Rape Stories.

It had been a few weeks since I had won my original bet with Sandie and had visited her and had my way with her. While watching my asian rape video of her that I had made of our encounter one night, I decided to try and somehow have sex with Sandie while she was awake so I could her moans and see her expressions of joy.

One day while I was at work, a friend of mine named Alex who was a private investigator called and asked me if I knew a woman named Sandie who worked for my company.

I told him that I did and he proceeded to explain that Sandie’s boyfriend had hired him to do a background check on her and that while checking her out he noticed that she worked for the same company that I did and wanted to see if I knew anything that could help him out.

I told Alex that she was a very nice person and that she wasn’t the type to cheat on her boyfriend.

He thanked me and told me that her boyfriend was almost twice Sandie’s age but was a corporate executive with a major film studio and had been burned before by " gold diggers" and wanted to make sure Sandie wasn’t cheating on him and that she didn’t have any skeletons in her closet.

I asked him if I could look at Sandie’s bio folder of information he had found out about her because I was curious and he agreed only as long as I didn’t show anyone.

The fax arrived minutes later and I snatched it up and packed it in my briefcase and read it when I got home. It seems that Sandie’s parents still lived in Korea and that they were very powerful figures in the government there. Her older brother lived in a different city and was a running for a seat in the Senate. Her younger sister lived in the same city as Sandie and was trying to get into medical school.

I put down the fax and put in my porno movie I had rented earlier and pulled out Sandie’s white panty out of my underwear drawer and stripped naked and layer down on my bed to watch the movie. The movie was about a woman being blackmailed into becoming a porno queen and I masturbated with Sandie’s panty wrapped around my cock until it exploded all over her panty. All of a sudden it hit me, I know knew how I could get sex with Sandie. I would blackmail her into being my sex toy.

A few days later I ran into Sandie at work and asked her about a double or nothing bet since she had not paid her previous debt. She was an avid Laker basketball fan and they were playing that night so I took the other team and the loser would have to treat to dinner.

She accepted the bet and joked that I was a sucker for betting against the Lakers.

I smiled as I walked away and thought that either way I was gonna win something.

The next day at work Sandie comes to my desk with a grin on her face and demands that I take her out Friday night since the Lakers kicked ass last night and her boyfriend would be out of town. With a fake frown I told her I would pick her up at 7:00 Friday night but my cock was bulging in my pants.

Friday night comes and I pick Sandie up and take her to a nice Mexican restaurant on the beach. I had my friend Alex show up and send us two drinks. The waiter dropped off the drinks and explained that a man at the bar requested them for us.

Sandie asked if I knew him and I told her I did not and returned the question, and she said she didn’t know him either.

The drinks came with a note saying " To a wonderful couple and a grand evening!" Sandie blushed as I read her the note and we glanced back at the bar Alex was gone on cue.

I told her he must of mistaken us for someone else and that we should drink to our good fortune. She raised her drink and gulped it down, exclaiming that she liked the taste. After an hour or so of conversation we decided to leave and watch a video at her condo. We picked up a comedy from the video store and arrived at her place.

Sandie put on the video and before the previews of other movies were done she passed out. My friend Alex had put some GHB into her drink and know Sandie was at my mercy. I went to my car and took out a suitcase I had packed for the evening, it contained everything I needed to make Sandie my slave. I proceeded to video myself with Sandie in many different sexual positions and took pictures of her bond tightly with my rope in different positions as well. I packed up my suitcase and returned it to my car and returned to Sandie’s room. I had her naked in her bed and had stolen the black lace panty she was wearing and packed it in my suitcase to replace her cum covered white panty at my house.

Sandie awoke the next morning with me naked in her bed and screamed. I awoke and both covered our naked bodies. We tried to figure out what happened and put on our clothes and found a note with a cd on the floor.

The note instructed us to load the cd into Sandie’s computer which was in her bedroom. On the cd were images of the two of us in her bed together which I had recorded and then using her own computer had recorded onto the cd. It also had pictures of Sandie alone in bondage which she was tied up in various positions. At the end of the picture segment a note flashed on the screen instructing us to tell nobody and that unless we wanted the pictures published over the internet or on the company website we would have to obey the following conditions.

