Rape Stories.

I’d been doing this a while, and worked out a pretty good system. Sure, the first few times there where mistakes, but that was all part of the learning process. After that, I settled into it, and got so good, the cops never catch on. The first rule is never ever shit where you sleep. I live in a suburb of a big enough metropolitan area that I’ve got about four million other people for them to sift through. There’s lots more neighbourhoods, so it’s not hard to drive to another, and get the lay of the land. Rule number two is to find strangers. I bet you all know a lot of girls you’d love to use, but the more links you have to them, the more leads they have back. The next step is selection. I like them young, and skinny. The face is not important, but I don’t want any fat to get in the way.

In fact, it kind of helps if they’re a bit homely. They tend to have less friends around which could make it difficult. After that, I go on to surveillance. It happens to be my stalking trade, so I know how to do it right. The trick to it is to not look like a stalker. All it takes is one neighbourhood watcher with 911 on speed dial to get you nicked. Don’t follow your quarry around, it’s certain to cause suspicion. Find out their common paths, and walk them often enough to see their habits, and let them get used to their presence. Finally, you pick them up. The best way to do this depends on them, and where they go on a regular basis. I’ll walk you through my next one for illustration. She’s about fifteen, short, blonde, and incredibly skinny. None in their right mind would call her pretty, and she had a bit of a depressive air about her. I figured her for a cutter, anorexic, or other self destructive type on sight. Fortunately, I caught her at home, checking the mail, so I don’t have to back track her.

The first time she saw me was a block away. I started stopping by her neighbourhood, parking my minivan outside it, and walking in. Since I knew where she lived, I walked around it at night hoping she’d show up. If she didn’t, I’d find another girl, possibly in the same neighbourhood. The minivan is suburban camouflage, something I’d mastered long ago. I soon determined she was in the habit of sneaking out at night, a perfect scenario for me. Her friends lived nearby, but she still had to take shortcuts through alleys, and culverts. That convinced me she was the one.

I didn’t take her right away, I wasn’t ready. Sure, I had a rudimentary knowledge of the sub division, and her habits, but a little more wouldn’t hurt while I worked up a little more anticipation. It doesn’t hurt to space these things out a bit, let the memory cool off, and take the time to bask in the glow of the last one. Finally, I could no longer stand the temptation. I camped out in a culvert where there was a good null. All the local lights where blocked, creating deep shadow, and none of the windows had direct line of sight. It was a gamble that she’d come this way, but the perfect location made it worth the wait. Finally, on the third night, I could hear her passing through the grass. I had great light advantage, saw her in the long before she got to near which prevented me grabbing some other kid by mistake. I silently pushed myself up to a crouch, and slipped a hand into the Ziploc) I had brought.

She passed right by me, and must’ve seen, or heard my movement peripherally, because she turned at the last moment. I still got the ether soaked rag over her mouth before she could scream, and held her until she got limp. In the autumn chill, she had on long sleeves, which I easily tape over. I like to put the forearms together horizontally, it makes taping harder, but also prevents movement better, and the wide stripes don’t leave marks on her tender flesh. Another strip goes over her mouth, and I carry her light frame down the ditch too my van. There where some people still up, but I wasn’t worried about them seeing me. They’re on the light side of a pain of glass that acts as a mirror when it’s dark out. I slowed to move more quietly past the inlet she would’ve taken if I hadn’t stopped her, though. Finally, I came to my van parked out of sight.

The hatch was unlatched, but closed. I’d turned off the automatic interior lights except the one in the door which I had to take out completely. This prevented tell tale lights at night, and preserved my night vision. She went behind the back seat, which I’d pulled back to minimize the room for her, and reclined until the back rested against the door when closed. Between those close quarters, and the tape, shed be fine until I got home. I resist the urge to drive fast, and obey all traffic laws. A ticketed could very well hear her back there, thumping, and squealing through her gag. I turned up the radio because it was distracting. I hate driving with an erection I can’t do anything about.

I resisted the urge to get a quick poke in back there because it’s best to get out as quickly, and quietly as possible. At the house, I trigger the arage remote, and back up to it. Closing it behind me, I can now get her out without being seen. Here’s where it becomes a pain. The garage is barely deep enough to open the hatch in there. I have to get her out, step aside to close it, then open the door to the back room. This is basically a basement, built into the hill, so there’s no windows, and cinderblock walls. I’d replaced the flimsy door with a solid wood one with a good key lock. It was "backwards", so the twist knob is on the outside, and the keyhole is sealed with solder. I threw her onto the mattress in the corner, and shut it. The lock wasn’t necessary with me in there, because she couldn’t escape before I caught her anyway. Much as I would’ve loved to finish processing her, it was all I could do to undress her without tearing her clothes.

She was lovely, but not perfect, yet. Her skinny limbs where much too weak to put up much of a fight, and I could already see a bit of her ribs. On the other hand, she had a neat little beard of body hair I’d have to deal with later. For now, I had to relieve myself in her. I don’t bother with condoms, they aren’t old enough to be much of a disease threat, and pregnancy just isn’t a concern. She was nice, and tight, and struggled nicely. She screamed good too, which I could allow in this nice basement room. there isn’t much of a better soundproofing than the earth. I didn’t last long, but that wasn’t the point. I’d waited enough, and I’d have plenty of time later to take it easy. When I was done, she crawled back to the corner, and curled up sobbing. I went into the bathroom to get some stuff out of the ditty bag. There was just a shower, toilet, and sink in there. I had to take out the mirror, and shower door after one of them came at me with a piece of glass wrapped in a towel. I had to turn to keep an eye on her while I prepared in case she bolted.

She didn’t. First, I got out the works, and cooked up a dose. I figured her for about 100lbs, so I used the standard dose. I didn’t use myself, after once to try it, but the smack made them nice and compliant. She fights me as I force her down, and tye my belt onto her arm, but relaxes nicely once it’s released. In that state, she doesn’t even struggle much while I shave her. Her soft smoothe lips look so much better unadulterated and she looks almost like a child with her skinny young bald body, and barely notable breasts. Her large tips are oversized on the small conical swells, and a nice pail pink. I rub one, and it darkens with blood, pressing back into my thumb reflexively.

A little "A" escapes her gaping mouth. I know it’s the drug talking, but I still take it as a compliment. Slipping a finger between her other lips, I rub her sore dry tender flower. That elicits a nice moan of pain. I move down to lubricate it with my spit. I can taste the coppery tang of blood. She’s not haemorrhaging noticeably, so it’s not menstrual, but theres enough to taste it. She’s raw from my rough treatment, and red from the friction. I like the roughness of it, on my tongue, and the rest of me. Speaking of which, I can feel it reluctantly recover. Packing in the saliva, I prepare her for the second round. This time, I can take it easy, and with the lubrication, I didn’t have to be as forceful.

She doesn’t complain as much, or struggle, but I can like it like that too. It gives me a chance to enjoy her thin hard body around me, under me, her tight little tits, and hot nipples. Unfortunately, because of my recent climax, it isn’t enough for another one. I enjoy it while I can, and pull out to finish by hand. It’s not as vigorous either, so only the first of it makes it to her face. As the pathetic pressure lessens, it tracks down her chest, and finally drips onto her belly. I can still taste her as I bend to clean it up. I’m not gay, or anything, but I like the flavour, especially mixed with hers. After lapping off her midriff, and digging an errent drop from her navel, I move up to her chest.

Though it’s all between them, I move aside to give some attention to her breasts. I can almost suck them completely into my mouth, and bat at the swollen tips with my tongue. Moving along, I suck at her neck, and nibble gently. I kiss her, passing my nutritious seed to her mouth, then move up to get the rest. Again , I feed her our fluids, and gently instruct her to swallow. Her glottis twitches as she does, then her jaw falls slack again. Sated, for now, I pack up my ditty bag, and lock her in.

