Rape Stories.

Great rape story by Luckytom44

Todd Mansfield glanced at the dashboard clock and let up a little on the accelerator. He was running just a trifle early today, and dropping his speed from forty-five to thirty-five should put him back on schedule. He was getting very good at judging the speed versus distance ratio for this one section of his drive to work.

Todd was fifty years old and employed at Boron Electronics as an Electrical Engineer. He had been happily married to Sharon for nearly twenty two years. He stood six foot and weighed one hundred eighty pounds. He was in reasonably good physical condition, watching his diet and exercising regularly. To all appearances, Todd was a normal, relatively successful middle aged man.

Todd slowed and came to a full stop at the “T” intersection of Quarry Lane and Bailey Road. He looked both ways before pressing down on the gas pedal and turning left onto Bailey. He glanced again at the dashboard clock to insure his timing was still good and smiled to himself. Right on the mark.

He hummed softly to himself as he covered the one-half mile to the intersection of Bailey and Litton roads. Slowing down, he guided the truck into a right hand turn onto Litton Road. It wouldn’t be long now. Just over the little rise in the road three quarters of a mile ahead.

As the truck crested the rise, he could see her an eighth of a mile ahead, standing at the end of her driveway.

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Lindsey Travers stood at the end of her family’s long driveway on Litton Road waiting for the school bus that would take her to her ninth grade classes at Claremont Junior High in Jackson City. The Travers lived outside of town in a ranch style house set well back from the road. While not exactly rural, the houses were far enough apart to allow for the illusion of country living while still allowing neighbors to get to know each other. It was an area where people felt safe.

It was a warm morning and Lindsey was casually dressed in a light weight, short sleeved red sweater, denim button fly shorts, white socks and sneakers. Not done growing yet, she stood only five foot three inches and weighed one hundred five pounds. At fifteen years old, her slender body was just starting to fill out into young womanhood. Her hips were starting to round out and her breasts were beginning to blossom. Her legs had the firmness of youth. She wore her light brown hair long, well past her shoulders with bangs across her forehead. Her slightly angular face had large brown eyes, a straight nose and full lips.

She shifted the straps of the backpack that held her books to a more comfortable position and glanced down the road to her right to see if the bus was in sight. Hearing a vehicle approaching from the other direction, she turned and saw the blue Ford F150 pickup truck with a cap covering the bed as it cruised past her. She had noticed the truck on numerous other occasions, passing her while she waited for the bus. Someone on their way to work, no doubt. The time of day was just about right.

Lindsey glanced back to her right as the school bus approached, slowed and stopped on the other side of the street. She waited until the flashing lights changed from yellow to red and the “stop” sign on the side of the bus was deployed. The bus driver nodded to her and Lindsey trotted across the street and boarded the bus.

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Todd turned the blue Ford F150 pickup off of Litton Road and onto Hathaway. He was obsessed with the young girl who’s name he didn’t even know, and he tried to time his drive to work so that he could see her each morning. His timing had been good today, and he had passed the young girl’s house during that short period that she stood at the end of the drive waiting for the bus.

Todd felt silly sometimes, trying so hard to time his drive to see her. He would tell himself that he was too old to be acting like a kid. And damn sure too old to be thinking about a girl who he judged to be between thirteen and fifteen years old. Still, she was just so pretty. Was it really all that bad to just want to look at a pretty girl, regardless of age?

It had started innocently enough, almost accidentally. This was his normal route to come to work and he had been using it for years. Then, one morning in early fall, he had been running a little early for some reason, and he had seen her standing there, waiting for the bus. He noticed how pretty she was, and he felt some strange attraction to her that he couldn’t explain. Throughout the day, her image would occasionally pop into his head. Three days later, he again left early for work, this time for the express purpose of seeing her. Eventually, it was every day.

At first, his timing was not that good. Sometimes he would pass her house too early, before she came out. Other times he was too late, and would pass the bus after it picked her up. His timing had improved, though, and now he saw her nearly every day. Occasionally, he even got stopped by the flashing lights of the school bus and he would stop his truck and watch her as she ran across the road right in front of him.

He pulled into the parking lot of Boron Electronics and parked the truck. He sat there for a moment and took a deep breath as the memory of her drifted through his mind. She had been wearing very short denim shorts today, and the smooth curve of her legs had caused a stirring in the pit of his stomach. What would it feel like, he wondered, to run his hand over those smooth young thighs? At that age, her skin would feel like silk. Smooth and cool to the touch. He felt himself getting hard at the thought.

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Todd sat at the desk in his work area in the basement of the house he shared with Sharon. Tonight was the night she bowled on her company’s league, leaving him an evening to himself. He had been planning on working on a model of a sailing ship he was building, but found he couldn’t concentrate. Going to the bar in the rec room, Todd poured himself a stiff scotch and soda, then returned to his work area. Leaning back in his swivel chair, he put his feet up on the desk and sipped his drink.

He couldn’t concentrate on his model because his mind was filled with the girl at the end of the driveway. He wondered what her name was. Wondered how old, or rather how young, she really was. He closed his eyes and visualized her. Those shorts she had been wearing this morning, showing off those lovely legs. Even with sneakers on they were beautiful. He wondered how her legs would look in nylons and high heels. Yeah, with a silky blouse and a short skirt. He would be willing to bet she would look absolutely fantastic.

He took another sip of his drink and let his mind wander into a day dream. He was with her, sitting next to her on a couch with his arm around her. His other hand softly caressed her cheek. Leaning forward, his lips met hers in a soft kiss while his hand moved down to gently massage her small, firm breast. She trembled, and made a small noise in her throat, but she didn’t try to push him away. His hand moved down, across her stomach, down her leg. He felt her quivering under his touch as his hand stroked her thigh.

His hand moved up under her skirt, gently squeezing her leg. As they kissed, he parted his lips and let his tongue touch her lips. She responded, and his tongue entered her mouth. She moaned softly as his hand reached her crotch and slowly rubbed her most private of areas.

She was responding, her arms around his neck, her body squirming against his. Slowly, enticingly, he unbuttoned her blouse. She lowered her arms to allow him to remove it, then put them back around his neck. He lowered the zipper on her skirt, and she lifted her slender hips so he could slip it down over her legs and off.

Reaching behind her, he unfastened her bra and removed it. Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid. She whimpered as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and started gently sucking on it. Her hand at the back of his head pulled him to her. She kicked off her shoes as he pushed her panties and pantyhose down over her thighs. They joined the rest of her garments on the floor, leaving her smooth young body completely exposed to him. Shedding his own clothing, he laid her back on the couch. Her eyes met his as he lowered himself onto her. Their lips met and he kissed her softly as he guided himself to her moist, warm opening, preparing to gently take her virginity. She closed her eyes and moaned as he slowly pushed himself up inside her….

“Todd? Are you down there, Todd?” Sharon’s voice brought him out of his reverie.

“Yes, dear. I’m down here.” Todd stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs. Sharon was on the landing, looking down at him. “How did bowling go?”

“Good. We won all three games.”

“That’s great, hon. Feel like a drink?”

“Sounds good,” Sharon replied. “I’ll be down as soon as I put my purse away.”

Todd went to the bar, freshened his own drink, and mixed a screwdriver for Sharon. He noticed his hand was shaking ever so slightly. He was still aroused by his fantasy.

Later that night, when he and Sharon made love, he closed his eyes and pretended she was the young girl from the end of the driveway. His orgasm was massive.

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Lindsey glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly time for the bus. Picking up her backpack, she slipped her arms through the straps.

“Bye, mom,” she called from the door.

“Goodbye, sweetheart. Have a good day at school.” Lindsey’s mother came into the living room to watch her daughter until she boarded the school bus. Ellen Travers was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Her hair was the same color as her daughter’s. She looked very much like an older version of Lindsey.

Lindsey closed the front door behind her and walked across the yard to the driveway. Reaching the street, she glanced to her right to check for the bus, but it wasn’t in sight yet. She folded her arms across her chest and waited patiently. Three minutes later, she saw the school bus round the corner onto Litton Road. Glancing in the other direction, Lindsey saw the light blue pickup truck she had seen so many times just cresting the hill.

The two vehicles were approaching her from opposite directions. The yellow warning flashers on the bus began blinking as it neared Lindsey. The pickup started slowing down. The flashers on the bus went from yellow to red as the bus came to a stop. A moment later, the truck came to a stop near Lindsey. She glanced at the driver of the pickup truck, and he smiled at her and motioned to her that it was safe to cross in front of him. It was a nice smile, a friendly smile, and Lindsey smiled back and waved before running across the street.

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Todd saw the school bus coming in the other direction. Quickly judging distances, he backed off on the gas pedal. He should arrive near the girl at the same time as the bus, meaning that he would have to stop for the bus’s flashing lights, and she would have to cross in front of his truck. That would give him a much better look at her than he would get by just driving past.

He saw the girl glance in his direction as the two vehicles approached her. The yellow flashing lights came on, and he slowed still further. Then the lights went to flashing red, and he applied the brakes, bringing the truck to a stop just short of where the girl stood.

God, she looked great! She was wearing a short sleeved, light blue pull over shirt, white shorts, white socks and sneakers. He felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. She looked towards him to make sure it was safe to cross and made eye contact with him. When she did, he smiled broadly at her and motioned with his hand that she could cross the road. She smiled back and gave him a short wave before running across the street to the bus.

She smiled at him. Smiled and waved. He felt an unexpected happiness at that small gesture. A smile played across his face as the thought occurred to him that maybe she could like him. The flashing lights on the bus went out, and both vehicles resumed their trips.

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The young girl floated through Todd’s mind throughout the day. She was so young. So pretty. So full of life and energy. Her whole life lay ahead of her, while Todd’s was drifting inexorably to a close. And what had he done with his life? Been a good husband? A good father? Yes, he had been that. But where was the adventure? Where was the excitement?

He remembered when he had been young. The world had seemed so full of possibilities, so full of promise. What had happened? He had married, settled down, went to school and got a conventional eight to five desk job. Thrilling.

Married. Yes. There was Sharon. Stable, conservative, a good wife and mother. And totally unimaginative, unadventurous. They had never made love anyplace but in the bedroom and seldom had they tried different positions. She was a good woman, but sexually boring.

His mind returned to the young girl. If he could somehow get to know her, get to spend time with her, then for at least a short time, maybe he could recapture his lost youth. Maybe for a short time he could find excitement and adventure. She had smiled at him, after all. Maybe she was attracted to him in spite of his age. Maybe there was a way to have one last adventure.

Todd’s obsession was slowly, surely leading him from the world of reality to the world of delusion.

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Lindsey stood at the end of the drive. It was cooler today and a light drizzle was falling, so she was dressed in blue jeans, sweater and a light jacket. She wasn’t actually wearing the jacket, but rather holding it over her head like a makeshift umbrella. The bus was nowhere in sight.

Hearing a vehicle approaching from the left, she glanced in that direction. She noticed the driver of the pickup truck smile and wave at her. Her face took on a confused look. Why would he do that? Who was he? And then she remembered. It was the man who had waved her across the road yesterday, the man with the nice smile.

Lindsey smiled and waved back. He must just be one of those friendly types, she thought. Someone harmless who just likes people.

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She had smiled at him again. Smiled and waved. Todd felt a joy surge through him. She was attracted to him. He knew she was. God, what a marvelous, tremendous feeling! Maybe there was hope. Maybe they could end up together.

Why not? There had been May-December relationships before this. History was filled with older men and younger women coming together. And he wasn’t THAT old, really. He might have another thirty-five or forty years. And he just bet he could make her happy.

Todd’s delusional state was becoming more pronounced.

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Todd had been moody the night before. Sharon had wanted to make love, but he couldn’t raise much interest. His mind had been focused on the smooth, silky skin of the young girl he saw each morning. How could a middle-aged woman compete with someone like that? How could she compete with someone who was young and firm and beautiful?

Todd glanced at the dashboard clock again. He should be right on the mark this morning. He felt a stirring just at the thought of seeing what he had started thinking of as “my little girlfriend”. Maybe she would be wearing the white shorts again. He hoped so. She looked so tremendous in those.

He slowed down and turned the truck onto Litton Road. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was becoming more pronounced with each passing second. Up the hill, over the crest. He could see the end of the driveway. No one was there. No one. He felt his heart sink.

He looked at the clock. He was on time. He was right on time. Had the bus come early? Was his “little girlfriend” late coming out? He slowed as he cruised past the house. Nothing. She wasn’t just coming out of the door. Wasn’t crossing the yard. She was no where in sight. Todd felt a great disappointment.

Through the day he thought about her and felt a sadness that he couldn’t explain. Seeing her had become the bright spot in his day, and without her…..

The thought hit Todd hard. Summer vacation! What would happe n during summer vacation? Three months without school. Three months without seeing her. What would he do for three months without her?

No. He couldn’t accept that. His mind searched for a solution.

If he could just get her away with him for awhile, get her away with him so they could spend time together. She would fall in love with him. He knew she would. Yes, that was it. He knew exactly what he had to do. The timing would be critical, but he could pull it off. He had to.

Todd’s tenuous tie to reality had finally snapped.

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Lindsey waited at the end of the driveway for the school bus. She wore a short sleeved pullover top with blue and white horizontal stripes, blue denim button fly shorts, white socks and sneakers. As usual, her books were in her backpack. She wore her hair pulled back in a ponytail today, secured with a blue silk scarf tied in a bow.

Ellen Travers, Lindsey’s mother, was watching her daughter from the front window of the house as she did every morning. Watching until Lindsey was safely on the school bus. Ellen understood what the world could be like, and she was very protective of her daughter.

Lindsey glanced to her left and noticed the blue Ford F150 pickup just cresting the rise. She had become accustomed to seeing it, and was even accustomed to exchanging waves with the driver. Strangely enough, she was actually starting to think of him as a friend, even though she didn’t know his name. He just seemed nice.

Todd saw that his timing was good. The young girl was waiting at the bottom of the driveway. He saw she was wearing those wonderfully short shorts that he loved so much. He took it as a good omen, and omen that they were meant to be together.

Ellen heard a crash from the kitchen and a wail from Randy, her two year old son. She ran to see what was wrong, to see if he was hurt. Randy was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor screaming. A chair next to the counter was tipped over on it’s side. Ellen ran to her son.

