Rape Stories.

I’m not sure how to begin…

Something keeps happening to me. Something bad….something shameful. I’ve been unable to speak of it to anyone and I hope no one ever sees these pages….but I have to write it down. I think I could go mad if I don’t. Writing this down is part therapy, part confessional…and who knows…perhaps it’ll hold some clues–for me while trying to figure this out, not only the events themselves, but my own reactions to them–and for anyone else who may find this….just in case.

How do I speak of the terror I feel each night at closing time? The terror and the unspeakable, undefined other feelings that rush thru my blood along with my fear and dread? This won’t make sense to anyone (including myself) till I just tell it, so I guess I should start at the beginning.

I manage a small store located in a well-lit, relatively low-crime area. There’s several other stores surrounding mine; some small, a few quite large, and as far as I know there hasn’t been any hold-ups or anything at any of them, including mine. I say that so you’ll understand why I’ve always felt safe here, and why closing up for the night alone never scared me. I’m not going to reveal anymore about my store or myself for that matter, than that. After you read this you’ll understand why I’m a bit paranoid.

Closing time was almost always a quiet, boring bit of time, made up of just waiting for the clock to cooperate so I could slide the Closed sign over, lock the door and finish the closing procedures I had always started about an hour before. There’s also plenty of times that the last hour is busy–sometimes it’s even been the busiest hour of the day–with last-minute customers who don’t leave till the bitter end, but most nights the last hour is quiet.

I’m often alone during either part of, or sometimes all of that last hour. I was never afraid when it was quiet…I always enjoyed the peace and the bit of time to unwind a bit before heading for home. So unless there was something that needed my immediate attention, I would take advantage of the quiet…sitting at the desk in the back room, often with a book, sometimes writing things on scratch pads…daydreaming, listening to music, having a smoke…whatever…all with one eye on the clock.

I was smoking a cigarette, deep into a Stephen King book with ten minutes to go till closing time the night this whole nightmare began. I groaned inwardly when I heard the annoying electronic chimes over the door that indicate someone has come into the store. With a resigned sigh, I arose from my chair at the desk, put down my cigarette and book, then walked thru the door at the back of the store leading to the front, prepared to greet this late-comer as graciously as possible.

I saw him immediately and was startled at the sight. Usually I have to look for the customer for a moment if they come in while I’m in the back, and I normally find them already browsing when I spot them. This one, I saw right away…he would have been impossible to miss. He was very tall, at least 6′ 5", but I think he was even taller than that….and built. Jeez was he ever built…I could tell that right away despite the long coat he was wearing….but none of that, remarkable as it was, is why I was startled so by him.

His head was sort of down–the bill of a baseball-type cap obscured his features at first. His stride was bold, purposeful…not like someone browsing, but heading straight for what they came for. The strange and startling thing was that he wasn’t heading for any of the merchandise; his destination seemed to be the door to the back room that I’d just stepped out of. I felt a clutch of fear immediately, all my internal alarms shrieking. The way he was closing the distance between us, bearing down on me it seemed, reminded me of that old movie, The Terminator. At least I didn’t see a gun.

He stopped when he saw me, as if startled himself. I took a few steps toward him…trying to ignore the sudden terror and fumbling for the normal routine–as if that would prove that I was just suffering a case of the willies– and spoke my standard greeting, "Hi…can I help you?", aware that my voice was shaking.

He had only stopped momentarily, then kept coming toward me. Before I was even finished with my lame, shaky greeting he was right in front of me, gripping my upper arms in his large and powerful hands.

"Here’s what I want", he said in a low, rather matter-of-fact voice.

I was gaping up at him, every nerve now on red-alert. Since I stand a very petite 4′ 11" he was like a giant to me, and a powerfully built giant at that. I was shocked but not entirely surprised that he’d grabbed me…not after his strange entrance. So far, the sequence of events had only elapsed within a few seconds and I was stunned by how suddenly the night wasn’t quiet anymore. I opened my mouth to scream, I think, but nothing came out, as if my sudden shock had stolen my breath. I gazed up at him and his features were handsome, almost like a rough Joaquin Phoenix, and young, late twenties perhaps…but his eyes were so cold…

He turned me around, toward the direction I’d come from, and was pushing me along toward the back room. He was so much bigger than me that he wasn’t so much pushing me as propelling me. His grip was still firm on my arms…my feet barely touched the floor as I was swept along.

I think I knew instinctively that this wasn’t going to be a robbery. I also knew I was in big trouble, but I still couldn’t manage a scream….I couldn’t even control where I was going. He moved me as easily as if I were a doll. I seem to remember moaning in a voice that had no strength, "No, …Nooooo…Oh Noooo…"

As soon as we came thru the door to the back room he shut the door, hitting the light switch beside it.

Plunged into darkness, I remember pleading without hope, "Don’t!….Donnnnn’t….oh Please!!"

None of my weak and frightened protests stopped him, nor slowed him down. He pulled me back against his body, his hands relaxing their grip on my arms only to roam my body, gripping my breasts, squeezing them…then travel further down, rudely rubbing between my legs.

My cries got louder at that point. My heart was pounding wildly… I was so scared I couldn’t think…and I couldn’t escape. Swiftly, one of his arms circled my waist while the other jerked at my slacks and pulled them and my panties down in the same effortless motion. Before it had even registered on me that I was naked down below, I felt myself being lifted (also effortlessly) and dropped onto the desk I’d been sitting and reading so peacefully at only moments before. I could smell the butt of my unfinished cigarette smouldering nearby…my arm landed on my book.

He pushed me into something of a laying-down position, although my shoulders and head were against the wall, my neck bending painfully. My pants were bunched around one ankle, and one of my black low-heeled shoes had fallen off.

"Wait!!", I cried out suddenly, "The store’s still open!"

"Quiet!!", he snarled while running his hands over my legs, spreading them.

"Somebody will come in!" I persisted, knowing it was very possible but not likely…hoping to scare him off…to stop him from what I knew he was about to do to me.

He ignored me in his explorations.

This was bad. I couldn’t scream. I was totally frozen. The guy hadn’t threatened me with a weapon or even with words. He hadn’t hit me or tied me up, but I couldn’t move! His massive size alone, compared with mine had already intimidated me and rendered me helpless to fight him, scream, or even try to run. I just lay there scared shitless as his hands fondled, squeezed and basically felt me up like a piece of meat.

My paralysis broke when he stopped groping me long enough to undo his pants. He hadn’t even removed his coat or hat yet, and it was dark–the only light in the room spilling from my small office further back and down the hall–but I still knew that’s what he was doing. It hit me then that I was about to just lay there, frozen like a terrified hunted thing while this guy raped me. I COULDN’T just let that happen! With that thought, I made a sudden move to bolt off the desk and run–to where I didn’t know, and still don’t…out the front door? With my pants trailing behind me by one ankle? Out the back door, which was much closer, but almost directly behind him? I’d never make it. I wasn’t thinking anything close to coherent at the moment and only wondered these things later. All I knew was that I had to try Something!

It had appeared that his attention was away from me while freeing himself from his pants, but in that assumption I was mistaken. At my sudden jerking lunge toward the edge of the desk, one of his hands was suddenly at my throat with alarming speed, rendering my escape attempt pitifully futile before it could even be called an attempt. His grip on my throat wasn’t brutal, or even painful, but it was firm, solid, as if reminding me how easily he could hurt me if I tried that again. He didn’t say a word while putting down my brief rebellion with one hand…he didn’t have to. Somehow the silent threat was scarier than any words he could have uttered.

While his hand was still on my throat, he started groping me again with his other. I gasped then whimpered louder when I felt him shove two of his fingers inside me.

"Oh NO!! No, please….DON’T!!" I cried out.

He started moving them in and out of me….then his fingers started doing amazing things–moving around and around as well as in and out, curling and flexing, then massaging my g-spot with diabolical precision. Soon, despite my fear and revulsion of what was happening my body helplessly responded to his skilled manipulations. I heard myself moaning with something besides fear; my breathing harsh and rapid. I felt my muscles contract as waves of unexpected but undeniable pleasure washed thru my senses.

At some point thru this, I was aware that his other hand had left my throat and had fumbled at his pants some more, then he started making the unmistakable motions of stroking himself. I knew he was about to rape me, and my mind was numb with terror, but my body didn’t seem to care about anything but the frenzied motions his fingers made inside me. I felt my back arch as the muscles inside my vagina contracted and throbbed as the final jolts of tingles exploded inside me, travelling thru my entire body.

Panting, I lay back, limp, as he removed his fingers, then held me down while his other hand continued to stroke himself, faster now, and harder than before. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare for the invasion I knew was about to happen….then I heard him groan…"Yeeeaaahhhh…ooohhhhhh yeaahhhhh…" with what sounded like utter delight, then I jerked in surprise when, instead of feeling him try to enter me, I felt instead a warm spurt of wetness on my right leg. He continued to hold me down as he pumped every last drop onto me. Almost immediately I felt a towell or something being wiped across my leg.

"You’re not going to tell anybody…..right?" It sounded more like a statement of fact than a question, but I shook my head and somehow found my voice.

"N-n-no…um no" I stammered.

Then…he was gone. The electronic chimes sounded distant thru the roaring in my ears as he helped himself out the same way he’d come in.

I sat up on the desk, still naked below the waist…still shaking from the strange encounter, still flushed from my own strange response….and puzzled by the fact that I hadn’t been raped after all…not technically….in fact….What the HELL was THAT??

Realizing the store was still unlocked, the open sign still showing, I leapt down from the desk, nearly ran out front still half-naked, then caught myself and pulled my pants back on, turned the light back on, then made my way back to the front, where I locked the door. I stood there a while looking out the glass front wall, wondering where he went, where he’d come from, or if he’d return before I could get out of there.

I still had to do the closing procedures, but it was impossible at the moment. I mean, how could I possibly do paperwork when I was pacing around, shaking, chanting "Omigod….omigod…oh shit!!…OHGOD!!"?

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit first. True, he’d cleaned up his own mess, but there was still the matter of my own shameful wetness to deal with. While still in the bathroom I threw water on my face, took several deep breaths, looked at the mirror a long time, then asked my refection out loud, "What the hell was THAT??"

He’d said "You won’t tell anyone". I’d agreed. I was too stunned (and still scared) to do anything else at the time. But then I wondered….should I call the police or something? And tell them….what? That I’d been raped? I wasn’t! There’d been no robbery…not even technically a break-in since he’d come into a store still open to the public. He’d forced me into the back of the store, true. He’d used no weapons or any real threats other than the hand at my throat. His massive size and build had been enough to intimidate me…ok, there’s that, officer. And of course he’d clearly sexually assaulted me. But….rather than being hurt or brutalized, I’d had an orgasm. Never mind, officer.

Somehow I did manage to finish my paperwork. I had a bad moment when the phone rang and no one was there….could it have been him? I had no idea, but I’d had enough at that point. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I had a flash of guilt then. Should I have done something? Should I warn the others? I dismissed that, since I’m the only female ever alone in the store at any time. I should just forget it. I wasn’t hurt…I wasn’t even raped, not really. And he’d have to be NUTS to ever come back. I decided the best thing to do would be to just shrug it off as one of those strange things that just happens sometimes, and count myself lucky that it hadn’t been worse.

What I didn’t know was that it was about to get much worse….

Nothing else happened for a month at least, probably longer. I was sure I’d seen the last of the strange intruder. I set about my business as usual, determined to put the whole weird night out of my mind…but that proved to be impossible. There were too many things that bothered me about it; like…why?? Why did he choose my store? Why did he choose me? Had he targeted me? Been watching me? Or was he just some nutty guy who went around molesting women all over town? And of course, the most disturbing question of all….and the one that left me the most annoyed with myself….why didn’t he rape me? I mean, why would he go to all the trouble and risk of grabbing me, rendering me scared, helpless and open to him if all he wanted to do was manipulate me to a stunning orgasm, then jerk off on my leg?? It made no sense. I’d find myself wondering if maybe he didn’t find me attractive enough…(I KNOW! that’s SO fucked up but I couldn’t help it)….but do guys usually jerk off over someone they don’t find attractive? Was he scared of AIDS? That almost made sense, but why didn’t he wear a rubber…or better yet, why bother at all?

I got so angry with myself when I thought of these things…I mean, who cares?? One would think I’d wanted to be raped. When I was sure it was about to happen I remembered the fear, the panic and revulsion I’d felt. I knew I didn’t want that to happen! So why couldn’t I just forget it and be glad it didn’t? It was all very confusing.

After all that’s happened, I now know that he’d wanted me to be in that state of confusion. It was part of an elaborate mind game. The fucker was patient, I give him that. He game me time to let all those thoughts simmer. He even gave me time to stop being scared at closing time.