***

"I’m hungry," she says when I come back in the next day. "This will help," I hold up the already charged needle, "But first, you’ll need to satisfy me." She acted like she didn’t want it, but I knew the monkey she had on her back. We where partners, what I did to her body, it did to the soul. That, and my seed where the only nutrition she got from me. Soon enough, she approached perfection. I could see all of her ribcage except for the circles of her breasts. These receded to just the slight bulge of her glands. She came to love the drug, too. Begging for it, and willing to do anything for it. She got her meals willingly and ass her body got too loose to please me, I relived myself into her mouth, and the other end of the intestinal tract.

By then, I didn’t have to worry about it being clean. I stopped having to shave her too, what hair she had left grew brittle, and frizzy. I was greeted at the door to the baking bread scent of her degeneration. Finally, she left me. I dressed her, in her old clothes, drove her downtown where the runaways, junkies, and whores where, and left her there. When she was found, none was too surprised. I had to find another girl, now, but I could take my time. She’d satisfied me for now, and I could remember her fondly until I found someone else.

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It’s kind of a funny story really. Not "Ha-Ha" funny. More like "No, oh god no, not that, please help meEEEEK!!" funny. Heh. I guess it’s kinda whatchamacallit Ironical. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Jaz. My real name is John, but you can call me Jaz. I’m a Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!")

Some of you may know me. I’ve been writing rape stories on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That’s what I like. But they were just fiction for the most part. Oh some of them are a little true…but not completely. Maybe a Reader told me about her rape, and asked me to write about it. Like to cathartisize it. I fantasize, I wrote about what I would like to do, but I NEVER DID.

I used to be a normal guy. Quiet, almost shy. I got good gades in school, and fell ass backwards into a SR MGR position with a healthacre company. I was making $50,000 a year before I turned 30. Since I lived in my mom’s furnished basement, and only paid a couple hundred a month in rent, I have about $150,000 in the bank + my ESPP, CDs, 401k, ESOP. I’m not rich…but I’m very healthy. I’m 33 now, and that life is over.

I lost my job, the respect of my family and friends–all because of a lying bitch named Susan. I knew her, I dated her even. She has a nice tight pussy and I enjoyed fucking the slut, so sue me. When her husband caught us, she cried rape.

Then they checked my Webtv account, my e-mails, discovered I am JAZ, the police did not understand it was just a fucking story. You may have noticed that I stopped writing. There have been no new Jaz stories in almost 7 months. Most of that time I have been in jail. They were convinced I was a Master Rapist. Some of my stories fit the profiles of unsolved Rapes they had on their books. They tried to dump them all on me! The judge agreed to the DAs request to hold me without bail.

The fucking cops thought the best way to get me to confess to the crimes they wanted me to, woud be to put me in the general population and spread the word that I was a kiddie raper. Convicts hate that. It’s like bonus points if you can rape a kid-rapist.

That’s where my life changed.

When people are confronted with a life or death situation, some run, some fight and a very few of us THRIVE! The first night my cellmate tried to rape me I fought him, clawed and scratched until I got my thumbs in his eyes–and then I mashed them out. Then I pissed all over his bloody sockets. No, I am not sick or crazy. I just needed the word to spread that I am.

I was always big, and really strong. But my 3 months in jail turned me into a monster. I lost 20lbs of fat, and gained about 10lbs of muscle. Nothing will motivate you to get in shape like being locked up with dangerous men, who are in excellent condition. Men who want to hurt you, kill you, rape you.

By the time I was ready for trial I was a hardened killer. Then I got very lucky.
Susan was almost 4 months pregnant!

My lawyer filed a motion for a paternity test. Her conception took place BEFORE the night I supposedley raped her. If I was the father I was fucking her almost a month before she cried rape.

I was the father.

The Prosecution dropped all charges, even though the Police still think I’m a rapist. That’s the funny part: I wasn’t before. But now I am, God it feels good to say that.

My time in jail taught me a few things. The strong TAKE what they want. It is our right. Some women are lying pieces of shit, and they need to be taught a lesson.

Not ALL women mind you. I’m not some woman-hating, sicko freak. There are good men and good women. There are bad men. If a a woman decided to take a few assholes out with a shotgun and a pair of pliers, I say more power to her.

I however, decided to break a few asshole women. To teach them some humility. Arrogant, stuck up snotty, cock teasing women are in for a rough time if they cross my path. Now before you go all women’s fib on me, I don’t cut my victims, I don’t beat them, I don’t maim, or murder them. I make sure they really are guilty first.

  All I’m asking is that you give me a chance to convince you. Give me a fair chance and then decide if what I do is so wrong. Susan murdered my baby at her husband’s request. Tight, wet pussies must be hard to find, cuz he forgave her. They both thought they would do some bullshit couple counseling, and just move on after ruining my life and murdering my son.

Heh, snicker, grin, chuckle.

I knew I would be a suspect so I began establishing my alibi. I decided to rape Susan on a Monday morning afer her husband left for work. In the 3 weeks that I planned it, I went to a local XXX movie house and caught the 1pm show almost every day. I chatted with the ticket guy, and flirted with the popcorn slut. I made sure the police were not following me, and then decided I knew Susan and her husband’s routine well enough.

It was time. I wore a hat, sunglasses, and lifts in my shoes, and carried my camera and cleanup rape-bag when I knocked on Susan’s door. Stupid bitch that she is she answered. She did not recognize me at first. I pushed my way inside and closed the door behind me.

"Oh my god, what are you doing, get out of here, HEL…John? Is that you?! You sonofabitch! How dare you come in here you asshole! Get the fuck out right now!! " she demanded in a haughty tone.

I stood there for a second, looking at the arrogant, lying bitch who had ruined my life. This woman put me in jail, murdedred my child, destroyed my career, my reputation, forced me to kill. She never even apologized. How could she? Susan wasn’t the least bit sorry for what she had done.

YET.

"Susan hello. You look good. Nice and trim and fuckable. I’ve missed you, well I’ve missed your pussy anyway."

She was wearing a blue terricloth robe. Susan is an attractive woman with medium tits and a firm round ass. Her snub nose and pouty, snobbish little mouth screamed spoiled daddy’s girl. At 31 she worked hard to look this good and I for one appreciated it.

"What do you want John. I don’t have time for you today. Well? Don’t waste my time. Spit it out, why are you here?! "

Ok…if that’s how she wanted it.

"Susan you are a lying bitch, and I’m here to hurt you. I’m here to break you spirit, to humiliate you. I’m here to rape you over and over until you beg me like a good little slut to stop. I’m going to show you how weak, how helpless, how pathetic a piece of shit you are. But most of all I’m here to fuck you until I am satisfied. How does that sound bitch?" I said in a cold, dead, matter of fact tone.

Susan knew she was in trouble. The smart thing to do woud have been to apologize, go limp, accept her fate. But not my Susan, oh no. She was too proud, too strong to do that. She decided to take control of the situation, to talk her way out of it.

"John I assume you are upset over the misunderstanding we had a few months ago. It was nothing personal, you need to move on, get over it. Mistakes happen and–Whu, what are you doing, why are you taking your clothes off? What are you going to do with that belt?!" She asked in rapd fire, rising panic.

"Slut, if you are not naked and on your kness in front of me by the time I count to three, I’m going to whip your ass for the next 15 minutes. Please don’t believe me. Please keep talking to me like I’m a retarted 5 yr old. I want to hurt you Susan, I want to make you shriek. 1…2…"

Susan opened her robe. Her tits were shaking, heaving in fear, as she stripped for me. Her back was to the front door, and she sank to her knees. I knew from experience that she was only an average cocksucker. She did not like the taste of cum, did not like my dick in her throat. Susan gagged a lot, and always had this sneer on her face like a man was dirty, an animal for wanting his knob polished. Not only did she refuse to swallow, but I had to cum in a tissue. Immediately afterwards she would go to the bathroom and gargle.

I had put up with that bull shit when we were dating, but things were going to be a little different today.