Lindsey noticed that the Ford F150 pickup truck was driving erratically, swerving from side to side. Fifteen feet short of where she stood, the truck left the road and came to a stop with the passenger wheels in the grass of the Travers’ front yard. She could see that the driver was clutching his chest, his face twisted in pain. Heart attack, she thought. Lindsey ran to the drivers side of the truck to see if she could help.

Ellen was on her knees in the kitchen, trying to calm Randy down. He had apparently tried using a kitchen chair to climb up on the counter and fallen off. She had checked her son for injuries and found none. She could tell he was more frightened than hurt, and she talked to him in soothing tones.

Rick Jennings, driving school bus number 21, came to a stop fifty yards short of the intersection of Allison Street and Litton Road. Fifty feet short of being able to look down Litton Road and see Lindsey and the blue pickup. He opened the doors and waited for the three students to board the bus. A decent kind of guy, he smiled and said good morning to each of them as they boarded.

Lindsey jerked open the driver’s door of the blue pickup. She could hear the man groaning through clenched teeth. She put a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, mister? Are you alright?” She heard him groan again. “Hold on! Just hold on and stay calm! I’ll call 911!”

Lindsey turned to run to her house, and in that second, Todd grabbed the ponytail at the back of her head with his left hand and jerked her back against him. His right hand covered her mouth and nose with a cloth saturated with chloroform. She clawed at his hand and tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the hand covering her face. Her eyes showed pure terror as she tried to twist away from the hands that held her. Her struggles gradually diminished as the chloroform began taking effect.

Rick Jennings made sure the three students were safely seated before closing the door of the bus. He was very careful when it came to the safety of his charges. Shifting into gear, he let the clutch out and moved towards Litton Road.

Ellen had finally got Randy to stop crying. She was gently washing his tear streaked face with a damp cloth and telling him that everything was alright. He was still sniffling and she hugged him to her.

Todd pulled Lindsey’s unconscious body into the truck, lifted her over his lap, and laid her on the seat next to him. Her legs were stretched over his lap. Closing the door of the truck, he jerked the gear shift into drive and pulled back onto the road. Just as he was once more moving, he saw the school bus pull up to intersection of Allison and Litton, stop, and then turn right. If it had taken him a few seconds longer to subdue the girl…. The two vehicles passed each other sixty feet from the Travers’ driveway.

Rick Jennings slowed the bus to a stop. Lindsey wasn’t waiting at the end of the drive, nor was she crossing the yard. Rick waited a few seconds in case she was running late, then let the clutch out and slowly accelerated.

Ellen Travers got back to the window just in time to see the bus pull away from the front of her house. She went back to the kitchen with the firm belief that Lindsey was safely on her way to school.

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Todd drove with his left hand. His right was gently rubbing the unconscious girl’s leg from ankle to thigh. He repeatedly glanced down at her, admiring her youth and beauty. She was absolutely fantastic. And now she was his. All his.

Todd had planned well. The bed of his truck, covered with a cap, was set up for camping, an activity Todd had always relished. There was an oversized fold down cot, a four burner Coleman propane stove, two lanterns, folding chairs and a folding table. He had loaded enough canned and freeze dried provisions to last two people six weeks. Blankets, sheets, pillows. Soap, shampoo, shaving cream, towels. He had thought of everything. He even had spare clothes for the young girl, picking sizes as best as he could.

The drive took nearly two and a half hours. It had gone from main road to side road to dirt road. Two hours into the trip, Todd shifted to four wheel drive and left the little used dirt track, setting off cross country. The truck bounced over the rough terrain as Todd steered between trees and up hill. He had to keep both hands on the wheel for this section of the drive. It demanded his full concentration.

Finally, the ground leveled out for about sixty feet before resuming its upward slant. Todd maneuvered the truck between the trees and pulled into a small clearing in the middle of this level area. It was just as he had remembered. A circular clearing in the trees perhaps thirty-five feet in diameter. The grass was thick and lush. A fresh water spring ran down the hill and along the western edge of the clearing.

Todd had found this place years ago and knew they would never be disturbed. He had had camped here often, and due to the rugged terrain, had never seen another person. Six weeks in this secluded spot should be enough time. Enough time for the young girl to learn to love him. Enough time for him to make her his.

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It was mid afternoon when Ellen Travers walked down the long driveway to the mail box at the end of the drive. She found two catalogues, three bills and a flyer waiting for her. As she turned to go back to the house, something caught her eye. Something shiny laying on the ground next to the road perhaps fifteen feet from the drive.

Curious, Ellen walked over and picked up the object. She felt her heart skip a beat as she recognized Lindsey’s wrist watch. How had she lost it, and why was it all the way over here? She always waited for the bus right at the end of the drive. Looking down again, Ellen noticed the tire tracks if the soft dirt of the front lawn.

She had to be wrong. She had to be. Ellen ran to the house as fast as she could. Grabbing the phone, she hurriedly dialed a number from memory. The phone rang three times before being answered.

“Claremont Junior High, Mrs. Robbins speaking.”< p>“Mrs. Robbins, this is Ellen Travers, Lindsey’s mother. Can you tell me if Lindsey is in school today?”

“Just a moment. I’ll check for you.”

The seconds crawled by for Ellen until Mrs. Robbins came back on the line.

“Mrs. Travers? According to the attendance records, Lindsey is … absent today.”

Ellen punched down the button on the cradle of the phone to break the connection, then released it. Her pulse racing, she dialed 911.

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Lindsey sat on the passenger side of the pickup truck, slumped against the door. Todd had removed her backpack so she would be more comfortable. He had also looked through the backpack and found her school identification card. Lindsey. What a pretty name. It fit her.

Todd was turned sideways in the seat, leaning against the driver’s door. He watched Lindsey as she slept off the effects of the chloroform he had used on her. He thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He reached over and gently stroked her thigh. He had been right, her skin was as smooth as silk. He was so lucky to have her. So lucky to possess her. He knew now that he loved her, and that in time, she would love him.

He heard Lindsey moan softly, deep in her throat. He saw her stir, her head moving ever so slightly. Another moan, and then her eyelids fluttered. Slowly, her eyes opened. Her eyelids drooped and her eyes had a glassy look. She looked at Todd, but there was no comprehension in her eyes.

“Shhhh. Go back to sleep, Lindsey,” he said softly as he stroked her hair. Lindsey sighed, closed her eyes and drifted back into the drug induced sleep. He undid the scarf that held her hair and let it fall loose. It looked so much better that way.

Todd put his arms around her and pulled her to his side of the truck. She was now leaning against him, her head on his shoulder with his right arm around her. His left hand cupped one of her small breasts and massaged it. So firm, he thought. So very firm.

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Officer Dan Reynolds pulled his patrol car into the Travers’ driveway, shifted to park, and switched off the ignition. He was just climbing out of the cruiser when a thirty-something woman, slender and pretty but with a tear stained face, ran out of the house and down the driveway.

“Please, please! You’ve got to find her. You’ve got to!” she pleaded before Officer Reynolds could introduce himself. He knew what she was talking about. The dispatcher had told him over the radio that it was a missing person case involving a teenaged girl. Dan Reynolds had been a cop long enough to know that the vast majority of these cases were either runaways or just a group of friends cutting class for a day.

“Calm down, Mrs. Travers. We’ll do everything we can. What makes you think she’s missing?”

“I called the school. She didn’t … didn’t get there.”

“Any chance that she might be at a friend’s house? Just cutting classes?”

“No! Lindsey loved school. She never cuts classes. Somebody’s … somebody’s taken her. I KNOW it!”

“What makes you think somebody’s taken her?” he asked in a soothing voice.

“Her … her watch. I found it … found it … out there,” she said, indicating the road.

“Why don’t you show me just where you found it?” Reynolds suggested.

The two walked down the drive and then over to where Ellen had found Lindsey’s watch.

“It was … right here. And Lindsey always waited for the bus over there, on the driveway.”

Reynolds looked at the distance. Fifteen feet. No way could she stand in the drive, lose her watch and have it land here. Reynolds checked the ground. It was still soft from yesterday’s rain. There were tire tracks, coming off the road and into the grass. Deeper impressions where the vehicle sat motionless. He could also see footprints in the soft dirt between the grass and the concrete. Small feet. The stride indicated the person who made them was running. Running in the direction of the vehicle. And here, where the footprints stopped, the ground was churned up, as if there had been a struggle. No foot prints leaving this spot, but the tire tracks moving back onto the road, going over top of the footprints in one place.

Reynolds gritted his teeth. They wouldn’t find this one watching television at a friend’s house. They would be lucky to find her at all. And very lucky if they found her alive.

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Lindsey moaned softly as she gradually regained consciousness. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked around. She was completely disoriented and had no idea where she was or what had happened or her. Slowly, she realized she was in a vehicle of some kind. A car or a truck. She also became aware that she was leaning against someone.

Groaning, she put her hands against the person next to her and pushed herself to a sitting position. Her head was spinning and she felt queasy.

“Good afternoon, Lindsey. It’s nice to see you’re finally awake.”

Lindsey looked at the person next to her. Who was he? What was he doing here? He knew her name. Did she know him? She couldn’t remember. She shook her head to clear it and the queasiness got worse. Her mind began clearing. A heart attack. That was it. He had been having a heart attack and Lindsey had gone to help him. What did she do? She was going to dial 911 for an ambulance, but … but somebody had grabbed her. Grabbed her from behind and put a hand over her mouth and nose.

With a shock, Lindsey was awake and aware. She knew who this man was. Knew what he had done. She threw herself at the passenger door, scrabbling for a way out of the truck.

“Sorry, Lindsey, but I took the liberty of removing the door handle. That door can only be opened from the outside.”

The look on Lindsey’s face was one of pure terror. She pressed herself against the door, as far from the stranger as she could get.

“My name is Todd, Lindsey. Todd Mansfield.”

“Please, please let me … let me … go home. I want … I want to go home. Please, just let me go home. I want my … my mother. I want m-my mother-r-r.” Tears traced paths down her cheeks as she pleaded with her captor. Her body trembled in fear.

“I can’t do that, Lindsey. Don’t you understand? If I took you home, your parents would never let us see each other. Never let us get to know each other. They would keep us apart so that you would never learn to love me. Don’t you understand, Lindsey?”

Lindsey was terrified by his words. She would learn to love him? He must be crazy. He was old enough to be her grandfather!

“Don’t you remember, Lindsey? You waved at me. You smiled at me. It was obvious, so very obvious that you were attracted to me. And now you have your chance. Your chance to get to really know me.”

“Stay away from me!” she cried out as he moved towards her. “Don’t TOUCH me! Leave me ALONE!”

Todd grabbed her by the shoulders. She tried to break free, twisting her head away from him as he tried to kiss her.

“NO! Leave me ALONE! STOP it! Please STOP it!”

She twisted and squirmed, trying to break away from him. Her left arm was now pinned between his body and the back of the seat. In desperation, her right hand flashed up and she tried raking his eyes with her fingernails. Catching her by the wrist, he forced her arm down and twisted it behind her, grabbing her wrist behind her back in his right hand. Both of her arms were now immobilized, while his left hand was free to explore her body.

“Oh God, PLEASE stop it! PLEASE let me go!” Lindsey was near panic as Todd buried his face in her neck. His hand went to her breast, squeezing and kneading. She had never been touched like this before, had never even been kissed by a boy, and it completely terrified her.

“Oh, Lindsey, I love you. I truly love you.” he murmured in her ear. His hand went to the neck line of her top. She felt him twisting and pulling at it.

“DON’T!” she screamed as he tore the front out of her top, exposing the white silk bra she wore underneath. She was wracked with sobs as he played with her breast through the thin material. “Please DON’T! I don’t WANT to! Oh, God STOP!”

He pulled the bra strap off of her shoulder and pushed the cup down. Le aning over, he sucked her nipple into his mouth as his hand traveled over the silkiness of her stomach and down onto her thighs. She tried to squirm away from him as he forced his hand between her legs and started rubbing her crotch.

“Stop it!” she pleaded though her tears. “Please STOP it! I’ve never DONE this! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He continued sucking on her nipple as his free hand fumbled with the buttons on her shorts. Her terror increased as he slowly pushed her shorts and panties down over her thighs. He was going to use her! He was going to make her do it!

“STOP it! Don’t MAKE me! PLEASE don’t MAKE me!” she screamed as he twisted his body and pushed her shorts and panties over her feet and onto the floor. Releasing her arms, he tore remnants of her top and bra from her and threw them to the floor as well. Grabbing her ankles and holding them under his arm so she couldn’t kick, he pulled the sneakers and socks from her feet.

When he released her legs, she scrambled across the truck, pressing herself against the passenger door. Curling her legs and crossing her arms over her chest, she tried to cover her nudity. With red rimmed eyes, she watched in abject horror as Todd quickly removed his clothing. Her eyes bulged when she saw his member, rock hard and standing strait out from his body. It looked HUGE!

“God, DON’T! PLEASE don’t put it INSIDE me! PLEASE don’t! NOOOOOO!!!” she wailed as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him. He threw her to the seat, flat on her back with her head towards the passenger door. She tried to keep her legs curled, but he forced them down onto the seat. Climbing on top of her, he forced her legs apart with his knees.

“NO! You can’t DO this! You just CAN’T! I’M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!” Lindsey screamed as she fought him with every ounce of strength she could muster. She fought as viciously and as determinedly as possible, but a five foot three, one hundred five pound child stands little chance against a six foot , one hundred eighty pound man.

“I’ll be good for you, Lindsey. I’ll be good for you. Just relax. Relax and enjoy it.” he whispered in her ear as he snaked his hand between them. He grasped his cock and guided it to her vagina.

Lindsey screamed in pain as he pressed his cock against her and started to force her open. Far from being aroused, Lindsey was in a state of pure terror and her vagina was completely dry. The pain she felt as he started fucking his way into her was incredible. She dug her heels into the seat, tried twisting her body away from him. She grabbed his hips and tried to keep him from entering her any farther. In spite of her efforts, every thrust drove him deeper into her.

“STOP! Please STOP! No MORE! Ohhhhh! I can’t … can’t … TAKE it! I … I CAN’T! OWWWW! It hurts! It HURTS so bad! N-no! N-no! Nnnuuuhhhhh!”

Todd continued his assault, forcing his way deeper into Lindsey. Deeper, deeper, until he came up against her unbroken hymen.

