Rape Stories.

Great rape story by thursdaysjoy

Hazel sighed as she leaned forward on her desk at school. She hated school and everything about it. The teachers sucked, the students sucked, everything sucked. She had been going to a private prep school ever since she was 6 and had even hated it when she was younger. Most of the girls at her school weren’t in touch with reality and got whatever they wanted with just the drop of a pin. Their parents filled their lives with luxuries and frills just to shut them up and keep them out of their own affairs. Hazel’s parents were different, her father a construction worker and her mother, a teacher. They were both very strict and Hazel hardly ever got what she wanted. Birthday’s and Christmas’ where filled with cheap presents and candy canes, which she loathed. They always said, “We pay so much money for that school, we don’t have enough to give you whatever you want.” And Hazel would reply, “Then why don’t you let me go to a cheaper school or a public school.”

Her parents would always ignore that suggestion, mainly because they wanted their daughter to have the best education that she could get because she was African-American. Living in Southern California, there weren’t a lot of other blacks in the area. Her family lived in a nice condo complex that had a garden, swimming pool, and tennis court. Most of the people who resided at the complex where old and their children had moved out, meaning Hazel virtually had no friends who lived close to her. The kids at school were snobby, stuck-up and didn’t want anything to do with Hazel. She usually wore cheap clothes from random surf shops where she could buy low priced tank tops and shorts.

Hazel had long thick black hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, and blazing hazel eyes. Her mother was half Mexican which explained the long hair and hazel eyes and her father was Irish and Canadian, but still black. He was bald and had dull black eyes. His body build was huge with his colossal muscles and tall frame.

“Hazel! Hazel Fourchet!” Hazel heard a voice cry. She groggily lifted her head from the desk, looking up to see her teacher Mr. Bates glaring at her. His arms were folded neatly over his beer belly as he glowered at her, “I never knew that my English class bored you.”
Hazel’s eyes fluttered as she glanced at her surrounded classmates. They were looking right back at her.
“Um.. its not boring.” Hazel managed to answer. Mr. Bates shook his head then pushed his glasses closer to the brow of his nose.
“So, then would you care to tell us what this lesson is about?”
Hazel’s body began to fill with nervousness and embarrassment; she had no idea what the lesson was about.
“Ummm..”
“I guess Um, means I don’t know, huh?” Mr. Bates said with a sneer. The class broke out in a quiet laughter. Hazel rubbed her hands together in nervous habit. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life; she had never been the laughing stock in the classroom. She usually kept to herself and answered when called upon.
“I’m sorry Mr. Bates, I won’t fall asleep in class again.” Hazel finally said softly.
“I know you won’t.” He shot back at her, “See me after class.”
Hazel let out a loud groan. Would she get a detention? A demerit? She couldn’t get either of them! Her parents would freak if they found out she had been sleeping in class. She could already hear their lecture in her head, “We pay all that damn money just for you to fool around in school? I don’t think so! Don’t think that you can just mess around and get yourself kicked out! If you do, we will disown you!”
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Charles Bates smiled to himself as he thought of seeing precious Hazel Fourchet after class. He would teach that nigger a lesson or two. He knew that what he had in mind to do would jeopardize his job, but quite frankly he didn’t care. He had always dreamed of “seeing” Hazel after class. The thought of squeezing her tight round breasts that sat perfectly on her chest made him crazy. He had begun to notice that she hardly ever wore a bra. He couldn’t believe that a girl who looked like she had a low D cup rack didn’t wear a bra. They jumped and jiggled whenever she made quick movements and he had always been lucky to catch the movements. It made him hard just thinking of her on her hands in knees as he fucked her from the ass with her precious tits dangling in the air. He had always wondered how he would approach her and how he would get her alone. Now was the perfect chance, he could bring her into the main English department office, which was a place where no English teacher barely ever went. Charles smiled at the thought, he finally had a plan on getting what he wanted from Hazel…now all he needed was a plan to keep her quiet.
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“God, I can’t believe I have to do this.” Hazel muttered to herself as she trudged to the English Department office. After class Mr. Bates had told her that she would serve a detention in the English office, cleaning it with him watching. He said that her parents had been notified that she wouldn’t be coming home on time because of a detention. The only reason why she was serving the detention on the exact day was because the school would be closed for Spring Break and Mr. Bates told her that he had a feeling he would forget about the detention.

Opening the door to the office, Hazel saw Mr. Bates sitting at his desk, inclined in a rotary chair. “I’m glad you made it.” Mr. Bates said to her with a smile. Hazel nodded at him, looking for a bucket to wash the boards with. “ So where is the cleaning stuff?” She asked.
Mr. Bates grinned at her and stood up, slowly walking toward her. Hazel eyed him, wondering why he had that stupid grin on his face. He walked past her and shut the door behind him, locking it.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” Hazel cried out, her body getting hot from nervousness. What was he going to do to her? Beat her?

Take off your clothes Hazel.” Mr. Bates said, his voice low.
“What the hell? Are you crazy!” Hazel shrieked. Mr. Bates rubbed the palms of his hands together. “Do you want this to be hard or easy?”
“Leave me alone! I got to get out of here!” She cried, feeling delirious. She ran to the door, but he blocked her efforts, shoving her to the ground. Hazel fell, her school uniform skirt whirling in the air. Mr. Bates walked over to her and grinned as he saw the thong that she wore. “So you were ready for this, huh?” He said haughtily.
“No…please!” Hazel cried, trying to get up, but he kneeled on the ground, holding her down.

