Rape Stories.

From the victim’s point of view:

She was sleeping soundly when, suddenly, a large hand clamped down over her mouth and something cold and metallic was pressed against her throat. She awoke surprised and confused. When she saw the outline of a man above her in the unlit room she tried to scream and struggle but his hand muffled the sound and, then she heard him say, “Be quiet and still or I will cut your throat.” My God! She thought to herself. The object at her throat was a KNIFE! She froze in terror, not daring to move a muscle.

“That’s better,” he told her. “I’m going to take away my hand and turn on the light. You are to keep still and quiet, and keep your eyes closed. Is that clear?”

Beginning to tremble, she nodded. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She was a prisoner in her own home, her own bed! A stranger had taken complete control of her, rendered her powerless!

He turned on the table lamp by the bed and she kept her eyes shut as he had directed. Duct tape was placed over her eyes rendering her blind, presumably so that she couldn’t identify him later. As much as the blindness terrified her, it also gave her some hope. If he was concerned about her not being able to identify him, maybe that meant that he did NOT intend to kill her!

Next he took hold of the covers and peeled them away. The woman stiffened but dared not move or make a sound as he surveyed her shapely body clad only in a short nightie and skimpy panties, her bare legs quivering with fear.

“P-please!” she whispered through dry lips. “Please don —-!”

SMACK! He slapped her across the mouth. Her head whipped aside, she tasted her own blood, and lay there in shock and surprise. No one had ever slapped her face before. It humiliated her as much as it caused her pain. She wanted to reach up and touch her throbbing mouth but the knife at her throat caused her to remain still.

“I told you to keep quiet,” he reminded her sternly.

She made no more sound.

Reaching down, he slowly pulled up the nightie until it was gathered beneath her armpits and her breasts were exposed. She was lying there completely exposed in front of this stranger. She could feel his obscene gaze traveling up and down her torso, powerless to do anything about it. Next he slid the panties down to her knees, ordered her to raise them, then removed the tiny garment completely and, commanding her to keep the knees up, he told her to part her legs. Now sobbing and clawing at the sheet with her hands, she obeyed. She knew she was about to be raped and that there was nothing she could do about it. She had never felt so helpless in her entire life and the fact that it was going to happen in her own home, in her own bed, made it all that more terrible.

“I’m going to take away the knife,” he told her. “But I still have it, so lie still and behave yourself. Do you understand that?”

She nodded.

WHAP! He slapped her again and growled, “Show some respect! Answer aloud!”

“Y-yes!” she murmured. “I understand.”

She was confused. A moment ago he had slapped her for speaking. Now he slapped her again for not speaking. What did this monster want? Didn’t he realize she would comply with any demand? She just needed to know what they were. “Here are the rules,” he told her as if he had read her thoughts. “If I ask you a question or tell you to say something, you comply. Otherwise you don’t make a peep. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered.

“Of course, I know you really can’t help it,” he went on. She could hear him begin to undress. “Being born female you’ve been hopelessly stupid since birth. Aren’t you ashamed of that? I think you ought to apologize for being so fucking stupid, don’t you?”

God! Surely he really couldn’t expect her to do that! She was a teacher, a college graduate, an intelligent woman!

“I ASKED you a question!” he reminded her sternly when she remained silent.

“I- I’m s-sorry I’m so — so —- st-stupid,” she finally managed to choke out, realizing that she had no option but to obey. She felt humiliated but it was about to get worse!

“You should also be sorry you were born female,” he went on. “If you had been born with a cock and balls instead of a slit between your legs you might be worth something but, as it is, being a cunt, you are nothing but a collection of fuck holes for men to stick their cocks in. Let’s hear you also apologize for being born a cunt.”

“I-I’m sorry I w-was born female,” she complied.

SMACK! Another slap. Why had he hit her again? She had repeated his insulting comment.

Well, not exactly.

“That’s NOT what I told you to say!” he berated her. “Say EXACTLY what I told you!”

“I-I’m s-sorry I was b-b-born a c-c-c-c-cunt!” she obliged nearly gagging on the words.

Though she couldn’t see she could sense his delight at her shame and humiliation.

Lying there with her knees up and her legs spread at his command, she expected to him to mount and enter her momentarily. Instead, however, he reached down, took hold of one of her nipples, began pulling upward, and told her, “On your feet.”

She complied, getting up.

“Raise your arms,” he commanded. She obeyed and he lifted her nightie up and off her, tossing it on the floor. Then he took hold of the breast again telling her, “Come on. Give me a little tour.”

With that, still holding onto the breast, he led her out of the bedroom. Being led around by the breast added to her humiliation. She suspected that this man had had a lot of experience in the degradation of women!

“I am really disappointed in you!” he scolded her as he led her throughout the house. “Look at this pig sty! Clothes not washed, dishes in the sink. Doesn’t it ever occur to you that unexpected guests like myself might drop in? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered once again. She couldn’t believe she was actually apologizing to her rapist for not having her home neat enough to please him! Was there no end to the shame to which this monster would subject her?

“Where do you keep your liquor?” he asked her.

“I d-don’t have any,” she told him.

He pinched her nipple. She whimpered as pain shot throughout her entire upper torso.

“God, but you are one shitty hostess!” he yelled. “You don’t even keep any hooch around for your guests? I might just as well cut your worthless throat and drop in on some other dumb cunt, one who can offer me a drink!”

“P-please!” she begged as new terror filled her heart. “Please don’t kill me!”

“What are you willing to do to make up for pissing me off?” he asked.

“Anything!” she professed.

“How good are you at sucking cock?” he asked.

“I’ll be good for you,” she replied. “I PROMISE I will!”

“Down on your knees,” he commanded. “And let’s see.”

Obediently, she sank to her knees. He placed the blade of the knife against her left cheek just below her ear and she shuddered in fear.

“Tell you what I’m going to do,” he told her. “I probably won’t kill you if you do badly at this after all. I still want to fuck you and I’m not into necrophilia. However, you don’t need both ears to be fucked. If this blowjob isn’t the best I’ve ever had, I’ll slice off an ear. Do we understand each other?”

“Y-yes,” she murmured as she started to cry.

“No tears!” he shouted. “Dry it up NOW!”

Obediently, she choked back her sobs.

“Open up,” he commanded. “And I expect you to swallow every drop.”

She complied and he shoved his hard cock in all the way to the back of her throat. Not wanting her ear severed, she did everything she could think of to make the blowjob pleasing to him. She licked and sucked his organ as if it was that of someone with whom she was passionately in love. She thought of reaching up and stroking and fondling his testicles as she sucked but hesitated for a moment not certain whether or not she would be punished for it. Finally, however, she did it. He rubbed the knife blade against her cheek just to remind her what was at stake —— as if she needed any reminder! A little shiver of terror passed through her. Finally he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face tightly against his groin as he shot his load. She had always hated the taste of cum and on the occasions in which she had sucked the cocks of lovers, she still had refused to swallow or let them cum while still in her mouth. There was no refusing this man, though, and when he began ejecting his male fluid she dutifully swallowed each glob which was pumped into her mouth and down her throat. When he finished and withdrew he wiped the last drop off onto her cheek. She was afraid to wipe it off. Just then the knife was placed, once again, against the base of her ear. She whimpered. Her heart stopped. She hardly dared to breath. Finally he removed the weapon and told her, “You get to keep your ear —– for now.”

“Thank you,” she replied in a small, humble voice, this time not having to be commanded to express gratitude.

He put her on her feet and took her into the living room, stood her in front of the couch, and sat down upon it.

“You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she lied, anticipating what he wanted to hear. She knew she had to do and say anything he wished if she was to survive this ordeal intact.