“Now, Lindsey, now. Now you become mine!” he whispered as he pulled back.

“NOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” Lindsey screamed in pain and her body snapped taut as he jammed himself brutally into her, tearing through her virginity and burying himself completely inside her. “OH GOD NOOOOOO!”

Todd’s body crushed Lindsey to the seat as he drove himself repeatedly into her. Her trembling, quivering body underneath him felt like heaven. He had dreamed of this moment, dreamed of feeling her surrounding his organ. He ignored her tears and her cries of pain as he joyously raped her. His hands roamed over her body.

“N-no! N-NO! … nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … St-stop! … nnuuuhhh … Oh God! Oh God! … Y-your HURTING me! … nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … P-please, PLEASE get … get OUT of me! … nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … It HURTS!”

Lindsey felt as if her insides were being shredded. She had never imagined such pain could exist. She was jerking and twisting, trying to fight her way clear of him. She had her hands on his hips, trying to push him out of her. This couldn’t be happening to her. It had to be a nightmare. It just HAD to be!

“God, Lindsey! God, you feel so good! You feel so TIGHT! Oh God, I love being in you!” Todd moaned in her ear as he stroked his length in and out of her young body.

Lindsey felt sick. The terror, pain and frustration that coursed through her were more than she could bear. Tears ran down the side of her face and into her hair. She continued fighting, continued trying to get him out of her. Kicking. Twisting. Squirming. Nothing worked and the rape proceeded unchecked. Lindsey felt sweat beading on her face and body from the exertions being forced upon her.

Todd took a fistful of her hair in one hand and her chin in the other. Unable to twist away, she felt him clamp his mouth to hers. He twisted her hair and squeezed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. She gagged as she felt his tongue probing deeply into her mouth, intertwining with her own tongue.

“Mmmmrrrr! Mmmmrrrr! MMMMRRRR!” she tried screaming around the invading tongue as she continued trying to push him away. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he broke free of her mouth and lifted himself so he could look into her face.

“You are … you are … so beautiful. So very beautiful.”

“Uuhhh … uuhhh … uuhhh …” Lindsey moaned through clenched teeth with every vicious penetration of her body. “Uuhhh … uuhhh … p-please … uuhhh … no … no more … uuhhh … uuhhh … p-please … st-stop … uuhhh … uuhhh … you’re … you’re … uuhhh … hurting m-me … ooohhhhhhh …”

Far from stopping, Todd’s assault increased in it’s ferocity. He was nearly in a frenzy now, driving into Lindsey with all the speed and force he could muster. Her body jerked in pain and she cried out each time he drove into her.

“Nuuhh … nuuhh … Oh! … Oh! … St-stop! … nuuhh … nuuhh … P-please … STOP! … nuuhh … nuuhh … Oh God! … Oh God! … nuuhh … Get OUT! … nuuhh … Get OUT … of me!”

Lindsey felt him pounding into her harder and harder, faster and faster. She felt as if she were being torn in two. Then he was groaning in her ear. She felt him throbbing inside of her.

“Oh God, Lindsey! Oh. God! Nnnnnuuuhhhhhhh!” Todd groaned as he shot a thick stream of cum deep inside her.

“Oh God, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Lindsey cried out in fear and revulsion as she realized what the warmth spreading through her meant. He was cumming inside her, filling her with his fluids. What if she became pregnant? Oh God, what if she became pregnant?

Still he pounded relentlessly into her body, pumping his fluids into her until he had drained the last drop from his balls. Then, with a sigh and a shiver, he collapsed on top of the brutalized body of Lindsey Travers. She could feel him slowly softening inside of her.

Lindsey collapsed on the seat, tears of pain, fear and frustration draining from her eyes. The pain and brutality of the rape had been terrible and horrifying. The specter of a pregnancy now hanging over her made it still worse.

“P-please,” she whimpered, “please g-get off of me. Please.”

Lindsey moaned as Todd lifted his weight and slowly withdrew his meat from her. She felt the mixture of blood and cum leaking out of her, running down between her buttocks. Opening the driver’s door, Todd stepped out of the truck. He stood there, gazing at the shattered young girl who lay trembling on the seat with a shocked look on her tear stained face.

“I’m sorry, Lindsey. The first time is always kind of rough for the girl. The next time will be better. I promise.”

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Story by, The Falcon

This is story about a girl named Shannon. She’s 26 years old, really good looking, and a known flirt. You know the type, shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, nice tan and the rest. About three months ago, Shannon started sleeping with one of the guys that hangs out at " The Watering Hole" , a local bar in town. That’s where the problem started. You see, the guy she was fucking, Greg was his name, was already involved with someone else and she knew it. In fact, she even knew the girl fairly well - she was one of the girls that occasionally hung out at the bar also. Kris was her name, and she and Greg had been dating for about nine months prior to Shannon entering the picture. Now, Kris had suspicions that something was up, but she had no proof, and no idea who it was that Greg was messing around with - that is, until the day that Greg slipped and left a note from Shannon sitting on the seat of his truck. It so happened that Kris had borrowed his pick-up on that particular day to help a couple friends move their sofa. Kris has a short temper, and a history of being somewhat vindictive when it came to someone fucking with her men.

It was Saturday afternoon, and Shannon decided to stop by the bar to see who was hanging out that day. As she pulled into the parking lot she quickly spotted Greg’s truck, and decided to stop in for a drink, and with any luck, maybe get laid too. Walking in, Shannon looked around the dimly lit bar, and noticed Kris talking with a couple guys over by the pool tables, but Greg wasn’t there. Shannon had never met the men before, but decided to go over and say hi.

" Oh well" , she thought to herself, " I’ll just go over and talk with Kris" .

That was obviously going to prove to be a big mistake that day, since Kris had just found out about Shannon’s little affair with her boyfriend, not twenty minutes before. As soon as she read Shannon’s note to Greg, Kris had already planned her revenge on sweet little Shannon. Kris told the two guys in the bar about Shannon’s little indiscretion with her boyfriend as soon as she saw her pull into the parking lot. And, she made sure that if they helped her with her plan, they would get a piece of Shannon too.

" Hi Kris" Shannon said in her usual happy-go-lucky tone.

As Shannon approached the three of them in her typical strut, Kris just smiled like nothing was going on. " Hey, Shannon, what’s up"

" On nothing, I just got off work and thought I’d stop by and see who’s hanging out"

Unexpectedly, Kris replied " Hoping maybe Greg was here, huh?"

" Uh, no…no I just, um" she stumbled, not ready for such pointed remarks.

" I know you’re fucking Greg, you Bitch….do you think I’m fucking stupid?" asked Kris.

" What are you talking about?" replied Shannon, with a guilty look across her face.

Without saying another word, Kris stepped up and bitch-slapped Shannon across the face with a loud " Smack" .

Before Shannon knew what hit her, Kris grabbed her by the hair and yanked it down hard, forcing Shannon to her knees.

" You fucking WHORE" she yelled. " Who the hell do you think you are fucking my boyfriend?"

" Please Kris, don’t….I don’t what you’re talking about, I……"

" Don’t you lie to me, you god dammed slut" screamed Kris. " Don’t even try to fill me full of your shit. You’re gonna pay for this, you fucking whore."

With that, Kris looked over to the two guys she had been talking to. " Hold her down" she ordered.

As the two guys grabbed Shannon, Brian the bartender, causally walked over to the door, flipped the closed sign and locked the door behind him. He knew what was coming next.

Shannon struggled as the men held her arms and legs, while Kris stood over her watching the whole thing. Then, Kris knelt down between Shannon’s legs, and reached under her skirt and yanked down her panties.

" Ow" Shannon yelped. " What are you doing?"

" Well, you like getting fucked so much I thought I’d help you out some" . She replied. Then Kris walked over to the pool tables and grabbed a cue stick from the rack.

" This will do" she said with a sick smile on her face.

" Please no" pleaded Shannon. She knew what Kris had in mind, and tried her best to talk her out it.

" Come on, Kris, this is crazy. I promise I’ll never see him again" she cried.

" Oh, then you admit fucking Greg, huh?" said Kris.

" It only happened once" explained Shannon, lying through her teeth.

" You keep lying to me you fucking bitch, and it will only get worse" yelled Kris. " Greg told me all about your little affair." Oh course, the only proof she had was the note, but Kris didn’t let Shannon that.

" Hold her legs apart" she ordered the two men that held Shannon’s legs. " I’m going to fuck this little bitch, just like Greg did"

With that, Kris spat on the fat end of the pool cue, and pushed it up against Shannon’s pussy. " Here it comes, you fucking slut" .

As Kris jammed the pool cue up Shannon’s pussy, she cried out in pain.

" Owww shit, please stop it…stop it, it hurts" she cried.

" Fuck you whore" Kris yelled, as she started pumping the wooden stick up Shannon’s pussy hole. " Need some more lubrication?" she asked, then she spit again on Shannon’s blond haired cunt.

" Oh god, please don’t do this" she cried, still trying in vain to escape the men’s tight hold on her.

" I’m just warming you up Shannon, …when I’m done fucking you, these guys are next" she laughed.

" Oh ya" the two men laughed. They knew that they were included in Kris’ plans, but were pleased to hear it again.

Shannon’s mind raced, she didn’t know what to do as Kris continued her assault on her poor helpless pussy. After a few minutes, Shannon’s body started making some moisture of its own, reducing the pain between her outstretched legs.

Just then, the man that held Shannon’s arms turned around and sat on her chest and started unbuttoning his pants.

" Oh fuck" thought Shannon, as she watched him pull his fat cock out, and start jacking off, just inches from her face.

" No, not yet" ordered Kris. " Let her suck on this first" she said, pulling the pool cue from Shannon’s pussy, and sticking it in her mouth.

Shannon had never tasted her own juices before, and thought of being watched as she was forced to do so, made her very uncomfortable. " Ugh, ugh" she gagged as Kris stuck the wooden pool cue deep down her throat, making her gag on it.

As Kris held Shannon’s head down by forcing the stick down her throat, the two men decided it was time for their fun. The man sitting on her chest slid down slightly, and ripped open her blouse, and unfastened her lacy white bra, exposing Shannon’s rather large, sloping tits.

" Oh ya" he commented, as he touched her fat puffy pink nipples. " I like these kind of tits. I’m gonna cum all over them" he said with a smile.

At the same time, the other man looked over at Brian and asked " Are you gonna give me a hand, or what?"

" Sure, why not" replied Brian.

" Then get some rope so we can tie this bitch up" said the man.

After getting some twine from the storage room, Brian returned. Then, while the other guy held her legs, Brian tied them spread eagle to some bar stools. Afterwards, they flipped a coin to decide which one could have his turn with young Shannon first. The stranger won the toss.

" Ya ho" he exclaimed. " I’m gonna fuck this bitch good" he yelled. With that, he quickly pulled off his pants, and knelt down between Shannon’s widely spread legs.

With the other man sitting on her chest, she couldn’t see what was going on, but could feel him rubbing his cock up and down on her pussy, getting ready to take her.

" Here it comes baby" , he warned. " I’m gonna fuck you now" .

Shannon winced as the man forced his manhood into her now dry pussy. But it didn’t take long for her get wet again, and soon he was pounding into her harder and harder.

Kris had pulled the stick out of Shannon’s throat, but still kept it in her mouth far enough that she couldn’t lift her head without choking on it. As she laid there, she could do nothing but watch, as the man sitting on her chest jacked off, while staring at her ample breasts.

" I think I’m gonna cum" he groaned, as his hand jacked his cock off faster and faster with each passing second.

Shannon could see the pre-cum oozing from his cock head, and knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Suddenly, the man slid up her body, and aimed his cock at the base of the pool cue that was placed firmly in her mouth.

" Oh god" thought Shannon, he’s going to cum in my mouth. Knowing there was nothing she could do about it, she just closed her eyes and waited. Seconds later, she heard the man moaning.

" Oh, oh, oh……Yaaaaaa" he moaned, then Shannon felt his warm cum splash across her face, and lips. Then she tasted his salty sperm as it ran down the stick that was in her mouth. Shannon tried not to swallow the slimy semen, but in the position she was in, she was forced her to taste every drop that made its way into her open mouth.

The man that was brutally raping Shannon’s cunt was nearing his orgasm too. She could sense his urgency as it neared, and soon he was into his short strokes - his cockhead barely remained in her hole as he pumped faster and faster.

" Oh fuck" he hollered, as he jammed his cock, balls deep into Shannon’s pussy. " I’m cumming in you bitch, I’m fucking cumming in your cunt" he yelled at Shannon. " Can you feel it?"

Shannon didn’t say a word as the man pumped his cum into her. She just laid there on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, trying not to look at Kris.

" My turn, now get off" said the Brian, the bartender.

" Please no, please Brian, not you" Shannon begged.

" Hey, I can’t help it Shannon… you just look so fuckable right now" he said laughing.

Shannon had known Brian for over a year. He seemed to be a pretty nice guy, and so she was really surprised when he helped Kris with her plan of revenge. She never thought he’d join in on the rape like this.

" What the fuck did you think I was, some kind of fag? You really didn’t think I was going to watch these guys fuck you without getting a little pussy myself, did ya?" he said smiling down at her.

Shannon’s eyes widened as she noticed his cock in his hand. It was bigger than she had seen before, except in porno movies of course. It must have been at least ten-inches long, and as thick as her wrist. The head was round and purple, and his plum-sized balls hung below his cock in their hairy sack.

" Give it to her good" said Kris. " Fuck the little bitch like a whore" .

Shannon looked up at Kris helplessly, pleading with her eyes. Looking back, Kris removed the pool stick from Shannon’s mouth completely, and smiled down at her. Then she repeated the order. " Fuck the little bitch like a whore" she said smiling.

Brian grabbed Shannon’s waist, and slid her toward him. " You’ll need to pull your knees up so I can fit my cock in your little cunt Shannon" he advised her, with a smile on his face.

Brian was right, her pussy was much to tight for him in the position she had been in before. With that, Brian grabbed his cock at the base, and pointed it at Shannon’s pussy hole.

" Ready?" he asked.

" Quit fucking around and dick this bitch" yelled Kris.

" Alright, alright" replied Brian.

Without wasting any more time, Brian pushed his huge cock up Shannon’s cunt with a slow deliberate motion.

" Uhhhhh" Shannon moaned quietly, as his big meat filled her pussy.