"Master Lust" as the screen flashed was our master and we would have to obey him or else. Sandie cried and I held her and asked her what she wanted to do. I can’t let those pictures get out, my family would never understand and they would be embarrassed by them and her boyfriend would drop her in a heartbeat.

I agreed and told her I would help her since I felt guilty about being in the pictures as well. She comforted me and said that it was not my fault that we were both duped into this and that we would have to obey until we found a way out.

The cd ended with a request that to show our good faith we would have to record a homemade porno and drop it off at a park my 3:00 pm. We looked at the clock and it was 10:35 am, I asked her what she wanted to do and she replied that we would have to comply. Sandie brought out her camcorder and put it on a tripod facing her bed. She told me to undress and come to her, Master Lust demanded not only a porno, but a porno in which a cum in all her Sandie’s orifice’s. We only had about two hours of filming time because the park we were instructed to deliver the video was about 20 minutes away and I had to cum in her mouth, pussy, and ass.

Sandie took my limp cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me the blowjob of a lifetime. Her head bobbed up in down as my cock was hard in no time. She used her hand as well as her mouth and in no time my cock exploded into her mouth. Sandie tried to swallow all of the cum but she couldn’t handle it all and some trickled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek. Sandie paused the camcorder and I proceeded to clean of my cock in the bathroom while Sandie rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash. That episode only took less than 30 minutes and she rushed me back on the bed. Sandie hit the record button on the camcorder and returned to the bed laying down beside me. I lowered my head down to her pussy and sucked her pussy like a starving man eating food. Sandie grabbed my head and started to moan and buck her hips. I ate her pussy for a few minutes and then pulled her on top of me. Sandie bounced up and down on my cock and I watched her tits jiggle up and down.

I pulled her chest to my mouth and proceeded to suck her left breast and she screamed " oh yes! Suck my tits, I love to have my tits sucked!"

Taking her cue, I grabbed her right nipple and pinched it making her beg for more.

A few moments later she pulled away and screamed " I’m going to cum please kiss me!!!!

I pulled her mouth to mine and rammed my tongue down her throat and her moans reached a high pitch and her pussy contracted so tight around my cock that I knew she was cumming and my cock exploded deep into her pussy. Sandie collapsed on top of me and then paused the camcorder again.

We both entered the bathroom again to clean up again and she told me she was amazed at how fast I could "recover" for sex.

I complimented her on her blowjob and how tight her pussy was while was cumming. That episode had taken 40 more minutes and Sandie indicated that she was nervous about the next one because she had never had anal sex.

I tried to ease her fears and told her I would take my time and slowly enter her ass. We both showered to clean up for the last episode and give me time to "recover" again.

I asked Sandie to wear some lingerie to help stimulate my cock to get erect again. She put on a pink satin negligee with a matching panty and my cock started to grow as soon as I saw her in her outfit. She hit the record button and joined my on the bed and I pulled her into a 69 position with her ass facing the camera. I pulled her panty to the side and proceeded to lick her pussy while she sucked my cock. We both let out high pinched moans as we both pleased each other orally. I pushed my tongue up to her asshole and she let put a surprised groan but kept sucking my cock.

I inserted two fingers into her juicy pussy and then using her pussy juice to lubricate her anus I inserted a finger into it. She stopped sucking my tool and yelled for more, I instructed her to remove her panty only and face the camera with her ass in the air facing my erect cock. I shoved my cock deep into her pussy taking her by surprise to lube it and plunged it all the way in over and over until it was covered by her juices. I pulled it out and slowly pushed it into her virgin asshole, she turned to me and requested that I be gentle.

After I had half of my member in her ass I reamed it deep into her ass in one motion and she screamed " yes, yes, I love it in my ass!!! I banged her faster and faster, I was amazed at how loose her ass was for a virgin but I remembered I had plugged her ass with a large dildo before and that probably loosened her ass.

I had to attend a two day training seminar with a co-worker named Sandie. She was a sexy Korean woman 5’6 " 110lbs with great legs and ass and gorgeous face. Sandie only lacked tits, her probably b-cup breasts were good enough for me though. Anyway I volunteered to drive her to the seminar both days and on the way to the first day we talked in my car. Sandie told me that she lived with her boyfriend and that he travelled allot and was out of town for a week.

