Rape Stories.

It was afternoon in the late spring of that year. There was the smell of locust blossoms and honeysuckle wafting in the air. Billy Bob and his four brothers–Earl, Lester, Zeke and Jimmy–were sitting in the shade of the front porch of their mother’s home. It was a peaceful Sunday; mostly everyone in the small town of Regis had been to church that morning and would now be eating a dinner of mashed potatoes, green beans, tomatoes, fried chicken, and store bought cole slaw, with a thick, hot slice of crisp, buttery corn bread on the side. Or, most likely, something of the kind which had been canned last summer by the womenfolk and still having that fresh from the garden taste only home canning can preserve. And maybe for dessert there had been some steaming hot blackberry cobbler topped with ice cream or a cold peach custard smothered in swirls of sugary whip cream.

Whatever, the five brothers had forsaken all the culinary possibilities to indulge themselves in a pint or two of bootlegged whiskey clear as mountain dew and hotter than a stew of Mexican peppers.

Billy Bob, the oldest of the brothers, breathed in deeply the fresh afternoon air, his body tingling with the vibrancy of youth. The joie de vivre. As the fruit jar of lightning passed back and forth among the brothers, he rolled a joint and sucked its pungent smoke deep into his lungs.

" You know what would make this a perfect day?" he asked, more or less thinking out loud.

" What?" Earl, the next oldest, asked back. Earl was the hippie of the group with his dirty blonde shoulder length hair and gold ear hoop.

" A little pussy," he replied. Unlike Earl, Billy Bob kept his hair cut short in a burr.

Jimmy, the youngest, sniggered and ran his hand down the well-defined abs of his tanned belly. Like the rest he was shirtless and barefoot, only wearing a pair of faded denims. Unlike the others his hair was a tangle of thick brown curls, his eyes blue as the sky over their heads.

" A little pussy wouldn’t be bad," he agreed.

" How would you know, one of the twins, Lester, teased.

" You aren’t never had any."

Everyone laughed at this making Jimmy hot, but he had to grin since it was true. Zeke, the other twin, reached out with a lazy stretch and mussed Jimmy’s hair playfully.

All the boys were tall and slender with broad shoulders and well-defined muscular bodies. The twins were the tallest, though, and the best basketball players in Regis. Billy Bob was the smartest and strongest of the group and had always been their acknowledged leader.

" Tell you all something if you don’t repeat it," Billy Bob said all around, squeezing his words out through fiercely clenched teeth as he held the acrid smoke in his lungs; his face turned red, the veins stood out.

" Yeah, what’s that?" Earl asked.

He finally released the smoke with a loud hiss, then looked around at their expectant faces. Lanky Zeke and Lester were trying to grow beards with scraggily results. Little Jimmy with his tight, good looks was destined to be their Casanova. Long-haired Earl was already demonstrating a talented business acumen for growing weed and distilling some of the best whiskey in the county. If he didn’t kill himself from indulging in his own product, he would probably be a millionaire before he was thirty.

Billy Bob’s eyes took on a glazed look as he spoke.

" I fucked mom," he said.

There was a kind of a shocked silence.

" Aw, bullshit, man," Earl said.

" Naw, serious," Billy Bob replied.

" No, bullshit. I fucked her for real."

There was a space while they let all this sink in. They all knew Billy Bob, when he was shitting and when he wasn’t. This was one of those times when he wasn’t, and they knew it. The familiar image of their mother was now going through their minds in a new fashion. His confession had put a new meaning on the word mother. One that was suddenly provocative. Mother had been moved to a whole new category: a woman available. Lustful phantoms prompted their imaginings. Their mother’s head transmogrified onto the bodies of nude women in slick magazines. A sick feeling of excitement began to churn in their hard bellies. Cocks stiffened.

" And was she tight," he added, softly.

" How? When?" Earl asked, the doobie Billy Bob had passed him forgotten in his hand.

" The other night, while you assholes were sleeping. I couldn’t sleep. I had this massive hardon and no place to put it but my hand, and that just didn’t seem enough at the time. You know, there comes a point when you just have to have the real thing or you’ll go nuts. Well, that’s the way I was. I had to have it real bad. That’s when I started thinking about mom. What a nice firm body she has, those full tits and jutting ass, and I made up my mind to fuck her. I was too horny to give a sweet goddamn about the consequences. I got up and walked into the living room, my dick stuck up under the waistband of my shorts, and crossed to the hallway; mom suddenly came out wearing only a white slip. The moonlight was streaming through the windows lighting up both of us. Clear enough that I could see the look on her face and it was a look that told me she was as hot as I was.

You know, maybe it was that ESP shit brought her out just like me. Anyway we were both kind of shocked at seeing each other. It was obvious to both of us what we wanted, yet at the same time embarrassing. She passed by me and went to the front door pretending to check and see if it was locked. Then as she started back, I took her arm and pulled her to me. She pulled back, and I pushed her back up against the wall and started kissing her. Man, I was fucking hot by this time and nothing could have stopped me. She tried to push me away with the palms of her hands against my chest, but she was too weak–or wasn’t trying all that fucking hard. I slapped her and yanked hard on the straps of her slip, popping them. She struggled with me, and the slip fell to the floor leaving her naked. She bit my lip and scratched me and tried to squirm out of my grasp, but she wasn’t trying hard enough, and I knew she was wanting’ it as much as me. She could have called out or screamed, but she didn’t.

" I turned her and held her wrists together with one hand while with my other I pulled her head back by her hair and forced her into the bedroom. She kept making squealing sounds in her throat as I lay her on the bed. She was on her back, and I held her hands over her head by her wrists. She struggled a lot, but she wasn’t half as strong as I thought. I could feel her tits rise and fall against my chest. The nipples were hard. She kept whispering. Begging me.

Man, my cock was hard. I slapped her hard. I think she was getting off on it. She liked it rough. I could see her face in the moonlight. The window right by the bed. It was all screwed up with clenched teeth and grimaces while she was writhing beneath me trying to buck me off. I slapped her hard again, and she gave off this gasping, muttering kind of sexy, throaty sound. I kneed her legs apart and waited for her to tire out some, then I rammed my cock in her. Oh, God, it was so good! Her face just kind of froze. You should have seen it. All at once she became still as a stone. Her eyes went wide with this far off look in them, and her mouth dropped open into a circle. She made a sound something like ‘uh…uh’ drawing her breath in sharply each time.

" I swear, I fucked her all night and didn’t stop until the morning light was coming through the window."

" Well, I don’t know ifn you’re lying or not," Zeke said, after a moment, " but you sure as hell made my dick hard."

There were chuckles at this. Jimmy was rubbing his crotch and gazing off down the street.

" Here comes Annabelle," he said.

The boys glanced down he street to where a pretty girl with long blonde hair had just rounded the corner coming in their direction with long, shapely strides. She was wearing a blue and white checked dress with white buttons up and down the front and a white, mandarin collar. Below the snug fitting bodice the skirt hung down full from the hips. In her right hand she clutched a flap-over, slim, white purse and a small Bible; on the wrist of her other arm was a set of white plastic bracelets. Her feet sported a pair of white, high-heeled pumps.

" D’yuh get salvation, Annabelle?" Earl teased, fondling his earring as she turned in at the sidewalk.

She paused at the bottom of the porch steps and perched a foot on the first one. She took in the fruit jars setting on the edge of the porch, one full, the other half empty. She swatted a fly away from her face. She could smell the ferment in the air–not only the whiskey but a certain animal rawness emanating from the brothers; she saw the joint being passed around, could smell the acrid odour. She placed a hand on her hip, the long-nailed fingers pointed toward the ground.

" Maybe more than you all got, I reckon," she said, with mild reproof, her back arched, her breasts full against the thin cotton of her bodice.

Someone snickered.

Billy Bob was leaned back against one of the pillars at the top of the steps. He stared at her with a faraway look in his eyes as if he were thinking something over.

" Where’s mom?" Jimmy asked.

" She went over to visit with Auntie Ellison. And it’s a good thing she did. If she could see you sorry bums now there would be hell to pay."

" Um, such language," Lester grinned, punching Zeke lightly on the shoulder.

" She won’t be back till late, then," Billy Bob mused.

He was staring at her with a strange look. It was a look she had never seen before. Kind of cold and impersonal. It made her nervous. Especially when she saw that same look in the eyes of the others.

She had seen what liquor could do to a person. Their father had been a drunk. Nice when sober, but a screaming, wife-beating monster when he’d had a few. And lately she had seen a similar change being wrought in her brothers. Anymore they were like strangers. Always drinking and smoking dope. Being rude and obnoxious. They hadn’t bothered going to church for ages. And hardly ever dressed decently anymore. She stared at them. None of them had a shirt on. Nothing, in fact, but denims–not even shoes. They looked like hillbillies. She felt ashamed of them.

Jimmy, who was sitting near the bottom step, reached up suddenly and tugged on the hem of her skirt.

" Stop that, Jimmy!" she scolded.

" What are you doing?"

" Helping’ yourself to a little, squirt?" Earl grinned.

" Aw, what are you guys all talking about?" Annabelle said glancing about, suddenly feeling like the class clown being made fun of. Their jokes no longer included her, as they once had in the past, but were now more and more of late directed at her. She didn’t like it. Somehow they made her feel dumb, out of it, square–but worse, objectified.

Blushing she started up the steps.

" Where you off to?" Billy Bob asked, thrusting his leg out in front of her, blocking her path.

" I’ve got homework to do," she replied. She sighed and rolled her large, blue eyes.

" Let me by, Billy Bob. C’mon. I’m in no mood to play games."

" Who says I’m playing games?"

His eyes were focused on her tits.

" I’ve taken daddy’s place,

" he said, cryptically.

" I don’t know what you’re talking about," she replied, irritated.

" You will," he smiled, looking round at the others.

Jimmy started tugging on the hem of her dress again. She wanted to slap him–hard!

" Stop it, Jimmy!," she demanded. She realized that from where she was standing now on the steps he could see up her dress.

" Having fun, twerp?" she chided. She looked down at him over her shoulder.

" Why don’t you have a drink?" Billy Bob said. He held up the half empty jar of liquor toward her in a lazy, relaxed manner.

" You might like sinning a little."

" C’mon," Zeke chimed in.

She could feel Jimmy’s hand brushing up and down her calf. His hand moved down to her ankle and encircled it. Gripped it. She could feel the warmth of his hand radiate up her leg. She shivered involuntarily. Goosebumps formed on the nape of her neck.

Haughtily, she shook out her long, blonde hair and stepped over Billy Bob’s leg and reached for the handle of the screen door. But Lester and Zeke stepped between her and the door. She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

" Why don’t we have a little fun," she heard Billy Bob say. His mouth was only an inch away. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek, smell the reek of whiskey and marijuana.

" Let me go!" she said, suddenly scared.

Lester and Zeke stood in front of her. Billy Bob was on her right. Earl came up on her left, and from behind, she felt Jimmy’s hands suddenly resting on her hips.

" We just wanna have some fun, Annie," Billy Bob said.

" Let’s rape her, Billy Bob," Jimmy said.

Annabelle froze as the four-lettered word seemed to hang tangibly in the air. She couldn’t believe what was happening was happening.