" Oooohhhh yaaaa, she’s tight" commented Brian. " How’s it feel, honey?" he asked.

" Fuck you Brian, ….you bastard, ….you fucking bastard" cried Shannon.

" Uh, uh, uh" Brian groaned as he started pumping his cock into Shannon’s tight cunt.

" Don’t blame him, you fucking tramp" yelled Kris. " If weren’t screwing everyone else’s guys, you wouldn’t be here right now" .

After a few minutes of pumping into Shannon’s pussy, Brian could feel he was close to cumming. So just to add a little insult, he decided to announce it like the others had done before him.

" I’m gonna cum in you….I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum Shannon" he warned.

" Wait, I want her to lick me when you’re cumming" said Kris.

" Well, you better hurry then, ’cause I’m pretty close" replied Brian.

" Oh god" she thought. Shannon had never expected Kris to be Bi-sexual, and she herself had never slept with a woman before. " Please don’t Kris" she begged.

" Fuck you, slut" she said, as she turned and lifted her skirt, exposing her panty covered cunt for all to see.

" Nice mound" said one guy.

" Hey, if she won’t lick it, I will" said the other stranger.

With that, Kris pulled her panties off and handed them to one of the guys. Then she stood over Shannon, and squatted on her face. As she lowered her cunt over Shannon’s mouth, she ordered Shannon to lick her.

" Eat my pussy, you slut. And if you don’t make me cum, these guys get to take you with them when they leave" she warned Shannon.

Shannon had no idea if she was bluffing or not, but couldn’t take a chance on it, so she decided to do her best to please her. As Kris’ pussy touched her lips, Shannon stuck her tongue out as far as she could, and pushed it up Kris’ slit.

" Ya, you know what to do, you whore. Now lick me good, you slut" she ordered.

Shannon licked and sucked Kris as best as she could, making every attempt to get Kris off as fast as possible. Soon, Kris’ pussy was very getting very wet, and she began moaning.

" Oh ya, suck my pussy…..eat me….eat me, you stupid cunt" she moaned.

" Aw ya, I’m gonna cum…..ooooohhhhh yaaaaaa" groaned Brian.

With the distraction of Kris grinding her pussy mound on her face, Shannon had all but forgotten about Brian’s fat cock fucking her tight pussy.

" Keep licking, you little bitch" ordered Kris, as she mashed her sopping wet cunt down on Shannon’s face. " Make me cum, you slut" .

Shannon was licking Kris’s pussy as fast and hard as she could. In fact, secretly she was actually starting to enjoy eating the woman that had been gang raping her. With Brian’s big cock pumping faster and faster into her, she started to cum herself.

" Uhmmm, ummmm" she moaned quietly, while tonguing Kris’s dripping pussy like a true closet lesbian.

Suddenly, her concentration was broken as Brian began flooding her cunt with globs of warm sperm.

" Oooohhhh yaaaaa" he moaned loudly as his cum shot deeply into Shannon’s cunt.

As the pearly white semen oozed from her well stuffed hole, Brian’s cock was still pumping the last jets of his spunk into her gooey cunt, and she could feel it seeping between her ass cheeks.

" Fuck ya" Brian groaned as his slimy cock slipped from Shannon’s cum-slick pussy hole.

Just then, Kris started having an orgasm of her own.

" Oooohhhhh, ooohhhhhh yaaaaaa" she howled as her body shook and trembled. Her pussy juices gushed from her slit, and covered Shannon’s mouth and chin.

After her orgasm subsided, she patted Shannon on the cheek, and climbed off of her face.

" Show’s over boys" laughed Kris, " It’s time to…..

" Someone’s coming" one of the men announced in a panic, while looking out the window.

Kris knew that it was Greg. They couple had switched vehicles that morning, and she could recognize the sound of her Mustang GT anywhere.

" Stay there, Bitch" she ordered Shannon, still lying on the floor with her blouse ripped open, and her skirt pulled up above her waist.

Kris, and the three men rushed over and stood my the door, waiting for Greg to enter.

" Oh shit, it’s locked" whispered Brian, as he fumbled with his keys trying to quickly unlock the door before Greg noticed it. Just as he turned the key, Greg opened the door, and stepped into the entrance.

" What the…." Greg started to say, then ran over to where Shannon was lying. " What happened to you?" he asked in a panic, then noticed her sperm covered pussy mound, and wet face.

" Did someone rape you?" he asked, bending over to comfort her.

" Ya, we did" Kris called out from behind him. " Your little FUCKING tramp girlfriend got just what she deserved"

Greg spun around, and saw Kris and the other three men standing at her side like body guards.

" What the hell is going on her?" he asked.

" I just told you, ASSHOLE. I know what’s going between you two, and now it’s my turn to have some fun." Said Kris.

Greg looked down at Shannon, and asked " Are you okay?"

" Don’t worry about her, dickhead. It’s me you should be worried about" remarked Kris. The way she ate my pussy a few minutes ago, makes me think she might just want to be my girlfriend now" she said laughing. " Now, since she’s all warmed up and ready, why don’t you just fuck her, while we watch" .

" You’re fucking crazy, Kris" Greg said as he started to help Shannon up off the floor.

" Crazy,…. ya maybe I am, but I still want you to fuck her" Kris said, as she pulled out the shotgun from behind the bar’s counter.

" Whoa, wait a minute" yelled Brian. " This is getting’ outta hand" he said moving away from Kris and the two other men.

" Take off your pants, and get busy with your little fucking tramp girlfriend" ordered Kris.

Greg and the others realized that this chick had completely lost it, and with a loaded shotgun in her hands, she was definitely in control.

Not wanting to get shot, Greg did as he was told. After stripping off his jeans and underwear, he knelt down next to Shannon.

" I said fuck her, and I meant it" yelled Kris, pointing the gun him.

" Oh god" , Greg whispered to Shannon, " I don’t know if I can do this with a fucking gun pointed at me"

" Just relax, Baby" whispered Shannon, as she laid back down, and offered herself to him.

" Can you just untie the ropes?" Greg asked.

" Go ahead,…. do it" Kris told one of the men.

It didn’t take Greg long to get his cock hard. There was something about Shannon that turned him on, and having the pressure of an audience and even a gun pointed at him wasn’t enough to stop him from getting an erection.

" Stick it in" Shannon whispered, " Fuck me before this crazy bitch kills us both" .

" Stop whispering, and start fucking!" yelled Kris.

Soon, Greg was pumping his cock into Shannon like they were alone on a deserted island. Shannon had wrapped her long legs around his butt, and he was stuffing his meat into her cunt like never before.

" Oh ya, fuck her good" cheered Kris. " But don’t you cum in her" she ordered.

Everyone in the room wondered what was going through Kris’ sick mind right then, but no one dared to ask.

As the couple continued fucking each other, Kris stood over them and watched intently. With one hand on the shotgun, and the other between her legs, she fingered her pussy and licked her lips as she stared at them going at it like two animals.

Greg was panting loudly as his orgasm neared. " Oh shit, I’m gonna cum" he warned Kris.

Suddenly, Kris dropped the shotgun, and fell to her knees. Sticking her head between the couple, she forced her way down under Greg and was reaching for his cock with her hands.

" Cum in my mouth baby" she cried. " I want to taste your cum" .

Greg’s was so close to cumming, he no longer cared who he came in, or where his cum ended-up, he just wanted to shoot his load.

" Oh fuck, uuuhhhhh ya" he grunted, as his first shot of semen rushed from his balls and into his cock. " Ughhhh ya" he moaned again, as the milky white cum flew from his cockhead like a pearly liquid rope, landing across Shannon’s stomach, and chest. The next shot squirted right into Kris’ mouth as her lips found his twitching hard-on like a hungry beast.

" Ummmmm, ummmm" Kris moaned, as Greg’s warm cum continued to fill her wide-open mouth.

As Greg milked his cum load into Kris’ mouth, Shannon just laid there and watched the back of Kris’ head bob up and down on Greg’s cock, sucking him dry. After, she finished draining his balls, Kris licked the head of Greg’s cock, then turned and smiled back at Shannon.

" Sorry, I didn’t save any for you. Maybe next time, huh?" said Kris.

Kris then stood up, straightened her clothes, and fluffed her hair in the mirror on the wall. Then she simply walked over to the two strangers and kissed them on the cheek, and thanked them for the help.

" Sure, no problem" they said, as they causally left the bar with her.

Shannon, Greg and Brian just stood there in shock. They thought about calling the police, but figured the story was just so weird, nobody would believe them.

The End

Story by The Falcon

It was a warm summer evening in August. The sky was clear, and the stars were shining brightly. The evening was going just as planned for Craig Jamison and his daughter Nikki who were out on a Father and Daughter night out, as they did every so often. Craig started this tradition many years ago in an attempt to stay close to Nikki. Both him and his wife Trisha had made a promise to each other, even before Nikki was born, that the two of them would do everything they could to keep their family as close as possible. And since Craig spent a good deal of time out of town on business, he wanted to make-up for lost time whenever he could work it into his busy schedule.

At 39 years of age, Craig looked very good for a mature, middle age man. He was trim and fit, with almost no gray in his dark brown hair. His wife Trisha was a pretty lady of the same age as her beloved husband. She always made sure Craig dressed fairly trendy when he went out with his young daughter, and tonight was no exception.

Their daughter Nikki was 17 years old, and an only child. She got her good looks from her Mother. She had a beautiful face. Her hair was as Black as coal, and she wore it short, well above her shoulders. The way her dark hair contrasted with her fair skin and light blue eyes gave her a stunning look. Her unusual look is probably why she seemed to be attracted to the Gothic lifestyle kids at school. Once she went into high school, she started dressing like them too. Almost every item of clothing she owned was black, and the only make-up she wore was dark collared lipstick, blue eye shadow and thick black mascara. Craig and Trisha knew that she was good kid and trusted her judgement, so they didn’t object to the way she dressed. They also gave Nikki a fairly long leash, if you will. In short, they were pretty cool parents.

On this particular evening Craig and his daughter decided to go out to dinner, then to a concert. Since they always shared on making the plans, Craig had chosen the restaurant this time, and Nikki picked the concert. She was lucky enough to get tickets to see a local punk-rock band called the Screaming Lizards that night. The band was selling out every night, but she managed to score a pair of tickets from a close friend.

As he often did, Craig had his wife help him dress for the evening out with his teenage daughter. He wanted to fit into the crowd, so Nikki wouldn’t be embarrassed by hanging around with him. He even wore gel in his hair, and spiked it up slightly. He was a pretty cool Dad.

As Craig and his wife sat in the living room talking, Nikki was up in her bedroom getting ready for the evening. After getting out of the shower, she slipped into a pair of skimpy little red satin panties, and a matching bra. Her proportionately large breasts accentuated her hourglass figure. Nikki didn’t have your typical thin body that is popular today in the fashion world. She looked more like the models of the 1940’s and 1950’s era. Her breasts were big and round. At nearly 29-inches her waist wasn’t exactly small, but she had a sexy stomach and a pierced belly button. Extending from her slightly wide hips, were an amazing pair of legs. A little thick, but nicely shaped. Next, she stepped into a pair of black thigh-high stockings. After admiring herself in the full length mirror for a moment, she put on a tight fitting Blood Red tee-shirt made of a shiny spandex type material. It was cut low in the front, and showed a great deal of the ample cleavage of her 36C tits. She then pulled up her favourite skirt. It was black, of course and was as short as she could get away with without actually showing her ass cheeks when she walked. She really liked the way it fit - tight at the waist, but slightly loose at the back, letting her jutting ass stick out from behind her. After dressing, she put on her black leather ankle high boots, and a wrapped a red silk scarf around her left wrist.

" Come on Nikki, it’s time to go" Craig yelled, as he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

" Alright, I’m coming Daddy" replied Nikki, as she closed her bedroom door behind her.

As she started down the stairs of their modest home, Craig let out quite moan to himself as he first saw her. When she reached the landing on the stairway, she stopped and asked her dad how she looked.

" You look fabulous Hunny" he replied. As he stood there looking up at his daughter, his eyes wondered up and down her figure. He always loved her legs, and the way those stockings hugged her thighs was amazing. As his eyes moved upwards, he quickly noticed her panty covered ass as she turned to show him the rest. The outfit that she had chosen that evening oozed sex! His mind wandered for a moment as he stood there looking up at his daughters nice round butt peaking out from under her skirt.

" Come on - you two better get going" his wife Trisha yelled from the other room - instantly bringing Craig back to reality.

You see, Craig had always had an attraction to his daughter. Not the normal healthy one most fathers have - his was much deeper and sicker than that. By the time she reached puberty, Craig wanted her badly. He found himself constantly lusting after her, and dreamt of incest regularly. It started she was eleven or twelve, when her flat chest started budding those small cone shaped breasts, and her little ass started taking shape. Many times he would touch her breasts acting like it was a innocent brush, but his cock would have told his true feelings if anyone had noticed. He was smart enough to know that if had actually acted on his thoughts of fucking her, he would end up in jail, and surely destroy his marriage. As things were now, it wasn’t as obvious as when he was touching her in those ways, but the feelings were still there. When they hugged, he would hold her a little tighter, and a little longer than most parents did. When she walked around the house in her robe, his eyes followed her closely, hoping for a glimpse of her naked body underneath. Sometimes he would rummage through her drawers or dirty clothes hamper when nobody was home, just to fondle or smell her underwear. But even though he hadn’t acted on his desire to fuck his young daughter, the thought of doing so ran through his sick mind often.

The evening seemed to be going well, dinner was great and the concert was as wild as he’s ever seen. Nikki was having a great time, and made sure her father was having fun too. After the concert let out, the two of them sat outside in the courtyard and talked for awhile.

" Well, I suppose we better get going, huh?" Craig said to his daughter, as he looked down at his watch. It was after mid-night, and the place was nearly deserted.

" Ya, I guess so…..Mom’s gonna start to worry" she replied.

As the two got up, and started walking towards the parking structure, neither one noticed the four guys that had been watched them from across the yard. " Come on, let’s follow them" said Bret, nudging one of his buddies in the arm.

" That fucking bitch is HOT!" Exclaimed one of the others.

" No shit, let’s check her out a little closer" replied Don, as they started walking towards the unsuspecting couple. From this distance, the boys had no idea it was a father and his daughter, but it didn’t really matter to them either.