The seminar was very dry as expected and I took Sandie out to lunch during our lunch break. She only ordered a salad and I asked her why and she replied that she was going to start working out again starting tonight. I told her she looked fine and did not need to work out but she told me she used to work out allot but stopped and wanted to tone up her body. That gave me an idea, I played dumb and asked her what time she was planning on working out as if I could join her. She replied right after we got back from the seminar for about a hour and a half.

I told her that I had plans until later tonight and did not wish for her to wait in case I was delayed. I warned her not to work out too much because her body would be sore the next day and she assured me that would not be the case because she was in decent shape and would not extend herself too much. I bet her lunch that some part of her body would be sore tomorrow and she accepted.

The seminar ended and I dropped Sandie off at her condo and rushed home to fill my travel bag with a few goodies and returned to her place within an hour. I found her door and knocked on it to make sure nobody was home. With no reply I picked her door lock and entered. I went straight to her refrigerator and took her bottle of milk out and added a few drops of GHB from my bag into it and shook it to mix the contents up. Sandie had earlier disclosed to me that she always drank a cup of warm milk before she went to sleep. I entered her bedroom and snooped around for a few minutes. I found a good hiding spot in her closet which had a great view of her bathroom and shower.

After what seemed forever, Sandie returned home and I watched her as she stripped her workout clothes in front of the bathroom and put them in her clothes hamper and proceeded to take her shower. I came out of my hiding spot and brought out my camcorder and zoomed in Sandie while she was taking her shower. My cock was hard from watching her strip and now observing her shower. She finished her shower and I was forced to return to my hiding spot in her closet. Sandie changed into her pyjamas (red silk top and bottom) and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

I had to wait two more hours as Sandie ate dinner, washed the dishes, watched her TV, and called her boyfriend on the phone. I forgot to anticipate this delay and had to slip into her bathroom and tale a leak in her bathtub and rinse in down with water as she washed her dishes. Sandie finally entered her bedroom with her cup of milk and after drinking it all she brushed her teeth and went to sleep.

I waited half an hour foot the GHB to take effect and then using my cell phone called Sandie’s phone number. The phone next to her bed began to ring and I waited. After letting it ring ten times I was sure she was asleep so I hung up my phone and went to Sandie to check. I shook her body and she did not awaken, I guessed that she would be out for a few hours. I went to her clothes hamper and returned with her dirty panties and bras. I set up my camcorder in front of her bed with a tripod to record the evenings events. I looked through her drawers and also brought out Sandie’s clean panties and put them with her used ones next to her on the bed.

I stripped her pyjamas off revealing a white satin bra and matching underwear. I joined her in her bed and pulled her limp body on top of mine and turned on my camcorder with my remote. The camcorder recorded Sandie’s body on top of me while a fondled her ass thru her white panty. I then turned her body around as if we were in a sixty-nine position and I gripped her head with my hands keeping her face out of sights as I parted her panty and sucked her pussy and bucked my cock in her face.

Her pussy was wet with my saliva and her juice so I inserted a black dildo in her pussy and used her panty to keep it in place. I placed her body to her original position with her feet facing the camcorder and I stripped naked and placed my cock in front of her mouth and dangled it on her lips. I moved her hands and slid them both down the top of her panty and on top of her black bush. What a sight, my cock on her lips and her hands down her own underwear with a black dildo bulging from her pussy area. I then moved Sandie to the side of her bed and put her with her knees on the floor, her face on the bed, and her ass exposed. I grabbed two her dirty panties and put them in her mouth (crouch first of course) and pulled down her white panty enough to expose her anus but not enough to let her black dildo fall out of her pussy. Lubing up my cock with some ky jelly, I slowing entered Sandies poop shoot. Her ass was tight and it took a few minutes before I her ass would take my full six inch tool. With my cock impaled in her asshole, I removed the dildo and replaced it with a bigger and thicker black vibrator.

My cock was slowly squeezed tighter as her pussy devoured the vibrator. When it was finally in all the way my cock was under so much pressure I was ready to explode in her ass, so I waited a few minutes and then turned on the vibrator. It was such a sensation on my cock to feel the vibrations from her pussy due to the vibrator that after a few pumps in her ass my cock exploded in her butt. I removed my limp cock from her ass and replaced it with to vibrator and replaced her original black dildo in her stretched out pussy, pulling her panty over them to hold them in her orifices. I pulled her body back on her bed on marvelled at her sexy body with her panties still in her mouth and two dark objects covered by her white panty.

