Rape Stories.

What a hottie-all us boys wanted her, had from day one of 12th grade at St. Peter’s Academy. She wasn’t one of those half-starved, leggy things so many claim to lust after-who wants to fuck a skeleton? No, she was soft, sweetly curved, and sensuous. Lovely, curved hips, perky, round ass, and tits to die for. Tits straining under her demure angora sweaters, ass moving maddeningly in her modest skirt. She was the fodder for a few dozen frustrated Catholic boys’ jerk-off sessions.

I know this is going to sound like I’m bragging-I’m not. Because you see, she was the sweetest thing. Soft voice, big doe eyes, always a kind word. Encouraging, gentle. So when I tell you this, know that I’m not boasting, I’m confessing my sins. It happened the last day before Spring Break. When we went to her classroom late after the day had ended, we didn’t plan on doing what we did. After wrestling practice, we’d been walking through the parking lot and noticed her car had a flat tire. Honest to God, that’s all we meant to do-tell her about her tire, offer to change it. We were just kids, Josh and I. Our fantasies ran to the mundane, not the violent.

Walking down the deserted hall toward her class, we heard a crash, a muffled cry. We sped up, making a beeline for Ms. Manetti’s classroom When we burst in to see five men crowded around her, pinning her to her desk, hand over her mouth, we stood stunned. The men turned, and I saw one of them had a gun.

“Close that fucking door, punk,” he growled, “or the slut here is dead.” Ms. Manetti’s huge brown eyes looked at us-terrified, pleading. I closed the door-what else could I do? The man with the gun motioned us to sit at our desks. Told us to not even think of interfering if we wanted our hot little teacher to survive the night. We did as we were told.

The men manhandled her, flipped her on her belly and bound her elbows together behind her back as she fought like a wildcat. Why was she fighting? Wasn’t she afraid to die? One look in her anguished eyes and I knew-she’d rather die than have her students see her raped. I looked down, embarrassed for her, not wanting to watch the humiliation she was about to suffer. I did love her so. I still do.

One of the men roughly ripped her panties from her, jamming them into her mouth. His belt came off, was looped around her head, cruelly run through her mouth, forcing the panties deep in her throat. She gagged helplessly, began to buck wildly. Each buck hiked her skirt higher, until her sweet ass was bare, cheeks shaking with her struggles. I could see her hairless pussy lips, the clean, maddening slit. I felt myself begin to stiffen, hated myself for it.

I glanced, ashamed, at Josh, and saw the huge bulge in the front of his slacks, and knew I wasn’t alone in my shame. Ms. Manetti’s struggles increased as the man behind her unzipped his pants and released his engorged cock. He pressed it against her pussy lips, and she began writhing on her desktop. She was so tiny, so petite-her shapely legs didn’t quite touch the floor, kicked in vain as the man relentlessly drove his swollen dick past her shaven lips, into her tight, dry pussy.

“GMMMNNNNOOOOMPH!” her cries became tortured screams behind the makeshift gag. Her lovely ass rose, jumped wildly, trying to escape this impaling of her young twat by this giant tool. Each jump of her hips drove him deeper and deeper, and her legs worked madly, seeking some purchase, some foothold by which she could shake this monster off her. But she was pinned-there was no escaping this pounding-and pounding it was. Her desk scooted a little each violent thrust, her hips slammed against the hard metal edge. With each drive into her, she screamed, and I became harder. God help me.

One of the men grabbed her head, laughing, “This gag just aren’t cutting’ it,” he smiled, unzipped his ratty jeans. His cock-huge, purple, and uncut, sprang forth, bobbing before her wide, horror-stricken eyes. Loosening the belt, he pulled the gag from her and forced his dick in her mouth in one smooth motion, effectively silencing her. “MMMMGGGPPHH” was all she could manage, and even that was cut off as he pushed his giant cock deeper, deeper, until it was in her throat, cutting off all air. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he began to fuck her face furiously, slamming so deep that her nose was pressed into his pubic hair. I hadn’t even known that was possible-how could she take it so deep? Was he really down her throat? I watched, fascinated, saw her throat working, expanding, and knew that, yes, it was possible, and he was down her throat. My cock ached, throbbing. Another peek at Josh, and I knew we were both going to hell. No doubt about it.

The man fucking her pussy began to pump at a frenzied pace, his climax approaching. Every hammering stroke shook her violently, and she grunted around the cock in her mouth, groaned in pain. Shouting hoarsely, the man came inside her, his cock twitching, spitting forth wave after wave of hot spunk into her pussy. I watched her legs kick at him, trying to save her womb from the flood of cum. His ass cheeks contracted, thighs stiffened as he emptied his testes into her.

Pulling out of her reddening pussy, the man turned to us-and winked. Oh, I hated him. Wanted to kill him for what he’d done. I looked at her trembling ass; saw his cum trickling out of her quivering pussy, running down her pinkening thighs. Another jolt, and I was harder, still-so hard it hurt, begged for release. How could I be aroused? I was still pondering this when the man in her mouth began to moan, pick up his pace. Slamming into her face, driving down her throat, his cock exploded, coursing hot, sour cum in her mouth, down her throat. He forced her head to his belly, cock deep in her throat, ensuring she swallowed every drop. “AGGHHHHMM” she cried around his huge, spewing tool, struggling to not vomit, to swallow, and to breathe. As his dick became limp, he pulled out, wiping it on her sweet, pretty cheek. She began to sob softly. I wanted to take her into my arms . . . and fuck her. Oh, sweet Jesus, I wanted to fuck her.

