Rape Stories.

Hi, my name is Andrea, I’m 20 years old and currently a student. I’m 5’5" tall, slim and, (according to my former boyfriend.) very good-looking with long, dark hair, slim, well-trained legs, firm round behind and just appropriate sized breasts. I work out a lot, and I’ve always been fond of outdoor life and nature, thus very fond of going long trips in the woods and on the mountains.

What I’m about to tell you, happened to me just a few days ago, at the new-year-evening, to be exact. Just about a half year ago my family, that is my half-brother of 18, my parents and me moved from another part of the country to where I’m living now.

Not long after I started studying, I met the boy I thought was the right one. We stayed together all the time, had a wonderful sexlife, and I was so happy I didn’t think anything could go wrong in my life. I was about to find out that I was very wrong on that assumption.

As the millennium celebration got closer, I planned to be with my boyfriend and some of his friends. My brother should celebrate with his friends, and my parents would visit some of their old friends where we used to live before. They left at dec. 27, and on that day catastrophe struck my life.

Later that same evening my boyfriend came over to our house, and from the moment he came in the door, I understood something was wrong. I couldn’t do anything but sit there and listen to him talking about "not the right feeling" and "no common interests" and other phrases that I’d heard so many times before from girlfriends of mine and from films and read in books etc., but I had never thought I would hear them directed at me. An hour later I was on my room, crying my guts out over his betrayal. Finally he had told me he’d met someone else, and that was it: "We" were history.

Over the next few days my brother understood what was wrong, but he left me alone with my grief. By the third day, at dec.30. I figured I shouldn’t let this brake me, and I figured out I had to pull myself together and get through with my life. I didn’t want to bother my parents with my problems just before the celebration, so when speaking to them on the phone, I pretended everything was normal and that I was looking forward to celebrating with my boyfriend and so on.

All my friends in this city were also my former boyfriends’ friends, and I didn’t want to meet any of them yet, so I had to figure out what to do on new-years-eve. After considering several options, I decided I wanted to be on my own for the evening, and I wanted to be away from everything. I remembered a place I had found on one of my trips in the woods surrounding the city, and figured I’d camp overnight there.

It was a place surrounded by thick forest and almost invisible from outside the small forest area. In the middle of the area there was a small cliff, flat on the top and just high enough to be able to see over the treetops and view the surroundings. This place wasn’t too far from the city, and although I was out walking the day I found it, one could easily drive to a place just a quarter mile from the spot. The place had a magnificent view of the city and the suburbs surrounding the place on three sides. It didn’t seem as if there had been any other humans on the spot for a long time, probably there were not many that knew of the place at all.

I decided to go out to that spot and stay there for the new-year-eve. Now understand that this is on the southern hemisphere, and in our area there’s summer this time of the year, so I decided to bring food and drinks, clothes and a sleeping bag and stay the night, Thus being able to watch both the fireworks and stuff at midnight, and the sunset at the first of January year 2000.

I told my brother of my plans and where I was going to be, and asked him to respect my wish for privacy. He agreed, and asked how long I was planning to be out there. I told him so, and gave him a drawn map of where I was going, just in case. I had learned that I should tell where I was going when hiking alone, and I figured my brother ought to know. As the day approached, I gathered my things in my backpack, drove out to the parking area and went over to my secret place.

Finally there, I unpacked my stuff, no need to cover up anything from the weather since the forecast said no wind and no rain. I decided to go for a trip in the surroundings to kill a few hours, and then come back to the place about nine o’clock, just before dark. I hiked quite a few miles, and in the silence of the woods I got time to think things over, concluding that things weren’t that bad after all. I had a good, supportive family, easy to get new friends, the look that would give me attention from other boys quite soon, and I started looking lighter on life.

Just before the sun went down, I arrived back at the rock. When arriving I got a distinct feeling of something being wrong. It seemed that someone, or something had moved around a little on some of my stuff, but since nothing seemed lost, I figured it’d been some small animal. (There are no dangerous animal and no large animals this close to town, luckily). As it was still over 70 degrees, I decided to get my clothes off and enjoy being nude for a while (Oh, I forgot to mention, I’ve always enjoyed being naked in the nature, makes me feeling more at one with nature or something, I guess). I undressed all the way until my "birth- suite", and confidant that I was all- alone and no one could see me, I stretched out on my sleeping bag and just relaxed. I got sort of aroused by being out here alone, naked, in the warm air, and I soon started caressing my body and my intimate parts. This added to my arousal and I soon ended up fucking my self with a mosquito spray-can while fondling my breasts, and soon I started orgasming. Not a wild and violent orgasm, just shivers of pleasure and warmth throughout my body. As the orgasm receded, I just laid there with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the after-glow of the orgasm just listening to the silence and my own breath and heart-beats.

"That’s a good start, slut" a male voice said, jolting me back in reality with a tremendous shock.

I quickly sat up, trying to cover myself with the sleeping bag while looking up to see who was there. The first thing I saw, was a guy, about twenty, who stood right in front of me, grinning, obviously the guy who had talked. Just as I realized that he had something in his hand, some rope and stuff, I also realized that there were more guys than him, and looking around I counted 8 or nine of them, surrounding me, all of them grinning and whispering together about my "performance"

"What do you want? Who are you? What are you doing?" All the questions just burst out as I tried to reach my clothes, but one of the guys kicked them away from me.

"What we want? We want some entertainment, of course. And given this special occasion, we want some real good entertainment, and that’s you!" "And who are we?" a very familiar sound said, "Well, you should know me well, and these are my friends, and we’re going to party here tonight, with you!".

I turned around, and my blood froze to ice as I saw my brother standing there with the same evil grin on his face and a noticeable bulb in his trousers. Just as I realized what these guys were up to.

I asked my brother "What are you doing, what on all is this?"

"A, shut up. I’ve tired of having you teasing me up with your looks and your comments, and I’m tired of your teasing about me and girls, and I’m tired of your "nose-up"- attitude and just about everything. And given the fact that you have no boyfriend more, and that a body that nice shouldn’t stay unused, I figured me and my friends could treat ourselves to a good time and give you what you need at the same time!"

Tears poured down my cheeks as I realized that my brother had in fact set me up to this, and I trusted him and told him where I was going to be! He had just waited for this occasion, and now he and his friends had made a plot to rape and abuse me. It wasn’t a moments doubt in my mind that this was what they had in mind, given the situation.

"Well, guys, let’s make her ready" my brother said.

In a minute they’d spread my sleeping bag on the ground, me upon it, and while four guys held my arms and legs, me kicking and swearing an pleading them to let me go, the hammered stakes into the ground and tied my arms and legs to them. I was spread out tight, not being able to move any of my limbs, and after that they stood up, admiring their work. Then one of them inserted something, a ring I think, into my mouth, just behind my teeth, and he secured it with a strap behind my head. Then they inserted a dildo into the ring and secured that too with straps behind my neck.