She felt herself being lifted off the porch floor. The screen door banged open. They took her inside. Hands held her wrists and ankles. Her attempt to scream was cut off by a hand over her mouth. Her face was crushed between warm hard bellies. Knees prodded her. She felt her hips bang against furniture. She was jostled about like a sack of potatoes.

Suddenly she was on a bed. She was lying on her back staring at the ceiling. They held her arms and legs spread-eagled. It was their room. They all shared one large room. She and her mother had separate bedrooms. There were basketball posters on the walls. The room had the stale, sweaty smell of dirty socks and underwear.

Billy Bob stood at the base of the bed watching. Zeke and Lester were on either side of the bed holding her wrists. Earl and Jimmy held her by the ankles. She writhed helplessly, straining to break free; her face was red with the effort. Her smooth, white teeth were gritted fiercely. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

" Let me go!" she cried. Her long, blonde hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head. She glared at the hands holding her prisoner. Grunted as she tried to jerk free.

Her struggles only served to raise her dress higher up her shapely legs. She banged her head up and down on the pillow in frustration. Whining in her throat. Her full, round breasts straining the buttons of her bodice. Flesh could be seen through the openings between the buttons where the fabric was pulled apart.

Jimmy slid a hand tentatively up her leg stopping at mid-thigh where the hem of her dress had risen.

Annabelle squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block them out of her mind. Their heavy breathing; their sweaty, whiskey smells; the heady, sick sweetness of marijuana fumes. The palm creeping up her thigh left a warm, moist trail.

Not Jimmy! Not him, dear God! No, please!

" Go ahead, Jimmy," Billy Bob coaxed.

" She wants it."

" Two cherries with one fuck," Lester chuckled.

" That’s right, aren’t it?" he whispered, close to Annabelle’s ear.

" You’ve never had it before either, have you, baby sister?"

" Damn! I wanna see her naked," Zeke said.

The boys were beyond good and evil now. The girl writhing on the bed was their sister, yes, but she was also a female animal undeniably made for the purpose of slaking male lusts. They were hotly aware of the shapely body straining beneath the cotton fabric of the dress. And they wanted to see it in all its blonde glory.

" Let’s strip her," Zeke said, his voice hoarse with need.

" Hold on, guys," Billy Bob said.

" Let’s give her a choice."

" What the hell?" Earl exclaimed, he looked up from where he was kneeling at the foot of the bed holding Annabelle’s ankle.

Billy Bob gave a mocking smile. " Sure, it’s only fair. He looked at Annabelle who gazed fixedly at him.

" Drink a little of our bootleg and smoke a little dope and we’ll let you go. What do you say?"

She glared at him; tried once more to jerk free of Zeke and Lester, then seeing the futility of her position, sighed with frustration and sank back against the pillow; she clamped her eyes shut and nodded.

Billy Bob strode out onto the front porch, letting the screen door flap shut behind him. The head of his swollen cock stuck up from beneath the waistband of his jeans several inches higher than his bellybutton. Flies crawled along the rim of the uncapped jar. He picked it up. Floating belly up in the clear liquid was a bluebottle. He dipped his finger in and withdrew it. It was still kicking its little legs as he squashed it against the porch pillar. He wiped the tip of his finger on his jeans and took a drink.

" Like blood to a vampire," he said, imitating W. C. Fields, then chortled.

Their house was situated in a perfect spot, he reflected idly, gazing about. There were scrubs and trees blocking their neighbours’ view. There weren’t that many anyway since they were outside the town limits by a couple of stone throws. And there was plenty of ground between them and the nearest. There was enough through traffic, too, so that the occasional car stopping at their place would go unnoticed. In the fall that would be important when they started selling their dope and whiskey.

Billy Bob took his cock out and pissed off his harden at the edge of the porch, unmindful of the dribble down the front of his pants as he shoved it’s semi-erectness back in and zipped up. By the time he had walked back to the bedroom, his dick was hard again. Fully a third of it sticking up from his waistband.

He noticed Annabelle’s eyes taking it in, then glance away. He sat down on the edge of the bed and held the jar out, sloshing some liquid on her breasts.

" OK, you take a big swaller," he said.

Annabelle remained silent and still for a moment, only her swollen breasts rising and falling. She bit at her full lower lip, then looked at Billy Bob. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe they would really let her go, but she would pretend.

" And you’ll let me go?" she asked.

" And smoke a little grass," Billy Bob added, nodding.

" OK," she said softly, lowering her eyes in a demure fashion.

Billy Bob moved the jar toward her lips.

" Can I sit up, please?" She asked. " It will be easier to drink then."

" Sure," Billy Bob answered. " Why not?" Billy Bob stood.

" Let’er go, boys. She aren’t going nowhere."

Reluctantly, the brothers released their grips on their sister’s wrists and ankles and settled back on their heels.

Slowly, Annabelle sat up rubbing her wrists, then swung her legs off the edge of the bed, letting her, now, bare feet touch the hardwood floor. The hem of her dress had risen high up her thighs. She touched the hem for an instant, as if she were going to lower it, but instead released it with a slight, shrug of her shoulders as if she had resigned herself to her fate. A strand of long, blonde hair hung over her left eye. She brushed it back, her white, plastic bracelets clicking. The brothers stared at her hungrily.

The door of the bedroom-living room was in front of her. Only Billy Bob directly blocked her from it. She took the jar of lightning he handed her and slowly raised it to her lips, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on her goal: the door. If she could reach it before they could grab her, she could get out onto the porch and out onto the street and pray that a passing car would stop for her.

Suddenly she flung the contents of the jar at Billy Bob’s face and leaped up off the bed dashing toward the door.

Billy Bob lurched drunkenly to the side and grabbed her around the waist with a strong, muscular arm. Jerking her off her feet he flung her lithe body around in a circle and cast her sprawling on the floor. The brothers quickly surrounded her as she scrambled to her hands and knees. Earl placed his barefoot on her ass and shoved her sprawling again.

Annabelle realized with a sick churning in her stomach that she had played her only hand and lost.

They were going to rape her!

They let her get to her feet the next time, then the fun began.

The brothers formed a tight circle around her. Hands shoved her roughly from behind, propelling her forward in a stumbling fashion into Earl’s arms. He kissed her savagely on the mouth and ripped open the top buttons of her bodice. A stinging slap sent her reeling backwards into Lester’s and Zeke’s waiting arms. Hands flew under her dress and jerked her panties down. Rough fingers raked at the soft down of her cunt, pulled the hairs out by the root. She tripped forward with the panties tangled around her ankles. Greedy hands pawed at her dress. A stern yank on her collar pulled the bodice off her shoulders. Hands fooled with the catch of her bra. She felt the bra loosen. Hands popped the straps leaving red welts on her pale shoulders. The bra fell to the floor leaving her tits exposed. A mouth found one of her nipples and began sucking harshly on it. Another wet mouth found the unused nipple. She felt the bite of teeth.

She felt her dress being pulled apart. There was a ripping sound.

Then she was naked. Fists and palms found her naked flesh. Fingers prodded her. Entered her. They tossed her back onto the bed. Hands held her wrists and ankles as virgin Jimmy climbed onto the bed between his virgin sister’s legs.

" C’mon, Jimmy, fuck her!" the brothers encouraged.

She would have screamed, but there was a tongue in her mouth.

Suddenly she felt Jimmy’s cock enter her. The soft, velvety outer skin loose over the hard, unyielding inner core. The pain blinded her. She felt his warm, hard-muscled belly against her own soft, womanly one. Both were wet with sweat. His belly began to make smacking sounds against hers. She tried to raise her hips to force him out of her, but the brothers held her too tightly to move.

They raised her legs up and bended them so Jimmy could force his cock deep into her. He moved rapidly in and out of her panting like a dog. Even though he was the youngest, his cock felt huge in her. All the other brothers had kicked off their jeans and were stark naked. The ones who held her by the wrists–Zeke and Lester–had enormous, swollen cocks. They were uncircumcised and the heads were a dark purple with congested blood. She almost thought she could see them pulsing and throbbing. From her position on the bed she couldn’t see Billy Bob’s or Earl’s cocks, but she was certain they would be enormous as well. At any rate, she figured she would soon find out. For it was certain that all the brothers intended to fuck her, to fill her with their cum. Would she become pregnant with their seed?

Suddenly Jimmy tensed and rapidly began pounding his cock into her. Her tits jiggled from the force of it. After several quick thrusts, he stiffened, then let out a cry and hung his head, breathing in rapid gasps, holding his weight off her with arms straight on either side of her. His sweat dripped onto her belly. She glanced down as he withdrew his cock and saw blood covering it.

Bloody Mary.

" I don’t want no fuckin’ bloody hole," Earl said, standing up, his large cock quivering rigidly out in front of him.

" Turn’er."

They turned her over on her belly, spread-eagled. Her anus was a small, smooth pink hole resting between the half globes of firm, unblemished ass flesh.

" That’s what I want," Earl said, rubbing the palms of his hands together greedily.

He squeezed his tanned fist tightly around the base of his cock. There was still half a cock extending beyond it, thick and swollen. The foreskin had slipped back over the plum-sized head and a thick, gooey strand of opaque liquid hung from the pee hole and dripped onto her ass cheek.

He stuck his fuck finger in his mouth and wetted it down.

" Hold her tight, boys, cause she’s goanna buck like a mule in a moment or two."

He slowly inserted his finger into her asshole, the first joint disappeared, then the second. He could hear her inhale faintly. He worked the finger, joggling it from side to side to spread the muscles of the tight hole. He wasn’t preparing her in order to spare her any pain–he couldn’t have cared less about her feelings, but he knew he would never be able to get his cock in her unless he could stretch her wider.

After working his finger about for a minute or two, he inserted a second finger. This caused her some discomfort, and she groaned sharply. After wallowing his fingers around in her butt for another minute or two, he placed the head of his cock at the rubbery-ringed entrance of her asshole. He spit profusely into the palms of his hands, then greased his cock all around.

She did indeed try to buck. Zeke and Lester held her face into the pillow so that her screams were muffled. The huge head of Earl’s cock buried itself in her ass. Her back arched and her legs quivered violently. Her pleas for mercy were distorted by the pillow. Earl forced more of his cock into her. The muscles beneath her skin were as taunt as compressed, steel springs. Her long, slender fingers were spread wide and straight on the bedspread. Then as his cock went in deeper, her hands clenched tightly pulling at the spread. After several minutes of forcing his dick into her, Earl felt his hard belly come to rest against her ass cheeks.

" Aaaaah!" he sighed, his body melting as his cock squirted load after load of creamy cum into her.

" Oh, God…Oh, God…Ooooohaaah!"

After a moment, he rolled off the bed and took a swig of liquor.

" Boys, that’s some tolerable fuckin’ there," he said.

" We should have been fucking that years ago."

" You bastards!" Annabelle cried, half sobbing.

Lester and Zeke forced her up on her hands and knees.

The three biggest cocks had been reserved until last. And with horror, Annabelle realized she was going to have to take all of them at the same time.

Billy Bob got on his back underneath her. She stared in disbelief at his massive cock. It was as big around as her forearm. No woman could take all of that and live, she thought.