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it to my crotch. I did not say a word as waited for her to open her mouth. She glared up at me with hatred in her eyes as she finally cracked her mouth a bit. I rammed my cock as hard as I could into her. I have an ugly dick, so sue me. It is partially circumsised, and has cracks and veins all over the skin. It has a weird bend in the middle, is just under 8 inches long and thicker than average.

"Suck it bitch, suck my cock wore. Go ahead lick it, lick it good, DO IT! You don’t have a choice. I own that mouth today!" I roared as she slowly, licked and sucked my cock for me.

The best part was I knew she did not want to. There is no feeling in the world like shoving your meat down an unwilling throat, Susan was trying to make me cum quick. Bobbing and licking, slurping and sucking, tickling my balls and milking me hard and fast. She did not know I had "V"d up before we started. I did not need it, but a little Viagra and a bit of numming gel meant little Susie was going to be fucked a lot for a long, long time.

"That’s it slut, go for it, lick me good, slurp it, slurp my fucking cock. Suck it all up!"

Her mouth was nice and wet, and her tongue felt great, but I wanted her throat now. I had been fooling around before, popping it in, taking it out, letting her breathe. But now it was time to get serious. I locked her head in place and rammed myself deep into her throat, and just held it there. Susan’s hatred soon turned to fear, frustration and then panic as she choked on my cock. Her throat contractions and muffled gasps felt amazing. I decided to have some fun. I pulled her away from the door, and then forced her to lay flat on her back. I never took my cock out of her mouth, as I followed her down. I had one knee on each side of her face, and began drilling my cock into her throat even deeper.   

Everytime she started to lose conciousness I let her breathe for a few seconds. A few times I had to choke her to get her to open her mouth again. I rubbed my cock on her nose, and smeared precum and saliva in her eyes.

"Take it, take it, TAKE IT! Take my cock and like it, slurp me you little slut. I can keep it up all night. Suck my dick Susan, drink me dry. I’m going to cum soon. You need to make a decision. Do you want me to cum in your mouth or do you want me to pull out and do what I say?" Susan made it very clear she wanted me out of her mouth. Heh, silly rabbit.

She was pretty pissed and laid there for a few seconds panting. I think she was staring to realize just how much trouble she was in. Arrogant slut that she was she did not want to show me though.

"Ok Susan you agreed to do whatevr I say for the rest of the night. I have a viewcam, and my Polaroid camera in my bag. We are going to take some pictures now. Things will go a lot easier if you cooperate. I want a fantasy. I want you to pretend that you love me, that you are a hot little whore in need of a good fucking from your man. Do that, be submissive, BEG for it and this will be over fairly quickly. Heck, you might even enjoy it," I laughed.

I led Susan upstairs so I could fuck her properly in her husband’s bed. Then I set up the camcorder and began taping.

" Susan are you ready, ok smile for the camera. I want you to straddle my lap and kiss me, passionately, willingly unil I say stop. "

"You are one sick freak you know that. Fine, I’ll do it! Anything to keep your smelly cock out of my mouth."

Susan settled in to my lap like an old lover, while I played with her nipples. She was breathing fast and I was still hard from her aborted blowjob. I sucked on her tongue for several minutes.

" Susan honey what do you want me to do next. Should I fuck your ass, or your pussy? Whatever you want baby, whatever you need me to do."

""NO! Absolutely no, you know I don’t fuck anally. You KNOW that. Plus you’ve been in jail. For all I know you’ve been fucking some gay prison he-whore. If you insist on having sex with me you will use a condom."

Obviously what we had here was a failure to communicate. It was time I explained the facts of life to Susan better.

"I understand your concerns, all I can say is SMACK!" I bachanded the woman I hated across her face and she fell onto the bed. I crawled up behind her and began to beat her naked ass raw for several minutes. At first she refused to cry, but slowly the tears came. First in unwilling gasps and sniffles, then a trickle ran from her eyes. Soon she was gulping air and making a horrid, retching sound.

But she did not beg.

"Stop it, Stop it, get your hands off of me! Why are you doing this? STOP!! You are hurting me, damnit. Fine! You can fuck me. FUCK MY PUSSYOWWW!!!" She screamed and cursed and yelped and ordered me–but she did not beg.

She just laid there on her stomach crying, I had her permission to fuck her pussy huh? Been there, done that(and certainly planned to do it again, and again, and again. But not just yet). It seemed like a good time to fuck her ass to me. I straddled her plump-rump and roughly pulled her cheeks apart.

"Susan, I’m going to fuck your ass now.
Do you have a clean butt honey? Did you wash it good this morning? Don’t you lie to big daddy now. Suck my finger get it nice and wet, that’s all the lube you’re gonna get.

She stared at me for a few seconds in disbelief. I was tempted to just start fucking her but I wanted her to do what I said. I wanted her to accept it, that her ass was mine, and that her only choices were limited to dry or spit lubed. Slowly she began sucking my index and middle fingers, droolng on them for all she was worth.

"C’mon Susan you better get my Ring finger too. I think your ass needs 3 fingers in it to be really happy. Still it’s up to you baby. Leave one dry if you really want to. Mmmm, that feels nice baby, suck my fingers good." I taunted her. She looked so cute afraid and disgusted as she slicked my 3 fingers.

But I wanted more.

"Beg me, beg me to fuck your slutty ass. Do it Susan, if you want lube, you better beg me real good bitch."

Oral sex, disgusted Susan (well at least swallowing did). But anal sex really scared her. The idea of a dry-butt rape was too much for her to handle.

"Please John, please don’t do this, don’t rape my ass. Can’t we work this out? I’m sorry ok, is that what you want to hear, I’m fucking sorry. I never planned for this to happen. My husband caught us, I did not want to lose him and the lie just came out. It’s over, I would not have let you go to jail. We used to care about each other, didn’t we? Please don’t rape my ass. But..If you are…my god there is lotion in the night stand, don’t rip me open, don’t do it dry. You’ll destroy me. Your cock is too big. I’ve NEVER let anyone fuck me back there, oh god, oh god please don’t, "she was sobbing now, almost blubbering.
Now that was more like, it. She sounded almost sincere at some points. And I had it on tape! Then I saw it. She almost fooled me. That smart ass smirk that I hated flashed in the front of her eyes for just a second. She was playing me. Making a fool out of me again.

That Bitch, that bitch, that little fucking BITCH!

"Susan, I am definitely going to fuck your ass. I agree that you are going to bleed a little. Without lube you will tear–a lot. If you want to be lubed you have to earn it. Sing me a song. I know, why don’t you rap for me Susan. Sing that Butt song for me, you know the one you hate so much, the one that makes you cringe. Do that, sing it loud and long while shaking your ass for me and I will lube you. Shake your plump little butt good though, entertain me. Get on all fours and give me a good ass show."

"I don’t really know the words…oh god this is so degrading, so humiliating, you really hate me don’t you? Sigh…{The way she shook that booty sure looked good to me…doing the butt, put your backfield in motion, we did the butt till it made me sore, sexy, sexy, ain’t nothing wrong if you want to do the butt–all night– long. Yayyyy EYAAYY, I want your but, your butt, your big ol healthy butt!} I can’t remember anymore, John what are you doing back there, oh god, oh no please not that, I’m g oing to be sick!" Susan cried as she continued gyrating and wagging her juicy butt in my face. Begging me, taunting me, demanding that I rape it.

About halfway through her song I spread her juicy, gyrating ass open and began to sniff her. Slowly I licked up and down her crack several times before sticking my tongue in her anus.

"Hold your cheeks open and keep singing Susan, you better be thankful. You better show me your appreciation. As soon as you stop singing, your lube job is over. Lotion…holy shit how stupid are you? You’re not getting any fucking lotion!! HA, you get my spit in your lying, slutty ass and you’ll like it. Maybe if you hurry up and cum, I’ll scoop some of that up and shove it in your butt too. MAYBE. "

Susan kept singing for another couple of minutes as she held her ass wide open for me. I sniffed her long and deep, and slobbered all over her ass. She was crying, but they were not humble tears. They were tears of shame and anger. It kinda pissed me off.

