her to sing the song with the beautiful perfection she started out with. She’d only had her own hands on her chest before. She never imagined her co-star would be touching her like this either. But still she stood there, singing and strumming and not saying no. What was wrong with her?
Her fingers slipped, shaking as badly as her voice was. She couldn’t keep playing for him. The chords didn’t matter, the words didn’t matter. She didn’t want to be here with him anymore. She didn’t even want her shiny new ukulele anymore.
As she stopped playing, her co-star’s fingers squeezed down on her breast. Not hard enough to bruise her, but hard enough to make her wince. It was much more than a massage by this point; he was molesting her. That was as undeniable as the erection bulging from his jeans. The very same erection she felt pressing against her back, practically grinding against her.
“Fine, you don’t have to play for me,” he said, his voice more gruff now. “But you’re going to stay here until I say you can leave, okay?”
Lulu just stood there, holding her silent ukulele. “Why are you doing this?” Her voice was quiet.
“Because you are a beautiful little girl and I need you.” His breaths went ragged as he spoke. “I need you, Lu. Don’t you understand that?”
He thrust against her hard enough to make her fall against the cabinet, his body pinning her there before she could move away. The ukulele slipped out of her hands and onto the cabinet with a forlorn thump.
Her lips shuddered. “I don’t…I don’t…” Even if she was courageous enough to struggle, she was far too weak to be able to fight him off. More than that, she didn’t want to hurt him. He was her friend and she liked him so much. Why would she want to hurt him? Why would he want to hurt her?
Finally, he pulled his hand out of her shirt…only so both of his hands could wrap around her and move down to the belt holding her pants up. With clumsy fingers, he unbuckled it and practically tore the zipper down in his desperation to get her pants off. In the next moment, her light blue jeans were at her hips and then her knees.
Her panties – pink and covered in cute flowers – fell next, pushed down by the lustful man behind her. She heard an awful, deep moan as he saw her adorably gorgeous ass exposed for him. The next sound in the trailer was a hiss from Lulu as he pinned her against the cabinet again, grinding his bulge against the curves of her ass.
He couldn’t wait anymore. He couldn’t. He unzipped his own pants, pushed them down just far enough, and freed his cock from his pants. He knew it would hurt her and he didn’t care. He knew she would hate him for this and he didn’t care. All he cared about was pressing the head of his cock up against the warm lips of her precious girlhood.
“Wait, please, don’t do this,” Lulu cried in a whining voice. “Please, you don’t want to do this.”
He leaned forward, the weight of his body pushing her down against the cold wood of the cabinet. “I’m sorry, Lu,” he whispered. “I need you. You’ll understand when you’re older. Please forgive me.”
Then he thrust his hips and forced the head of his cock to thrust through her lips and into her tight flower. She wasn’t wet; he wasn’t expecting her to be. She was just warm and tight and so heavenly soft around his cock. Her tightness was almost too much for him to be able to force through, but her body soon adapted to the invasion.
One of his hands moved up to her head, grabbing her soft, beautiful hair in his fingers. Her head now held in place, Lulu couldn’t look anywhere but at her own reflection, even though she couldn’t bear to look at it. Her pretty blue eyes had filled up like the clearest, bluest ocean that refused to spill over. She was too strong to let him see her cry, even when he had become this monster.
Her hands gripped around the ukulele, holding it tight to help her cope with the pain of each of his thrusts. He felt so big inside her, bigger than her fingers, bigger than anything she’d had inside her girlhood. Even as her body adapted to it, forcing out some wetness to help him get inside her, she was just wincing and groaning and hating every moment of his awful invasion.
She had no idea how long it took for him to get halfway inside her, but she was thankful that seemed to be as far as he could get. Each of his thrusts pinned her against the cabinet over and over again and it was all she could do to hope he’d be satisfied soon, even though she was still too young to know what male satisfaction really looked like.
But for his part, he was nearly satisfied. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to it. Her girlhood, stretched tight around his cock, was the closest to heaven that he’d ever been – and he was about to get even closer. His hand tightened into a fist around her hair, and his other hand wrapped around her to rub her girlhood from the front.
“You’re the prettiest girl in the world, Lu,” he struggled to say through his moans. “I love you, my darling.”
He stared at her face in the mirror. She looked like a glowing angel, her cheeks flushed and her eyes so pretty. He either couldn’t tell or was ignoring that she was on the verge of crying. All he cared about was seeing the face of the girl he had been so obsessed with since the start of their shoot together.
He gave one final thrust inside her, as far as he could get his cock. A drawn-out groan signalled his ascent into male heaven. His balls tightened and he could feel his seed shooting out inside her 12 year old girlhood, load after load. It was, to put it simply, the most perfect feeling for him.
Lulu, still pinned underneath him, only felt dirty. She could feel him shooting something inside her girlhood; given her lack of knowledge about sex, she could only assume the worst and felt more disgusted than she’d ever been in her life. She sniffled, bit her lip, and hoped this would all be over soon.
He stayed inside her for several moments, letting his heaven wash over him. By the time he pulled himself out, his cock now gone soft, his seed had been too well-absorbed by her body to come dripping out after him. He didn’t care if he’d just gotten her pregnant or not. All he cared about was the wonderful feelings she’d just given him.
Slowly, he pulled himself up and off of her body and put himself and his clothes back together. Lulu just stayed there on the cabinet, too stunned to move.
“I’m sorry, Lu,” he said, staring at her face in the mirror. “I hope you like your new ukulele.”
Her stunned eyes glanced down at the ukulele. She couldn’t imagine ever playing this again. Every strum would just remind her of how her co-star’s rough hand felt under her shirt. Every song would just remind her of his forcible invasion, a kind of sex she didn’t even know the word for yet. Would she even be able to play her own ukuleles without thinking of him?
Suddenly, his hands were on her again, but only to help pull her floral panties and blue jeans back up her legs and over her bottom. He even fumbled with her belt to get it buckled again, hoping just getting her dressed would be enough to hide what he had just done to her. He knew it wouldn’t be; she didn’t smell girly anymore so much as used, and her watery, bloodshot eyes were a sure sign that something was wrong with her.
“Look, don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” he said, helping her stand and move to the nearby couch of the trailer. “If you keep it a secret, I’ll give you more gifts just like this one. Okay?”
Lulu looked at him, then at the ukulele, then at the floor. A clock on the wall ticked its way through her silence. “Okay,” she finally said, in a voice as quiet as a mouse.
He hugged her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Okay.”
That was the last word she said that day. She tried to go back on-set but just couldn’t handle it. Her mom had to call in sick for her to let her go home. Lulu’s “uke nook”, once her safe place to cope with the world, just made her feel sick to her stomach now, forcing her to sleep in a ball inside her closet that night.
She had no idea how to progress from this. No idea how to wake up in the morning. All she’d wanted was a shiny new ukulele from her best friend. Instead, she had been unwillingly deflowered and dirtied by him. Now what was she supposed to do with her life?
The End