Lester got in front of her, his huge, purple veined-dick bobbing sluggishly inches from her face as if weighted with lead. She could see the hairy balls scrunched up tightly against the base of his cock.

Behind, she felt Zeke’s sweaty palms slap her ass cheeks. She didn’t believe she could stand another intrusion there. Her ass was throbbing with pain from Earl’s reaming.

Billy Bob gripped her thighs and slowly pulled her down so that her cunt was touching the head of his cock. It might as well have been a doorknob it was so big. When she made a slight motion to resist, Billy Bob raised his fist. Resistance, it said, was futile.

Slowly, painfully, she felt the enormous head spreading her labia apart, entering her. She felt the iron resistance of her sphincter subside; the cockhead pushed and trusted, spreading it wider, until it passed by. She watched the thick shaft began sliding into her, like a huge tropical snake down a river bank as it vanishes into the water. She stared in disbelief as her belly swallowed all of it. She felt a trickle of blood down the inside of her thigh mixed with Jimmy’s cum.

Billy Bob placed his hand on the back of her neck and forced her face down toward his until her tits lay on his chest. He forced his hot, wet tongue into her mouth while Zeke kneaded her ass cheeks and placed the head of his cock on the entrance to her asshole. He buried his cock in her with one, swift thrust, greased by Earl’s previous load. Her whining protests were smothered by Billy Bob’s tongue.

Zeke slapped the cheeks of her ass and yelled " Squeal, bitch! Squeal like a pig!"

And she did until Lester shoved his thick-veined dick in her mouth plugging her up.

All three brothers worked her like a two-bit whore. They worked their huge cocks in and out of her young, virgin flesh in unison. They dumped their huge cargo of cum in her until every orifice dripped with their rapeseed. Then all of the brothers took turns fucking her again.

* * *

Sheriff Beauchamp climbed out of his cruiser, hid off the road and in the shadows, and lit a panatela. His fat belly hung over his duty belt. His grey shirt was wet around the collar and under the armpits. His silver badge blinked in the starlight. It was a hot august night; already the locust trees had begun to shed yellow leaves in preparation for winter.

He gazed with a leisurely attitude at the brother’s house and blew a ring of smoke into the warm, moist air. The lights were on and there were several cars parked in the driveway sheltered from view on one side by a long row of privet hedge and by the garage and house on the other. There was a tolerable level of hard-rock decibels emanating from it. Just tolerable.

Sheriff Beauchamp waited fifteen more minutes. He counted five cars coming and going as he occasionally tapped the ash off his cigar. The brothers were doing a right smart business. Earl, the sheriff was thinking, was the one with the ideas, but he was lazy, lacked drive. That’s were Billy Bob came in. He was the risk taker, the ramrod of the outfit. Together they could go far. It wouldn’t surprise him if Billy Bob didn’t run for political office someday. He had what it takes.

The sheriff waited until the last car pulled out of the driveway, its yellow beams darting off down the street. Tree frogs set up their shrilling trill. A twig snapped under his shoe as he started for the house.

The front door was unlocked. The lights had been dimmed. The rock music, duller now, came from the back of the house somewhere. The sheriff entered quietly, then turned to his right and walked a few steps to another door and opened it.

A naked girl with blonde hair gave him a startled look. She was tied to a straight-backed chair by her wrists and ankles. There was a ball gag in her mouth. On a small table to his right was an envelope. He picked it up and opened it, puffing on the cigar clenched between his teeth.

There was ten thousand dollars inside.

Yes, indeed, business was good–very good!

He took the money out and put it in his wallet. After a moment he took his clothes off. His portly cock was still jerking to an erection as he walked over to the struggling girl…and put his cigar out on her tit.

He picked up a coil of whipcord lying on her lap.

It would have been better if he could have heard her screams without the ball gag…but one can’t have everything, can he?

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The bar was crowded and noisy; smoke hanging in the air like a thick mist. Off to the side, a beautiful woman scanned the room, watching the young and old drink and chatter. Most eyed her as well. At 5’11", Barbara Olsen was formidable; not that she was massive. In fact, she was well toned from her daily workout routine. At 25 years old, her 36C-23-35 figure was perfect, and her straight blonde hair, along with her pale hazel eyes, gave her a goddess look. But it wasn’t just her height. The way she carried herself made her seem confident and domineering.
What didn’t seem to go with her demeanor was the way she was attired — heavy makeup and sexy clothes. She was dressed like a slut in a short black skirt, tight red knit top, dark thigh-high stockings, and 4" pumps. The high heels added to her height and made her taller than most men in the bar. But appearances aren’t always what they seem to be. Barbara Olsen was Officer Olsen of the Phoenix Police Department — an undercover cop in Vice.

Barbara looked upon the people with scorn; she felt so much superior to them. Men seemed weak which turned her off. For a while she thought she might be a lesbian, but her distaste for women, who seemed to succumb to men’s every wishes, was equally strong. Barbara never found a man equal to her so she was very satisfied with her collection of dildos and vibrators.

But here she was, dressed like one of the sluts she despised, waiting for a man to proposition her so that she could slap her cuffs on him and drag his sorry ass to jail. Her team’s mission was to eliminate the "Johns", thus putting the prostitutes out of business.

When approached by guys, Officer Olsen unconsciously clutched the purse which contained her true identity — badge, cuffs, and gun. Once she determined they were not "Johns" she had no interest in them. Some of the men were dared by their buddies to talk to her, but all of them sulked back with their tails — and limp dicks — between their legs. Barbara was a strong-willed woman and no match for their puny attempts at machismo.

"Want a real man?"

Barbara was caught off-guard for a moment as her head turned towards the voice. She had just sent another victim slinking back to his laughing friends. Her eyes had been riveted on the hunched shoulders marking his defeat, and taking silent pleasure of her dominance over him. But what she saw before her now wasn’t a small figure. The large man, easily six and a half feet tall, gave her a knowing smile.

"Pardon me?" Barbara spit back at him.

"You up for some fun?"

The well trained policewoman thought this might be the one. She couldn’t proposition him or it would be entrapment so she said, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, you look like a hot chick, so let’s go back to my place and fuck."

The man’s boldness caused Barbara to shudder. No one ever spoke to her that way. People always cringed when in her presence. But this arrogant man stared her down and she felt her eyes lower for just a moment.

"What do you think I am?" she said as she quickly raised her eyes from their submissive position.

"Just a girl who needs a real man," he boldly stated. "Look, my name’s Fred and you’re dressed to fuck, so why don’t we go back to my place and get it on. No strings attached… just some great sex."

Officer Olsen knew he wasn’t propositioning her. Well, he was propositioning her, but not as a prostitute.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"

"Look lady, you’re the one dressed up like a slut on the make. If you don’t want guys hitting on you, then why the fuck do you dress like that?" he said with a wave of his hand.

It was time for Barbara to put this arrogant bastard in his place and coldly said, "Look wimp, leave me alone. Go to the men’s room and play with your little dick if you need to, but you’re not man enough for me."

Barbara saw the rage in the man’s face and felt fear for one of the few times in her life. She again clutched her purse, ready to pull her gun if necessary. But the man was too quick and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. The suddenness and violence of the move caused her purse to fly from her hand and into the crowd. When the purse hit a seedy character on the shin, he stooped to pick it up and fled the bar.

"Look asshole, I don’t know who you think you are, but if I were you I’d let go," Barbara threatened.

"Maybe the others are afraid of you, but I’m sure not. Bitch, you’ve met your match."

Barbara used her free hand to attempt a vicious blow to the man’s face, but he blocked it with his forearm and locked both of her arms at her sides.

"Let me go!" she hollered. When the man just smiled back at her she said, "I’m a cop. Now let me go."

"Yeah, and I’m the President of the United States."

"No, really. My badge is in my purse," she said with more than a little trepidation in her voice.

They both looked at the floor and scanned the area. Then the man laughed and pressed his lips to hers. Barbara tried to pull away, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards his. Barbara squirmed as he tried to push his tongue into her mouth. When she bit his lower lip he jerked his head back and flashed his teeth like a mad dog. That was the last thing she saw before feeling the hard slap across her face.

Barbara found herself lying on the dirty floor in a daze. Her eyes tried to focus as the room spun around her. She looked up at the many faces glaring down at her. She was not in a position she was accustomed to and tried to stand up, but a massive foot quickly stepped on her just below her large breasts.

"Let me up!" she yelled, trying to dislodge the heavy foot. "I’m a fucking cop!!"

This brought spontaneous laughter from the crowd. The slut who had been teasing and then demeaning everyone in the room was now helplessly sprawled out on the floor and yelling that she was a policewoman… and expecting people to believe her.

"Where’s my purse? My badge is in my purse. Goddamnit, let me up!!"

The man pressed harder with his foot which brought a gasp to Barbara. He said, "Shut up, slut! I think it’s time you learned your lesson. Hey guys, hold her down."

Before Barbara could evade them, her arms were grabbed and pinned to the floor. She pulled and squirmed, but to no avail. She felt helpless for the first time in her life. When the large man removed his foot, the policewoman began kicking and flaying her legs. Everyone near them backed away and then all began laughing again at the sight of the slut aimlessly kicking while her upper body was held in place. By the time Barbara realized it was futile to continue, she had lost one shoe and her short skirt had ridden up to her waist.

Breathing hard, Barbara looked down the length of her body when she felt hands on the naked skin of her thighs. In shock, she helplessly watched the man pull her panties down her long legs. She started kicking again, but he had already stepped back. When he dangled her panties in his hand and pointed between her legs, making obscene comments, Barbara realized her pussy was now exposed so she stopped kicking and crossed one leg over the other.

"Aw, the slut is modest," the man taunted. "The slut doesn’t want anyone to see her cunt." Then looking Barbara in the eye he said, "C’mon slut, spread your legs for us."

If looks could kill, the man would have dropped dead on the spot. Barbara glared at him with icy eyes. He ignored her and stepped on her belly, pushing downward.

"Ummmpphhh!!" Barbara grunted as her breath was expelled.

The man told her again to spread her legs and when she didn’t he pushed down even harder. After about four times, the usually dominant female submissively complied. Totally humiliated, she slowly parted her legs in front of scores of people peering down at her and laughing.

"More," the large man commanded.
Barbara complied, opening up wider and wider until her pussy was completely exposed to the onlookers. She had never been as humiliated as she currently was, but she felt something else too. There was moisture between her legs… she was getting wet.

Why was she getting wet? Barbara was not an exhibitionist, so displaying her charms to complete strangers was not it. What else did she feel? She felt humiliated. How could that be it? She also felt a loss of control… of being submissive. When she thought of that her cunt throbbed and she clenched her vagina muscles. That couldn’t be it… could it? Had she always been waiting for a strong man to tell her what to do?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt hands on her legs. Barbara looked down to see two men, one on each side, pulling her legs apart. The tendons in her thighs told everyone that she was restraining, but she was helpless to stop them. The men were too strong and before she knew it, her legs were wide apart with her skirt bunched at her waist. The catcalls were proof just how displayed she was.