“AAAARRRR, AH, GOD, it HUUUURTS!” Ms Manetti was writhing, thrashing, her back arching, legs kicking around the man in her pussy’s waist. Every buck, every struggled drove them deeper into her, and they laughed cruelly at her struggles. The last man stepped up, pulled her head to the side and sank his impossibly wide cock into her straining mouth. Her cheeks ballooned, her throat tore as he pushed mercilessly in, then began fucking her head, his belly slamming her nose, his balls smacking her cheek. Sometimes he would pause, sunk deep in her throat, and just move his hips slightly, enjoying the constricting of her throat around his manhood.
Josh and I were stricken, yet unspeakably aroused. Our young cocks strained, pled for release. The men heaved on her, in her, triple fucking her as her body protested, wiggled in agony. As the men came, one after another, filling her, she moaned around the giant man in her mouth. Cum mixed with blood, ran down her thighs, puddled on the floor. They left her there, spread, battered on the desk, and turned to us. I actually feared they would rape us next. I wish they had.

Their eyes fell on our aching, swollen crotches, and they began to laugh. “Sorry, teach,” one of them crowed, “Looks like you’re not done-your students here have a little something to show you.” Josh and I both shook our heads violently. Yes, we were aroused, but no way were we going to rape Ms. Manetti-were we?

“Your call, boys, but look at her. You know you want her, no one will ever know, and hey, she’s already been fucked silly-why not have what you’ve needed? You think we don’t know?” He grinned cruelly at her moaned denial, “She struts around her in her little sweaters, and her tight skirts, teasing you, tempting you. Don’t you think it’s about time you gave her what she deserves?”

Josh and I looked at each other eagerly, hopefully. And then we rose, strode toward her.

She lifted her head, eyes stricken, horrified, and began to sob anew. The men gestured for me to go first. I stepped up, almost crying in frustration as I struggled with my fly. My cock jumped out readily, and I looked in her eyes. And I was lost-I was going to fuck her, and my God, I wanted to. I wanted to push every bit of them out of her, shake her so hard that I was all she knew, fill her with my cum, coat her pussy, her womb in it. I wanted to make her mine, give her the fucking I knew she’d wanted from me for months. I moved between her legs, and sought out her clit with my thumb. I thought it would make it better if I could bring her some pleasure, thought it would make it easier for her. Oh, how stupid of me. But I was young. My thumb began to move rhythmically against her bud, pushing in a circular motion. My other hand moved up her belly, pushing her sweater up over her breasts-those breasts I’d fantasized about for almost a year now. I tugged at her pretty white lace bra, trying to get the maddening bit of material out of my way. She whimpered, her eyes never leaving my face as I, in frustration, tore the bra away, leaving her lovely, perfect breasts open to my touch. I squeezed first one, then the other, and she finally tore her eyes from me, began to struggle, to beg, even as her body began to respond, her hips began to move rhythmically under my hand.

“Brian, please, dear God please stop!” I looked at her and felt so distant-I didn’t know her, didn’t care what she wanted. I had a hand on her pussy, massaging her clit, another on her soft breast, working, pinching, and a ramrod stiff cock dangling inches from her wet pussy-what did I care what she wanted? Obviously she wanted ME, why else were her hips moving, her pussy dampening with her own juice, her voice becoming breathy? Bitch had been a prick tease since I first laid eyes on her-her hands on my shoulders, her “accidentally” brushing her breasts against my arm during lab. Oh, she wanted it, she DESERVED it. And she was going to get it.

I twisted her nipple hard, and then slammed my swollen dick into her as her hips bucked in surprise and pain. Grasping her hips, dragging her legs over my shoulders I began slamming myself into her, harder each time, making her grunt in pain, making her breasts jiggle and dance wildly. And oh, Jesus wept, it was so amazing. My thighs trembled with excitement and exertion as I heaved on her, drove into her again and again, pummelled her insides with my cock. I bent forward, hips still thrusting, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucked hard, then bit harder. She squealed, her pussy contracting around my tool, milking me. I shouted, laughed as my cock began to twitch, to dump load after load into her cunt. I filled her, hot and thick, while she cried. And I didn’t care. I kept thrusting until I was limp, then turned to Josh. I smiled cruelly, high-fived him. Then he took his place, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her ass. I was surprised, but pleased-that meant the last spunk in her aching pussy was mine.

She screamed as he plunged into her, “JOSHHHH, ah, GOD, it HURTS, Josh, P-P-PLEASE!” He laughed, rammed harder, burying his impressive cock all the way in her protesting asshole before pulling back out to do it again. She shook with it, her back arched, hips bucked wildly.

“You know,” the man with the gun smiled, “You’re young-put that puppy in her mouth and I’ll bet you could fuck her again in just a few minutes.”

I looked up, shocked, then thoughtful. Yes. Yes, I could. I could plant my root in her sweet mouth and be hard again in no time. I could come in her pussy again. Or her ass. Or hell, I could just stay put and choke her with my jizz. Yes. I could.

I did.

The men departed while I was in her mouth . . . the first time. But we stayed with her, in her, on her until 5 am. Great thing about spring break, no one comes to school. We were merciless, relentless, raping her every hole over and over. I even got to fuck those marvellous tits, spraying my thick, sticky cum all over her face, her neck. Even up her nose. And I laughed as she snorted, choked.

I laughed. Ms. Manetti never came back, and I don’t know what every happened to her. I hate myself for what we did to her, wish we could take it back. I go online every week, search; try to find an address for her. And what would I say if I found her? I would like to think that I would beg forgiveness, but you know, my body says something else. I think I’d do it all over again.

FORCED WITNESS

Author is unknown.