“Of course you did,” he went on. “All bitches like sucking cock when they are MADE to do it. It’s in your female genes. It turns you on a lot more when a man treats you like you were meant to be treated, FORCING you to do what he wants rather than asking and begging. Bet you can’t wait to be fucked by me, can you?”

God, what sexist bullshit, she thought to herself! Did he actually think being dominated, shamed, and terrified turned her on?

But all she said was, “No.”

“Open up your pussy for me,” he commanded.

She blushed. He was ordering her to exhibit herself like some sort of newly purchased cow! She complied, though. She reached down and used her fingers to open up her lower lips.

“It doesn’t look very wet to me,” he remarked. “I don’t like fucking dry cunts. Get it ready for me while I get myself hard again.

It just kept getting worse! He was actually demanding that she lubricate herself for him —- as if it was something she owed him! As always, though, she obeyed. Putting a finger inside herself she started stroking herself in front of him and she was desperately thinking of every erotic thought she could conjure up, not believing that she was actually standing there naked in her own living room preparing herself for her own rape on the command of the man who would perform that rape! In a way, she was grateful for the tape over her eyes. She could only imagine the look of sadistic pleasure on his face as he witnessed her embarrassment.

Finally, he stood up and, without warning, pulled her hand away and shoved two of his own fingers inside her then began probing and exploring. She winced in pain then turned her head away in shame!

“Not bad,” he observed. “But I still like the cunts I stick my cock into to be a bit wetter. Guess I’ll have to grease you up some.”

Grease her up? God, what did he have in mind for her?

Removing the fingers, he grabbed her tit again and began walking her again. She couldn’t see but knew her home well enough to know he was taking her into the kitchen. She heard the refrigerator door being opened, then he remarked, “This should do.” She wondered to what he was referring as he walked her over to the kitchen table and put her on it on her back, her legs dangling over the side. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. She did as she had been told and, to her shock and surprise, felt something being inserted into her cunt then something cold was squeezed into her most feminine area. From the smell she know it was mustard. He was filling her vagina with mustard! Then he shoved his cock inside and began pounding, the mustard gushing out from around his cock each time he thrust forward!

He pounded her mercilessly, battering her pelvic area. With each thrust, her small body shook and bounced. She had to bite down on her lower lip in order to keep from crying out in pain. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire! He also mauled her breasts something awful, squeezing, pinching, twisting, and biting. It was like nothing she had ever experienced! There was pain and fear and humiliation! ——– And she had mustard oozing out of her cunt! When finally he shot his load into her and withdrew, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

“Look at the mess you’ve made!” he shouted at her indicating the mustard, cum, and blood on his cock and the floor. “Get down and lick it all up!”

Obediently she dropped to her knees and, when he shoved his groin into her face she used her tongue to clean his organ. She nearly gagged at the mixed tastes of cum, blood, pussy juices, and mustard but she completed her task. Then, still gripping her by a fistful of hair, he moved her face from place to place as she licked up globs from the floor. She couldn’t see. He would just put her face to the floor and she would start licking. When that glob was licked up, he would move her to another. She felt degraded, sub human!

Suddenly he kicked her hard in the posterior. Why? What had she done? Too terrified to cry out, she whimpered.

When she had swallowed the last of the mess, he made her stand once again and declared that it was time for bed.

Bed? He was going to stay there through the night!

He led her back into the bedroom. Her wrists were tied behind her back with a scarf. Another was tied around her neck and she was secured to the bed with the opposite end. “Wouldn’t want you to try slipping out or taking the tape off your eyes while I sleep,” he told her. He then spent the night with her. Three times during the night he woke up with a hard on and fucked her. Each time, he gave her no warning and said not a word to her. He just rolled over on top of her and did her. Once he had gotten his rocks off and was done with her, he just turned over and went back to sleep. She lay there in misery, unable to sleep, her body racked with pain, wondering when he would decide to roll over and rape her yet again, taking her as if she were just a mindless slab of meat.

He slept well, though, as she could tell from his snoring, secure in the knowledge that his victim was tethered at his side, available for use whenever he might wake up and feel like partaking of her! The following morning, upon waking, he got up, untied his prisoner, checked the tape over her eyes to make sure it was still secure, then hauled her to her feet and led her by the tit again into the bathroom.

“I have to pee,” he told her. “Hold my cock.”

Then he placed it into her hand. She tried to do her best but, since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t aim correctly and some of his urine splashed onto the floor and toilet seat.

“You fucking clumsy whore!” he bellowed as he slapped her yet again. “You can’t even hit a toilet!”

“I-I’m sorry!” she apologized. How pathetic she sounded, apologizing for splashing his pee on her toilet seat.

What he did next, however, thrust her down into new depths of debasement. He ordered her to her knees, shoved her face down into the splashes of pee, and commanded her to lick them up and swallow them! She silently told herself to refuse, to let him hurt, even kill her, to retain some measure of dignity! Hating herself for her cowardice, however, she dutifully licked up his foul tasting urine.

“Please,” she begged feeling the pressure in her own bladder and not wanting to give him another excuse to punish her by having an accident later. “May I go?”

“Do it quick,” he told her.

She started to sit on the toilet but he made her do it in the tub standing up. Was there no end to the humiliation he would heap upon her, she thought as her warm pee gushed down the insides of her legs and onto the bottom of the tub? When she was finished he made her get down on her hands and knees and lick it up and didn’t permit her to wipe, leaving her bottom and legs wet. She knew she would never feel clean again!

He fixed himself breakfast from the things she had in her frig, giving her nothing. She didn’t care, though. She was far too terrified and ashamed to be hungry. She WAS thirsty, however, and realizing that dehydration would only add to her agony. Therefore, as much as she hated asking him for anything, she asked if she could please have some water. He let her ——- after she begged! She suspected he would think of some way to make it another exercise in humiliation and she was right. He poured it in a bowl and put it on the floor making her lap it up using her mouth like a dog, a BITCH! After that, he bent her over the kitchen table face down. She knew what he was planning to do and tried to relax her anus as much as possible. He used no lubrication t and plowed into her dry. The pain was UNBELIEVABLE! She felt as if she were being ripped apart as he raped her ass! In spite of herself, she shrieked in agony (for which he beat her ass until it was red as a beet!). When he was done he took something from his pocket and pressed it against her cheek.

“Feel that, bitch?” he asked. “That’s a badge. I’m a cop. You report this I’ll know about it. Hell, you might get really unlucky and I might be the one you report it to! Do that and you’ve just committed suicide. You understand that?”

“I won’t tell anyone!” she declared. “I swear to God I won’t!” Even without his threats she would be much too embarrassed to ever relate to anyone the things he had done to her and forced her to do!

“Good girl,” he replied. Then he took her over to the window, made her get down on her knees so that her head was below the sill, and ordered her to place the palms of both hands on the glass.

“I’m leaving now,” he told her. “If I look back and don’t see those hands there or I see your head peeking out trying to get a look at me, I’ll come back here and kill you. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I won’t move. I promise.”

The woman remained there at the window until she was certain he was really gone. Then she took the tape from her eyes, curled up into a terrified ball on the floor, and sobbed for hours. Shortly there after she quit her job, sold her house, and moved to another state. She never told anyone about the rape, however. She believed his threat to kill her and, even in her new location, was never completely certain he couldn’t track her down and terminate her life. For the rest of her days she lived in fear and her dreams were haunted by that one terrible night!

FORCED FUCKERS - Young girls raped.

Author of this rape story is: Master of female slaves.

From the rapist’s point of view:

He had always considered rape an art form with the rapist as artist and the woman the subject (albeit an unwilling one). Now, all rapists have their preferences just as every artist has his favorite medium. For him, doing the bitch in her own home, in her own bed was always the most satisfying. It added to her feeling of violation and vulnerability. It also helped keep her quiet about it afterward. It gave credence to his threat to come back and kill her if she told anyone. After all, could she be ABSOLUTELY sure he would be caught? And he DID know where she lived and how to get in!