"Just to give you something to bite in and to keep you silent" one of them said and laughed.

I was unable to do anything as I watched the bunch drop their trousers and get all their clothes off. I watched one after one of them displaying their large, erect cocks, some of them (including my brothers) astonishing big for their age.

"Well, John, You organized this, you go first!" one said to my brother, and I watched my brother kneel between my legs with a firm grip around his cock. He pushed two fingers into my pussy to confirm that I was still lubricated from my orgasm a few minutes ago, and then he wasted no time at all.

I closed my eyes tight and turned my head as I felt john get on top of me and aim his cock at my pussy. He slowly parted my pussylips with his cock-head, and then he plunged inside with a mighty thrust. I tried to scream, as my pussy was forced wide open by his cock, unprepared for something that size. As he landed deep inside me, he got I firm grip on my breasts, and he kneaded them hard and pulled my nipples as he held his cock still inside me for a few moments. A cried inside and tars poured from my eyes as I felt john starting to pull his cock out and then pushing inside again.

He started fucking me with long, hard blows while kneading and pulling my breasts, and I couldn’t do anything by lay there in my shame, receiving my brothers raping and abuse.

"Hey, make her watch" he shouted to one of the others, and someone grabbed my head and forced it forward.

Then someone pulled my eyelids open, and I had no choice but to look at what was going on. Through my tear- filled eyes I looked up in my brothers eyes, watching the pleasure in them that he got from fucking me, and I watched the expression in his eyes as he started his orgasm. I could feel his cock trembling and sort of growing a little, and I could see the expression of orgasming in his face as I felt loads of his hot semen pouring out of his cock deep within my body. As he emptied himself inside me, I thought of the horrible act of incest he was committing, and by the horrible in the situation I had ended up in. Finally he collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside, and the awaiting guys pulled him away to make room for themselves.

Then next one also just plunged in his tool and started fucking me. As he too came deep inside me, he withdrew his cock and made room for the next one, while I still cried silently and tried all I could to put my mind elsewhere while they abused me. By the time the time the fourth guy pushed his cock inside me, my cunt was so full of semen that I didn’t feel any pain by his rapid fucking, and that eased it up a little bit for me.

I started to feel warm from the little friction that was left in my cunt, and after a while that feeling caused more heat radiating out in my body from my cunt. I realized to myself that in spite of being raped and abused, my body started reacting to the fucking I received. In utterly shame I couldn’t help letting out small moans each time he trusted inwards and soon the warm feeling spread throughout my entire body.

It was as if my body and my brain lived two different lives, my brain still shocked and degraded and ashamed from what situation I was in, while my body took advantage of what it was subjected to and just went on enjoying the feeling of big, hard cocks fucking my cunt over and over again, filling me with semen and pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. As I felt the fourth guy starting to tremble and shiver, I knew that he was about to fill me up with even more semen, and the thought of that made me starting to cum as well. Just as he squirted his first blow of semen deep inside me, I let out a long, loud moan as my body stiffened in my first rape-orgasm. As he spurted more and more semen inside me, I convulsed and pulled in my bondage as my cunt seemed to melt away in wave after wave of pleasure bashing through my spread- out body. Finally, exhausted and while still trying to deny my body the pleasure from this abuse, I reluctantly longed for the next one to start fucking me so I could get more orgasms as soon as possible. My reaction to the raping did not go unnoticed, I could hear that from their comments.

"Shit, guys, she really came!".

"Sure, I told you she was a real slut" John said.

While the other continued commenting on my sluttish behaviour with rude and dirty remarks, the fifth guy entered my pussy and started fucking me. From now on they were not in any doubt that I liked what I received, my moaning and my orgasms left no doubt about that, and after all nine of them had fucked me thoroughly, I’d had four orgasms, each stronger than the previous, and when they all had finished fucking me, they left me lying there while they pulled out their own food and beers and seemed to start the celebration themselves.

I was left there with my own thoughts, and my brain was torn between the shame and disgust over the raping they had performed and the pleasure and lust I had felt from the same treatment. My cunt was still warm, and I could feel thick globs of semen leaking out of my cunt and down on the ground. I was looking at the stars, thinking of what night it was, how this should be a special evening for every person on earth, and how it had turned out for me. I still felt ashamed and disgusted, but my body also felt sort of satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time, In the direction of the city I could see a few firework rockets going up now and then, and I wondered what time it was, figuring it couldn’t be more than an hour, maybe an hour and a half until midnight.

The guys seemed to have lost interest of me, sitting in a crowd a few feet away, drinking beer and talking about whatever. But soon they started to direct their focus I me again, and from the low voices and whispering I understood that they were making plans for me for the rest of the evening. Soon some of them came over to me and released my bonds. I tried to get loose from them, but even the three of them was too strong for me, and in a couple of minutes they had me kneeling on the ground, my wrists tied to my ankles, and then they removed the dildo in my mouth. The ring remained in there, keeping my mouth wide open and preventing me from even closing my lips.

"Your brother tells me you have a very clever mouth! I doubt he meant this, but anyway we’re gonna make you perform good with your mouth if you don’t want to", and then he pushed his cock right inside my mouth.

At first I tried to block him with my tongue, but that didn’t work. Then I tried to lean backwards to get away from him, only to discover that I had no balance with my arms tied to my legs, and he grabbed my hair and pulled me back onto his cock.

"If you don’t know, you’re supposed to suck on my dick and caress it with your tongue, you hear that, bitch".

He pulled me back close to his body and continued to thrust his cock into my mouth. He hit the back of my mouth and still pushed on. I tried to block him from entering my throat, but he just pushed on, and the pressure was too much for me, he finally pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged from the feeling of the intrusion, and as he held his cock still down there, I started feeling the lack of air. Just as everything seemed to fade out, he pulled his cock out again to let me breathe, and after a few short gasps of air he pushed down my throat again and again held it still.

After doing this a few times I quickly got the rhythm: Breath in, cock down and out again, breath out, cock down and out again, breath in and so on. As he started to regularly fuck my throat, I was astonished to feel that the gagging reflex disappeared after a while, and from then on it was straight on. The guy fucked my throat for some minutes, and I did the best I could to make him cum, because I realized that was the way to get this over with quickly: to make them cum as soon as possible. I did my best, stroking what I could of his cock with my tongue, cramming his cock with my throat while he was deep down there, and sucking the best I could in between breathing. Soon I felt his cock tremble, and I felt his cum pour out deep down in my throat. As he pulled his cock out, he squirted out his last blow of semen into my mouth, and I could feel the salty taste of it for a second before the next one pushed his cock inside.