“Shut up.” He snapped, carefully unbuttoning her blouse. Hazel squirmed underneath him, not believing what was happening to her.
Charles rubbed his hands over her breasts after he finished unbuttoning her blouse. Just as he had suspected, she wore no bra. He leaned down toward her, shoving his face at hers, kissing her.
He could hear her muffled, “No’s.” as he kissed her. She flailed underneath him, trying to get her prosecutor off of her.
Pulling his head back he said, “You’re going to enjoy this.”
“No I wont you sick pig!” Hazel cried, making another attempt to get away. Charles slapped her, her head snapping back. He hurriedly pulled away her skirt and pulled her thong by its hem, making it go further up her ass, making it dig into her pussy. He felt his dick hardening as he saw the thong being hid by her pink pussy flesh. He had never suspected a black girl to have a pink pussy and brown lips for it. It turned him on even more.

“No…STOP..your hurting me!” Hazel howled, clawing at him.
“I’m gonna fuck you long and hard.” He whispered into her ear, loosening his grip on the thong.
Charles stood up and unbuttoned his khaki pants. His dick was now throbbing and feeling rock hard.
“NO..Please! I’m a virgin! Nooooo!! NOOOO, not me! Why is this happening to me!?” Fresh tears began to spill from Hazel’s eyelids, she wanted her mother, she wanted to get away from this. She was only 15 and had never seen a dick in her life until now.

Mr. Bates rubbed his cock and knelt down on the floor again. “You shut up now. I doubt you’re a virgin. Bet you’ve been fucked ever sin ce you were 10.”
He pulled two of his fingers in the air, and then shoved them into her pussy. Hazel let out a scream as he did so. She was right, she was a virgin. Her pussy was tight and enveloped around his fingers. He could feel that she was wet inside. “So you are enjoying this?” He said with a grin. Usually if a girl didn’t want it, they would be dry.
“Noo..nnooo! leave me alone! Just let me go!” Hazel whimpered.
“You’re wet baby. You want me, you want this big juicy cock inside of you, now you’re gonna get what you want!’
“Nooooo!” She screeched.
Charles slammed his cock inside of her and let out a loud moan. It felt so good to feel his cock in this trembling girls tight pussy. She was crying harder now as he began to thrust his dick in and out of her pussy. “Ooh yeah baby! Yeah..you feel so good and tight!” He cried out.
His breath began to get shallow as she pushed himself in and out of her.
“Please don’t cum in me! Pleasse!” Hazel cried out as her last defense. She knew that there was nothing else that she could do now. She didn’t want to get pregnant, oh god, she did not want to get pregnant by her teacher.
Charles realized that he shouldn’t cum in her, but he wanted to so badly, so he remembered his fantasy, he would fuck her in the ass.
“Alright bitch, you get what you want.” He said his breath short.
“Thank you!” Hazel wheezed, she to was short of breath from crying. Charles pulled out of her and grabbed her by her waist, “Nooo Stop it!”
“Shut the FUCK UP.” Charles said fiercely. He pushed her onto her stomach. Hazel screamed as she realized what he was going to do to her. Why couldn’t anyone hear her, she thought madly. Someone had to have heard her loud screams.
Charles grabbed her thighs and brought her ass closer to him, then forced his dick into her unyielding asshole. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOO Noo! NOT THAT! NO IT HURTS! MY ASSS! OH MY GOD! HELP ME! GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!” Hazel bawled.
Charles began to pump his cock in and out of her ass, moaning loudly. He then grabbed her large tits squeezing them as hard he could. He could hear his swelling balls slapping against her ass, and it turned him on. He let go of her tits and leaned all of his weight onto her back and began to pump harder and fast as he felt himself about to cum.
“Oh my goodness, baby, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all in your sweet black ass!”
Hazel could feel his dick swelling in her ass then the blast of his wet hot cum exploding inside of her. She sobbed as he did so, with disbelief and shock at the same time.
Charles then collapsed on top of her. He had never felt so good in his life. Fucking the little black bitch had felt so good to him. He wanted to do it again, hell, he wanted to do it everyday.
As he laid on top of her Hazel wiped the tears from her eyes. She wanted to die. She wanted to clean the filth off her and curl up and die. Finally Charles stood up and let out his breath. He looked down at the trembling Hazel. A part of him wanted to say sorry, but he couldn’t, it wasn’t like she would accept it anyways. He grabbed his pants and put them on, “ You better not say a word about this to anyone, or you’ll pay. I’ll kill you! Yeah I’ll kill you. I have no problem killing a nigger bitch and going to jail for it! You hear me?”
“Yes.” Hazel replied quietly, she didn’t want to say anything else.
Charles nodded, “Well clean yourself up. NOW.”
Hazel slowly got up and put her skirt on and buttoned up her blouse. Nothing looked out of the ordinary and Charles wanted it that way. Her discarded thong was far to stretched to be worn so she stuffed it into her skirt pocket.
Hazel flinched as Charles pulled a strand of some of her a stray hair back.
“I’ll drive you home.” He said forcefully.
Hazel looked up at him with shock. She didn’t want him to drive her home. She wanted to walk, no, run all the way home.
”No please, I can walk.” Hazel begged. He shook his head at her. “ I don’t think so. I’m driving you and that’s the end of it.” He unlocked the door and let her walk out of the door first. Hazel shuddered as she walked down the hall along side her rapist, her teacher.

