Disclaimer: This is fiction. Do not misrepresent it as anything but. Fiction is not reality. I do not condone any actions depicted herein.
Tags: Underage, Violent, Rape, (implied) Death
A New World Order is a series in which a world much like our own is taking place, but with one big change. A recent law made women and girls worth nothing in the eyes of the justice system. Any crime committed towards a woman is no longer considered a crime. Read more here:
A New World Order
A New World Order - EmergencyDave pushed the stretcher into the ambulance with great effort. He had been on the scene for not more than ten minutes, but both he and his colleague Brian had been working their asses off trying to save this man's life. It was looking better now, but he was still in critical condition. Luckily another ambulance had taken over by now and Dave could wipe his brow clean. You never know what you're going to be dealing with when arriving at a car crash – especially at a highway off-ramp. Dave hypothesized that the silver minivan had been break-checked by the red hatchback and not had enough time to break, so they rear-ended and spun out, into a concrete lane divider.
The red hatchback was on its side, the back of it mangled up, but other than that, it was still in decent shape. The driver had crawled out by himself and had been arrested by police – a tweaker out on parole that wouldn't understand what he had caused until the next day by the looks of his wide pupils. The minivan had gone head first into the concrete divider, hitting the driver's side the most, then spun around and skidded to a stop on the sidewalk some fifty feet away. The man they had just saved, or at least Dave hoped they had – what internal injuries he might have had Dave had no idea – was the driver of the silver minivan.
Dave had felt uneasy the first few days riding in the ambulance after the law change. The new directives he had been given were clear: "Always save men. Saving women is optional, and only if all men are already safe. Always deduct one level from triage when treating a woman." It basically meant that he could choose if he wanted to care for women, and even if he did, he would treat them as if their injuries were less than they actually were. Triage was a way to divide the injured into colors, or levels, depending on how injured they were. A level 1 would be someone who needed hospital care immediately to save their life, and a level 2 would be someone who urgently needed care, but could probably take the next ambulance, and so on.
That day there hadn't been a choice. The minivan had had two occupants, and the driver was definitely the most injured of them all. His leg had been amputated on impact and a piece of plastic from the dashboard had pierced his lung. The young lady in the passenger's seat – his teenaged daughter, Dave had guessed, had faired pretty well, considering how violent the crash must have been.
Dave stood outside the minivan and looked at her. She was sobbing lightly, holding a rag against a laceration on the outside of her naked thigh. Damn, she was pretty. Dave opened the door to get a better look. The ponytailed blonde girl was definitely in her teens, wearing a deep blue cheerleading outfit that hugged her petite frame to the bone. Dave found himself staring at the girl – her small, perky tits, her flat stomach and her toned legs.
"Help," she whimpered. Dave came back to reality. He assessed the situation. A Laceration on her thigh, perhaps a damaged artery, some minor cuts and bruises on her face. Her cute face. An arm she's reluctant to use – might be broken.
"What's your name, sweetie?" Dave asked while putting his medic bag on the ground next to the car to grab some supplies.
"Michelle," she answered.
"Okay, Michelle, how old are you? Do you know where you are right now?" Standard questions made to determine if her brain could be damaged.
"I- I- I'm 14 and, er- I- We were in a car accident, I think," she sobbed, stuttering the words. Shock will do that. "Oh, god! Dad…" She looked over to the driver's side and cried out. The seat was filled with blood and the stump of a leg still protruded from underneath the steering wheel.
"Your dad is on his way to the hospital, okay? We will take good care of him." Dave reassured her. He grabbed a pad and pressed it against her leg wound. He wrapped a bandage around it tightly to stop the bleeding as much as he could. As he removed the rag to replace it with the pad, his suspicion of an artery bleed was confirmed. He removed a belt-like rubber hose from his medic bag and wrapped it around her thigh. He rolled it up her thigh, as high as it could go underneath her skirt. He felt the warmth of her crotch against his hand as he tightened the belt to hinder the flow of blood. He lingered a little, his knuckle brushing up against her panties. Fuck.
Fuck it.