As I looked up, I realized that this was my brother again, and I reminded me of the shameful situation he had put me in, but there was nothing I could do to prevent anything of this. Johns cock seemed bigger than the first one, and although it easily slipped through the ring gag, it was almost too big for my throat. As he pushed it down all the way until his balls hit my chin, it was like pushing a cock into a too narrow cunt. He stretched the walls of my throat as he pushed inside, and finally down there, he too held it still for a moment to sort of getting used to the feeling. Then he started fucking my throat with all the force he needed. After a while I kind of got used to his cock too, and I managed to make him cum in just four or five minutes, and then he blew all his load into my mouth and down my throat, and I cuffed a little while swallowing it. By now they had completely broken down my "decent mind" and all that was left was this horny, cock-hungry slut they thought I was. I took myself in longing for the next one to enter my throat, and I didn’t have to wait long.

The third guy plunged his cock inside just as I finished swallowing, and he was soon replaced by the third and the fourth and so on until they all had fucked my throat too. I didn’t get any orgasms from this, but it sort of pushed me closer and closer to the edge as each one of them fucked me in my throat. When they had finished, they just tilted me forward on my sleeping bag, leaving me there on my knees and my shoulders, my hands still tied to my ankles and my ass sticking up in the air. I had semen still leaking out of my pussy, and some of the cum they’d dumped in my mouth also ran out and down on the sleeping bag as I laid there, exhausted and heaving for ear.

"Hey, guys, it’s almost midnight, we must give the bitch a good new-year- fucking to remember!"

"Yeah, remember how we planned it" my brother said.

"You go ahead, John, it’s time now, it’s just eleven minutes left. Make her ready, and we’ll follow."

I turned my head and watched my brother approaching me, still naked and his cock rock hard again, protruding almost 8 inches from his body by the look of it.

"Well, sis, are you ready for the fuck of the millennium" he asked as he approached me.

I wondered what they had planned for me, and I was soon to find out. My brother kneeled behind me, and I soon felt his enormous cock pushing on the entrance of my pussy and then slipping by the lips and burying itself deep within my cunt. He started fucking me slowly, and the lust that had raised during the mouth-fucking now quickly rose higher and almost made me cum. But then he withdrew his cock and sort of disappointed I tried to ask him what he was doing. But because of the gag I couldn’t make any understandable words, and soon I found out anyway. Then next second I felt him grabbing my asscheeks and pulling them apart, and I realized what was about to happen.

I started screaming "no, no, NOOOOO" but he didn’t listen.

Soon I felt his cock-head pushing against the entrance of my ass. I had never experienced anal sex before, and I was not ready for this. I cramped my asshole closed to avoid him entering me, but he had learned the tricks somewhere. He reached down and grabbed my clitoris between two fingers. Then he squeezed hard and pulled it out just to release it suddenly. The jolt of pain made me contract almost every muscle in my body, and then by the relief of him letting releasing my clitoris all my muscles relaxed for a fraction of a second, also my anal muscle. As a result of that, and by the force of the large power he used to press against my ass, he buried what felt like his entire cock inside me in one blow. A lightning pain shot through my body, and my asshole felt like it went white- glowing in a tenth of a second. It felt like he should rip my ass apart, and it felt like he was rearranging my inner organs. Then he started fucking me back there, and the pain got even worse. I was screaming my lounges out, and I was convulsing and bucking to get away from him, but he had a firm grip of my hips and was thrusting in and out like a machine.

I was still screaming and moaning from the pain after a few minutes, but deep inside me I started feeling something I never had felt before. It was like a new sort of lust, warm, deep, powerful, and it rose quickly to the level I’d been before he started in my ass. By now the pain had become bearable, and the new feeling overpowered the pain and made me feel hornier than ever before. It felt like I was about to cum any time, but yet it felt like it was a lot longer to go.

By now the other guys had approached and was standing in a circle around us. Suddenly my brother stopped fucking me with his cock buried deep inside, and with the help of two others he leaned backwards and laid down pulling me with him, cock still buried deep inside. Now he was lying on his back, and I was literally sitting on his cock, my feet on the ground and my knees upward and spread wide exposing my cunt to everyone.

As my brother supported me with a firm grip around my waist, one of the other guys kneeled between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy. He quickly buried it in there, and the feeling of having two cocks filling both my holes to the limit made me gasp for air and shudder in ecstasy. Soon my brother and the other guy started fucking me simultaneously Pushing soon one, soon the other cock deep inside me. The two cocks stroked along each other inside me, just parted by the thin wall between the two cavities, and the sensation made me almost go wild. Now one of the other guys bent my head backwards and pushed his cock inside my mouth, and I greedily sucked him inside and all the way down my throat.

As I heard the sound of fireworks increasing as time closed to midnight, I gave the guys fucking me the best fuck I could, but as one shouted "30 seconds left" he withdrew his cock and tilted my had up again so I could see all the others. They were now gathered at each side of us, all stroking and masturbating their cocks, and I figured they’d all soon come all over my body.

"15 seconds left" one shouted, and just then one of the guys started squirting semen all over my breasts. "Ten – nine – eight". The guys fucking me in my two other holes sped up as much as they could, and my body started shivering and convulsing. "Seven – six – five" Two or three of the other guys started squirting semen all over my face, in my mouth and in my hair, and I finally started cumming myself. "Four – three – two"

I looked up at the sky, watching rockets exploding in millions of shapes and colures, and my body exploded in an orgasm I hadn’t thought was possible. It felt like lightning struck my body, making it glow up in an instant, heat threatening to melt my entire body, and I felt like my hole body was just a glowing mass of orgasming cunt and ass, showered with semen from all of the other guys standing around me cumming all over me.

I never heard the rest of the countdown, but through the most violent orgasm I’ve ever had I could hear the roaring of the fireworks from the city, I could hear the church bells and the ship sirens from the harbour at midnight as my body spasm and bucked itself into the next millennium, impaled on two spurting, orgasming cocks as the others were still squirting cum all over my body. Far away I could hear someone shout "happy New Year" accompanied by a long, shivering scream that I later realized must have been from me. The guy fucking my cunt reached out and grabbed my breasts, both of them smeared with semen, and he kneaded them and squeezed and pulled my nipples thus renewed my orgasm while the others still poured semen into my cunt and ass. After what seemed like an eternity of orgasming, and while the bells silenced and the roaring of the fireworks receded, my orgasm faded out in a warm afterglow, sort of an after-orgasm. Wave after wave of heat washing through my body making it feel like I was in bright sunlight, warming my skin from all sides, the warmth spreading inside my body until it embedded everything. Finally, while I felt I was back on my knees and shoulders, ass high in the air, feeling cum ooze out of all three of my holes, I finally passed out from exhaustion. In my deep dreams I dreamed about lots and lots of cocks fucking me in every possible way, and decided that I actually liked it. From the nice, straight, decent girl I was before, I had turned into a cock-hungry slut who would let anyone use her just to get enough cock. I figured I must have had it in me all the time, and just needed the triggering to let it loose.