Craig opened the metal door to the parking structure stairwell, and followed Nikki up the stairs, staying just two or three steps behind her. He could have caught up with her, but he really liked the view from where he was, just inches behind her as her ass cheeks jiggled in front of his face. At one point he even raised his hand, and almost grabbed her butt before catching himself. As they reached the first landing, they heard the clacking sound of the door behind them open, and could see two of the young men step into the stairwell. As the two young men quickly passed them on the stairs, Nikki glanced over and smiled at the taller of the two boys. Then the door opened again, and the other two guys entered the stairwell and closed the door with a loud boom.

Still not thinking too much about it, Craig and Nikki continued up the stairs, towards the third level of the lonely parking garage. The sound of the two boys joking and laughing behind them, drowned out the sound of the other guys as they locked the exit doors as they passed by them. When Craig and Nikki turned the corner at the top of the stairs, they were surprised to see Bret and his buddy Don standing there blocking the door.

" Excuse us" said Craig, as he motioned the boys to step aside.

Just then, Don pulled a six-inch knife out of his pocket, and waved it towards his face. " Back off asshole" he warned.

" Whoo….hey, we don’t want any trouble you guys" Craig said, as he stepped in between his daughter and the two young men. Just then Craig heard the sound of footsteps behind him - it was the two other boys moving in close behind them. Without saying a word, the boy named Brad stepped up behind his daughter and slipped his hand under her skirt and grabbed her ass.

" Stop it asshole" Nikki barked, as she spun around and slapped his hand away.

Before Craig could react, the other guy grabbed him from behind in a choke hold, and forced him to the ground. Just as quickly, the other boys had Nikki - one stood behind her, and the others grabbed her legs and sat her down on the cold steps of the stairwell. Her short skirt was pulled up nearly to her waist, and her legs slightly spread gave the boys the view they wanted.

" Fuck ya,…..look at that shit" Kurt said, as he stared at her black thigh-high stockings on her firm muscular thighs. One of them had ripped in the struggle, just above her knee. She really looked like a tramp sitting there with her ripped stockings and shiny red panties stretched tightly over her pussy. You could see the lips of her cunt as they pushed against the tight fabric. The smooth white flesh of her inner thighs nicely framed her cunt mound. For a brief moment the hall was quite as the boys stared silently at the young girl sitting on the floor before them.

Time almost stood still as the boys held her there, trying to figure out what to do next. Craig stared at his daughters panty covered crotch just a few feet away. He knew right then that they were planning to rape his daughter, and his emotions were in a quandary. As a father, no, as a human being he knew he should try to stop the horrible crime that was about to take place before his eyes. But the lust that he had felt for her all these years made him struggle with himself. He may never be able to have his daughter himself, but certainly he could live it out through others as they had their way with her. " There’s no crime in that - right" ? He thought to himself.

" Daddy, HELP ME" cried Nikki, as the boys brutally yanked off her top and ripped her bra straps, exposing her full heavy boobs. The cool air in the stairwell, quickly had her nipples standing erect in the centre of her large pink areolas.

Craig watched the goings on helplessly as Kurt held the knife tightly to his neck. His eyes fixed on his daughters ample breasts as the guys stripped her in front of him. In seconds, she was bare-ass naked, except her torn black stockings. Craig looked on intently as they threw his daughters panties in the air, almost in celebration of their accomplishment so far. He hadn’t seen her completely naked in years. To his surprise, she was shaved as bald as she was when she was a little girl. Memories of touching her young cunt raced through his mind once again. His now hard cock twitched in his pants. Her smooth young pussy mound begged him to reach out and touch it, but he knew he couldn’t.

Don quickly moved in between her legs, and held his cock at the entrance of Nikki’s vagina. Preparing to give her a good fucking, he spat on his cock, and smeared his saliva over his cock head, and along the length of his shaft. With one push his cock was buried in Nikki’s cunt.

" Ohhhhh yeaaaaa" he moaned as he started pumping it into her tight hole.

" P-please STOP…..Daddy, please make them s-stop" she cried out.

Nikki wasn’t a virgin, but she also wasn’t the type to sleep around either. She had sex a few times with her former boyfriend, but they had always used a condom when they had intercourse.

Craig was watching so intently, he didn’t even hear her his daughters cries. As he sat there with that knife at his throat, he just stared as the boy pounded his daughters teenage pussy - secretly wishing it was his cock in her, and not the boys.

As the young man continued fucking her pussy, Nikki pleading with him not to ejaculate in her, but he didn’t care. After a couple minutes, Don lost control. " O-Ooooohhhh Goddddddd" he groaned, as he started cumming in Nikki, right in front of her father. He pumped every drop of cum into her cunt that he had - and wished there was more. After he finished, he slipped his cock from her gooey pussy, and stood up.

Unknowing to everyone there, that was the worst torture of all for Craig. Even though he knew Nikki had lost her virginity a year ago, he had always hoped to be her first partner. It was his cum that was to be the first to coat Nikki’s womb, not some strangers, or even her future husbands for that matter. " Damn-it" he thought to himself.

Next it was Bret’s turn. As soon as Don was out of his way, he quickly dropped his jeans, stepped out of his under shorts and mounted Nikki. Grabbing his six-inch cock at the base, he guided it towards her now gapping wet cunt. Being soaked with the cum from Don, Bret’s cock slipped in with ease.

Nikki’s sprit was completely broken. She no longer resisted the boys as they held her while Bret raped her. Looking up, she saw her father standing there watching her. " Why Daddy….why?" she asked, as Bret was grunting and groaning as he continued screwing the girl in front of his friends.

Craig didn’t say a word. He just looked down at his beautiful daughter with lust in his eyes as he watched her luscious boobs bounce every time Bret thrust his cock deep into her juicy wet pussy. The gushing sound caused by his boner squishing into her cum filled cunt filled the stairway as he pumped away at the young girls fuck hole.

After a few minutes, Bret started to ejaculate in Nikki. Ooooohhhhh…..yeaaaaaaa" he groaned as the first shot of his semen squirted into her. Again and again his cock pulsed, sending his warm slimy spunk into Nikki’s already gooey hole. His arms trembled as he filled her with his cum. Then after he caught his breath, his limp cock slipped out of her pussy. Nikki felt the warm fluid ooze out from her vagina, and down between her legs and into the crack of her ass.

" Who’s next?" he said, with a fulfilled smile on his face.

" Let me have her" said Craig.

Everyone’s head, including Nikki’s, spun around towards Craig, and glared at him with shocked expressions on their faces. The look on Nikki’s face was priceless. At first everyone thought it was some kind of sick joke, until he spoke again.

" Hey…. she’s my daughter, and I want a turn at her too" he said, in a serious tone.

" You’re fucking shitting me?" replied Kurt.

" No….really. I want to fuck her too - bad" he said, as he looked at the boys that had just raped his young daughter.

Looking down at Craig’s crotch, Don laughed. " Look, he isn’t kidding" he said, pointing to Craig’s obvious erection. It was straining against his jeans like a monster trying to get out.

" Fuck it" said Brad, " Let’s let him….besides, how can he help bust us if he does her too?"

" He’s right" said Don " Let him go man" he ordered Kurt, still holding the knife to Craig’s throat.

Looking up at her father, Nikki was in shock. This couldn’t be real - it couldn’t be happening to her. Her own father wouldn’t, and couldn’t rape her, she thought to herself. But as she looked over at him with his bulging cock clearly visible through his pants, the reality began to set in. As soon as Kurt dropped the knife from his throat, Craig reached down, and unzipped his pants, releasing his cock from it’s tight, closed in space.

" I’m sorry Hunny" he said to his daughter, as Craig dropped his pants to the floor. " I’ve always wanted to fuck you baby. I’m really sorry" .

" No Daddy, p-please…..you can’t do this. I love you Daddy" she cried, pleading with her eyes, and shaking her head slowly from side to side. Nikki couldn’t believe this was happening.

As Craig knelt down between his daughters outstretched legs, Nikki tried to squirm out of her captives hold, but the three young men were holding too tightly. Craig guided his eight-inch cock up to the opening of his daughters sloppy, cum-filled pussy. Without saying a word, pushed it into her.

" NO DADDY, NO….You can’t do this….DADDY…..N-NOOOoooooowwww" she cried out as her fathers hot cock filled her vagina with its massive girth and length. " Oh my GOD….NO-O-O-Oooooooo" She sobbed loudly.

" Hell ya" Kurt said, as he watched the man begin to fuck his young daughter. He and the other boys couldn’t believe their eyes seeing him between her legs, fucking her like it was his wife, not his own flesh and blood.

The passion he felt for her at that very moment was beyond explanation. Wrapping his arms around her, Craig looked into his daughters eyes, and before she could turn away, he placed his lips over hers, and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. Nikki was in shock - she still didn’t fully comprehend what was going on.

" Can you believe this guy?" Kurt said to Brad, as he watched the couple intently.

" Unbelievable" was all Brad could say.

" Oh Hunny…oooohhhhh God…..OOOOHHHH BABY" Craig moaned as he pumped his meat into his daughters tight pussy. Faster and faster her pistoned into her - knowing that he would soon be blowing his wad in his little girls bald cunt. Mashing his mouth over hers again, he snaked his tongue around hers as he started to cum.

Twisting her head away from her Father, Nikki cried out " NO….NO, PLEASE DADDY….STOP….DON’T CUM IN MEEeeeeee" , as she felt his body spasm, and his cock twitching inside her vagina. " Oooooohhhh God, n-nooooooo…NOOOOOoooo" she sobbed, knowing that her own father was ejaculating inside her.

As Craig pumped the last load of sperm he had into his teenage daughter, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and told her that he loved her. Nikki just turned her head away, and cried softly.

" Alright, who’s up next?" Don said asked.

" I am" called out Kurt. " Roll her over….I want to fuck this bitch in the ass" he said, looking over at Craig to see what his reaction would be.

" Go ahead partner…..but remember, she’s my daughter so be gentle" he said with a reassuring smile on his face.

" This dude is cool" said Don, as he nudged Bret in the shoulder and smiled.

Almost like a rag doll, Nikki let the boys position her on her knees. She was off in another world. Craig bent over and dropped to his knees next to his daughter, then turned so he was facing towards her now bent-over ass. Reaching around he placed a hand on each of her plump ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her anus. Eager to get his cock in Nikki’s butt hole, Kurt pushed it up to her tight brown hole and grunted, trying to shove it in.

" Hold on there cowboy" said Craig. " You aren’t gonna get it in that way" he warned. " Here, let me help ya" he said, as he stuck two fingers up his young daughters slime filled cunt and carefully scooped out a glob of semen. As he smeared the slippery goo over her asshole, he told the boy to dip his cock into his daughters cunt to lube it up first. Then Craig pushed his cum covered finger up his daughters virgin ass to loosen it up, preparing it for the invasion that was about to take place.

Craig watched closely as the young man carefully pushed his seven-inch cock into his daughters butt hole. With his face only inches from her ass, Craig smiled as the boys purple head pushed into her, spreading her once puckered asshole until it slipped in beyond her sphincter muscle. Craig’s expression changed from a smile, to a lust-filled gaze as he watched the boys veined shaft slipping deeper and deeper into his daughter until he was buried balls deep in her bowels. Nikki made no real attempt to escape the invading organ that filled her colon. The only sound she made was a deep moaning cry as it burned deep inside her like fire. She hoped the pain would end, but it didn’t.

" Okay, now take it easy" said Craig. " Go real slow or you’ll ripe her inside" he warned.

" Oh my fucking God this feels good" moaned Kurt, as he slowly started pumping his cock into Nikki’s extremely tight anus. He had never done a girl in the ass before, so this was a new experience for him. After a few pumps in the girls ass, her body started secreting it’s natural lubricant making it easier for him to fuck her this way. Pretty soon he was fucking her ass like it was a pussy. Nikki grunted and groaned has he pounded into her repeatedly. Within minutes Kurt felt that familiar feeling in his balls - he knew that he was ready to cum soon. As he picked-up his pace, the others knew that he was about to blow his wad in the girls ass.

" Pull out, pull out" Craig said in a hurried voice. " Don’t cum in her ass!"

Kurt really wanted to cum in her bad, but he restrained. Pulling his throbbing cock out of Nikki’s asshole at the last possible second, his cock shot a huge glob of cum across her back and landed clear up on her right shoulder blade. The second blast hit her square in her plump round ass. The third and final load splashed onto the back of her leg, and slowly dripped down her thigh, soaking into the fabric of her black stockings. Kurt wiped the remaining cum from his cock onto Nikki’s leg, leaving a shiny patch of clear spunk on her nylon clad thigh.

As quickly as Kurt stood up, Brad was ready for his turn at the poor girl. Reaching down between her legs, he grabbed her right knee and pulled it over her left one, twisting Nikki onto her back with a thud. Staring at the light above, she didn’t move as Brad pushed his straining erection into her sloppy pussy. There was so much cum inside her, it oozed out as his cock displaced it in her once tight hole. Brad was so fucking horny from watching all this action, he only lasted a couple minutes before loosing control, and shooting his load into Nikki’s pussy.

" Come on…let’s get out of here" said Bret, motioning to the others. As they all ran down the stairwell of the deserted parking structure, Craig had a disappointed look on his face. He wanted more, and decided to take advantage of the situation.

" Come on Baby….get up on your knees" he said to his daughter, patting her on the thigh. Nikki didn’t say a word as she complied with her fathers request. Knowing full well what he had planned to do, she slowly got up and onto her knees before him. Reaching out, Craig placed his hands on Nikki’s plump round ass and spread her cheeks. There before him was his young daughters puckered asshole covered with the cum that had dripped out of her pussy from the repeated fucking she had just had.

Craig placed his massive erection up against his daughters anus, and pushed it in. Still being coated with the lubricant from the last fucking she had there, it went in rather easy. " Ohhhhhh Nikki…..I love you baby" he moaned, as he pushed his cock into his daughters tight asshole. " You do know that, don’t you?"

" Yes D-daddy…..I la-la-love you too" whimpered Nikki, as he father started fucking her ass.

" Oh Hunny, I’ve wanted you for so long" Craig said to his daughter. Reaching around, he gently grabbed her breasts as they hung from her chest below her. Kneading and squeezing them, and sometimes stopping to rub her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he pumped his cock into Nikki’s hot tight ass. He was no longer raping his daughter, he was making love to her. Bending over, he nuzzled his face into the back of her neck and kissed her. The smell of her sweet perfume filled his nostrils.