For the first few weeks after the strange attack, I’d been very skittish the closer it got to closing time each night, and…..oh shit, I really hate admitting this, but sometimes…..sometimes remembering the encounter made me…almost unbearably aroused. It’s terrible to say, but for a while…watching the clock, wondering if he would return, I’d feel real fear…but I also felt real tingles..sexual ones. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was totally disgusted with myself.

Eventually I stopped jumping every time I heard those chimes close to closing. Every time I did, it was always just another late-comer with no more nefarious motives than looking for something to buy. I didn’t forget it, really, but at least I felt I’d shoved the whole weird episode to the back of my mind where it belonged.

another few weeks….

Once again it was nearly closing time. I was in the back, into a book with one eye on the clock, intending to go close up as soon as I finished my cigarette.

The damned chimes annoyed me. It was late even for the most hardcore of last-minute stragglers. Stubbing out my cigarette, I headed up front, determined to tell the latecomer that we were about to close. To hell with them…I was tired.

I got about halfway to the front before I saw him this time.

He was standing by the door, waiting for me. He almost smiled at my shocked gasp.

"I’m back, bitch", he declared quietly.

We stood staring at each other for a moment. I was too stunned to even think straight.

He slid the closed sign over himself, then locked the door. For a brief crazy moment I wondered how many times he might have watched me from a distance doing that very thing myself before whatever internal clock he operated on told him it was time to return.

The spell broke then, and with a frightened cry I turned and ran back the way I’d come, thru the door to the back room. I was running toward the back door, which was unlocked and led directly outside. My immediate plan was to burst thru that door like a shot. Surely he wouldn’t chase me outside.

I almost made it, but he closed the distance between us quickly, and his body slammed me against the door just as I reached it…just as my arm had outstretched to open it.

"NO!!!", I cried out, "Leave me ALONE!!"

Without a word, while still holding me plastered against the closed door with his body he reached over and locked that door too.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I really didn’t think he’d dare show up again. I’d made the mistake of thinking the last time was just a random weird thing and that lightning wouldn’t strike twice, but here it was…in the form of this big guy turning off the lights again while squashing me against the door.

Holding me firmly against him, I could feel his excitement growing (quite literally) as his hands went up my sweater and under my bra where they grabbed both my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly.

I suddenly shouted, "Dammit!! Who ARE you? What do you want from me?? WHY are you DOING this??"

"Shhhhh, now," he said in a mockingly soothing tone, "am I going to have to tape your mouth shut?"

As soon as he said that, his fingers pinched my nipples cruelly. I couldn’t help crying out at the sudden pain.

"Yeah, it looks like I’m going to have to", he sighed as if annoyed. I felt him pull something from one of the pockets of his voluminous coat. Moments later I heard the unmistakable ripping sound of heavy tape being pulled free of its roll. I honestly don’t know if he was able to rip it off without cutting it, and if he cut it I don’t know what he used because he still hadn’t shown me a knife or anything.

Pulling my head back by my hair he muffled my whimpers and any further protests with a big swatch of the tape, pushing it firmly over my lips. With that he grabbed my upper arms and steered me toward the desk, yanking my sweater off me before I’d even known he’d reached for it. He removed my bra just as quickly, with a deft skill I’ ve never seen in a man before…there was none of the typical fumbling. Within moments he had me stripped completely, save for my sheer black thigh-high stockings and one black heel since, just as before, one of them had fallen off in the scuffle.

Pushing me against the desk, he stood behind me, his body pinning me against it, forcing me to bend over it somewhat just to keep my balance.

His cruel fingers once again found my nipples, totally exposed now, and clamped onto them again, causing a scream of pain to erupt from inside me, only to die out as an impotent and muffled squeal trapped behind my sealed lips. More such screams followed as my tormentor pulled my nipples out from my body, elongating them and pinching them ever harder while I screamed behind the tape, writhed in agony and tried uselessly to wrench his hands from me. It was like trying to move trees from the ground and I shuddered at how strong he was.

Soon enough he removed his hands of his own accord, spun me around to face him, then once again lifted then dropped me onto the desk, pulling my legs apart the moment I’d landed, then shoved one of his fingers inside me.

He’d been silent thru most of this, just like before. By silent, I mean he didn’t say much, speaking only when he deemed it necessary. However his breathing had become heavy…and so had mine. His groans of sadistic hunger mingled with the harsh breaths escaping from my nose as my distressed whimpers continued to vibrate against lips that were unable to release them while he moved his fingers in and out of me. After a few moments of that he did speak.

"Yeahhh…you’re getting nice and wet," he informed me, "you like this, don’t you?"

He chuckled when I shook my head no, my eyes wide and pleading over the tape on my mouth.

"Ahhh, yes you do….you LOVE this".

Suddenly he stopped what he was doing, pulled his fingers out quickly, seized my legs under the knees, then pulled them till my bottom was at the edge of the desk, placing them in a spread out position on either side of himself; his body preventing me from closing them. It was then, and also when he impatiently shrugged out of his coat, flung his hat to the floor, then pulled his shirt off (confirming to me for sure how powerfully built he was), that I knew I wasn’t going to get away with just being groped and fingered this time.

Just as I feared, he quickly undid his pants, and I gazed up at him in a kind of swooning panic as he leaned over my prone body, placing his hardness against me, steadily pushing his way inside me. I moaned with dismay, shaking my head NO, but part of that dismay was because the nerves and muscles in my vagina had come to a rebellious life of their own, squeezing and throbbing against his invading shaft, sending tingles all thru me.

I lay terrified and overpowered, unable to control anything. I made some feeble attempts to push him off me, but it was, of course, impossible. I couldn’t escape or even close my legs.

Once inside me, he slid his arm under my right leg at the knee, hoisting my leg up, forcing it towards my chest as his hand gripped my arm, holding it down at my side. He took full advantage of this position of deeper penetration by driving into me with hard steady strokes, forcing a likewise steady series of muffled cries from me. Still he stayed silent save for his harsh breathing and grunts of effort.

He broke his silence when he pulled out, stepped back from me and commanded me to turn over. Thinking it was probably best to comply, I scooted off the desk, then haltingly turned around. Impatiently he pushed me till I was bent over the desk. While holding me down in this position he started groping and squeezing my ass. I had a very bad feeling that got worse in a hurry when he suddenly bent down, his face close to my ass, then spat. I struggled against the strong arm holding me in my bent-over position when I felt the sudden wetness land a perfect bulls eye on my butt hole. I knew what he was going to do next and I was horrified; voicing my intense protest with even louder squeals behind the tape, shaking my head NO with a frantic urgency. I felt him fumbling behind me for a while–obviously the difference in our heights was making it difficult to find a good angle because I suddenly found myself being lifted and pushed forward onto the desk till my feet were no longer on the floor but splayed out behind me in midair, on either side of my attacker once again.

His body pressed against me from behind. I could feel the swollen head of his cock pushing against the tiny opening of my anus relentlessly. My hands madly clawed at the desk in a useless attempt to crawl away from the slow but steady forward thrust that was opening me so painfully, but his grip on me was too tight. My screams were loosening the tape on my mouth and the muffled noises were forming words….useless pleas that I knew would do no good as I continued to writhe and tense myself in a desperate attempt to keep him from going any further inside me. My efforts wasn’t stopping the steady pressure of his advance, only making it hurt more.

"I’m getting in there…", he said in his maddening matter-of-fact way, and strangely enough, that’s what finally made me stop fighting and try to relax my muscles. As soon as I did he pushed into me further and further until he was deep inside me. He paused a few moments until I’d stopped most of my wailing, then leaned over me further, placing one hand over my loosely-taped mouth while the other held me firmly beneath him. That’s when he began raping  my impaled ass, smothering the new screams he knew this would evoke.

"Oooohhhh….ohhh yeaaahhh…" he chanted while he drove into my violated bottom with ever deeper and faster strokes.

I absorbed the pain and humiliation of this torment, bawling behind the hand firmly clamped to my mouth, till it began to lessen somewhat, the unbearable pain changing to an intense friction that caused my screams to fade into the rhythmic cries as old as time of one being fucked and accepting it. It wasn’t pleasure I felt at this point, but the increasing intensity was sweeping me away with it, and I knew if this continued, I would probably cum. I’ll never know for sure, because it was then that he spoke again, into my ear as he pulled my head further back by the hand still over my mouth.

"I’m going to cum all up inside your ass, bitch….oohhhh…uuhh…here it comes…" he panted, then set about making it happen by thrusting into my tortured ass even harder, driving in and out of me with a frenzy, bringing forth frantic new screams to match the fresh pain–screams that he muffled effectively with his hand, holding my head against his chest while forcing me to endure the last and most intense part of this sadistic ride.

There were no groans of satisfaction to signal that he was done, only the sudden wetness I felt spreading inside me. He slowed down then, finally and withdrew, leaving me there, the tears beginning to flow.

I could hear him pulling his clothes back on hurriedly. I really didn’t want to move, but I felt stupid just lying there crying with my ravaged backside uncovered, so I scooted backwards and made an ungraceful landing, nearly tripping over my pants that were still twisted and balled up around one ankle. I saw my sweater in the floor and keeping my eyes averted I bent to retrieve it, holding it almost protectively over my exposed breasts, finally raising my eyes just in time to see only a glimpse of my attacker as he vanished thru the back door this time without a word.

Shaken and trembling, I cleaned myself up, put myself back together as well as I could then calmly finished the closing procedures as if in a dream. In fact, it was only the soreness in my bottom and the later-discovered bruises on my breasts–in the perfect shape of finger-tips–that kept reminding me that it hadn’t been some crazy dream. There’s been times since that night that I wondered if I somehow didn’t make it all up in my mind. I think crazy people can feel phantom agonies if they sincerely believe they’re being attacked by something. I know that sounds far-fetched, but no more so than anything else that’s happened.

Somehow I finished what I needed to finish at the store–all the while numb and half-terrified once again that he would return before I could leave. I gave the back room a quick inspection before I left, however, to make sure nothing was out of place, and there I saw something I’d missed during my earlier haste to be dressed again, something that seemed to prove it really happened. A roll of duct tape sat on its side in the middle of the floor. Before leaving I took it to my office and locked it in the filing cabinet. It sits there still….sometimes I look at it.

He struck again about three weeks later. I won’t rehash all the details this time since it was almost the same; the only really notable difference being that this time he made me suck him for a while before proceeding to violate me in the same ways as before. When it occurred to him that he wanted to use my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head by my hair after he’d set me on the same desk, forcing me to bend way over from the waist while sitting there, clutching his coat in both my fists to keep from tumbling off. Later he also varied his attack by wrapping my bra around my neck while raping me, periodically squeezing off my cries to nearly silent struggles for breath. He managed to take me every way possible before finishing off in my ass once again….then he was gone, as usual, without a word.

Thru the tears that fell freely while I dressed alone in the dark, I had a flash of resentment that was so incongruous to the situation that I had to laugh also. When I realized he was gone I’d thought "how rude!"; this was the third time he’d attacked me and each time when he was done with me he’d always left without a word…no "that was great", "that was lousy" or any comments at all. Well, he was a rapist after all…..what did I expect? A dozen roses?? that’s the thought that made me laugh even as I shakily tired to put myself back together thru my tears.

It was only another few weeks before he came thru the door at closing time again like he owned the place–or at least owned the manager. By now he did own me in many ways…as I’m sure he was aware.

I’d had strange, terrible moments during that time. Everything was escalating–the frequency of the attacks as well as the intensity of them. He was being rougher, more violent each time, frightening me terribly. Even so, I felt helpless to stop it. The crazy thing is that I probably could have stopped it somehow–like making sure I was never alone at closing time. Or I could have called the police, but I couldn’t bear the knowing looks I imagined they would greet my report with. "You say he’s attacked you on three separate occasions…and you never reported it till now?" I couldn’t bear their questions, probably because I had no answers for them. I didn’t even have any answers for myself.

My mind was also playing tricks on me. One day while in my office I was busy with some paperwork, my mind totally on my work, my rapist the furthest thing from my mind…when I felt him. I can’t really think of a better way to describe it. I felt him just out of my range of vision, coming up behind me. A small cry of terror escaped me as I spun around suddenly, feeling his hand close over my mouth and his other arm encircle me in his usual powerful grip….when I saw that I was alone after all…with only my pounding heartbeat for company. I sat there stunned and still frightened by the suddenness and intensity of my vision. It had felt so real, yet it was all in my mind. It made me question my sanity–and his existence. Was I losing my mind? That wasn’t the only occurrence that made me wonder such a thing.

Another day, while alone in the store, but several hours away from closing time I had another vision. I was sitting at the back-room desk (that’s right, that desk), busying myself with schedules during a slow hour, waiting for the afternoon shift to come in when the door chimes sounded. As I walked thru the back-room door to the main part of the store I saw him…heading toward me with the same wild look in his eyes, coming down the same aisle, bearing down on me with the same purposeful stalking stride as that first night. My heart nearly stopped….then he disappeared. I closed my eyes a moment to clear my vision of the phantom, then continued to the front of the store to wait on the elderly lady who’d really come thru the door when the chimes had sounded.

