Rape Stories.

Have you ever known life to imitate art? Or at least what passes for art? I have. It happened to me. I’m still not sure how much of it I’m responsible for. Maybe all of it.

Perhaps you’ve read my short story, "The Taking of Heather"? It’s a completely fictional tale based on my twisted fantasies and originally written for an online friend as a bedtime story–or so I told him. Yeah, it was all cute and teasing and harmless at the time. The story has made the rounds over the Internet since then and has even been posted to a newsletter. Mostly I send it to people I meet online who have similar fantasies. Once again, harmless. We’re all fairly anonymous in cyber-space. Even sending pictures doesn’t cause any harm…. or so I thought.

I met Chuck online after reading a story he wrote called "The Vile Gamer". Like "Heather", it was also written in first-person form…. except it was told from a rapist’s point of view–it was like a chilling look into his mind. The bragging, ironic tone almost read like a manifesto. I thought it was very descriptive and quite good it was unfortunately posted to a site of the worst written rape stories I’d ever read. This one was definitely different. I could tell this guy had real talent so I clicked his email link at the bottom of the page and sent simply two words, "Great Story!!" I was pleasantly surprised a few days later when he replied.

We corresponded frequently after that, and even chatted real time thru an instant messenger service. Everything was very friendly and "normal". We seemed to have many of the same interests. Of course I sent him "The Taking of Heather". I was dying to know what another writer would think of it. He said it was wonderful. We were a mutual admiration society of two. After seeing my picture posted on my web page he flattered me further by informing me that I would be the subject of his next "Vile Gamer" story.

Ok, so we clicked, but we didn’t realize just how much till we did our first role-play. His writing talent was evident as we did a scene similar to the one in my story–villain breaks in and ravishes the unsuspecting and stoned heroine. It was similar in setting but different as well. Although he didn’t terrorize her with phone calls first (a touch I picked up from horror movies), Chuck’s villain had more of a vicious mean streak than my Dark One. The things he wrote shocked and thrilled me at the same time. I could actually feel my heart racing at his words. I played off of his lead perfectly (so he said later) and the result was an intensely satisfying drama.

After our role-play our chats became darker–more focused on our shared fantasies. He vowed to find me someday and make it all real. I suppose I should have been scared–or at least more cautious, but I didn’t take him seriously. Why would I? I mean, the guy lived several states away and had a life.

I didn’t help matters at all. In fact I made things worse–I know that now. I sent him many pictures of myself in various sexy poses and states of undress. No nudes, but several of them may as well have been. He particularly liked the ones of me gagged. I was even so bold as to record and send him sound waves of myself trying to beg and scream while gagged. Why did I do it? I suppose it gave me a thrill knowing I was turning someone on from far away. The thought that he was looking at my pictures and listening to my waves and fantasizing about me made me feel desirable,….beautiful.

His reactions to the things I sent him were more than satisfying. The internet is truly a paradise for teases.

Unfortunately there was a price to pay, and I was about to pay it….big time.

Every once in a while I go to the movies alone. It probably seems strange to some, but to me it’s a wonderful escape. Without a companion it’s easy to lose myself in the story and turn off all other thoughts. My husband hates going, and never seems to mind when I go, so when things get to be too much and I need to get out of the house and chill for awhile it’s time for movie night.

Sometime in the middle of that week while Chuck and I were chatting, I told him about my movie nights and how I was due for another one. He asked me casually when I was ”"—"Џ‹‡ѓ{wsokg”"

"Well, I hope you’re careful not to be seen."

"Oh sure. I park way in the back so I can see all the traffic and I’ve never been caught yet", I bragged.

"What kind of car do you drive? I hope it’s not one that draws a lot of attention."

Oh how casually and cleverly he slipped that question in. Without any trepidation at all I answered that it was a dark blue Bonneville and didn’t really stand out that much.

"Be careful…" he wrote, " You could be abducted someday".

I typed a big LOL to that and moved on to another subject. Before the conversation was over, he asked what I planned to go see. His interest in this didn’t bother me at all. Why would it?

I didn’t see him online again for the rest of the week, but there really wasn’t anything unusual about that. Often we’d go for days without catching each other online.

Saturday night finally came. It had been a really hectic week and I was very much looking forward to my little escape and being off the next day. I didn’t change clothes; just wore what I’d worn to work that day–dress pants, a light low-cut sweater with sleeves that end at the elbows and my low black heels. Underneath, I had on my red bra, black panties and black thigh-high stockings. Lately I had taken to wearing sexy underthings because they made me feel sexy. Sometimes it’s a real spirit-booster.

I pulled into the parking lot around 9 p.m. The movie wouldn’t start till 9:30 so I had plenty of time to smoke my other little spirit booster. I proceeded to do just that while keeping my eyes peeled for cops or nosy people. It was so pleasant to just sit there smoking and listening to the radio. After I felt sufficiently high and relaxed, I put the roach in my little tin box and lit a cigarette. The movie would be starting in about 15 minutes. I planned to finish the cigarette, park a little closer, then stagger inside and grab a seat.

I remember that a song I liked a lot was starting to play and I reached down to turn it up. When my eyes lifted there was a car cruising very close to mine. It circled me once, then parked right next to me I could see the lone driver–a man with dark hair and dark eyes–staring at me, which made me uncomfortable but not scared. Mostly I was just glad I’d finished my joint.

The man got out of his car, still staring at me. He was handsome…tall, lean but with muscles. I averted my eyes and thought maybe I should put the driver’s side window back up. I always keep it up while smoking the weed so passers-by don’t get a whiff, but after I’m finished I put it down so the smoke can escape and I can smoke my cigarette without choking. My hand moved toward the button that moves the window up and down electronically, but I was a beat too late, because suddenly his face was in my open window.

Smiling at me he said, "Hi Heather".

I nearly fainted…you see it was just like my story. Heather is my online name.

I opened my mouth to say something lame like "who are you?" but I knew good and well who it was. Only an online friend would call me Heather, and only one online friend knew where I would be this night–and what time and what color car and that I was stoned and muddled. Jeez why didn’t I just send him a map and an engraved invitation while I was at it?

Before I could even begin to utter the stupid question on my lips I heard a loud click and was horrified to see a pearl-handled switchblade in his hand. He wasn’t overtly threatening me with it–at least not yet. He was still just looking at me–looking me up and down in fact–and holding it lightly and casually in his hand as though it were nothing more threatening than a pencil. My eyes could barely leave the wicked-looking blade. One look at his eyes was even scarier. They were so dark and cold. I felt rooted to the spot…almost hypnotized…frozen with shock and fear.

His next words were spoken in a low and menacing voice that made my blood run cold.

"You’re not going to see any movie tonight, you teasing little bitch."

I gasped at being spoken to this way by somebody I thought was a friend, but before I could protest he snarled, "This is what you’re going to do. Get out of your car real slow, get into mine and don’t make a sound. If you scream I swear it’s the last sound you’ll ever make Do you believe me?"

Stunned into silence, I nodded absently. What the hell had just happened? The sudden terror was so unexpected. I’d been feeling so mellow and at peace only 20 seconds ago…

My eyes shifted to the keys still dangling from the ignition. My brain desperately tried to shout a message to the rest of me….TURN THE DAMN KEY!!! PEEL THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!! Yeah, easy for my brain to say. I couldn’t even move I was so scared. I mean, he was still in my window…his face only inches from mine…and there was that blade….that sharp gleaming blade. Any sudden moves on my part and I could just imagine that blade whipping across my throat….

He either noticed where my eyes were looking or he read my mind, because even though I hadn’t moved a muscle he said "Don’t even think about trying that. I’ll slice your fucking throat right here cunt. Trust me, you’ll never have time to even reach that key. Wanna try it?"

I felt my throat closing….tears welling up in my eyes. My breathing had become too rapid and was sounding ragged and screamy in my own ears. Here was the mind-numbing, muscle-contracting fear that I was so fascinated with while safely spinning stories and roleplays on my computer. This was it. The real thing. So this is what it feels like, I remember thinking at one point. So this is what it’s like to be really afraid. At the moment the only fantasy I longed for was one in which I’d stayed home that night.

I kept praying this was some kind of sick joke on his part and any moment he’d crack up laughing and say "Gotcha!!" or something. That hope was fading fast. But I had to talk to him. I mean this was Chuck! My pal!! The guy who was so friendly and flattered that I’d liked his story. Surely he was just a regular person like me who happened to have a twisted fantasy or two. Didn’t we all? Nobody acted on them!

"Chuck?", I managed to gasp out. "Chuck…c’mon….you’re just kidding ar-…" my words were cut off sharply as he yanked my car door open..

"Shut the FUCK UP you stupid BITCH!! Do what I SAY….NOW!!"

I knew that once I got out of my car and into his I would be in big trouble. Completely at his mercy. But what else could I do? He was too close for me to get away and with the threats he’d made, it appeared I was already in big trouble. My only hope it seemed, would be to do as he said, then maybe I could reason with him before things got too far out of hand. Yeah….right.

I could feel my lips trembling as I looked up at him…trying to plead with my eyes since he wouldn’t let me speak.

He glared at me. "Now bitch….OUT. We have somewhere to go. Things to do. Heh hehehehe"

Still looking up at him piteously I tried again. "Please…", I whimpered, "don’t do this"

Suddenly he had a painful grip on my arm and was pulling me out of the car. I really couldn’t believe this was happening. I was damning myself for choosing such an isolated place to be parked. But then I always parked in the isolated spots on these occasions.

"You’re starting to piss me off honey. You don’t want to do that".

Would he really murder me in this public parking lot if I screamed or tried to run? I realized that if he was crazed enough to come all this way for me then he was capable of anything. Before I could debate with myself further on the matter, I was already inside his car…having been rudely shoved into the passenger side and landing on my butt. In a flash he was slamming his own door and starting the engine. My fate was sealed now and I knew it.

Feeling totally defeated for the moment, I huddled in the seat as far against the door as I could get, crying in fear and utter despair. He kept looking over at me and snickering. Touching my hair….my face. Crooning and sneering at me in turn.

This was just too much. I had to try again to reason with him. With a great effort I attempted to get my voice under control.

"Chuck….P-please….can’t we please just talk for a minute? Please listen to me"

He turned to me grinning.

"Oh…time to beg huh? Ok let’s hear it then! This should be good". As though whatever I had to say was only for his amusement. But it was my only hope.

"I…..I thought we were friends", I heard myself say in a shaking voice.

"Oh sure. We’re about to get real friendly!" he leered.

"NO!! I mean…..why? Why are you doing this to me? You’re scaring me….and …and you’re nice!! I know you are!" I could hear myself start to babble in my desperation. I really wasn’t doing a very good job of getting out of this.

"Why??" He laughed outright, "WHY?? Remember all those sexy pictures? The wavs?"

I could feel my face burning, remembering how I enjoyed doing that. How exciting it was for me knowing I was turning him on.

"Besides", he added, "stop acting so shocked. You told me where you’d be tonight, what time, where you park. Hell, girl…you even described your car to me. You want this, slut. You know you do".

I think my jaw dropped when he said that. Yes, I’d told him these things, but how could I know he would actually travel just to find me? Somehow that made my situation even worse. What chance would I have of talking him out of this when he went to this much effort to make it happen?

"NO!!" I said loudly. "we were just talking!!"

"Dumbass bitch!! You knew I’d come looking for you someday. I told you I would….and you made it so easy!"

Tears were overtaking me again as I continued to protest.

"I didn’t know you were serious! I didn’t KNOW!! We….we….it was all in fun! Oh please Chuck, I don’t want this ok? I really DON’T! I’m sorry you misunderstood but please just stop this now!! Take me back to my car ok Chuck?? PLEEEASE???" I was pleading desperately….my words coming too fast, my voice trembling and teary. He was shaking his head and laughing like I’d just told a hilarious joke. My heart sank.

"You’re too much! You know that? You really thought you could just keep teasing me like that? What am I? A fuckin toy you like to play with?" I shook my head but he continued. "Well fuck you bitch! You’re the toy tonight. My own little fuck toy. I’m gonna play with you however I want. Just remember, bitch….this is your fault."

As we continued to speed toward whatever destination he had planned, I sank further into my seat with my hands over my face….covering my eyes in shame and horror. Oh Christ, I thought….what had I done?

**********

The rest of that car ride was surreal. I have no idea how long it was. He began leering at me again–touching me again as I cringed; touching my breasts and between my legs with one hand while he drove. He was torturing me with threats of what was going to happen to me when we got stopped….

"Yeeeaahhh….oh baby you’re gonna get a fuckin allright. I’m gonna fuck you so hard……everywhere. Your mouth, your pussy….that tight little ass….ohhh, you’re mine now bitch".

Stunned and terrorized by his words I barely moved, just trembled all over, wailing things like "Ohhhh shit!! oh God oh NOOO!"

"Shut the fuck up cunt, we’re almost there."

I looked around, wondering where he was taking me. I saw a hotel sign looming ahead. I allowed a slight hope to shine thru the muddled fear. There were other people at hotels…..if I could just get somebody’s attention….

"Listen up bitch cause this is what’s gonna happen." His hand snaked out and grabbed my face, wet with tears. "I’ll be parking right in front of the room–only a few feet to walk. We won’t draw as much attention that way. Now when I get parked you just keep your ass in that seat till I open your door for you–real gentleman-like. Don’t forget my blade either. I swear if you try to run or make one damn sound I’ll slice you on the spot. Got it?"

I nodded, sniffling…trying hard not to panic.

He smiled again, looking pleased. "Good slut"

When we were parked he paused to look me up and down again.

"You’re going to be so much fun….damn I can’t wait" The look in his eyes scared me so bad.