The large man straddled the prone policewoman and sat on her chest. She watched as he fumbled with his belt and pants. Soon his thick cock plopped out in front of her face. Just then she felt a hand on her pussy and bucked her body in response. The man looked behind him and saw what was happening.

"Get your hands off that pussy or I’ll kick your ass," he yelled.

The hand instantaneously was removed and Barbara was relieved. She looked into the large man’s face and was enthralled at his power. He was so strong… so powerful… so domineering. Once again Barbara felt some new moisture seep from her pussy.

"Lick it," the man ordered, pressing his soft, but large, cock against her lips.

"Fuck you!! No way!" Barbara spat.

She had never even touched a man’s penis, let alone with her mouth. But then she felt the man’s hand wedge under his ass and squeeze her tit. It was not a gentle caress, but a powerful hurting one. Barbara squealed in pain.

"Start licking or else…." he threatened, giving the policewoman another hard squeeze.

"Eeooowwww!!!" Barbara howled before slipping her tongue from her mouth. Her tongue flicked at the man’s dick while everyone watched. She was actually licking the man’s cock. She didn’t want to, but he was forcing her. And then she felt it again… the wetness between her legs. He was making her lick his dick and she was getting aroused. How could that be?

The brushing of her wet tongue against the soft meat made it stiffen. As it rose to attention, Barbara’s tongue began stroking the underside of his cock instead of its head. When all 9 inches were erect, the man grabbed his cock and pressed it downward, pushing the tip against Barbara’s lips. She licked his piss-slit several times until she noticed the pressure against her lips and submissively opened her mouth. The head of his cock entered and she clamped her lips around it. Her tongue once again began licking the cock, but now it was inside her mouth. Without thinking, she also began to suck it.

When the man suddenly pulled out of her mouth with a sucking sound, Barbara looked up at him like a child who had a candy taken away. She unconsciously smacked her lips as she stared at the bobbing cock in front of her. The man stood up and walked between her legs which were still being held apart. He dropped to his knees and pressed his large cock-head at the entrance to her pussy. When he pushed the head in, Barbara’s mouth formed an "O" and she moaned.

"Please don’t," she whined. "Don’t fu… do it to me. Please."

The man stared at her with his cock-head just inside her cunt and shouted, "Shut up, slut!! Tell me you want it. Beg me to fuck you."

"No, never!!" she said defiantly. "Get off me."

The man moved his cock in and out about an inch. He saw the expression on Barbara’s face change. She liked it and he knew she did. When he pressed his hard cock against her clit, everyone heard her moan.

"Tell me you want me to rape you," he demanded.

"Never!!"

The man leaned forward causing his cock to slide a little deeper inside her. But the pleasure quickly turned to pain as his hand slapped her face. "Tell me," he yelled, raising his hand in preparation for another blow.

"Okay, okay… do it. Don’t hit me. Do it," Barbara conceded.

"Do what?" he taunted her, raising his hand again.

"Rape me," she whimpered.

"No one heard you," he said smiling down at her. "I want everyone to hear you say it."

"You bastard. Okay… RAPE ME," she shouted, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Beg for it," the man said, moving his cock in and out a little.

Barbara’s hips uncontrollably moved in response to the feeling of his cock rubbing against her lips and hollered, "FUCK ME!! PLEASE FUCK ME. DO IT NOW. FOR GOD’S SAKE, FUCK ME!! I’M BEGGING YOU, FUCK ME NOW!"

Barbara couldn’t believe she was actually begging a stranger to fuck her on the dirty floor in a bar with scores of people watching, but her vagina clamped the hard cock just barely inside it, urging it to move. She was humiliated and aroused. She originally pleaded with him to fuck her because she didn’t want to get slapped again, but now she was sincere. She wanted his cock inside her… she had to have his cock inside her.

"PLEASE FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUCK ME!!" she screamed on her own volition.

The man was pleased with her and rammed all nine inches inside her very wet cunt in one thrust.

"Omigod!" Barbara exclaimed.

The man remained motionless, lying on top of the policewoman’s prone body. Barbara began moving her hips, trying to encourage him to fuck her. She desperately wanted it. She wanted to feel his hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt. The man felt her twitching under him.

"Can’t stay still, huh slut?" he mocked her, making his cock throb inside her for emphasis.

"Please, move. Fuck me," she begged, this time sincerely without being told to.

The man was satisfied and slowly withdrew. He felt the slut’s cunt gripping his cock and knew she was hot. When he was almost entirely out, he rammed back into her without warning. Barbara gasped and moaned. He pulled out and pushed back in… again and again. Barbara’s hips were like a dynamo, bouncing underneath him. She let out a howl as she came, but the man didn’t even pause. He kept pumping his hard cock in and out of her juicy pussy while she was in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of her life.

"Stop… stop. Let me rest," Barbara pleaded, but he kept pounding away. Soon her hips were just as active as before and she began screaming, "YES… FUCK ME… FUCK ME HARD!!"

The man continued as both bodies perspired profusely. People in the bar were cheering, but that only increased the policewoman’s arousal. They were watching her being fucked and she liked it. She felt so helpless, being forced to succumb to the man, and she loved it. She wanted the whole world to see her now… to see her submit to the large, powerful man. She was his. He owned her body and soul.

Barbara didn’t even know when the others released their hold on her legs, but her long limbs were now wrapped around the man’s body. Clamping her legs around him gave her the ability to hump upwards more and she was rewarded with his cock penetrating deeper. Her head was moving from side to side, the dirt from the floor coating her blonde hair, and she was grunting and moaning for all to hear. Her arms were still held flat on the floor and she wished they would let go so that she could wrap them around the man fucking her, but being held down seemed to add to her enjoyment. She was powerless to resist the onslaught even if she wanted to… and that made her want to less.

She felt another orgasm approaching and began screaming out obscenities. She was a madwoman… a slut… yelling for a stranger to fuck her. She strained her arms, trying to free them, but was not strong enough. She was weak… submissive… helpless. That thought sent her over the edge and her legs gripped the man’s waist tightly as her hips moved rapidly. She came even harder than the first time, screaming unintelligibly. While her body shuddered in bliss, she felt the man stiffen and then his hot cum fill her. Spurt after spurt entered her pussy, and she used her vagina muscles to suck every last ounce out of his cock.
Barbara’s legs limply fell to the floor as the two lay quietly together. There was a hush in the room as all waited. The man finally pulled back, causing his cock to plop from Barbara’s juicy cunt. When he was on his knees between her spread legs he ordered the men holding her arms to let go. He stood up and stared down at the woman who was no longer restrained. She gazed up at him and smiled, not even bothering to close her legs as people watched his sperm drip from her hole and slide down to her ass.

"Will you suck my cock again?" he said as a question, but with authority.

"Yes, I’ll do whatever you want," Barbara answered, submissively.

Fred looked around and spotted a vacant chair. He sat on it and waited. Barbara watched his every move and when she saw him sit down said, "Tell me what to do."

"Crawl over here and suck my cock," he responded.

To everyone’s amazement, the tall woman who had put down everyone who tried to talk to her, crawled on her hands and knees to the man. She didn’t even bother pulling her skirt down and the crowd watched her tight butt wiggle as she crawled. Those behind her saw the cum seep from her cunt and drip down the inside of her thigh.

When Barbara got close, the man spread his knees and the policewoman crawled between them. She looked at his soft cock, covered with both their discharges. It was slimy and should have made her sick, but instead she knew what the dominant man wanted, and therefore she wanted to do it. He owned her. He was her master and that made her his… slave. Just the thought of calling herself his slave sent shivers throughout her body and a tingling between her legs. She was on her knees in a crowded bar, naked from the waist down with cum dripping out of her pussy, and was about to suck a stranger’s cock that had just cum inside her… and she was excited about it.

Barbara lifted the messy dick in her fingertips and licked it while looking up at the man’s face. His smile encouraged her so she licked the goo off the soft shaft a few more times before stuffing it in her warm mouth. She felt it begin to harden immediately so she continued licking and sucking until it was fully erect and throbbing in her mouth. The man grabbed her hair and forced her head up and down. This only added to her excitement and she didn’t even mind when the cock jammed into her throat causing her to gag. He was using her… using her mouth to get off. Barbara felt new wetness between her legs and knew she wanted to do this forever.

The man kept pulling her head up by her hair and pushing it down onto his cock. Soon his cock penetrated deeper and deeper, filling her throat. Barbara gagged occasionally, but not all the time. She had learned to accept his cock in her throat. Soon the man was thrusting his hips upwards, fucking her face. Barbara accepted it and squeezed her legs together to enhance the sensation she felt in her pussy. The man pulled her head down to his lap and let out a yell as he shot his sperm down her throat. That was all it took and Barbara clamped her legs together as she came again, without even touching herself. The powerful orgasm of the man she was servicing caused her to climax. Barbara moved her head back a little and allowed her mouth to be a receptacle for his sperm which she swirled around her tongue before swallowing it. When the man finished cumming, Barbara sucked the remaining drops from his drooping cock and then sat on the floor at his feet.

The man stared down at her and stood up, pulling up and closing his pants. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the bar, leaving the policewoman sitting on the floor with her skirt at her waist and her legs apart. She looked at the empty chair and saw a brown object. She got up on her knees and picked up the man’s wallet. She stood up and pulled her skirt down. She looked around, but couldn’t locate the missing shoe so she kicked the other one off and walked out of the bar barefoot.

* * * *

Fred Marsh stood at his front door staring dumbly at the tall police officer in the dark blue uniform. "Can I help you?" he asked.

The policewoman removed her hat and shook out the blonde hair that was hidden beneath it. "Is this your wallet?" she asked, holding out the brown leather object.

The six and a half foot tall man gasped, realizing who was standing before him. It was the woman from the bar. She had said she was a cop but he didn’t believe her. He took the wallet and then backed up as Barbara moved towards him. Once both were inside, she slammed the door shut causing the large man to jump.

"Up against the wall and spread them," she ordered.

The man had watched enough crime movies to understand her command. He placed his palms against the wall and spread his legs. The policewoman stepped behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. She almost massaged his shoulders before rubbing her hands up and down his back and sides searching for a concealed weapon. When her hands reached around to his front, he felt her large breasts press against his back.

Barbara then stepped back and, starting at his hips, slid her hands down the outside of his legs. When satisfied, she moved her hands to the inside of his legs and moved them up towards his crotch. Just before getting there she placed both palms on his butt and kneaded the firm flesh. Only then did one hand move between his legs and cup his cock.

"Hmmmm, what have we got here?" the policewoman asked.

Something didn’t seem right to Fred. Why was a woman officer frisking a male? Why was she alone? He concluded that she wasn’t really a police officer, but was just made up to look like one and planned to get even with him. He made up his mind to foil her plan.

"That’s my big cock," he said boldly. "I think you know what kind of weapon it is." Fred pushed his butt back against the policewoman which caused her to sprawl onto her back. He turned around and snickered down at her. "So slut, back for more? You need my big cock, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Barbara said, but half-heartedly.

"Take it out!" he demanded.