He had been watching this particular subject for some time, knew her comings and goings and when she was most likely to be asleep in bed. He had even gotten into the house a few times when she had been gone just to be certain he could do it without being detected by the neighbors and to familiarize himself with its layout in the dark.

Now, the time had come. He was in her bedroom standing by her bed in which her sleeping form lie on her back, the covers pulled up to her chin, her bare, slender arms on top of the covers. Taking the knife from his pocket, he pressed it against her bare throat as at the same time he thrust his hand down over her mouth. She awoke surprised and confused. When she saw the outline of a man above her in the unlit room she tried to scream and struggle but his hand muffled the sound and, when he made her aware of the knife blade against her flesh and told her, “Be quiet and still or I will cut your throat,” she quieted down and let her arms lie limply by her sides where they had been.

“That’s better,” he told her. “I’m going to take away my hand and turn on the light. You are to keep still and quiet, and keep your eyes closed. Is that clear?”

Beginning to tremble, she nodded. He smiled. Step one had been completed. He had established TOTAL control of the situation and rendered her completely powerless.

He turned on the table lamp by the bed. Her eyes were closed as he had commanded. Taking a roll of duct tape from his pocket, he taped them so that they would remain that way. Next he took hold of the covers and peeled them away. The woman stiffened but dared not move or make a sound as he surveyed her shapely body clad only in a short nightie and skimpy panties, her bare legs quivering with fear.

“P-please!” she whispered through dry lips. “Please don —-!”

SMACK! He slapped her across the mouth. Her head whipped aside and the shocked look on her face delighted him. He LOVED slapping bitches! It had a lot more effect than just the pain it inflicted. They always looked SO surprised, like ‘how DARE’ anyone have the impudence to do that!

“I told you to keep quiet,” he reminded her sternly.

She made no more sound.

Reaching down, he slowly pulled up the nightie until it was gathered beneath her armpits and her magnificent tits were exposed. Next he slid the panties down to her knees, ordered her to raise them, then removed the tiny garment completely and, commanding her to keep the knees up, he told her to part her legs. Now sobbing and clawing at the sheet with her hands, she obeyed. God, the power he felt! It made him slightly giddy and made his cock swell!

“I’m going to take away the knife,” he told her. “But I still have it, so lie still and behave yourself. Do you understand that?”

She nodded.

WHAP! He slapped her again and growled, “Show some respect! Answer aloud!”

“Y-yes!” she murmured. “I understand.”

The cunt was confused. A moment ago he had slapped her for making a sound. Now he had just slapped her for not doing so. Good! Next to pain and fear, confusion and disorientation were the most useful tools for keeping a cunt in line.

“Here are the rules,” he told her. “If I ask you a question or tell you to say something, you comply. Otherwise you don’t make a peep. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered.

“Of course, I know you really can’t help it,” he went on as he began to undress. “Being born female you’ve been hopelessly stupid since birth. Aren’t you ashamed of that? I think you ought to apologize for being so fucking stupid, don’t you?”

Now, most people think rape is just about fucking and that IS all the amateur cares about. But, in reality, to the true artist, it is about power, control, and humiliation of the subject as much as the actual sexual act. He knew she was a teacher and had a college degree. How humiliating this must be for her. He LOVED it!

At first she made no reply.

“I ASKED you a question!” he reminded her sternly.

“I- I’m s-sorry I’m so — so —- st-stupid,” she finally managed to choke out.

“You should also be sorry you were born female,” he went on. “If you had been born with a cock and balls instead of a slit between your legs you might be worth something but, as it is, being a cunt, you are nothing but a collection of fuck holes for men to stick their cocks in. Let’s hear you also apologize for being born a cunt.”

“I-I’m sorry I w-was born female,” she complied.

SMACK! Another slap. God, how he loved slapping bitches around!

“That’s NOT what I told you to say!” he berated her. “Say EXACTLY what I told you!”

“I-I’m s-sorry I was b-b-born a c-c-c-c-cunt!” she obliged.

He could sense her shame and humiliation. PERFECT!

Lying there with her knees up and her legs spread at his command, she expected to be fucked momentarily, he knew. That wasn’t his style, though. He liked to drag it out, prolong her anxiety. Now naked himself, he reached down, took hold of one of her nipples, began pulling upward, and told her, “On your feet.”

She complied, getting up.

“Raise your arms,” he commanded. She obeyed and he lifted her nightie up and off her, tossing it on the floor. Then he took hold of the breast again telling her, “Come on. Give me a little tour.”

With that, still holding onto the breast, he led her out of the bedroom. He liked leading captive sluts around by the tit. It was much more degrading to them then being led by the wrist or even the hair. In addition, if she started to get out of line, a good, hard pinch was EXTREMELY useful in making her straighten up.

“I am really disappointed in you!” he scolded her as he led her throughout the house. “Look at this pig sty! Clothes not washed, dishes in the sink. Doesn’t it ever occur to you that unexpected guests like myself might drop in? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered once again. How humiliated she must be apologizing to her rapist for not having her home neat enough to please him!

“Where do you keep your liquor?” he asked her.

“I d-don’t have any,” she told him.

He pinched her nipple. She whimpered in pain.

“God, but you are one shitty hostess!” he yelled. “You don’t even keep any hooch around for your guests? I might just as well cut your worthless throat and drop in on some other dumb cunt, one who can offer me a drink!”

“P-please!” she begged. “Please don’t kill me!”

“What are you willing to do to make up for pissing me off?” he asked.

“Anything!” she professed.

“How good are you at sucking cock?” he asked.

“I’ll be good for you,” she replied. “I PROMISE I will!”

“Down on your knees,” he commanded. “And let’s see.”

Obediently, she sank to her knees. He placed the blade of the knife against her left cheek just below her ear. Her shudder of fear pleased him.

“Tell you what I’m going to do,” he told her. “I probably won’t kill you if you do badly at this after all. I still want to fuck you and I’m not into necrophilia. However, you don’t need both ears to be fucked. If this blowjob isn’t the best I’ve ever had, I’ll slice off an ear. Do we understand each other?”

“Y-yes,” she murmured as she started to cry.

“No tears!” he shouted. “Dry it up NOW!”

He really didn’t mind her crying. As a matter of fact, he liked seeing sluts cry. It showed their weakness and how terrified they were of him. In this case, however, he didn’t want moisture loosening the tape over her eyes. Obediently, she choked back her sobs.

“Open up,” he commanded. “And I expect you to swallow every drop.”

She complied and he shoved his hard cock in all the way to the back of her throat. He had to admit that the cunt really put her heart into it. She licked and sucked like a pro. After a moment’s hesitation, not certain whether or not she would be punished for it, she even reached up and began fondling and stroking his hairy balls as she sucked. Looking down at her, on her knees, orally worshipping his cock, trembling, he felt like a god! He rubbed the knife blade against her cheek just to remind her what was at stake and was highly satisfied at the little shiver of terror which passed through her. Finally he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face tightly against his groin as he shot his load. She dutifully swallowed each glob which was pumped into her mouth and down her throat. When he finished and withdrew he wiped the last drop off onto her cheek. She was afraid to wipe it off. Just to torment her a bit further, he put the knife against the base of her ear. She whimpered. He said and did nothing, enjoying her agony. Finally he removed the weapon and told her, “You get to keep your ear —– for now.”

“Thank you,” she replied in a small, humble voice, this time not having to be commanded to express gratitude.

He put her on her feet and took her into the living room, stood her in front of the couch, and sat down upon it.

“You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she lied, anticipating what he wanted to hear.

“Of course you did,” he went on. “All bitches like sucking cock when they are MADE to do it. It’s in your female genes. It turns you on a lot more when a man treats you like you were meant to be treated, FORCING you to do what he wants rather than asking and begging. Bet you can’t wait to be fucked by me, can you?”