Suddenly he was out of the car and moving rapidly to my side. The door opened and I realized there would be no more chance to run. I was too scared to try screaming. I don’t even know if a scream would have made it past my closed throat. He was gripping my arm again as he led me the few feet to the door. Within seconds we were inside.

The bottom truly dropped out when he shut and locked the door. What little control I had left deserted me as I felt hysteria closing in.

He was advancing toward me, a predatory look in his dark eyes and an evil smile on his handsome face. I was backing away from him, aware of just how little space there was to back into. I was shaking my head, whimpering…."Nooo….no please. Chuck please don’t….NOOO!!!" Soon he would pounce like the damn animal he was, then God help me.

When I could back up no further and he was inches away from me, I suddenly kicked him as hard as I could in the shin, then dashed madly for the door. I couldn’t help but feel a small bit of satisfaction when I heard a startled, pained curse as the slightly pointed toe of my shoe connected, but oh god if he caught me….

"OWW!! OH YOU FUCKING NO-GOOD BITCH!!!", I heard him yell as I grappled with the doorknob–in my panic I seemed to forget it was locked. Oh I was batting a thousand tonight. Breathing way too hard and too fast I finally found the lock and was fumbling with it as I heard him cursing and stomping after me.

Before I could make any progress with the lock, I gasped as I was yanked painfully backwards by my long hair. Spinning me around he began slapping me hard across my face. I felt my lip split and tasted blood. He slapped me repeatedly while I shrieked–hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. He pulled me further into the room, away from the door, and stopped slapping me long enough to give me a hard shove which sent me sprawling onto the bed. Then he was on me, holding me down while I continued to howl in pain and fear.

"SHUT….UP!!!" I heard him growl between clenched teeth. Then I heard that ominous click again, and for the first time felt the sharp blade against my throat. My struggles and screams ended abruptly.

"Bitch, do I have to kill you after all? DO I???"

Reduced to whimpers once again, I pleaded for my life.

"NO!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry no please don’t kill me!", hitching back a sob, I continued, "I was just scared…oh please Chuck don’t kill me, don’t hurt me anymore!" I think I kept saying his name to remind him of his humanity or something, but it didn’t work.

"Are you gonna be a good whore now?" he queried, while putting more pressure on the blade at my throat.

"Yes", I croaked

"SAY IT!!" The blade was starting to break the skin. In his fury he was pushing it harder.

Hysterically I cried out, "YES!!! YES I’LL BE A GOOD WHORE!!"

He then made me say I was a filthy cum-slurping slut and that I wanted his big cock. Finally with great relief I felt the knife leave my neck and my hands went there automatically to feel what damage had been done. There was a little blood, but luckily the cut didn’t appear to be deep.

My humiliation wasn’t complete just yet. He pulled me off the bed by my hair and flung me to the middle of the room. I stumbled, but managed not to fall.

"Now get em off", he commanded.

I stood there shaking, not quite comprehending, which pissed him off some more.

"Are you deaf now as well as dumb?", he snapped. "Strip Bitch!!"

One look at his face told me not to argue. Feeling numb now, I quickly pulled my sweater off as if I were at home–undressing in my own bedroom after a long day. Oh dammit how I wished I were there! Hesitating only a moment, I then undid my pants, my face burning from both the embarrassment and the recent slaps.

"Go slower slut!", he bellowed.

For the first time I glared at him. He laughed.

"C’mon, don’t be in such a hurry. I’ll fuck you soon enough. Let me see what you’ve got first".

"I hate you!!", I hissed, "I’ll never talk to you again!" Pretty lame, I know, and probably really stupid as well, but he just laughed, amused by my outburst.

"Just do it slut"

Not really sure what he wanted, I slowly pushed my pants to the floor and stepped out of them. When he saw my thigh-highs he whistled with approval.

"Yeah honey, leave those on. You really were expecting me huh? With your whore underwear" Mocking laughter followed.

I didn’t even bother to argue as I looked at him with dull hate. Slowly, without any more prompting, I removed my bra next, then my panties…all the while trying not to hear his wolf whistles and comments about my body.

He’d sat on the end of the bed sometime during my strip and now that I was nude save for my stockings and heels, I stood still as he stared.

"Come here"

I trembled harder, but knew better than to refuse. Slowly I moved forward till I was standing in front of him. He picked up my red bra from the floor nearby and turned me around, pulling my wrists together behind my back, binding them together tightly with my own bra. Turning me back around to face him he started pushing me down by my shoulders.

"On your knees where you belong whore" I let myself sink to them while he was pushing me and nearly lost my balance.

I knew what was next and I couldn’t look. When I heard the sound of his zipper, I closed my eyes tightly and kept them closed while I heard him undressing. They flew open again, startled when he grabbed me by my hair once again. I gasped to see his huge, swollen weapon right in my face. While gripping my head firmly by the hair, he pulled my face closer and began rubbing it on my lips. I couldn’t move my head, but my lips were clamped together. I knew that wouldn’t help, that he’d get it in there eventually. But every part of me was crying out at the outrage and disgust I felt at what he was going to make me do. I was desperately fighting back tears–I musn’t cry!! If I cried I knew I could suffocate. Oh god I knew I could suffocate anyway, crying or not.

"Open up Bitch", he let go of his dick and once again I felt the knife at my throat. That did it. Not wanting to get cut again, I quickly obeyed. With no hesitation he shoved himself forward. My mouth was being forced open as wide as possible to accommodate the sudden invasion. Don’t panic, oh don’t panic oh please oh god please let this be over with soon…I kept repeating this in my head, trying to stay calm.

"Ohhhhh….yeaaahhh Slut. Suck it….suck it gooood"

Odd that he should say that, since sucking isn’t exactly what I was doing. There was nothing I could do but endure as I was subjected to an oral rape of terrible brutality. He stood, his legs apart somewhat to get better leverage I suppose, and dropped the knife as he clutched my hair in both hands. Holding my head helplessly still this way, he begain thrusting into my mouth hard….going deeper with each cruel shove. I could feel my throat trying to gag as the head of this horrible weapon battered it with every forward thrust of his hips. My jaw muscles began aching badly. I couldn’t try to back away since he was holding my head in place so firmly and my hands were tied so tightly behind my back.

I was given a brief few moments of relief when he pulled out and began rubbing his saliva-wet cock all over my face. I was gasping in as much air as possible, and it was a good thing I was because the assault on my mouth and throat were only just beginning.

He shoved his hateful instrument of torture into my mouth again, but instead of the frantic in and out plunges of before he gripped my head even harder and pushed and pushed till I felt him entering my throat. My air was now cut off. Panic closed in as he held it there…no out strokes, just in and in as far as he could push it.

"Aw yeah bitch. Take it all! Swallow my big cock! Heheheh…you look so fuckin cute with your nose smashed against me like that…your mouth all full"

With that, he jerked forward again even harder than before. My body began to thrash from lack of air. Cruelly, he laughed even harder at this and said, "I wonder how long you can hold your breath?"

Finally he drew out enough so I could snatch a quick breath, then plunged forward again–even deeper down my throat this time. I was sure he’d kill me as he picked up an even more furious pace than before, pistoning in and out of my mouth and throat as hard as he could–not caring at all how much it hurt me…not caring that I couldn’t breathe. Never had I felt so insignificant, so used. I was nothing during those torturous moments. Nothing but a hole to be abused. All I could do was try to keep my head and pray he’d finish soon.

Finally I felt his body stiffen as he let out a harsh cry and shoved into my throat one last time–harder than ever–and held it there as his cock began to jerk. A sudden rush of liquid was filling my throat and flowing straight down. My body was convulsing as my abused throat tried to gag in protest. Frantically, I forced my throat to swallow while it was desperately trying to cough it up. With his steadily-shooting hardness still buried in there I feared I would choke to death for sure if I didn’t allow his disgusting fluids to go down.

"Ahhhh…YEAH!!", he was shouting. "Swallow every drop, Whore! That’s what cunts like you have a mouth for".

Oh, the awful bastard! He truly was vile.

When he finally withdrew, I was horrified to see he was still hard…still huge. The angry weapon was far from finished with me.

He released my hair and I fell to the floor. I lay there on my side–coughing, breathing–it felt good to just be able to breathe again. He was standing over me, also breathing hard–no doubt from his brutal exertions. My eyes were closed. I didn’t want to see any more….ever.

When he spoke again it was with a grudging admiration. His voice was almost kind.

"Damn baby….you got a hot little mouth on you there. You did good. You might live to see another day after all!"

I refused to speak or even look at him. He bent down and suddenly scooped me up–one arm under my knees and the other around my waist.

"Come on. Daddy’s got a reward for you."

He carried me that way to the bed and laid me almost gently on my back–my bound wrists under me.

"Please…", I whimpered, "please….no more"

"Aw, you’ll like this. I know I will!"

Rudely he gripped me between the legs and I gasped as one of his fingers slid roughly into me.

"WET!", he declared, and laughed with delight. "God damn, girl, you’re SOAKED!"

Yes, I knew that and it wasn’t fair. Whenever I went down on my husband I always got wet–his groans and sighs turning me on immensely. That was normal. But why the hell was I wet now? I didn’t enjoy the brutal face-fucking I’d just lived thru. Nor did I want this terrible man to touch me. So why?? I didn’t even want to think about why–or why the nerve endings in my nether regions were tingling so much.

Chuck, of course, had his own theory.

"You want it, don’t you baby? You want me to fuck that sweet pussy don’t you?"

Again I glared at him. I raised my head and felt my lips curl into a snarl.

"NO!!!", I nearly shouted. "I fucking HATE YOU you sick motherfucker!!!"

I really couldn’t help it–he was just so goddamn smug.

SLAP!! My head was knocked back down to the bed by another blow.

"Lying Bitch!" he spat. "Fine, say what you want, but this cunt of yours can’t lie".

Quickly he was on me, spreading my legs, shoving himself forward till I could feel his hated tool at the private entrance to my body–pushing, probing, stretching. All the tears I’d held back during my last ordeal flowed freely as I felt every inch of him filling me…splitting me.

"Ohhhhhyeahhhh baby…..so sweet", he was crooning as I sobbed. I wasn’t really crying out of pain or even fear this time. I think my tears were of heartbreak. I remember feeling more defeated when he entered me this way than anything that had happened so far. I mean, the face-fucking nightmare was no more intimate than any violent attack–and it was bad enough, but now this beast had invaded my very womanhood. Even if he stopped right now, it was too late. He’d stolen something from me that could never be returned.

I desperately tried to block out thoughts of my poor husband while this animal began thrusting and churning inside me. No other man had ever touched me since before we got married. Tom had no idea what deviltry I’d been up to with this online "friend", and never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined what was happening to his wife right now. He was probably chatting happily online, or watching tv…enjoying his time alone and waiting for me to come home from the movie–still high and giving my giggling review of what I’d just watched. I could never ever tell him about this night. I prayed he would never find out. It would break his heart. I swore silently that I would take the events of this night to my grave.

Chuck had been filling me with long, slow but steady thrusts–making that shameful tingle inside me intensify and spread. Despite my tears, my agonizing thoughts of Tom, and the pain in my arms, shoulders and wrists from having them still bound and underneath me, an unwanted pleasure had begun building in me and was growing. I was truly mortified–especially because the bastard knew this.

"Haaaahhh….oh yes…cum for me doll", he coaxed as his thrusts steadily picked up speed, making that hateful wave of pleasure build even higher.

"Oh,…Oh…Ohhhhh…uh uh uh ….uh uh….uuhhhhh", I could hear those unmistakable moans and coos that herald an approaching orgasm escaping me, encouraging him to go even faster…harder. NO!!, my mind was protesting urgently. I can’t possibly cum! Not like this…not with him. But the way he was playing my body, the way he was moving, as if he knew what it liked…no brutality this time, just hot hot fucking….was pushing my senses over the edge. The sonofabitch was deliberately pushing me to a powerful climax.

Grunting and grinding in me, he began shouting encouragement.

"Do it bitch!! Uhhhh….cum on me! Cum on my cock ….ahhhhh yes my little whore…"

WHACK WHACK WHACK went the headboard as it began hitting the wall…sounding out a rhythm of lust.

"AAAAAHHHHhhhh…Ohhhhh…UUUHHHHH…." , my helpless cries of shameful passion were mingling with his groans and curses…

He paused his steady rhythmic pounding long enough to seize my legs, pushing my knees apart further and sliding his arms under them…using his weight to shove them against my chest. This new position allowed even deeper penetration than before and he soon resumed his frantic pace.

There was no hope of holding out now. The orgasmic waves that had been lapping at me as they grew higher became a tidal wave of sensation. My body stiffened suddenly as if electrocuted. My back arched…my head thrashed from side to side….my helpless cries of building passion became gutteral, animal-like shrieks as every nerve in my sex exploded and radiated signals of bitter pleasure thru every limb. Indeed every inch of my captive body was engulfed in that tidal wave as I writhed under the onslaught.

Dimly I could hear my rapist’s howls of triumph and growls of pleasure as my dramatic climax began pushing him over the edge as well. Harder than ever he pounded his lust into me till he too, stiffened ..then gripped me even tighter as I felt his hot rush of sperm shoot inside me.

Releasing my legs, he collapsed on top of me and laid there while we both panted and gasped for breath. Nothing was said for quite a while. The intensity of the encounter had stunned us both. Slowly he moved off of me, laid on his side and began caressing me while staring at my face…into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts.

"Would you please untie me now?" I whined. My arms were really killing me. He nodded, still looking stunned, and pushed me onto my side, my back to him. After some fumbling, he got my bra unknotted and my hands were finally free. I hissed in pain when I pulled them away from my back and began rubbing them.

Chuck pulled me against him while we still lay on our sides, and was holding me and snuggling against me spoon-like. Unbelievable.

"Damn baby!", he was whispering, "Oh wow…..that was so….ahh Christ, you’re really somethin’ else".