The policewoman wasn’t sure why she had come to the man’s house alone… after not reporting what happened in the bar. But when she looked up at the large man looming over her, hearing him bark at her, she felt all rubbery… and her pussy began to moisten. Instead of rebuking him, she got onto her knees and undid his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. She saw the lump in his boxers and licked her lips. Then her fingers grabbed the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down also.

The man put his hand on Barbara’s head for support and said, "Take them off."

As he lifted one foot at a time, Barbara obediently struggled to pull his clothes from his feet. When he was free of his pants and boxers, naked from the waist down, the policewoman looked up at him while still on her knees.

"Suck it," he ordered.

Barbara felt the tingle in her pussy as she reached up for his cock. Once in her hand, she squeezed it a few times before stuffing it in her mouth. Fred grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face up against his pubic hair. His soft cock filled her mouth and then began to grow. Barbara felt it expand inside her mouth and tried desperately to pull back, but the powerful man held her face pressed against his body. His cock grew and grew, looking for a place to go… and found the opening to her throat. The policewoman kneeled helplessly before the large man while his hard 9 inch cock forced its way down her throat.

Barbara panicked, thinking she would suffocate, and quickly learned to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. But just when she thought she’d survive, Fred began fucking her face, ramming his hard cock in and out of her throat. Barbara didn’t know if she was going to throw up or pass out, but when she felt the man forcefully fucking her face she had a series of small orgasms.

Fred looked down at the woman. Her hat had fallen off when he pressed her face to his body, but other than that she was in full uniform. He was violently feeding his cock into the mouth of what looked like a policewoman. He was so excited he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He suddenly pulled his cock from the policewoman’s gagging mouth.
"Finish me with your hand," he yelled breathlessly. "Open your mouth and aim my cock at it. Do it now!!"

Barbara didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed his saliva slick dick in her hand and began pumping it fast. She pointed it towards her face and opened her mouth wide, even sticking her tongue out without being told to. She wanted to be humiliated… to succumb to this powerful man. She was his and would do anything he told her to. So now she was fisting his 9 inch cock, ready to get showered in his cum.

The policewoman didn’t have long to wait. She saw the first load of cum fly towards her and felt it splatter on her forehead and drip down into one eye. With that eye closed, Barbara aimed the cock lower and stuck her tongue out further. She received the next load on her nose and upper lip but, while he was cumming, she pointed his dick a little lower and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot sperm. She kept wanking him, causing his cock to erratically move up and down and from side to side, splattering her face and hair with cum, in addition to what she caught in her mouth and on her tongue. When the man stopped cumming, the policewoman dropped her hand to her side and looked up at him — with only one eye open — while still on her knees.

"That was great," Fred said when he was able to speak again. "I sure hope the place you rented that costume doesn’t charge you extra for cleaning. Hahaha."

Barbara looked down and saw what he meant. His cum had landed and dripped onto her uniform shirt, clearly visible on the dark blue colour. But she didn’t understand his meaning about a costume. Then it hit her.

"This isn’t a costume," she explained, "I am a police officer."

"Yeah right."

Barbara took a hanky from her pocket and wiped the cum from her closed eye. She then produced a thin wallet-like object from her pocket and flipped it open. Fred gulped when he saw her picture identification and badge. After a moment of silence he put it all together.

"Okay, you’re a policewoman," he admitted. Barbara acknowledged by nodding her head. "But you’re a slut too… aren’t you?"

The policewoman was silent for a moment and then lowered her eyes in shame. She knew she was his slut, but couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

"Okay slut, get those clothes off," Fred said, hoping he read the situation correctly.

To his glee, Barbara stood up and carefully removed her utility belt and gun, laying it on the floor. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, leaving her in a lacy bra. Her highly polished shoes came off next, followed by her dark pants. Standing before Fred in bra and panties, Barbara no longer looked like a police officer… she looked like an Amazon goddess.

Fred picked up Barbara’s hat and handed it to her. She understood what he expected and put it on her head. Now she was standing in her underwear while wearing her police hat. Fred smiled at the exotic sight. Reaching behind her back, Barbara unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor. Her large, but firm, 36C tits stood out proudly. Finally, Barbara stepped out of her panties, leaving herself completely naked except for the police hat on her head.

"Give me the panties," Fred ordered.

Barbara submissively held them out for him. Fred took them and brought them to his face.

"They’re drenched," he told her something she already knew, but it was humiliating to hear it. "The fuckin’ slut is all excited, aren’t you?"

Barbara held her head down and quietly said, "Yes."

"You liked sucking my cock."

"Yes."

"You liked me cumming on your face."

"Yes."

"You liked eating my cum."

"Yes."

"What else do you want?"

The moment of truth had come. A simple ‘yes’ wasn’t the answer. She either had to grab her clothes and get out of there or admit what she truly was.

"I want you to rape me," she said, choosing the submissive slut role.

"Then get me hard again, slut."

Barbara dropped to her knees and began pulling on Fred’s cock. When it began to harden she pushed it into her mouth and began sucking. Fred couldn’t believe the sight. A naked policewoman, wearing her police hat, was on her knees sucking his cock. Soon it was at full mast and Fred yanked it from her mouth.

"Okay slut, lean over the arm of the couch."

Barbara turned and scanned the room. She located the couch and scurried to it, draping her sleek body over the arm. Fred saw her look over her shoulder, still wearing the police hat, with her naked ass sticking out. He took the few steps and stood behind her.

"If you want it, put it inside your cunt."

Barbara’s hand snaked between her legs and located his hard cock. She guided it to her wet opening and pressed it into her. Before she even had the opportunity to remove her hand, Fred plowed his cock into her pussy — balls deep. The policewoman grunted, but wiggled her backside encouraging him to proceed — to fuck her!

But Fred didn’t move. He simply pressed his belly against her ass with his cock inside her pussy. Barbara tried moving… to get his cock to slide in and out of her burning cunt, but it didn’t do any good.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me," she pleaded. He hadn’t told her to beg, but she was desperate. "FUCK ME!!! FOR GOD’S SAKE, FUCK ME!!!" she screamed.

That’s what Fred needed to hear. He put his hands on her hips for leverage and pulled his cock mostly out. Barbara moaned her delight, and then grunted when he thrust it back inside. He moved his cock in and out of her, picking up speed as he continued. Barbara kept moaning and moaning as wave after wave of orgasms consumed her body. This was what she needed… to bend over a couch while a powerful man thrust his large cock in and out of her. She was his slut… his slave. She only wanted to please him… and get pleased by him. She understood the only way she would get pleasure would be to submit to him.

Fred looked at the woman bent over his couch. He watched his cock ram in and out of her. He listened to her moans. He looked at the police hat atop the head of a completely naked woman. He wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world. And he did just that. He rammed his hard cock in and out of her slick twat for over 20 minutes before exploding inside her.

THE END

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This rape story is from master baters site

My name is Erica Robinson. I’m about five nine I have short Blonde hair and Nice 36c perky breast. I” a very athletic person. I have been a member of my high schools cheer leading team for the past four years. This is a story of how a couple of punks to advantage of me when they could have been helping me. Let me explain.

I was watching our house while my parents were out of town. My little brother is only 188 and my parents didn’t trust him to be alone in our house alone. They also knew that I was a very innocent girl. I had a lot of friends, but I liked my time alone. I never got in any trouble and my boyfriend was the captain of my schools football time. I never did anything more than kissing him. I let him feel my breast once, but that was it. Needless to say he was a horny fool always trying to get me to do more with him, but I wouldn’t do it. I was saving myself for marriage. Little did I know that was about to change?

My little bother’s name is Nick. I let him have a couple of his friends over while mom and dad were gone so he wouldn’t bother me the entire time. The friends of his that were staying with us that weekend were Mike and Logan both kids are 18. They were both DORKS. Mike was captain of his chess team and Logan was Black. Being black made him a dork by default was I come from. I really didn’t like those two, but I let them stay with us because I knew they were Nick’s friends.

What really got on my nerves was the way they would look at me. It was like they were always thing about getting me naked. Once I caught Logan, that black little shit, going through my panties. I hid watching him wack off to one of my thongs while he was looking at my cheerleading picture. When he came he shot his load all over my panties. He then put them back in my dresser. I got so sick just thinking about his cum being on my panties. I should have stopped him, but I was afraid. Little did I know that he was just practicing for the future.

It was Friday night and I was sitting around the house in some short running shorts and a cut off shirt. I could hear the boys talking about how they could see my thong. To make matters worse the boys kept trying to look down my shirt every chance they got. It was about nine when someone knocked at the door. I tried to look out our peep whole but whoever it was had it covered, so I figured it was most likely one of my friends trying to scare me. When I opened the door there was a homeless looking man with a knife standing there.

He quickly through me back and came in the house. I started scream.

"Were’s your money bitch, I want it all cunt".

By this time the boys came down stairs. The man picked me up and put the knife to my throat and told them he would kill me if they tried anything stupid.

He then ordered them to go back up stairs. He took me with them, keeping the knife to my throat the entire time. Once we got up stairs he led us all into the first room he saw. It happened to be my bedroom. He ordered the three boys to get down on the floor. Then he took me and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and locked each of my hands to my bedpost. He then sat down and admired his handy work. He placed one of his hands on my long muscular legs. He slowly moved up them till he got to my shorts then put his hand on my stomach and moved it up my shirt till he was cupping one of my breasts. I started screaming for him to stop. My boyfriend hadn’t even gotten his hands under my shirt before.

The man smiled and said I’m going to search your house then you and I are going to have some fun. I started crying. It was then that I realized that the boys had just sat there watching the entire time.

As the man got up to leave the room he looked at the boys and said, "She’s all yours till I get back, that should keep you here and out of trouble".

I looked at the boys’ faces as the man left the room. They look excited.

I began begging them to help me escape. "He’s going to rape me, you guys have to help me get out of here. They started whispering to each other. Then Nick got up of the floor and got on to my bed next to me.

He said, "Erica you are one sexy girl, If you just go with the flow it won’t hurt as bad."

He then started kissing me I kept trying to fight him off, but it was hard to with my arms tied behind my head. He slid his cold hands up my shirt. This resulted in my nipples becoming hard as rocks. After lifting my shirt up he bent over and slowly pealed back my bra slowly revealing one of my dime-sized nipples. He started sucking it as hard as he could.

I was crying, but I still forced the words out, "Nick I’m your sister please help me and stop".

He stopped sucking on my breast and slapped me. He then went back to sucking on one of my nipples while on of his hands slid into the front of my shorts and into my thong. He leaned back and said, " You don’t have any hair downs there, oh my God you shave your cunt."

I was so embarrassed. He fingered me while the other boys watched. Then he got up and took off his pants and boxers. His little six-inch dick was as hard as a rock. He straddled me putting his dick in my face.

He said, "Suck it Erica, if you don’t I’ll let these two fuck your brains out".

Crying as hard as I ever had, I opened my mouth. He then forced his dick deep into my mouth and down my throat. He began slowly pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. He would go in my mouth till his balls where resting on my chin. I was so disgusted. He kept pumping. His pumps started to get faster and faster.

He kept saying, "oh shit you know how to suck a dick, you feel so good. When I cum you better swallow it or I’ll let Logan cum in you."