It was no surprise when he entered my dreams at night as well. They were strange disturbing dreams in which I’d find myself imprisoned somewhere, sometimes chained to a wall, sometimes tied to a chair, sometimes in a jail cell, and often in a small steel cage. I would be terrified, knowing he was coming for me, yet awaiting his arrival impatiently, as he was the only one able to free me. Then when he does show up he always takes me cruelly…savagely….and in these dreams I always climax violently–great waves of mind-blowing spasms that leave me weak, my heart pounding at an alarming rate upon awakening. I only climaxed for real that first time. Maybe because it all happens too fast–maybe because I’m too scared at the time….but I always feel on the verge after he’s left me, my nerves bunched up and demanding release. Maybe that’s why the release is so exaggerated in the dreams.

I was in a crazy bad way for a while. I didn’t feel in control of anything. The best way to illustrate this is my behaviour when he returned for the fourth time. As I said earlier, he’d strolled right in like he owned the place while I was at the front of the store this time. It was a bit later than his usual visits by a few minutes. I’d slid the Closed sign over, but forgotten to lock the door–make of that what you will. I looked up at the sound of the chimes , saw him and froze. He held my gaze a moment, then continued walking to the back room without me–not even bothering to grab me first, pulling off his coat as he walked, saying to me as if it was an afterthought, "Lock the fucking door….Now!", taking completely for granted that I would obey. Later I remember thinking, "what a dumbass!" He tells me to lock the door, doesn’t even bother to watch me, but waits for me in the back room! Really absurd, right? What could possibly stop me from running right out the door? So what did I do? That’s right…I fucking obeyed. I locked the door….crept slowly to the back room….and then I was grabbed.

Later, he didn’t bother to restrain my arms….they moved of their own volition it seemed…reaching up and trailing my nails down his chest while he fucked me…my breathing as ragged as his own….my moans held very little dismay. Then, after using me every way possible in his economical one-shot manner, after leaving me naked, in tears and humiliated again….he left me for the last time without a word.

* * * * * * * *

After nearly three months of expecting another visit, I’ve finally come to the conclusion that he’s done with me. I can never be sure, of course. I’ve assumed this before and I was always wrong. But this time I think my mysterious phantom rapist has vanished for good. I’m relieved, of course….of course I am…however…my dreaming self seems to feel differently.

The other night he came thru that door again in my dreams. I was at the counter in the front of the store, just as I was the last time. I heard the chimes….looked up, met his eyes…..and smiled.

* * * * * * * *

It’s been nearly another month since I’ve written what I thought was the end.

I saw him today.

I’ve seen phantoms of him everywhere since this began…in stores, on the street, in untold numbers of cars…but it was never really him. At first I thought today was just another instance of that, although the more time that’s passed since last time, the less frequent are these sightings.

It was him this time….I know it.

After seeing him today I wonder how I could have ever been fooled before by the impostors my mind had conjured.

I happened to be at the front of the store, as I am right now while writing this, when I saw a car slow down while driving past. It was him. I’m not sure if he could see me where I stood but it looked like he did….our eyes seemed to meet.

Now here it is, nearly closing time, and I have a strong feeling he’s coming for me again. I really have no reason to believe this. I don’t know why he stayed away for so long this time–it seems logical to assume he won’t return….but he’s coming, I know it…and this time I’m more scared than ev…

* * * Prologue * * *

On the day after this final, incomplete sentence was written, presumably, the morning shift was surprised to find the doors unlocked when they came to work. The closing procedures were left half-done and there was no trace of the manager, save for the sheets of paper the above story had been written on in longhand, scattered all over the counter and the floor.

Their surprise was soon replaced with worry while reading these pages, then outright fear when they came to the last page and saw, scrawled over the top of the written words as well as the blank portion, in a different hand, these words:

HEATHER IS NEVER COMING BACK!!

Was she abducted by the intruder she wrote of? Was it all a hoax? No one knows for sure, but the woman who wrote the above account has never been seen nor heard from since….

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Julie was tired after a extra long day at work. That meant arriving at home at night, but her tired bones did not care. She unlocked her door…

..and flew into her home as a Man drove a shoulder into her back.

Julie landed on the floor hard. Being only 5′ 2" and 115 pounds, the Man, after locking the front door, easily lifted her off the floor. He clamped a hand over her mouth and a placed a knife to Julie’s throat. She was helpless.

The Man kissed Julie’s neck.

"We are going to have some fun, fuck toy. Just be a good girl and I won’t be forced to slice you. We understand each other?"

Julie stared wide eyed at the knife and nodded.

"Good fuck toy." He grabbed Julie by the hair.

"Take off the dress, fuck toy."

"Please…don’t.." begged Julie.

The Man backhanded Julie across her face. She staggered.

"Please don’t piss me off," said the Man in a quiet voice. " I will kill you. Now, take off your dress."

Julie obeyed, wriggling out of her dress. She was now just clad in her bra, tan pantyhose and heels. She heard the Man’s breath quicken.

"Very nice. You are going to be a wonderful fuck toy."

The Man sliced off Julie’s bra. Her fear bubbled up and she began to sob as the Man pinched her nipples.

"Yes, very nice. Put your hands out in front of you and stay still."

Julie did as she was ordered. The Man duct taped her wrists together. Julie started to cry harder which earned her a quick slap in the face.

"Calm down, fuck toy, or I will REALLY hurt you."

Julie took a deep breath to quiet herself, but her body still shook with fear.

The Man dragged her across the room to a closet. He had Julie kneel as he open the the door and placed a heavy box from the closet to secure it in place. He pulled Julie up by her hair and pushed her against the door.

The Man loop one end of a long piece of cord around Julie’s bound wrists and tied it off. He then tossed the cord over the top of the door.

The Man grabbed the other end and pulled. Julie screamed as her arms shot above her head. The Man pulled until Julie’s toes were barely touching the door. He tied the cord taunt on a closet hanger rod. Julie was hanging helpless before the Man.

The Man taped Julie’s mouth shout with duct tape to muffle her screams. Julie shook her head as the Man kneeled before her helpless body.

He slipped off her heels and kissed both of her feet. He ran his tounge up Julie’s legs to her thighs. Julie screamed in terror into her tape gag.

"You better stay stil, fuck toy. Or I will cut you."

Julie stiffened as the Man used the tip of his knife to slice through the crotch of her pantyhose and then slice off her panties. She was exposed to the Man.

The Man began to rub Julie’s clit. Tears of shame rolled down her face.

"Well, my fuck toy is getting wet for her Rapist. You want to be raped, don’t you fuck toy?"

Julie couldn’t answer. She was lost in the forced pleasure this..this..Man was inflicting on her. When the Man put his tounge to her clit, she came, bucking against the door. When he added his finger and pumped in and out of her pussy as he licked her clit, she came a second time, her wetness dripping down his hand and leg.

The Man spread Julie’s legs and lifted them off the ground. He drove his stiff cock into her.

"Wrap your legs around me, fuck toy. Fuck your Rapist."

Julie wrapped her nylon clad legs around the Man’s waist and the pleasure she had felt was replaced by pain and shame. The Man pounded her against the door with hard quick strokes. Julie was being raped, plain and simple.

The Man pulled out and turned Julie around. With her face pushed against the closet door, the Man spread Julie’s ass cheeks and rammed his cock into her ass. Julie screamed and screamed.

"Yes, scream for me fuck toy. Scream as your Rapist sodomizes you. You are my Rape Victim now."

Julie screamed until she ran out of energy. She went limp, barely feeling the brutal strokes of the Man’s cock in her ass. She even stopped feeling the pain in her arms and wrists from being strung up like a slab of meet.

The Man grunted and came inside Julie. Julie just hung there, catatonic.

The Man stripped her of her pantyhose and gathhered all of Julie’s clothes into a plastic grocery bag. He loved collecting trophies from his fuck toys.

He took some more duct tape and taped Fuck Toy Julie to the closet door. She looked like an insect caught in flypaper.

He left the front door open as he left Fuck Toy Julie’s home. Ten minutes and three miles later, he used her cell phone to tell the 911 operator where to find his latest fuck toy. Just as he had with the last four.

He tossed her phone in the garbage and went home to add Fuck Toy Julie’s clothes to his trophy case..

Rape Story by binder38us

Cleopatra possessed the face of a goddess and the lush, alluring body of a vamp. Strong virile men fell at her feet. Her hair was radiant and lustrous, brown as a raven, her eyes, a tantalizing, deep dark brown, her delectable, tawny colored skin, smooth as silk. Even at the tender age of eighteen her beauty was legendary. After all she had met and conquered the mighty Julius Caesar, melting and capturing his heart. Using both beauty and wile, she had easily mesmerized the great Roman warrior and leader and was quickly appointed Queen of Egypt. This newly formed alliance and rumors of romance did not bode well with many members of the Roman high council. Adding fuel to the fires of discontentment, Cleopatra had chosen to visit Rome and was now living in Caesar’s palace with both he and his wife Calpurnia.

Rumors of a coup de grace or even an assassination spread rapidly through the inner circles of Rome’s elite. Even now, Brutus and Calpurnia huddled together in her chambers plotting a strategy. Caesar’s wife was furious. "I dare she, the brazen hussy, coming right here to Rome and living under the same roof." Brutus tried to settle her down.

"Just keep calm Calpurnia, we’ll take care of Cleopatra once Caesar is out of the way." His words had little affect on the hot tempered woman.

"I don’t want to wait, who knows how much longer Caesar will be in power?"

"I want that bitch taken care of right now." Brutus sighed, nodded his head in reluctant approval and left the room.

Later that evening on a quiet road leading up to a large villa located on the outskirts of Rome, a heavily curtained gondola was being carried on the shoulders of eight muscular . slaves, two on each of the four support arms extending from the gondola. They came to a sudden halt when approached by Calpurnia and a huge male Nubian wearing nothing but a white loin cloth. In unison, they lowered the carriage to the ground. Calpurnia drew the thick curtain, sliding it along a rod running across the top of the enclosure. Caesar’s wife smiled.

Laying on the floor was the trussed and gagged form of Cleopatra. She was on her side, arms behind her back, tied at the wrists and elbows with thin leather strips, her ankles were crossed and also tied with leather. A . scarf securing the wadding in her mouth was clenched tightly between her teeth and the overhang of her pouting, pink painted lips. Cleopatra’s dark brown eyes blazed a mixture of hate and indignation. Calpurnia paid her no heed but rather took notice of Cleopatra’s left breast that was naked and exposed, apparently from the scuffle of her abduction. Her tethered ankles, sandled feet and pink painted toenails were visible below the hem of her full length white tunic. Then as if speaking to a lady of the evening, she looked down her nose at the bound and gagged Queen of Egypt. "Whore." She then abruptly closed the curtain.

Cleopatra could hear Calpurnia speaking to the . man, right outside the carriage. "Remove all of her jewelry and place it in my strong box and then I want you to give her a good fucking, I want you to fuck her until she can’t stand up, do you understand me?" He didn’t hesitate.

"Yes mistress, I sure do understand," The gondola suddenly began to shake violently, mumbling and thumping noises coming from within. Calpurnia and the . slave laughed. "Must have been something I said." Calpurnia chided.

By entering through a secret trapdoor in the villa, one could descend down a flight of granite stairs into the cold, dark dungeon type chamber below. Cleopatra’s rumpled tunic and under garments were strewn on the floor next to the large four-poster bed in which Cleopatra lay naked and shamed. She was spreadeagled, face up, ankles and wrists tied outlandishly to the four posts, her gag had been removed.

Mounted in holders attached to the bedposts were four flaming torches. The . man stood for a long moment, watching from across the room, the jumping and darting flames illuminating, and then casting dark shadows across Cleopatra’s naked and helpless body, the smooth plains of her belly contracted nervously, causing her flawless titties to dance enticingly atop her heaving chest. His almost hypnotic trance was interupted by Calpurnia’s voice. "Am I in time for the festivities?"

He looked up, a little startled. "Yes mistress, she’s about to be fucked good and proper just like you said." With that the Nubian tore away his loin cloth, his gigantic, lust stiffened, purple veined penis straining in full erection. Culpurnia gloated over the frantic, wide eyed young girl, while the . man released her ankles. "You will die for this, both of you will die by the sword of Julius Caesar."

The muscular slave spread her ankles wide and then raised them up and back towards her head until her buttocks lifted off the bed. He held her in this obscene pose allowing Calpurnia to hold a torch directly above her pouting mound. The triangle between her thighs was covered with a thick growth of crisp. curly dark pubic hair. Her slit was barely visible through the heavy foliage, it appeared to have no lips, much like that of a young girl. The big pressed his bulbous knob against the narrow opening and pushed and the head of his cock was in Cleopatra’s, up to now sacred temple.