Anger and hatred welled up in me again–they’d never really left, but had been momentarily drowned out along with everything else in the throes of the mind-blowing orgasm he’d forced on me. But I still hated him…fiercely. Just because we’d both experienced what may have been the most powerful cum we’d ever had, after everything he’d done to me, …what the hell was he expecting? Sighs and romance??

I suddenly broke his embrace and got off the bed. He looked at me, startled. I looked back at him as I stood there, my eyes as cold as his had been before, I’m sure. The hatred in them had to be obvious.

"I’m going now", I declared coldly. "Don’t bother taking me back. I’ll find my way." I couldn’t bear to be in his company another second, and surely he was done with me. As it turned out, I should have at least pretended some affection..

"THE FUCK YOU ARE!!", he shouted furiously. Jumping up from the bed, he grabbed me by the arms and shook me hard as he continued yelling at me.

"Bitch, you don’t fuckin leave till I THROW you out! You got that?? DO YOU?"

Oh god…I’d done it now. Whatever nice mood raping me had put him in was gone now and the animal was back.

"You don’t WANT me to be nice do you? You fuckin TRAMP!"

The last word was delivered with another hard slap, and I slumped in his grip, sobbing again.

"I just want to go home!!" I cried.

"You might never go home again, slut!" He began laughing then–a harsh, menacing sound.

"W-what?" My head jerked up in horror as I looked into his face. Was he going to kill me then after all?

"Yeah, I just might keep you with me as my own personal fuck-slave." He began warming to the idea. "That would be so fuckin cool …I could keep you chained up in my basement. Maybe get a dog cage for you. Fuck you whenever I want. I’ve read about how to break a slut….always wanted to try it.." He was grinning…looking dreamy-eyed as if he were really getting into the awful notion of keeping me like some kind of pet.

"Chuck…please don’t say that!" I began to beg. "You….you….oh god…you can’t just keep me forever! Don’t do that to me….I have a family!" I was crying harder as I pleaded.

"Oh, I know. When I got tired of you I could probably sell you. You know, there really is a market for sex slaves. You just gotta know how to find a buyer. Shouldn’t be too hard these days. What with the internet and all. Hell you can find anything there".

I was horrified. To be raped was one thing….hopefully I could walk away from this and put it behind me, but I knew I’d rather die than endure what he was describing.

Throwing me onto the bed again, he sneered, "How would you like that whore? You’d never see your faggot husband or brat again!" He cackled wickedly and I completely broke down.

I could vaguely hear him rummaging around the room, opening drawers and laying out things as I cried hysterically.

"Aw shut up" he said mildly, "can’t you take a joke?"

A JOKE??? I couldn’t believe this. Too frightened to show further anger, however, I pleaded again to be allowed to leave.

Climbing onto the bed, he roughly shoved me onto my stomach and pulled my arms behind me again. I felt rope winding around my wrists.

"Nope, not yet slut. I’m not done with you."

"Oh God….Pleeeaaase!" I sobbed. "Haven’t you done enough to me?" Rope was now being wound around my ankles tightly. Pulling them up, he fastened them to my bound wrists. I was now painfully hog-tied.

"No I haven’t, but I’ve definitely heard enough out of you" he chuckled as he picked up my panties from the floor and shoved them into my mouth as far as he could get them. I could feel myself trying to gag as my already tortured throat tried to expel them from its entrance. With a great effort, I made myself stop gagging and try to adapt to the new invasion. Another length of rope was tied around my still-open mouth to hold them in place so I couldn’t spit them out. Chuck stood back to admire his handiwork.

"Goddamn, that’s so sexy", he sighed. "There’s nothing and I mean nothing sexier

than a hog-tied bitch with a gag in her mouth….and baby, you’re about the sexiest I’ve seen"

Without warning he reached over to one of my breasts and pinched the nipple tightly, twisting it hard for good measure. I screamed in surprised pain.

"Perfect. I barely heard anything …just a sexy noise. Now nobody can hear you but me. Damn I love to hear gagged screams."

I couldn’t believe he’d just hurt me so much for no other reason than to test out my gag. How could I have been friends with someone so sadistic?

I made another painful sound into the gag as he pulled my head up by my hair. His lips were to my ear so I wouldn’t miss one terrifying word of what he said next.

"And baby I’m gonna hear all kinds of screams before we’re done. You didn’t think I’d forgotten about that gorgeous tight ass of yours did you?

Without meaning to I gave him the thrill he was after by screaming again into the gag. I couldn’t help it. I was trying to scream "NOOOO!! OH PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!!! DONNNN’T!!!" but all that was escaping was something that sounded like "MMMMMPPHH OOOHHHH…EEEEEESHHHH OHHHHH!!"

He was laughing as he said, "Riiiight….scream for me bitch….look how fuckin hard I am again."

He was. Oh God….I knew he was going to hurt me badly now. If for no other reason than to hear my muffled screams.

He retrieved his knife from the floor then, and began amusing himself by running the sharp blade over my face, down my neck. Pushing me onto my side he concentrated on my breasts….flicking the nipples lightly…caressing them with his deadly toy.

I was trying so hard to remain calm and lay as still as possible, but I couldn’t prevent the frightened mewlings and whimpers I heard myself making. From his reactions they were obviously music to his ears, but it couldn’t be helped. I was so damn scared. The scaredest I’d been since this nightmare began.

"I could take one of these with me you know", he said softly as he circled one of my breasts with his blade. "There’s not one single thing you could do to stop me either……oh baby..I can just imagine how your screams would sound". More helpless screams tore thru my gagged throat. Could somebody just die of fear?, I wondered.

I don’t think I really believed he would do that. I was hoping he was only saying these horrible things to terrorize me as much as possible. It was working, because I really had no idea what he would or wouldn’t do. I knew things like that happened every day. And he was obviously crazy….I mean, here I was.

Chuck finally moved away from my breasts, and slowly traced the rest of my body with the tip of his wickedly sharp blade. I shuddered and quivered during this, but had stopped making noises thru the gag, so he soon became bored and moved on to a subject he knew would get a reaction out of me. Pulling my head straight back by my hair again, he put his lips to my ear and said in a low, rasping voice,

"Gawd, what a fine ass…..I can’t wait to shove my dick in there…and I’m going to doll….there’s not one damn thing you can do about it"

The high-pitched wail coming from me was pleasing him again. I knew he meant what he said this time. No matter why he was telling me.

I felt him untying my ankles from my wrists, then my ankles were untied from each other. I remember feeling a brief hope that maybe he’d release me after all when he began untying my wrists as well. That hope was soon dashed when I realized he was only untying me in order to tie me again differently. When he was finished I was on my stomach with each wrist tied to each ankle, so that my limbs could be spread.

Chuck’s rough hands began to roam over my helplessly exposed behind while he made sounds like a starving man who sees a feast laid out before him. I was moaning and trembling in dread of what I knew was about to happen. Even my heart felt like it was trembling inside me as it hammered out a cold scared rhythm.

"This is it baby….the grand finale", his voice sounded thick with new lust. "I’ve wanted to rape that beautiful ass ever since I saw that picture of it".

He was behind me now, pulling apart my bound-together limbs as he spoke.

"Now it’s mine…..all mine"

I pulled at my restraints as hard as I could, shaking my head NO frantically, screaming "NOOOO!! DON’T!! DONNNN’T!!!" into the gag. The panic I’d been fighting all night descended on me now. He was right–there was nothing I could do. There was no escape. Beneath the panic and terror I knew that my screams and useless struggles were not only inflaming his lust even more, but would only intensify the pain that was in store for me. I knew this, but couldn’t stop….no more than I could escape or stop what was happening to me. I’d never been so panicked and so helpless to save myself.

See, I’d experienced anal sex before. I knew how much pain was involved, or so I thought. My limited experience with this type of sex was of the gently probing, inch-by-inch variety. But no matter how gentle and caring were the lovers I’d allowed to take me that way, there was always intense pain involved. My complete terror and dread came from knowing that this man, this horrific parody of a lover, would in no way be gentle and patient with me. There would be no concern for my pain, just the opposite; there would be a lust for it. I’d roleplayed with him, remember. His graphic descriptions of how he would sodomize me made me shudder at the time and feel very glad that we were only pretending. Now the pretending was over.

He was gripping my hips tightly, his weight on his arms holding the lower part of my body down easily while the rest of me was still thrashing wildly, determined to make it as hard for him as I could. In my hopeless desperation I think I was hoping he would just give up. Yeah, I know that was dumb…but who could think clearly at a time like that?

He let go of me with one hand and I could feel his hardness between my legs as he rubbed it over my swollen pussy lips. He was laughing because I was still so wet. To my dismay I was wetter than ever. Some of it was his recent ejaculation, but most of it was me and we both knew it. I didn’t even want to know why I was so wet when I was so scared at the same time. I gasped as he harshly entered me; moaned as he fucked me hard for several minutes, then shrieked again when he pulled out and began forcing himself between my asscheeks. After some probing (accompanied with curses at me and commands to "keep still goddammit") his awful weapon found its target and began pushing relentlessly forward.

My heart-stopping panic intensified as all of my body’s resistance was conquered by the invading shaft. The steady pressure against my small opening soon became a blinding agony as the muscle was forced to stretch unnaturally wide to accomodate it. Although he spared me the savage first thrust I’d been fearfully expecting, he wasn’t exactly gentle either. Once his massive tool–slick from our combined juices he’d just dipped into–began to open me he didn’t hesitate to keep pushing till he was buried in my ass to the hilt. My desperate pleading shrieks had become long shrill screams of unbearable pain that no gag could muffle completely.

Chuck only paused for a few moments after his entire length was inside me….to relish my screams, my pain, my tightness.

"OHHHH FUCCK THAT’S TIGHT!!!", I could dimly hear him shouting behind my own screams. "Damn, that sounds so sexy…. Here it comes bitch"

My screams became even louder if possible when, before I could recover from the agony of his sudden initial entry, he pulled out about halfway and drove forward again…harder this time. Again and again he pulled out, sometimes nearly all the way, only to force his way back into my ass harder than ever…. my tortured screams driving him on to even crueler thrusts.

"…SCREAM BITCH!!! SCREEEEAMM!!!", he shouted as he furiously pounded his lust into me…mercilessly…..the pace of his thrusts increasing by the second.

I’m sure he wasn’t disappointed. I was screaming so hard at that point my vocal chords were beginning to feel damaged.

My cries began to taper off as the horrible pain lessened to a dull, raw and chafing ache under the frenzied assault. I realized I would survive this and steeled myself to endure it till he finished and prayed it would be soon. Before long I was only crying out when, sensing my grim detachment, Chuck would stab into me with a cruel lunge while yanking my helpless body against his by my hips or sometimes by my bound limbs….sending a sharp fresh pain through my violated rear passage and forcing more muffled screams from my tortured throat.

The torment seemed to go on forever. I suppose I wasn’t terrorized enough to suit him, because at one point he paused long enough to remove my gag, then loop a length of rope around my neck. I gasped when he gripped the rope tightly, pulling me back towards him with it, and resumed raping my ass with long, hard strokes. The rope was pulled tighter with each forward lunge. His voice was suddenly in my ear.

"Wanna die like this cunt? While I’m fucking your ass?" he began laughing maniacally.

I understood why the gag was no longer needed as I struggled to speak, to scream…anything! I couldn’t make any sounds except quietly choking ones. My vocal chords were squeezed to silence and soon my air was cut off as well.

"Uuuh…yeah….I could choke the life out of you right now slut, and nobody would know…", more laughter, then, "Are you scared? Are you??"

Oh god…why was he doing this? I was thrashing as hard as my bound and painfully impaled body was able to, wondering if this was it….if my life would be over in a few more minutes.

He had shifted position and was lying on top of me now, between my tightly bound and spread limbs while he fucked and choked me. Suddenly his hand snaked underneath me. His fingers soon found my clit and began working it expertly. The sensation– all sensations–seemed intensified as I struggled to breathe. He was playing with me by letting up on the pressure of the rope long enough for me to gasp in a few breaths, then he would tighten it again as he continued to rape me while stimulating my clitoris.

I don’t know if it was the terror of impending death, the skill of his fingers, the constant steady thrusts into my tortured bottom, or all things combined: But I was suddenly aware that a violent orgasm was building rapidly. When it hit me, it hit without further warning and it hit hard.

For the most part, Chuck’s grip on the rope had loosened considerably, and he seemed to be holding it mostly for show as he concentrated his efforts elsewhere. Then for the second time that night my body stiffened as the jolts hit me. Animal-like cries escaped me and bright lights flashed and exploded behind my closed eyes.

Dimly I could hear him gasp with surprise, then roar as my violated rectum clamped onto his invading cock–as if in revenge. Meanwh ile my whole body was shuddering and thrashing with the power of this unexpected climax. I can’t even say it was pleasurable, but it was the most intense thing I ever felt. I was assaulted by those violent waves as surely as I was being assaulted by this horrible creep who was causing them.

"AAAgghhhh!!! OH FUCK!!! …..godDAMN!!!" he shouted, then began slamming into my still-spasming hole harder than ever while jerking me back by the rope around my neck. I surely would have screamed again; it hurt so badly, but that was impossible since once again my air was cut off by the ever-tightening rope.

I could tell by his violent, quickening thrusts, groans and curses that his own delayed orgasm was finally about to hit, but those excruciating moments were like a grotesque race. Would he finally cum before I strangled during his throes? Would he remember to release his tighter-than-ever grip on the rope in time when his lust was finally sated? Or was this his intention all along….to take my very life just as he’d taken everything else as he blasted off into my dying body? My fate was totally in his hands. There was nothing I could do.