"You good?" Brian called out from behind Dave.
"Yeah, I got it," Dave answered back, and Brian moved back to talk to the guys from the fire department. Dave extended his finger and slid it down the outside of Michelle's panties, feeling every inch of her young pussy.
"What- What are…" Michelle was confused. Dave lifted her panties with his finger and pried it to the side to expose her cunt to the world. Michelle tried to push his hand away with her good arm, but in her weakened state, she had no chance. Dave pushed two fingers against her clit and slid them down her slit. Michelle jolted at the sudden and uncomfortable feeling. "No. Stop," she whimpers.
"Be quiet," Dave commanded and took a step inside the car. He leaned over her and started unbuckling his green pants. His cock was rock hard at the sight of the exposed teen and sprung out from his pants. "Put it in your mouth," he said.
"No!" she cried out, guarding her mouth with her forearm and turning her head.
"Suck it or I'm going to let you fucking die, do you understand me?" Dave threatened, looking her in the eye to show her he was serious.
"No!" Michelle cried out again, apparently not at all privy to the situation she was in. "Stop!"
Dave swung at her; a semi-closed fist, striking palm first at her temple. Then again, and again. Each hit garnered a squeal and a thud. Michelle clearly wasn't used to this treatment, as she panicked and jumped in place, crying intensely.
"Stop! Please! Please!" she cried.
"Then fucking suck it!" Dave struck her once more for good measure. It took a while for her to get back to her senses, but eventually, she opened her mouth, sobbing heavily. Dave stroked his cock a little and extended his hips to push it to her lips. He sighed happily as her warm, wet tongue touched his frenulum. He slid his hand down the back of her head and wrapped his fingers around her ponytail. In a slow, steady motion he pushed her head forward, ramming his cock into her mouth. At about half-way, he encountered resistance from her throat. Michelle gagged but kept it down. Dave pulled out and did the same thing again, that time a little faster. She gagged every time he came in contact with the back of her mouth with the head of his cock, but he didn't care. With every stroke, he went faster and faster. Michelle was quiet in taking her punishment at first, but as her head got thrown around like a ragdoll and her mouth got used like a fleshlight, her fight or flight reflexes kicked in, and she tried to scream. It only came out in very small bursts in-between Dave's thrusts and sounded more like moaning in his mind, which only made him go even harder.
Dave felt himself getting close to cumming as he slammed into Michelle's little mouth again and again. He immediately stopped and followed it up with a hard slap to her cheek which sent her head flying to the side. He didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to use that little cunt of hers, first. It was his right, after all.
Dave reached down and picked up the clothes scissors, used to cut people's clothes open in emergencies. In his eyes, it definitely was an emergency – he wanted to see her little body. He wanted to feel her small, barely developed tits in his hands. He put the tip of the scissors at the bottom of her skirt and started cutting up the middle. As he went her outfit sprung to the sides. Not surprising considering how tight-fitting it was. Michelle coughed and sputtered, and still pleaded with Dave to stop, like it mattered at this point. The final thread was cut and Dave threw the scissors down at his bag again. He reached in and pushed the outfit from her shoulders down her arms, and as he did, her perky little tits came out from their hiding place. A-, maybe B-cups at most, with beautiful pink nipples in perfect proportion. Dave's hands traveled down her shoulders and cupped her breasts. Michelle twisted and turned in her seat as Dave pinched and squeezed her untouched tits. Her skin was so soft and her body so perfectly what Dave had envisioned the moment he laid eyes on her. He launched himself at her, his mouth latching on to her left nipple, suckling, and licking and kissing and nibbling like a madman. He had never been hornier in his life.
"What's going on here?" A burly, authoritative voice came from outside the vehicle. Dave and Michelle turned their heads to look at who it was. It was a cop, hand on his sidearm and a stern look on his face.
"Help! He's raping me, he's raping me! Please!" Michelle screamed at the top of her lungs, with perhaps even a little bit of glee in her voice thinking that Dave would get what was coming to him.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb. I'll keep everyone back." And just like that, the officer was on his way again, without Dave having said a word. Michelle went wild, thrashing and crying and screaming as much as she could.