“No,” she dutifully replied.

“Open up your pussy for me,” he commanded.

Blushing, she reached down and used her fingers to open up her lower lips.

“It doesn’t look very wet to me,” he remarked. “I don’t like fucking dry cunts. Get it ready for me while I get myself hard again.”

He started stroking his cock as he watched her finger fuck herself in front of him. The shame and humiliation he knew she was experiencing helped him get hard that much faster. As for the woman, she was desperately thinking of every erotic thought she could conjure up, not believing that she was actually standing there naked in her own living room preparing herself for her own rape on the command of the man who would perform that rape!

Finally, he stood up and, without warning, pulled her hand away and shoved two of his own fingers inside her then began probing and exploring. “Not bad,” he observed. “But I still like the cunts I stick my cock into to be a bit wetter. Guess I’ll have to grease you up some.” Removing the fingers, he grabbed her tit again and walked her into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he surveyed its contents then remarked, “This should do.” With that, he removed a plastic squirt bottle of mustard. Then he walked her over to the kitchen table and put her on it on her back, her legs dangling over the side. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. She did as she had been told and, to her shock and surprise, had the end of the bottle inserted into her cunt and its cold contents squeezed into her most feminine area. When the bottle was empty and mustard oozing from her cunt, he shoved his cock inside and began pounding, the mustard gushing out from around his cock each time he thrust forward!

He raped her mercilessly, battering her pelvic area. With each thrust, her small body shook and bounced. She had to bite down on her lower lip in order to keep from crying out in pain. He also mauled her breasts something awful, squeezing, pinching, twisting, and biting. When finally he shot his load into her and withdrew, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

“Look at the mess you’ve made!” he shouted at her indicating the mustard, cum, and blood on his cock and the floor. “Get down and lick it all up!”

Obediently she used her tongue to clean his organ then, still gripping her by a fistful of hair, he moved her face from place to place as she licked up globs from the floor. The sight of his naked victim down on her hands and knees licking gunk up from the floor made him surge with a feeling of power. Just for the fun of it he gave her a good hard kick in the ass. Too terrified to cry out, she whimpered.

When she had swallowed the last of the mess, he made her stand once again and declared that it was time for bed. Leading her back into the bedroom, he took some scarves from the drawer. With one he tied her wrists behind her back. With others he formed a crude leash around her neck and secured her to the bed with the opposite end. “Wouldn’t want you to try slipping out or taking the tape off your eyes while I sleep,” he told her. He then spent the night with her. Three times during the night he woke up with a hard on and fucked her. Each time, he gave her no warning and said not a word to her. He just rolled over on top of her and did her. Once he had gotten his rocks off and was done with her, he just turned over and went back to sleep. She was of no more interest to him.

He slept well even though his victim slept not a wink throughout the night (something which was of absolutely no interest to him!). The following morning, upon waking, he got up, untied his prisoner, checked the tape over her eyes to make sure it was still secure, then hauled her to her feet and led her by the tit again into the bathroom.

“I have to pee,” he told her. “Hold my cock.”

She obeyed but, since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t aim correctly and some of his urine splashed onto the floor and toilet seat.

“You fucking clumsy whore!” he bellowed as he slapped her yet again. “You can’t even hit a toilet!”

“I-I’m sorry!” she apologized pathetically.

He made her lick up the splashes of pee and swallow them. It gave him an idea. Next time he had to pee maybe he would do it in her mouth and down her throat!

“Please,” she begged. “May I go?”

“Do it quick,” he told her.

She started to sit on the toilet but he made her do it in the tub standing up. Then he made her lick it up and didn’t permit her to wipe, leaving her bottom and legs wet. Lord, but what fun it was humiliating this bitch!

He fixed himself breakfast from the things she had in her frig, He gave her nothing, however. Why the fuck should he care how hungry she might be? He did, however, let her drink water ——- after she begged! Then he poured it in a bowl and put it on the floor making her lap it up using her mouth like a real bitch. After that, becoming horny again, he decided to use her one remaining hole. Bending her over the kitchen table he did her up the ass. He considered giving her a break and greasing her up first but decided he really didn’t give a shit and plowed into her dry. She yelped and howled with pain (for which he beat her ass until it was red as a beet!). When he was done he took something from his pocket and pressed it against her cheek.

“Feel that, bitch?” he asked. “That’s a badge. I’m a cop. You report this I’ll know about it. Hell, you might get really unlucky and I might be the one you report it to! Do that and you’ve just committed suicide. You understand that?”

“I won’t tell anyone!” she declared. “I swear to God I won’t!”

“Good girl,” he replied. In reality, the badge was a kid’s toy one but the cunt didn’t know that. He took her over to the window, made her get down on her knees so that her head was below the sill, and ordered her to place the palms of both hands on the glass.

“I’m leaving now,” he told her. “If I look back and don’t see those hands there or I see your head peeking out trying to get a look at me, I’ll come back here and kill you. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I won’t move. I promise.”

How stupid cunts were, he thought to himself as he left. Did she REALLY think he would come back when she might have called the cops and they already on th e way there? The hands remained on the window and her head down, though. She remained an obedient little slut to the end. She had been one of his more enjoyable victims.

The woman remained there at the window until she was certain he was really gone. Then she took the tape from her eyes, curled up into a terrified ball on the floor, and sobbed for hours. Shortly there after she quit her job, sold her house, and moved to another state. She never told anyone about the rape, however. She believed his threat to kill her and, even in her new location, was never completely certain he couldn’t track her down and terminate her life. For the rest of her days she lived in fear and her dreams were haunted by that one terrible night!

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Frank was sitting in the kitchen of his apartment with his wife Jessie sat opposite and his business partners Rick and Tom sat in the other seats.

Frank had  up big time, lost a lot of money in a bad deal and this was supposed to be a clear the air meeting. He was scared shitless of Rick. It was rumoured that Rick had mob connections and had battered to death one of his previous lover’s ex boyfriends with a baseball bat. How true these rumours were, Frank didn’t know, but he sure didn’t want to find out. Rick however, was the only person that Frank could get to lend him money for this deal which went south very quickly.

‘Frankie, Frankie, Frankie’ said Rick in a patronising voice. ‘You’ve fucked up big time and I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you for it’. ‘I want you to shut your mouth and not say a word until I leave coz if you do, Tom here is going to have to shut it for you’. Frank looks over to Tom who to his surprise pulls a metal bar from his coat jacket and lays it on the table without saying a word.

‘I was thinking of just breaking your fingers, that was until I saw what a lovely piece of ass your wife is. She’s managed to change my mind and you can keep your hands in one piece. You see I’m going to punish you by force fucking your missus in the ass instead’. Jessie opens her mouth to protest but is cut off by Frank. ‘Now Jessie, same restrictions apply to you I’m afraid, no talking until I leave’.

Frank’s head is spinning, they’re going to hurt his poor Jessie and he’s going to have to watch and there is nothing he can do. Jessie was still in her work clothes. White blouse, black skirt, which comes to just above her knees. Jessie has a rather slim figure due to her height of 5 ft 10 inches. Her breasts aren’t that large, just a ‘b’ cup, but her ass more than makes up for it. A perfect peach. Jessie has lovely big brown eyes to go with her long flowing brunette hair which comes to half way down her back.

Rick starts to talk again. ‘Jessie, I want you to stand up, remove your skirt and panties, you can leave the blouse on if you wish, do it now’.

Jessie slowly gets up from her chair, trembling as she teeters on her 2” heels. Even though she is tall, she likes to wear shoes which make her taller to make her feel superior to her shorter work colleagues. Her terror however is making it hard to stand up right in the shoes she’s got on.