With Nikki’s tight asshole gripping his cock like a fist, Craig was soon ready to cum once again. Pushing his big hard cock fully up his daughters ass caused her to wince in pain. The contraction around his shaft was all that was needed to send him over the edge. His cock twitched once, then again as the first load of cum to enter Nikki’s ass came from her own fathers balls.

" O-O-Ooooooohhhhhhh" Craig groaned deeply as he unloaded his sperm deep into Nikki’s ass.

As she knelt in front of her father, with his cock deep in her ass, she could feel his steely hard shaft pulsing in her anus as he pumped his seed into her bowels. The warm rush of her fathers life creating fluids oozing deep into her body sickened her. How could her own father do such a thing, she wondered. Nikki loved her father very much, but at this moment all she could think about was how bad she wanted to hurt him. She was also beginning to realize what had been going on in his mind for all these years. The lustful gazes, the touching, the times she had caught him looking down her blouse while leaning over her shoulder when she was doing her homework. It all came together at that moment. As his cock softened, and finally slipped out, Nikki turned around and looked back towards her father. His eyes were fixed on her slightly gapping asshole as his cum seeped out of it. With a look of utter content on his face, Craig silently reached down and picked-up his undershirt off the stairs and began wiping the cum from Nikki’s body. She had the cum from all four of the young men, and her father all over her back, her crotch and between her legs. After he finished cleaning up his daughter, and himself, he helped her up, and led her to the car. They didn’t say a word to one another all the way home.

It was nearly 2:30 in the morning when they pulled up into the driveway. As they walked up to the front door Craig put his arm around Nikki. " Honey…. you aren’t gonna tell your mom….are you? He said in way that was clearly meant as an order, not a question.

" No Daddy….this is strictly between us" she said, as she walked next to him, staring at the ground.

The two walked inside the dark house, just as the wall clock chimed on the half hour. Craig patted Nikki on the ass as she started up the stairs to go to her room. " Nikki" Craig whispered. " Your mom is going to breakfast tomorrow with her friend Patty…..we’ll talk about this in the morning"

Nikki just groaned, and nodded her head as she quietly climbed up the stairs to her bedroom.

Standing in the entry for a moment to reflect on the evening, Craig watched her as she climbed the stairs in front of him, with her ass peeking out from under her short skirt. After taking a deep breath he smiled and went upstairs to his bedroom.

Nikki was so tired, she climbed into bed without even removing her clothes. As she laid there in the darkness, she realized that this wasn’t going to be the last time her father was going to have his way with her. A single tear leaked from her eye, as Nikki fell off into a deep sleep.

" Hi Sweety….how was your evening?" his wife Trisha asked him in a sleepy voice.

" We had a great time….it’s really late…go to sleep" he said, as he turned off the light and climbed into the bed next to her.

Early the next morning Nikki was awakened by the sound of her mothers car pulling out of the garage. It was 6:48 a.m. For a moment she hoped that the memory of last night was nothing but a bad dream. But that hope was quickly shattered as her bedroom door opened. The light from the hallway beamed in brightly. It was difficult to see at first, but as her eyes focused, she could see the silhouette of her father standing in the doorway. He was naked, and his cock was standing as erect as it had been the night before.

" Oh God, nooooo" Nikki moaned quietly, as her father entered the room.

" Good Morning Honey….sleep good?" Craig asked.

" Daddy, please….not again" she begged.

" Come on Nikki…..it’ll be fun" Craig said, as he slid into the bed next to her. His daughters warm body felt inviting to him as he snuggled up tight to her. Nikki squirmed, trying to move away as her father’s hands started pulling and tugging at her blouse and skirt.

" NIKKI" he said in a stern voice " Stop it!"

Looking up at her father, Nikki knew he meant business. Although her parents had never struck her, she knew that at this moment her father was capable of almost anything. " Daddy….just….please…don’t hurt me" Nikki said, as she rolled over onto her back, and gave up her struggle.

" That’s better" Craig said, as he got up onto his knees next to her, and slipped her blouse off over her head. Bending over, her father began licking her breasts, and sucking on her nipples. " Oh baby….you’re so beautiful. I love you Nikki" Craig said, as he continued fondling and kneading her soft round boobs. After a few minutes of this, Craig stopped. Reaching down, he grabbed her skirt, and slowly slid it down her legs, stopping a couple times on the way to savor the moment as he ran his hands along her shapely legs and over the silky material of her panties.

Nikki wanted to detest everything that was happening right then, but for some reason it was starting to feel good. Nobody before had ever taken the time for such foreplay. Her last boyfriend was a get on, get off lover. He never really cared if Nikki was being satisfied. Her father on the other hand, was touching her in ways she had always dreamed of. His warm hands running across her breasts, and down her thighs sent tingles over her body. Despite the fact that it was her father doing this to her, she was starting to enjoy the attention she was getting. Her body was reacting to his touch. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and her breathing was becoming short and deep.

Craig knew it was time. Climbing on top of his daughter, he nuzzled his face into her neck, and started kissing her around the shoulders and just below her ears. Nikki was really responding now. Without even thinking, Nikki was actually starting to kiss back.

Craig was heaven. His young daughter was now his for the taking. No struggling, no fighting. It was just him and her. With one hand, he reached down and slid her panties down her legs, and off. Now, back on top of her, he felt his cock head at the entrance of her vagina. Without wasting any more time, he arched his back, and slid forward. His cock found its place between her damp pussy lips. Craig wrapped his arms under Nikki’s shoulders, and pulled her tightly against him, then pushed himself deep inside her hot hole. Nikki gasped as she felt her father’s cock slip into her, but at this moment she no longer cared whose cock it was, so as long as it continued to satisfy her sexual needs.

" Oh God Nikki" Craig groaned. " You’re so….oh, shit you feel good"

" Fuck me Daddy" Nikki cried out. " Just, FUCK ME" she wailed, as she spread her legs widely and ran her fingers through her fathers hair.

Sitting up slightly, Craig watched his cock as he pounding into Nikki’s hot, wet pussy. The sight of his shaft as it repeatedly dipped in and out of Nikki’s shaved pussy had Craig on the verge of cumming several times in the first few minutes. Looking down at his daughter’s ample breasts as they bounced each time he hammered into her. He desperately wanted this to last, but he was quickly loosing control.

" Oh…oooohhhhh….O-O-Oooohhhhh fuuuuck. Daddy,…I-I-I-I’m cum…cumming" Nikki moaned, as her orgasm swept over her. Her body shook and trembled as it did.

That was all Craig needed to send him over the edge. His balls tightened and his cock twitched as the first jet of semen shot from his cock, and into his daughters fuck hole. Again it twitched and pulsed as another load pumped into her cunt. As the next load came rushing up his shaft, Craig pulled his steely erection from her body and ejaculated, sending his pearly-white fluid across her pussy and stomach, with the largest glob landing in her belly-button. Then, milking the remaining sperm from his cock onto his daughters smoothly shaven cunt mound, Craig smiled contently.

Exhausted from the intense orgasm, and heated fucking she had just experienced, Nikki closed her eyes, and sighed. Her father rolled himself off of her, collapsing on the bed next to her. Soon after, the two of them drifted off into a deep sleep.

More than three hours had passed when Nikki woke up. Her father was no longer at her side. She could her voices coming from downstairs. It was her father and mother talking and laughing. As Nikki laid there on the bed, with her fathers dried cum still on her body, she began to cry. Over the last 12 hours she had been gang raped by four strangers, and by her own father. But, after what she had done this morning, she knew that she couldn’t tell anybody. She would have to live with this memory forever, and there was nothing she could do about it. She also realized that what had happened this morning between her and her father would undoubtedly happen again and again, whether she wanted it to or not.

Craig and his wife Trisha sat at the breakfast table drinking a cup of coffee when Nikki walked into the room.

" Nikki….what are doing?" Trisha asked in a startled voice. As she sat there looking wide-eyed at her daughter, Craig wondered what was going on. Spinning around in his chair to see what was going on, Craig face instantly went pale. Nikki was standing in the kitchen. She was naked, and the tears that had been streaming down her face had left black streaks down her cheeks from her eye makeup. Her left hand was tracing up and down the trail of dried sperm that her father had left on her stomach and pussy. In her right hand was Craig’s stainless steel 9mm handgun. Without saying a word, Nikki slowly raised the gun.

" Nikki….Don’t….NOOOooooo" her mother yelled, as her daughter turned the gun towards her own head, and slowly closed her bright blue eyes.

The End

Chapter 1

At a little after noon, the engine of the Miata began to sputter alarmingly. Suddenly, smoke began to billow from beneath the hood, and Nikki let out a high shriek. Something had happened! Maybe the radiator hose had broken. And here she was in the middle of West Texas, with nothing but desert for hundreds of miles!

Through the smoke, Nikki’s panicked gaze suddenly fixed on something about a hundred yards or so down the highway. It was a rest stop! Saying a quick prayer of thanks, she applied just the slightest pressure to the gas pedal, praying again the coughing little car would make it just the extra distance. "Come on, baby," she shouted over the sputtering of the engine.

Roughly twenty yards from the rest stop the Miata gave up the ghost. Nikki had already eased the little car onto the shoulder of the highway, and now there was nothing she could do but let the car roll to a sad stop.

Nikki sighed, and brushed a lock of her fine hair out of her eyes. Oh well, she was going to think positively on this trip if it killed her. At least she didn’t have far to walk to the rest stop. She could see her car from there easily–hell, she could see for a hundred miles in this country–and could flag down anyone who might come along.

It was a Sunday afternoon, which meant traffic would be light, and it was punishingly hot, nearly 100. But she had dressed for the weather, in a thin white cotton t-shirt and pink shorts, and she had a couple of bottles of Evian in a Playmate cooler. She could sit under one of the covered tables and just wait it out for a highway patrolman if she had to.

So, throwing her purse in the trunk, she locked the car and, carrying the cooler and a dog-eared paperback her roommate had loaned her, she made her way to the rest stop to await her saviors, whomever they might be.

She didn’t have long to wait.

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About fifteen minutes later, Nikki looked up from her novel to the sound of an engine. Walking to the shoulder of the highway, she saw what appeared to be a pickup truck coming her way. A few more minutes of waiting and squinting at the approaching vehicle confirmed the truth. It was indeed a pickup, old-looking and kind of beat-up, but with two passengers. Nikki immediately began waving both her long, tanned arms over her head. "HEEYYY! HEEEEEYYYY!"

The truck pulled into the rest stop with a crunching of gravel and two men got out of the cab. One was tall with shoulder length hair, and well muscled, and wearing an old baseball cap, jeans and a t-shirt with some heavy metal logo on them. His unlikely companion was black, about the other man’s height but extremely beefy. Nikki thought of Earl Campbell. His t-shirt was black, with the Public Enemy logo standing out in bright relief.

A quick tinge of nervousness–that quick fluttering of the heart–raced through Nikki at the sight of these two men, but she repressed it. Clearly the assholes at work were making her jumpy around anyone male. And she needed help, pure and simple.

"Something wrong, miss?" said the guy in the cap.

His companion said nothing, but there was something in his eyes she didn’t trust. She had seen that look at work. Oh well, the hell with it. She refused to notice it and answered.

"Yeah, my car overheated. I think it might be something with the radiator." "Hell of a place to break down," the man said, his eyes dropping to Nikki’s legs, now deeply tanned under the sunlight.

"Really," she said, "do you think there’s anything you can do?"

"Hmm. Well, we can have a look at it, I suppose. Could just be a busted hose. You got your keys?"

Nikki dug in her shorts pocket for the keys. In doing so she didn’t notice the grin the two men exchanged.

"Here you go," she said, and smiled her biggest smile, what her roommate called the "cover girl" smile. Couldn’t hurt to try to be nice, she figured.

"Well, this might take a sec, miss. You might as well get comfortable," said Baseball Cap, taking the keys. As they walked over to the Miata, Nikki returned to her bench and cracked open the novel. She looked up briefly when she heard the hood open and Baseball Cap say "Whoa!" as a cloud of smoke rose to the blue desert sky. Then she sat and read while the sounds of tinkering commenced.

After about five minutes she looked up and noticed the two men bent over the open hood. They appeared to be talking to each other. The both cast a glance her way, and she managed a smile. They smiled too, but more at each other than back at her. She went back to reading.

She was really getting into the story of the novel, and was therefore jolted back to reality by the voice of Baseball Cap. Jumping, she looked up to see both men standing right in front of her where she sat.

"Y-you startled me!" Nikki exclaimed, trying to sound calm. The butterflies were back.

"Hmm. Well, miss, your car’s a real mess, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble to fix. Tank and I can do it right here, in fact."

"Oh," she said, surprised, "but…that’s wonderful! Th-thank you!"

"Thing is," said Baseball Cap, "there IS the matter of, shall we say, compensation…" He let his voice trai off. His big black friend smiled again, showing a gold incisor. "Well, of c-course," Nikki said. Why was she stammering, she wondered. "I’ve brought plenty of money. Just tell me wh-what you need and…"

She stopped, confused. The two men were laughing out loud.

"Wh-what!?" she blurted, confused. "What!?"

"That ain’t the compensation we had in mind, honey."

At the sound of the name, and the clear implications of the statement, Nikki suddenly felt the butterflies in her stomach turn into a whole wasps’ nest! She felt her heartbeat quicken. This wasn’t real, she thought hurriedly, maybe they’re kidding! Her eyes darted quickly back to the road. No vehicles. No one for miles. No one at all.

"I-I-I d-don’t know wh-what you mean, I-I…" she managed. Fear was enveloping her like a shround. The looks on the men’s faces turned deeply sinister.

"Sure you do," said Baseball Cap calmly. "Purty lady all alone, needs the help of two young studs like us"–the other man laughed again while Nikki’s gorgeous eyes grew huge–"I think there’s much more suitable compensation than money to be had. Right, Tank?"

She stood and clumsily began backing up. "I-I don’t think s-s-so…" she said, trying to sound unafriad, knowing she was failing. The men moved towards her, slowly, like predators.

Tears began to form in Nikki’s big blue eyes. "P-p-please, wait," she heard herself stammering. It was hopeless. As her mind raced, she assessed her situation as best she could in her confusion. No one for miles. If she ran into the rest stop’s ladies room they’d simply follow her. And surrounding them all, the endless unforgiving desert. She simply had nowhere to run, and if she did, the big black guy looked as if he could tackle her in less than five paces.