"I will have you castrated, and your prick fed to"… Her words were cut short by a brutal, downward thrust of the slaves iron-hard penis. "AAAAAAHHHHRRR" The big had Cleopatra impaled to the mattress, her tight sheath forced to accomodate the full length of his manhood. He proceded to rape the young queen but his movements were precise and with purpose, he manuevered Cleopatra first this way and then another, regulating the speed of his pumping motion as he did, but more importantly never relinquishing the constant friction against her clitoris. The Nubian slave was an expert cocksman, Calpurnia had selected him for that very reason.

Very quickly Cleopatra became aware of the humiliation that was to follow. she felt a shamed longing in her cunt, her protests now soft involuntary mewings, her jerking pelvis responding dutifully to the slaves magical flute. Much to Calpurnia’s delight, she could see Cleopatra mounting towards a climax, her breathing, desperate and raspy. She could see that the cocksman had her now, the young nymph was lost in a tide of rising lust. Cleopatra screamed. "EEEEAAAAHHH." Crying out again and again as her convulsing vagina gushed and squirted her womanly juices. Only a few moments later the big . exploded, spurting his pent-up semen into Cleopatra’s wet pussy. Only when he had fully spent did he withdraw his penis from her inner slit. Stripped of her dignity, the raven haired beauty wept bitterly, ashamed to face her captors. Calpurnia stood triumphantly over the fallen queen.

"Cleopatra, goddess of love, turned into a wanton whore by a mere slave."

"Do you think that Caesar will want you now?"

"Do you think he wants someone who moaned like a whore when she was being fucked by a slave?" Not to Calpurnia’s surprise but certainly to Cleopatra’s chagrin, the Nubian’s sperm incrusted prick was again fully erect, curving in an arc, upwards towards the ceiling. Calpurnia enjoyed the disbelieving expression on Cleopatra’s face when she realized that she was going to be raped once again. "Fuck her all night if it pleases you, I’m gong to spend the night in Caesar’s bed, though do find some time to use the cutting rod on her backside, I want her obedient and respectful the next time I see her.

"Yes mistress, you can count on it" When Calpurnia left, the . slave had Cleopatra on her hands and knees, his ridged rod poised to enter her from behind. The young debased queen begged for mercy. "Please…not again….no more….have mercy."

The debased queen resisted but she was no match for the talented cocksman. He toyed with her, turning her voluptuous array of female flesh into a craving, lewd spectacle. She begged for culmination time and time again, promising anything. By the time he had finished with her, she had danced to his tune, done his bidding and jumped through hoops for him. She lay humbly at his feet, exhausted, her juices totally depleted, but the evening was not over for the young raven-haired beauty.

When Calpurnia returned the next day. she found a naked Cleopatra hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, her perspiration-sheened body illuminated by torches positioned along the wall. The big . removed one of the torches from it’s sheath and held it up to Cleopatra’s backside. She was covered with thin, bright red welts that had been systematically administered from the top of her back, down over her entire buttocks and along the backs of her thighs. Driblets of coagulated blood stained her silky, tawny hued skin.

Calpurnia nodded her approval. "Very nice, her skin is tender and marks well." Cleopatra’s chains were lowered until she was on her knees, her body limp, her head slumped forward, long tendrils of hair hanging in damp disarray covered her tear streaked face. Calpurnia parted the hair hiding Cleopatra’s face and used it to lift her head up, her tear stained eyes were filled with pain and agony. "Look at me Cleopatra, it is mistress Calpurnia, do you understand?" She nodded weakly but did not speak. Calpurnia picked up a long. thin rod and without warning, lashed it savagely across Cleopatra’s left breast, just above the nipple. A frenzied shriek tore from her throat."AAAAAHHHHRRRR." Calpurnia got right in her face, holding her head up by the chin. "Now, do you understand me?"

The young queen’s lips trembled uncontrollably. "Yes mistress Calpurnia, I understand, you are my mistress." Calpurnia smiled evilly and with another fierce and sudden stroke, laid a fiery kiss across Cleopatra’s right breast, again right above the nipple. The young beauty screamed in pure agony, her free swinging titties jumping and swinging violently as she writhed in her restraints. As intended, Calpurnia had marred each one of Cleopatra’s fabled breasts with a deep laceration, blood flowing freely from the open wounds. Calpurnia considered it as sort of a brand, proof of ownership.

Calpurnia turned to the . slave. "Prepare her for travel as we discussed, the queen is returning to Rome. She then turned back to the kneeling young captive. "By the way Cleopatra, I forgot to mention that Julius Caesar is dead." Cleopatra screamed hysterically. "NOOOOOO."

Throngs of cheering Romans lined the streets leading to the palace. The procession was led by none other than Calpurnia herself, proudly driving a chariot pulled by two magnificent white steeds. Right behind her was the . slave, who was on foot, leading a feisty . stallion by the reins. a still naked Cleopatra was unceremoniously tied, face up to the underbelly of the snorting, fractious stallion.

She was held in place by ropes attached to her wrists and over the horse’s withers and to her ankles and over the horse’s haunches. Another rope was placed beneath her neck and over the horse’s withers, forcing her face flush against the great stallion’s genitalia. Several rows of foot soldiers marched directly behind Cleopatra. The crowd roared with laughter and screamed obscenities right up until they entered the castle grounds. Calpurnia barked orders to the several slaves and servants greeting the procession. "Bathe and cleanse the whore and douche her well, then bring her to my bed chamber." Marc Antony, dressed in full leather armor, entered Calpurnia’s bed-chamber. A surprised Cleopatra blushed, her dusky colored face turning a deep scarlett. She was tied spread-eagled to Calpurnia’s large canopy bed, her legs splayed wide, vulgarly displaying the heavy thatch of dark foliage at the apex of her thighs.

Cleopatra tried desperately to regain her composure, at least the best she could under these circumstances. "Thank god your here Marc Antony, please help me, Calpurnia has gone mad." He said nothing but regarded the once haughty queen, now naked and helpless. His silence was unnerving, why wasn’t he outraged at her treatment? Why wasn’t he releasing her from her bondage? Cleopatra was desperate now. "By combining our forces, we can conquer the world, think of it Marc Antony, the world can be ours."

He smiled. "My army can already conquer the world, it can also conquer Egypt, why do I need you?" Proudly, despite her predicament she responded. "Because with Egypt, you also get me."

"Look at me Marc Antony, I’m the most beautiful women in all the world, men fall at my feet to worship me."

"Did that big . slave fall at your feet, Cleopatra?" His words cut like a knife.

"Please Marc Antony, I can fulfill all your fantasies, just lay your hand on my stomach, feel my skin, it’s as smooth as silk." Instead, he not so gently touched the open wound on her left breast. Cleopatra winced in pain. "AAHHH."

"Tell me about the cuts on your titties."

"Please Marc Antony, don’t make."…….."AAAAHHHEEE." He poked the wound on her right breast, even less gently, then repeated the question. "Now tell me about the lacerations on your tits."

Fighting back sobs, Cleopatra attempted to speak. "Calpurnia has lost her mind." Just then she saw Calpunia standing in the doorway holding the very same instrument that had inflicted the damage to her breasts. "Mistress Calpurnia whipped my breasts with a rod."

Marc Antony looked at Calpurnia and grinned. "How can she whip the Queen of Egypt?"

Cleopatra’s eyes flashed of fear as she looked at the menacing looking woman standing in the doorway and then the fear turned to resignation. "Calpurnia can whip my breasts for she is my mistress." A grinning Marc Antony looked at Calpurnia and then bent down and kissed Cleopatra on the lips and then he left. Cleopatra yelled to him until her voice became hoarse. "Please Marc Antony, I love you….please come back to me…I am Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt…I am Cleopatra." Calpurnia stood over the crest-fallen beauty. "Calm yourself Cleopatra, you have a visitor."

Brutus, who led the revolt and the ultimate murder of Julius Caesar entered the chamber. He was grotesque and squat, his thickness somewhat hidden by his loose fitting tunic. His mouth supported a sardonic smile. "Nice to see you Cleo, I must say that you are looking mighty good today, great complexion, must be the Rome weather. Cleopatra turned her face away from the repulsive looking man. "That’s no way to act, Cleo, if you don’t want to talk, then we’ll get right down to the business." Brutus clapped his hands twice and immediately two scantily clad slave girls entered, each carrying a bucket. The first girl dipped a piece of felt into a white sticky substance, holding it there until it was thoroughly saturated. Next, she carefully wrapped it in a two-ply piece of white cloth. She held the packing in her hand and whispered in Cleopatra’s ear.

"I am going to place this in your mouth, the felt is soaked in fresh stallion semen, if you don’t close your mouth or squeeze on it, very little of the semen will escape." "No, you can’t do that to me, I won’t allow it." But they could do it to her, they had done it several times before, but of course not to someone as regal and beautiful as Cleopatra. The second girl squeezed Cleopatra’s nose between her thumb and index finger and pulled upwards, while at the same time using the other hand to pull her chin downwards. Cleopatra was helpless to resist. The first girl gently lowered the packing into the humid cave of her mouth. She then placed a wide red scarf across Cleopatra’s gaping mouth and secured it at the nape of her neck. The red scarf did not touch or press against the wadding, but ensured that it could not be dislodged.

Brutus reveled in his control over the young Egyptian beauty. "Is the scent familiar, Cleo?"

"You were strapped to his belly only last night" He unfastened the cord around his waist and slipped out of his tunic. He stood there naked, rolls of flabby flesh encircling what was supposed to be his waistline, his penis was small but bone hard, the head snarly and crooked. Brutus untied Cleopatra’s right leg, his prick stiffening even more as he touched her slim, delicate ankle. He lifted her leg up and back towards her right wrist until she resembled a wishbone, he tied a strip of leather around her ankle and ran it to the bedpost, leaving her right leg suspended and pointing straight to the ceiling.

Cleopatra’s fabled charms were no longer a secret to the pudgy statesman. he savored the smorgasbord of delectable, feminine flesh entirely at his disposal. Brutus ran his hand through her thick, dark bush and then teasingly down the entire length of the shadowed recess between her two globes. An involuntary spasm rippled through Cleopatra’s body. "Oh, thats a good sign, did you enjoy my touch, Cleo?"

Brutus then touched the tip of his index finger against the brown crinkly skin of her virgin anus, he teased and played with the small rosette but did not attempt to penetrate the elastic band. Cleopatra lay still, contemplating the worst, her gaping mouth tasting the first seepage of the stallions seed. Brutus dipped his hand into the second bucket that had been brought in by the slavegirls and brought out a handful of lard. Cleopatra emitted gurgled, indignant protests as he spread the lard liberally up and down the dark chasm between her ass-cheeks until it was fully coated with the greasy substance. When Brutus inserted his well oiled finger into her tight enclosure, Cleopatra groaned, her hoarse, guttural protests now more alarming.

Humiliated, the young queen involuntarily grunted in unison with his delving finger as it raped her ass-hole, lubricating the insides of her narrow, rear passageway. With preparations now out of the way, Brutus used one hand to raise her buttocks, for a better angle and the other hand to guide his rigid spear towards it’s tender target. His greedy pecker met the small brown ring head-on, hesitating for one spilt second and then with one brutal thrust pierced the slippery, puckered skin of Cleopatra’s anus, shooting scorching pain through the sensitive, defenseless tissues of her rectal channel. Cleopatra screamed in sheer terror.

"AAAAAHHHHRRRR." She bit down hard on her rancid gag, sending horse semen streaming into her mouth and down her wailing throat, her tawny-skinned belly retching violently as the putrid fluid entered her resisting stomach.

Brutus warned her. "Be still or you will choke on your very own vomit." Brutus continued to plunder the inflamed orifice, searing and scraping raw the inner walls of her intestinal tract with each thrust and withdrawal, his driving cock now coated with a mixture of lard and blood. Cleopatra’s shrill screams and protests were now reduced to pathetic animal-like mewings, her throat congested with bile and horse semen.

With each downward thrust, her tortured wafer widened to accommodate the intrusion and puffed painfully outward as it clung tenaciously to each withdrawal. Brutus pummeled her relentlessly, his pent-up testicles bouncing off her lard smeared ass with each forward motion. Suddenly the rotund statesman’s body stiffened and he shouted. "Yes…yes you little whore." His strokes were now, long, slow and deliberate, each one delivering a blow to the young queens pride and each one filling her bowels with his unwanted spunk. Calpurnia ordered that Cleopatra be taken to the baths for washing and cleansing. The young lesbian slave girls looked forward to this pleasurable task. They were already exercising liberties with the fallen queen, greedy hands fondling her breasts and massaging the tight, protruding spheres of buttocks as they led her away.

Calpurnia could hear child-like giggling all the way down the hall. Shortly thereafter, a cute little slave girl, about sixteen years old and wearing a short, white toga, trimmed with gold entered Calpurnia’s chamber, a broad smile still adorned her pixie face. The little cherub had Cleopatra tied, collared, leashed and naked, save for the sandals she wore. It was a fuming and reluctant Cleopatra that she tugged into the room, but with her arms bound behind her at the wrists and elbows she could offer little resistance.