It would be a dark, and stormy night, I fucking hate cliche’s. To judge from the “Hard Boiled” genre, and the film noir it spawned, you’d think the sun never shone on this dreary sodden world. Maybe I should move out of the Bay area, it sure wasn’t helping.
Ironicly, it suited my mood. I’d been looking for this guy for months. Too bad he didn’t have a set period, or hunting ground. Two more where gone since I picked up on him, was I the only one who saw a pattern?
A lot of girls where found downtown, young women who where apparently not virgins, addicted to heroin, and starved to death. “Just another runnaway junkie,” they all thought, but I knew better. Noone else seemed to notice that the girls all dissapeared about three, or four weeks before they where found. Though there was no set pattern, another allways went missing a couple months later, only to be found downtown again, in a dark alley, track marks, and apparent sexual activity, starved to death.
Once was an occurance, twice coincidence, three times a pattern. I’d found fourteen examples stretching back over three years. I could only reach one conclusion, a serial rapist. Without anything to connect them, the police had apparently missed the pattern. That ment I had him to myself.
He picked them up in the middle class suburbs, Milpidas, San Rafael, Pleasent Hill, Castro Valley, I had a large area to search. He hadn’t done Alameda in a while, so I figured he’d get around to it eventually.
“I’m sorry,” A man steps out of the wall of falling water, his hand out, “My car broke down back there, do you have fifty cents for a phone call?” He didn’t look like a serial killer, they never do. If they did, the cops would go “Hey look, a serial killer!” and pick them up.
Ok, he’s got the raincoat, but judging by the weather, it’s not that distinctive. In fact, little about him was. Early thirties, middle height, a little stocky with a bit of a gut. He could’ve been a father, uncle, or boss at some clerical job. Nobody in particular.
Correction, he looked exactly like a serial killer. If anything, that’s what they look like. Just your average guy. If anything, they come off a bit too average. Like this one.
My hand goes back from the knife clipped to the front pocket to a knotted string hanging out the back one. It’s the drawstring of my change purse, about $2.00 of nickels with assorted coins in a tough leather pouch. A practiced tap across the temple, and he’d hit the curb like a stack of Chronicles. It was actually my fastest weapon.
Instead, I get it out, and find that there are, in fact a couple quarters in there. I let it hang from the pommel knot while I drop them into his outstretched hand. He closes it, with a wet metallic grating sound.
I twist my head back to watch as I turn to walk off. He gets the Face-Tits-Ass shot that’s made more effective by my wet clothes, and his hand goes into a coat pocket. I start hyperventilating as I retreat, filling my body with oxygen for the fight ahead.
The white noise of the rain covers his approach, but there’s a street lamp behind us. Enough light gets through the downpour to see his shadow comming, and I brace myself. The first thing I see is the rag going over my face, and I barely have time to hold my breath.
Of course, there was no evidence of Ether, or Chloroform in the news. By the time his victims had starved, it was long out of their systems. Hell, any sufficiently powerfull solvent would do, you could get toluine by the gallon at any paint, or hardware store.
He’d obviously done this before, his free arm trapped one of mine, and he kept himself out to the side so the other wouldn’t reach. I drew the dagger from the small of my back, on impulse, but it wouldn’t do me much good. I could concievably slash his arm, but I didn’t like hacking around that close to my face, and neck. One would kill me, and the other was my best weapon.
Instead, I held out untill I estimated I should be passing out, then started to swoon. I roll the dagger between my sleeve, and skirt to get rid of prints, and let myself fall limp. Unfortunately, he puts me on my back with the solvent soaked rag under my nose. I couldn’t dare breathe as he goes about processing me.
My lungs are near bursting, and I start to see stars, so I take a cautious breath. Thank god, the puddle under me diluted it enough that I didn’t get much of a dose. Finally, he has me bound, and gagged to his satisfaction, lifts me up. I wonder idylly if he always stikes in the rain. It’d obscure him nicely, and wash a way a lot of evidence. Besides, it happens enough around here. I’d have to check the weather on the news stories when I have a chance.
I could kick myself for dropping my back knife. I had others to cut free with, but not within reach. Soon enough, we approach a white minivan parked on the shoulder. Just in case I need it, I commit the liscence plate to memory.
More urban chamoflage, this guy had it down. Seeing one of the breeder boxes in neighborhoods like this was expected. As the hatch lifts, I see that the light doesn’t come on. He’d taken the bulb out, no need to shed any light on his activities.
The rear seat isn’t removed, in fact, it’s rolloed all the way back in it’s track, and reclined so it rests against the door when it closes. He drives off with the music up so he can’t hear my struggles. From kinetic cues, I figure he does the speed limit.
I’m supposed to be too bleary to know where we’re going, but I know the tubes when I hear them. Likewise, the Oakland Bay bridge has a distinctive sound of metal mesh under the tires. He exits early, so it must be Treasure Island. Never been there, hated the book, but I figure it gives him nice access to the whole area. I wonder if he’s got a boat?
I knew I could attract him eventually. I was no virgin, but he couldn’t tell that. I figured he just picked them up off the streets, any girl out that late would be easilly assumed a runaway.
Far from it, I’d been raped seventeen times. I’d also killed more men than he’d done women. The pretty little girl thing was a ruse, bait for my prey. All of them where rapist, and I killed them all.
Contrary to popular belief, rape isn’t easy. He has to hold me down, himself up, at least partially undress us both, and enter me all with me presumably struggling. It’d be nearly impossible without some sort of controll. Sure, this guy used drugs, but that was hardly neccisary. Most just relied on fear.
I can’t help but put some of the blame on the victims. Sure, they don’t do the actually raping, and
guys need to fucking controll themselves, but a lot less girls would find themselves sexually assaulted if they’d not just lie back and take it. The damned “Don’t hurt me” complex is drilled into our heads from birth, though.
I’m over it. I’m not particullarly lady like, though I can act it. I carry knives, and I use them to kill. This guy was good, but he’d fuck up eventually. They always did. If not, I die, I figure I got a pretty good score by now. Not this one though, in the weeks it’ll take me to starve to death, he’ll make his mistake, and pay for it with his life.
Finally, we’re there. He pulls into a garage, by the sound of the automatic opener, and backs in. I act scared, and struggle as expected when he come to take me, but I don’t make too much effort. He takes me into a back room, directly behind the van, and closes the door.
I fly across the room to land on a bare matress in the corner. He’s strong, I’ll give him that. He didn’t seem to have any trouble with my 147lbs. I manage to sit up by the time he’s done locking the door.