She is having a hard time trying to undo the buttons on her skirt. Rick doesn’t seem to be in a rush and seems to enjoy her discomfort. After what seems a age to Jessie, she manages to undo the double buttons and the zip comes down easily. She drops her skirt to the floor and gingerly steps to the side.

‘I want you to rip your panties off’ says Rick to Jessie. ‘A few hard yanks should do the trick’. Jessie looks at Rick, then Frank and back to Rick with her eyes pleading for mercy, but the silence was deafening.

She looks down at her knickers. She only bought these knickers last week, cost quite a bit. They’re figure hugging which makes her ass look even better if that’s at all possible. She puts her right hand inside the left leg and pulls hard, but the material is stronger than it looks. She grabs hold with her other hand as well and pulls again and you can hear the material rip, she pulls again, twice, three times and the leg is broke. She puts her hands into the other leg and repeats the same action until she is left holding her panties in her hands which are now visibly shaking.

‘Be a dear and shove you panties into your mouth for me, don’t want you to bring the neighbours running when I’m putting it to you’ says Rick while sporting the biggest grin possible. Jessie complies, but can only stuff half the material into her mouth leaving what looks like a handkerchief drooping out of her sexy mouth.

‘Now then Jessie babe over the table you go, ass up nice and high for me’. Jessie slowly shuffles towards the table and duly bends over showing her peachy ass to Rick who is now stood behind her rubbing his groin area. ‘Spread your ass cheeks, show me that hole’ snarls Rick. Jessie complies immediately, she is totally terrified now and wants to just get it over with. Rick bends down behind Jessie until his nose is nearly pressed into the crevice of Jessie’s ass and then delivers a load of spit directly onto Jessie’s anus causing Jessie to make a high pitch squeal. ‘Need to lube you up just a little, don’t want to hurt my cock too much if I can help it.’ Rick then proceeds to spit half a dozen times into Jessie’s gorgeous asshole, each time accompanied by a quiet squeal from Jessie.

Rick finally stands up and unleashes his manhood from his trousers. Franks looks at it with disbelief. Frank’s own cock is a decent eight inches which is something that Frank has always been proud of and used to boast about it every chance he could get. Rick’s looks about the same length but the girth was something else. It was like, twice the size of Frank’s in that regard. My god, he’s going to kill Jessie with it and there is nothing he can do about it except watch.

‘Right then Jessie, time for a good hard assfuck, normally I would go slow and take my time, but this is not about the sex, this is to punish Frank for being such a dumb fuck that he lost all my money. I’m afraid this is going to hurt, just a little, but be a good little girlie keeps those asscheeks apart and just remember this is all Frank’s fault’.

Frank looks at Jessie and hearing Rick’s taunts feels like he wants to die. He’s right, this is my entire fault and here I am doing nothing. I might as well be dead.

Rick places his massive cock head against Jessie’s anus which gives her a big shock causing her to let go of her cheeks momentarily which then close around the shaft of Rick’s dick. Rick quickly slaps both her ass cheeks very hard. ‘ahhhhh’ goes Jessie as she regains her hold on her buns spreading them again so that only Rick’s helmet is pressed against her asshole. Her panties stuffed into her mouth aren’t going to be good noise blockers. Rick leaves his cock resting on Jessie’s ass while Jessie is nearly going into convulsions with fright. She’s felt his cock now and knows it’s going to destroy her. Reaching forward, Rich takes hold of Jessie’s bra through her blouse with one hand and her hair with the other. He pulls slowly but firmly on her hair causing Jessie’s head to come off the table and arch back. Rick continues pulling on the hair until there’s a gap between Jessie’s tits and the table. The ‘ahhhhs’ are coming with more frequency from behind Jessie’s gag now. Jessie opens her eyes for the first time in a while and can see Frank’s other partner Tom just staring at her with what looks like drool coming out of his mouth. She quickly shuts her eyes again

Now that Rick has got a decent enough grip on Jessie he starts to exert pressure on Jessie’s anus which causes Jessie’s latest ‘ahhhhhhhhh’ to go up a notch in volume. Rick’s cock starts to bend under the pressure but suddenly gains some purchase on Jessie’s ass and start to enter the forbidden place. Jessie has only had anal sex once before, didn’t like it and has not had anything apart from toilet paper near her ass since. Her asshole was now on fire even though it’s not even in yet. Rick is pulling harder and harder on Jessie’s hair and his buttocks are clenched as finally the sphincter gives way the head plops into Jessie’s ass. ‘noooooooooo’ screams Jessie with the pain, ‘oh god, please stop, pleaaseeee, help’. Jessie’s pleading through the gag falls on deaf ears as Rick clenches his buttocks yet again and sends about four inches of his cock into Jessie’s tight ass. Jessie has let go of her own buttocks and is frantically trying to push Rick off. Rick’s response is to start thrusting his hips back and forth into Jessie, gaining inch by inch into Jessie’s ass. After about a dozen thrusts his cock is buried balls deep in Jessie. Rick lets go of Jessie’s hair which causes her to flop back onto the table, swats her hands away and grabs both ass cheeks and then start to rape her, hard strokes using about half the length of his cock in each motion. Rick starts to slap her ass leaving hand prints. ‘noooo, stop, ugh, ugh, please, ugh, help me, ugh, ugh.’. Every thrust was causing Jessie to grunt in pain. One minute passed, then another, and another. Rick’s cock was stinging in pain from where Jessie’s asshole so tight, having the knock on effect of retarding his ejaculation. Rick leans forward and grabs hold of Jessie’s shoulders bruising the collar bone and begins to fuck even harder. ‘Mommmie, ahhhhhhhh’ screams Jessie her hands now balled into tight fists above her head hammering into the table in frustration. Tears are streaming down Jessie’s face.

All of sudden up stands Tom, who can’t take it any longer and fishes out his own average sized cock. Seeing this Rick starts slapping Jessie’s thighs effectively moving her across the table to the left until she is near the edge. This allows Tom to grab hold and lift her head up to cock height and pull her panties out of her mouth. Jessie’s eyes fling open at this only to see Tom’s cock waving around in front of her face. ‘Open your fucking mouth, cunt and keep those fucking teeth away or you’ll fucking lose the lot’ screams Tom as he pushes and pushes at her mouth. Jessie opens her mouth to let out a scream from the latest hard jab in her ass from Rick’s cock which is all the opportunity that Tom needs and he stabs his cock straight into Jessie’s mouth and down her throat causing her to gag and choke. Tom starts to rape her face Jessie screaming at her to open her mouth wider. In out, in out, Jessie’s throat starting to burn from the friction the cock was causing on her throat. ‘Open your fucking eyes slut’ Tom shouts as he slaps her face which still continuing to jam his cock into Jessie’s mouth. ‘Keep em fucking open’. Jessie opens her eyes to halt the slaps which were being rained down on her face. Tom leans forward and grabs hold of her left tit and squeezes as hard as he can. The tears are now stinging her eyes and she is blinking like mad to stop the pain.

All of a sudden Rick’s cock leaves Jessie’s ass only to be forced straight into her bone dry pussy. Jessie screams around the cock in her throat at this new intrusion. Both Tom and Rick pound away at Jessie like madmen. Frank’s head was on his chest. He can’t look anymore. Tears are running down Frank’s face as well as that of his wife. Tom and Rick manage to last another five minutes, Rick coming first in Jessie’s cunt while Tom pulled out and come in Jessie’s face getting a little up her nostrils and some down her throat.

Both men clean their cocks on Jessie’s skin before putting them back into their pants. Rick turns to Frank and say’s ‘looks like our partnership is over, be seeing you.

Tom and Rick head for the door leaving a sobbing Jessie and Frank on their own at last.