"Ok Susan, it’s time. Put your face on the bed, hold your ass high in the air and beg me to rape it. You better sound convincing, or maybe I’ll use something longer and harder than my dick. Say, better yet, how would you like me to try fisting your asshole? I promise I’ll use lotion for that," I snarled in a voice so evil, so vile it surprised even me.

"John, please, just fuck my ass. Don’t use anything else. Please use your cock in me. I, I, I want it. I really do. I need your cock deep in my ass. Don’t you want my tight ass clenching your cock. Please, do it, I need it. I’m yours, I’m your dirty little slut. I’m nothing, I’m so sorry, I love you,"

She really lost it, was crying into the pillow and rocking her ass back against me for comfort. Here is the thing. I hated this woman. I wanted to hurt her, I really did. But…well I guess I’m just not a hardcore rapist.

Yet.

A part of me felt it would somehow be wrong to intentionally cause pain for pain’s sake. Unlike Susan I have compassion for other people.

"Ok baby, it’s ok. I’ll rape you with my cock, I promise. I’ll just use my cock. Now relax and let me have you, " I said as I lined my dick up and slowly sunk it into her wet asshole.

"OWWW Shit, you’re hurting me. Wait, slow down. Let me get used to it–IT HURTZZ! "

Susan’s ass was perfect, I bottomed out in three strokes and began pounding her proper. In, out long slow, thrust, thrust, THRUST-fuck, hold it now. Repeat, rpeat, repeat. I found my rhythym. Oh god was she warm, so wet, and TIGHT. I had reached around and was milking her tits.

"Kiss me Susan, Kiss me slut, I want your tongue while I fuck you."

As her tears dripped down her face, she swiveled her neck around and we began hard frenching, as I tried my best to rip her ass open.

"Tell me how much you love me slut, say it! Beg me to rape you, do IT!" I roared in jubilation, in domination, in utter glee.

"Oh god, ahgad, please, please, you’re killing me, I can’t stand it, I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, don’t kill me, don’t KILL ME!" She screamed as my balls kept slapping her ass.

I felt my cum starting to boil, and my kidneys were shivering. I was about to flood her ass. So I released her tits and grabbed her hips.Slamming her to me over and ver, wilder and wilder, harder and faster.

"Take it, FUCK YOU bitch, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. How, ugh, do you, uh, like, my cock in your BUTT. I love raping you, I love it, look at the camera Susan. Smile for it. Oh shit, you’re so tight! You are making me cum!" I bellowed as I thurust myself into her, pulled her close by her hips and shot jet after creamy jet into the broken woman before me.

We both collapsed on the bed and caught our breath. I love the feel of her wiggling and cringing beneath me. My cock was still in her ass, I removed it wth a wet plop.

Thanks to the "V" I was still 3/4 hard. My dick had a reddish brown coating, and little clumps of cum clung to it. It gave me an idea.

"Susan it is time for you to make another one of those decisions we talked about. I am going to fuck you in a few minutes. I’m giving you a choice. I will let you clean my cock with your mouth if you want to. Otherwise I’ll stick it in your pussy as is, Blood, shit, sweat, saliva and cum, doesn’t sound very healthy, but it’s up to you. "

  It was just after 10AM. Susan’s husband
was not due to come home until 6:30pm. Her sobs of despair, of pure humility were music to my ears. Susan finally understood that this was not OVER. We were just getting started. Slowly she crawled to my cock and said," Ok John, I’ll suck you clean. You can do anything you want. I belong to you. Please rape me master.

Heh.

EPILOUGE

There were no witnesses to Susan’s rape. My movie theatre alibi held. Around 1pm, I tied Susan, gagged her and turned the TV on loud. Then, I went 5 blocks to the theatre and bought a ticket. I made sure to go inside and talk to the popcorn slut, we chatted about the upcoming Fear Factor, to make sure she remembered it was Monday. Then I took my ticket stub and slipped out the back door to return to Susan. All told I was gone for about 30 minutes.

  To make matters worse, this was the second time she had accused me of rape. I had given her a bath and shower before leaving her, washed her sheets. Then I soaked the room in an alcohol, lysol, pinesol mixture. Random fingerprints were explained away by the fact that I had fucked her here, in this very room many times before. Bottom line the DA elected not to file charges. The fucking cops stil suspected me, but they could not prove it. Best of all, as this was her second false report, the judge charged her with contempt of court. Susan was put in jail for 90 days (just like me). She lost her job, and her husband left her.

She’ll be out in 1 more month. Heh, now here is the funny part. I plan to keep raping her. Every six months or so, I’ll find her, and destroy her life. I’ll bet she does not even report me next time.

C’mon ya gotta laugh! Heh, snicker, giggle,TEEHEE!

So go ahead ladies. Be a cock tease, be a stuck up, snooty, lying bitch, I DARE YOU!

Guys I’m looking for names. If you know a reaonably attractive woman between the ages of 15 and 45 who needs to be taught a lesson, e-mail me her information. A picture, address, phone# and the reason why she deserves to be humiliated.

Maybe she’s your ex-girlfriend, or a cheating wife. Is she a stuck up older sister, or a bitchy mother-inlaw. For $2,000 (+ expenses if you live more than 500 miles away) I promise to absolutely destroy her. To rape her mind apart. But it’s not all about the dinars. If your reason for wanting the bitch broken is good enough, I’ll do it, even if you can’t pay. Like whatchamacait, ProSonnyBono–a publc service.