It was a nightmare. A pure nightmare, all her worst sexual harassment nightmares rolled into one inconceivably horrific reality. How could it be happening? "D-don’t," her soft voice began pleading. She continued to back up, shaking her head pleadingly as the men kept moving forward, slowly and deliberately.

"TAKE THEM SHORTS OFF, BITCH! NOW!"

It was the first time the black man had spoken, and his booming voice sent a shock wave of fear through Nikki’s jackhammering heart like a gunshot! Reason simply vanished. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA," she screamed, and took off at a run in the direction of the highway, tears now streaming down her perfect unblemished cheeks.

Surprisingly, the men simply watched her run off, laughing raucously. Of course, she realized as she was several yards down the road, they knew she had nowhere to go. And so did she. But she wasn’t going to stand there, she just couldn’t get raped, she couldn’t! Her heavy breathing was racked with sobs as she continued her futile run down the lonely, san-baked desert highway.

Then Nikki heard an engine start. Chancing a glance over her shoulder, she saw the men had boarded their truck and started the engine. Her blue eyes grew saucer-sized with terror as the truck started towards her. Oh God!! They were going to run her down!

Nikki screamed again, a high pitched wail of despair that carried over the desert sands as the truck bore down on her. Then as it neared to within six feet of her, Baseball Cap slowed the truck to her running speed and leaned out the window.

"RUN, BABYYY! SHAKE THAT FIIINE FUCKIN ASS!" he shouted, and whooped with malicious glee as Nikki screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Then the truck stopped. Nikki kept running, though her breath was getting short. She contemplated turning into the desert. But the fear of rattlesnakes held her back, and the fact the truck was a four-wheeler made that option kind of pointless. She continued sobbing and running, a helpless beautiful woman at the mercy of sadistic men, and no help in sight, anywhere.

Then the ultimate horror. She heard the high screech of rubber on asphalt as the truck suddenly kicked into gear and sped toward her. Black spots appeared in Nikki’s vision as exhaustion combined with abject terror and the certainty her life was over!

Then she heard the truck begin to pass her. For an instant, barely more than a fraction of a second, she felt she had been spared. A burst of hope made her kick up a bit of speed in her desperate run for life.

But Tank had opened his door.

The truck was only moving at about twenty miles an hour, but when the passenger door slammed into Nikki’s back she felt she had been hit by a train. Her slender body spun in circles as her breath escaped, and she fell flat onto the hot asphalt, winded and helpless. In pain, fear and exhaustion, she mercifully lost consciousness as the truck’s brakes squealed somewhere in the distance.

—

Nikki felt her body being lifted and set down into the bed of the pickup. Her back throbbed horribly; she had not been hit hard enough to do any serious damage, but her fear had heightened the pain and she was still somewhat dazed. Through vision blurred by tears and pain, she saw Baseball Cap remove something from the toolkit next to her in the truck’s bed.

"Tank," she heard him say. "Pull the plates and vehicle number off this cunt’s car and burn the car. She won’t be needing it now that she’s with us."

Shock registered in Nikki’s brain and waked her from her dazed state. "NOO! Please! Not my car!" she tried to scream, though it came out weakly.

"Hey, whaddaya know," said Baseball Cap. "Our little twat’s back with us."

He slapped her beautiful face, stunning her. Flat on the truck bed, she sobbed pitifully.

In a momemt, Tank returned. Nikki heard the clatter of metal on the truck bed, her license plates. In the distance, she heard the crackling of flames, and knew her car and her belongings were afire, including her purse and driver’s license.

A chill ran through her as she realized the enormity of what that fire was destroying. Nikki Connors had just ceased to exist, simply vanished without a trace. Her car would soon be a burned-out shell, giving no clues as to her plight. Whereever these men where taking her, they could keep her there as long as they wanted.

And while she was there, they could, and certainly would, do anything they wanted to her. Nikki realized that unless a miracle happened, she too, like her car, would be a burned-out shell.

Seconds later, she felt both men manhandling her arms, and the unmistakable ripping sound of a roll of duct tape. The men savagely bound her wrists and ankles with the duct tape, while the beautiful woman lay there and prayed she could die.

Then she heard the men board the cab, and the engine roar. The truck lurched into gear, and they were off.

—

Sometime during the ride, Nikki must have drifted off. The mixture of emotional turmoil had simply taken its toll on her stamina, and her body and mind had had to rest. But now that was past. She started wide awake, and quickly noticed several things.

It was night. They were in the desert somewhere. A campfire crackled nearby. And she was no longer in the bed of the truck, or bound with tape.

She looked around quickly, and her heart jumped and her eyes went wide with terror as she noticed her captors sitting not three feet away on a pair of rocks. Baseball Cap had a huge knife. And Tank had a gun.

"Welcome back, bitch," jeered Baseball Cap. "Now the fun begins."

The men exploded with laughter as Nikki’s shrill, high scream carried over the endless desert…..

Chapter 2

"Wh-wh-what are you going to do to me?"

Nikki Connors still could not believe what was happening to her as it was happening. Only earlier that day she had been on the outset of her dream vacation, and now she was in the hands of two brutal men who were certainly going to rape her, and who knew what else? They had burned her car, and with it her identification, any way of tracing her. She was theirs.

Tears rolled down her lovely face and she began sobbing quietly as she stared at the men in fear and dreaded anticipation.

"We ain’t gonna do a thing, baby," said Baseball Cap with a leer, "just so long as you obey each an’ every single order we give you. Is that clear enough for you?"

Squeezing her eyelids shut and sobbing loudly, Nikki nodded.

"I can’t HEAR you, bitch!"

"Y-YES!" Nikki managed through tears.

"Yes WHAT!"

"Y-y-y-y-es s-s-sir," she said, opening her eyes again, almost in resignation.

"STAND UP!"

Nikki leapt to her feet.

"Now undress."

"Y-yes sir," she stammered, and began peeling off her shirt.

"SLOWER! Jeezis," said Baseball Cap, sounding annoyed. "We want time to enjoy the show."

In despair, the beautiful woman slowed down her motions, lifting the sweat-soiled t-shirt over her head. Her firm A-cup breasts were held by a demure lace bra, and Nikki reached behind her to unclasp the bra. Then, weeping, she dropped the undergarment to the desert floor and stood there topless for her abductors in the moon and firelight.

The men whooped and applauded, and Nikki’s face burned with shame and shone with the wetness of her tears. This was only the second time in her life she had been naked before a man.

The first was an ill-fated college romance. Then, after she had joined her church, she had vowed to stay celibate until marriage. But that was ending, horribly, tonight in the desert, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

"Now the shorts," ordered Baseball Cap.

Slowly, and awash in a new wave of humiliation, Nikki unsnapped the front of her pink shorts and eased them off her tiny waist. They fell with a light clump to the dirt. Baseball Cap made a slight motion with his knife, and the woman, after wiping her face, slipped her fingertips underneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them down.

She was now naked. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover her bush, and then Baseball Cap made a warning motion with his knife, and she hurriedly dropped her hands to her sides. Nikki was naked, on display for the inspection of these men who, for all practical purposes, owned her. Her perfect body gleamed in the firelight, theirs to take.

She wept in her utter humiliation.

"On your hands and knees, cunt!" Baseball Cap ordered, and Nikki dropped to all fours as fast as if she’d been kicked by a mule. "Now crawl over to Tank."

Slowly, sobbing aloud, the beautiful woman crawled like an obedient dog over to the black man, whose thighs might each have been as big around as her slim waist.

"Now," said Baseball Cap, leaning forward and speaking softly in a tone t hat carried the threat of horrible punishment, "you’re going to give Tank here the best blowjob any bitch ever gave anybody. You’re going to be very careful not to bite him, and you’re going to swallow every drop of cum when he shoots into your mouth. If you don’t do all those things I’m gonna take this knife and cut off your right tit."

Nikki shrieked involuntarily. She had no choice, this she knew. Oh, this was horror, horror. She had never had a man’s penis in her mouth; the thought was too revolting! But the men’s expressions told her they weren’t lying about the torture they’d inflict upon her flawless body, and so she had to consent. "Y-y-y-yes sir," she said through sobs, and reached for Tank’s zipper.

"Wait," said Tank. She stopped, confused.

"Ask permission, bitch."

For an instant she was confused, then the horror of the situation solidified. Of course, they had to humiliate her time and time again. It wouldn’t end.

"M-m-may I p-please have p-p-perm-m-mission to g-give you a blow..a blow… blowjob, s-s-s-sir?" Nikki managed to ask, as her gorgeous blue eyes gleamed anew in the firelight with fresh tears.

"Well, okay, bitch," said Tank almost jovially, "since you ask SO nicely."

Fighting grief, fear, and revulsion, Nikki’s long, manicured fingers reached for Tank’s zipper. Briefly the snap seemed to resist opening, then it came free, and the zipper slid down with ease. In a second, Nikki saw why.

Underneath Tank’s boxer shorts, already free through the slit in front, his erection practically towered before her bright, terrified eyes. It was fully eleven inches long, with a thick network of blood vessels running all along the shaft. The head alone seemed nearly the size of a racquetball; thick with blood, it shone smooth as if polished in the light of the crackling fire.

Nikki couldn’t be sure if her fear-numbed mind was playing tricks with her as it seemed the hole of the urethra opened and closed slightly, as if trying to cry out in its perverse desire. The man’s cock, gleaming like a mahogany club, seemed like a weapon. A weapon he would wield in her sexual conquest and defeat.

Tank laughed at the shocked expression on Nikki’s classic features. "Well, bitch, you asked…" he said with a hint of menace.

Unsure of how to start, Nikki leaned forward nervously, then placed her pretty pink lips against the huge cockhead and kissed it. She kept kissing for a few seconds, then moved her lips down the shaft. Then, swallowing the urge to be sick, she extended her toungue and licked up and down the shaft slowly, like a popsicle.

Tank’s breathing began to get louder; at least he wasn’t getting impatient yet, she figured, so she must be starting well. Extending her tongue further, she now began licking faster, using the broad flat part of her pink tongue. It brushed against the cockhole and Nikki tasted something slightly salty there. She didn’t want to know what it might be.

Squeezing her eyelids shut in both nervousness and to staunch a new flow of tears, the beautiful naked woman wrapped her soft, virgin lips around the head of her new master’s cock.

Tank moaned slightly. With her right hand, Nikki steadied the massive tool at its base while she began moving her head up and down, creating a sucking rhythm and stretching her jaw to its fullest to avoid any contact with her perfect white teeth. Her lips gripped the cockshaft firmly as she sucked, and the flat portion of her tongue brushed rhythmically against the sensitive underside of the head.

Tank’s breathing grew rapid, then moans began to rise in his throat. Her fearful eyes never left his face as she sucked him, wary of any change that might show she’d done something wrong. For five full minutes, her jaw straining with the effort of pleasing her captor, she sucked, sucked, and sucked. Then it happened.

Tank suddenly grabbed her head and, with a fistful of her lovely hair, pushed her face close into his musky crotch. And he came into her mouth.

Nikki had never tasted a man’s cum, and it revolted her. Not the flavor itself, which, she was alarmed to find, was not so awful as she’d feared. But the fact that she was being raped, forced into sex, with no way to escape, the fact that she was their plaything, their slave, all these things bore into her mind with despair and terror as stream after stream of hot semen emptied from Tank’s balls into Nikki’s beautiful, ravished mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" groaned Tank, as Nikki, with a new stream of tears flowing in rivers down her high cheeks, swallowed his copious load. She tasted the sperm on her tongue, felt it flow down her esophagus into her stomach. "SWALLOW MY CUM YOU HOT CUNT, AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Tank’s grip on Nikki’s hair relaxed, and she felt the stream of semen began to slow, then halt. For several moments she held his softening member between her stretched, pink lips, in case there was something more he would require. But finally he pulled her free.

She gasped to catch her breath, periodically gulping down the stringy remnants of jism that still nestled on her tongue and palate, and the big black man gasped above her, and finally caught his breath.

"Think we may have struck gold here, motherfucker," he said to the other man, and laughed. Sweat glistened on Nikki’s naked form, although the night was cool. "This cunt is fine as SHIT!" Tank added.

"Okay, cumdrinker," Baseball Cap barked at her, "my turn."

Resigned to her fate, and knowing the longer she played along the longer she might survive her ordeal, Nikki obeyed readily. The fear had not died down–she knew it never would–but her instinct of self-preservation took over. She knelt before Baseball Cap and said, "P-please sir, may I have the p-privilege of sucking your cock?"

"Why you certainly may!" Baseball Cap said with a huge smile. Nikki reached for his zipper and opened his pants with slight difficulty, but soon she had his penis out and in front of her gorgeous face. He was smaller than Tank, but his cockhead glowed huge and purple in the firelight. The naked woman began the same kiss/lick/suck action she had tried on Tank, and soon Baseball Cap was yelling out as he neared orgasm.

"AAH! AAH! AAH! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKIN HOT COCKSUCKING BITCH! AAAAAH, FUCK!" he cried out, and he shot his load into her mouth. His cum was more bitter than Tank’s, but there was less of a load, and with an effort Nikki swallowed the lot in a couple of big gulps.

He pulled his dick from her lips and she wept softly as her captor regained his breath and composure. She felt utterly, totally humiliated and defeated.

She was wrong. There was more.

Tank stood up, and Nikki noticed with shock and surprise he was erect again. "Stand up," he ordered her. "Yes s-sir," she yelped and leapt to her feet, wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Get into the back of the truck, bitch, and lie down."

"Yessir, I’m going, sir!" She went quickly. In the bed of the truck, a large bedroll had been laid out. This was it. She knew now for certain, they were going to fuck her pussy, fuck her the way only a woman’s husband should fuck her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Crying, she crawled into the truck bed and lay on her back, shivering in fear and the cold of the desert night. Tank crawled on top of her, and she thought, "He’ll crush me, he’s so big, oh God, please save me…" But only stars gleamed back at her from the sky.

Tank pushed her thighs apart, and Nikki cried out as she felt his huge cockhead push at her vaginal opening. He had no condom, she quickly realized. He would make her pregnant! And what if he had some disease! Terror upon terror washed over the crying woman as the huge, dark cock began its violation of her pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIEE! AAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS!" Nikki shrieked! "OH GOOOOOD IT’S TOO BIG!"