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Damn, it was happening again. John was about to get yelled at by his mother. He could hear her calling in that typical angry voice that he knew so well. He didn’t even know what he had done this time, or what he had ostensibly done. Figuring it might be better not to anger her by hiding, he just went to the stairs, he called down

"I’m here mom, what’s wrong?" At that moment he saw his sister, Ashley, walking up the stairs, with this infuriating grin on her face. ", get in trouble again?" she mocked as she entered her room. He wanted to smack her one, but contained himself, and waited for his mother. "Did you hit a hole in the window with the hammer?"

"What are you talking about, mom, why would I do something that stupid?" "Don’t deny it … I saw you playing around with tools just yesterday. Ashley tells me she saw you knock a hole in the window." That was it. This last part was what infuriated him the most. His sister Ashley was two years younger than he was. She was 18, and spoiled to high heaven. She always got what she wanted and thrived off of getting him in trouble. Sure, sometimes he did something wrong, but most of the time he didn’t even knew something had been done until he heard that angry shout that came almost every day.

"How dare you hit a hole in that window, you know we just got them replaced and cleaned them a week ago. From now on, if you destroy something, you pay for it, got it? It starts with this window." "But mom, why would I do something like that. I’ve been upstairs for the last two hours doing homework. The only person down there was Ashley, and …" "How DARE you accuse your sister of something like that.

She wouldn’t be that stupid. She even offered to pay for it. You know her allowance is less than half what yours is, and here you are, accusing your sister of your own misdeeds. That’s it, young man, that’s IT." In the last few minutes, the argument had gotten much more heated, as well as louder. When his mother stomped away, he thought he could hear a muffled giggling from Ashley’s room, across the hall. It was really only half a room, because it was still being renovated, and it didn’t have a bed yet, so he had to let his bitch sister sleep in his room every night. His mom had predicted earlier that day that the work would probably last at least another month, until Ashley could move in completely.

Fuming, John went back into his room. He sat down at his desk and thought back to two years earlier. It was the year his father had died. He had been working on the family farm, and had tried to clean a chain saw. His head had been very close to the saw, when a sudden power surge hit the saw. The saw being old, the normal safe guards were not enough, and the saw jumped in his hands, killing him instantly in the most horrifying manner. There had been a massive lawsuit, and now they were living off the millions they had invested, not to mention the life insurance. Since then, his mother had believed herself not to have enough authority. She seemed to believe that Ashley was an infallible angel, and John was a scourge that lived to make trouble. She had begun, slowly but surely, to make life a living hell for John.

He had taken to avoiding his mother as much as possible. Now, two years later, it was steadily getting worse. The only good thing it seemed, was that they were in great financial condition, therefore his high allowance. His sister lived like a queen, with everything she ever wanted. She was very pretty, 5′4", with an angelic face, shapely legs, and was very well endowed. Her tits were large for her age, but not overly so, and they seemed to fit perfectly on her body. Her ass was perfect. One would think John wouldn’t notice such things about his sister, but he did, and if he didn’t, he heard it, because every boy in school was wooing her. She loved the attention, and used it to great effect to make his brother look bad. John had been without a girlfriend for ages now, owing partly to his sister. It certainly wasn’t because he was bad looking.

He was 143 lb, with a grand total of 2% body fat. He went to the gym every day, most of the time for 4-5 hours on end. But when your sister, the most popular girl in school is telling all the girls that you’re an asshole, and that you cheat on girls, it would be difficult to get a date. Finally John came up with a plan. Next week, his mother was going on a holiday, to Germany, to visit her parents. She was leaving Ashley and John at home, and since it was the summer, there was no school, which meant a week alone with Ashley. Ordinarily this would have made John groan no end, but he had thought of a way to make the time go by much more pleasantly. All he needed was a way to keep her quiet about it afterwards. John did only have a week. He went and bought a Polaroid camera, partly because he had expressed interest in it before, but now because he hoped it would come in handy.

He put on a good front, dutifully snapping pictures of mundane things, just like he imagined an amateur photographer might do. On Friday, he went out with some of his buddies, to a late showing of a movie which he had wanted to see anyway, and for a little hanging out time. His mom was leaving on Monday, and her impending departure made her more stressed, and per se, more annoying. He had taken this opportunity with glee. He came home around 1am, tired, but happy, and went up to his room. He was totally prepared for what he saw. His sister was spread out on the bed, totally naked, her sheets kicked off of her, and her hand conspicuously near her pussy. It was one of the only glimpses John had had of his sister naked, and by far the longest.

He realized then that she was much hotter than he had thought, and he thought a great deal. Suddenly a thought raced through his head. He had it, he could get what it took to keep her quiet, and there was nothing she could do about it. He raced to his drawer, pulled out the Polaroid, turned his light on low, and started snapping pictures. He got close-ups of her pussy and tits, and a shot of her hand with one finger inside her pussy (he had very carefully moved her hand there, as he knew she was a very deep sleeper). When he thought he had enough, he put the pictures on his dresser, and watched them develop. He was stunned at how well they came out. Tomorrow her would get them copied. When all the pictures were completely developed, he opened his safe, put the pictures in, and made up a new combination, just in case someone else had found out his old one. Exhilarated, he covered up his sister, got a sleeping bag, and slept on the floor.

The next two days were the regular hell. His mom demanded his constant help. Finally, on Sunday evening, she asked them both to come into the living room. "Now, I don’t want to be called when I am gone. We don’t need a larger phone bill than we already have …" this time she looked straight at Ashley, who blushed, "so unless it is something life threatening, I don’t want to hear about it."

"Nothing else, mom?" asked Ashley and John simultaneously.

"Nothing else." Then she kissed them both good night, and said she would wake them both up in the morning. In order to make an attempt at looking good before his mom left, John stayed up all night, and two hours before his mom got up, he put her suitcases In the kitchen, and cleaned the house somewhat. Then he left a note at his mom’s bedside which told her what he had done. When he was woken up she smiled down at him and thanked him graciously for his help. Ashley didn’t even have a chance at saying she did it.

Perhaps because he had been so nice that morning, she told Ashley that John was in charge, and that she was to do what he said, and if she heard any complaints from him when she came back, it would go hard on Ashley. She went on to say that John would act as the parent, telling her what she could and couldn’t do (outside of the house), and inside the house to some degree. Ashley was looking more and more crestfallen now that this announcement was coming, but John was having difficulty concealing his glee.

Finally he was in charge, and could do what he wanted in the house. After his mother left, John asked her what her plans were today. She seemed happy that he wasn’t just throwing about orders. She was a lot more nervous, now that there was no one to back her up.

"Can I call Alice, and see if we can go to a movie tonight?" "Sure, go ahead, what were you planning on seeing?" "Attack of the Co-Ed Sorority Cannibals." "Great, I heard it was good, I’m sure you’ll like it." She gave him a shy, nervous smile, and went up to her room. Later that night, when Ashley was gone, he pulled out his pictures, now multiplied many times over, and looked through them. He still thought the same thing, she was really a gorgeous girl. She could be a model.

That night, John gave her the bed. His plans started now. His mom had called one last time at the airport, and reiterated to Ashley what she had said earlier. She asked John if everything was alright, and he told her truthfully that Ashley had seen a movie, enjoyed it, and John had made them both dinner. His mom seemed happy with that. Now he was lying awake and staring up at the ceiling, occasionally checking to see if Ashley was awake. When he was sure she wasn’t, he made his move. Her hands were stretched above her head. He got two pairs of handcuffs, and cuffed her hands to the headrest. He did the same with her feet. Then he closed the windows and turned the heat up a bit and proceeded to cut off her clothes.