by Raping as we speek

Hello I’m Tim I’m 18 years old well built and a body builder. I’ve always been fond of a girl named Rachel that’s where my story starts she’s only 17 and has the hottest body a dark brunet with hair that goes to her shoulders a tight well rounded ass and a nice rack that compliments her age.
Surprisingly she’s still a virgin although many boys have asked her on dates she always turns them down.
I’ve been obsessed with her stalking her eaves dropping on her conversation when I got lucky.
She’s never had a good family life so this came as no surprise she decided to run away. Rachel would leave a note pack some essentials and just leave. This was my chance.
I waited in my parked van across the street until she came out of her house. She was stumbling from all the stuff she carried as she headed for her car, so I made my move. I got out of the back of the van, my luck still held. She dropped her keys that were in her mouth and bent over to pick them up her tight ass was pointed right at me, my rod started to harden in my pants.
I went up right behind her clamped my hand over her mouth and started dragging her backwards to my van. She let out muffled screams.
I whispered in her ear “Stop screaming cunt or I’ll break your neck.” Rachel realized I wasn’t joking and immediately fell silent.
I got her to the van she wasn’t struggling she was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike as I opened the back of the van she kicked me in the shin and ran for her car I hit her square in the back. She let out a little yelp of pain and fell to the asphalt.
“You better stop trying to get away from me bitch or someone is going to get hurt.”
“Please let me go. My parents don’t have any money they wont be able to pay a ransom.” She whimpered.
“I’m counting on it.” I hissed in her ear.
I dragged her into the van with her kicking and protesting the entire time. I was really beginning to enjoy myself.
In the van I grabbed some handcuffs lopped it over a rail then put her hands in them. She was completely helpless. I thought pleasantly to myself as I ductaped her gag in her mouth.

Rachel couldn’t believe someone would want her for ransom everybody knew her family was poor she noticed the tears dripping down her face as the van suddenly stopped. They had been traveling for about an hour and her hands were really raw from where the handcuffs had been digging into her skin. The driver’s compartment opened and there stood her kidnapper. He was tall that’s what her first impression was and incredibly muscular. She began to whimper as he came closer. He then pulled out a pair of scissors and cut off her shirt.
Her breast fell out she became incredibly embarrassed as her face turned scarlet. They were a nice size and a boy had yet to touch them. But the look soon changed to horror as she realized for the first time he was going to rape her.
He began by licking them and then started sucking her nice tits, and then as if he couldn’t resist it anymore he pulled out his rod and began titty fucking her.
He soon wanted to move onto other things however and began pulling down her pants.
Rachel started crying NO NO as she wanted to save her virginity
“Shut up whore or I’ll anal rape you.” He taunted as if daring her to speak.
Rachel stopped crying not wanting to invoke an ass rape she had heard from a friend that it was extremely painful but a good way to keep a guy around.
He ripped of the rest of her pants and revealed nylon underwear this seemed to madden him so instead he took hold of her dark brunet and stuffed his rod in her mouth.
Rachel had the strange sensation of tasting something rubbery as he started moving up and down on the dick as he silently commanded her “Suck, go deeper, suck harder, that’s good bitch.”
He just kept forcing her head deeper and deeper until she gagged when the dick reached the back of her throat. Then suddenly he stopped and a thick salty liquid shot into her mouth she had to swallow fast or she would choke to death there was to much and she was beginning to gag when he pulled out and it shot all over her face.
He took a fragment of what was left of her shirt and wiped of his rod with it then he wiped of her face.
“Now was that so hard cunt.”
He went back down to her nylon underwear and ripped them off with sheer strength she was now completely naked, and as if just remembering something he went up to the drivers compartment and got a camera he wasted an entire role of film taking pictures of her nude body. Then he put the camera aside and got back to the job at hand.
“I’ve been waiting along time to get into this virgin pussy of yours whore.”
At that he rammed his finger deep within her pussy beginning to finger bang her.
But he couldn’t resist himself and soon had his enormous dick in her going up and down.
Rachel started screaming it hurt so much.
He just said “That’s right bitch were lubricating you up.
Then Rachel had a strange sensation as her vagina started getting moist she had orgasmed for her rapist.
Rachel was completely embarrassed this was her virginity and the first sex she ever had was with her rapist and her body despite her was delighted.
He just smiled, “So it feels good does it bitch.”
He continued ramming his monstrous cock into her, until she orgasmed a second time.
As he pulled his dick out she let out a sigh.
“It’s not over yet bitch.” at this he took off the handcuffs forced her to turn around and grabbed her tits as he began forcing himself into her tight ass.
Rachel started screaming never had she had something hurt this much.
His hands became white from the squeezing as he used her rack to force his huge rod down into her ass.
As he got deeper Rachel began to feel as if her entire ass was ripping apart she began to feel his cock moving into her hot bowls when his cum started squirting in.
She screamed in pain as he pulled his dick out.
He opened the side van door and pushed her out he told her to squat and drain herself.
As she began to squat she began urinating on the ground and finally the white cum started leaking out her ass.
Rachel felt as if 1000 knives had cut threw her ass. She just hoped it was over but when she stood up as if to say she was done he fastened her hands behind her back and using his height and strength placed her on a tree limb way above the ground completely naked. Her feet were a meter from the ground.
He sank his face into her pussy one last time and slapped her tits one last time for good luck. Put on his pants and drove off.
Rachel was left hanging there as she watched his van drive off. She wondered what people would think when they saw her hanging from a tree limb with cuffs completely naked.
But the branch cracked and broke she fell and hit her head on a rock. When hikers found her they couldn’t help themselves and gang raped her filling all three holes Rachel felt conscious but she had no idea where she was or what was happening after they were satisfied they knocked her out again and took her to a hospital. When she came out of the coma three days later she didn’t even remember what happened.

Rape Story by Verdana

Married for 15 years we had become overly accustomed to each other to the detriment of our relationship both in and out of bed.

My wife now used sex as a lever… If she was pissed off, which was often, she would withhold sex, sometimes for weeks on end. The only saving grace was that I now worked from home and so had the house to myself quite often. Unfortunately this became a double-edged sword as on one hand, literally, I could relieve myself whilst on the other I became more resentful of her and obsessed with the power I was allowing her to have over me.

After one particularly bitching I found myself in my study with my wife asleep. It was about 1:00 AM when I gave in and climbed the stairs to bed. As I undressed in the light of our alarm clock I looked at the shape my wife’s sleeping body made under the duvet. She was lying on her back diagonally across the bed with her legs apart.