The edges of my vision were going dark when I felt his body stiffen on top of me, his rampaging tool beginning to jerk inside me. Then, with a loud shout and another five or six violent forward shoves, I finally felt the wetness inside my horribly used ass as he began shooting his third load of the night into my bowels. He was finally spent, and only then did he release the rope, right before pulling out of me.

Once again I gulped huge gasps of air then collapsed, sobbing with relief that he was finished and I was still alive. He rolled off me and lay on his back panting. That and my quiet sobs were the only noises in the room for a very long time. I could feel his eyes on me, but I’d turned my head away from him, my eyes closed. I couldn’t look at him anymore. I didn’t want to see his face ever again. It sounded like he was about to say something, but didn’t. Instead he got up from the bed and soon I heard water running from what must have been the bathroom.

I lay there, still bound, in pain and in shock I think. It seemed that a million different thoughts were flying thru my mind, but none of them would stay with me. Any attempt at coherent thought failed miserably since all thoughts would dissapate like smoke. I couldn’t focus. I didn’t even know what was going to happen to me next.

I finally opened my eyes when Chuck returned. I still couldn’t look at his face, but I saw him well enough to see that he was dressed now, and I took that as a hopeful sign. Maybe this nightmare was really almost over.

He untied me then. I sat up slowly, trying to rub the circulation back into my arms and legs. He stood watching me quietly, then stepped forward and handed my clothes to me. He’d been holding them all along I guess.

"Here, Heather", he said in a quiet voice that sounded nothing like the mean, taunting, cursing animal I’d just spent the evening being abused by. So it’s Heather now?, I remember thinking. I wondered what happened to Bitch, Cunt or any number of the charming names he’d referred to me as all night.

"You probably want to go to the bathroom."

I did look up then. I had to see if he looked as different as he sounded. The rage and venom seemed to be missing, but I still didn’t trust him.

"Go on….really…..go ahead". he said while standing back, as if to assure me he wouldn’t interfere, or that this wasn’t a cruel trick.

"You……you’re …." I stuttered, scared to even ask.

"What?"

"You’re going to….to let me go now?" There. It was out. I waited for the laughter, the taunts, the namecalling. Stupid Bitch probably the first.

"Yeah", he sighed. "I’ll take you back to your car. Whenever you’re ready, ok?"

Still eyeing him warily, I snatched my clothes from his outstretched arms and dashed to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it before he could change his mind and start hitting me or something.

Once alone, I sank to the floor with my back against the wall and just sat there a while, hugging my knees to my chest. I didn’t cry. This was the time I needed to pull myself together. I had no idea what time it was. The ordeal had seemed to last for hours and hours. Surely it was close to morning. God…Tom must be frantic with worry, I thought with real pain. I then remembered the watch in my purse. I’d put it in there the other day because the band had broken on it, but the watch itself was still working.. With much trepidation I looked thru my purse till I found it. 11:22 it said. NO WAY!! The movie I’d meant to watch that night wouldn’t even be over yet. And even if it was, I remembered telling Tom before I left that I’d probably make a stop at the 24-hour Wal-Mart, and he knew I took forever in there. That should give me enough time to get myself together mentally before I went home and had to face my husband.

Now I needed to concentrate on getting my look back together. I knew I must be a mess, but I still got quite a shock when I stood back up and looked into the mirror. I heard myself moaning with dismay. Oh my god….how was I going to explain this? My almost deathly-pale face was a canvas of splotches, some of them turning to bruises. My upper lip was swelling at the corner of my mouth, and I could see the dried blood from where it had split. I remembered the hard slaps I’d received when I tried to escape, and I hated Chuck with a new fury. There were marks on my neck from the rope, and the thin cut on my neck had broken open and fresh blood was smeared there. I was already making plans to wear a lot of choker-necklaces and high-necked blouses for the next several days.

Chuck had unfortunately picked that moment to stand outside the door and ask, "Heather? You ok?" He must have heard me when I saw my face.

The hatred I saw in the mirror distorted my face even further. I bit back the "fuck you asshole" that sprung to my lips first. I was still scared to death of him after all, and my mouth had probably gotten me in enough trouble that night, so instead I shot back simply "I’m PEACHY!". Ok, so it came out sounding louder and more sarcastic than I meant for it to….but dammit, ..I’d been hurt by him. Badly.

My sarcasm didn’t seem to offend him since I heard him moving further into the room muttering, "Ok…ok. just checking". I turned back to the mirror to survey the damage further. My eyes were puffy and red from crying. That wasn’t good. I’m one of those people who can’t cry even a little without it ruining my eyes for the rest of the day. I tried to remember which movie I’d said I was seeing that night; it had been wiped from my mind for a while. It came to me then. American Psycho. Shit. It wasn’t likely I could convince Tom that this movie was a tear-jerker. Otherwise that problem would be covered. He knew what a baby I was over sad movies. He’d laughed and teased me when I came home with red and puffy eyes after seeing Titanic.

I began to clean myself up as best as I could. I didn’t want to take a shower here, although a shower is what I longed for the most. For one thing it would take too long. I wanted out of here and as far away from that bastard outside the door as I could get. I made do with the sink and a wet washrag and tried to scrub as much of his touch and scent from me as I could.

My hair was a matted mess…it had been pulled so many times I wasn’t surprised. After combing thru it and applying some makeup, I did look a little better, but I still had these awful bruises to explain. I decided I’d just have to think of something and hope I could be convincing. I didn’t even know how I was going to face going home at all. How could I just act like everything was normal when everything was fucked up beyond words?

I couldn’t stay in this bathroom all night hiding from Chuck, nor did I want to. I wanted out of there so bad. I just wished I didn’t have to be near him anymore. Damn, I thought. I was going to have to get back into his car with him. He said he would take me back to my car, but like I’d said before, I didn’t trust him. But what choice did I have really? If I struck out on foot, with my luck I’d probably be attacked again. He’d chosen a hotel quite a distance from the theater where my car was still parked. At least I hoped it was still there, since I’d been forced out of it with the keys still in the ignition. My eyes closed in a wince as I remembered the paralyzing fear when I first saw him holding his switchblade so casually outside my open car window. I hadn’t even realized how bad it would get. Could that really only have been a few hours ago?? It didn’t seem possible. I felt a million years older since then.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door and walked into the room with my purse on my shoulder–the impatient woman who’s ready to go and go now, the gesture said. He looked up at me from the bed where he’d been sitting. I didn’t like the look in his eyes as he looked at my freshened-up appearance…I didn’t like it a bit. He wasn’t exactly looking evil again, just…..hungry.

"Ok…I’m ready…ok?", I mumbled, looking down.

"Come here for a minute…..please?"

I looked at him, trying to control the hatred I’d seen in the mirror earlier. He was patting the space on the bed next to him. Indicating he wanted me to sit by him.

"Come on Heather….we need to talk. Really."

"No we don’t!" I blurted too quickly. "I…I don’t want to talk to you right now. I just want to go".

"I won’t hurt you anymore. Ok? I promise."

Something in how he said that soothed me a little…just a little. Besides, I wanted to get home, and in one piece preferably. I was still too scared to outright refuse. Slowly I approached the bed.

Gingerly I perched on the very edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. He actually looked hurt, but shrugged a little and turned toward me.

"Ok Heather. I just wanted to say….well, there’s a lot I’d like to say, but nothing you want to hear right now."

I continued to stare straight ahead.

"But there’s one thing I have to tell you…something you should know in case you’re thinking of going to the police".

I turned toward him then, startled. That was the last thing I wanted to do! But then, I don’t suppose he could have known that.

"I have copies and printouts of all the pictures you sent me, all the letters too. All of our conversations are logged–remember our roleplays? Oh, and those wavs…"

I had no doubt that he’d kept and logged everything. Of course. The perfect crime. The bastard. The most fucked up thing about this whole night was that no matter how I’d been brutalized, no matter how scared I was I had only myself to blame and I knew it. Maybe I should have called this story Stupid Bitch Gets What’s Cumming to Her. That’s exactly how raw and ugly and sordid this sorry ass tale has been. And so true!! Damn, that title rings so true!

It really sickened me now, knowing he had my pictures–the sexy ones especially that I’d teased him with. My face burns even now when I think of him looking at them…remembering….gloating.

"I know you said no…a lot, and that I really raped you. Maybe I’d go down for it", he said lightly with a shrug. "but would you really want all of that coming out? It would you know…."

I was shaking my head. "I’m not…I won’t" , I whispered.

He kept talking as though he hadn’t heard me. Maybe he hadn’t; or maybe he just wanted to say these things to make me continue feeling helpless. He really had no clue as to how little his evidence meant to me….at least in any legal sense.

"…all of it. Not just the roleplays, but everything. Everything you ever said to me. Like I remember this one conversation we had when you said something like ‘you gotta find me first!’…that was so damn cute…."

I’d heard enough and blurted, "I said I WON’T!!" quite loudly this time. In a little lower, but still nearly hysterical voice, I continued trying to convince him. See, I wanted him assured that he could walk away from this–it seemed the only way he was going to let me go.

"You don’t have to keep telling me these things!! I’m NOT going to the damn cops! I never was! Nothing you said convinced me. I just….I don’t want anybody to know." I knew I was telling the truth. Nobody could know about this….I would die.

Looking somewhat relieved he began easing closer to me. I still didn’t like how he was looking at me. Not at all.

"Well cool! Now that we’ve got that settled…." I didn’t like the sound of his voice either. Him arm went around me….like we were on a date for godssakes.

Trying to wriggle away from his one-armed embrace I fairly whined, "Chuck….please. I need to go now….I want to go now! OK??….CHUCK!!"

Without warning he’d pulled me to him firmly, gripped my face, then forced a kiss on me. "Gee," I thought sarcastically as I tried to twist my head away, "our first kiss". I shoved at his steadily advancing chest…he was getting too close…pushing me backwards.

I managed to break the kiss…"DON’T!!!!"…..he ignored me, bearing his body down on me till I was on my back. "NOOOOO!!", I wailed pitifully. "Get off me, Chuck!! Dammit Please get OFFF!!!" Still ignoring my pleas, he was holding me down with his body while kissing me roughly….my lips, my neck…groping at my breasts, pinching the nipples. Having the luxury of not being tied up this time, I was trying to shove him off me or away from me as hard as I could; twisting under him in a pathetic attempt to scoot out from under. All my efforts, of course, were useless. My struggles had turned him on again, and he was much stronger than me. I didn’t have a chance.

I could feel his hardness against me as I fought that brief and losing battle, amazed that he was hard again, despairing that he’d never let me go. He was breathing hard, holding me down with one arm as he urgently undid his jeans, a wild look in his eye.

I tried again. "CHUCK NNNOOO!!! NO MORE…." I was starting to cry again. "You PROMISED!!!"

"I promised not to hurt you..", he muttered while jerking at my pants now. "and I won’t." Pulling them off me easily and shoving them impatiently aside, he forced himself between my tightly clenched legs and lunged forward. When I screamed, he clamped his hand over my mouth but kept going. I couldn’t believe it. Just when I thought this nightmare was over there I was, helplessly pinned under him while he raped me again.

At least he wasn’t brutal this time. He didn’t hit me or threaten me or even call me a bad name. I suppose he thought he was being romantic.

*****

When he finally took me back to my car (it was still there, keys and all), he’d barely gotten his car stopped all the way when I quickly opened the door and scrambled out before he could stop me. As I slammed the door I could hear him saying "Heather, wait", but I wasn’t slowing down for anything. I didn’t want to hear anything more he had to say. I never wanted to see him again.

Before he could try to pursue me I was in my car and peeling out of there as I wished I’d done as soon as he approached my window an eternity ago. As an after-thought I even flipped him the birdy finger as my tires squealed. I know…it was terribly juvenile and a bit redundant in this case, but for a few seconds it made me feel a little better.

It didn’t look like he was going to chase me. I drove around for a while, radio blasting, muttering to myself like a lunatic. When I was sure I wasn’t being followed I pulled into Wal-Mart’s parking lot and sat there a long time before going in. Reaction sat in and I began shaking uncontrollably. Alive….alive…the word reverberated in my head over and over. I was alive….I’m alive.

The Aftermath

To this day no one knows what happened to me that night a few months ago.. Well…no one but him.

I’ve never spoken of it aloud, not even to myself when alone. I never will either.

I had hoped against hope that Tom would be asleep when I got home, but when I walked in he was kicked back on the couch watching tv and waiting up for me. One look at my bruised face and swollen, cut lip made him spring to his feet, eyes wide.

"Baby!! What happened to you??"

To my own surprise I burst into tears, explaining while he held me that some fucking asshole had pulled out in front of me in traffic on the way home and I’d had to slam on my brakes so hard that my face was driven into the steering wheel. The story effectively explained my bruises, my tears and my uncontrollable trembling. It was natural, after all, to still be a bit shook up after an almost-accident. Especially since I’d gotten hurt.

Sure…he believed it. Why wouldn’t he? Later when he asked about the movie–I’d been uncharacteristically quiet about it–I simply shrugged and said,

"Oh….it was ok I guess."

*****

In the shower later I scrubbed myself like a maniac. I couldn’t get clean enough. I could still feel his touch no matter how hard I tried to wash him away. Funny, I thought, how many of the rape-victim cliches were true. Many weren’t though…at least in my case. It still amazes me how normal I managed to act most times.

*****

I was afraid to make love with Tom for several nights. I had no idea how I would feel or react. What if I freaked out or something? I couldn’t put him off for long, however, and it turned out ok. Better than ok, really. I actually felt much better in his familiar embrace. It felt as if he were reclaiming me….although he didn’t know it. I would die or kill before letting him know it.

There were other things he could never know; like how images and memories would come to me unbidden. Those moments that had frightened me so badly at the time would return to me not only during lovemaking, but at various odd moments during my days…..and leave me breathless…tingling….wet. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Funny, I thought, how so many of the rape-victim cliches are not true.