He did the former two in order to create the allusion that she was still in her warmer bed clothes. When she was completely naked, he started playing with her tits. She moaned quietly a few times, but aside from that, she was silent. John undressed quickly, letting his 9" dick spring forth from his pants. He was hard as obsidian (very hard stone), and fully erect. He sat next to Ashley’s head and, while playing with her tits with his left hand, jacked off with his right. John, after 30 minutes of this, decided that this wasn’t enough, for all the trouble he had gone to, so he began to get ready for his next experiment. He shook Ashley awake.

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Ashley was groggy as she awoke. Suddenly, with a start, she was awake. She was unable to move either her hands and her feet. What was going on here! Her eyes snapped open. She saw John standing over her, completely naked. She had only seen two other guys naked before, and they had been 18 and 19 respectively. Her eyes snapped down to his waist, where she saw a cock that was triple the size of the 18 year old, and about twice that of the 19 year old. It was also 1.5 inches in diameter. She looked John in the face.

"What the hell are you doing, you pervert, let me go, and get some fucking clothes on!"

"I don’t think so, sis, see, I’m tired of your getting me in trouble with mom. Sure, I do a few things wrong, but I didn’t hit a hole in that window. You’ve been getting me in trouble every day for four years now, and it’s finally payback time. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this sis, and now it’s really happening. Remember what mom said, no calling her, unless it was life-threatening? Well, I promise not to let it become life-threatening. I’ve already hidden all the telephone cables, so you aren’t going to call anyone."

Fear came onto Ashley’s face now. She was scared stiff. John had an ice-cold look in his eyes, and she knew he was dead serious.

"Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything if you let me go now, just please don’t do anything to me!"

"I don’t think you’re going to tell anyone anything, sis, and here’s why." John walked over to his safe, dialled the combination quickly, and pulled out the original pictures. He walked over to his sister, and held them in front of her face.

Tears began to well in her eyes. He could hear her whispering "Oh god, oh god no, don’t let this be happening," but it was, and she was powerless to stop it. "Recognize these Ashley? I took them of you when you were fingering yourself Friday night. You probably forgot to cover yourself up, didn’t you?"

He laughed, but got serious once again. "If you don’t do exactly what I want for the next week, I’m going to make sure these pictures get to everyone in school. I may just post them outside too, maybe on telephone poles?" He looked down at her horror struck face. "For tonight that’s all. I’m going to keep you tied up though, just so you don’t try to get away. Tomorrow, I’ll give you the rules. Sweet dreams sis." He turned off the light, lay down, and went to sleep, still hearing Ashley’s wishes for this to just be a dream.

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The next morning, John woke up early, at around 9, and got up to check on Ashley. She was still lying there, but he could still see dried up tears on her face. He went and got a dish cloth and cleaned her up a bit. Then he shook her awake. After uncuffing her, he went through the plan for the morning.

"Ok, bitch, I want you to get up and make us both breakfast. There’s Bacon in the fridge, and eggs are on the counter. Make some toast too, while you’re at it." Ashley gave a little whimper, and waited for him to leave the room before she got dressed. John was downstairs reading the paper when she got there, and didn’t pay her any heed as she started with the food. Finally, he spoke to her.

"Here are a few rules. From now on you will never dress unless I select something for you to wear. If I don’t tell you to wear anything, you will come down naked. You make keep your clothes on for now." He looked her up and down.

"You will get up at 8:00 in the morning every day, and go to make breakfast. When I talk to you, you will always turn to face me, unless I say other wise. Make sure I can see your tits easily. For now that’s it. Also, if you disobey any rules, you will be punished. I will bathe you, and you will cook and clean. You will always be available for me. This morning, I took all the keys in the house, so you won’t be able to lock yourself up. Unless I say otherwise, you will go about the day as usual, except for the rules I just mentioned, and, that you will never leave the house."

She was crying now, tears flowing silently down her face. "Get back to breakfast, slut." He ordered severely. She turned and went back to making breakfast.

When they were done eating, she went into the living room to watch TV. He read the paper a bit more, before going upstairs. He went into Ashley’s room, and started looking through her dresser. He was surprised as all hell to see a dildo and a butt plug in one of the drawers. He put them in his pocket for future use. He then picked out an overly skimpy bathing suit, put them in a bag, along with handcuffs, and some rope. He then went downstairs with his find. He was happy to see that Ashley was still on the couch. He walked over and sat down next to her. "I have something I want you to wear now." She looked at him, stunned. He pulled out the bikini, and handed it to her. She was shocked. "You want me to wear this? Are you crazy?" "You were naked this morning, which do you prefer, a skimpy bikini, or nothing?"

She whimpered, but slowly started undressing. At one point, she turned around to take off her bra. "Nope, you aren’t getting away with that, turn around, I’ve already seen you in all your glory." He was rock hard now, and was sure she noticed. When she took off her bra, her nice tits popped out. He gave her nipples a twist, and she tried to pull away, but stopped herself. When she was dressed, John could tell this was a bit too small.

Her ass cheeks showed completely, because of the thong bottom, and her tits were very constrained. He moved closer to her, and started to kiss her. At first, she resisted, keeping her teeth together. He slapped her, and she cried out, but opened her mouth to his invading tongue. After taking her mouth for a few minutes, he started to move his hand under her top, and he began to finger her. He could tell she was still a virgin, which only added to his excitement. "Oh man, sis, you’re one hot girl. I thought I’d never get you. Ooohhhh yea." Tears were trickling down her face, so powerless to stop him. He began to pick up the pace of his finger in her dry pussy, he added another, and another finger to the one already there.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t satisfied, and pulled off his Jeans, and dropped his boxers. "Hey Ashley, ever sucked a cock before?" She didn’t answer, so he raised his voice "Have you?" "Yes," she whispered. "Well, then I guess I won’t have to teach you, get to work, and if you bite me, I’ll make you wish you weren’t alive." She started sucking in the tip of his 9" pecker into her mouth. John didn’t want to wait, so he grabbed her hair and started forcing her head down on his cock.

At first she retched, but then got control of it, while he fucked her mouth. After five minutes, he blew his load down her throat. John pulled out, and let Ashley get her breath. "From now on you will always be ready to do that. I don’t care what you’re doing. Now clean yourself up. Next time, I expect you to swallow it all. After you’re finished here, you can do what you want until 5, when you’ll make dinner, and wash the dishes. Got that?" She mutely nodded yes, and walked off to the bathroom. John wondered if she wasn’t resisting because of the shock, or because he was 50 pounds heavier than her, not to mention his massive strength. He went to his room, and did some work, although he didn’t get the feeling he did to well … for some reason he kept losing his concentration.

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After Dinner that evening, while John was watching his hot sister clean up and prepare to wash the dishes, he reflected that she actually wasn’t that bad a cook. Wouldn’t it be nice if he could always live this way. She was letting the water in now, and he went over to check that it was hot enough. Twenty minutes later she was pretty close to finished, when he decided that he didn’t want his dick to burn a hole in his pants. Quietly he got up, undid his pants, dropped them on the floor, and released his dick from the confines of his pants. He picked up a pair of handcuffs, and when his sister’s hands were free, he grabbed them, and cuffed them behind her back.

"Oh no, not again," pleaded his sister, but John was beyond caring.

He pulled aside her bikini, and in one hard push he was up to the hilt. She cried out in pain, while he was fucking her hard and fast. "Oh yea, sis, I’m gonna cum in your pussy, you little slut, here in a bikini, getting fucked from behind by your big brother. Doesn’t that make you feel like a slut?"

John knew that she was on the pill. His mom had made her take it because she was so pretty. They didn’t live in the best of towns, and rapes had been known to happen. Otherwise he wouldn’t have taken her pussy. After a few minutes, he orgasmic inside of her, her tight hole milking every last drop out of his dick. After a few minutes, he pulled out, and let her get back to the dishes, although she was spent. Ashley figured now there wasn’t much more he could do to her, besides what he had already done. This relieved her somewhat, and she finished up the dishes. When they were, done, she went back to the TV room, only to see John sitting there, watching something mundane.