Calpurnia was amused with this unusual situation, a teenage nymph towing a naked Queen of Egypt on the end of a leash. "I heard the laughter, child, what was so whimsical?" The young girl blushed and lowered her head. "Come child, share your story."

"Well, mistress, it was really nothing. we were just kind of playing around."

"My little brother, he’s just thirteen and well, he thinks Cleopatra is really pretty, so I squeezed her nipple really hard, until she got down on her knees and kissed his, you know…his cock…and when she did, he pushed it all the way in her mouth." "You should have seen the look on her face." Calpurnia chuckled. "I know the look very well, child, now return to your quarters."

Calpurnia, dressed in a fine silk gown was seated in her favorite chair. A bound Cleopatra knelt before her, head bowed in submission, her laboring bosom thrust into prominence by the strain on her arms. The raven-haired beauty remained motionless while Calpurnia nonchalantly examined her exquisitely shaped breasts. Only when she gouged the open wound on her right tittie, did she respond. "Please mistress…don’t hurt me."

Calpurnia stood up and walked behind the still kneeling captive. "Those are my marks on your titties, Cleopatra, are you proud of them."

"Yes mistress, very proud of them."

"Not your tits you fucking whore, the marks, are you proud of the marks?"

"Yes mistress, that’s what I meant, I’m proud of the marks because they prove that I belong to you."

"Very well, turn around and face your mistress." Like an obedient slave, Cleopatra turned, remaining on her knees. She was surprised to find a naked Calpurnia laying on the bed, her back resting against several large, luxurious pillows, one leg bent at the knee and the other fully extended. She held the same destructive rod that had been used to tear and mutilate Cleopatra’s tender flesh. "Come slave, come to the foot of my bed, but remain on your knees."

Cleopatra struggled, walking on her knees, her free hanging twin orbs oscillating out of control with each awkward step. Panting from exertion, the young girl knelt on the floor at the foot of the giant bed, facing her mistress. Calpurnia spread her own legs in a wide vee, revealing the bulging mound of her love nook, the long slit covered with wisps of light brown hair. "Now, come to me, slave, slither on your stomach like a serpent."

Cleopatra hesitated momentarily, fighting the repulsion, then accepting the inevitable. She raised up only enough to slid belly down onto the bed and than began her snake-like twisting and turning movements until her face was a few scant inches from Calpurnia’s wanting pussy. Calpurnia could see that Cleopatra’s duties could not be properly performed tethered as she was. She released the leather straps from her elbows.

Cleopatra sighed with relief. "Thank you mistress." Calpurnia played with her new toy. "The great Cleopatra makes a better slave than she did a queen."

"Put your nose in."

"What." WHIKK…The rod seared Cleopatra’s left rump like a hot branding iron.

"AAAAAAEEEEE."

"Don’t ever question me again and I didn’t hear mistress." Cleopatra was shaken and in great pain. "No mistress…I mean yes mistress."

Calpurnia delighted in the young girls plight. "Now, for the last time, stick your nose in my honey pot." "Yes mistress."

Cleopatra wriggled up closer until tufts of feathery pubic hair tickled her nose. She maneuvered and pushed until her nose burrowed it’s way through the thick, rubbery lips of Calpurnia’s exposed vulva. Calpurnia pressed on the back Cleopatra’s head until her nose was firmly wedged in the fringes of her love pocket.

"There you go, hold it right there." "Now, take one deep breath, through your nose." The strong musky odor burned the membrane as it whistled through her nostrils. "Good girl, now another." "And another." "And another." "Thats enough for now, but you had best remember my scent, in the future you may be required to identify me out of a very large group, while blindfolded." "Failure to do so will result in severe punishment." "Have you ever made love to a woman?

"No mistress, I havn’t" "Well, you are the proclaimed goddess of love, I am sure that you will do just fine, at least I hope so for your sake, anyway."

Cleopatra cowed as Culpurnia slashed the wiry rod into the bed covers, right beside her prostrated form. Cleopatra wasted no time going for Calpurnia’s pea-size organ, she could already taste the early secretions of her rapidly lubricating cunt as she flicked the pulsing clit with the tip of her darting tongue.

"AH, AH. no you don’t, use your lips, kiss it, pretend it’s Marc Antony."

Cleopatra pressed her succulent mouth tenderly against Calpurnia’s gaping pink slit and humbly paid homage to her mistress. She nibbled, flicked, licked and sucked the older woman into a wild frenzy. Calpurnia’s head was thrown back in pure ecstacy, her fingers clawing into the bed covers like vicious talons. She prayed to the gods that the euphoria would last forever but the impending explosion was not negotiable. She stiffened and moaned, her gaping mouth gasping desperately for air as her floodgates surrendered to Cleopatra’s irrepressible tongue lashing. Calpurnia’s wildly constricting pussy spewed wave after wave of her hot boiling juices until at last her reservoir was fully spent.

A purring Calpurnia took several minutes to catch her breath, allowing an exhausted Cleopatra to lay submissively between her wide spread thighs, her face hidden shamefully in the bed covers. After awhile, Calpurnia pulled twice on a long braided cord, extending down from the ceiling. Almost instantly, four young girls wearing slave tunics entered the room.

Only a few days ago it would have been absurd to even imagine that mere slave girls would dare touch Cleopatra, the reigning Queen of Egypt, but touch her they did. They manhandled her, dragging her from the bed, her entire lower face glutted and smeared with the pearly essence of Calpurnia’s pungent smelling secretions. Her leather bindings were quickly replaced with two lengths of chains. A six inch chain connected her wrists behind her back and an eighteen inch chain connected her ankles, hobbling her movement but allowing her to walk.

They forced a large ball of cloth material into her mouth and secured it in place with a scarf which they tied firmly at the scruff of her neck. Cleopatra twisted and pulled at her chains when they placed a . cloth sack over her head, her rantings muted by her gag, "NNNNNGGGGNG." "NNNNNNGGGNG." Cleopata stood frozen, in muted darkness, at the mercy of her captors,but none was forthcoming. The four of them horsed her into a heavy, metal chastity belt. It consisted of three parts, all connected.

A thin metal belt encircled her waist, connected to that was a shield that covered her entire pubic triangle, then an even thinner band was attached to the bottom of the shield and ran between her thighs and then was drawn deep and tight into her anal cleft and then padlocked to the back of the belt. Just then the . slave who had helped Calpurnia with the abduction came in carrying a leather collar and a leash to match. Calpurnia smiled. "I see that you came prepared." "Have to keep your pets under control." Calpurnia laughed out loud, speaking sarcastically. "Oh, I think she’s under control alright."

Calpurnia handed the chastity belt key to her trusted slave. "Here, you are in complete charge of the whore, who gets to fuck her is entirely up to you, you can keep her for yourself or pass her around to friends, but you must keep her in the slave quarters."

"Yes mistress, I understand, I have a cage waiting for her, when she is not being used for sex, she will be in her cage."

"Good, now when you leave here, use the tunnel, no one will see you that way." The muscular slave attached the collar around Cleopatra’s neck. Blind, mute and hobbled the young captive was reluctant to move, but a sharp jerk on her leash and she stumbled forward, almost falling when she ran out of ankle chain. The once graceful and elegant queen, now was awkward and unsteady, offering her back-side in it’s spread cheek vulgarity as she was led away by her new owner.

Later that day, Brutus, Marc Antony and Calpurnia stood together on the castle’s balcony addressing the crowd of Roman citizens gathered below. Brutus acted as spokesperson for the group. "We are sad to announce that Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt is dead. She was bitten by an asp and succumbed to it’s poison. As was her wish, her body will be cremated and her ashes scattered into the Nile. A courier has been sent to Egypt to announce this tragic event."

As the news of her death spread rapidly through the land, Cleopatra was on her knees sucking . cock, her cheeks exaggerated and bloated by its enormity. Her wrists were tied behind her back and she was naked except for the heavy metal girth, it’s hard edges biting and cutting into her tender flesh. The big . man held Cleopatra by her tresses, plundering her gagging throat again and again with his magnificent manhood.

"Mmmm…MMMM….M..mum..sluuurp." Mmmmm..MMMM..M..mum..sluuurrp." Her cheeks puffed and deflated, puffed and deflated as he drove his bulky invader in and out and in and out of her defenseless mouth. "Mmm..MMM..M..mmm ..slluurp." With no outward emotion or indication from the huge slave, his first hot blast caught Cleopatra by surprise. "UUUUUUUGGGGGAAHH." She swallowed the load and tried to pull away, but he pressed at the back of her head and filled her mouth again. And again. And again. His pearly cream running furiously down her gagging throat. When he finally withdrew, Cleopatra coughed and sputtered, spewing the . slaves semen threw her nostrils and woebegone mouth, onto the floor below. Cleopatra’s limp form fell to the floor in a heap, the slave regarded her for a moment, then left the once proud beauty to languish in the reservoir of his secretions and her own bile.

From that time foward, Cleopatra was never again fucked by anyone other than a slave. Occasionally, Calpurnia and some her lady friends would make sport of her, utilizing her charms and obvious talents in their Sapphic games.

So was the fate of Queen Cleopatra, goddess of love

BIDOMINATION - Bisexual rape!

This story was written by Jory.

This is my story. My name is Amber Lynn. I am 24 years old. I just graduated from college so I still have that "School Girl" look about me. I have long light brown hair and big brown eyes. I have a great body. I work out four hours every morning before I head to work. Needless to say you would have to look pretty hard to fin any flaws in the shape of my body. The first thing that most people ever notice (though they don’t say it) is my breast. I am a 36d. So I guess that you could say I have pretty large breast. I have always worn clothes that are a little skimpy or tight around my breast. I’m not ashamed to admit that up till the night that I got raped I was a tease. I keep a tan year round so that my ass will look that much better for when I wear my trade mark thongs. I say that thongs are my trademarks because I don’t own any other type of panties. I would always say to myself that I knew that I had a sexy body, so why couldn’t I dress like it. Boy was I about to find out.

I work at a High School in a small town. I’m a teacher’s assistant for the senior class. Working with younger boys like on daily bases was fun. They were always trying to look down my shirt or rub up against my body so they could feel my young perky large breast pushing against my shirts. I also work with the school’s Cheerleading team. I use to be a cheerleader so it’s fun for me to be able to help those young girls out. At the cheerleading practice I would wear a short pair of running shorts and a cut off shirt covering my sports bra. I use to get a real kick out of the boys at the school. Many of them would find reasons to watch the cheerleading team practice just so they could get a good look at my long dark muscular legs and my big bouncing breast. Knowing that the boys were watching I would tease them a little. I would flip up my cut off shirt to wipe my face.

This would give the boys a nice look at my breast fighting to be free from my restraining sports bras. I know that they especially liked it when my nipples were hard. My hard nipples would be pushing against my white sports bra allowing the boys get a glimpse of my large hard nipples, but my white sports bra also allowed the boys to get a look at the dark out line of my nipples through the thin white material. After give the boys a good look at my hard nipples I would look over at them only to find most of them looking at me with they’re eyes wide open and they’re mouth open as if they had seen a ghost.

Well, let me go on with my story. The week went by as usual. The majority of the males in the senior class would spend most of they’re days starring at my young fit body. On thing was different though about that particular week. There is the boy named Eric he is what I guess you would call a nerd. He hangs out with a bunch of the other unpopular kids in the senior class. I noticed that every day that week he and at least three of his buddies would show up at the cheerleading practices. They didn’t even try to hide the reason that they were there. They would stair at my body with the most lustful looks that I have ever gotten. Well Friday rolled around and I was working with the girls and I noticed that Eric and his dorky friends had come to watch me yet again, So I thought that I should give the a treat for they’re loyalty. There was a pretty strong breeze outside and it put a chill in the air, needless to say my large nipples were as are as rocks.

I silently laughed to myself as I raise the front of my cut-off tee shirt to wipe my face, thus giving the boys a good look at my large breast and my big hard nipples poking through my nearly see-through material. When I let my shirt fall back down covering my breast I looked over at the boys, and I saw them all talking and giggling like little schoolgirls. "I must have made they’re day", I thought to myself. I guess I couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh as I thought about those boys beating themselves of while thinking of my young firm body and its large perky breast.

After the practice I went home and took a long hot shower. I got out and began to get dressed for the night. I put on a thin white g-string thong and it’s matching bra. The bra was made of thin cotton so it was almost see-through and man did it make my breast look even bigger than they are. I then put on a short black skirt and my skin-tight white turtleneck. I left my house around 7:00pm to meet up with a friend of mine for some drinks. After a couple of hours of bitching about how we didn’t have any men in our lives we both agreed that it would be best if we didn’t drink any more so we could make our way home safely. After a quick kiss and hug I got in my car and drove home. By the time I got in my house it was 11:30pm. Little did I know that my night was about to take a vicious turn.