I hope to see you real soon,

Autor of this great rape story is Jaz

The weekend was my idea; we hadn’t had much time alone lately, what with the kids home for the summer and family vacation and such. So we arrived in the city on Saturday evening, checked in, and dropped our small bags in the room. After a slight debacle as we looked in vain for the second room key we just had in our hands, we set out for the evening.
Dinner was great and, as we returned to the hotel, Sarah and I retold the jokes we liked best from the comedy show we had seen afterward. So far, this weekend trip to the city was working out exactly as we had hoped; no kids, no distractions, just the two of us together for a change.
Sarah is 38, a natural redhead with a 38D bust, a slight stomach from childbirth, and long legs that are pale and freckled like her shoulders. She has a pretty face that is always smiling and laughing.
I unlocked the door to our room and followed Sarah inside. Once in, I flicked at the wall switch. Sarah gasped as the light revealed two men in our room, one held a black handgun on us. They both wore facemasks and were larger than me. Sarah looked as if she might scream until the one with the gun pointed it right in her face.
“Not a sound, bitch.” His tone was mean and sincere. “One little noise from you or your man here and you’re both dead, got it?”
Sarah nodded and shut her open mouth. The other man moved behind me and I heard the sound of tape being torn from a roll. “I… I’ve got money in my wallet.” I said. The tape was wound around my wrists behind me.
“Good,” the first one said, obviously the leader, “We’ll take that with us when we go.”
The second one then led me roughly to the chair in the corner. He taped my ankles to the legs of the chair and then over my thighs and under the chair several times, I couldn’t move. Then he placed a strip over my mouth.
The first one held the gun on my wife and watched as this was finished. Then he turned back to her. “Went through your things while we waited. You got some big bras in the bag, so my friend and me want to see what the hell you put in them. Remember, one sound and you both get it, POW, understand?”
Sarah nodded slightly as tears started to fill her eyes and she realized that robbery wasn’t the only thing on these men’s minds. The first one handed his gun to his friend. His hands reached out and cupped Sarah’s large breasts, squeezing them through the dress she wore. She closed her eyes. With a violent move, he ripped the front of her dress down and off, leaving my wife in just her dark purple bra and panties. I could see more tears flowing as he roughly handled her some more, pinching her nipples through the bra. Then he pulled the shoulder straps down.
Sarah’s breasts are pale white and full, with aureole that crinkle up in the cold or when she’s excited. They were crinkled now, but excitement wasn’t the reason. Her nipples are the size of pencil erasers when erect and sit smoothly against the skin when not. He grabbed them with both hands and dug his fingers in, twisting the sensitive flesh as he did. Sarah’s face screwed up in pain, but she didn’t make a sound. He looked over at me. “Hey. I’ll bet you have a lot of fun with these, huh?” They laughed as I yelled into the tape at them.
“I’ve never been with a redhead before, your pussy all red-haired, too?” Sarah’s face burned as red as her hair as she miserably nodded. He reached down and into her panties. She squirmed as he did something I couldn’t see. “Well, we have to see that, don’t we?’ He looked at his partner, I’ll call him ‘Number 2’, who said yes.
Number 1 stepped back. “Take them off, bitch.” Sarah looked around the room. I was tied and no help. Number 1’s hand flew out and smashed into Sarah’s face. She gave a grunt and fell to the floor. He pulled her up by a fist full of her long hair. Taking a nipple in his fingers, he began to twist. “Take off the fucking panties.” Her pretty face was coated in tears of pain, fear, and humiliation. He twisted harder. Finally, she reached down and slid her panties down her legs.
Now she stood before her tied-up husband and two malicious strangers nude except for her heels. The men took a good look at her. They made her turn around so that they could see her ass. Number 2 commented on her slight stomach. “Good tits, but you are a fat cow aren’t you?” For the first time, Number 2 approached her. He grabbed her breasts in both hands from the sides and made as if to milk her. “Come on Bessie, give some milk.” They both laughed as Sarah looked down.
Number 2 reached slid his one hand with deliberate slowness down her chest and stomach to her crotch. “Yes, sure is red,” a finger slid between the lips of her cunt, “tight as shit, too.”
Number 1 put a hand on Sarah’s shoulder and pushed her to her knees. She stayed there when he lifted his hand, knowing what was next. This was a new position for her. If she ever agreed to give me a blowjob, she did it in bed. But now she knelt naked at the feet of these two men.
Number 1 stood in front of her. “Take it out, and introduce yourself.”
Sarah reached up slowly and unzipped his jeans. He didn’t appear to have any underwear on, because a thick slab of cock popped right out at her. “Give it a kiss, slut, you’re going to be good friends soon.” Looking sick, Sarah pursed her lips and gave the stranger’s cock a light kiss. “Okay, now you know what to do.” Sarah opened her full lips and took him in her mouth. I could see her tongue working on it inside. “Don’t you got hands, you stupid bitch?”
Sarah reached up and caressed the base of his dick with one and cupped his ball sack with the other. She gently worked the first hand up and down the shaft as her mouth did the same. “Suck harder, slut.” My wife worked on Number 1’s cock for several minutes before he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. Then he pulled out.
A string of his slimy cum connected them for a second before it broke and fell against her chest. “Needs work, whore.” He said as his friend took his spot. Sarah opened right up for Number 2 and sucked him and played with his hard cock as she did his friend’s until he was ready to blow. Then he pulled out of her warm mouth so that he could shoot rope after rope of cum onto her tear-streaked face.
The men laughed at her until Number 1 took her into the bathroom to wash it off. I couldn’t see, but later Sarah told me that he made her watch in the mirror as he played with her body. A few minutes later, they came back out with Sarah’s face looking normal again.
Number 1 spoke up, “Lay down, slut.”
Sarah glanced at the bed and shook her head. “Please don’t rape me.”
Number 1’s hand shot out again, this time slamming into her left breast. It swung across her chest against the other. Then he hit the right one. Several times his hand slapped her poor breasts, the sounds echoing in the small room. Sarah grunted and cried, but never yelled. When he was done, Number one gripped her nipples and again twisted them, even harder than before. “Go lay on the fucking bed, whore.”
Sarah laid on her back on the bed. Her breasts flattened slightly to the sides but she appeared thinner in the middle. “Hands up under your head.” She complied. “Now spread out nice and wide.”
Sobbing uncontrollably, she spread her legs. Her pussy opened to reveal the delicate lips inside. Her eyes found mine so she didn’t have to watch as the two rapists got undressed. Then Number 1 got on the bed and between her legs. His cock was again huge and ready to invade her unwilling cunt. He positioned himself at her entrance and fell against her.
Her eyes flew open wide as he shoved his way into her tight passage. She grunted when he started to push and pull in her. She just lay there, letting him have what he wanted. Number 1 fucked her for a few minutes until he came deep in her pussy and pulled out.
As he got up, N umber 2 started to get on for his turn at my wife, but his friend held him back. “That was the worst fuck I’ve ever had. What the hell is wrong with you? You didn’t try at all.” Number 1 went to the table where the roll of tape sat and picked it up. In a minute he had taped her hands together behind her and taped her panties in her mouth. Then he slipped the belt off his pants. “You stay right there on the bed, or it will get a whole lot worse, understand?”
He didn’t wait for an answer as he swung the belt down and into her soft stomach. Sarah bolted upright as best she could, but Number 2 pushed her back down. The belt slammed into her breasts next. She rolled over to escape, but the belt just smashed into her ass and thighs until she was forced to roll back to protect them. Number 1 whipped her for several minutes until he was satisfied he had covered everything he could see.
Her whole body was red from the belt, with parts even now starting to show signs that they would bruise. Her breasts had taken much of the beating and were already swelling in response to the damage. Number 1 said something to Number 2 too softly to hear. Then Number 2 climbed on the bed and ripped the tape from her mouth and pulled out the cloth. He straddled her face and said, “Suck my asshole, bitch”.
Sarah couldn’t think straight or refuse so she started to tongue his ass. Number 2 grabbed her legs and spread them out wide. As Number 1 mover to the end of the bed, I knew what was going to happen. The belt swung again, this time straight into her pussy. Sarah bucked and squirmed. I could hear her cry of pain but it was too muffled by her attackers ass to be heard loudly. Number 2 still had her ankles in his hands and so the belt came down again, and again. Finally Number 1 stopped and his friend got up. Sarah curled up in a ball on the bed.
“Now you understand we want some enthusiasm?” Number 1 motioned his partner to the bed.
Number two shoved Sarah to one side and lay in the middle of the bed, facing up. Gripping Sarah by her hair, he lifted her face up. “I’m waiting.”
Sarah struggled to her knees. Her beaten breasts were an angry red and noticeably swollen. When she straddled Number 2’s body, I could see red stripes all over her. She reached beneath her and gripped his cock and positioned it at the tortured opening to her body. With a groan, she slid onto him.
“Work it bitch, don’t make me remind you again.” Number 1 said. Sarah began to bounce faster and harder on her rapist. For his part, Number 2 laid back and toyed with her damaged tits and pussy while she raped herself on him. As he shot his first load into my wife, I glanced at the clock beside the bed. So far these men had been using my beautiful wife for a little over an hour. While many people were just getting back to the hotel for the night, Sarah had already unwillingly blown and fucked two men.
Number 2 shoved her roughly off him and, without her hands to stop her, she rolled right onto the floor. She lay there without moving, lost in her own misery and pain. For a few minutes, the men occupied themselves with our wallets, taking out our money, looking at out licenses and cards. Ignoring the wounded woman at their feet. Number 1 looked over at me for the first time since Sarah started to service them.
“Got any more cash?” He said. I shook my head, but he came over to the chair to search my pockets anyway. “What the fuck?” I hadn’t even noticed with everything going on, but his hand had found my hard dick. “Well, you like what you see?” He pointed to my sobbing wife on the floor. I shook my head. He laughed. Standing up, Number 1 went over to where Sarah lay, pulled her up by the hair, and led her over to my chair.
“Husband likes to watch you get fucked, cow, why don’t you take out his dick and give him a little fun?” Sarah shook her head but he pushed her down to her knees once again. “Do it!” She opened my pants and to my embarrassment, pulled out my hard cock. She started to suck me as she was told. As her mouth worked on me, Number 1 came up behind her and pulled her hips up until she was standing, bent over, sucking me.
I watched as he grinned and shoved his revived hard-on into her pussy. Her pretty, green eyes went wide as he entered her, but she didn’t stop. Suddenly I felt my cum shoot deep into her mouth. I looked at her apologetically, but she didn’t even notice.
Number 1 pulled out and led her to the bed again. He made her kneel on it with her ass up and her head down. I watched as he rubbed his cock around on her messy cunt. Then he put it at her asshole. It took her a moment to register where it was, but then her head shot up. “Please, not there.” She said. “I’ll do anything you want, but please not that.” He didn’t even respond, except to shove himself inside.
Sarah jerked her head back and would have let out a yell if he hadn’t covered her mouth. Number 1 shoved relentlessly into Sarah’s unused asshole. Her eyes over-flowed with fresh tears and her body quivered in new pain. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back at a dangerous angle. “Make any sound and I will kill you.”
She suffered in silence as her ass was used for the first time. He had already cum several times in a short period, so he plundered my wife’s ass for a long time. He pulled her almost upright by the hair so that her could pinch and squeeze her battered breasts. Then he pushed her down so that he could pound into her until he came.
When he pulled out, Sarah fell to the bed. I saw his cum and her blood on his softening cock. The other man stepped around the bed and pulled her to him with her hair. His cock was at her face and she just opened her mouth and took him in. It was a long time before he came again, too.
I hoped they were done, they had raped my poor wife in every way they could and abused her beyond belief. Sarah lay on the bed after the blowjob. She didn’t move or talk or even look around. I could see how tired she was and couldn’t even imagine in how much pain.
Number 1 stepped over to her and rolled her onto her back. She groaned but didn’t try to resist. Her legs fell apart to reveal her raw and, in places, bleeding privates. Two hours ago, she would have rather died than be exposed and available to a stranger, but now she did it without a care. They had taken away her dignity and modesty and left in its place a tired and beaten woman.
He shoved two fingers into her pussy, she grunted, but didn’t react otherwise. He moved them around, feeling her inside. Then he added another and another. I a few minutes, with a little effort, Number 1 had his whole hand within her body. He reached up and gripped her breast and used it to help him push and pull his hand inside her over-stretched cunt.
Sarah grunted and gasped as he pushed up to his forearm into her most intimate place, then he pulled back, twisting his arm, until only his hand remained. Over and over he fucked her like that. Suddenly he grinned and spoke to his buddy across the room.
“Hey, the bitch is slopping up.” Soon, I could hear the unmistakable sound of his fist inside her wet pussy. Her hips started to swing weakly up to his hand. The other man came over and began to play with her nipples and breasts as Number 1 used his other hand to play with her clit.
I heard her moan softly and she moved her hips in time with the thrust of his huge hand. They continued for several minutes, sweat broke out on Number 1’s face with the exertion. Suddenly my beautiful wife threw her head back and moaned as she came on this stranger’s hand. When she was done, he pulled out with a wet plop sound.
“Thank us for the cum, slut.”
Sarah was clearly embarrassed and ashamed of herself. She looked wearily at a point on the wall. “Thank you for making me cum.”
“Stand up.” She did. Her body barely resembled the one I knew. Her bright red hair was mussed and wet from sweat and cum. Her eyes were tired and her face slack with exhaustion. There were red marks on both cheeks. The pale skin of her chest was reddened from the whipping and her breasts were swollen to almo st twice their usual size with bruises starting to form. Her nipples were a dark red instead of their usual pink and also obscenely swollen. Her stomach, legs, and back had many belt marks that would soon bruise. Between her legs was a mess of wet and drying cum. Her thighs were reddened from so much use and the pretty, normally tight lips of her pussy were hanging out of her cunt, raw and angry looking.
“Please leave us now. There’s nothing left to do to me.” Her voice was small and tone pleading.
Number 1 ran a hand into the swamp of her crotch and brought it to her mouth. “Clean me.” She stuck out her tongue and cleaned his hand of their and, recently, her juices. He repeated the procedure until she was fairly clean. “We’re not done yet, you’re too dirty to send home. Go get in the shower.”
Sarah wearily went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. Number 2 went in with her and when he came out a few minutes later, Number 1 went in. Sarah told me later that both men had soaped and played with her body until they got hard and then fucked her bent over in the shower. Finally, Number one had warned her again about noise before making her lay in the tub and fill her abused cunt with hot soapy water several times.
Her captor led my wife naked and wet into the room. He stood behind her and squeezed her breasts painfully as he spoke. “I know you two can’t wait to call the cops as soon as we leave, but I need to tell you that we know where you live and if you report this, we and our friends will come out there and have a party with you that will make this night look like gentle lovemaking… that is before we kill you.” The enormity of the threat sank into both of us. These men had broken in to our room attacked me, and raped my wife in more ways than I could count, but there was nothing we could do about it. As they left, Number 2 smacked Sarah on the ass. “Thanks for the memories.”
We had the room to ourselves again. So much had happened that I couldn’t believe that just 3 hours before, we had been happy and laughing, looking forward to a night of intimate sex. Sarah used a key to break the tape that held me down and I ripped it off, trying out of respect for what Sarah had been through, not to show that it hurt the hair on my arms and legs. She just collapsed on the bed and I lay down with her and held her until morning