She started back towards the stairs. "No, wait, get back here." She slowly walked back. He quickly unzipped, and motioned for her to start blowing him. She started, while he lay back, one hand resting on her head, then other absentmindedly playing with her. He had her do this for about a half an hour, before he let her go up. About two hours later, it was 10:00. Ashley came part way down the steps.

"John?" "Yea, what is it?" "Can I take the sleeping bag, and sleep in my room?" She had these big pleading eyes. "Yea, sure." "Thanks." She went back up. She probably thinks that’s gonna keep her out of trouble tonight, thought John. He laughed to himself, and waited a bit longer. A few minutes later, he walked up the stairs, and to his own room. He picked up the butt plug, and slipped it in his pocket. He took off everything except the shorts with the butt plug in his pocket. He then tiptoed across the hall. He could hear loud snores coming from her room. He silently opened the door, and saw her lying on the ground, not even undressed, just dead asleep. He uncovered her, and turned her over. He wanted this to take her completely by surprise. He held her asscheeks apart, and positioned his dick at her puckered anus, and, with one great push, slammed into her.

Ashley awoke with a scream of pain. Something, something huge, was all the way inside her ass, and it was burning like hell. She let out another scream of pain, until John grabbed her panties, and stuffed them in her mouth. He then proceeded to fuck her ass as hard as he could for another half hour, busting his nut up her ass 5 times. Finally he pulled out, and rolled her over.

"This is just to get you used to never being alone, and always being at my beck and call. You come into my room now, but first." He rolled her over again, and, with all his might, shove the butt plug into her tight asshole. She cried out again. He pulled her up by her hair, and then shoved her towards his room. The butt plug was clearly visible between her asscheeks. He took another few pictures for good measure, and then threw her on the bed. John then got on, and shoved his dick as far as he could up her pussy, reached around to cup her tits, and soon fell asleep inside of her. The next morning, he woke up at 7:50, and shoved her off the bed. She fell, hard, and cried out.

"Go make breakfast. You have ten extra minutes. Oh, and take off all your clothes. Put on the smock without a back and make bacon." After she had gone down, he stretched, and then walked down, completely naked. He had a raging hard on again, and was wondering what to do about it. He could see the butt plug still up her ass. He walked over, and shoved it in some more. She started crying, but did nothing to remove it. She knew better. He then pushed her up a bit, and lowered her onto his pussy. He started pounding her pussy for all he was good. When he was done, he dropped her on the floor, and walked away, with the one thought: It was going to be a long, fun week.

Author of this rape story is: Delicacy Subdued

Me and my girlfriend had a normal sex life. Although she was happy with our sex life I wanted more.

When we met she was a virgin unlike myself who had played the field like most lads do.

It was always the usual roll on roll off routine with no experimentation or urges from her to try anything new even though I would try and instigate her to perform oral or anal sex she would always refuse and hated me for even suggesting anything like that.

To me it was normal, which disappointed me seen as she would never even try out any of my suggestions this made me more determined and more horny. She made sex feel bad or dirty. For two whole years this went on and my urges grew stronger and stronger. Most nights. I would get up and do my usual imagination wank of her giving me a blow job. I would sneak out of bed and head downstairs trying not to wake her because if ever I was caught wanking even that would disgust her. My wank sessions just made me want to treat her like a slut, Just one night of fucking her the way I wanted was all I asked but I thought it would never happen until one certain night.

It was a hot night in the middle of summer when I woke in the early hours with my usual hard on.

We had been out for a drink that night and my girlfriend had drunk far too much than she usually did and was quite out of it. I felt rather lazy so I began rubbing my rock hard dick on the bed lying next to her and imagined my cock was sliding in her open snoring mouth as I massaged my dick slowly trying not to wake her. I could feel myself getting to that stage where there would be no return and I knew I had to have my way after two long hard years I had to finally get my blow job.

Slowly I got up and gently climbed on top of my girl. as she slept with her mouth open snoring away. My cock was now right in front of her open mouth as she slept as I held my weight off her body kneeling above her. I slowly began to wank over her gaping mouth as she slept so peacefully. I knew it wouldn’t be to long before I could take anymore so I slowly brought my cock closer to her mouth until finally her soft unexpecting wet lips brushed gently around the tip of my dick. I continued to tease myself by letting her mouth softly encircle the very tip of my cock and then withdrawing for about two minutes and every time I did this her lips and tongue responded from the taste of my pre cum each time I brushed against them which made the sensation all to much.

I edged my cock forcefully deep into her mouth and her eyes opened as she gagged on my invasion. I looked down to see my bitch"s mouth wrapped tightly around my cock as her eyes glared back at me almost popping out her sockets from disbelief. She tried to yell out for me to stop but it had no use as each time she did I drove my cock deep down to stop her muffles. It gave me great pleasure as I would withdraw just to hear her moans and then I would slide deep back into her vulnerable mouth. The sensation of her lips was all to much as they slid down my shaft and I began to fuck her head hard. She managed to scream a mumbled "NO" as I continued to fuck her mouth. With her tearing glaring eyes and her desperate plea"s for me to stop made it all seem right, finally I was in control, this bitch was mine at last and I knew I had to teach her who was the master.

No more would she make me feel that sex was a sin. She was the sinner for denying her man the pleasures he expected. I fucked her mouth so hard that she was almost passing out. I slapped her face and Told her to obey. A single tear run down her check as I proceeded to pleasure my cock from her delicious mouth as it encircled my shaft. My cock began to pulse and as I began to cum.

She yelled out "No" as she felt my cock pulsing between her lips. As I cum I grabbed her head and forcefully slide it up and down my shaft to milk out my spunk. She gagged as my first lot of cum shot to the back of her throat. A second lot trickled out the side of her mouth as she gagged on the first lot she was trying to swallow. She cried out as I continued to fulfil my dream. I slowed down my thrusts and gently milked out the rest of my cum as her eyes looked back in disgust at what I had done.

After I withdrew she lay there totally mouth fucked and in shock at what

I had done, she slowly whispered "WHY" Followed by "You disgusting bastard"

I replied "You what bitch" "You are my bitch your mine ok"

She Yelled out "FUCK YOU" With that I knew she had to learn I smacked her across her cum covered face and said "You will do anything for me ok" she remains silent worried about what I was going to do next. Once more I slapped her and said "Will you bitch" "Say it"

She yelled out again "NO" I had to teach her I thought.

I slapped her once more and her head flew face down into the pillow at the force. Her naked butt looking up at me. I jumped back on the bed behind her plump butt and began to force her legs apart.

She yelled out "NO NOT THERE PLEASE NOT THERE"

I spat on my cock and then slowly pushed into her anal butt hole stretching her tight ass over my cock like a glove. I pushed deep into her as she cried out "PLEASE NO"

I began to thrust ,in ,out ,in ,out as her arse squelched over my wet spit drenched penis. My spit lubricant began to dry out and her arse wrapped tightly around my thrusting cock. I shouted at her "Will you bitch, will you do anything for you master" and with that each thrust rammed harder and harder.

She cried out "YES YES PLEASE BUT NOT THERE" As I thrush in and out she began slowly bucking her ass to my amazement. "WAS SHE ENJOYING THIS I THOUGHT" The ass fucking grew faster and faster as her ass moved faster and faster to keep up with my thrusting invasion. NOW SHE WAS YELLING WITH PLEASURE, "YES, YES, fuck me.

I could believe it,, two years on and I had finally broke the bitch in. Finally I raped that plump ass full of my cum as she rode me to my pleasure milking me dry.

We both lay there totally fulfilled. Now night after night I fuck my bitch and she still pretends she hates it but waits for my commands and full fills my every desire.

Author of this rape story is: Steve

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