For the next few minutes I just looked down on her imagining how she would look with the duvet removed, her nightdress twisted and her white panties partially displayed.

I gently lowered myself down to the mattress and slowly put my weight on the bed, praying it would not creak and disturb her.

As I lifted the duvet I peered underneath at her parted legs and mound, made smooth by the cotton of her underwear. I was now lying by her side supported on my left elbow.

I gently lifted the hem of her baby-blue nightgown to see where her lightly tanned belly met her waistband and knew I had to have her.

My right-hand dropped gently onto her soft stomach and she stirred. I held my hand still as she settled again. Trying my luck again I moved my hand up, under her nightdress towards her breasts but this time she started to wake.

Increasing my grip slightly I stopped her from removing my hand but she was now becoming wide awake.

“Piss off.  What the fuck are you doing? Leave me alone” were all phrases she used as she tried to move away from me to no avail. I now had my right knee between her legs and was rolling myself on top of her. I knew I was too heavy but didn’t care.

“Get off me. I don’t want to do this”. She continued. I put my left hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake our two kids in the next rooms.

My right-hand was now on her breast and I slipped it down to her pussy to get her wet enough to enter.

She still struggled but it did her no good as I brusquely finger-fucked her.

When she was wet I took my hand and opened my Calvins to release my hard dick. I roughly pushed it towards her hole and with a finger pulling her gusset to one side I roughly jabbed at her until her labia yielded and I was inside her.

All my weight was on her now as I moved my right-hand under her buttocks and squeezed…. Hard.

“You bastard” she tried to say. “This is rape”.

I released my left-hand and raised myself onto an elbow. Looking her in the eyes I could feel the hatred within her and just said “You’re my fucking wife, now fucking well act like it”! And I began to pump her in a strong and rhythmical way.

I could tell that she did not want to believe what was happening but, fuck, we were on the rocks anyway and I could never be convicted for doing this. I decided that ‘if’ this was to be the last time I would screw her then I would enjoy it, so I pushed myself onto my knees and forcibly raised her legs.

I removed her panties completely and roughly pushed her nightdress up to her neck. I spread her ankles apart, legs still raised and pushed inside her once again. As I leant forward I reached across to the nightstand and flicked on her light. I pushed her legs higher till she was bent double and started to pound her as deep and as hard as I could.

Within a minute she was involuntarily sopping wet and each jab saw me up to my nuts in her guts. She was going nowhere until I finished banging her.

I felt myself getting close to orgasm so I shifted my weight back onto my knees, spread her leg legs as wide as I could, her ankles in my hands and fucked as hard and as strong as I had ever fucked.

Her tits, totally unsupported now from two pregnancies were bouncing wildly as her body resounded to the jarring I was giving her. My balls were banging against her taught bum. Suddenly I went tight, my knees almost buckled and I was shooting my cum into her belly.

After 30 seconds or so I let her ankles go and she slowly lowered her legs to the bed. I climbed out from her parted thighs and flopped on the mattress beside her.

Normally after love-making I would get her some tissue to mop up the cum but this was not love-making it was out-and-out fucking and as far as I was concerned I was done and she was on her own. She just lay there dripping.

“You hate me” she said, looking at the ceiling.

“No, I hate what we have become… You a frigid old bitch and me now a fucking rapist.”

“Why were you so rough?" she asked.

“Sheer fucking frustration” I replied.

“From now on, if you want to sleep in this fucking bed you will do as I fucking well tell you… and no more fucking games. You are my wife and part of that involves sex. If you don’t like it then piss-off by all means, but the kids stay here."

“I’m tired… Go and clean-up your battered pussy and turn off the light."

The bed creaked slightly as she rolled off the mattress and padded off to the bathroom with her hand between her legs to catch my dripping cum.

She returned two minutes later, climbed back into the marital bed and turned off the light.

The future was set.

The woman, thinking about the next night, was smiling as she got out of her car. He had been gone for a week on a business trip and finally she would have him to herself again, she thought as she opened the back door to her car and bent over to pull some shopping bag out of the floor bored of her Mercedes.

Suddenly she felt an arm encircling her waist as she was tackled into the back seat, the blow so sudden and forceful it knocked the breath out of her before she could even scream. Her head bounced of the opposite door, momentarily stunning her. She sucked in a deep breath and was just about to scream when she heard a click and felt cold circular steel pressed against the back of her neck.

"Do it and I’ll ruin the inside of this car bitch." said a man’s voice behind her as her head was pressed down into the leather seat by the gun.

The man quickly wrapped an ace bandage around her head covering her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything. The gun still pressed against her neck, she had one of her legs in the floorboard, the other on the seat at awkward angle causing her ass to stick up into the air. Both of her arms were trapped underneath her, and the man’s weight on her back meant she had no hope of pulling them out unless he moved.

In the scuffle her light summer skirt had flipped up over her ass revealing a little bitty thong. The man hummed appreciatively as he enjoyed the view, giving her ass a quick rub with his free hand, before grabbing her purse. He dumped the contents on the floor and grabbed her wallet and stuffed it in one of his back pockets. He then began rummaging through her bags pulling out a sheer nighty he tossed it into the front seat and whistled to himself.

"Hmmm, we got a little sexy underclothes, lots of candles, flowers, scented oils, and ooooh.. what’s this?" He inquired holding up a tube of KY Jelly. "I asked you a question, what is this?" "I-i-i don’t know," whimpered the frightened woman. "Let me give you a hint then." Said the man as he pulled her panties to the side and squirted some on her pussy and ass. "Now do you know, bitch?" He demanded. "I-i-it’s KY J-j-jelly." sobbed the woman. "Sooo, it is, good guess. Now what have you got all this stuff for?"

When she didn’t answer, he grabbed her pony tail and pulled her head back arching her body painfully.