He doesn’t waste any time, I know he’s been saving up. His type uses girls untill they’re dessicated husks, the n cools off a while on the memories. Eventually, the need comes back. It overcomes them, untill they can no longer contain it. He was an addict, a junkie of abuse, and death. I was his fix.
The first thing to go is my soaked tee shirt. Next is the punch knife in it’s neck sheate underneath. The ball-chain is designed to snap with a good jerk so I can’t be strangled by it. It also snaps him out of it some.
“What’s this?” his voice has changed. No longer the needy stranded motorist, here was the voice of a sexual predator. So far, noone had heard it and lived. I couldn’t afford fear, and doubt now, they could be lethal. On the other hand, so could overconfidence. He had killed almost fifteen young women, I was ment to round it off.
I didn’t reply, so he cut my gag off with it, “It’s a fucking knife,” I uses my ‘Duh!’ voice.
“Didn’t save you,” he muses, and I have to admitt he’s right. Next, he carefully cuts away my jean skirt. It wasn’t neccisary, but effectively kept me from struggling too much. I don’t need another cut now, gave up on that long ago. “Neither did this,” he snaps out my pocket knife, inspects the serrated concave edge. “Or this,” he holds up my dagger. Now, I’m real happy I wiped my prints before I dropped it, only his are on it.
I was mesmerized by my blades, hadn’t noticed him getting his own tool out. He presses it dry against me, forces it in with a jerk. I don’t scream, barely even grunt. With my experience, I got fucking callouses. He seems dissapointed by my lack of reaction.
“Fucking slut,” he calls me, I just stare into his eyes, “Couldn’t keep your fucking virginity, you deserve this you easy fucking cunt.” Again, I fail to react. It ain’t nothing I’ve never heard before. I used to eroticise the pain, and fear of rape, get off on it. I was a pretty fucked up kid, but then, I grew the fuck up. I was jaded now, unimpressed by the male half of the specie.
I was just waiting him out, now. He, of course didn’t use a rubber. With his plan to starve me, it wouldn’t do him any good. With his prefferance for young ones, virgins, he obviously didn’t worry about disease. Maybe I should, but later, right now, it’s all about him. Patience would win this fight.
He doesn’t last long, too pent up after his celibate break. He bottoms out, starts grunting in time as his nuts twitch. I don’t feel it, but I know he’s filling me with his seed. It occurs to me that he has a dry fetish. The starvation, rape, he must be disgusted by bodilly fluids. I’d be willing to bet he wouldn’t cut me.
Finally, he’s done. I do feel him withdraw his wilted member, and get an involuntary shudder. He walks off to the bathroom, and I manage to get up. Damn, he’s back too quick, got a syringe in one hand, and a length of sergical tubing in the other. “No!” he actually hesitates at my shout. Jesus, he’s scared of me!
I’d won the first round simply by being so bored with it. Big deal, rape. It was a big deal to him, and I basicly refused to be raped. As much as I hate that old saw about it being controll, and not sex, I had to admit there was something to that. Sex was definitely at least half the motive, though.
I circled around, wondered how I would be able to fight him with my hands behind my back. I could get cuffs around my hips, but wrist to wrist, it was too tight. I still wasn’t about to let him shoot me full of that shit without one.
It was over all too quick. I couldn’t even block, so he just punched me, and my head exploded like a bottle rocket. I crumpled to the cold concrete, and lay stunned long enough for him to shoot me up.
Now I’ve done drugs, but so far had been able to avoid some of the worst ones. None of them prepaired me for this. As the tourniquette came free, it washed though my body like a tsunami of synthetic wellbeing. I couldn’t help but relax, it was almost sexually seductive.
He gently picks me up, and lays me on the bed then, I just close my eyes, and feel for a while. Sounds come to the bathroom, and he returns with some kind of spray can. I can feel the foam on my crotch, and it’s a nice cool sensation in my condition. Even the rasp of the safety razor isn’t unpleasent. Just about everything feels just fine.
He’s extremely carefull, I knew he had an aversion. The papers didn’t say anything about shaving, but I’m not surprised. It makes them look younger to him, more pure. We aren’t people to him, no blood, nop feelings, just anatomicly correct love dolls for his enjoyment. He uses the narcotic to make us nice, and complian, he just couldn’t wait the first time.
That was part of the problem, the police never mentioned rape in the stories. It was just sex to them, because the one real rape was already healed. After that, they where nice, and pliable. I hadn’t even realized this aspect untill I could experience it. I know now that I’m completely relaxed, inside, and out.
Finally, he’s done, and he wipes me off with a warm, damp cloth. That feels nice too, but not as nice as the water drying off my smoothe pubis. It’s a lovely breeze. “Fucking cunt,” he mutters, “Tried to kill me.” I look down to see he’s got my dagger again. “Let’s see how you like it!”
I gasp in fear as I feel it enter me. Despite my assumptions, there was enough doubt for me to believe it. It’s not a sharp pain, though, more of an abrasive sensation. It comes to me dully, through the drug haze. He’s fucking me with the handle.
I regret getting the one with the checkered grip. Though nice for fighting, it rubs me raw inside. I haven’t felt pain like this in a long time. It’s strange, how sexual it can be, pain. Even through the dulling drug, I can feel myself responding. “You like that?” he notices, “My you’re a dirty little bitch.” Even the verbal abuse turns me on now. I hated him, loathed him with a burning passion that arouses me. I don’t know, maybe I’m wired wrong.
I idylly wonder how he manages to fuck me with the dull end. THe blade’s double edged, so he has to be carefull with it. Just a jerk of my hips…
“Aghhhhh!” He grips his hand in front of him, blood seeping from between his fingers. “You bitch!” his voice has changed again. Now, he sounds hurt, betrayed. I remember the first time, cutting myself free with my self mutilation razor, slashing the bastard, holding him between my legs so he couldn’t get away…”
His crys stop as I grab him, pull him into me. The look of pain is frozen on his face. I grunt in pain as well, the jerk of the handle in me, the hilt bangign inot my erection. He falls over, and out of practice, I easilly eskimo roll on top. theat’s when he starts screaming again.
I’m screaming too, as I fuck him to death. My weapon fucks back into me, ripping my insides, bashing my clitorus, knocking on my cervix. It’s agony, horrible sexy extatic pain, and I feel it build into me. The rush washes over me, more powerfull even than the drug. I arch, like a drawn bow, and scream in excruciating extacy, and orgasmic agony. By the time I’m done, so is he. No more struggling, no more screams.
I’m drenched, and so is he. It’s hard to see all the stab wounds through the blood. I runs down my belly, and thighs, but fails to lubricate the gri pon my dagger. I can feel the bruise of the hilt on my pelvis, and I don’t know if my clit will ever be the same, but I was alive. That evil sick fuck lost, and paid with his life.