I was sitting on the couch when I heard someone knocking on my door. I got up and looked through the little hole in my door to see who was knocking on my door so late. All that I saw was the back of someone’s head. I thought, "don’t be so paranoid it’s probably just one of your neighbours Amber". I undid the locks on my door and opened it. I was surprised to see Eric standing there in front of me.

"Eric what are you doing here?" I asked.

He just smiled and said, "We just came by to see you".

With that I noticed the three other boys that were with him. They were two white boys and a black kid. I remember them from that day’s cheerleading practice. They were the same boys that had been with Eric that afternoon. I felt a little smug as I remembered the way that I gave those boys a peek at my breast hidden behind my sports bra.

"Boy do you look hot Amber. You don’t mind if I call you Amber do you?" Eric said.

"I think you and your friends should leave Eric it’s a little late to come by for a visit", I said with a little bit of attitude in my voice.

I started to turn around when one of the boys that were standing behind Eric moved towards me. I turned around to find out what he was doing. As soon as we made eye contact he punch me in the stomach. That first hit knocked the breath out of me. While I was trying to get air back in my lungs all the boys started kicking and hitting me knocking me back into the house. I fell to the floor in my leaving room as Eric turned and locked my front door. I was lying on the floor as he approached me.

He pulled out a gun and said, " You can shut up and do what we say or you can be a little bitch and swallow a bullet".

I said, "Whatever, just don’t hurt me. Please Eric just take whatever you want and leave".

Eric took the gun out of my face as he stood up and said, " Ryan goes first, followed by me and then you two can decide who goes next".

"Oh my God its Ryan chambers?" I thought as he pulled out a knife and begun to approach me. Ryan is about five foot nine and 200 pounds. Basically he is a fat pimple cover kid. "Oh my god, please don’t let them rape me", I thought to myself as I noticed that the black boy had pulled out a video camera. I just looked up at Ryan as he moved in front of me.

He said, "Stand up bitch! I said stand up". Then he grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet. He said, "Don’t fight or I’ll cut that pretty face of yours and have my way with you as you choke on your own blood".

"Please don’t rape me!" I said as he reached around me and grabbed my ass. "Stop it", I said as he leaned over and began kissing me as I tried to push him off me. His hands were feeling all over my body. While kissing me he lifted the back of my skirt exposing my thong cover ass to the rest of the boys.

"Holy shit she’s wearing a damn thong. Man is she a slut or what?" Eric said before he gave my exposed as a quick slap. Ryan broke lose from me.

He said, "take off your shirt slut". I didn’t want these boys to see me in my breast even if they were hidden behind my thin lacy bra. Ryan said, "Fuck it", as he began raising my shirt.

I slapped him in an attempt to brake free from him. He stood back and back handed be nearly knocking me down. I was so stunned that I couldn’t fight as he lifted my shirt over my head exposing my large breast hidden behind their thin white bra. Grabbing me by my hair he moved me so that I was standing in front of the other boys. They were all cheering as their young eyes feasted upon my large perky breast. Ryan stood be hind me as he reached around and slid the knife against my skin till it was under the front of my bra. "Please don’t", I said as I began to cry. Ryan started forcing the then material of my bra against the cold sharp blade of his knife.

"NO!" I screamed as his knife pushed the front of my bra from my body. I could hear the fabric starting to tare. Finally my bra split into two separate pieces. I tried to cover my breast but Ryan punch me in my back knocking the breath out of me. He then tore my shredded bra from my body as he moved in front of me and pulled my arms down fully exposing my big breast to the group of you boys. The all cheered as he mauled my breast before forcing the big nipple of each breast into his mouth. I stopped fight back because I knew that it was useless. I just stood there crying as Ryan squeezed each breast and sucked my hard nipples.

Releasing one of my nipples from his mouth’s grasp he got in my face and said, "you like this don’t you slut"? "Please stop", I begged as he turned around to high five each of the boys. He then pushed me to the ground. The black boy handed him some lotion and then I heard Eric say, "fuck that sluts big tits". Ryan quickly got undressed and sat on my chest. His hard cock was hitting my chin as he covered my breast with the lotion.

He said, "Push your big tits together so they’re wrapped around my cock, you bitch". I was crying as I put my hands in my breast pushing them together so that his cock was held tightly between my two large breasts. I was crying so hard that it was nearly impossible for me to beg him not to do this to me as he started pumping his hard cock back and forth in between my breast.

I had never let anyone tits fuck me. I couldn’t believe that this fat kid was fucking my tits and to make matters worst not only were there other boys watching him pump his cock in between my breast but they were also video taping my humiliation. Ryan kept letting out grunts as he pumped back and forth while my large breast hugged his hard cock. He used his hand to squeeze my hard nipples as he pumped. I screamed out in pain as he pinched each nipple.

"Oh shit, I think I’m going to cum on this bitch", Ryan said. "Open up your mouth bitch or I’ll beat the shit out of you".

I begged him; "please stop I swear that I won’t go to the cops. Just please stop". Ryan told me to shut up as he sat there pumping my big breast. "Huh yeah, huh, here I cum bitch", he said. Then he pumped his cock in between my big breast a couple more times. I could see the pre-cum bubbling out of his cock’s head. I was crying so hard that I was unable to fight back as he lifted himself off my chest and moved his cock towards my open mouth. Placing his cock in my mouth he pumped it in and out a couple of times then he let out a laud groan as his cock exploded in my mouth. I almost got sick as his hot salty cum kept shooting out of his cock.

He said, "Swallow it slut. Swallow it or die bitch". I knew that I had no other choice as I closed my eyes and took his cum down my throat with a couple of deep gulps. As I was swallowing his cock let out a couple more hot streams of salty cum into my mouth. He held his cock in place making sure that I swallowed it all. Removing his limp cock from my mouth he said, "you’re one hell of a titts fuck you slut". As he stood up everyone gave him a high five.

Eric stepped forward and began to undress. His hard cock bounced as he pulled his boxers down to his feet. For a kid he had a pretty big dick. This dork’s cock had to be about eight inches long and two inches thick. I said, "Please no, please no more, please Eric". "Shush", he said as he moved towards me. He placed his hands on each of my legs and pulled them apart. He then moved his body in between my long dark muscular legs.

He said, "Look at me Amber" as he ran his hands up my muscular thighs pulling my short skirt up to my waist. I sat there crying trying to cover my large breast as he took Ryan’s knife and slid it under the side of my g-string. "Eric listen you can fuck my tits too if you want but don’t rape me.

Please don’t." I said as he looked around to the other boys. He said, "look at me tease". As soon as I made eye contact with him he smiled at me as he cut my thong from my body exposing my thin shaved line of pubic hair to all the boys. "Please god don’t let this humiliation go on please", I prayed silently as Eric took Ryan’s lotion and rubbed it on my slit and then all over his cock. He leaned over me lining his cock up to my opening with one hand as the other held a handful of my hair.

"Stop trying to cover those big tits of yours bitch or I’ll cut you", he said. I removed my arms from my chest and placed them to the floor. I couldn’t believe that this dork was about to have rape me. I tried to move away but he began pumping his thick cock up my tight little slit. "Oh no, please stop", I said as I sat there crying as he kept pumping his cock deeper and deeper into my body.

"Damn this tease is tight as shit. You guys are going to love fucking this tight cunt", Eric said as he forced even more of his cock into me. "Huh, oh yeah Amber, you’ve got one hell of a tight cunt", Eric said. He once he was able to sink his whole cock deep into me. He started squeezing my breast as he pumped my tan athletic body up and down. I was crying so hard that my breast giggled with my constant sobbing. Eric seemed to enjoy the challenge of catching my big nipples in his mouth as he pumped away in tight slit. "Please stop!" I screamed as Eric’s body kept slapping my body with his slow but deep pumps. He slapped me and told me to shut up. "Huh, huh, huh, damn you are one hell of a fuck Amber", Eric said as he leaned back so his hands could squeeze my breast as he pumped away in me.

I was so humiliated. I couldn’t believe that this skinny zit covered kid was between my long muscular legs with his cock thrusting deep into me forcing my tan body with its big breast to bounce back and forth as the dork fucked me in front of his friends. I noticed that the black boy holding the camera was beating off while he recorded Eric’s dork ass pumping my young athletic body up and down.

"Are you on the pill Amber?" he said. "No, please pull out don’t cum in me", I screamed. He told the other boys to grab my arms and hold me down. As soon as Ryan and the other white boy had my arms pinned down Eric began pumping the shit out of my slit. I mean he was pumping me hard and fast. I heard Ryan call the other white boy Chuck.

He said, "hey Chuck get look at that little thin line of pubic hair she has. I’ve never seen a pussy shaved like that".

Chuck said, "Hell you’ve never seen a pussy besides this bitch’s". All the boys started to laugh except for Eric who was now in his own world as he pumped my slit making my breast giggle with each of his deep thrust. "Amber you’re such a slut. You love teasing all of us young guys don’t you cunt? Huh, huh, oh shit I’m going to cum in you fucking tease", Eric said as his pumps slowed down. I said, "no please!!!!" I tried wiggling free but the other boys just laughed at me as the held me in place. All my wiggling around must have given Eric some pleasure because he was breathing really hard. With a breast in one hand and a handful of my hair in the other he told me to look him in the eyes while he came in me.

As soon as we made I contact I felt his body tense up and let out a laud groan of pleasure then with on last deep pump I felt his cock unleash wave after wave of warm cum into me. I felt warm all over as his cum filled me up. When he was done unleashing his cum in me he laid on top of me till his limp cock popped out of my slit. He then gave me a kiss and said, "guess who just fucked your little tight cunt bitch".

The boys all cheered for Eric as he got removed his skinny body from in between my long dark muscular legs. The one that Ryan called chuck came next. He undressed raised me by my hair to my knees. He laid down in front of me and said, "suck my cock bitch". I decide to do whatever the boys wanted. I wouldn’t fight back anymore; maybe then they would leave me alone. I bent over and took his hard throbbing cock into my mouth. He cupped my dangling breast as my head bounced up and down on hiss cock. Letting go of one of my breast he said, "deeper slut, I want to go deeper down your throat".

He placed his free hand on the back of my head as he began pushing my head down while pumping his hips towards my face. The result was my head bouncing up and down on his cock. My chin kept slapping his hairy ball sack. "Oh shit, I’ve never gotten head before, but damn this feels good. When I cum bitch you better swallow it all or else". I was disgusted that this dork was fucking away at my mouth. These are the types of guys that my boyfriends in High School would beat up. I mean these guys were punk ass dorks. The most have loved using my tan athletic body and my big breast to get off to. I couldn’t believe that they were video taping this.

Chuck said, "oh shit I’m going to cum, I have gotten off in weeks bitch. I’ve been saving it all for tonight." With one hand squeezing my large dangling breast and its big hard nipple forcing itself between his fingers, his other hand still had a handful of my hair. He pulled my head up off his cock so that the head of his cock was just past my lips; then he let out a grunt as he blasted his first wade of warm salty cum into my mouth. He came so much that I just started swallowing gulp after gulp it felt like he would never stop cumming. Streams of hot cum poured from his cock into my mouth as tears ran down my face. I swallowed every last just of his cum has he held his cock in my mouth till it went limp. After what felt like a minute of cumming his cock finally went limp and slide out of my mouth.

Next came the black kid. He handed the camera to Eric and moved towards me. Suddenly he kicked me in the stomach knocking me to the floor. Face down on the floor I felt him pull my hips towards him. I raised to my hands, only to find myself in the doggie style position. After a few missed attempts he finally sunk his long black cock into my little white shave slit. "Oh yeah, that’s bitch. You like having a brother fucking your little white cunt don’t you?" he said as he started really pumping me hard from behind. He was pumping me so hard that my dangling breast with their large cork like nipples kept slapping each other as my body bounced back and forth with his deep pumps.

All the boys were talking about how he was making my ass jiggle because he was pumping me so hard. I felt so humiliated as the black boy fucked me from behind in front of this group of rapist dorks. My little shaved slit was wrapped tightly around his thick black cock. He said, "damn your tight cunt is on hell of a fuck bitch. Get ready because I’m going to pump your little white cunt full of my black cum. I screamed, "no!" He just held of to my hips as he pumped away at me from behind. I tried to move but Ryan put Eric’s gun to my head and told me to take his cum in me like a good little slut. His body kept slapping my ass from behind as he thick black cock sunk deep into my shaved little white slit. I just cried as my dangling breast kept slapping each other and ass kept jiggling.

Then he said, "take this you fucking tease". Holding on to my hips he thrust deep inside of me as Ryan held the gun to my head. I felt his black cock spasm and twitch inside of me as it unloaded his warm cum deep into my body. I collapsed on the floor as he pulled his black snake from my little shave slit. For the rest of the night they all took turns fucking me.