"Stay still you goddamn fuck toy!" Dave swung again, this time to her side and her belly. He started beating her as she thrashed around – every punch taking some energy away from her, eventually resulting in her being doubled over in pain, still with Dave grabbing at her tits as he stroked his cock with his other hand. "Lean back, now. I'm gonna fuck you."
Michelle leaned back, defeated. She wouldn't help him rape her, but she also wouldn't resist him, anymore, either. She had given up.
"I'm telling dad," she said, probably just as a reflex, showing her innocence. Dave stopped for a second. He swallowed. "She can't do that, can she?" he thought. "Does it even matter?", "No, she won't." The thoughts bounced around his head as he reached down to her panties and ripped them off. Michelle squealed. Dave lifted her hips closer to the edge of the seat and he raised her legs up to spread them. Her tiny pink cunt was so inviting that all the other thoughts simply went away. Dave wasn't too big – just slightly above average, but Michelle's hole was clearly not built for "above average". Dave shoved a finger into her mouth to gather some saliva and then put it against her folds. She shuddered at his touch. He lightly pressed his finger past her pussy lips and kept going, pressing his digit into her tight warm hole. Even his finger had a hard time getting inside, but he guessed that was partly because she was still fighting him, trying to push herself shut. Even so, his cock would definitely take its toll on her.
"This is going to hurt," Dave said and pulled his finger out of a distressed Michelle. He lowered himself to her and steered his cock, still slick with her saliva, towards her folds. The begging and pleading started again.
"Please stop. Please, I don't want to." This time her voice was no longer that of a teenager not getting what she wants, but that of an exposed little child, desperate and scared to death.
Dave smiled. The pleading actually made him even hornier. Putting the tip of his cock against her the size difference was clear. He couldn't even see her pussy anymore – the head of his cock covered it all. He laughed a little. He had imagined this a thousand times before, but now he would actually do it, and it already felt better than he had imagined in his wildest dreams. Michelle put her hand against his chest to push him away – she was barely in control of her own body at this point.
Fuck it.
Dave pushed forward, his cock penetrating the teen with great effort, her pink pussy lips turning white before he had even gotten the head in fully. Michelle's voice cracked as she screamed with everything that was still left in her – which wasn't much. Dave moaned loudly, having never felt this good before. He didn't care about her screaming. He threw himself down on the girl, his cock burying itself to the hilt inside of her, and he could feel her cunt open up to him – although after a second he realized it was probably her skin ripping apart, and not some conscious decision she had made to let him in. Dave bucked his hips back and thrust into her again, and again. Each thrust felt like heaven opened up to him. He placed a hand on her breast to push her down in the seat as he fucked her like an animal.
"Fuck yes you little whore! Take that cock!" Dave shouted at her, practically foaming at the mouth as he barreled down on Michelle, his cock digging into her tightness as if there was hidden treasure at the bottom.
Michelle wandered in and out of consciousness as the immense pain inside of her snapped her out of it each time the man on top of her shoved his cock inside. It wouldn't take long for Dave to reach his limit, although in Michelle's world it was an eternity. With a loud groan, Dave pulled out of the girl and jerked his cock off above her. Stream after stream of cum shot out and painted the teenager's face, hair, and chest. Michelle was taking shallow breaths as the hot sticky white mess sailed down on her. Dave was above her, smiling from ear to ear, and in her daze, she smiled back – her mind fuzzy enough to think that it was courteous to do at that point.
Dave panted a little as he used Michelle's torn off panties to clean his cock from blood and any other fluids. He put his pants back on and exited the car. The thoughts he had repressed earlier came back. What would happen if she did tell her dad? Would this not be okay, then? He looked around, but the officer had held his end of the deal – no one was near. Dave released the clasp of the rubber belt he had tied around Michelle's thigh and carefully he picked up the scissors and cut the bandage from her leg. The wound started pouring blood at a rapid pace and Michelle was too out of it to even notice. Dave gathered his things and left, whistling a bright melody along the way.