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Author is: Psiberzerker

Ann knew that she was taking a big risk cutting through this section of the city but she was already late for work and had missed her bus. She walked rapidly praying she would get to her destination without incident.

“Hey, mama,” came a male voice behind her. “What’s your hurry?”

Looking back she saw two young black men approaching her. She increased her pace and so did they. Before she knew it she was running.

“Yo baby,” one of the men called out to her. “No need to be unsociable.”

Her pursuers were now also running and they were gaining. Suddenly Ann was tackled and brought painfully to the ground.

“Help!” she screamed. “Someone pl—!”

WHAP! A doubled up fist crashed into the side of her face as her cheek felt as if it was exploding and a male voice growled, “Shut the fuck up, bitch, ain’t no one around here gonna give you no help!”

Dazed, Ann felt herself being dragged somewhere. When her head cleared she found herself in an alley on her back. The two black men were standing above her on either side. Screaming again she tried to get up to run but one of the men shoved her back down and pinned her wrists above her head on the ground while the other one clamped a hand over her mouth and held his other fist up in front of her and asked, “You want your teeth knocked down your throat, cunt?”

Frantically she shook her head. He took the hand off her mouth and Ann whimpered, “P-please let me go!”

“You’re trespassing, bitch,” the one holding her down told her. “This ain’t your neighborhood.”

“I-I’ll leave!” she offered. “Just let me go and I’ll go back the way I came. I SWEAR it!”

“You ain’t gett’n off that easy,” the other one said. “You trespass in our hood, you pay the fine.”

“I don’t have much money but you can have it all,” she offered.

“Oh we gonna take it all right,” he replied. “But you gonna pay a lot more than that.”

The other one suddenly straddled her and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Oh God no!” Ann exclaimed. “Please God no!”

“Shut up,” he warned her. “Or I’ll tear it off you!”

He flipped the blouse open and produced a knife causing the woman to gasp with fear. Deftly he cut her bra off her and exclaimed, “Look at them nice big white knockers.”

His companion reached down with his free hand and, grabbing a handful of one of Ann’s womanly mounds, began squeezing and pinching. She moaned in pain and the one on top of her bent down and took the other breast in his mouth and began sucking and biting. After a few moments he raised back up then reached down and roughly hiked her skirt up around her hips. “Spread your fucking legs,” he commanded.

Ann just lay there paralyzed with terror.

SMACK! The one holding her wrists slapped her face. “Do as you’re fucking told, cunt!”

Obediently, Ann parted her now trembling legs. The man on top of her got between them, cut open her pantyhose with the knife, and grabbing her sheer panties in one fist, ripped them off her. Next he unzipped his pants. When Ann saw the size of his large, black cock she gasped and her eyes grew wide.

“Oh no please!” she begged. “Please don’t put that enormous thing in me! PLEASE!”

“Ain’t never had a black dick in that white cunt?” he asked laughing. “Well, baby, get ready for the ride of your life!”

Without any sort of preliminaries he PLUNGED himself into her. Ann felt as if she were being torn apart! She cried out in agony causing the man holding her down to slap her again, “Keep quiet, whore!”

The man raping Ann pounded her poor cunt mercilessly. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before. He showed no consideration for her discomfort at all, concerned only with his own pleasure. With each thrust her entire body buffeted and she just prayed he wasn’t permanently injuring her. Finally she felt his hot cum being pumped deep within her as he grunted with the pleasure of his cumming. Finally he pulled out of her and got up. The woman just lay there sobbing, her legs still spread, her now bruised breasts exposed, and her cunt throbbing and sore.

“My turn,” the other one remarked as he let go of Ann’s wrists. The woman didn’t bother to move her arms from the position in which they had been pinned.. The second rapist said not a word as he mounted and impaled her. His victim lay there passively letting him do as he pleased, having no other choice.

When he was done both men stood over her and one told her, “Get the fuck up.”

Weakly, painfully, Ann struggled to her feet and stood there trembling and crying, holding her blouse closed over her throbbing breasts, her head bowed meekly.

“Go bend over that trash can,” the man who had first raped her told her. “I feel like doing you up the ass now.”

Ann looked at him in horror. Surely he couldn’t mean it! Surely what they had already done to her had been enough! Surely they couldn’t —-!

“Move your ass, bitch,” he went on. “If I have to put you there, I’ll see that you end up with some broken bones!”

Devastated, Ann obediently went to the trash can as commanded and bent over it. She waited, her little heart pounding in terror. Then she felt her skirt being lifted up and her bare ass cheeks being spread apart. ——– Then she was TORN APART! The assaults on her pussy were gentle compared to the violation to which her tight little shit hole was now being subjected.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” she screamed reflexively.

WHAP! The other man backhanded her across the mouth then grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her head back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he screamed at her. “What don’t you understand about keeping fucking quiet?”

“Shove something in her dumb fucking mouth.” The man raping her ass suggested.

“Fucking a I will!” the other one replied. “Open up cunt.”

Ann obeyed and immediately had another huge cock shoved in her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. She began to choke and gag but her attacker punched her in the face with his balled up fist and commanded, “Stop that shit and start sucking —- and don’t even THINK of biting if you want to leave here alive!”