*****

I didn’t go near the computer for days. I didn’t care if I ever went online again. Eventually I had to go back. Tom was asking why I wasn’t into it anymore, and I realized that my sudden disinterest–easily traced back to the night I came home bruised–was starting to look suspicious.

I had mail–quite a bit of it. I had several online friends whom I normally talked to nearly every day. They were worried since they hadn’t seen me online or heard from me for a while. I really didn’t want to face them just yet. See, Chuck wasn’t the only one I’d teased. I was understandably paranoid now.

Speaking of Chuck, I wasn’t really surprised to see there was mail from him too. I’d hoped he would just leave me alone, but I think I knew better. I considered deleting them unread, but I couldn’t. I’m not sure why, other than the fact that I never could leave a letter unread.

The first few said simply "Are you ok?" with requests that I write him back. The bastard.

The last one was the one I’ve read and re-read over and over:

Dear Heather,

I know you hate me now. I don’t blame you. I just wanted to say that our encounter was the most intensely powerful, mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had. I know it was for you too, although I don’t expect you to admit it yet.

You probably feel I betrayed our friendship by acting on what you told me. But I did tell you I’d find you. I honestly believed it was what you wanted too. Sometime during that incredible night it occured to me that you really were as horrified, angry and scared as you seemed. But I couldn’t stop. Nothing could have made me stop. I only wish I could have had you all night. I’ve never been so on fire before.

I gaze at your pictures and remember with perfect detail how your body felt–inside and out. I can close my eyes and feel you quivering beneath me still. Your gagged and muffled screams wake me up in the dead of night sometimes. I awake imagining I can still smell your scent on me.

We had a shared fantasy. I made it come true. Maybe it was too real for you. Maybe I did take you totally against your will. I’m sorry about your face. I guess I was too caught up in the moment.

Heather, I have to say this….even if it makes you hate me worse. I said I’d find you someday, and maybe I was only half-serious–until you told me of your upcoming movie night, and how you would be alone. I know you didn’t exactly invite me, but subconsciously I think you did. I could almost hear you calling to me–challenging me to find you.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I really am just a sick motherfucker like you said. But I can’t forget how wet you were, or how hard you came.

Do you think of me when you make love? I’ll bet you do. And I’ll bet you get hotter and cum harder than you ever did before. I don’t know how I know this, but I’m right aren’t I? It pleases me knowing this, yet tears me apart with jealousy to think of another having you–even if he’s the one who’s supposed to.

Hate me. Wish me dead if you want…but I can’t stop thinking about you and what happened.

I want you again. I’ll have you again.

I want to feel your struggles again, hear your screams. Next time I’ll take you someplace remote, where your screams can be unleashed without a gag. As sexy as gagged screams are to me, I want to hear them full volume next time….and feel your body shaking with them. I want to taste your tears and hear you begging me to stop.

I WILL have you again, Heather…my hot little slut. Raping you is a right I’m claiming for a long long time. Even if you belong to another, you’re mine now. Don’t ever forget that.

Love,

Chuck

The first time I read this, I sat stunned and terrified when the tone of his letter changed. All apologies and lame explanations one moment, threats to rape me again the next. He really was crazy.

A deep, icy fear had begun to grow in me….accompanied by a deep, hot tingling in my sex….

Reading those words still scare me badly…..and make me so wet….

God help me.

The End

Author of this rape story is Heather

Awesome rape story By Jaz

(Sherie get’s a co-author credit on this one. All together now," Happy Birthday Sherie!" )

I want to explain what happened.

I want people to understand. Shit I want to understand it better myself. I’ve written stuff before to Morgans Site but this is different. This really happened. I met a woman, became friends with her. Slowly, over time–I, I fell in love with her. I think about, no I won’t use her real name–let’s just call her Sherie. My sweet succulent Georgia peach. Ripe and warm and sweet, dripping with juice, waiting to be licked and sucked and eaten. Pour some cream on top, and you have the picture.

This woman was made for sex, made for me. She had these smoky blue eyes and pouting lips that made me want strip her naked and just worship her. Sherie was 5ft 9 inches of long legged, thick ass, high breasted woman, and she needed my cock in her cunt. She just did not know it yet. I have often imagined myself hiding in her closet while she took a shower, and got ready for bed.

But today was different. Today was for real.

There is only so long that a man can dream, fantasize, wish he was with a woman before he MUST take action. I’ve been in her house before. I know where her room is. In some ways it was easy. I asked to use the bathroom after I cut the lawn. When she let me in, I cracked the window open. I came back when it as dark, I sneaked inside, and hid in her bedroom closet.

Here’s how it happened:

She came out of her bathroom, naked, and glistening wet. Slowly she walked into her room and threw her towel on the back of a chair. My pretty Sherie was naked for me, completely exposed. She turned around and slipped a short silk nigh tie over her head, barely covering her plump, juicy ass, It was silky and blue and had lots of little buttons down the front, and needed to come back off of her.

John made his move. He walked up behind Sherie and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, grabbing her and pressing her against his body. She was completely taken by surprise and couldn’t react in time to twist away from him. Her body was forced up against him, she could feel his belt buckle digging into her back and something else…. She realized it was his hard cock! She gave a little scream, begging for help and started twisting, struggling, desperate to escape but she couldn’t get out of his firm grasp, he was a big, powerful man.

John could not help smiling, Sherie lived way the fuck out in the boons, on a Georgia clay road. Nobody was going to come to help her, nobody was going to hear her scream. Besides, by the time he got through she would be begging him to stay.

" Shhh baby, calm down. I won’t hurt you. Trust me. Re-lax" John said as he slid one hand up under her nigh tie, lifting it up and baring her naked body again. She stilled instantly, waiting to see what he was going to do, waiting to see if somehow, by some miracle he would give up and she was going to get away.

She wasn’t.

He fingered one large breast and rubbed her nipple between his fingers. He bent down and kissed her neck, but she was so scared, she was stiff and unyielding to his caresses.

" Who are you???" she whispered " why are you doing this?"

" Don’t play dumb Sherie, you know me. I’ve been cutting your grass all summer long. It’s me John! Remember that time you made lemonade, and we talked; or when I cut my hand and you bandaged me up? I’ve wanted you for such a long time Sherie. I have looked for ways to get to know you, to show you how I felt about you, I just can’t wait any longer"

Sherie recognized him now barely).

" You’ve watched me? You’ve wanted me?" she turned her head to look up at him, still very frightened.

" Sherie, I know you don’t love me as much as I love you–yet. I want to be with you, I can’t wait any more. You can take me as your lover willingly or not, but I’m going to have you tonight. I promise that I will not hurt you if I don’t have to." he said as he rolled her little red nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Damn, her body was making him so hot, so fucking hot. He had Sherie fever. He was itching, and burning.

" Don’t do this" she pleaded. " I don’t even know you"

" Sherie this can be good. don’t worry about anything. I’d do anything to make you feel good baby."

Sherie was in a tough spot. John was a large bear of a man. 6ft 3, 240lbs powerful arms and legs with a slight gut. He was not ugly, in fact if she was honest with herself…no, what was she thinking! This was the enemy. She just wished the enemy would stop playing with her tits so damned well. He had large thick hands and they covered and cupped and completely supported her. His meaty cock was inches away from her vagina (and oh god her ass too!), she had to do something, now. Screaming for help was useless. He was way too big to fight. Sherie would have to cooperate, maybe John would keep his word and let her go.

" What do I have to do?" she said in a small, humble, sexy voice.

John gave her a tender, evil little grin..

" Thank you Sherie you won’t regret this. I am going to be so good for you. I’ll make it good for you. Now turn around and face me, unzip me."

Sherie’ lips trembled, but she did as he instructed, she had no choice. She unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. John let her finish and then took the neck of the silky little nigh tie and pulled it apart. Little blue buttons flew everywhere as he ripped it open. Sherie gave a little squeal and tried to cover herself with her arms. John laughed roughly.

" Sherie, I’ve seen everything you’ve got already, don’t try to hide from me, show me your big tits honey, It’s ok, baby. It’s me."

" Nooo" she moaned, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them the nightmare was still happening, this stranger was standing in front of her, had taken off his shirt, his pants were hanging open, and his big hard on was sticking straight out at her. He forced her to expose her breasts to him. He stared at her and she felt a hot blush begin to spread, a moist heat slowly filled her.

He swung her around so he was next to the bed and sat down, kicking his pants off as he sat.

" Sherie, come here and let me kiss you, let me taste your mouth, and swallow your tongue. Give yourself to me completely. I want you as close to me as possible. grind these big tits into my chest, and hug me as tight as you can. Wrap those long legs around me. Do it Sherie, do it right now. "

Sherie did it slowly…but she did it.

It was awkward balancing herself on a strange man, trusting him to support her, to keep her from falling. She grabbed on to John as she put her knees on either side of him and could feel her pussy spreading open. Sherie could feel the heat of his penis rubbing, and pressing against her upper thighs, and along the cheeks of her butt.

She could smell him now. He was a delicious mixture of soap and sweat and spice. He smelled manly. He smelled good. She had gotten a good look at his thick cock, and worried that he might jam it into her when she was settling in on top of him. He wanted her very badly. Every inch of John screamed his desire. It was clear to her that he was ready to fuck the living shit out of her–but he did not. He wanted her to give herself to him, to submit to him.

Slowly she leaned into him and gave him a wet little kiss. somehow, she didn’t know why, she was slowly being turned on by his obvious passion. John was making these moans, and rumbles deep in his throat as he began licking her full lips. He reached down and took a handful of her meaty ass in each hand and pulled her even closer as he deepened his kisses. How could any woman taste so sweet, feel so perfect, snug and warm in his arms? He coaxed her into opening her mouth a little wider and playfully sucked on her tasty, pink tongue. His hands were roaming all over her breasts. John rubbed, caressed, massaged her thick tits to new heights of pleasure.

Sherie felt somewhat overwhelmed at the assault of her body, her sense of who she was. This was not her. Certainly she was no prude, she had always enjoyed sex (a lot). She had even had fleeting fantasies about a stranger pressuring her to have sex. Not rape exactly, just hot, insistent, demanding sex. But this was no dream. A stranger’s cock was brushing against her pussy. John’s thick arms were around her and she was at his mercy. If he wanted to take her–then that was it, she was his. If he decided to spread her legs apart and fuck her hard and hot, and nasty; to utterly, completely rape every inch of her body, she would have no choice, no control. That should have been a terrifying thought, and on some level it was. But Sherie always tried to be honest with herself. She knew her body’s arousal cues well. She was panting heavily, her stomach was clenching tightly, she was rubbing her self against John’s lower stomach, sucking his tongue, enjoying the warmth of his hands on her tits–the signs were unmistakable, undeniable, she was sexually aroused. Somehow this man she barely knew, was earning the right to possess her, to penetrate her. She was still unsure but, if she was honest, John was turning her on. It had been a long time, her man had been overseas for many months, and in spite of herself, Sherie needed some cream.

But she didn’t even know him! He was here to take her even against her will, how could she want him? Suddenly John snapped her out of her reverie.

" Sherie, lay down on the bed, I need to taste you, before we make love. Don’t be shy, don’t hold back. Expose yourself, give me everything. I want to see it all, your whole body is mine. Sherie’ legs were trembling as she got off John’s lap. A part of her resented leaving his warmth, even for the moment it took to get in bed. She was embarrassed to see the wet trail of her juices on the top of his thighs. She was shocked when John took a finger and scooped it off and licked it greedily, lovingly. He then looked her in the eye and put some of his precum on a finger and offered it to her.

" Suck it honey, get used to my taste" .

She held his gaze as she stretched her tongue out and shyly licked his finger. It caused John’s gut to tighten in anticipation. He eased her back and she sat down in the middle of the bed, and tried to cover her full breasts and kept her legs tight together. She still felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of John, having him look at her naked body. His eyes shined with raw desire. He pulled her legs apart and leaned over her. His eyes held hers while he leaned down and ran his tongue over her bare belly.

she shivered, but she was helpless in his hands and she finally gave herself up to his right to take her and use her as he wished. and it felt damned good too! A steady trickle began to drip out of Sherie’ pretty, pink pussy as John licked, kissed, and sucked his way from her feet, past her knees, to her succulent, fleshy inner thighs. The closer he got, the more nervous she felt. John was so slow, so fucking slow. She knew he could see her arousal, smell her desire. Oh god he was going to make her cum, hard.

" Oh my god, no oh!" She cried as she humped her cunt up to his face. John held her legs wide open as he sucked and slurped on her nether lips. His face stayed attached to her for several minutes, licking, resting, and then eating her to 2 more orgasms. John was worshipping her cunt, he cherished her and needed to see her satisfied, to smell that she was happy. This was no chore for him, it was not a necessary evil to be endured to get her to orally reciprocate. No this WAS what he wanted.

She responded by rubbing her sticky pussy all over, making his whole face shiny with her juices and moaning with pleasure.

He wanted more.

" Sherie, reach inside your cunt and rub your pussy juice all over my face. Up my nose, in my eyes, mouth, hair–I want your smell, your scent to cover me. Do it honey, do it now" , John demanded in his hypnotic, rumbling, rich, baritone.

There is something erotic about touching a man’s face (especially if you are both naked), and are rubbing your cum into him. The fact that he wants you to mark him, to claim him as your own, your property, is almost primal, intoxicating. Sherie enjoyed smearing herself on John, but it made it difficult to deny his requests. She had never been with a man like him, He was clearly dominant, but he enjoyed submitting to her, he loved pleasuring her. Cover me in your pussy smell, (no problem). Bury your face in my cunt while I drench you.(oh goody). Sherie knew her overseas lover would never agree to anything like that. He was a competent partner, and sometimes made her cum–but foreplay like this was new to her. John loved playing with her, exploring her. He had a big grin on his face and was savouring every minute of their love making.