When I awakened, I realized that the dream about cock after cock abusing my holes wasn’t just dreams. The guys had taken me along in their van to a beach-party, and when arriving there they’d let anyone at me who wanted a piece of cunt or ass. I was like drugged on lust, craving for more and yet more sex until I fainted from exhaustion again.

When I finally got home on January 1., I downloaded a mail from one of the guys which showed pictures taken of me during my rape. The pictures showed no faces but mine, and it showed only pictures from after I started liking the treatment. He threatened to publish the pictures unless I submitted to their abuse every once in a while when they wanted me, and given the situation I guess I’ll just have to obey them. At least I’ll get a lot of pleasure out of it myself too.

But I still feel betrayed by my brother. He has admitted to me that it was all his idea after I told him where I was going and what I was doing, and he also admitted that the bondage idea and the bondage equipment was his too. He admitted that he likes being both sub and Dom, and that he had used the equipment on himself when alone in his room.

Now I have planned a big surprise for him. I’m going to take along a couple of my girlfriends and seduce him, putting him in bondage and let my mates do whatever they want with him. The catch is that the two or three friends of mine aren’t really friends of mine, rather than transvestites I’ve got into contact with on the net the few days since new- years-eve. They live in our town, I’ve already met them and I can tell you they can fool anyone by the looks. I’m looking forward to get my revenge, and I can’t wait to see the expression on his face as he is tied to the bed with his ass high in the air, watching the "girls" drop their clothes and reveal their cocks. He’s going to get everything he can take, and I’m going to watch and take pictures. Revenge is sweet…

This truly hot rape story is written by galemattias.

Great rape story by Catscanner

The building wasn’t much more than a tattered amount of plaster and timber but it was our main HQ for the time being. The Afghanistan countryside looked almost like back home in Arizona. That’s where all similarities stopped. My men and I were part of a task force to weed out and harvest information from known Taliban sympathizers.

All of the men with me lost someone dear to them of Sept. 11th. I needed these types of men to help me in my objective. Our methods were questionable but extremely effective. We already accounted for the discovery of several Taliban strong holds.

Amat Hussel was a big beefy Turk that spoke the lingo perfectly. Just like a native. His wife and son were aboard the plane that struck the first tower.

The prisoners made their way in. There was always some type of surprise each day. Today the Afghani countryside coughed up four women in military attire.

Amat informed me that they were found trying lay some antipersonnel mines in the vicinity of our troops. I told him to ask them the standard questions and as expected the prisoners refused.

I looked around at the men in the room with me. We didn’t care about rank in my unit. I was in charge, that’s all that mattered. I spotted Wingo in the corner. His sister was aboard the plane that stuck the Pentagon. Black hair, medium build of Cherokee heritage. Ruppenstein was a New Yorker. Red hair, muscular, big guy. His brother was a firefighter that went into the trade towers but never came out.

Duffy was the result of a black and Samoan union. This guy made The Rock look like the poster child for anemic disorder. His mother worked in the first tower. She is believed to be of the many who jumped to their death rather than to be burned alive.

I told Amat to order them to remove their headgear. As they did they all revealed long beautiful lustrous brown hair. I instructed Amat to convince them that it would be far better for them to cooperate. That all the men in this room held little sympathy for them or their cause.

After the translation the first female soldier yelled something then spat on the floor. "You don’t have to translate that Amat. Wingo lock the doors, Duffy you and the rest help our guests off with their clothes."

Wingo got that small smile on his face "Does this mean that it’s -Play time _ Sir?" "I believe that we all need a slight break from the routine. Wouldn’t you all agree?"

The lock came down swiftly but not as swiftly as the soldiers did on the prisoners. The sound of tearing material was almost as paramount as the screams of the women.

Duffy had the first prisoner’s breasts one in each hand as Wingo held her arms behind her back. Each prisoner had her on set of captors and was all in different stages of undress.

I looked to the far right and saw Amat stuffing his huge dick into the ass of a small framed woman. Her rather large tits were flopping out and smacking together as her raped her shit hole. She flailed and screamed as did her comrades.

A third prisoner was sandwiched by the Carson brothers. They lost their father — a police officer that had also entered one of the towers. Their prisoner was trying to scratch and kick them but her actions just drove their cocks into both of her orifices that much deeper.

I approached the last prisoner. To my surprise she spoke English. "Let us go! This is not part of the Geneva Convention!"

"Neither are murdering thousands of innocents for your cause you filthy whore." With that I ripped open the front of her tunic and out popped the must beautiful pair to DD breasts.

They were extremely firm and had large aureole and stiff nipples. She just stood there with her hands on her hips not caring about her naked top.

"You dogs think that you scare us? Your dicks barely are noticeable."

"Is that so?" I said, "It sure as hell doesn’t sound like that from your sisters–sister!" One captive-the one with Amat- was yelling something to her leader as the big Turk filled her shit hole with his quality beef.

Tears were streaming down her face as she screamed at the assault upon her rectum. Amat laughed loudly and said "She’s begging for you woman to shut the fuck up because she’s making us angrier!"

"Pig let us go!!"

She didn’t even see it coming. I laid my combat boot quick and straight into her mid abs. knocking the air right out of her. As she fell to the floor I tore off her camous and her underwear. My dick was hard and her hole was so dry. It hurt both of us as I forced my nine inches of hardware into her Taliban black hairy cave.

"Get off, Get OFF! She screamed as tears flowed down her hot cheeks.

"Hey baby, I’m trying and if you keep moving like that I WILL! Get my rocks off that is. Tell me where your leaders or troops are!

"Fuck you American Dog!"

I placed my teeth around one of her breasts. I bit down hard and could feel the nipple tickle the back of my throat as I heard her scream. I brought my hand under and behind her as and forced her asshole open with my middle finger.

"No! No! You filthy infidel! You cannot-THAT is forbidden! It is against the Karin!"

My dick was now slick with her juices and plowing her was easier.

"Oh I’m sorry princes. In that case I surely will take my finger out."

As I said this I rolled her on her stomach and in doing so twisted her right arm up behind her and locked her down.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing more then what your people tried to do to us! Now shut up and take it up your stink hole bitch!"

With that the head of my dick speared open her firm ass cheeks and I felt the heat from her asshole touching the tip of her rectal wrinkles.

"Stop! Stop! It is forbidden!"

I believe that people back in New York could have heard her scream as my purple-headed intruder went cave searching into her bowels. It felt so hot and buttery soft. My entire shaft slide into her until I felt her asscheeks butt up against my abdomen. I purposely rotated my hips so that my manhood could sword blade side to side inside this whore asshole.

I wanted to make her suffer like every one of us had suffered, more so. I could kill her and all of her entourage but THAT still would take away the pain.

"Do you smell that princess? That the smell of revenge! "

I was riding her ass and I brought my head down and bit her neck. I could taste her sweat and my dick was plowing in her soft hot sphincter. Her tunnel gripped around my dick like a hot glove refusing to let me go. I could feel the tissues of her rectum clinging to me as I pulled out. Her screams echoed in my head but like a narcotic made me want to hurt her even more.