With tears rolling down my face I knew I had know choice. He began moaning and I could taste his precum. Suddenly he shot his hot load in my mouth. It quickly filled my mouth up. He kept his dick in my mouth forcing me to swallow all of his cum.

The other two boys where screaming, "Swallow it you slut". When he was assured I had swallowed all of his love juice Nick got off me as the boys cheered him on. He bent over and said, " Thanks Erica, you give great head".

Mike and Logan’s hard-ones were poking through their pants. I was so afraid of what they were going to do to me. Logan went over to the phone and began quietly dialling. Thinking that he was calling for help I said, " Thank you Logan, and make sure you tell them to hurry". Then I heard what he was saying to the voice on the other line. It was his big brother Terrence. Logan was telling him what had happen to me offering Terrence a chance to have his way with me.

Terrence played football with my boyfriend he was about 6 feet tall and 210 pounds. I couldn’t hear what Logan was saying, but he started laughing and then he hung up the phone.

"You little shit, Logan. You could have called for help."

Suddenly the homeless guy walked into the room. He saw the cum on my lips and asked who did it. Nick said that he had forced me to suck his dick. The guy just looked at Nick and said, "You boys keep up the good work."

He walked over to me and lifted up my shirt. He then bent over and forced one of my breasts out of my bra. He then started sucking the shit out of my tit. While his other hand slid down the front of my pants. He said, "You keep it shaved huh, I like that". After fingering me for about a minute he left the room.

I was crying so hard I guess I didn’t notice that Logan had made his way next to the bed.

Nick said, "I think you should fuck that racist bitch". "NO!!!" I screamed.

Logan just smiled and moved on to the bed next to me. He forced me to look at him while he fingered me. He then got up and undid his pants.

"Suck bitch", he said while he his hard foot long dick slapped my face.

"No Logan please don’t do this", I said before he forced his dick down my throat he just sat there pumping my face. Suddenly, he broke free he got on top of me. He reached up my shirt and tore off my bra. I sat there crying and begging him to stop as he mauled my breast. He kept sucking and licking my hard nipples. He laughed as my sobs made my breast bounce.

" Do you think your little shaved white cunt could take all of me, huh, I bet that you want to feel my black snake inside your tight cunt, don’t you!!! ". "No", I screamed. " You can do me my mouth if you want but please don’t put it in me. I’m a virgin".

"Not for long", he said as he backed himself down the bed. With a quick yank, he pulled down my shorts. This left me in my white G-string thong. I heard a clicking sound and then I saw a bright flash. Mike was taking pictures with my Polaroid camera while Logan had his way with me. I kept begging him to stop, but Logan just laughed at me as he put his hands on both sides of my thong. He then slowly pulled it down exposing my shaved slit to all the boys. Mike handed Logan so hand lotion that was on the dresser. Logan began rubbing it all over his shaft, that he did the same to my slit. He bent over as he rubbed his dick head up and down my slit.

He said, " get ready cunt". He then began to force his dick into my tight little slit. "Huh", he moaned while his dick penetrated me. It took a couple long minutes but finally he had his dick totally up inside of me. I was crying my eyes out. I couldn’t believe that I was naked with this black son of a bitch in between my legs, raping me in front of my brother and mike. Logan said, "don’t worry I won’t last to long". "God you’re so tight", he said as he thrust his dick deep inside of me. He started sucking my tits, while his dick slid in and out of me. He kept pumping my body up and down.

I said, "Please don’t cum in my Logan I’m not on the pill, you might knock me up". I could till that he was to busy enjoying my little tight slit to hear me. Suddenly he began groaning really load as his strokes got deeper and deeper in me. Then it happened. I felt a warm flow of cum push its way deep into my cunt. He stayed on top of my pumping me full of his cum. He kept grabbing my head making me look at his black ass, while he milked his dick inside of my tight love box. Slowly he pulled out of me. He put his dick up to my lips and said, "suck it clean". I opened my mouth and sucked his Cherrie popping dick clean. I could taste his salty cum as he slowly pumped my face.

He then said, " we will be doing that a lot more often if you don’t want these pictures to get out." All three of the boys sat there laughing at me. I was enraged. I couldn’t believe that Logan had just pumped me full of his cum in front of those boys. It was bad enough to get raped, but in front of two-scum bag little perverts. I thought I was going to through up as I felt mike slid his hands up my naked body. He started squeezing and sucking my tits. I knew it wouldn’t be long till he took his turn.

Mike grabbed the back of my head and forced my open mouth down on his dick. Me then lean over me on the bed, so he had a knee on either side of my head. He then began fucking my head as hard as he could. Logan sat to the side taking pictures as mikes tight ball sack kept slamming into my chin. He keep saying, " Yeah bitch take my cock, come on your going to make cum, your going to be my cum slut aren’t you". I could speak with his organ in my mouth. I kept begging God to keep mike from cumming in my mouth, but it didn’t help.

Mike began groaning, and moaning then he started jerking and shaking as his warm load shot down my throat. I was coaching on his cum. It was clear that I had no other choice so I swallowed all of his cum, while he kept pumping away at my face. Finally he got off me. He said, "Thanks sexy, that was real nice of you".

I was on the verge of passing out when the guy who was robbing us walked in the room. He started undressing as he ordered the boys to watch a man rape me. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak. He easily made his way between my legs. After putting some lotion on his dick he began forcing his dick inside of me. With one of his hands on one of my tits and the other on my head forcing me to look at him while he pumped his cock in and out of my tight slit. I finally stopped my useless attempts to get him off me. The result of this was I would let out a grunt as he pumped my body up and down. He kept sucking on my nipples.

He ordered Nick to take pictures while this guy was fucking me. He didn’t have to ask Nick twice, He quickly grabbed the camera and started cheering the guy on while snapping pictures of my brutal rape. This guy smelled like trash. He was most likely a homeless loser. I was so embarrassed that this homeless guy was fucking me so hard that I couldn’t help but grunt as he fucked me into my mattress. As he began going harder on me, I knew he was close to cumming.

He put both hands on my head and said, " Here you go slut, huh" With that I felt a wave of his cum flowing from his cock deep inside of me. I screamed, "NO!" He just sat there and waited for his dick to get limp and pop out of me. When it finally did, he got off me and began looking at the picture Nick had taken of my rape. He put a couple in his pocket, and gave the rest back to Nick. He said, " here, you keep these. You should be able to enjoy her more often now". After this he looked at me and said, "I’m going to keep a couple of pictures so I can remember you, How knows maybe I’ll come back for another round some day". He then bent over and began forcing his tongue down my throat. Finally he got up and finished getting dressed.

"Thanks slut, I’ll see you around", he said as he left the room. "Oh by the way here’s the keys to her cuffs", he said as he gave them to Logan. "I’d have some more fun with her if I was you". With that he left the room. After that I passed out.

When I woke up I was in a cut off tee shirt without a bra on and I was wearing my new thong. My thong was tight and white, it also had string on either side of it, so you could both tie and untie it. I also noticed that my hands wear cuffed together in front of me I was no longer cuffed to the bed. I couldn’t help but wonder why the boys had changed my clothes. I was all alone in my room so I got up off the bed and noticed that there were pictures of me in various poses all over me dresser. Well that explains why I was dressed the way I was. God only knows what else those boys did to me while I was out.

Suddenly Terrence (Logan’s big brother) entered the room. "Well, well what do we have here", he said as he approached me. "Terrence please help me, I’ve been raped". He said, "don’t worry baby I’ll help you". With that he slapped me across my face. He hit me so hard I landed with my back against the bed. He quickly got on top of me. He said, " I’ve never had a white cunt before, but that’s about to change isn’t it". He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife and put it to my throat and said, "don’t move or I’ll cut you". With that he set the knife down and placed one of his hands on my hard stomach. He began kissing me as he slowly ran his hand up my shirt. He then started squeezing my breast, and twisting my nipples forcing them to get hard. With a quick flick he forced my shirt up exposing both my breast. My pink hard nipples stood out against his dark black mouth as he sucked away. He then suddenly flipped me over on my stomach. He then gave my ass a quick slap making it bounce a little.

He said, " I like that". He then moved behind me and began undoing his pants I begged him to stop as I was squirming around on the bed. I turned my head only to see his foot long and two-inch thick dick fully exposed. I started crying at the thought of that thing working its way inside of me. He put one of his hands on the back of my head forcing it down on the bed. I was on my knees with my long muscular legs leading to my butt, which was up in the air. I felt Terrance begin untying the sides of my thong. With a quick yank, He ripped my little white thong off my body. He then began forcing the head of his monstrous dick against the opening of my little slit.

" I’m going to fuck the shit out of your little tight cunt". He then began slowly working his long black cock up inside of me. It probably took close to five minutes before his cock was fully enjoying my little white love slit. " Huh, damn I love your tight little white cunt. Suddenly I noticed that our camcorder was set up next to the bed and it was on. Oh my God, he was recording this. "What would everyone at school say". He was pumping the shit out of me from behind. The result was my ass was jiggling after each pump. He had one hand holding a handful of my blonde hair and the other hand was under my shirt squeezing my tit. He was pumping my ass so hard I hadn’t even notice that Nick had come in the room to watch his sister gets taken from behind.

"Please help me Nike!!, I’ll suck you off again just make this nigger stop". Terrence got really pissed that I called him a nigger. He pulled his dick out of my slit and began forcing it up my ass. "No!", I screamed. He said, " oh, oooohhh, your ass is so tight. You like my black cock don’t you. Tell me you like it bitch. If you do I’ll stop". I felt like he was going to rip me in two as he barred his dick deep into my ass. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he pumped me up and down. My ass was really bouncing as his cock forced its way up my ass.

I had no choice, so I said it, " I love your black cock". "Beg me not to stop fucking you", he said. "Please don’t ever stop fucking me with your long black dick". I sighed in relief as he pulled his dick out of my ass. I thought maybe he would jack off on me, but I was wrong. He quickly put his love rod back into my slit he pumped my slit from behind for a couple of minutes. Then he finally let out a load grunt; I started crying because I could feel him cumming inside of me. He was filling me up with what felt like a gallon of cum. I looked a Nick. He was jacking off. As soon as Terrence pulled out Nick took his place. I just let out grunts as he pumped me from behind. He didn’t last very long. With both his hands on my hips he thrust his dick deep in me so he could cum deep inside of my slit. He held onto my hips slowly pumping his cum out of his dick. When he was sure that he had finished he got off me. I was so humiliated.

I couldn’t believe that my first time had been with a boy, a black boy. The thought of my brother riding me from behind made me burst out in tears. My body was so tiered from the abuse it had taken that it didn’t take long before I fell asleep on the bed.

I woke up to Nick telling me to get up and get dressed. I was so confused that I just did what he said. I notice that he had pick out the clothes he wanted me to wear. It was on of my cut off tee shirts and another one of my little white thongs. I hesitated at first but I could tell he was growing impatient so I quick put the clothes on my naked body. He just smiled at me and said, "Now remember if you don’t do what I say those pictures of you getting fucked will find their way around your school".