But Tank pumped harder, faster, and more and more of his huge tool pushed into her pussy, into her belly. Seven, eight, nine, ten, all eleven inches!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGHH!" she screamed. "RAAPE! RAAAAAAAPE!"

Her cries only seemed to spur Tank on, and rape it was. He pumped harder, banging her soft, delicate ass against the truck bed. The cock was fully as big around as her wrist, and it plowed into her perfect, model’s body with punishing force.

Nikki thought she felt something tear inside her vagina. She couldn’t tell. Pain was her life. Fear was her existence. The fucking continued until she was too worn down even to cry out anymore, then, to her surprise, Tank turned onto his back, pulling her smaller, ravaged body onto his stomach. She lay there panting, his cock still wedged to the hilt inside her belly.

Tank grabbed her ass cheeks and began pumping again, a slower rhythm, but just as painful. She wept into his massive barrel chest as he raped her.

Then, she felt the back of the truck lurch somewhat, and in a moment realized the other man had climbed into the back as well.

Before she could fathom what was about to occur, she felt the other cock press against her tiny, pink, puckered asshole.

"Oh God…OH GOD! NOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Nikki howled like a madwoman as the head of Baseball Cap’s dick inched its way into her virgin rectum.

It couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t! They were both raping her at the same time! And sodomizing her!! It was beyond nightmare! Beyond hell!

With a savage thrust, Baseball Cap plowed into her agonized asshole like a pile driver.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGHH!!" she screamed and screamed. "IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRRRRTTSSS!"

But both men simply increased the force of the savage double penetration. Her face was utterly drenched with tears, her voice reduced to a pathetic whimper: "…hurts…hurts…hurts…"

Suddenly, Nikki felt Tank jerk convulsively underneath her, and something warm filled her cunt. He had come, she knew it. And she knew, without a doubt, that she had just been made pregnant. It was that time in her cycle; she knew it like the back of her hand. She had no fight left in her at all as the other man came deep inside her brutalized, bleeding rectum.

Spent, the two men lay panting, with the raped, defeated form of Nikki Conners sandwiched between them. Gradually, with their softening cocks still in her aching, throbbing holes, they fell asleep. Eventually, Nikki herself fell into an exhausted, nightmare-laden slumber as the cum dried between her legs and the tears dried on her lovely face.

Bathed in sweat, gleaming in the dawn sun, the naked body of Nikki Connors lay spread eagled, face down on the desert floor, her wrists and ankles tied to stakes. With her head raised to see what her captors were about, she pleaded, begged for release and mercy.

"P-p-please," the beautiful woman begged, "Wh-whatever you’re doing, please, d-d-don’t hurt me. I’ll do any-anything. EVERYTHING! Whatever you want! P-please untie me! I’ll suck you, I’ll"–she said the word with difficulty–"f-f-fuck you, all you want…." Baseball Cap emerged from the back of the truck where he and Tank had been rummaging around. She sight of him sent a shock wave of fear through her body. In his hand he held a long strip of thin metal, like a car antenna, she thought. Thin metal wires had been wrapped around it to sturdy it.

He knelt by her head as she buried her face in the sand and cried. "I know you’re gonna do whatever we want. Thing is, we’re gonna do whatever WE want, too. And one of the things we wanna do is listen to a sexy, tight young piece of fuckmeat like yourself scream."

She continued to cry. This was madness, this was hell! "Wh-why!?" she pleaded.

The man just smiled.

"Oh, no," she began to gasp as she felt his coarse hand grip and knead her silky round ass cheeks. "PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! NOOO! DON’T WHIP ME! DON’T HURT MMEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sobs racked her mercilessly.

"Nice," she heard Baseball Cap say. Then…

The purest, white agony shot through her body as the metal whip lashed her ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Nikki howled.

And again, the brutal whip came down.

There were a total of ten lashes, but each had such force that the beautiful, pain-wracked woman fainted after the fifth. Shortly after the final blow, she felt herself stirring, her mind and body awhirl with pain. Tank was rubbing some kind of oil onto her ass cheeks, and she felt the bleeding welts where the whip had come down. Oh God, how could they do this to her?

She felt her wrists being freed from the stakes, but the ropes remained on her. Her ankles were then untied, and those ropes were removed. Tank roughly flipped her onto her back, and almost instantly something warm, wet and familiar doused her pretty face.

Baseball Cap had been excited to orgasm by the whipping he’d inflicted, and she’d been flipped to take a full shot of his cum on her perfect face. She thought she might die from the shame. But everywhere, her body was so charged with pain she couldn’t even weep. It was all she could do to keep her breath.

"You liked that, whore, didn’t you?" Baseball Cap said.

She wanted to scream, give into the horror and agony and let her mind go. But she knew she had to obey.

"Y-y-yes sir. Th-thank you, s-s-sir."

Hauling her to her wobbly feet, he then announced, "We’re going to our place, a secret little place where me and Tank and some other boys spend their time when they wanna get away from the rat race. It’s about three miles that way, through the desert. I think they’re gonna like you, baby! They’re gonna like you a lot!" And he laughed.

As what he said sank in, Nikki reeled in horror! More men! More rape! She couldn’t bear it, she couldn’t! Ridding herself of all dignity, she dove at his feet!

"NOOO! Please. I CAN’T! Not that! NOT GANG RAPE! PLEASE DON’T LET THEM GANG RAPE MEEEEEEE!" Her speech gave way to heavy sobs.

He leaned down.

"Remember what I said, you obey," and he dragged her on her still wobbly legs to the back of the truck. She couldn’t beg anymore; she just cried.

Baseball Cap looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of stuck up cunt who wouldn’t give a guy like him the time of day. Well, now the shoe was on the other foot. He smiled broadly as he tied the ropes around her wrist to another rope, then tied that rope to the trailer hitch of the truck. For an instant Nikki looked at what he was doing in confusion, then, when realization set in, she begged, "Oh, no, please. I can’t. I can’t."

The two men hopped into the cab, and Baseball Cap called out, "It’s only three miles. You oughta be able to keep up!" And laughing, the men started the truck. Of course, she realized, that’s why he whipped her then. She could barely stand, let alone run. This was just more cruelty. She cried. Why? Why?

The truck lurched into gear, and the beautiful woman was yanked forward and flew onto her stomach. The truck stopped. Nearly winded, Nikki stood as best she could and the truck started again.

It kept to a slow speed, and she jogged behind it, naked, enslaved, helpless.

But it would be three miles.

And the hot desert sun was rising.

And at the end of the line….

Nikki tried to block her thoughts as the truck pulled her through the desert.

Great rape story by Hail

Great rape story by Prodigem

Lisa grumbled as she unlocked the door to the storage closet. It was already past 8:00pm and she was staring at the end of an 11-hour day. She was 36 and worked as an administrator at an adult education centre. Her book supplier sent the shipment from across town late and she now finally got around to stashing the books in the closet so she could get home. Frowning as one of the dirty boxes left a streak of dust on her new olive Armani suit, she stretched her slender 5’ 7” body to shelve a couple more books on the top shelf, standing on her black ankle strap heels.

Jim passed the slightly ajar door and caught a sideways glance of a woman stretching to put books on a shelf. The last guy out of the classroom, he just received word that he was about to fail yet another class, this time, good enough to get his vocational rehab money revoked. Mad as a snake, he had only an empty house to look forward to as his girlfriend moved out 3 months ago to live with a man who actually had a life.

He doubled back to steal another glance. Nobody else was in the hallway. The teacher had walked out the opposite end of the hall to the parking lot. He had seen this bitch before, always working late, so she must have her own keys to the place. Nobody else should be here. Her ponytail swung as she swung her head to search for more space. The brown hair with slightly blonde highlights just begging for attention with each swing.

She put the last of the books away and broke down the cardboard boxes. Brushing the dust off her body, she ran her hands over her 36D breasts and over her skirt.

“Good, no tears this time” she remarked as she looked over her nude collared pantyhose just under her 18” skirt. Always complaining about how expensive pantyhose were and how easily it tore when she had to come to the storage room, she was glad she got away clean this time.

Looking over the room to make sure everything was in place, she went to the far side of the large closet to pick up one more empty box when the lights went out. Groaning over the misfortune of a blown breaker or maybe a power outage, she gingerly tried to feel her past the maze of boxes, books and equipment lying around to the light just outside the door that was only 25 feet away.

But halfway there, after kicking the third box on her way fumbling out the door, she thought she saw a shadow pass the doorway, and with a light click, the door closed and all light disappeared.

“Hello, is anybody there?” a plaintive call in the dark. Damn, I can be such a little girl sometimes, thought Lisa as she resumed to pick her way through the maze to the door. She wasn’t worried about being locked in, it didn’t lock from the inside. She thought she heard breathing as she got within 5 feet from the door, stopping to get her bearings, she couldn’t hear anything. One more step, one more click of her heel and she began reaching out for the door handle which should be close.

Instead, she felt something warm, a shirt? She pulled back. Pitch black, she called out again, “hello?” as another brief moment of panic hit her. Taking a full step forward to what she thought was the door, she reached out and walked straight into something solid, a warm body perhaps? She reached frantically to grab at the door handle she knew must be close at hand. Instead, she felt a pair of hands grab her. As she screamed, one of the hands muffled her mouth and she fell backwards, miraculously avoiding all of the boxes and junk and straight on the floor.

Jim fell right on top, using his 6’1”, 215 lb body to pin the woman on the floor, knocking the wind out of her. Unable to scream, Lisa squirmed and tried to fight her assailant off, but to no avail. Finally, with her right arm pinned under her and her legs trapped by her attacker, she heard the click of a box cutter and a voice rasp “don’t make me hurt you bitch, just cooperate and you get to go home in a little while.”

Frozen with fear, Lisa whimpered and held her free arm close to herself, trying to cover her chest and face from the attacker. Unable to see more than just a shadow of black in the dark, she felt the man grab her jacket and rip it open, her two buttons skittering into the darkness. Exposing a black tank top, he started manhandling her breasts through the shirt and bra. Afraid to breathe, she resumed her begging and crying for mercy as his hands went lower to massage her legs and push her skirt up. Rubbing the pantyhose and caressing the silky smooth feel of her well toned runner’s legs, he began to tear the crotch out of her pantyhose.

“Shut up bitch” and a slap that landed more on her chin than her face made her see bright lights for a couple seconds as it stung. Using packaging tape, he tied her arms together and onto the metal post of one of the shelves. Tearing off her tank top, he tied it around her eyes, a makeshift blindfold to prevent her from seeing his face. And with that, he flipped the lights back on to admire his catch.

Lisa laid on the floor, topless except a black, sensible Victoria Secrets bra. Her skirt pulled up to her waist, her pantyhose had a hole torn out of the crotch, but her panties were still, again, sensible black bikini briefs that were nonetheless, sexy. Lifting her legs up in the air, he got in between her legs and let them rest on his shoulder as once again, he reached down to massage her through her panties. Squirming under her blindfold, her breasts jiggled under her bra.

“Let’s take a look at the girls” as he used his box cutter to cut the middle of the bra. Her breasts popped free, her nipples standing up from the cold of the tile floor and from fear. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he took the other in his hand and began rubbing it harshly in between his fingers. Straining to get to away, Lisa was powerless to stop him, her legs spread and in the air as his body had her legs at an almost 90 degree angle from the ground.

Reaching down again, he slit off the panties, ripping the pantyhose wider around the crotch and began massaging her pussy. “God…. Stop… please….” She hissed through clenched teeth. In the struggle, the torn tank top fell away from her face, uncovering her eyes. As her attacker chewed her neck and pounded her relentlessly, she stared up toward the ceiling, her ankle strapped heels bouncing in the air. Unable to gain any leverage with her knees pinned up against her body and her legs pressed up against his shoulders, she slowly succumbed to the brutal assault. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, but more like 5 minutes, he spoke again, “damn, you’ve got a fine body baby, feels so good”

Pleading now only to have the man finish and leave her alone, she clenched her bound hands in fists of rage and anguish, unable to do anything more than grit her teeth from the merciless pain from the hard pounding the man did.

“Oh baby, here it comes, take it bitch, take it.” A huge orgasm flooded her pussy, her body seemed to fill with warmth as he shot load after load into her.

Dizzy from the exertion and pain, Lisa passed out while Jim collapsed on top of her, his penis slowly shrinking and slipping out. Noticing her blindfold off, Jim wasn’t sure if she saw his face at all. “Too late now huh,” he thought to himself as he tried to decide what to do.

She slowly came around, disoriented, her arms still bound over her head. She saw a man putting his shirt back on. Jim looked at her for a second. “I should just take you with me, make you disappear.”

“No please, I won’t tell anybody, please, I swear.”

Going through her purse, he found all her information, her address, her friends, family, everybody whom she held dear, including her fiancé. “Tell you what, you suck my cock good, I’ll let you go, but you tell a soul and I will first kill your grandparents, then your cousins here. I’ll make your family pay, before I kill you, understand?”

“Yes sir” as he reached over to cut the tape that bound her hands to the shelving. Still bound together though her hands were. Slowly sitting up, she took the mans cock in her mouth, not using her hands, she began to slowly lick and kiss his penis.

Running his hands through her hair, he held her in place as she swallowed his cock and slowly let it slip into her throat. Resisting the urge to gag, she continues, her tongue making small circles on the underside of his penis. His balls pressed up against her chin, his pubic hair engulfing her nose. After a couple more minutes, she felt it twitch again, wanting to pull back to keep from choking, he savagely held her head in place, twisting her ponytail into a painful handle by which to control her.

Gobs and gobs of cum rushed down her throat. Unable to spit it out, she had no choice but to swallow. The cum left a burning trail of slime and shame down deep into her body.

“Damn bitch, that was good, I think I’ll start taking your class every few weeks. Now you be good, I’ll be checking up on you.”

As tears came rushing out, he got his pants on and left, taking her torn panties with him. Crawling up, she gather her jacket and ruined top, slipping on the jacket and holding it in place since the buttons were missing. Staggering to find her purse, she took her keys out and stumbled to her car, driving out slowly, unsure of where to go. Her cell phone rang. Her fiancé was calling to see how she was getting along and to see if she would be coming home soon. She didn’t answer the phone and just pulled out of the parking lot.