"My boy Durazo here is going to feed you his dick. If you bite him or if he tells me that he feels any teeth, I’ll really make you hurt. I’ll take out my dick, but I’ll shove this dagger’s blade right in its place and cut through your asshole so that you have a really big pussy. Any time you take a shit, you’ll have to dig turds out of your pussy do you understand that BITCH!"

"Yes, Yes, just don’t hurt me any more!"

"Well, well princes it looks like you are slowly learning your lessons here. OK Durazo give it to her. Put your chorizo dick into her mouth!"

Durazo was of Mexican heritage but didn’t speak Spanish. Ironically his brother was in tower two acting as an interpreter for an American company. He too expired on 9-11.

Durazo opened his zipper and I felt her tremble as she witnessed 14 inches of the hardest meat ever to come her way.

"I, I can’t, it’s too big!

"Would you rather have THAT where I am in now?"

Without hesitation she put a lip lock on Durazo’s cock head that would have made both Monica Lewinski and Bill Clinton proud.

Durazo slid his meat in and was obviously blocking her air supply, but eventually she learned how to breath on the down beat. His brown meaty hands contrasted to that of her lighter skin. He was pulling hard on her nipples and would on occasion run a thumbnail over the area where my teeth had bit her breast earlier.

I looked around and saw the other three women being raped. The tiny-framed girl that Amat had been corn holing was in addition being fucked in her pussy by Ruppenstein. He was on his back and they had pulled the woman on top of him as Amat remounted her shit hole from behind. Ruppenstein was running his tongue between her tits and taking small nips at her breasts each time Amat would push forward and force-feed a round mound of flesh into Rupp’s mouth.

The Carson brothers had swapped positions several times. They traded once again except that the one that was in her ass now made his way to her face.

"I want you to lick the shit of my dick and swallow bitch! I want you to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had or I’ll gouge your eyes out with my thumbs and skull fuck you–do you understand?"

The broad that Durazo and I were raping yelled something to the gal that the Carson brothers had and she immediately grabbed his dick and started sucking for dear life. So good in fact that Jeff Carson exploded like a Howitzer canon. We all laughed out loud as her cheeks literally ballooned out with each of his cums.

His brother Tom was pumping her ass so hard that HIS ass was a blur. Both he and the bitch yelled at the top of their lungs as he flooded her terrorist ass with his star spangled cum.

About this time Amat and Wingo had positioned themselves and had forced BOTH of their cocks into their victims ass. She was crying and screaming but I believe that it was from sheer lust because her gash was producing cream by the gallons. She was almost squirting her cream out of her pussy like a man ejaculates.

Her breast were quivering and shaking as both men fucked her stink hole. Now the two of them started altering movements as one went in, the other withdrew. That sent her over the edge and she literally passed out. For all intents and purposes it looked like the men were fucking a dead woman. She was laying between them limp unconscious but breathing.

They increased their beat faster and faster. Amat reached down and started ripping out pubic hair as he fucked her. Wingo was twisting her nipples practically off of her chest as both men came in unison.

My nuts were beginning to tingle but I refused to let it end I gave Durazo the high sign and before our prisoner new what had happened he was 10 inches in her butt hole.

"Ahihee! Out! No! Out you cannot you are keeeeeling me!"

I forced her on top of me and with the size of Durango’s monster in her shit hole, he had taken all of her slack so that when my dick ripped into her pussy it was like fucking a virgin–it was so tight! I felt her curlys tickling around the base of my cock.

Her eyes were half closed and she looked as if she had drifted into a whole different state of consciousness. Her heavy tits were rubbing against me her sweat dripped over me. Durango would pull out then I’d push in-grabbing her by shoulders for better leverage as I did so. Her nipples were as hard as cherries. I kept chewing on them as we fucked her.

I didn’t want it all to be good for her so I reached down and pinched her erect clit for all I was worth. Boy! THAT woke her up, it must have also triggered one hell of an orgasm because she started to buck and rock as she screamed louder and stranger than I believed any human could.

Her hips started rotating/shaking and pushing against both cocks. Her eyes looked as if she were possessed. Then she stiffened like a board for a good 9 to 10 seconds-all the time her ass and pussy muscles were milking the both of us like milk maidens in a milking contest.

No matter what I tried to think about my balls were informing my dick that there was-In cuming-phosphorus shooting up the shaft a mark 10! The head of my dick was so swollen and hard I swear that I could fell her tonsils rubbing on both sides of my dick. Wrong thought to have, I erupted into her and felt like I was pouring the whole red sea full of my sticky white juice into her.

I slipped out of her and Durazo scooped her up still with his dick in her ass. He held her by the waste with his huge beefy arms and was pumping her. It kind of reminded me of when you put a youngster on your knee and play pony. His pony riding was become a thunderous stampede and her mouth just lay slackened as all of his 14 inches of meat sawed in and out of her.

She looked like a rag doll as her smooth round buttocks slimmed by repeated fucking smoothly flowed back and forth with each of his efforts.

The sound of his lower abdomen smacking her ass increased in tempo. Her tits bounced wildly on her unconscious chest. He then quickly readjusted his grip and held on to her mammaries as he squeezed them till her nipples turned purple and appeared be nearly ready to shoot out like flares.

He let out a groan and his head flung back, the tendons on the side of his neck stood out as wave after wave of jiz canon balled their way into the deep reaches of her bowels. He stirred his dick deep in her ass to milk every sensation of pleasure as he came. When he finished he just let her drop, the wet smack sound of her ass hitting the floor was the last sound to echo in the room.

The men and I redressed but took away the prisoners clothes. As they woke up I asked their leader,

"You will now tell us everything that is important to us."

"Never you pig, dog! We don’t care what you do to us nothing can make us tell you anything!"

"Are you very certain of that princess? Let me show you something."

I had her step to the window. She gasped and swung her head around. True fear in her eyes. Standing at attention before her was the rest of the men assigned to me — approx. 300 more.

"Yep you got it sister, and they are hornier than WE were. So unless you tell us what we need to here, I’m going to have all of those guys of mine rape you and your girlfriends to death. Do we understand each other?"

The four prisoners were very informative. Later after they gave us all the information that we needed, I made them a gift to the men outside. After all part of being a good leader is knowing when to reward your men!

Her name was Michelle and I had been watching her for a long time, planning my attack in infinite detail. Finally the time had come. Getting into her apartment had not been much of a problem and I knew I had about half an hour until she got home from work. I used the time to tear several strips from the roll of duct tape I had brought with me and stick them to the inside of the front door. Next I retrieved a pillowcase from her closet. Then I waited in great anticipation of the fun I was about to have.

Her car pulled into the driveway right on time. Flattening myself against the wall I waited. The key turned in the lock and the door opened. Without looking around, Michelle closed the door, her back to me. That was when I struck!