I couldn’t believe my little brother was black mailing me. Suddenly I saw Tommy the boy from next-door enter into the room. I rushed to cover myself. Tommy is retarded and fat. I hated just looking at him. You had to feel bad for him though because all the other boys picked on him so much. Nick grabbed me by my arm and through on the floor. He said, "If don’t want everyone to find out you’ve been plugged by me and my friends you better do what I tell you to do".

I knew things were about to get really bad. Nick’s friend mike came back in the room with the video camera. Nick said, " undo Tommy-boy’s pants and suck him off". I begged nick not to make me do this. I mean Tommy was only about 10 years old. I couldn’t suck some fat, retarded little boy’s dick. I just couldn’t, but I knew if I didn’t that everyone would see those pictures of Logan fucking me.

Slowly I walked over to Tommy. He just sat there smiling. "What an asshole", I thought. Once in front of him I got on my knees. My face was right in front of his crotch. I undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. I was so humiliated. I then pulled his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. His dick was about as limp as they come. I looked a Nick he just smiled and said, "Open up sis". I opened my mouth and with one hand I placed his limp penis in it. I began sucking away at, it all the boys started cheering. "Go, go, go", they kept saying. I could fill his dick growing in my mouth. He began letting out groans of pleasure. He placed both of his hands on either side of my head and began moving his hips while I sucked. He was face raping me!!!

It wasn’t long till his balls started slapping my chin. He kept going like that for a while. Then he stopped. Nick and mike grabbed my arms and through me down on the bed. Meanwhile Tommy got fully undressed. "No don’t let him do me, please nick stop it, I’ll swallow his cum, but please don’t let him do me!!!" The boys just started laughing. I was pined down to the bed. The video camera was recording and I knew I was about to be fucked by a retard. Tommy pulled my thong off with ease.

I kept begging him to stop, but the others to him that I really wanted it to happen. Forcing my legs apart I watched as he put lotion on his dick. Then he put his dick up to my slit, and with one quick thrust he burred himself in me. I buckled as he rammed his dick in and out of me. With the other to boys holding me down his hands were free to explore my body. He pulled up my shirt and sucked the shit out of my nipples. My back was arched he was fucking me so hard. When one of my nipples wasn’t in his mouth he would let out a grunt. He kept pumping and riding the shit out of me. I begged him to pull out; I told him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. but he didn’t care. He just kept riding me. " She’s so tight, I feel like I’m going to shoot something out of my pee pee.

Nick said, "that means you’re about to cum". Make sure that you get it all the way up her when you do. Tommy started really fucking me fast and hard, the entire time he kept one of my breast in his mouth. Then it happened. He let out the most God-awful sound as he filled me with what felt like Gallons and Gallons of cum. I could feel his warm cum rushing out of my slit and sliding down my leg. He held himself it me for about 10 minutes before he pulled out. Everyone was laughing at me.

Mike undid his pants and flipped me over Tommy and Nick held my arms down while Mike slid his dick up my ass. He pumped away for a few minutes before cumming in my ass. I stopped fighting after that. The boys and all of their friends took turn after turn doing me throughout the year. Now that I’m pregnant they won’t touch me except for Tommy. He loves my breast milk. I still try to fight them off, but I am always reminded of the video of that God awful night.

SCREAM AND CREAM - Rape the bitch, cum inside and make her pregnant!

Author of this rape story is Neo

Emily was a pretty 18 year old who lived alone with her mother. She was kind of shy and didn’t have many friends. Several of the older girls often teased and picked on her, especially her next door neighbour, Angela, a 23 year old  who would be graduating the following year. She was also a cheerleader, girlfriend of Darby, the captain of the football team, and extremely popular. That was why Emily was extremely surprised when, as she was walking down the sidewalk one warm Sunday morning, Angela and three of her cheerleader friends, pulled up beside her and asked, “Hey Emi, some of us are camped down at Miller’s lake. We won’t be coming home until tonight. We just came into town to pick some things up. Want to come hang out with us for awhile? I’ll run you back later.”

“Sure!” the girl replied, delighted. “Let me just go tell my mom.”

“Don’t bother,” Angela went on. “We’ll have you back before she knows you are gone.”

“OK,” she agreed, not wanting to miss the opportunity, and got into the car.

About an hour later they arrived at a remote location on the shore of the lake. There were several tents up and some more of the cheerleader girls, about ten all in all were there.

“Well,” came a male voice from Emily’s left. “I see you got it, babe.”

Turning, Emily saw Darby and nine other members of the football team, all boyfriends of the cheerleaders.

“Sure did,” Angela replied. “You like it, Hon?”

“Yeah, let’s get it unwrapped.”

Emily looked around but didn’t see anything resembling a package.

“Oh,” remarked Angela. “Didn’t I tell you? It’s Darby’s birthday and I brought him a present. ——- You!”

Suddenly all the cheerleaders grabbed her and forced her down to the ground on her back. She tried to struggle and was screaming her head off but they held her too securely and ignored her cries. At that point Darby stepped forward and, reaching down, grabbed her by the throat, choking off her screams along with her air. Then he doubled up his other massive fist and held it in front of her face saying, “Either you quiet down and behave yourself or I punch your teeth down your throat!”

She instantly forced herself to stop struggling and he let go of her throat permitting her to breath once again. Kneeling down the boy straddled her and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“P-please!” she began to beg. “Please don—!”

SMACK! He slapped her so hard her eyes blurred.

“Please SIR,” he instructed her. “You don’t open your dumb mouth without saying Sir or ma’am, you got that?”

“Y-yes Sir!” she complied. “I’m sorry Sir!”

He had her unbuttoned now and flipped the blouse open. She was wearing a pretty lace trimmed bra which he quickly cut away from her with his pocket knife. Then he placed his hands on both her firm young breasts and began squeezing and pinching.

“Not huge,” he remarked. “But a nice handful or mouthful. Let’s see how they taste.” Lowering his face he sucked in a mouthful of her left breast and began sucking, licking, and biting (not hard enough to break the skin but enough to cause pain). No boy had ever touched her there and she was mortified!

“Please Sir!” she begged again. “Please stop!”

He ignored her and unzipped the jeans she was wearing and raised up a bit. From behind him someone pulled off her sandals then slid the jeans down over her feet and off. Then her now bare legs were pulled apart again and held there. Now her only covering were here little pink panties which he used his knife to dispense with just as he had the bra. One of his hands went to her pussy and began stroking and rubbing. Tears began to flow from Emily’s eyes. Darby started rubbing his bulging crotch through his pants as he inserted a couple of fingers inside her and began probing. Emily thought she would die of shame!

“Hey, babe!” Darby called out. “She’s still a cherry! Great present!”

“I’m glad you like it,” replied Angela. They were talking about Emily as if she were just a dumb THING unable to hear or feel. It filled her with revulsion —– and fear! If they thought of her that way what might they do to her?

Darby shifted and got in between Emily’s widely spread legs. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the size of his hard dick as he took it from his pants and brought it to the edge of her opening. She opened her mouth to protest once again but his mouth mashed down upon hers. She tried to turn her face aside but Angela grabbed her by the hair and kept her head anchored in place saying, “You ungrateful bitch! When my boyfriend gives a worthless little whore like you the honour of kissing you don’t you EVER try to turn away!” Darby’s tongue forced its way inside her mouth and began raping it as a prelude to raping her cunt with his cock.

Suddenly the boy lurched forward and his massive member invaded her cunt all the way to the hilt. Emily stiffened and jumped just a little as she felt herself being filled, her delicate hymen stretched —– then TORN! At that point the poor girl just slumped in despair. What had just been taken from her could never be gotten back. There was nothing left for her to defend or plead for. She just lay there and let him pummel her until finally he shot his load deep within her. When he got up and made some crude remark about the delights of getting a cherry first thing in the morning she didn’t even bother to look at him. Sensing her lack of resistance, the girls who had been holding her down let her go. She didn’t even try to close her widely spread legs or cover her bruised and sore breasts with her arms. She just lay there motionless as Darby stepped away from her and said, “Next!” Another football player took his place between naked Emily’s legs.

The second boy took out his cock and descended on Emily. The girl continued to lie there passively as he shoved into her and began pumping. After a few minutes, to her surprise, he pulled out of her and stood up. Then he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her painfully to her feet. “You lazy cunt!” he growled. “Think you are just lay there and do nothing? I’ll teach you what happens to cunts who don’t fuck back!” Before Emily knew what was happening he half dragged, half pushed her toward a large fallen log. She tried to struggle but he twisted one of her arms behind her back and threatened to break it if she didn’t behave herself. He shoved her over the log face down, the rough bark scraping and abrading her breasts, stomach, and thighs and yelled, “Help me hold this bitch down.”

Football players and cheerleaders alike answered his call. Emily’s wrists and ankles were held outstretched and immobile. She felt a pair of large hands grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen she cried out, “Oh God no! Please Sir! Please not there! I’ll make it good for you if you do it in my cunt, Sir, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL! I AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

He PLUNGED into her tight little asshole with no lubrication. Emily thought she was being ripped apart. She continued to scream and plead but he just laughed at her and continued to brutally rape her ass until he came and pumped cum into her rectum. When he finished and withdrew the group let go of Emily. She lay there for a moment slumped over the log sobbing then a third boy smacked her face and told her, “Suck my cock, whore, unless you want another ass fucking.” Desperate to prevent a repeat of that horror, the girl quickly got down on her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. For a fleeting moment she thought of biting. She could hurt him, hurt him BAD. But then what would he and the others do to her? She rejected the idea and obediently started licking and sucking.

“Why the fuck aren’t you doing anything with your hands, cunt?” the boy fucking her face asked her as he slapped her again. “Start playing with my balls!”

She did as she was told wondering how long this nightmare would last.

“Make sure you swallow every drop,” her attacker commanded. When he did cum a few minutes later she obediently gulped it all down, tasting cum for the first time. Finished with her, the boy walked away.

“I think we should get in on the fun,” Angela put in. “After all we brought the little bitch.”

“Help yourself,” replied Darby.

To Emily Angela said, “Get your butt inside that tent.” Emily obeyed and Angela followed. Once inside, she laid down on the sleeping bag and told the younger girl, “I’m about to teach you how to suck tits and lick pussy. You can start by undressing me.”

Emily just stared at her in shock.

“You want me to go tell the guys that you are being a bad girl?” Angela threatened. With trembling fingers, Emily started unbuttoning Angela’s blouse. When it was open Angela sat up so that Emily could slip it off her. “I would let you kiss me,” she told her as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off. “But you’ve just been sucking cum and I don’t particularly like the taste.” Emily removed Angela’s sandals then undid and slid off her shorts. “I give Darby blow jobs when he wants me to but I don’t like it,” Angela went on. Emily reached for her panties but the other girl stopped her and told her, “Use your mouth.”

Emily glared at her. Wasn’t it bad enough she was being force to service this bitch? Did she also have to be subjected to this further humiliation?

“I don’t intend to have to tell you twice!” Angela warned. Chocking down her anger and humiliation, the 15 year old lowered her head and, taking Angela’s panties in her teeth, pulled them down and off.

“Good girl!” Angela said with mock approval. “Now start sucking my tits.”

The girl lowered her mouth to one of Angela’s nipples and started gently working at it with her lips.