Author of this and other rape stories is Less Innocent

By Cal

Brenda went home from her work that night. She usually worked till 5 pm, but now she overworked to finish some of her stuff. Brenda at her early thirties still look gorgeous with her blonde hair and big breast and his 5" 9′ figures. She realized that or it seemed so, but no matter how she just put it away.

Now it was 19:30 night and the road was deserted, chill ran through her and she wished there was a cab drove around and pick her home. At the corner of the street three gang members called "The Rampage" drove in a van slowly to go to their lair at the downtown. But this night there was something different. They saw Brenda walked slowly, all alone, inviting. Jock, the oldest of the gang member about 21 years old spotted her and turned to his friends.

"It looks that we might have some fun tonight."

"Yeah," said Brad, knew what was going to be. He tapped Tolar’s shoulders and he nodded to Brenda’s direction. The van approached her slowly and Tolar opened the window,

"Going somewhere, Mam?" he asked grinned.

Brenda soon realized that they were people that she the last wanted to meet that night. She just shook her head said, no. But suddenly the van stopped and two of them came out and dragged her into. Brenda tried to scream but Brad shutted her mouth with his hand and Jock rushed the car toward their lair, a deserted warehouse 3 miles off the city.

Brend was panic and struggle but the two teenagers held her tightly. Oh no, this was not going to happen. She tried to push away the thought that most dreaded her. She couldn’t think of it. Now the word ‘rape’ was not crossing her tough, she just wondered where she might be taken to. But still she struggled and kicked. One of the boys put out a rope and tied her and shove her mouth with her handkerchief he found in her wallet.

There he pulled out an ID card, showing her name Brenda Scott, age 32, job an operational manager at a doll company. Tolar tough that this was going to be something. Jock brought the car to their lair and honked the horn. The front gate opened and he yelled at the rest of the member.

"Boys, you’re not goanna to believe what I’ve got this night, come look at the van."

Brenda felt the terrifying shocked rammed into her heart, so there were other boys. There were about 15 teenagers at the warehouse and they looked inside the car, there they found Brenda, lying on the floor, with wide eyes looking to the window. What are they going to do to me? Four of them opened the backdoor and dragged her outside, Brenda swayed her hand and squealed but they grabbed her hand tightly and lifted her on a madras on the floor. She looked really beautiful in the room, because there were three 25 watts lamps lighted the place. Her blonde hair shinned the illuminated lamps lights and her white skin was so smooth that one of them touched it, the touch brought her chill. She screamed but her voice never came out because of the handkerchief planted in her mouth but at least she kicked one of them.

Jock yelled, "Bring the rope here, she is wild!"