It is essential in any rape to instil fear and a feeling of complete helplessness in the victim in the very first few moments. Therefore, I pulled the pillowcase down over her head and shoved her forward against the door with considerable force, pinning her against it with the weight of my body. She took in a breath to scream but I clamped my hand down over her mouth, permitting her to emit only a muffled sound audible to no one outside the room.

“Be quiet and don’t struggle!” I ordered her in the most menacing voice I could manage. “I have a knife and will hurt you VERY badly if you don’t behave. You understand that, bitch?”

The mention of the knife was all that was needed to get her under control. She ceased all attempts at struggling and nodded frantically. I took the hand from her mouth and grabbed both her wrists, twisting them behind her back.

“P-please!” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me! Take anything you want but pl—!”

WHAP!

I cuffed her across the back of her head causing her forehead to hit the door.

“I told you to be quiet!” I reminded her. “That means you don’t make a sound unless I ask you a question or tell you to say something. Do you understand that?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

“Yes SIR,” I corrected her. “I don’t want you to open your mouth without me hearing that word.”

“Yes Sir.”

I went back to her wrists taping them securely behind her back then I told her, “I’m going to take the pillowcase off now, Michelle. Keep your eyes shut. If you so much as blink, I’ll cut them out, understand?”

“Y-yes Sir!”

She was really scared now. Good. Sometimes I enjoy a bitch who struggles a bit. You know, the feeling of her wiggling and squirming beneath me. Most of the time, though, I like to get them in line from the get-go and the paralysis of fear is one of the best aids in doing that. I took off the pillowcase and, just like she had been told, she kept her eyes shut tight as I taped them that way with the remainder of the duct tape. Having now rendered her completely incapable of seeing me, I turned her to face me.

“All right, Michelle,” I told her. “This is how it is going to be. I’m going to be your house guest tonight and you are going to be EXTREMELY nice to me. I know everything there is to know about you and I know that you are not expecting any visitors the entire weekend so don’t try to feed me any bullshit to the contrary. There is only one rule you have to worry about following. You do anything and everything you are told to do any time you are told to do it. Do anything else and I will have to punish you. Do you understand that?”

“Y-yes Sir.”

“Good girl,” I remarked as I touched her cheek then began moving my hand down her body until I came to the delicious swelling of her breasts. I cupped one and squeezed it through her blouse. “You are very pretty girl.”

She said nothing.

Without warning I pinched a nipple HARD then twisted it, “What the fuck is wrong with you, cunt?! I just paid you a compliment! Show some gratitude!”

“Th-thank you Sir!” she whimpered. “I-I’m sorry Sir!”

“That’s better,” I remarked as I released the nipple. “Let’s get a better look at you. Start by stepping out of your shoes.”

Obediently she did as she had been told and in a moment stood there barefoot. I began unbuttoning her blouse and soon opened it and slid it down over her arms. Taking out my knife I cut it free of her imprisoned wrists and let it fall to the floor. Next I put the knife up between the cups of her bra. A frightened shudder passed through her as she felt the cold blade against her skin. I chuckled. Bitches are terrified of knives! I quickly sliced through the bra and her gorgeous size 34s burst forward. I let the remnants of the bra hang on her taped wrists while I squeezed, fondled, and otherwise enjoyed her womanly tits. She stood there not daring to move, her breathing light and rapid and her heart pounding wildly. I gave each nipple a painful pinch which elicited an involuntary gasp. One of the greatest highs of rape is being able to do whatever you want with a slut’s body and never having to ask permission, knowing that the body in question, for the duration of the attack, no longer belongs to the woman but is now my property and she is VERY aware of it!

“You have nice tits,” I told her.

“Thank you Sir,” she murmured, having previously learned her lesson about saying thank you.

“I think before I go any farther,” I told her. “That I’d like a little kiss.”

I lowered my mouth to hers and, while she made no attempt to draw away, her lips remained closed and unresponsive. I took my mouth away and said nothing. —- Instead I slapped her hard across the mouth! Then I grabbed a handful of her shoulder length brown hair and wrenched her head back so hard I was sure she was afraid her neck would snap.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked angrily. “Do you call that a kiss? It’s no wonder you don’t have a husband or boyfriend! Now we are going to try that again and, if you don’t want the shit beat out of you, you damned well better KISS me!”

Still gripping her by the hair I mashed my mouth down on hers again. This time she parted her lips and admitted my invading, RAVAGING tongue. I had my way with her mouth for a good long time then let go of her.

“That was better,” I told her afterward. “From now on I expect to be kissed back whenever I kiss you. It is only polite. You understand?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor then I removed her pantyhose. Finally there was only her little silk panties covering her. I decided to take my time getting them off, to really enjoy myself. I placed the knife blade against her left inner thigh and began sliding it slowly up her leg. She began to tremble. When I reached the top I paused.

“You know, Michelle,” I remarked almost off handily. “I can either cut your pussy or fuck it. Which would you prefer?”

“P-please don—don’t hurt me Sir!” She was beginning to sob and I made a mental note to be careful that the tape didn’t lose its adhesiveness due to the wetness of tears.

“Not good enough,” I told her as I gently poked her groin with the tip of the knife. “I didn’t ask what you DON’T want me to do to you, I asked which you WANT me to do, cut or fuck. Answer me.”

“F-fuck me S-Sir,” she stammered. “Please don’t cut me!”

“Beg for it,” I told her. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Sir,” she replied obediently.

“Where, Michelle? Where do you want to be fucked?”

I could just imagine the extent of her humiliation, having to plead for her own rape, and I was LOVING every minute of it!

“In m-my p-pussy Sir! Please rape my pussy!”

“Well,” I mocked as I quickly cut away the panties. “Since you put it that way, get down on the floor on your back and spread your legs WIDE!”

Quickly the now naked woman obeyed, assuming the dictated position, all open and available for me.

“You had better be a good fuck, Michelle,” I told her as I began to undress. “Just lying there won’t cut it. Do that and you’ll get the beating of your life when I’m finished. I expect you to move that cute ass of yours and hump like you’ve never humped before!”

Making her participate in the rape rather than just enduring it passively would not only intensify the humiliation she was experiencing but would also help make her more ashamed afterward, a possible inducement not to tell anyone about it. I even considered making her cum. That would almost ensure her silence. The shame of having an orgasm while being raped was almost always enough to keep the bitch quiet afterward. With a smile of anticipation I (and my rock hard cock) descended upon the naked, trembling, helpless Michelle.

I didn’t waste any time. I quite literally RAMMED myself into her tight little cunt and began pounding away at her. She moaned a little and bit her lower lip and I could tell it was hurting her. She didn’t scream or cry out, though. She had learned that when I said to keep quiet I meant it. The bitch was trainable after all.