SMACK! Angela slapped her. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the slaps the boys had given her but it still stung. “You stupid cunt!” Angela berated her. “I said SUCK! Get your mouth down there and make like a nursing baby!”

Obediently, Emily filled her mouth with one of Angela’s large mounds and began sucking and licking in earnest. “That’s better,” Angela remarked. “Work that mouth and tongue like the dirty little whore you are!” She had Emily service her breasts for about fifteen minutes then, without warning, grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face down between her legs and gruffly commanded, “Lick bitch!”

Emily tasted pussy for the first time as she obligingly lapped and sucked at Angela’s dripping cunt until finally the other girl let out a loud scream, pressed Emily’s face even harder against her groin, arched her back, and exploded in ecstasy. When her orgasm was finished she slumped and let her heart rate and breathing return to normal. Then she had Emily dress her and got up to leave. Emily started to follow her but Angela told her, “God but you are dumb! Get your ass back down. There are nine more pairs of girl legs out there and you aren’t going to leave this tent until your face has been between each one of them.” She then left the tent as Emily sat back down on the sleeping bag. From outside she heard Angela say, “Monica, she’s all yours.” In a few moments a redhead entered the tent and said, “Okay, sweetheart, let’s see how well you learned to lick cunt!”

Emily did indeed do all the other girls then she was taken back outside. “You know,” Darby observed. “There’s still seven guys who haven’t had their turn and I’m sure we all will want seconds. We don’t have time if we keep doing the bitch one at a time.” Everyone was in agreement so they put Emily on a picnic table on her back with her ass right on the edge, her legs dangling over the end. One guy got between her legs and began raping her cunt. Another straddled her, sitting on her tits, grabbed her by the hair lifting her head, and began fucking her face while two more stood at her sides, placed their cocks in the palm of each of her hands and made her pump them. It went on like this for hours. The poor girl constantly had cocks in her cunt and hands and either another one in her mouth or a girl sitting on her face making her lick. After awhile, as much as she willed it not to happen, as degrading and demeaning as it was, her young body began to betray her. The continual fucking began to get her aroused until, finally, she exploded in a series of violent orgasms.

It was nearing evening when they finally stopped. Darby made her stand in front of him while he told her, “Here’s the deal, cunt. Tom got you cumming on video. If you even think of telling anyone about this we’ll show the tape of you bucking and humping like a sex starved mare and we’ll swear that you got involved willingly. You got that?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied. They didn’t have to worry about her telling anyone. She was too ashamed and embarrassed. Besides, if word got around as to how many cocks she had had in her today, no decent boy would ever come near her.

“From now on you are the team slut,” Darby went on. “Anytime a player or cheerleader tells you to be somewhere so you can fuck or lick cunt you be there. If ever you aren’t, we come looking for you at home and we’ll not only do you, we’ll also do that cunt mother of yours and we won’t be as gentle with her as we were with you.”

“Please Sir!” she begged. “Please don’t hurt my mom! I’ll do whatever you say, Sir, but please don’t hurt her!”

Angela tossed Emily’s sandals, jeans, and blouse at her and said, “Get dressed and be quick about it.” A few minutes later, as she was driving Emily home, Angela gave her further instructions, “I walk to school rather than driving to save gas. From now on, I want you waiting outside my house every morning when I leave. You are going to carry my books.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And in between classes you are going to stick to me like glue,” Angela continued. “You are going to be my personal little servant girl. You’ll fetch and carry for me, carry my tray in the lunch line, do anything for me that I want done. If I go to the bathroom you come along in order to wipe me when I’m done.”

Bi Domination - The craziest bisexual rape!

Author of this and many more great rape stories is: Master of female slaves

You know, normally I can’t stand the holidays. All the fake good will, all the crappy decorations, and if I have to here that stupid reindeer song one more time I think I am going to go out of my mind (assuming I already haven’t). But this years holiday season is turning out to be jolly after all…for me at least. I was at one of the local malls. I wasn’t really shopping, but I was bored at home and needed to get out for a while. This place was packed with people tonight. With only a week left till Xmas, everyone was doing some last minute shopping. I was passing by the center display at the mall, you know…where they always have Santa, when I saw something that would make my Xmas merry indeed. She was no more than five feet tall, with red hair and deep green eyes. And if that wasn’t enough, she was young, probably no more than 18 or 19, incredibly voluptuous, and packed into an elf suit that was about two sizes too small for her. You could tell that was one of the main reasons why the line to see Santa was so long. All the kids wanted to see him, and all the dads wanted to see her. I sat down on a bench about 30 feet away and watched for a few minutes. Nearly every dad ogled, drooled or tried to make small talk with her and a couple of them ‘accidentally’ bumped up against her, sneaking in gropes and grabs.
As I watched, she spoke to one of the other ‘elves’ and headed off to the food court, apparently it was dinnertime. All while she ate, you could tell that every single guy there wanted to find out if she was naughty or nice (okay, so its cliché…its still the truth) and that every girl there…well…I won’t repeat what they were thinking. Its not nice to say words like that. The sign posted at Santa’s North Pole said that they closed at 9PM. Since it was only 6:30, I decided to walk around the mall some more. After all, if I followed her around for the next 2 and a half hours, somebody would probably notice. My mind kept wandering back to her, how luscious she looked in that outfit, how firm her tits looked. I honestly couldn’t tell you any of the stores that I had been in that entire night.
I showed back up at the North pole at about ten of nine. I didn’t see her at first and thought that maybe she had left already. I was about to leave when I caught sight of her. She was off to one side, helping kids find there way out of Santa’s village. Her elf skirt was so short that you could see the curve of her buttocks without her even bending over. I kept off to the side until closing. Everyone left relatively quickly and I window shopped until I saw her leaving. She had thrown her coat on over her outfit, but hadn’t changed. I think that more than anything else finally made me decide to rape her. Up till now, I was content to watch, but now with a chance to get some elf pussy, well, it was every kids dream come true. Okay…not every kids, but definitely mine. She walked out of the mall, heading for the covered parking garage. I walked up behind her, careful to make a lot of noise. You could tell she was nervous, but when I walked past her without saying or doing anything, you could almost feel the tension going out of her muscles. Iwas taking a chance on which direction she was going in. Since there were only two choices, I figured I had a 50/50 chance. Turning to the left, I cut around the corner and did a quick scan. Nobody was in sight. I hid around the edge of a concrete pillar and waited. After about ten seconds, I heard her coming. Those stupid little bells that they had on her elf shoes gave her away. As soon as she came around the corner, I grabbed her.
One hand wrapped in her hair, the other covering her mouth, I shoved her hard back up against the pillar. Her head bounced off the concrete and she knocked herself silly. While she was still dazed, I dragged her back to one of the corners of the parking garage. The lights over head weren’t working very well, with one being out and the other only providing flickering light, so I figured we would be relatively undisturbed. I grabbed my handcuffs out of the inner pocket of my trench coat (yes..I always keep at least one pair of cuffs on me at all times…in case of an emergency. Don’t you?). I pushed her down onto the hood of the car we were behind and forced her arms behind her so I could cuff her. She started to shake off her disorientation, but before she could scream, I had torn off that tiny little piece of cloth they called a skirt and gagged her with it. My fingers wrapped tightly in her hair and yanked her head back. I leaned forward, grinding my hard cock into her ass as I whispered into her ear.
“Be quiet and this will be over quickly. Cause trouble, and I’ll rape you for a week. Understand?” Her head moved up and down like a jack hammer. My hnds slid down her body, across the small of her back, down to her tight little ass. The kind of ass only a teen girl can have. She squirmed involuntarily under my touch as my fingers slipped under the cloth of her outfit. I slipped first one, and then another finger inside her tight little slit, feeling how dry she was at my touch. Shoving it in deeply, I felt her cringe in pain and humiliation, but to be honest, I didn’t care. Her pussy clung to my two fingers like a glove, and I could only imagine what it would feel like around my cock. I’m not huge in any respect (six and a half inches) but with a girl this small, I may as well have been John Holmes. I could hear her sobbing as I finger fucked her and it made me even hornier. Not wanting to waste any more time, I ripped open the crotch of her outfit, tearing her white panties at the same time. And there it was, in all its glory. Her tight little slit just waiting to be fucked. And right above it, her puckered little anus, next in line. But before I fucked it, I wanted to taste it.
I knelt down behind her and gently lapped at her cunt. There is nothing quite like the taste of teen pussy. Nothing even comes close to it. Slipping my tongue in between her lips, I could swear that she almost tasted like a candy cane. But that was probably just the lust and adrenaline rushing through me. As I continued to eat her, I could feel her body responding to my ministrations even as her mind recoiled from me. My fingers slipped in between her thighs and began to rub her clit. Her juices flowed faster and faster and she began to moan through her gag, although whether it was from pleasure or humiliation, I couldn’t tell, and didn’t care. I stood up behind her and pulled out my cock. Rubbing the head at her vaginal entrance, I slipped the tip inside of her. Leaning forward, I reached under her top and groped her tits, grabbing onto them like handles.
“Here cums Santa Claus!” as I shoved my erection into her. I felt a momentary resistance and then I was fully buried inside of her. This bitch had been a virgin! She thrashed on the hood of the car, but I rested my body on top of her, crushing her with my weight until she stopped. Her thrashing almost caused me to cum right then and there but I managed to stop myself. Rolling her nipples back and forth between my fingers, I felt them harden under my touch. Slowly I started sliding my dick back and forth, pulling back till just the tip was in, and then pushing it all back in. Faster and faster I went, my cock hammering into her tight cunt, each thrust forward driving the breath from her. The coat covering the two of us, but anyone walking by would have been able to tell what was going on muted the sound of my hips smacking against her ass. The risk of getting caught was going to make me cum soon. I could already feel my balls boiling as I drove into her over and over, reaming out her virgin hole. She could tell I was getting close and began to shake her head fiercely…obviously not wanting me to cum in her. But I was beyond any rational thought right now. The feel of her wrapped around my dick had taken over my entire being. The scent of her hair filled my head as I drove as deeply into her as I could, the cum rushing down my shaft and shooting into her repeatedly. It felt like I was cumming for ten minutes inside of her, but I knew it was only more like twenty seconds. Once I had finished, I collapsed on top of her, knocking her breath completely out of her. It was possibly the most intense orgasm I had ever had (or at least in the top three).
I slipped my softening dick back into my pants and zipped up. I pulled out my little pocket knife and cut off a lock off her hair as a momento of this occasion. Leaving her on the hood of the car momentarily, I slipped open her tiny purse and grabbed her license. I wanted to find this bitch again!
“Now I am going to unlock the cuffs. When I do, I want you to count to one hundred before getting up off this car or looking around. If you move before then, or if you make a sound or call for help, I’ll gut you like a sea bass. Got it?” She didn’t move for a second and then her head nodded once. I unlocked the handcuffs and slipped them into my pocket. Before I walked away, I slapped her ass lightly, just to watch her jump, and then laughed to myself as she squirmed. Slipping her ID into my back pocket, I walked away quickly, thinking to myself that it was a pretty good Christmas after all. Maybe the New Year would be just as good!

FORCED FUCKERS - Teenager rape!

Author is: boredathome