"When I ask you a question, you better tell me or you will de-FIN-itely regret it." he growled into her hear emphasizing every word. "My hu-hu-husband is coming back from his t-t-trip tomorrow." She said weakly. "Hmmmm, I don’t see any condoms, are you on the pill?" He said pulling her head back again, sensing that she might not answer. "No," she sobbed "we were hopping I c-c-could get pregnant and have a b-b-baby. P-p-please, oh god p-p-please don’t rape me!" She was openly weeping now. "I guess this just isn’t your night, is it?" Replies the man.

Releasing her pony tail, he reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his large member. He then shifted his weight and brought one of his legs up and forced her to spread hers even wider. He kept the pistol’s barrel pressed firmly against her neck pinning her, as he slowly began to lean forward forcing his cock into her tight cunt. As tight as she was, he was glad he had squirted some of the KY on her earlier.

The woman moaned as she felt this man’s massive penis entering her, forcing her pussy lips wide. Tears formed in her eyes only to be trapped by the Ace Bandage that covered them. She pressed her head down into the leather seat, wishing like an ostrich she could force her head under the earth and hide. She felt the man, pull nearly out and slam himself back into her, a grunt escaping her lips.

Feeling her embarrassment and humiliation the man smiled, and reached down and picked up some of her lipstick from wear it had fallen out of her purse. He then turned her head to the side, and began coating her lips with it, knowing she would feel like a whore when she looked in the mirror later. Placing the barrel of the pistol on her lips, he started to ram it into her mouth.

"Suck it, pretend it’s your husband’s cock and we’re tag teaming you." Her rapist whispered in her ear. When she didn’t respond, He screamed at her, "Damn it bitch, I said suck it!" and rammed the barrel down her throat causing her to gag.

"Tongue the barrel cunt. Yeah. That’s it." He said as she began to move her head back and forth on the barrel, bobbing her head. The whole time he kept thrusting into her, her grunts barely audible around the barrel. He smiled down at her as he watched her bright red lips turning the barrel of his gun a similar shade.

Gradually he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and harder into her, her head bouncing off the car door. He look down at her bubble ass as he continued to thrust in and out of her cunt, smiling at the slick KY that was there. He pulled the pistol out of her mouth and rammed it with a quick thrust deep into her ass up to the trigger guard. The sound she made was half grunt and half scream.

Gradually he started to thrust the pistol into her as in time with the trusts from his cock. Ramming both her openings at once, defiling her. She grunted louder and louder with the force of his blows. His pace increasing, he finally filled her cunt with his seamen, grunting and jamming the pistol into her as he did.

He held his cock in her for a while, and then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "They tell, me I have real potent sperm. Maybe I’ll come back and visit my kid in nine months."

Pulling out of her, she felt some of his semen trickle out of her open snatch. He left the Pistol in her ass, as she heard him reaching and moving things in the floorboard. Finally she knew when she felt him pushing one of the 8"candles into her abused pussy. Then she felt him push another one in beside the first, and another one.

He was pushing them in with the wicks facing out of her, which would make it really hard to pull them out. He then reached out and grabbed her left hand that had come free while he was fucking her and pulled off her beautiful white gold wedding ring, the moon reflected off it as he did.

"Nooo" she moaned hoarsely as he pulled it off. "Don’t worry bitch, you’ll get it back." He laughed.

He then slid it on the next candle, and then slowly forcefully pushed it into her cunt as well. He could see some of his cum glistening between the seven candles stuffed into now overfilled and gaping cunt. He then grabbed the tube of KY and pulling out his pistol he force the nuzzle up the woman’s ass and squeezed forcing the rest of the lube into her. He could already see some of the KY beginning to squirt out of her ass.

Replacing her panties, he grabbed her by the throat and forced her to sit up. Her own weight forced the candles deeper into her cunt, forcing her to gasp in pain.

"Ok bitch, those candles are like a plunger keeping my babies in you right now. I’m going to walk away now, but I’ll be hiding in the bushes watching you. You had better sit her for 20 minutes after I leave, and I STRESS SIT. I’ll be watching so I’ll know if you get out of this car early. And you better leave the candles in all night. I know where you live, so I MIGHT come check and make sure."

When he stepped out of the car he stood there for a few minutes listening to her whimper and cry softly. After a short time he heard her bowels expel the KY onto the seat and her ass. He smiled to himself as he walked away, knowing the incident much to degrading for her ever to tell the police much less a court of law.

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"Did you enjoy watching threw the back window?" The Rapist asked the man sitting in the passenger seat.

"Yeah." Replied the man as he stroked his cock through his pants, his white gold wedding band shining in the moonlight.

–– The End—

by Morbidreams

Great rape story by LUCKYTOM44

Sergeant Richards pulled his police car to the side of the road and shut off the engine. He could see the ambulance over by the jogging path where a bird watcher had found a naked girl laying in the grass, beaten and bleeding and apparently in shock. Steve was walking towards the scene when he saw the paramedics bringing the stretcher out of the bushes. The petite body under the sheet, the shape of the battered face, the color and length of the matted hair. Oh no! Oh God not Denise!

Officer Jerry Allen saw Steve break into a run towards the stretcher, saw the look of anguish on his face. Dropping his clipboard, he ran to intercept him before he reached the battered girl.

"Sarge!" Officer Allen yelled as he grabbed Steve. "Don’t!"

"Let go of me, Goddamn you!" Steve yelled as he tried to twist away. "Let the fuck go of me!"

"Sarge, listen to me! LISTEN! It’s not her! Do you hear me? IT’S NOT HER!!!"

Steve quit fighting and just looked at Officer Allen, confusion written on his face.

"I know." Jerry said. "I know. I thought it was Miss Rhodes when I first saw her, too. But it isn’t. She just looks a lot like Miss Rhodes."

"Are you sure? You’re not just….."