The hell with how much pain she was in. It didn’t matter. Rape is all about the man, in this case, ME. The woman is nothing more than a collection of fuck holes, a THING to jack off with. It is male / female relations at their most basic, primeval fundamentals. The male wants so he takes —- because he can. The female gives —– because she can do nothing else. It doesn’t matter a whit what she thinks about it!

WHAP!

I slapped Michelle hard on her left hip leaving a bright red handprint.

“I told you to hump, you lazy cunt!” I scolded her. “Now move your lazy ass!”

Immediately she began moving her hips and pelvis in sync with my own violent thrusts. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and began sucking as I took hold of the other one with my hand. I fondled and licked for awhile and soon the nipples began to harden and swell. At the same time I could feel her pussy dampening. PERFECT, I was getting her excited. It knew it was humiliating to her. Time to make it worse and have fun as well. Lifting my mouth, I remarked, “You’re getting hot, Michelle, aren’t you?”

“N-no Sir,” she sobbed.

SMACK!

I slapped her face.

“Don’t lie to me,” I told her. “It isn’t nice to lie. Now try that answer again.”

She turned her head to the side, embarrassed and ashamed. I wasn’t going to let up on her, though, “Answer me unless you want to be hit again.”

“Y-yes Sir,” she finally mumbled.

“Yes what?” Tormenting her like this was getting me even more aroused.

“Yes Sir, I’m g-getting h-hot!”

She was panting now and bucking at me almost as wildly as I was pounding her. I pinched both nipples mercilessly and she whimpered.

“You want to cum, bitch?” I asked her. “You want to cum like the shameless bitch in heat you are?”

“Yes Sir!” she admitted, wild desire finally overwhelming all shame and dignity. “PLEASE let me cum Sir!”

“Cum, you dirty minded little whore!” I growled as I reached my own limit and began pumping hot cum into her as she nearly exploded with her own orgasm.

After it was all over I immediately got off her and stood.

“Get up,” I commanded her gruffly. There was no need for any tender holding and petting. This was not romance, it was rape. The bitch had served her purpose.

She got to her feet and, grabbing her by a tit, I began leading her toward the kitchen telling her, “That worked up an appetite in me and I haven’t had dinner yet. Let’s see what you have to eat.”

Once in the kitchen I shoved her against a wall and told her to stay there then I opened the refrigerator.

“Hey!” I yelled at her causing her to shake with alarm. “What the fuck is this? You’ve got practically nothing in here! What kind of goddamned hostess are you?!”

“I-I’m sorry Sir!” she whimpered lamely. I smiled. Reaching into the frig I made a sandwich and munched on it as I walked over to her and planted another kiss on her. This time she kissed back dutifully. I was sure she tasted the sandwich I was eating.

“You are a real slut, you know,” I told her. “What sort of self respecting woman cums during her own rape? Tell me what you are, whore.”

“I-I am a-a—a—.” She stammered.

I took hold of a nipple and told her, “If you don’t want me to pinch you’d better say what I want to hear.”

“I- I am a –a — a slut, Sir!” she said.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“No Sir,” she replied.

I pinched! She moaned.

“Wrong answer,” I told her. “Try again.”

“Y-yes Sir!” she quickly answered. “Yes I’m hungry Sir!”

Keeping hold of the nipple I led her over to the table where I sat in a chair then I told her, “Down on your knees.” She obeyed and, letting go of the nipple and grabbing a handful of her hair, I said, “Let’s try out another hole. Time for your dinner. Open up.” Obediently she opened her mouth.

SMACK!

I slapped her face and growled, “Dumb cunt! What makes you think you are good enough to suck my cock? BEG for the privilege!”

“May I please suck your cock Sir?” she asked. The humiliation she was experiencing was evident. I LOVED it!

“Do anything stupid like biting and you will be dead in half a second!” I warned her. Then I shoved my hard cock in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She started to gag but I slapped her again and commanded, “None of that! SUCK!”

She did as she was told and I have to admit that Michelle was quite a cock sucker. She put her whole heart into it. Of course I didn’t tell her that. As a matter of fact, I slapped her several more times and warned her that if she didn’t do a better job I might just strangle her. By the time I came in her mouth she was so frantic and terrified it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. It is a tremendous high to have a helpless, TERRIFIED, naked whore down on her knees sucking your cock hoping more than anything that she satisfies you enough that you don’t kill her. I made her swallow every drop and even lick the head of my dick clean when I was finished.

I then decided to have some fun with her. “I’m leaving now,” I told her. “Don’t move a muscle for 30 minutes after I’m gone.” I then walked over to the door and opened and closed it. Then I stood there quietly watching what she would do. She stood there for a moment then, thinking me gone, she began struggling with the tape, trying to free her wrists.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” I screamed at her. She stood bolt upright, the shock apparent on her face.

“I-I’m s-sorry S-Sir!” she stammered.

I walked over to her and backhanded her so hard she sprawled on the floor.

“You undependable cunt!” I yelled at her as I kicked her in the ass. She drew up into a fetal position on the kitchen floor as I continued to kick her. “I told you 30 minutes and you were moving after no more than five! I ought to just cut your worthless throat and be done with you! The world is full of whores, I ought to just kill you and go grab another one!”

“No Sir!” she pleaded. “Please Sir! Please don’t kill me Sir! I’m sorry Sir ! REALLY I am!”

I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her back up onto her feet then I dragged her over to the kitchen table and bent her over it. Grabbing her ass cheeks in my hands I spread them and told her, “I could grease you up with butter or something so it won’t hurt so much but after the stupid move you just pulled, I think I’ll let you have it dry!”

Now, an ass fucking is not primarily done for sex and it is definitely not pleasant for the bitch. It is an act of punishment and domination and as tight as Michelle’s little hole was, it hurt her like hell. Reflexively she screamed as I TORE into her and I smacked her ass and told her to keep her dumb fucking mouth shut. I raped her ass for quite awhile until I shot my wad deep into her rectum then I wiped my cock off on her leg.

It was starting to get late so I decided to call it a night. Taking Michelle with me, I got into her bed and told her not to wake me. I fucked her three times during the night, twice in the cunt and once more in the ass. The next morning, when I woke up, I slapped her awake and made her suck my cock before I got out of bed. She begged me to let her go pee and I did but I stood there in front of her while she did it. Couldn’t let her think she deserved anything like privacy after all. I fixed myself a nice breakfast from the eggs and bacon she had in the refrigerator then, feeling a little sorry for her since all she had had to eat the night before had been my cum, I cracked a raw egg and plopped it on the floor. Then I made her get down and lick it all up. 

Bye the way, a bitch with her hands behind her back is a pretty awkward creature and she fell over more than once. I mocked and ridiculed her and told her what a dumb, clumsy, fucking whore she was. Before I left I fingered her until I made her cum again (rubbing in what a shameful slut she was by letting herself get off from the actions of a rapist!). Afterward I put her in the shower and showered off any physical evidence I may have left on her. Finally I told her, “You have no idea who I am or what I look like.