Now the tough came to her that she was to be raped. She almost fainted but she still woke, her mind raced quickly though she could think of nothing. She saw three of them mostly thirteen years old, young enough to be her sons. No, this wasn’t going to happen she screamed in her mind. She again kicked and scratched. And then one of them pull out the handkerchief out of her mouth, then Brenda let out her scream. But there was no use, they were miles away from town and nobody heard her. Her scream turned out turned them on. The boys realized it nevertheless Brenda now couldn’t do anything but screamed and kicked.

As the hysterical faded away Brenda begged,

"Please, please don’t…. don’t do this. I can’t afford this….. there …. my money….take them all."

But the kids just ignored it they were mouth opened some of them never before saw a young woman about to be raped. And then some of them tied her arms up and her leg wide. Brenda just sobbed and became hysterical again she screamed out of her lungs.

"Noooooo,noooooo please….. don’t do this….."

After that, Brenda sprayed widely on the madras, the boys wondered how they could put off her clothes if her arms and legs were tied. But they just didn’t want to get bothered with that. Tolar put out his knife. Seeing this Brenda was really terrified that he was going to kill but instead Tolar sliced her blouse and tore it apart. The terrified soon replaced by the humiliation again, she now recalled that she was about to be gang raped by eighteen gang members. Her put off blouse uncovered her nicely breast, and the boys didn’t want to wait any longer, soon one of them pulled out her bra showing her nipples, they were jiggling as she moved and forced. Her nipples waved synchronized her breathing. They were up and down and wildly shaked.

Lomax, the youngest, couldn’t help it, he caress her tits and it felt like a knife stuck at her heart. She tried to avoid his hands but she was tied up tightly and Lomax small hands landed nicely on them.

Again she cried "No….. please," and it stimulated Lomax and he squeezed them strongly,

"Oooohhhhhhh," Brenda cried again.

Now they were going to her trousers. Brad released the belt and unbuttoned it and pulled the zip, revealing her pink panties. Brenda tried to prevent it by moving her ass right to left, but her widely tied legs limited her move. The zip was pulled soon and he pulled down her trousers. It was impossible to release the trouser over her tied legs, so Brad used Tolar’s knife to tore it while one of them grabbed her pants revealing her naked crotch.

"Noooooo….. nooooooo," Brenda screamed tried to cover it,

somehow in her mind she thought that her scream could cover her cunt but when one of them touched it, Brenda, again, wiggled her ass up and down to avoid it and likewise, it was useless. The boy went further positioning his finger deep into her dry cunt.

"Ooooh…. oh… oohhh," Brenda squeaked as he played his fingers into it.

Then the "opening ceremony" was over, now Brenda laid naked, widely, tied up, tightly on a madras waiting for the "next phase." Brenda, too, realized that the "next phase" was going to happen, she could only beg again,

"Please boys, …… pll…lease don’t. Have mercy,…. please."

"Lomax," Jock shouted, "you want to go first?"

"Surely, Jockie,"

Lomax, a thirteen years old boy, came out and approached Brenda. Looking for the thirteen years old boy apprehended her, Brenda was so shocked and terrified. Lomax then stopped, and turned to the other.

"Hell, guys. I want to have a good fuck, but shouldn’t we give her a shave?"

They all laughed and Jock searched the drawer and tossed away a razor,

"Here do it yourself."

Lomax opened the razor and began to shave as Brenda again wiggled and jiggled. And some members help him by holding her hips tightly so Lomax can shave it. Slowly Lomax shave her pussy cleaned, Brenda then naked on the floor now fully naked on the floor. Her pussy shined by the lamp light.

Lomax pulled down his trousers and pulled out his stiff penis. He approached her, his penis head touched her cunt. It felt like an electric shock run through her.

"Noo…. no…. please…. don’t," Brenda begged.

And then she felt his stiff penis entered her.

"Come on Lady," Lomax grinned, "It isn’t goanna hurt you."

"Noooo…. ohhh.. oooohhhhh…. ohhhhh. ohhhhh,"

Brenda cried ‘Oh’ every time his penis moved upward. It didn’t hurt her, because Lomax’ was only six inches, but feeling a thirteen years old penis inside her body was more than unbearable for her. She squeezed her cunt tried to prevent it moved deeper, she even contract her tied legs to Lomax hips to prevent it. But it brought more pleasure to the boy.

"Ooooh yess… yes….yesss…." Lomax sighed every time Brenda squeezed her cunt.

"Yess…" he kept saying this, because Brenda kept squeezing it. Brenda knew that every time she squeezed it, it gave more stimulation to the boy but she could do nothing to fight but squeezed. Now they seem like to work together, Brenda cried ‘Oh’ every time Lomax pushed his penis the way up and he grunted ‘Yes’ every time she squeezed it.

"Ooohhh…nooooo…ohhh…ohhh"/"Yess.. yesss aaah… yesss". The other teenagers watched the rape scene eagerly.

Then after ten minutes of "Ooooh" and "Yess" rhythm, finally Lomax was about to came out. He moved it deeper so deep that all his six inches penis disappear inside her cunt, and his genital bone touched her. And his hands rammed her nipples hard. Feeling this Brenda fought but unconsciously squeezed her cunt real tight that it seemed help him reaching his orgasm.

Brenda felt the warm liquid shot through her vagina and cried,

"Nooooooo…..no.no.noo" shaking her head not of the pain but out of the humiliation that she gave pleasure to a her thirteen years old rapist.

And now she felt the stiff penis loosed its hardness inside her and somehow Lomax held her tenderly, kissed her cheek, and whispered to her ear, "Thank, Brenda". And she sobbed closing her eyes, unable to think of the rape, this was her first rape.

Second, Lomax was replaced by another boy. Brenda again struggled not realizing that they would take a turn on her. She just never tought of it. He came only in five minutes and soon replaced by the other and the other and the other. Finally Brenda stopped struggling, she laid back passively not squeezing her cunt, not squeezing her legs just laid, just sobbing. She just thought that this was going to be the last rape that she had, but of course they all would take their turns, from thirteen years old to 21 years old, all boys and teenagers. She almost forgot the she was gang raped, she tried to think something else and tried focused all her attention to the lamps hang over the room.

After several rapes, Jock took his turn. His cock was the longest and the widest among them. It was about 12 inches, nearly one foot. He put it deeply inside her. Now the pain finally came. Brenda again repeating her cried, but now the pain controlled it more than the humiliation.

"Argh……eiiiieee arghhh," she screamed as each stroke came to her wetly hotly cunt.

Jock never pushed deeply through her cunt but only 8 inches deep, but he pushed so fast like a piston that made her arghhhh so often, short, and frequently. Fifteen minutes, might be the longest one, Jock finally had his orgasm, and pushed his cock all of it that made it completely disappear.

"Arrghhhhh!!!!!!!….ahh….ah….ah…" Brenda cried out of her lungs and slowed, again, feeling the hard cock weakened inside her. Now she cried out of her pain and recalled all the situations, the rape that took place in this mess warehouse.

She became hysterical again and cried uncontrollably. The next one didn’t rape her immediately, he just waited and touched all over her body waiting her to calm down first, and massaged her cunt as if to ease the pain. Unshamelessly Brenda sigh and widen her legs as possible to be massaged. She still looked up to the roof while the boy massaged her. After her sobbing became slow and low, he raped her.

Finally all the boys had their turn. Brenda now waiting to be released, but Lomax the first one became hard again and he took his turn again.

Brenda cried and became hysterical again,

"No! You already had it, let me go! Please… please…. no…no.."

But Lomax kissed her on her mouth and shut her up. She didn’t tried to fight it, she even didn’t move her ass. She gave up fighting, and laid back and tried to calm. Lomax again with his "orgasm" style hold her tight and kissed her, now on her mouth and forehead.

Then all of them again took their turn in the slippery wet cunt. Most of them raped her twice, Jock even had four rapes, none of them raped her only once. Lomax raped her three times and the latest.