They kept the tape as black mail. Usually after cheerleading practice Eric meets me in the boys’ locker room. He pulls my shorts and my long slowly down my long legs. Then he makes me spread my legs as he forced his cock up me. He’ll pull my sports bra up over my breast so he can suck my large nipples while he fucks me. Then he makes me beg him to cum in me. Then you guessed it he normally unleashed his lava like cum into me. Leaving me naked and abused on the locker room floor.

SCREAM AND CREAM - Rapists plant their evil seed by cuming inside their young rape victims!

Author of this rape story is unknown.

The day started out well for the vacation. It was a beautiful day with the sun playing hide and seek behind the clouds. The temperature was a moderate 87 degrees and climbing as the wind kept up the illusion of keeping everything a little cooler.

Tammy and Ilese left the house in high spirits, especially Tammy. Here husband was in the military and had to leave for a deployment to the Balkan area and left her for three months. She knew he only had one month left to go and was counting down the days, but she had only been to work and home since he had left and she needed a break. When Ilese had called and suggested that they take the train to the beach by Amsterdam, Tammy had readily agreed. All the preparations had been made and now they were off.

Tammy was not an exceptionally superior looking woman, but she could hold her own. She was 5′7" tall with shoulder length brown hair that surrounded a fine boned face. Strikingly dark, brown eyes with long lashes set above a classic Roman nose, a wide generous mouth mounted over a small pointed chin. Her body was set a little bit wider than most women, due to her athletic background. Her broad shoulders helped support her 38Dcup breasts. Her body then sharply angled in a v shape to a small waist before expanding back out to firm muscular hips. The hips then merged into a set of very shapely legs that stopped over small feet. Tammy was proud that she was able to maintain her figure in top shape.

Ilese was as tall as Tammy and resembled Tammy quite a bit. When she and Tammy went out, people always though that they were sisters. Ilese’s body differed in that she was a dancer and was built like one. Tall and slender, Ilese sported long legs and a small butt. Her narrow waist then was topped by 32Bcup breasts with small shoulders. Her hair was also brown but went down to her waist. Ilese’s face was narrower than Tammy’s but with similar features. Ilese had many offers for dates and several admirer’s, but she normally turned them down because she spent so much time teaching and training in formal and modern dance.

The train was long and uneventful. Tammy took a nap while Ilese read a magazine. Ilese then pulled out a cell phone and called to check on her reservations. She had reserved a small suite with two separate bedrooms with an adjoining lounge room. The rooms didn’t cost as much as it was almost the end of the season and the kids were already going back to school. After confirming the reservations she watched as the train slowed and came to another stop.

As the passengers boarded, she watched two men as they carried two small backpacks on the train. Both of them looked to be in their younger twenties, like her and Tammy, casually dressed in jeans and T-shirts. They both appeared to be in good physical condition and looked very passable to her. As they boarded the train they came and placed their baggage diagonally across from where she and Tammy were sitting. Ilese stared at both of their butts and smiled to herself. She always felt she could tell if a man worked to stay in good condition and that was by looking at their butts. Both of them were in fairly good shape from the outline of their pants.

Ilese watched as both of them sat down and then made eye contact with the one facing her. He looked twice and then smiled, Ilese smiled back and gestured for him come over. He leaned over and said something to his friend and then walked over to her.

He introduced himself as Jan to which she responded with her name. They soon fell into deep conversation with each other until Ilese noticed how uncomfortable Jan was kneeling in front of her and talking. He kept changing positions and shifting weight to keep comfortable. Ilese mentioned that she would go with him to his booth and talk to him there and suggested that his friend sit with Tammy. Ilese looked at Tammy and saw that she was still out. Reflecting that Tammy had stayed up very late working on some house projects before leaving, she felt it would be better to leave Tammy alone to sleep some more. Tammy was really out of it and sleeping very well.

In the meantime, Jan went to his friend Ben and told his friend what was going on. He had discovered that Tammy was married but alone with Ilese and that they were going to the same resort hotel he and Ben were going. He then explained the seating situation to Ben. Ben agreed and went to look Tammy over and finish reading his book while Ilese and Jan talked in comfort.

It got darker as nightfall came and Ilese and Jan turned on the reading lights and kept talking. Ben went over to the other booth and sat down across from Tammy. He looked and surveyed what he saw. She was very pretty in an almost Italian kind of way, and was wearing a thin summer blouse that hung loosely over her breasts. He looked further down and saw she had smooth tanned thighs that flowed out of a pair of very loose summer beige summer shorts. One leg was up on a small foot rest protruding from the wall and the other was stretched out under his seat. He looked the leg down till he saw petite feet in beige sandals. He looked further when he saw that her legs were open a little but saw that her shirt was covering her crotch area where her shorts were laying open.

Ben was opportunistic and decided this was an opportunity that he was going to take. Ilese had mentioned that Tammy was a very heavy sleeper, so he decided to test that. Ben first reached out and turned off the reading lamp. Looking around he saw that the next booth up was Ilese and Jan’s and that know one was around. The next stop wouldn’t be for at least another hour and then their stop would be an hour after that.

After checking, Ben leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs out, ‘accidentally touching Tammy’s one leg and moving it much wider. If Tammy didn’t feel it or wake up, he would go further. He watched carefully as Tammy obligingly opened her legs up wider and slunk lower in the seat. Ben nodded in satisfaction and then waited a few minutes to make sure Tammy was settled. Ben leaned back forward and reached out, moving Tammy’s shirt tails up to a better position so he could see her crotch area. Having done that, Ben then carefully lifted and straightened the loose shorts and laid them up, seeing how far they would go. Judging by the extra material, Ben figured he could stick both his hands in there with room to play.

Ben then waited a few more minutes, ensuring that Tammy was indeed still asleep. He then reached out and pulled the shorts open and back till he could see Tammy’s panty covered crotched. She was wearing lacy white full panties and he could see the dark growth of her pussy hairs and the outline of her vaginal lips through them. Ben then reached out and gently moved Tammy’s blouse to one side and down. Carefully undoing one button, Ben was able to expose the swell of Tammy’s breast, showing that she was wearing a matching lace bra. Ben reached forward and carefully traced the soft skin from Tammy’s neck down to her breast, gently swirling around the lace covered nipple while watching Tammy for any sign of waking up.

Tammy’s breathing never changed from its deep, rhythmic rise and fall. Ben kept up the soft touching swirl and watched as Tammy’s nipple started to get hard. Soon he was able to see that she had a nice nipple a little wider around than a pencil eraser capping her large breast. Gently Ben swirled his hand down and then moved to her inner thigh. Carefully he watched her as he swirled his fingers lightly over her skin up to her panty covered pussy, and then he softly stroked his finger over her lips following the slightly wettening crack up and down.

Ben watched as Tammy’s breathing still was slow and steady. He grinned to himself, as he increased the pressure slightly, feeling his finger getting damp from the moisture starting to soak through the panty. Tammy still didn’t move as Ben decided to go further. Gently taking his finger, lifted the elastic of her right leg and carried it over, then taking his middle finger, Ben slowly inserted it in between the swollen, exposed lips of Tammy’s cunt. Ben gently eased it in and then pulled it out, taking his time until his finger was coated with Tammy’s juices and his finger was buried to the third knuckle.

He then carefully pulled it back out as he saw Tammy’s breathing start to change. Carefully he withdrew and laid her underwear back into place. Ben then pulled her shorts and shirt back down and recovered her breast, leaving the one button unbuttoned. Ben then leaned back into his chair watching Tammy through slitted eyelids. Ben sniffed his finger and then tasted it quickly, savouring the tangy flavour of Tammy as he licked his finger clean and then pretended to sleep while Tammy woke up.

Tammy woke up feeling very horny and frustrated. She felt very wet and aroused and wasn’t happy about it. As she opened her eyes, she saw a young man across from her, sleeping with his head back. He was ruggedly attractive but she wasn’t interested. She looked around hearing Ilese’s voice and saw she was talking to someone else. Getting up, Tammy looked at Ilese and got her attention. Ilese broke away from Ben and got up to talk to Tammy.

Ilese explained why she wasn’t sitting with Tammy and told Tammy who Ben was. After the explanation, Tammy was satisfied and content. She went and used the bathroom then went back to her seat. Her arousal had gone away and she was feeling much better.

A few hours later, Tammy and Elise checked into the hotel and then went down to the bar, meeting up with Ben and Jan. Tammy spoke with Ben and found him conversationally gifted and intelligent. She learned that Ben and Jan worked for a pharmaceutical company in Germany and on vacation. As the night grew almost into the early morning, Tammy had lost track of her drinks and grew more and more openly flirtatious with Ben. Soon she found herself, Ilese, Jan and Ben going up to their suite to continue on with the small party.

After arriving to the room, Tammy drank yet another rum and coke, talking and being flirtatious with Ben. She didn’t notice when Ilese and Jan left for Ilese’s bedroom. As she was talking to Ben she kept feeling Ben softly stroking her shoulder and running his hand down her shirt front. Tammy opened her mouth to say something when she stopped. Ben had aroused her and she could feel him rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tammy could feel the lace of her bra softly being driven into the skin of the nipple as her back arched and she moaned.

Ben saw as Tammy closed her eyes and moan softly while he gently manipulated her nipple through the shirt and bra. It was a risk that he took but he figured that she would give in given the amount of alcohol that she had drunk.

She arched her back leaning into the couch as he carefully opened her shirt and started massaging the other breast. With her shirt wide open he could see the smooth expanse of soft skin and as he manipulated first one strap, then the other down her shoulder, always keeping pressure on one of the breasts and keeping her occupied with sensation. Carefully he lowered his right hand and lifted up her shorts. The legs of her shorts were so loose and wide he could slip his hand up her leg with no trouble. Pulling her right short leg up, he again exposed her moist panty covered pussy and started to rub her wet slit softly and gently. Tammy’s eyes remained closed as she lifted her hips up and moved down on the couch trying to catch his elusive finger.

Tammy was lost in sensation as her alcohol dulled mind attempted to scream a warning that was lost in sensation. Tammy felt his finger pushing into her and stopping because of her panties and then swirl around, increasing her arousal.

Ben watched as Tammy moaned and ground her pussy against his finger. He knew that she was gone and that married or not, she was his for the night. He move his other hand down and lifter her underwear to one side and slipped his finger up and down her wet slit. Her buttocks were now half off the edge of the couch and at the perfect height for him as he eased himself down onto his knees and undid his pants.

Pulling out his dick, he noticed that he was already dripping precum out of the tip. His dick was 7 inches long but a full two and three quarters inches around. As he manipulated himself between her legs, he started rubbing her clit with one hand, the other hand he used to pull the underwear tight up the crack of her ass and all the over, totally exposing her vaginal opening. Holding it there, he started to rub the head of his dick against her slit, slowly going deeper, at the same time gently rubbing her clit, keeping her inundated with erotic sensation. Soon he could feel the warm, wet, velvety softness of her as he penetrated further and further into her.

Tammy’s legs opened wider and wider as she moved her heeled sandals further apart to accommodate the wide prick entering into her. Ben felt her tightness as he slowly pulled in and out, carefully going deeper with each stroke. Soon he was buried as far ash could go. Ben let go of her underwear and reached out with both hands, grabbing her breasts, pulling and rolling the hard nipples as he started to stroke in earnest.

Tammy was gone. She felt as Ben started to push in and out and recognized that he was now fucking her. She felt as his wide dick split her open again and again in massive erotic pleasure. His hands were rubbing her breasts increasing her erotic pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him and pounded her heels into his butt. Groaning in ecstasy she began to orgasm.

Ben felt her first convulsions of orgasmic bliss as he started to ram harder into her. She moaned and cried out as she came the first time and the started to come again for the second. Ben let go of her breasts and grabbed her legs by the knees. Trapping them under his arms, he began squeezing her butt cheeks together and running his fingers up the crack of her ass as she cried out again. Slowing down, Ben began to long stroke Tammy, bringing his dick all the way out and then driving it back in as she lay there moaning. As his fingers got wet from her juices, Ben started playing with her anus, slowly rubbing it, getting it wet with her lubrication and then gently slipping his finger slowly into her asshole and then back out. He could feel the ring of muscle convulsing with her excitement as he carefully kept plunging his finger deeper into her ass. He went slow, carefully stretching her ass out bit by bit as he kept slowly fucking her pussy.

Tammy could feel herself orgasm again and again and then she felt Ben’s finger slide into her small asshole. From the alcohol and the arousal, she was relaxed enough where it didn’t hurt her. She had never had more than her husband’s finger up there before and it hurt a little then but she had never allowed him to penetrate her ass with anything else. She never thought that Ben would even try and so relaxed even more as she came yet again.

Ben felt her cum again and as his finger worked itself in and out of her ass. Letting go of her knees, he pushed her legs wider and started to rub her clit again. As she quickly got lost in this sensation, Ben pulled out and moved his dick a little lower and started to push.