 If you were to go to the police, there is little you could tell them about me. I, on the other hand, know EVERYTHING about you. I am going to keep watching you. If you report this I will know about it immediately. It is conceivable that they may discover who I am —— someday! Long before that, though, some night when you least expect it, I will come back only this time when I leave you will be DEAD! I’ve done this to seven other women. Four of them were smart. They kept quiet and are still alive. Three were stupid and reported the rape. They are dead. You can be the sixth live smart one or the fifth dumb dead one!”

A great rape story by the Master of Female Slaves

It is a memory that will never leave me. I go to sleep with it every night. I wake up with it every morning. It is always in my mind, just beneath my surface thoughts. I try to keep it pushed as far back in my consciousness as possible. It is a memory of terror, pain and frustration. It is the memory of the night that I was raped.

It happened on a Tuesday night. I was taking art classes two nights a week after work at the local Community College. I’m a secretary by profession, but drawing has always been a hobby of mine. My class that Tuesday ran from 7:00 to 11:00 PM, but I stayed late to talk with my instructor about a project I was working on. Little did I realize what that extra half hour would cost me.

Having come to school straight from work, I was still dressed for the office in a white satin blouse, black knee length skirt and black high heeled sandals with straps around the ankles. As I left the building, I realized that nearly everyone was gone already. The parking lot, which had been jammed with cars when I arrived, was now nearly empty. The click-click of my high heels on the pavement emphasized the quiet and loneliness of the lot.

As I said, the lot had been jammed when I arrived, and as a result, I had to park on the far side of the lot, next to the woods. The night sky was cloud covered, cutting out all moonlight and making it extremely dark. Under the trees, where I was parked, it was even darker. He must have been in the bushes near the rear of my car, but I never saw him. Not until it was far too late.

I had my car keys in my hand as I reached the car. I had just slipped the key into the lock when I heard…..something. I began to turn, but it was too late. He must have run right into me, driving me face first into the side of the car hard enough to stun me. Quickly, before I could even grasp what was happening, he grabbed my left shoulder, spun me around, and drove his fist into my stomach. I never felt such pain as the wind was knocked out of me and I began to collapse to the pavement.

Grabbing the front of my blouse, my attacker pulled me back up and slammed me back against the car, pinning me there with his left forearm across my throat while he drove his right fist twice more into my stomach. My head was spinning with the pain of the attack and the lack of air. I was helpless as he began dragging me back into the woods. That’s when the realization hit me of what was going to happen and the pure terror took over my mind. I tried to fight, tried to break away, but he was too big and too strong. I was crying and begging him to leave me alone, begging him not to hurt me, but I may as well have been talking to one of the trees.

He must have felt we were far enough into the trees that he wouldn’t be disturbed, because he suddenly threw me to the ground. The back of my head hit hard enough that my vision exploded with stars. Before I knew what was happening, he was on me, tearing my blouse completely open, ripping my bra apart and forcing his mouth onto mine. I tried to scream, tried to fight, but he hit me twice in the face, hard enough to bring back the stars.

I was terrified that he would kill me if I tried to scream again. I was sobbing, begging him to leave me alone as he pinned me to down. He was laying on my right arm, pinning it to the ground. His left arm was under my neck so that his left had was just above my left shoulder. He grabbed my left wrist with his right hand and forced it up by my shoulder so that he could pin it down with his left hand.

He continued trying to kiss me while he cruelly grabbed my breast with his right hand. He was squeezing and twisting roughly, trying to inflict as much pain as he could.

I begged him to stop hurting me, but he just ignored me and kept abusing me breasts. Then he dropped his head down, taking my left breast in his mouth. He began viciously sucking and chewing on my nipple while he ran his hand down onto my leg and began rubbing and squeezing my thigh. He pulled my skirt up around my waist and forced his hand between my legs, squeezing and twisting at my crotch.

I was twisting my body, digging my high heels into the dirt to try and push away from him, but it was no use. He grabbed the crotch of my pantyhose and tore them open, exposing the light silk panties I wore. I felt him grab the crotch of my panties and begin twisting and pulling, tearing the material open and exposing me to him. He had his mouth on my breast, sucking and biting hard enough to cause me to grit my teeth and moan in pain.

At the same time I could fell him forcing his fingers into my vagina. I kept kicking and pushing with my legs, twisting my body back and forth, begging and pleading for him to stop, And then he rolled on top of me, forcing himself between my legs. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I felt his hand move between us, grasping his penus and guiding it to the entrance to my vagina.

My terror increased, and mixed with the greatest sense of frustration I had ever known. I didn’t want this to happen, I didn’t want to do this, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. This animal was going to use me, he was going to enter me and use me against my will, and there was nothing I could do. And then he began pushing himself up inside of me, spreading me open and forcing himself into me.

I begged and cried while I tried to twist away from him. I could feel him moving deeper into me with each thrust. Then suddenly, with one violent, painful thrust, he drove himself completely inside of me. I arched my back in pain as a scream escaped my throat. He drove himself into me over and over, as hard and as violent as he could. My emotions ran through my mind in a confused jumble. I was terrified, never having felt so much fear in my life. I was so frustrated that I thought I would lose my mind; and I was in pain, feeling as if I were being torn in two.

I quit fighting. It was useless. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over. I cried and moaned in pain as he continued pounding into me, continued abusing my breasts with his hands, continued forcing his mouth onto mine. I could feel his weight crushing me into the dirt as he was grunting and sweating on top of me. I could feel him swelling inside of me as his pace increased. The violence of his attack increased with each thrust, driving deeper and deeper into me. He began moaning, approaching orgasm. I began begging him not to come in me, begging him to have that small mercy, crying and begging.

He grabbed me by the hair, bending my head back, forcing his mouth onto mine. He twisted my hair, forcing me to scream. As I did, I felt his tongue force itself into my mouth. He held my head pinned, his tongue intertwining with mine, as he began driving into me harder and harder, faster and faster. I tried to twist away, tried to push away with my legs, tried to break my mouth free of his, but it was no use. And then he made a final, brutal lunge into me and held himself there as I could feel him coming inside of me. I could feel the heat of his foul seed inside of me as he resumed moving, still squirting come deep inside of me with each vicious thrust.

Finally, he was finished. He laid on top of me for a few minutes before finally standing up. I laid there, unmoving, while he fastened his pants and belt, then turned and walked away. That’s when it dawned on me that he hadn’t said a single word.

I laid there in the dirt, my blouse and bra torn open, my skirt bunched around my waist, my legs spread open, my body completely exposed. My body ached from the abuse it had received. I don’t know how long I laid there like that, crying softly and wondering why? Why me? And I knew then that this night would be with me forever. I knew that this memory would never fade. It would be a part of me forever.

Author of this rape story is unknown.

Foreword: Everyone please welcome our new contributor Dick Walker and his amazing rape story!

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