"No, Sarge, I’m not. This girls name is Cindy Hewlett. Her ID was in a small pocket on the inside of her running shorts. You okay? Maybe you should sit down."

"No, no. I’m okay. It was just……I’d better have a look at the crime scene."

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Steve was off duty and half way through his second Scotch when Denise slid onto the stool next to him.

"Screwdriver." she said to the bartender. "I hear you had a pretty bad day, Steve."

"Oh? And just what did you hear?"

"I stopped at the station to see you, but you were already gone. Officer Allen filled me in."

"Officer Allen seems to have a big mouth."

"Don’t be mad at him, Steve. He was just worried about you." The bartender set the drink in front of Denise, took three dollars from the money in front of Steve, and walked away.

Denise took a sip of her drink and considered her next words.

"I went to the park today, Steve. I just went to the wrong park. I was jogging in Jennings Park while that poor girl was being raped in Westview Park." She took another sip of her drink. "I found a pattern, Steve. Not much, but just enough that I figured the next rape would be in a park. If I’d only gone to the RIGHT park, that girl might be safe."

"If you had gone to the ‘right’ park, it might be YOU in critical condition. Look, I’m asking you to back off. Let the police handle this, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you."

"I know, Steve, and I appreciate it. I really do. Sometimes, though, sometimes you just have to…have to…"

"Yeah, kid. I know."

They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Denise finally broke the silence.

"Look, I was right about them hitting from a park this time. If they keep going the way I think they will, the next victim should be grabbed from a shopping centre. There are too many of those in the area for me to even GUESS which one it will be. Do you think you could have extra patrols assigned to watch those areas?"

"I was already planning to." Steve smiled at her. "Hey, I trust your instincts."

**********

It was nine days since Cindy Hewlett had been found in Westview Park and Dave, Jeff and Rudy were back on the streets, hunting their next victim. It was seven forty five at night as Dave cruised the stolen van through the parking lot of the Holstrum Shopping Centre. Jeff and Rudy rode in the rear, next to the sliding side door. All three were hungry for fresh meat.

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Ellen Mays was a cute fifteen year old freshman at Jackson City High School. She was also a part time employee at "The Shoppe", an ice cream parlor in the main concourse of the Holstrum Shopping Centre. Ellen worked after school from five to eight PM three nights a week, and was just finishing her shift.

Ellen was five foot four and a half and one hundred eight pounds. She had her long blond hair pulled back in a pony tail for work, held in place by a pink bow. She was dressed in the uniform of "The Shoppe", a short sleeve white shirt dress with a wide western style skirt held out by several layers of ruffled petticoats. A small pink apron and white flats completed the outfit.

"Good night, Miss Roberts." she said to the assistant manager.

"If you wait a few minutes, I’ll drive you to the bus stop." Janet Roberts offered.

"Oh, that’s okay. It’s only across the parking lot. It only takes me a couple of minutes to get there."

"Alright. Well, good night, Ellen. See you later."

Ellen didn’t think anything of the van slowly cruising down the aisle as she walked towards the bus stop. There were always cars driving around the parking lot at this time of night. She was thinking of what she would wear to school the next day as the van drew abreast of her.

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"Oh yeah! This looks good!" Dave grinned. He quickly scanned the rear view mirrors to make sure no one was behind them. "We have a go!! Easy, easy, NOW!"

Jeff and Rudy threw the side door open and leaped out of the van before Ellen realized what was going on. Her eyes looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car as they grabbed her and pulled her towards the van.

"NO!" she screamed "Oh GOD please NO! Let me GO! PLEASE let me GO!"

Ellen was thrown roughly into the van and Jeff and Rudy jumped in after her. They slammed the door closed as Dave hit the accelerator and headed for the nearest exit. Ellen was on her back on the floor of the van, Jeff and Rudy kneeling on each side of her, tearing at her dress. Ellen was swinging wildly with her arms and trying to kick them.

"AAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" Ellen screamed as Jeff and Rudy grabbed the front of her dress and pulled in opposite directions, tearing the dress open and peeling it from her body. Grabbing the light nylon bra, Jeff tore it from her body, exposing her bare breasts.

"STOP it! PLEASE stop it!" Ellen begged through her tears as Rudy ripped the petticoats from her body. Grabbing between her legs, he tore the crotch of her pantyhose open. Jeff pinned Ellen’s wrists to the floor above her head while Rudy forced himself between her legs.

"NO!" she screamed in panic. "Please NO! You CAN’T! Oh God PLEASE don’t! I’M ONLY FIFTEEN!"

Rudy was on top of her, pinning her to the cold steel floor and pushing into her as she continued screaming and fighting. Damn! She was so TIGHT! Rudy loved it when he got to bust open a virgin. He loved feeling them squirm under him. He loved hearing them scream and cry. He loved the way they reacted when he tore through their hymen.

"STOP IT! OH GOD STOP IT! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU’RE HURTING ME! NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE! EEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Ellen screamed at the top of her lungs, snapping her head back and arching her back in pain as Rudy drove completely into her, shattering her virginity and burying himself deep inside her.

"No-o-o-o! Oh no-o-o-o! P-please ST-STOP! Oh P-PLEASE!" Ellen pleaded as she continued twisting her body, trying to pull away from Rudy.

Rudy continued his assault on Ellen’s young body, pulling back so that only the head of his dick was still inside her, then driving full force into her. Ellen jumped in pain each time Rudy impaled her on his rock hard meat. She didn’t know how much more she could stand.

"STOP IT! UUUHHH…..UUUHHH….UUUHHH OH G-GOD! OH G-GOD! N-NO MORE! AAAHHHHHHH! P-PLEASE N-NO MORE! UUUHHH…UUUHHH…UUUHHH"

Rudy began driving into Ellen with an ever increasing frenzy. He was groaning with pleasure as he brutalized the young body that was twitching and quivering under him. His hands groped her breasts, twisting and squeezing them unmercifully. He wormed one hand underneath her buttocks. He loved the way she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed in pain when he jammed his finger up into her asshole.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh yeah!" Rudy began moaning. Ellen may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew instinctively that Rudy was coming close to orgasm. The thought of him putting his sperm inside of her both sickened and terrified her.