Then it happened.

" Ok, Sherie roll over I want to play with that juicy ass for a while, I can’t wait to lick it, suck it and fuck it. Don’t worry I’ll lube it real good and be gentle. I promise you will love it."

John’s thick dick was waving at her menacingly, like it could not wait to rape her tender ass apart. It was a mean looking, heavily veined cock with a large knob at the end. It was only 3/4 circumcised and had a funny bent to it like it had been broken and grown back a little crooked.

It was big enough to hurt her badly; and she knew it.

" Please John I really don’t want to do this, don’t fuck my ass" she said in a frightened voice.

John was a little upset too. He loved anal sex. Sherie’s ass was perfect. Full and round and made for fucking. He wanted to bury his face in her butt, to tunnel his tongue deep inside her, to see her squirm from pleasure, and yes to hear the occasional scream, the involuntary guttural grunt escape her lips. In his experience only the hottest, wildest, most enthusiastic, pussy sex could compare to anal fucking. She wasn’t ready for that, but it gave him an idea.

" If I can’t have your ass, you must surrender your vagina. I am going to fuck it. I want you to GIVE it to me, to participate willingly, with total abandon. Any way I want you. Your mouth, your tits, your sweet, sweet pussy–any fucking time I want you. You will own my fat cock, you can suck it, fuck it, lick it, swallow it–it’s yours. I love you Sherie, and I will make you happy if you let me. I am yours, and you are MINE. Do we have a deal? " Sherie could not believe what she was hearing, what she was feeling. Her body was buzzing, tingling all over. She was ready to be fucked–no that was not right, it was too passive. She was ready to ride him, to actively fuck the shit out of his cock, to make him scream her name, to suck him until he begged for mercy like a good little boy. She did not love John but for tonight she planned to make love to him. They’d sort the rest out in time. Speaking of time it was after midnight. Today was her birthday. Yeah John made a damned nice gift. It was time to unwrap him.

" I want you. Tonight I want all of you, she said with a mischievous grin, as she laid back on the bed, closed her eyes an spread her body into an " X" .

John let out a squeal of pure delight, of child-like pleasure as he crawled between her legs. Sherie started giggling as he rubbed her clitoris to a frenzy, and then inserted his beefy, man-cock deep inside her.

It was going to be a long night, and an even longer tomorrow.

She started humming," Happy Birthday to me" and laughing like a loon while John fucked her long and hot and hard and nasty and oh so fucking GOOD!

A rape story By Peeping Plate

I am 26 years old and my fiancée Linda is 23 years old. We have been seeing each other for two years now. Although things have been going fairly well, we’ve got good jobs, we’re engaged, got a house and in are love, something is missing. Linda really doesn’t like sex that much. Whenever we have sex it would seem like she was going through the motions, this is driving me fucking nuts.

It started to get to the point where I needed started thinking about other women while I was banging Linda. After a while that got boring too, so now I have started dreaming up scenarios during sex. Linda has noticed this new resurgence as well. During our last fuck session she really got into it when I started getting rougher with her. I thought, hey maybe I am on to something here.

I had planned it all week, I was going to greet her at the door on Friday after work and just take her, no questions asked, and give her all 8 inches of my fat cock. I told her that morning I had a big surprise for her when she got home and she was pretty excited to here that, little did she know what it was. She told me she would rush home and we’d go for dinner. I thought about it all day at work and it made me hard as a rock during the day.

Even the receptionist, a real hottie at work, 19 year old blonde bimbo with a set of tits to die for, and an ass she loved showing off when she walked noticed the bulge in my pants, that only made me more horny than ever. More than once I have fucked that blonde bitch in my mind when Linda and I shagged. When I got home that day I had a couple shots of JD and waited for her to come home. The phone rang and it was Linda explaining that she had to stay late to finish a deadline her boss gave her today.

"Fuck! Just fucking great" I thought, "I am too fucking worked up and horny to wait for that bitch, I am outta here" and left to get some air.

I took my usual route when I needed to blow off some steam, I’d walk down by the golf course and catch the occasional peeping tom show at the local houses. As it turns out I walked for quite some time and it was pretty late, as I was heading back I noticed a house with three young chicks in it laughing, drinking and listening to some music. I snuck up beside the rear sliding kitchen door and looked in.

"Holy shit, these little tighties are fucking hot" I said to myself.

They were maybe 18 or 19 and delicious. The first one, Angel, as I overhead them talking was clearly the best, platinum blonde, tall and super model looks. She was wearing a tight top that showed her yummy tits, easily 38 D’s. Her friends, Jessica and Shannon were pretty fuckable too. I overheard them talking about what a great house it was and how lucky Angel was to be able to house sit this weekend for her parent’s friends.

"BINGO" I am getting lucky tonight for sure I thought.

I waited around for another hour before it started to wind down, Shannon said she had to go and got her parents to pick her up. As it turned out Jessica was going to sleep over since she’d drank too much. ahhhh too bad Jessica I thought. They went into another room to watch some TV.

It didn’t take long for Jessica to feel the effects of the booze and she started to nod off. Her feet were tucked up close to her ass and it gave a great view of her ass to me, and as it turned out Angel too. Angel surfed the channels on the dish and came across a porno channel showing a scene on the TV with two bitches going at it. I guess she had a little lesbo in her, cause she starting stealing peeps at her friends ass and crotch that was exposed to her under her friend’s mini-skirt.

"Holy Shit, she’s getting hot looking at her friend, fucking eh!" I said to myself, and couldn’t believe what she did next, she got up and checked to see if her friend was really passed out, and guessing it was safe leaned down and sniffed her crotch. Scared she would get caught she took quick sniffs, but kept taking a little longer each time. Getting more daring she lifted the side of Jessica’s satin panties to one side and sniffed her puffy cunt up close. Jessica had a great cunt, soft brown pubes and one of those cunts guys love, looking like a flower petal. Angel was a closet dyke! Ha!

I guess it stirred Jessica a bit and she woke up and said she was going to bed. Angel hugged her good night and said she could take the down stairs guest room and she’d sleep in the master bedroom, and indicated she was going to take a shower. They said good night and went their separate ways.

I looked in the downstairs window and saw Jessica stripe down to just her pretty satin panties. Fuck, she has nice tits too, not as big as Angel’s but the nipples were nice and pink, pointing up to greet the sky. She put a T-shirt on a fell onto the bed and passed out again.

I heard the shower go on upstairs and thought, here’s my chance. Do I do it or not?

My heart was thumping so much I could see it out of my shirt, and my cock was ready to bust a hole in my jeans.

"Should I, or shouldn’t I?"

"Fuck it, look out you little cunts, you’re getting the fucking of your life tonight." And so am I, I thought.

I slid the door open grabbed a big knife from the kitchen and went downstairs to the guest room. Jessica had left the night table light on, and she was spread eagled on the bed, passed out. I could hear the shower going upstairs, so I knew I had some time to think. I knew Angel was probably upstairs fingering herself after that little lesbo peepshow of hers, I figured she might come back for more, so I set Jessica up for her.

I tested Jessica’s sleepiness, she was definitely out like a rock. I gently removed her panties, took a quick sniff too, shit she was fucking yummy. What an ass! I wanted to bang her right then. But, I thought two is better than one, I know that dyke will come downstairs again for another look and I’ll get them both.

I heard the shower stop and sure enough, five minutes later I heard her walking downstairs. I hid in the closet and got a good view from there.

Angel knocked on the door, not hearing a response she looked in, she was wearing a robe and was still wet (fucking hot!) and I saw the look on her face, she wanted Jessica, no doubt about it. She walked in - fuck my heart is just pounding, I hope she can’t hear it, its that loud! She walked right up to the bed and stared at Jessica’s pussy.

Her back was now turned to me and I thought this is it, its now or never! I opened the closet door slowly and grabbed Angel from behind, one hand on her mouth the other with the knife at her throat. She struggled a bit, and the knife gave her a quick cut, not deep, but enough to know I would use it.

"Now, shut up or you’ll die, Understand?"

She nodded yes. I walked her over to the door and told her to shut it cause she was about to get the fuck of her life, and she would also get the chance to lick Jessica’s cunt too if she was nice. She closed the door - I knew then I was getting some great poon tonight - I told her to put the big chair against the door.

I told her I’d remove my hand if she cooperated, "if you don’t, I’ll kill her first, just to let you know what its going to feel like when I kill you" This scared the shit out of her.

I let go, and she immediately said she’d not call the police if I left right now.

"Fuck you, see this bulge" she looked at my pants and her eyes widened, "its been hard for over an hour, I saw you sniffing her pussy in the TV room, your getting raped good tonight, so just shut up, and enjoy it"

This freaked her out a bit that I caught her sniffing Jessica’s crotch.

"Now, be a good girl and stand still with your hands in the air would you"

She slowly put her hands over her head and I took the knife and slowly ran the tip down her neck to her cleavage, she was shivering now and shuddered when I reached her big tits.

"You’ve got the best set of horns I’ve ever seen, now its time to see them in the flesh and up close" I said.

I took the knife and sliced the waistband of her robe and it slowly fell open. Her tits were so big that the robe wouldn’t open past them. I loved how the agony was killing her, and making me even harder. I pointed the knife at her tits and traced the tip over her exposed globes, then I slowly edged it into the robe and Holy Shit! They were fucking perfect. Great nipples, hard a pencil erasers, pink and waiting to be sucked. They hung there, but being young, they were stiff and firm. I couldn’t wait to put my cock between them and spray her face with my love goo.

She had put underwear on after her shower, I traced the knife down her navel to the top of the panties.

"Please don’t, I’ve got money, I’ve got credit cards, take whatever you want" she said

"Oh I will take what I want for sure, you can bet on that, now turn around and bend over" I instructed.

"Lift your robe up, and get ready"

I took the knife and dragged it along the curves of her ass and down into the crack of her panties and patted her lips. "They are a little puffy right now, did you finger fuck yourself Angel - she didn’t like that I knew her name - in the shower, did you dream of licking Jessie’s pussy?"

No answer.

"Did you?" I demanded, she sheepishly nodded yes.

"Oh you are a horny one, you’re never going to forget tonight. Its going to be a dream come true and a nightmare all at once"

With that I sliced open her panties in one quick swoop of her beltline, and it exposed half her ass. Her pussy was magnificent, blonde & trimmed so that just a little hair was in a neat triangle on top and the lips bare.

Unbelievably Jessica was still passed out, God bless her! I thought.

"Now go lie on the bed with Jessica real slowly and with one hand finger yourself, and do the same for her" She didn’t hesitate.

She laid down and exposed her cunt to me freely, I guess she couldn’t wait to get to Jessie’s cunny. She started to play with Jessica’s pussy slowly and with hers too. Man, this was hot, two sex slaves and one of them is a dyke. Fuck Linda, who needs her when I’ve got these two bitches ready to get fucked till they can’t walk.

Jessica started to stir a little, Angel whispered in her ear to be quiet, and don’t scream but that there was a rapist here. Jessica bolted up and was scared to death.

"That’s right, I am here to rape you, to fuck the living daylights out of you" I said "you have two choices, going along with it, or die, which one do you want?"

Not much of a choice really. Angel told her to just stay calm.

"Let the asshole do what he wants and we’ll be OK" Angel said.

"I know why you want her to cooperate Angel" I said, she gave me a nasty glare.

"OK, Jessica, do you understand that for the next while you are going to get fucked in every hole God gave you?"

She started to cry, and sobbed "please don’t, I am a virgin, I’ll do anything but, don’t take my virginity"

Angel didn’t say anything, that little slut probably has had it tons of times.

"You know what, as a sign of good faith, I’ll leave your pussy alone, but I don’t think Angel will be able to leave it alone" I went on to explain about the crotch sniffing, and she just looked at Angel like she wanted to kill her. Oh well, how does the saying go? With friends like that.

"OK, show time Angel, do me a favour and rip that T-shirt off your friend".

She reached over slowly, said sorry and then reefed on the shirt and tore it open. Angel just stared at Jessica’s tits.

She tried to hide them and I said "Uh ah, sorry, those are mine and Angel’s tonight, hands off".

She removed her hands.

"Now turn over Jess, and point your ass into the sky"

She turned over and pointed her ass into our direction. What a sight, that ass perfectly outlined her pussy. A promise is a promise, I wouldn’t fuck it, but her juicy bud hole was free game. I told Angel to do the same but to lick Jess’s cunt, cause I wanted to start with her.

"What an ass Angel, I can’t wait to put my cock in it". She turned around a yelled "no way, fuck my pussy but leave my ass alone" "

"Excuse me, Fuck off, just for that, I am going to fuck it until it bleeds".

"No, please, I am sorry, please"

"Anymore trouble and I’ll fuck it with my knife, got it" they both nodded.

Angel turned around again and started licking Jessica’s cunt, I could hear the slurping sounds. Jessica was crying, but had her eyes shut. Angel was really getting into it.

I’d been waiting long enough and started to play with Angel’s pussy, she didn’t even flinch. I stood up and took my shirt off, and started to unzip my pants. Jess opened her eyes and stared as I slipped them off and took down my boxers. Shit, it felt great to let it out, and it was a hard as granite, pointing up to the ceiling and twitching, ready for action. Jessica tapped Angel on the shoulder and she looked back and gasped.

"Look at it long and hard girls, cause you’re going to get to know it really well"

"You’re not putting that in my ass are you?" Angel asked,

"Oh yes, its going to be a tight fit, but we’ll manage" I joked.

"Now, keep eating Angel"

She resumed her munching, and Jessica just stared at my cock. I liked that she was scared of its size, and also it was making her a little worried and horny at the same time.

I stroked Angel’s cunt with the tip of my cock and could feel the wet smoothness of her bare cunt lips. Shit, this bitch was horny and loving it.