But now, after having his orgasm, he didn’t immediately pulled out his penis, he just laid over her body while the other gang members put on their cloth and start smoking and drinking. Lomax just laid over her body and tried to rest, his eyes only met her chin, after all Brenda 5" 9′ and he was just 5" 6′. He rubbed her body slowly from her back, belly, breast and ribs and even suck one of her nipples. After only ten or 15 minutes Lomax felt hard again but he just laid there, not moving. Now somehow Brenda felt excited, may be Lomax remained to her oldest son that lived with her former husband. And her full load of teenagers sperm cunt began to squeeze, and squeeze in rhythm and she again she felt his warm load squirt inside her. Lomax gave her long kiss in her mouth, she took it and then he rose and put his cloth.

Now it was nearly 5 am in the morning, she was raped more then 8 hours. Jock, Tolar and Brad summoned her to the van, naked because her clothes were all torn up by Tolar’s knife and put her in the back of the van. And drove her even further from the town. In the back, Brad raped her, Brenda, completely exhausted and too tired to fight back laid passively while her 18 years old rapist fucked her for the last time.

Finally they arrived to another deserted house and dropped her in front of it. She laid on the street and tried to get up when she heard a noise from the lonely house. There came out five homeless middle aged men. Seeing the naked Brenda, they all smiled and brought her to the house and raped her again in the bedroom.

But now at least she got a bed. Too tired and too exhausted, Brenda didn’t feel the humiliation and the rape that took place. She slept during the rape while they took advantage of her body. They raped her in her cunt, asshole and even her mouth, but she slept quietly.

After they had all their turn they left the house. Brenda woke up at eleven and found her self naked in a deserted house. She tried to look out of the window and waited. Several minutes when she saw a post car passed she waved. Seeing a naked woman the postman stopped and took her to the nearest police station.

The gang never got caught, neither the five buglers. But Brenda moved to New York, three thousand miles away and worked there. And every night she went to a single bar looking for the youngest man over there and slept with him till morning. Somehow, she still couldn’t erase the memory how the gang and especially Lomax raped her that night.

Christen was so beautiful. Long blond hair down to her waist, green eyes, cute Barbie doll face, small but perky breasts about 32b, very small waist and very full hips. I had watched her when she came to baby-sit for my neighbors on the weekends. She had never met me, but she would that night

She was really good with the neighbors little boy. Brandon was about four I think. I could see her in the living room, in front of the TV, watching Barney with him and eating popcorn. It was getting close to his bedtime. About eight which would give me plenty of time before his parents got home around two or three.

I had packed a little duffle bag of a few good toys that would help me enjoy our night to the fullest. If she had only known what was going to happen to her.

I saw her get up and carry Brandon up stairs and put him to bed. She returned to the couch and started some homework she had to get done for the following Monday at school, which was my cue to go to work. I dressed in totally black clothing and ski mask, so there was no way she would be able to identify me. I grabbed my little bag of tricks and headed for the back door of the house.

The screen door was locked, but I easily cut through the screen with my blade and slipped quietly in. My neighbors have a nice quiet little game room in the basement, so I headed down there to prepare for the little plan I had for little miss Christen.

When completed, it was time to go claim my prize. I slithered back up the stairs and came up behind her on the couch. I reached around her face and covered her mouth with my hand and place the blade in front of her face. She got the picture immediately and began to cry.

“Ok, Christen. You do what I tell you to and you just might get to see your family again. Do you understand?

She nodded. I grabbed a hand full of that blond hair and told her “Get up, and don’t try anything stupid.”

We made our way down to the play room.

“I have a really nice surprise for you, my sweet. We’re going to play a few games on the pool table. How does that sound?”

The tears started again and she began to beg. “Please, don’t hurt me. I won’t try to do anything to get away. Just don’t hurt me! I want to see my family again.”

“Well, Christen, that depends on how good of a girl you are for me.”

She looked so hot in those tight jeans and white cotton shirt, even though she wasn’t going to keep them on long.

“Ok, this is how the game goes. You do what I say and things will go easy. You don’t and you will suffer. Understood?” Christen nodded.

“Ok, Christen, take off your shirt.”

With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her shirt.

“All the way Christen. Now, take it off. Very nice Christen, your breasts are very beautiful in that bra. Now the jeans.”

She paused.

“First offence, Christen,” I told her as I grabbed her blond hair and bent her over the pool table. I placed five good hard smacks with my hand across that sweet ass. She began to cry again.

“Please stop! Don’t hurt me! I’m sorry!”

“The jeans now Christen!” She complied with the order. “Now, Christen on your knees and crawl over here to me. Unzip me and take my cock out Christen.”

She paused. Smack! I hit her across the face, knocking her to the floor.

“Get up, Christen. Get up and do what I told you.” She got back up on her knees, a little trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. She unzipped my trousers and took out my cock. Eight inches long and very thick.

“Now, take me in your mouth, Christen, and if I feel any teeth you will suffer greatly for it. Do you understand me?” She whimpered and nodded. She took me into her mouth, and oh god it felt so hot and moist. I started pumping her face slowly. She only had about half of me in her mouth, but I knew she could do better than that. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my dick all the way down her throat. She gagged, but I didn’t stop. I picked up the pace, and started really pumping that sweet mouth.

“I’m going to cum, Christen, and you had better not spill a drop or you will pay dearly.” I came hard into the back of her throat, shooting long streams of hot cum into her. I didn’t stop pumping until the very last blast was sucked down her throat.

“Very good Christen. Now stand up, my sweet. I have more planned for you. Get up on the pool table.”

She cried “But I thought it was over!”

I grabbed her and bent her over the table again. That time, with just panties on, I gave her ten good whacks with my hand. She screamed and begged me to stop.

“Ok, Christen. Every time you don’t listen to orders, it increases by five smacks. Understood?”

She nodded her tear stained face and climbed up on the pool table.

“Lie down on your back.” I took both hands and feet and tied her spread eagle on the table with the ropes I prepared earlier.

“You look very beautiful tied like that Christen.”

“Please don’t hurt me anymore. Please!”

I don’t like interruptions, so I removed the ball gag I had in my little bag of tricks, placed it in her mouth and secured it.

“Ok, Christen. Lets see what we have under that bra and panties.” I climbed on the table and straddled her waist. As I took out my blade, her eyes widened and tears started rolling down her face again. I cut the bra between the cups and it fell to the side.

“Very nice Christen.” I told her as I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked really hard. She moaned from the pain. I squeezed her firm, young breast hard she tried to move away from my hand, but to no avail.

“Ok, Christen. Lets see what you have down here.”

I took the blade and cut her little panties off so I could see her young pussy.

“Very nice little blond bush you have there, Christen. Have you ever let a man taste it?”

She shook her head no, and I could see her pleading to me with her eyes. I put my tongue on her little clit and started sucking and licking and nibbling on her little pussy. She tried to close her legs to me but couldn’t because of the restraints. Her little body started to respond and she was getting moist. I was hard by then, so it was time to get inside of that sweet box.

“Are you ready for me, Christen? I’m going to rape you now.”

She shook her head ‘no’ as tears streamed down her face. I climbed up between her legs, then rubbed the head of my dick on her little clit. I forced about an inch inside her until I feel her cherry. I stop and place my hand on either side of her face.

“Look at me, Christen. I want to see your pain when I bust your little pussy open.” Staring into her eyes I plunged forward and felt her cherry bust. She screamed into her gag. Oh, she was so fucking tight! I didn’t give her any mercy. I fucked that pussy hard, feeling my balls slapping that cherry ass for all I was worth. I fucked her for a good fifteen minutes.,

“Ok, Christen. I’m going to shoot my load into your hot little pussy!” She shook her head ‘no’, but I didn’t care. I pumped load after load into her little cunt, then I stayed in her until I got soft and slid out of her. I sat up and looked at her, cum and blood trickling out of her abused little blond cunt.

“Well, you were a very good girl Christen. I think I will let you go now. And Christen, if you tell anyone about this, you will never see your family or little Brandon again.”

She nodded her understanding and I took my little bag of tricks and slipped back out the back…..

Author of this rape story is: strawberry