"Don’t c-cum in me! P-please! Oh please don’t c-c-cum in m-me!" Ellen stammered through her tears as Rudy fucked her harder and faster. He drove into her over and over as his breathing sped up. She could feel him swelling inside her as he grunted on top of her.

"Uuuhhh….uuuhhh… n-no ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh… p-please ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh….. d-don’t ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh… c-cum …uuuhhh…uuuhhh… i-in ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh…. m-me! …uuuhhh…uuuhhh…. Oh n-no! …uuuhhh…uuuhhh…. Oh no! …uuuhhh…uuuhhh… OH NO! NO DOOOONNN’TTTOOOHHHHHHGODDDDDNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Ellen screamed in misery as she felt the heat of Rudy’s sperm flooding her insides. He was grunting and moaning on top of her, pumping cum into her with every inward thrust. Over and over he pounded into her until he finally collapsed on top of her with a groan of satisfaction.

Lifting himself up, Rudy pulled his softening dick out of Ellen and began fastening his trousers. Moving next to Jeff, Rudy grabbed Ellen’s wrists, keeping them pinned as Jeff began undoing his trousers.

"Oh God no! P-please d-don’t! Not again! Leave me alone! P-please LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ellen screamed as Jeff began forcing his way between her legs. She was twisting and kicking, trying her best to fight off her attackers, but it was hopeless. In no time, she was pinned under Jeff’s body as his dick snaked it’s way up inside her.

"Stop it! P-PLEASE st-stop it! It h-hurts! Oh G-god it h-h-HURTS!" Ellen was sobbing uncontrollably as Jeff drove himself into her repeatedly. He clamped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered and tried twisting her head away as his tongue darted around hers.

"Damn!" Jeff groaned. "Oh damn is she tight!" Even after being used by Rudy, Ellen’s freshly busted vagina fit tightly around Jeff’s meat, almost seeming to milk him as he moved inside her. He dropped his head, sucking and chewing on her breasts as he continued raping her. Ellen’s tears rolled down the side of her face as Jeff continued his assault, driving into her with increasing viciousness. She could feel him approaching orgasm as his breathing became ragged.

"Nnoooo. Ohhhhh nnnooooooo!" Ellen moaned as she felt Jeff blowing his load deep inside her trembling body. She felt the heat of his cum spraying her insides as he pumped wave after sickening wave of his filth into her. Jeff finished draining the last of his cum into her with a groan of pure pleasure.

Jeff had just finished fastening his trousers when he heard Dave swear and felt the van suddenly accelerate.

"Fuck!" Dave yelled. "We got cops on our tail!"

Jeff and Rudy looked out the rear windows of the van and saw the flashing blue lights of the patrol car that was in pursuit. They knew they were in trouble. There was no way a van could outrun a hopped-up police car.

"Grab the cunt!" Dave yelled back. "When I take the next left, throw her ass out!"

Ellen’s eyes bulged when she heard Dave’s instructions. They couldn’t be serious! They COULDN’T throw her out of a moving vehicle!

After opening the sliding side door on the van, Jeff and Rudy each grabbed one of Ellen’s arms and pulled her to her feet. They pulled her towards the door wearing nothing but her white, flat shoes and torn pantyhose. Ellen tried pulling away from the door, terror gripping her heart.

"OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU JUST CAN’T! PLEASE DON’T" Ellen was screaming and crying, pleading with animals who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘mercy’.

"NOW!" Dave screamed as he tapped the brakes and went into a tight left turn. Ellen’s own scream pierced the night as Jeff and Rudy, without hesitation, threw the terrified girl out the door of the careening van.

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Officer James Duncan had been parked on Layton Avenue when the van had cruised past him. The vehicle matched the description of one reported as stolen earlier in the day. Noting the license plate number on the van, Officer Duncan checked the ‘hot sheet’ and found a match. Dropping the police car into gear, he activated the lights and siren.

"Central, Unit Seven." he spoke into the radio microphone.

"Unit Seven, this is Central. Go ahead."

"Central, Unit Seven. I am in pursuit of a stolen 1997 Dodge van, license number Victor Echo Charles two-six-five, westbound on Layton approaching Third."

"Seven, Central, ten-four. All units, all units, this is Central. Unit Seven is in pursuit of a stolen 1997 Dodge van, license Victor Echo Charles two-six-five westbound on Layton approaching Third. All units stand by to assist."

"Central, Unit Seven. Stolen vehicle is turning south off Layton onto Third. Van is…OH JESUS CHRIST!! CENTRAL! THE BASTARDS THREW SOMEONE OUT OF THE VAN! I NEED AN AMBULANCE AT LAYTON AND THIRD ASAP! TERMINATING PURSUIT!"

Officer Duncan slid the car to a stop and leaped out. Running to the battered, near naked form laying on the tree lawn, he knelt down to check her pulse. She was still alive, probably because she had landed on the soft grass rather than the concrete. He covered her with a blanket from the trunk of his cruiser. Officer Duncan then keyed the mike on his portable radio and called in this new information, letting Central know that they were in all likelihood chasing the serial rapists that had been terrorizing the area.

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Denise was nearly ready for bed when her intercom buzzed. It was nearly eleven o’clock, late for visitors. She pressed the button on the box and said "Yes?"

"Denise. It’s Steve. I have to talk to you."

"Sure. Come on up." She pressed another button on the box to unlock the lobby door. Steve was up in a minute, and the look on his face told Denise that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Steve was pacing back and forth, unable to settle down.