Tammy was lost as Ben started to rub her sensitive clit again. The arousal kept building as he expertly manipulated her adding arousal but not letting her come anymore. She didn’t even notice that he had pulled out and had started to penetrate her ass. She felt slow pressure as he entered her but it was so slow that it didn’t hurt as he stretched out her sphincter and began to enter into her ass.

Ben was going in. Her ass was pushing as he slowly kept penetrating into her extremely tight ass. Ben never stopped rubbing her clit as he began to push in and out of her ass. Ben then began moving much faster as he felt her pressure rising and her ass muscles started to convulse.

From the pit of his stomach he felt himself starting to come as he heard Tammy cry out from a massive orgasm. He thrust deep inside Tammy as he poured spurt after spurt of come into her ass. He watched as she moaned and her breasts jiggled from her mini-orgasms that she was experiencing. After that, Tammy passed out cold. She fell into a deep drunken sleep as Ben pulled his dick out of her ass. When it came out, a rush of come came out and splashed onto the carpet.

Ben picked her up and carried her limp body into her bedroom, pulled the covers back on the bed and laid her on it. After undressing her, he then undressed and lowered himself on top of her. He had used her underwear to wipe his dick off, but he was still hard. Moving her legs wide and thrust back inside of her still wet pussy, enjoying the feel of her tightness as he pushed in and out of her. Raising her legs up, he continually slammed into her until he felt himself about to come again. Pulling out, he jerked off the rest of the way, spraying come all over her groin and belly, then Ben put it back inside of her until he felt himself going soft.

Laying down next to Tammy, Ben began tracing her body with his hand, caressing the woman that was his for the night. Thinking about the train ride, Ben began to tickle Tammy’s pussy and clit while he rolled her over. Once he got Tammy onto her belly, Ben pushed apart her ass cheeks and looked at her little brown bud. Wetting his fingers, Ben started to rub her anus, getting the muscles to relax again as he pulled on his rapidly hardening dick with the other hand.

Once he was hard, Ben got up and grabbed some cold cream that was laying on the table and used it to coat Tammy’s asshole. Finished, Ben then spread her cheeks again as he lay down on top of her, slowly easing his weight on to her body and using the weight to push his dick into her ass again. After a few moments, Ben was fully inserted and began to slide in and out again, feeling her tight ass as it sucked and pulled on his dick. Before long, Ben came one last time and pulling back out with a sigh of contentment, Ben rolled over and went to sleep.

When Tammy woke up, she realized with horror that she was naked and sleeping next to a man that wasn’t her husband. She lay in bed and closed her eyes as she remembered the night before. She remembered almost everything, including getting it up the one place she didn’t even allow her husband to go.

Rolling out of bed, she quickly went into the bathroom to verify what she knew she had done. Sobbing quietly, she ran her hands over the dried, stiff feel of semen on her belly and pubic hair. Reaching behind, she could feel the same coming from her sore ass crack and down part of her ass cheek. Tammy felt sick as she felt the evidence of what she had allowed herself to do. She quickly jumped into the shower and washed herself scrubbing furiously as her tears mixed with water from the showerhead.

Coming back into the bedroom, she quickly got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, then woke up Ben. She firmly told him what a mistake she had made and that this was the first and last time it would happen. Tearfully she told him how she loved her husband and that she had made a terrible mistake.

Ben nodded and explained to her that if that was what she had wanted, then he could go along with that, but he wished to remain her friend for the duration of their stay in Amsterdam. Tammy agreed that it would be fine for that but made sure that he understood that what had happened would not ever happen again. Tammy again vowed to herself that she would not make that mistake again, drunk or not.

Later that morning, after Ben and Jan had left, Ilese looked questioningly at Tammy. She knew that something had happened the previous night between Ben and Tammy. It was obvious as to what had happened because she had heard Tammy crying out in the throes of physical pleasure. She knew how Tammy had felt about her husband, but she thought that Tammy had control of the situation. Now as she sat across from Tammy, she looked into the red, puffy eyes of a woman tormented by her own private demon of guilt and anguish.

Between questioning Tammy and remembering what had transpired the night before, Ilese came to the conclusion that Tammy had been drunk, lonely and unhappy with the lengthy absence of her husband. She consoled Tammy and told her that it may not have been right, but it was natural what had happened and that if it was any consolation, no one would know unless Tammy told it herself. Her husband didn’t have to know at all.

Tammy nodded her head but still felt miserable. She was always honest with her husband about everything and didn’t hide things from him. Having this event on her mind would not be easy. Hiding it from her husband would be even worse. She decided that she would figure out what to do after the vacation trip was over and she had time to think more about it in private. Having made that decision, both Tammy and Ilese went out for some shopping and fun.

That night when they returned to the hotel, it was already starting to fill with regulars for the bar/dance club that was housed at the hotel. Seeing an opportunity for some fun and to take her mind off of the events of the previous night, Tammy and Ilese dressed up and went out to enjoy the night time revelries.

Tammy had on a knee length, black skirt with a matching black, short sleeve blouse, black sheer hose and a pair of medium tall heels. Ilese went in a more daring figure hugging, blue mini dress and a pair of heeled sandals.

As they came down the stairs they met with Ben and Jan, who both whistled in appreciation. Ben took Tammy’s arm and quietly whispered in her ear that if she just wanted fun and nothing else, to stay by him and he would make sure nothing else happened. Tammy nodded in assent and then proceeded down into the bar after Ilese and Jan.

Soon all four were caught up in the moment of dancing, drinking and having a good time. Ben watched Tammy as she danced with Ilese and Jan, but never himself danced with her. Every time she came back to the table, her drink was always fresh and full. Tammy didn’t pay attention as she quickly became intoxicated. Ben watched heras she started to slow down and kept fanning her face, trying to cool down and drinking the high octane drinks that he had specially ordered for her. Soon it became apparent that she was extremely intoxicated.

Jan and Ilese had decided to go back upstairs and Ben holding a very drunk Tammy followed after. When they made it back to the suite, Jan and Ilese had already disappeared into Ilese’s bedroom. Ben helped Tammy onto the couch and then went to mix a drink for her. Knowing that she was extremely intoxicated, he made a small vodka delight and slipped in a small pill. The pill was a mild sedative that of itself, would only make someone slightly drowsy, but in Tammy’s condition, would knock her out to the world for at least four hours. Ben gave Tammy the drink.

Tammy was very thirsty and hot still from the dancing that she had done. She also had realized that she was very drunk and decided that before anything went on, she would go to bed once she finished the drink. Receiving the drink, Tammy quickly downed the contents and then announced that she was going to bed. Getting up, she went to the bathroom and then quickly and messily undressed. Afterwards Tammy collapsed on the bed and waited until sleep claimed her. It wasn’t long.

Ben waited until Tammy went to bed and then left the suite, leaving the door unlocked. he decided that he would try some things that he had always wanted to before and never had the chance to do with a willing partner. Now that he had Tammy, he figured it was the opportune time to try his desires. Going to the sex shop adjacent the hotel, Ben made a few purchases and then returned back to the suite. Ben quickly locked the door to Tammy’s room and then went to work.

Ben first approached Tammy, lying on the bed, reached out and pinched her on the inside of her upper arm. Reaching out further, Ben pulled the blanket off of Tammy and then pinched the inside of her thigh, right next to her crotch. Still no response. Satisfied that Tammy was out for a while, Ben reached out and took Tammy’s panties and pulled them off of her sleeping form. Tammy only wore panties to bed, which made Ben’s work much less. Reaching into his bag of purchases, Ben pulled out black fishnet thigh high stockings and pulled them onto Tammy’s legs, after which he then placed a fishnet teddy, which ended in a g-string and manipulated that onto Tammy. Ben then put Tammy’s heels back on her feet.

Now Ben was ready for step two. He reached out and positioned Tammy so that she was on her back in the cent of the bed. Taking one leg, Ben quickly tied Tammy’s left ankle to her left thigh. Ben then did the same thing to her right thigh and then stuck the pillow under the small of her back. Ben then ties Tammy’s arms out to the corners of the bed. Once he was done, Ben quickly undressed. Kneeling down on the bed, Ben raised her bound legs up spread them out as he began to lick furiously at the exposed slit. Working his way up and down, Ben tasted the inside of Tammy as her body responded while her mind remained unconscious. As her pussy got wetter, Ben chuckled and got back up.

Going to the bag, Ben pulled out some extra lubrication and a large vibrator. Checking to make sure it worked, he grinned savagely when the vibrator immediately started to hum. Ben grabbed the last bit of rope and tied Tammy’s legs wide open and then began to generously lube up Tammy’s two exposed holes. Once he was done, Ben gently slid the vibrator into Tammy’s cunt and then pulled the fishnet stocking over it to hold it in place. He then positioned himself at Tammy’s ass moving the string over enough to get his dick at her brown pucker hole. Ben thrust in slowly and felt resistance as he first started the push, but felt her muscle give way as he began sliding into Tammy’s well lubed as. He sighed as he felt her velvety walls gripping his dick.

Ben then turned on the vibrator and began to push, driving himself in and out of her as the vibrator massaged her pussy and his dick at the same time. Ben felt like his dick was on fire as he began to pick up the pace and rammed his dick in and out of Tammy. He watched as her breasts jiggled from the impact under the fishnet, he moaned as he felt the fishnet stockings covering over her legs as he grabbed the heels of her shoes and pulled himself in deeper. Over and over Ben thrust inside of Tammy until he finally couldn’t take it any more and began to come. Deep inside her bowels, Ben came again and again, revelling in the stolen delights of Tammy’s body.

Ben then pulled out and watched as Tammy’s ass started to ooze cum from the distended hole. Ben was still hard and it felt like he almost didn’t cum. Ben pulled the large vibrator out of Tammy’s cunt and looked at it, comparing it to his own. It was much larger, extending out to a full 10 inches long and 4 and a quarter inches around.

He looked back at Tammy’s ass and decided to go for it. Placing the vibrator at the tip of her still slightly open anus, Ben slowly began pushing the vibrator in until it was fully inserted into her ass. Looking at that little asshole fully distended, it looked like it was stretched to the fullest it would ever go. Ben then turned on the vibrator and then pushed himself into Tammy’s cunt. Feeling the vibrating sensation from under his balls as he was fucking Tammy was an awesome sensation.

Especially when he saw that Tammy was responding, even if drugged, drunk and asleep. Ben watched Tammy as she began to rapidly and raggedly breathe as he pummeled her cunt with his dick. Bouncing in and out as hard and fast as he could he watched as her mouth opened up and she cried out and came. He could feel Tammy’s pussy get incredibly wet as her muscles convulsed around the vibrator and his dick. Feeling her come set him off and Ben shot another load, this time deep into Tammy’s womb.

Exhausted from the two sessions, Ben pulled back out and then reached to Tammy’s ass and turned off the vibrator. Pulling that out, he could see dark stains of shit on it as he held it into the light. Ben then looked at the holes that he had violated, noting that both of them were leaking cum and that both of them still gaped open from the extended use. He looked up at Tammy’s face, but she had never woken up through the orgasm that she had experienced. Shrugging, Ben got and untied her from the bed and herself.

Leaving on the bed, Ben went to the bathroom and cleaned the shit of the vibrator and then brought it back to her. Opening her legs back up one more time, Ben inserted the vibrator back into her still dripping pussy and pulled the fishnet crotch back over it holding it in place, but leaving the toy off. Ben then covered her up in the blanket and left with the rest of the tell tale things and locked the door behind as he left the suite.

Tamy woke up feeling very stuffed and extremely horny and sore. As she moaned her need she reached between her legs and felt the vibrator and accidentally turned it on. The resultant rush of sensation inundated her as she began to orgasm on the vibrator. Pulling her legs up she cried out as the pressure from her bladder released from her loss of control. Peeing uncontrollably and having an orgasm, Tammy shuddered and moaned cried out before she finally got the vibrator out of her.

Laying back on the bed now and fully awake, she looked around in shock as she saw clothes she didn’t recognize on her body and the large vibrator laying in a pool of her piss and spend. Tammy quickly got up and began cleaning everything up. She knew they were checking out of the hotel that afternoon so she quickly grabbed the bed clothes and put them into the shower and washed them down to get the urine out and then began stripping out of the clothes.

Throwing the wet clothes in and then herself climbing in the shower, Tammy washed herself, the clothes and linen and then hung everything out to dry. Tammy quickly got dressed, noting that her ass was extremely sore as well as her pussy. She knew that something had happened as evidenced by the clothing and other things but she couldn’t remember what. Vowing never to drink again, Tammy cleaned up the rest of her mess and then packed her clothes. Tammy then pulled her hair dryer out and air dried the sheets and the lingerie. finishing that she piled the sheets on the floor and put the lingerie with the rest of her stuff along with the vibrator.

After waking Ilese and getting Jan out of the room, Tammy and Ilese packed and checked out of the hotel. On the train ride back, Tammy told Ilese what had happened, omitting the urination, and then cried again.