Forcing herself to comply, Ann began servicing the cock in her mouth while still being assaulted by the one up her ass. The ordeal seemed to last forever and the men were not satisfied with merely raping her simultaneously. Her ass was slapped repeatedly until it was raw and beet read. The man in front pulled and twisted her hair until she was afraid he would rip it out by the roots. They took turns reaching beneath her mauling and torturing her breasts. She was afraid she might pass out and shuddered to think of what they might do to her for doing so.

Finally, however, they each shot their load. Cum was pumped into her rectum and, at the same time, she was forced to gulp it down her throat and into her stomach. When each of the men withdrew Ann remained where she was, too terrified to move, and wondered what would happen to her next.

To her surprise, however, they stood her on her feet and told her to button her blouse.

“We’re done with you,” they told her. “We’re keeping your purse with your money and ID. We know where you live. You go to the cops or anyone else and we’ll come looking for you, you got that?”

“Y-yes,” she murmured. “I won’t tell anyone, I SWEAR I won’t!”

“OK,” one of them went on. “Then get your white ass out of here and if you come snooping around in the hood again you’ll get more than a good fucking. We’ll keep you and rent your holes out to the brothers until there ain’t anything left of you that anyone would want to pay money for.”

“Yeah,” said the other one. “And then we’ll kill your sorry ass and toss your bones into the river. Now get the fuck out of here.”

Ann did as she was told, weeping all the way home. She indeed did not tell the police or anyone else about the rape. When the signs of her pregnancy began to show she quit her job and moved to another community and, nine months after the rape, she gave birth to a child with clearly black features, a permanent reminder of her unwise shortcut!

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Author is: Master of Female slaves

Brenda put on the last of her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror. It was the night of her anniversary, and she wanted to be perfect for her husband.

She was wearing a short white nightie that covered her size 22 frame. She checked the tan pantyhose she was wearing for runs. Not that it mattered: her husband would rip through them as soon as he saw her.

It was her anniversery gift to him. She found out early in their marriage that she could not dress for work around him. As soon as she slid on her hosiery, her husband was on her. Not that she minded, it just made her late for work.

She looked up at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until her husband came home…

At that moment, Brenda’s husband was out cold, bound and gagged in the trunk of their car. The Man who had do so was in the driver’s seat, on his way to Brenda.

The Man had seen Brenda at a local market and had been following her for almost two months. She had become an obsession to him. A sexy big girl with huge breasts, she had never been alone for more than thirty minutes. That thirty minutes was the time before her husband came home. Not enough time to properly make her his Rape Victim.

So he had taken the direct route. He had waylaid her husband as he headed to his car after work. A pop in the back of the head with a towel wrapped tire iron–he didn’t want to kill him–tied him with duct tape and dropped him into the trunk. Now he would have plenty of time with Brenda.

Brenda saw her husband’s car pull up. She quickly went to the front door and unlocked it. She left a note on the floor for him to meet her in the bedroom and went to wait for him.

She heard the door open and then slam. Ten minutes passed. No hubby. A small nervous shiver passed through her. She got up off the bed and stepped out of the bedroom.

A hand covered Brenda’s mouth and a knife was pressed to her throat.

“Behave, Fuck Toy and I won’t kill you. Understand?”

“Please don’t hurt me. Please…” Brenda stammered, her eyes on the knife pressing against her throat.

“Good.” The Man kissed Brenda’s neck. “I am going to enjoy making you My Rape Victim, Brenda.”

“How…do you know..” Brenda swallowed in fear and shock. He knew her. If he knew her then he knew…

“My husband will be home soon,” said Brenda with as much courage as she could muster.

The Man pressed his hand between Brenda’s legs and began to rub her clit through her pantyhose.

“Your husband is “tied” up right now, Brenda Fuck Toy.”

Brenda struggled.

” What happen to my husband?” she demanded.

“Nothing…yet. If you are a good Fuck Toy, you’ll get to see him again. Now spread those big legs, Fuck Toy.”

Brenda started to cry, but she obeyed.

“Please stop. Why are doing this to me? ”

The Man kissed the back of Brenda’s neck, pressed down on her clit with his fingers, and began to rub faster.

“To make you my Rape Victim, Brenda Fuck Toy.”

Brenda cried out as the Man’s rubbing took control of her. She felt herself getting wet. Her body getting warm. The Man’s kisses on her neck were touching the right spots…

“Please stop…don’t rape me…don’t hurt me…AHHH!”

Brenda screamed as she came for the Man. The Man could feel her wetness on his fingers.

Shame filled Brenda. She had cum for this…rapist.

The Man kissed Brenda tenderly on the neck again, then grabbed her by the hair.

Brenda cried out as her roughly dragged her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. The Man climbed on top of her and put the knife to her throat.

“Be good as I make you my Rape Victim. I will hurt you, then you can get to watch as I finish off your husband. Understand?”

“Yes..Yes. I’ll be good. Just don’t hurt me.”

The Man ran his hands ove Brenda’s huge breasts.

“What size are the titties, Fuck Toy?”

“44 F”

“Yes, so big and sexy.”

The Man slit open the front of Brenda’s nightie and began to suck and bite her nipples.

“Put your arms over your head, Brenda Fuck Toy.”

Sobbing Brenda obeyed. She cried out as The Man cruely bit both her nipples.

The Man kissed down Brenda’s belly to her thighs.

“Spread your legs wide, Fuck Toy.”

Like an obedient pet, Brenda obeyed. The Man used the tip of his knife to slice open the crotch of her pantyhose. He started to rub her clit again with his thumb.

“Please stop. Please don’t rape me…Please,” she begged.

The Man smiled, and plunged his stiff cock into Brenda. Brenda screamed.

The Man lay his body on top of Brenda, wrapped his arms around her upperbody, and slammed his cock in and out of Brenda.

“Wrap your big legs around me, Brenda Fuck Toy.”

Slowly the Man felt Brenda’s nylon covered legs on his sides. He then raped her with quicker strokes. He could hear Brenda’s sobbing as he made her his Rape Victim. Heard her struggle for air as his weight of his body cut off her breathing.

“Can’t..breathe..please stop..” rasped Brenda.