"The bastards hit again. They pulled a fifteen year old girl into a stolen van and raped her. When one of our cruisers got on their tail, they THREW THE GIRL OUT AT NEARLY FIFTY MILES AN HOUR! The motherfuckers did it just to get our cruiser to terminate the chase!"

"Oh God! How is she?" Denise felt sick.

"Alive. No thanks to those cocksuckers! They have to be stopped! I don’t care how, I don’t care where! These rotten bastards have to be stopped NOW!"

**********

Denise put a great deal of thought into the outfit she wore that night. She had to look as much like a teenager as possible. She put on a short, light blue denim mini-skirt with a white silk blouse and a light pink V-necked sweater. She carefully considered what shoes to wear, and selected a pair of white two and a half inch heels with straps to buckle around her ankles. The shoes were an important selection. Sneakers would allow better mobility, but were soft soled. Regular three to four inch high heels had the hard heel, but the heels were also thin and unstable in situations requiring fast movement. The heels on the shoes she selected were hard and approximately an inch wide, plus the ankle straps would add to the stability.

Denise clipped a standard inside-the-waistband holster to her skirt, just a little in front of her left hip for a cross draw with her right hand. She checked the Kel-Tec .32 to insure the magazine was fully loaded with seven rounds and an eighth round was in the chamber. Satisfied, she slipped it into the holster and pulled her sweater over it.

She was almost to the door when she turned around. There was one more thing she wanted to take with her. A gift from a friend.

**********

Denise was sure that she was right, and that the rapists would continue following their pattern. She had no doubt that the three were waiting in or near an alley for their next victim. The question was, what alley? Denise had no way of knowing, so she played a hunch. These animals always grabbed young girls, either high school students or not long graduated. Since there was a dance at the Jackson City High School that night, it seemed logical that the rapists would select the surrounding area to hunt in.

Denise had been walking the streets for nearly two hours. She was breaking every safety rule that should be followed to avoid becoming a rape victim. She was alone, walking the dark, empty streets rather than those that were well lit and crowded. After all, if she was going to find her prey, then she had to hunt in their turf.

Always aware of her surroundings, Denise saw the slight movement ahead. Someone had peeked around the wall of the alley, and then pulled back. Denise took a deep breath and sighed as she continued walking towards the alley. Showtime!

As Denise passed the mouth of the alley, the three assailants struck. Denise dropped her purse as Jeff and Rudy grabbed her and began dragging her into the alley. A hand was clamped over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Dave bent to retrieve the purse and take a quick look around to insure that they hadn’t been seen before retreating into the alley himself.

Jeff and Rudy had Denise nearly to the rear of the alley, pulling her out of sight behind the dumpster. Rudy released his grip on Denise, allowing Jeff to hold her as he stepped in front of her and drew back his fist to hit her. Before he could strike, Denise’s foot flashed out, driving into Rudy’s crotch. As Rudy doubled up and dropped to his knees, Denise shifted her hips to the left and drove her clenched fist down and back into Jeff’s balls. As Jeff began bending forward from the pain, Denise’s fist flashed back up, driving the back of her knuckles into Jeff’s nose, breaking the bone and knocking him backwards.

Denise heard Dave begin running towards the rear of the alley. She spun and stepped out from behind the dumpster, her hand going to the pistol under her sweater. Dave was within ten feet when Denise fired twice, hitting him in the forehead with both shots and dropping him to the ground. Denise was turning to face the remaining two attackers when a brick sailed through the air, smashing into her hand and knocking the little pistol from her grip. Rudy followed the brick he had thrown and plowed into Denise, driving her against the brick wall. He drove his fist into Denise’s stomach, but she had tensed her muscles against the blow, limiting it’s effectiveness. Straightening the fingers of her right hand and locking them stiff, she drove the tips into the V at the base of Rudy’s throat, knocking him backwards across the alley.

"POLICE! FREEZE!" the voice boomed through the alley just as Jeff grabbed Denise from behind, putting a knife to her throat.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE PIG! ONE MOVE AND I CUT HER FUCKING THROAT!" Jeff screamed back.

The alley was deathly still for the barest of seconds. Jeff had his right arm around Denise’s waist, his left hand holding the switchblade knife to her throat. Rudy was frozen in a crouch, his eyes darting back and forth between the big cop and the small automatic laying near the alley wall. Sergeant Steve Richards stood spread legged, the .357 magnum revolver held in front of him in a two handed combat grip. And then the alley exploded in action.

Reaching up with both hands, Denise grabbed Jeff’s left wrist, twisting the knife away from her throat. At the same instant, her right foot came up and kicked back and down, the hard heel of her shoe catching him just below the knee and raking down his shin until it smashed into his instep, breaking the bone in his foot. As Jeff screamed in pain and released his grip on Denise, she dove sideways and down, out of the line of fire. Steve’s .357 roared twice, knocking Jeff backwards as Rudy came up with Denise’s .32 automatic from the alley floor. Before he could fire, Denise, laying on her back, fired twice with the small pistol she had pulled from the front pocket of her jean skirt, striking Rudy in the side with both shots. At almost the same instant, Steve fired twice, striking Rudy in the chest with the heavy bullets and knocking him to the ground.

It was over in less than ten seconds from the time Steve had yelled ‘freeze’. All three rapists lay dead on the ground. Steve walked over to Denise and helped her up.

"You okay, kid?" he asked.

"Yeah. I’m fine." Denise replied. "You know, you’re really good at tailing people. Even though I KNEW you were behind me somewhere, I couldn’t spot you."

"That was the whole idea. If YOU couldn’t spot me, neither could THEY." Steve indicated the bodies littering the alley.

Denise looked at the pistol in her hand, a small two shot over/under derringer chambered for the same .32 caliber ammunition that her automatic used. "I was right, Steve. This IS the nicest birthday present I ever received."