"Hey, Jessica, Angel is soaking wet, I think she loves your pussy" Angel just kept slurping.

I pushed the head of my cock into Angel slowly and made sure she felt every inch of the 8 inch rope I was going to fuck her with. I guess she never had anything so thick in her before cause she looked back and moaned. Fuck, this was great.

I then slammed it into her, it banged her mouth into Jessica hard, and I guess she was right on her clit, cause Jessica just exploded with an orgasm into Angel’s mouth.

I just raped Angel as hard as I could, I was ready to blow an hour ago, let alone being inside this young tight box. I fucked her really hard for about 5 minutes and told Jess to open her mouth cause she about to taste my cock, my sperm and Angel’s cunt all at once. I aimed my monster at her mouth and fucked her mouth until I blew what felt like a quart into her throat. She gagged and it started to drip out.

"Angel, help her out, lick up the rest would you" She gobbled up the rest from Jess’s face and even frenched her looking for more. Fucking whore.

"OK, now I want you Jessica to do the same for Angel" I explained.

Jess hesitated, so to restore a little respect I gave her a hard slap in the tits, and pointed my knife right at her jugular. She starting licking.

I smeared the saliva and orgasm from Jessica’s cunt onto her asshole, and she shuddered because she knew what was coming next. I put my now rehardening cock against her shitter and starting pushing. Little slut, starting pushing back, seems she likes it in the poop shoot. OK, lets give her a good one. I fucked her so hard, and so good. Her skin was gripping my cock so tight, I blew my load deep into her ass.

"Angel clean me up would you please" She loved it, tasting Jess’s ass proved to much for her and she came into Jess’s mouth too.

I fucked these girls for 3.5 hours that night. They seemed to enjoy it after awhile, which was good, cause that’s all I wanted, I didn’t want to hurt them, just fuck them senseless.

When I left it was around 4:00 in the morning, and they were lying there naked, fucked over, exhausted and dripping cum from there asses and from Angel’s pussy. I kept my promise and left Less’s pussy alone. I don’t think these two honeys will ever be the same with each other again.

When I got home, Linda was in bed, I said I went out with the guys, and she bought it.

I gave her a kiss goodnight letting her taste all my fun that night. She rolled over and pointed her ass at me, I gave her a little love tap on the cunt, and felt it was soaking wet and smelled like cum, but that’s another story.

It all started when William and Marsha Higgins went on a two-week vacation with their 13-year-old son, Jack, leaving the house to their two older children, James and Alexandra.

Jimmy and Alex did not want to join their family’s vacation. Alexandra had a major essay to finish and Jimmy, who hated family vacations, thought it would be a great opportunity to have the house all to himself without the nagging little brother and without mom and dad. Both Jimmy and Alex were thrilled to have the house for themselves. A little peace and quiet for a change.

They had a few conversations here and there, with much less arguments between them than usual. For some reason, the quiet at home attributed to a cooler atmosphere between the brother and sister.
Most of the time, though, they left each other alone, and barely even seen each other, as each of them spent most of the time with his/her friends.

One night, just a few days after their parents left, Jimmy invited his three closest friends: Mike Madison, Nick Goldstein and Kyle Sweeney. On the exact same night Alex has invited her best friend, Natalie, but the two of them were mostly in Alex’s room, leaving the four boys to themselves.

The four boys, ranging between 17-18 years of age, were spending the evening playing cards and drinking beer among other drinks.

Mike was not much of a beer fan, so he was the only one who did not drink it, although he did participate in purchasing the beer, supplied by Nick’s older brother (with their money plus a little buyer’s fee).

The four were very close even though they weren’t exactly the same types of people. Mike, unlike the other three, was a little chubby, and wasn’t as socially dominant as the others, although everyone knew he was a little on the wild side, and respected him. Everyone knew he could turn from nerd-boy to Psycho-boy in the blink of an eye. That’s why he fit so well into the drama department, which was where he met Nick, the “star” of the Emory High. The good thing about theatre class is that it’s a cooperative class. You don’t sit alone with your face in the book, but interact with the other students, knowing that all of the different types of people have one thing in common. They LOVE expressing themselves every way they can.

Nick, the most muscular, good looking and popular among the four, met James at the beginning of the previous semester, just days before starting to form a friendship with Mike, who was with him in the same 2nd period Drama class. The three soon spent their lunchtime together, talking and laughing and playing cards on a daily basis. James and Mike, although meeting through Nick, became best friends, and their bond was much stronger than they had with anyone else, including Nick.

Kyle, the toughest looking of the four, was an old friend of Nick, and through him got acquainted with the other two. Especially with James, who was sitting next to him in Math.
Kyle had the reputation of a troublemaker, having been charged for assault after getting drunk, although his friends knew he was a nice guy with a great sense of humor. Luckily for all of them, Kyle’s schedule has changed in such a way that he soon shared the lunch period with his three friends.

Tonight, sitting in James’ kitchen, The four boys did not pay much attention to the two 18 year old girls who were in the house, mostly in Alex’s room. The girls didn’t feel like getting out of the room much either. Alex and Natalie, like most girls their age, did not have much love for Kyle, who’s been rumored to have hit his girlfriends often, and usually of having more than one at a time. Alex was shocked and appalled when she found out her brother James was hanging with this animal, and worried more and more as the two boys have gotten so close until they formed a “clique” with the other two guys. Alex knew Mike better than she knew the other two friends of James and was worried that he too would learn Kyle’s mean habits.
As for Nick, everyone knew he was friends with Kyle but none of the girls at school held a grudge against him for that. Both Alex and Natalie, like every other girl at Emory High, hated Kyle’s guts but had a crush on Nick. If it were up to the girls at Emory, Nick would be allowed to get away with murder just for being SOOOOO CUUUUUUTE! James, Mike and Kyle would often tease Nick about it whenever some little freshman would go up to him or try to talk to him. But Nick didn’t care about their teasing. When it came to his friends’ teasing, he was ice cold, and joined his friends in laughing at the little twerps who thought they had a shot with him.

The lives of the six high school students in the Higgins home were (much like the paragraphs above) very regular, routine-filled, with little special moments here and there. But tonight…

As the four boys were sitting and talking about girls and beer and fights and girls and other stuff (and girls again), Kyle drew everyone’s attention to the young guest in the other room.
“So,” Kyle asked. “What’s the deal with Alex’s friend?”
“What do you mean?” James asked.
“Is she Hispanic or what?”
“No.” Answered James as he was finishing dealing the cards again.
“Why?” Mike asked. “You wanna get into her holes?”
“Fuck you, man.” Kyle replied.
“I’d love to.” Mike teased.
“No, seriously, man. What’s her last name again? Moms?”
“Marmesh,” replied Nick. “She’s an Arab.”
“No shit.” Kyle responded. “I’m sure she gives great blow jobs. Get it? Arabs! BLOW jobs!”
“Hey, she’s a good girl.” James said.
Nick backed him up: “This country owes a great deal to her father. Give her some respect. He defected from Iraq or something and did a great job for this country. Lots of Intel.”
James looked at Nick with surprise. “How the fuck do you know that?”
Mike laughed. “You sure know a lot about her, Nicky. Anything you’d like to tell us?”
“Look, one time we both came here when there was no one home. I was gonna visit Jimmy while she was gonna see Alex, but none of you were home. We had a lot of time to talk on our way back home so she pretty much told me everything about her life. How her father escaped through Syria, then Israel, and then sent to live in the US. Now he is married, and got three American kids, Including Nat.”
Mike smiled. “Nat?”
“Another fucking parasite, if you ask me.” Muttered Kyle.
Nick turned to Kyle. “The information he had helped us a great deal. He did it out of ideology, not greed.”
“So I guess you better show her some respect, okay, Kyle?” James pleaded. “ I don’t want any shit from my folks.”

Kyle sat back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. “Hey, if her dad’s a hero, good for him, okay? It doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat each member of his fucking family like a saint. He might be a good guy but his son is an asshole and his daughter is a fucking cockteaser.”

“No, she’s not.” Mike argued.

Just as Mike finished his sentence, Alex’s bedroom door opened. Her friend Natalie stepped out, wearing her tight blue jeans and a tight white undershirt that revealed her dark skin and made her nipples quite noticeable from under the undershirt and bra. Natalie had a very dark skin, which prevented her from ever being mistaken as Caucasian. She wasn’t a beautiful girl, but was attractive in her own way, and the complexion of her skin definitely attributed to her good looks and fit in great with her black eyes and her thick black shoulder-length hair. Although some would define her as ugly, she did look rather attractive to most guys, including the four boys at the table.

The four stopped talking and watched as Natalie started walking towards the kitchen.
“Good evening.” James greeted her.
“Hello!” she smiled. “Hi, Mike!”
“Hi!” Mike replied, trying to seem indifferent as he picked up his cards and examined them.
“Hey, Nick!” She said, smiling a wide smile and sort of pulling the last word as she greeted Nick.
“Hello.” Hick smiled pleasantly at her.
“You look good tonight.” She complimented him.
“You look good every night.” He said in return, smiling his big, famous smile that had practically become his trademark.

Natalie opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a Diet Coke bottle. After getting herself a drink she went back to Alex’s room. “See ya around, Nicky.” She smiled again.
“Yeah, you bet.” Nick replied.
As Natalie closed the door, Kyle turned to the others. “I gotta fuck an Arab cheek some day. Just to know what it feels.”
“Shut up and play.” Said James.
“What, you don’t think she was a cockteaser? And did you see the way she ignored me? I’m telling you, I wouldn’t mind teaching the little cunt a lesson.”
“Yeah,” Nick agreed. “I guess she’s fuckable.”
Kyle smiled. “What do you say, Mikey? Wanna play with us? We can all do her together.”
“Shut up.” James rebuked him.
“I’d fuck her.” Mike replied coldly.
“Nick, are you with me?” Kyle asked.
“You know me, man. When I fuck a girl, it has to be the prettiest of the bunch. And in that room there’s a prettier girl than Natalie Marmesh the Arab cheek.”
“Hey, man, that’s disgusting.” James replied, as he realized Nick was referring to his sister.
“Tell me something, James.” Kyle asked. “Don’t you ever feel like nailing your sister?”
“FUCK YOU!”
“No, really, Jimmy. If she wasn’t your sis… You never noticed how FUCKING HOT she is? Especially for a fifteen year old.”
“Leave him alone, dude.” Mike defended James. But Kyle continued his teasing.
“Hey, man. I’m just being honest. I’m telling what I THINK. I’m not trying to sugarcoat it. James knows I would love to have his sister’s ass, and any other man would feel the same.”

At this point Mike started getting uneasy. He was the only virgin at the table, and was VERY sexually frustrated. But what was the point of talking about sex if they’re not gonna do anything about it? They can talk about more serious issues at the moment and jerk off later in the privacy of their rooms.
“Great, Kyle. You talked about sex. Now you’re a real man. We all are, since we talked about fucking the girls in the next room.”
“What, you don’t think I can do it?” Kyle asked.
“You can. Technically. Physically.” Mike replied in a dry tone.
“James, would you mind if we fuck your sister?” Kyle asked.
“Be my guest.” Was the answer of the guy who did not mind if the Earth would swallow his sister.

James did not like Alex in particular. The only real positive feeling he had for her was attraction. He noticed she was a beautiful girl. He noticed her beautiful long black shoulder-length hair and her deep blue eyes that one can easily get lost in. He noticed her fairly large boobs, just begging for attention. If she wasn’t his sister…
Still, he wouldn’t mind watching other people do her. And he wouldn’t mind doing some things himself if he felt that he could get away with it.
“Your sis is cool.” Mike said.
“Good, so what are we waiting for?” Kyle asked. “Come on, Mike. You’re the one who got us all so turned on to those rape websites. How bout making the stories a reality?” He asked Bluntly.
“You’re shitting me.” Said Nick.
“It’s not so hard.” Replied Kyle. “And besides, Nick, you can have any one of them tonight anyway. You can have each one you want. Especially the Arab girl. Let’s see you hit on the Arab girl. That would be hilarious.”
“Yeah,” said Mike. “She’s a cockteaser. Even if you don’t fuck her, just lead her on, that would teach her a lesson.”
“I’ll bet you whatever you want you ain’t got the guts to ask her out.” Kyle challenged Nick, knowing exactly what would happen next. Kyle was good at controlling people, especially his friends.
“Ok, Kyle. You know what? Fuck the money. I’m gonna lead her on tonight, and make some poor excuse later.”
“Hang on, hang on.” Mike said as Nick was getting up. “What about all of this rape stuff? What happens next? You want us to fuck or what?”
“Mikey, nobody is gonna sleep with her tonight.” Nick reassured him.
Kyle laughed. “Guys, you’re all a bunch of cowards. Here we are, with the chance to have the night of our fucking lives. We got Alex the pussy and Natalie the cockteaser, and frankly I would love to use their breasts as a pillow. You all keep reading about force fantasies but don’t have the guts to get a girl who doesn’t open her legs for you first. It’s up to the fucking guys to get the fucking. It’s been that way since humans lived in caves. Are you all turning to pussies on me? James, say something here. You don’t mind what would happen to your sister, do you?”

James, who was a little drunk at this point, looked up at Kyle. “You know what? I’m sick of you blabbing all the time. You wanna fuck’em? Go on and fuck’em. I dare you.”
“Ok.” Kyle said. “As long as Nick does his dare first.”
“Piece of cake.” Said Nick and rose up again.
“Hang on,” Mike interrupted once more. “Are we talking about fucking them both no matter what?”
“Yeah.” Kyle replied casually.
“Yeah.” James repeated.
“Sounds good to me.” Nick said as he rose up.