The Man didn’t hear her. He was lost in his new Fuck Toy. And when he came inside her, it was with a final stroke that used every ounce of strength he had. It illicted a strangled scream from his newest Rape Victim: Brenda Fuck Toy.

When the Man pushed himself off of his Rape Victim’s body, he found that Brenda had passed out. Which was fine for him because it made his next task easier.

Using duct tape, he bound Brenda’s wrists together. He then took a piece of cord and tied her bound wrists to the headboard of her bed.

Taking two more pieces of cord, tied one end to her ankles, then he tied off the other end to the headboard. Brenda’s ankles were now up and behind her head. She was spread and helpless before him.

The Man climbed between Brenda’s legs and began to rub her clit. Brenda slowly woke, then panicked.

“Please untie me. I’ll be good. PLEASE YOU ARE HURTING ME.”

The Man looked at Brenda and continued to rub her clit.

“You are my Rape Victim now, Brenda Fuck Toy. I am giving you a lesson in what that means.”

The Man continued to rub Brenda’s clit as the realization of what had happen flooded over her. She sobbed as he assulted her clit again. Her legs and arms ached.

And her pussy was getting wet.

That made Brenda cry harder. That she could get excited for a Man who probably killed her husband and was still brutally raping her.

“Please…don’t make me…not again..I can’t..OH GOD IAM CUMMING…”

Brenda’s body shook as her orgasm took her. The pleasure mixed with the shame were an assualt on her senses.

The Man smiled down on his Rape Victim. Forcing his Fuck Toys to cum was the second thing he loved about creating his Rape Victims.

Time for Number One on that list.

He smiled at Brenda and tenderly touched her face.

“Now time for your last lesson Rape Victim. One you will never forget.”

The Man tore another piece of duct tape and put it over Brenda’s mouth. Brenda’s eyes went wide with fear.

The Man slid his cock into Brenda’s wet pussy. Slow delibrate strokes.

“I know you like this, Rape Victim,” he said pumping in and out of her,” but I am going to show you what being a Rape Victim really means.”

The Man pulled out of Brenda, and placed the tip of his cock on Brenda’s anus. Brenda shook her head. Screamed into her gag. Struggled against her bonds. Anywhere but there. NO. NO. NO.

The Man slowly pushed into Brenda’s anus. He could her muffled screams as he took her last piece of dignity.

“This is what it means, Rape Victim: your ass is mine.”

He plunged into Brenda’s ass with a hard, brutal final stroke,and proceeded to sodomize her.

Brenda screamed for the first part of her ass rape, but ran out of energy. She final went limp and let the Man finish with her. She was just his Rape Victim now. His Fuck Toy. Nothing else.

The Man pounded Brenda’s ass and let out a scream of triumphant as his filled her ass with his cum. He pulled out and watched as his cum leaked out of his newest Rape Victim’s ass.

He left a catatonic Brenda still tied on the bed. He found her cell phone and drove their car about five miles away. He called the police to tell them they could now find Brenda Fuck Toy tied to her bed. His Seventh Rape Victim.

He tosse d the phone into his Rape Victim’s car, walked a block to where he had parked his own vehicle, and went home to take a long hot shower…

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Author is: binder38us

When I was a teenager in California our neighbor was a cop and his wife, Annie was a very beautiful woman. She was about 5′-1″ and maybe 110 pounds. What was great about her was she liked sunbathing topless in her backyard. She had what looked like 36C+ tits with nipples that stood erect about three quarters of an inch each! She always laid out the corner of her backyard closest to our side of the fence. Of course there were knotholes that I knocked out so I could sneak a peek at her.

Her skin was a golden brown and it was so cool to just look through the hole at her because she always put these little eye protectors on to shade her eyes from the sun. She always sunbathed around 1pm so I was always home.

I the bad thing was that she never took off her bottoms. How I longed to see her sweet pussy. Now I don’t know if she knew I was looking at her but one day she laid out in a different position so her pussy was facing my way. She did her usual routine and took off her top, put her eye protectors on and lay down.

After about 15 minutes she started to play with her tits. She started to caress them and started to pinch her nipples. She let out soft moans and I was getting as hard a rock!!

You see I was still a virgin and wanted nothing more than this “older” woman to be my first. Then she started to run her finger up and down along the slit of her pussy from the outside of her bottoms. As she picked up the pace, she put her hand inside and started to play with herself.

All I wanted her to do was take off those bottoms and show me that pussy! After about 5 minutes of fingering herself, she pulled off the bottoms and there it was the most beautiful pussy in the world! She was kind of hairy down there but I didn’t care. She was so wet from fingering herself. She started to put her finger inside and then two and finally three! She was getting close to an orgasm when her husband the cop came home! When she saw him, she got up and went into the house and I was crushed!

But my luck hadn’t run out because their bedroom window in perfect view of my peephole. They were in the bedroom and didn’t bother to close the curtains. He took her right there! The bastard! All he did was get on top, pump for about five minutes and then it was over. Annie seemed disappointed as well.

All I could think about for the next three days was Annie. I had never jerked off so many times! About a week later I was coming home from a movie around 10pm and saw Annie outside putting her daughter’s toys in the garage. She was wearing this short robe that looked pretty sexy on her.

I said “hi” and offered to help and took some of the toys into the garage.

Annie needed to move some things so her husband Bob could get his car in later. When she bent over to move a box she was not wearing any panties!! I got a real good look at her pussy from behind. I just wanted to touch it right there and now. I guess I stared too long because Annie asked “if I liked what I saw.”

I was so embarrassed I couldn’t answer. She seemed mad and said “that she could finish putting everything away so I could leave”.

But right before I walked out of the garage she said “You wouldn’t know what to do and you couldn’t handle me in your wildest dreams”.

That made me very angry! I didn’t talk to her for a week. At that point I decided that she would be my first whether she liked it or not. Now Bob did a lot of fishing with his dad on weekends. They would leave Friday night and not return until late Sunday evening. He was planning a trip this weekend and I decided that this weekend Annie would be mine.