Mike was looking at his three friends. How could this conversation have gone this far? Was it sexual frustration? Hormones? Psychopathy on Kyle’s part? On all of their parts? Mike needed a moment to let the idea sink in. What if the girls would object? Would they really go all the way? Do they have the guts? Does HE have the guts?

As he continued to roll the situation in his head, Nick has already started heading to where the girls were. Mike heard Nick knocking on Alex’s door. He heard the door open and Nick asking Natalie if she could come for a sec. He heard her hesitating “yeah, ok” and watched Nick leading the girl by hand into the room of Jack, James’ and Alex’s little brother.
As Nick closed the door Mike kept thinking. He kept thinking of the roles he had in the school plays. He usually played a villain of some sort, or at least some crazy madman. But was he really able to do THIS? He always wondered how good of an actor he is. To what an extreme could he really take that “evil” exercise? Could he, as an actor, despite his high moral stance, watch a rape and not stop it or report it? Could he take an active part in what he sees as a vicious crime against another human being? If so, he’s a better actor than he thought.
It was as if he was engineering his brain. Some people are BORN with inherent psychological problems. Blocks in the emigdala of their brain that cause them to block emotions and be Psychopaths. They can’t help it. But Mike… He was going to turn himself into something most people try to find a cure for. He was going to try to turn himself into a Psychopath, and earn something as an actor. Hell, earn something as a human being, as he shall experience the ultimate freedom and practice his darkest fantasies. But does he have the balls?

James and Kyle sipped their beers and smiled at each other as the three teens were hearing Nick’s soothing voice through the wall, talking to Natalie, leading her on to believe he liked her.
After a few seconds, Alex went out of her room, her thick black hair sliding over her long T-shirt she was wearing as a pajama. Her big tits dancing in front of her, teasing the boys to jump in and play. Her smooth thighs visible to all as she only wore a pair of panties that were only slightly visible under the T-Shirt. Usually she had a big smile on her face. An inviting smile that made Mike just wanna ram into her. But this time she wasn’t smiling. This time she approached the boys with an angry look on her face, an expression that made her look even sexier in Mike’s eyes.
She walked up to the table and banged on it with her hand.
“James, what the fuck is that all about with Nick?”
“What do you mean, little sister?” He asked innocently, sipping from his bottle.

Mike was mesmerized. How is it all going to end? Tune in!
He realized that he could either jump in and interfere, or just sit back and examine it all from an anthropological perspective. See how a society of, let’s say, a couple of teenagers, handles the given situation they were in. He should probably sit back and let his friends set the pace. See how serious they are before trying to establish what is the given situation he was actually in.

“Jim, I’ll tell mom and dad that you’re drinking. Tell me what’s going on!”
“Alex, he’s just asking her out.”
“I don’t want him to use her.”
“Alex, he’s my friend.”
“Get out of here, little bitch.” Kyle interfered.
“What was that?” Alex asked angrily.
“Fuck off, cunt!” Kyle yelled at her once more.
“Okay, James.” Alex said calmly. “Either your friend is leaving, or I’m calling mom and dad and tell them you’ve been drinking all night.”
“Permission to act freely, Sir!” Kyle announced dramatically.
“Permission granted.” James replied.

With that said, Kyle got up, reached at Alex’s left breast, and squeezed it. “Honk-honk!”
With the look of shock in her face, Alex quickly moved her hand to slap Kyle on the cheek. Unfortunately for her, he was fast enough to grab her wrist at the nick of time.

He left her boob alone as she raised her other hand and grabbed her other wrist. He tried to control her as she put up a fight to break free. Kyle was laughing at the situation.
“James, TELL him!” Alex cried!
James got up and went to help his friend, grabbing his sister’s waist and pulling her hair backwards.
Kyle leaned over and kissed her to shut her up. Each of the three boys started feeling hard pretty quickly. James grabbed one of Alex’s arms as she put out a hopeless fight.
As Kyle was done with kissing Alex, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head away from him as he put one hand on her mouth and shut her up. “Hey, Jimmy. Do you mind letting me play with your sister in your room? I’ll be the doctor and she’ll be the naughty patient.”
Alex whimpered as the two boys held her tight. They took control of her and lifted her up in the air. James was holding her legs while Kyle had one hand on her back and another on her mouth, squeezing the back of her head against his chest, letting her wild soft hair rest on his shirt. Chuckling quietly, the two boys started carrying her towards her room.
Alexandra looked at Mike, her eyes filled with terror as she could not yell for his help. Mike just sat there and lit one of Kyle’s cigarettes, sucking it deep as he watched his friends disappear into Alex’s room. He took a bite from his last Pizza slice and smiled as his friends went out of sight with their luggage.

He was so hard now. Here he was, an 18 year old virgin, sitting with a Pizza, drinks, cigarettes and a hard-on, while in two different rooms there are two beautiful 18 year old Brunettes he can pick and choose from. What to do… What to do…

In the meantime, in Jack’s room, Nick and Natalie were sitting on the bed, kissing passionately after he told her he has been thinking about her for a while now. He told her how he couldn’t concentrate in his schoolwork anymore, and she just bought into it like a fish on a hook. All he had to do is roll her up.
In between kisses, as they were looking into each other’s eyes, she suddenly turned her head back as she thought she heard a noise. That happened just as Kyle and Jimmy were moving Alex around the hallway like a piece of furniture.

“What was that noise?” She asked.
Nick, who was guessing what was happening outside, said: “That’s my heart pounding.” He put his hand on her cheek and leaned to kiss her again.
That was one of many cheap, stupid lines that have been going around for years, yet she was touched by it, that stupid cunt! In fact, that particular line was so old it has been used by Larry King when he was a boy. Nick read it in some book about Jewish Mobsters. He just hoped that unlike the CNN anchor, he won’t ever forget a cigarette in his mouth while kissing a girl.

As he kept making out with Natalie, (who was a great kisser, by the way) Nick Goldstein thought of how funny it would be to introduce this girl to his mother. That would sure be hilarious. The old lady had a problem with people from Natalie’s ethnic group. Not that it matters. He won’t date her anyway. Not because of her background, but because she was an ugly little 15 year old child and he had better pussies waiting for him.
As they went on kissing, Nick noticed someone standing outside the room, looking through the crack in the slightly open door. It was Mike with a cigarette in one hand and a beer bottle in the other. He was looking at Nick and smiled as Nick looked up at him. Nick winked at Mike. Mike winked back and started stepping towards little Alex’s room.

Meanwhile in Alex’s room, James and Kyle laid the girl on her bed. James got on the bed, bowing near her head while holding her arms together, so that Kyle, who was on top of her, facing James, would be free to play. Kyle was still holding her mouth, whispering at her, telling her he will hurt her and Natalie if she’ll scream.
Poor Alex did not know if it was a joke or something more serious, but she nodded, planning to do as he says and be quiet. She couldn’t let him hurt Natalie over this stupid joke. Might as well cooperate.
Kyle took his hand off her mouth and started moving his hands all over her upper body, pinching and tickling her, pinching and massaging her breasts.

“Please, stop! I’m sorry!”
“Fuck you!”, said Kyle, matter-of-factly
“You promise you won’t tell mom and dad anything?” James asked, looking at her with a thoughtful face.
“Fine.” She replied angrily.
“Hey, tell me something, Alex. About that new boyfriend of yours. Did he pop you yet?” Kyle teased.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. Cut it out, ok? Let me go, Kyle.”
“Are you sorry about what you said earlier?” Kyle asked, putting both hands on her breasts.
She knew she won’t be able to release her hands from her brother’s grip, let alone fighting two guys off, so she said what they wanted to hear: “Yeah, ok, fine. I’m sorry, Kyle. I won’t make you leave, and I won’t tell anyone about the booze.”
James started laughing. “You won’t make US leave? Honey, if anything, we won’t make YOU.”
“Fuck you James!” The girl yelled. She then turned to Kyle. “And I do not have a boyfriend. We just dated like once.”
“One is enough for the cherry.”
“Fuck off, Kyle!”

The two boys looked at each other. “Okay.” Kyle chuckled, as he started to slowly lift the rubber of Alex’s panties with his fingers.
“Hey, cut that out. Not there!”
“I’m just playing. I think you can put out with a little teasing after the way you treated me.”

“She can put out in general.”

The three of them turned their heads to the door as they heard those words. It was Mike, standing in the doorway, chuckling. “Cute. Oh, don’t stop at my account. Please, I’m air!”

Alex felt relieved to finally see a friendly face, though Mike’s behavior didn’t add up. He was acting as one of them, but she knew he was different. And besides, right now, he was her best shot at getting out of this situation.
“Mikey, thank god. Please tell them to cut off this joke.”
“Nah, I think I’ll just keep watching.”
“Mike, please! It’s not funny anymore. Tell them!”
“I’m air, baby. I’m a fly on the wall.”
Alex did not know what to do. It was bad enough this stinking scumfuck Kyle was on top of her, playing with her. His behavior did not surprise her. Jimmy was an asshole too. But having Mike Madison in this room watching it… It just wasn’t right. She didn’t want him to see her that way. She didn’t want him to think of her as a slut. She knew what people like Kyle and James thought about when they were looking at women. And she was no different for them. Not even for her own brother. She knew that from now on, every time she’ll encounter Mike, he’ll have that image in his mind of her lying on her bed in her T-Shirt and panties, with Kyle putting his dirty fingers down her panties.

“You heard the man. He’s air. Probably the luckiest piece of air in the atmosphere.” Kyle said, moving his face closer to Alex’s. “What do you think, Alex?” He whispered. “ Do you think he’s hot? You want him to see me fingering you?”

Kyle quickly put his right hand on Alex’s mouth as he lowered his left-hand fingers into her vagina.
He quickly removed his right hand back as he felt Alex’s teeth sink into it.

“AAHH! YOU BITCH!” Kyle started slapping the girl’s face openhanded. James’ instinct was to try and restrain him, but he knew that in order to do that, he’ll have to let go of his sister’s arms and let her fight back, but between the two of them, he preferred restraining Alex, rather than restraining Kyle.
Mike, on the other hand, ran towards Kyle and tried to grab Kyle and move him away.

Alex cried and whimpered as she was trying to kick Kyle, who was slapping her across the face. She was trying to break free from James’ grip, but there was no use.

As she was kissing Nick, letting him grope every inch of her body, Natalie heard what was going on in Alex’s room. She heard Kyle yelling in pain and Alex crying right afterwards. She thought she could hear one of the boys, possibly Kyle, cursing the whole time. She was certain it was coming from Alex’s room.
Natalie pushed Nick away and looked towards the door.
“What is it?” Nick asked.
“I definitely heard something, Nick.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I fucking did, Nick. They’re hurting Alex.”
“Don’t be silly.” He put his arms around him, pulling her towards him, but she pushed away.
“No, Nick! Come with me! Something’s up!”

Nick was thinking for a moment about the situation and decided to go along with it. It would be interesting to see what happens. Just like in theatre: To follow the other person’s ques. To improvise.

“Okay, let’s go.”
He held her hand and let her lead him out of the room, towards Alex’s room. As she slowly opened Alex’s door, she could not believe what she has seen.
Alex was lying on her bed, crying, with James lying on top of her (in the same fashion as Kyle was lying on her earlier), holding her arms, while Mike was calming Kyle down and taking a look at his hand.
As soon as she entered the room they all became quiet and looked at her. She was in shock. She didn’t know what to say.
“Nattie…” Alex whimpered.

The door shutting behind her brought Natalie back to reality. She turned to see Nick leaning with his back to the door, locking it. From the look on his face she knew he wasn’t surprised by the scene they had just witnessed. He was in on it…

“Relax, Nattie. Loosen up, try to have fun.” Nick said.
Natalie didn’t know what to do. She looked at Nick, at Alex, and then at Kyle, who was staring at her. She knew exactly what was about to take place, and without thinking, she just turned to the door and started storming towards it.
Kyle ran after her, but she didn’t get too far anyhow. She was running right into Nick’s arms. Nick charged at her and grabbed her with both arms, hugging her with his hands on her back, holding her tight. “Shhhh! Relax. Everything is okay.” He said in a soothing tone as he hugged her.
Natalie just leaned her head against his chest, more perplexed than ever. Knowing what to expect, but not knowing. Once again, reality hit her smack in her face as she felt someone grabbing her hair and pulling her hard away from Nick.

Kyle forced her down on the floor as she yelled at him.
“Fuck! Please, no! Kyle, please, no!”
“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch, or your girlfriend is fucking dead.” He yelled. After a second he relaxed all of the sudden, and spoke to her again: “Oh, and since you’re already on your knees, how bout a blowjob?”
Natalie was sickened by the thought, but was helpless as Nick grabbed her mouth and forced it open with his hands, and Kyle forced her head forward into his groins.
Alex started crying as she saw that.

Mike, who’s been watching the whole thing, laughed and turned his head from Natalie and Kyle to Alex. He got on the bed and moved Jimmy aside, wanting to take a hold of his sister, as he decided what will take place tonight.

“Hello, Alexandra. How are you feeling?”
“Please, Mike. Don’t hurt me.”

Mike heard Kyle moaning as Natalie started putting his cockhead in her mouth, after being forced to open Kyle’s zipper and take out his cock.

“Well,” Mike said, “I think they already set the atmosphere. Let’s take it from here.”

James grabbed Alex’s arms and started laughing as Mike unzipped his pants.

Alex started struggling again like crazy as Mike started taking off her panties.
“No, please! Mike, you’re not one of them! You’re not like that!” she yelled as Mike slapped hard across the face.
“Shut the fuck up and don’t tell me who to be! I’ll do whatever I want!”

Desperate from her attempt, Alex turned to James. “Jimmy, please. You’re my brother.”
“That’s right, Alex. And that’s why I’m gonna give you to my very best friend first.”

Author of these rape stories is Gray Blur!