Bob and his dad left around 7pm. At eight I saw Annie’s bathroom light go on so I snuck into her yard and went to the bedroom window. A small corner was drawn back so I could see in. I couldn’t see her in the shower but when she got out I got a perfect view of her naked body. She dried off and put on a bra and that sexy little robe. No panties! She then left the bedroom and went into the front room to watch TV.

I had to make my move now. The bulge in my pants gave me no choice. I grabbed my bag that had duct tape and a knife in it along with a camera and camcorder and went to the front yard a noticed that her daughter had toys around the yard again.

I knocked on the door and she answered and I told her that I just pulled up and some kids trying to steal some of the toys. She said “thanks and asked if I would help her put them away.”

I said “yes” and she came outside and opened the side door to the garage and we started to put the toys inside.

Again she bent over and showed me her pussy. This time it was on purpose. I stared at it again and she said “Look and dream”.

I said, “Better be careful, some dreams come true!” and I grabbed her and covered her mouth.

She started to struggle until she saw the knife.

I told her to cooperate or I would do something bad.

We went into the house and she pleaded with me to not hurt her. I told her to shut up and taped her mouth with the duct tape. I was in control now! I told her that she needed to assume the position so I could frisk her for any weapons. I made her take off the robe and told her to put her hands up against the wall, feet back and spread em’!

She did and I started to “frisk” her back and then moved my hands around to those beautiful tits. I frisked her tits and removed her bra just to make sure there was nothing else hidden in there! I squeezed and caressed those tits and felt her nipples getting had and erect so I played with them for a while. I moved my hands down her waist, over her ass and down the out of her right leg. I then moved my hand up the inside of her leg. She started to shake and I passed over her pussy without touching it and felt down her left leg. Then I ran my hands up her legs again this time stopping to feel her sweet pussy! I rubbed it soft and slow and commented on how beautiful it was.

She tried to push me away and I slammed her head against the wall and told her that if she didn’t want to play with me that maybe her daughter would.

She looked at me in horror and when I asked her if she was gong to play she nodded her head yes. We went to her bedroom and I closed the door. She had a brass rail headboard so I taped her hands to the rails. I left her feet untied. I started to kiss her on the cheek and neck telling her how I had dreamed of this moment.

I tasted my first tit as I licked her nipple and started to suck on it, and bite it softly. I told her that I didn’t want to forget this moment and took the camera and camcorder out and set the up.

I took some pictures of her and started recording. I took off my clothes and my 8-inch cock popped out fully erect and ready! I started to caress her tits some more and rubbed her pussy at the same time. She was getting wet! I put a finger in and explored her pussy. I told her she was getting wet so I better “lick up” the excess juices.

She shook her head no and tried to close her legs. I got mad and punched her in the stomach and told her that was strike two. One more strike and she would have to watch me do her daughter.

She opened her legs to me inviting me to heaven. I started to kiss her pussy first and slowly started to lick up her juices. I started to get some of her hairs in my mouth and stopped. I told her that she was just too hairy and I needed to do something about it.

I untied her and led her to the shower. We got in and I told her to shave her pussy until it was smooth and bald. Of course I kept the camera rolling as she shaved. When she finished I dried her off, taped her hands behind her back a pushed her back down on the bed.

I lay down next to Annie and told her sit on my face so I could eat her. She climbed on top of my face and lowered her sweet bald pussy down and I started to eat her. I licked her, nibbled on her clit and stuck my tongue inside her. She was getting real wet and she was close to an orgasm. I decided to give her that pleasure and lick her clit harder and faster. She started to breathe harder and started to move her hips. When she started to cum I reached up and started to pinch her nipples. She had what seemed like an intense orgasm. I held on to her and kept licking her sensitive clit. She even squirted a little love juice out during that orgasm.

I told her to get off and she lay next to me. I took the tape off her mouth and kissed her on the lips.

She asked me if it was over and I just smiled and shook my head no. I told her that I had to take the tape off her mouth so she could please me.

She said that she never sucked a guys cock before, even her husbands.

I told her that I had never had my cock sucked so it was to be a first for both of us. I warned her that if I felt any teeth that she would pay dearly.

I helped Annie to her knees and held my cock in front of her mouth. She started to lick it and opened up and started to suck it. I told her to relax and take it all. She started to choke at first but soon took all 8 inches down her throat. She was doing and incredible job!

I pulled out and had her lick and suck my balls. I felt close to orgasm so I put it back in her mouth and started to face fuck Annie. I told her that I wanted her to swallow my load. I raped her mouth faster and faster and started to cum in her mouth. She swallowed it all and I collapsed onto the bed next to her.

I took her to the bathroom for a drink of water. I laid her back down on the bed and told her that I was still a virgin and that she was going to be my first. I taped her mouth over again and told her to get up on her knees. I bent over and started to lick her pussy from behind.

She was getting wet and I was getting hard. When I was fully erect I pressed the head of my cock up against her slit and slowly pushed it in. She was tight but her wetness made it easy and I was in! I started slowly but picked up the pace. I reached around and grabbed her tits and was fucking her like a dog in heat! I pulled out and rolled her on her back and started to fuck her again. Again grabbing some tit. I pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit while fucking her.

I rolled her on her tummy and asked her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. She shook her head no.

I said “That was great! Another first for both of us”.

I took my finger and started to rub some of her pussy juice on her ass hole. I then got into position and slowly started to push it in. Now this was tight! She was screaming and I decided to make it quick and easy and made one hard shove and got in! She was crying now as I fucked her in the ass. I was in heaven! I fucked her a while until I came in her ass.

We were both exhausted. We laid there for a while and I told her “to go take a shower with me.”

I untied her and took the tape off her mouth. We washed each other and I fucked her in the shower and she swallowed my load again. I raped her three or four more times that night before packing up and leaving.

I warned her that if she said anything to anyone that copies of the tape would get to people she didn’t want to see it. She never said anything to anyone.

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