My bag contained a pair of adjustable nipple clamps which I then proceeded to my on Sandies’s small tits. I adjusted the clamps as tight as I could and pulled on them stretching her breasts, I’m glad she was unconscious because she would of been screaming otherwise. My cock slowly began to spring back up, so I gripped all her remaining soiled panties and stuffed them in my mouth and straddled her body and jacked off with my cock wrapped with her clean panties until my cock sprayed her breasts with cum.

I removed Sandie’s panty gag and pulled her white panty off to remove her two "plugs" from her. As I removed her butt plug, a small amount of cum seeped out and I rubbed it all over her ass. I found another white panty like the one she was wearing, so after the her ass was dry I put them on her body and the "used" panty in my bag. I removed the clamps from her tits which had some cum on them so I rubbed them off on some of her clean panty crouches. I massaged her tits to dry off my cum and to spread it around her whole breasts. I proceeded to clean up by replacing her panties to where I had borrowed them and put Sandie´s pyjamas back on and left with my token white panty and video tape.

The next morning I picked up Sandie and on the way to the seminar she revealed that she had lost the bet.

I asked her what was wrong and she just sheepishly said that she was sore in spots she never was before.

I thought to myself, "I wonder if her tits and ass were sore" and asked her if she wanted to let the bet ride and double or nothing.

She accepted the bet but asked if we could schedule it later because she would not be able to work out for the next few days.

I gladly accepted and told her "I looked forward to our next bet!"

Rape Story by Beginner

My name is Sam, and I’m a rapist. I’m only telling you this because you’re tied up like a fucking hog right now and can do nothing but maybe piss your pants out of fear, and listen to my confession.

Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone, and I don’t plan on it. Death is not fun to me. What’s fun to me is causing pain and humiliation to women. Preferably young women. The younger the better. I love seeing their eyes well up with tears, their faces grimacing in pain, or contorted beyond recognition with absolute agony. I love the moaning and screaming that comes with the sensation of pain. It gets me off.

Just to let you know, I’m going to break you. Fuck you til you bleed. Make you wish you were dead. But not yet – first I want to tell you a story.

It was fifteen years ago, and I was an eighteen-year-old virgin, just finished high school, with the world at my feet. I had a girlfriend, let’s call her Anne. She was fifteen years old. She went to the school I’d just graduated from and was the old cliché: slim, blonde, stacked, a cheerleader to boot. I used to moon over her like a fucking pansy, drowning in those clear green eyes of hers, letting her rub herself up against my cock as we made out, but always respecting her and pulling back when she invariably said “no”. The bitch loved to tease me. She’d flick that pink tongue in and out of my mouth, she’d let me feel her tits (under the sweater, over the bra); she’d gingerly stroke my cock until it was twitching in her hand…. And then the date would be over and I’d be left to masturbate bitterly in my bedroom and wonder why, why, why my girl was such a prick tease.

After three months of this teasing I walked around with my balls a permanent shade of pale blue. I started to punch walls, and drink my dad’s whiskey. I was uptight, man, really fucking uptight, and this little cunt was all to blame. I was leaving for college in a month and I knew – just knew! – that the worthless bitch wasn’t going to give it up. She was going to tease me cross-eyed and then move on to a guy her own age, and do it all over again. Why do chicks do that? They must know it will only end in trouble – every man has his breaking point, never forget that.

So one night she invites me over to her house. Her parents are out for the evening, won’t be home til midnight, blah blah blah. I go over there and she’s cooked me this fabulous meal – roast beef, potatoes, the works, and she’s in this little cotton dress, nipples poking through the material, no panties on. We eat and watch some TV for a while, me lying on the couch with her curled up in my arms. She can’t miss my 9-inch cock erect against her back, but she manages to ignore it. She does, however, start rubbing her nipples through her shirt, almost absently. My cock twitches against her and I can see that she’s smiling to herself, probably thinking: “I’m such a little cock tease, let’s see if I can make him cum in his pants.”
We turn the TV off and start making out on the couch, her lying on top of me, me underneath thinking: “Finally it’s gonna happen!” She is sitting on my legs, her thighs on either side of me, and they’re bare and just slightly plump – young girl legs, you know? Of course you know- you got a pretty good set of ‘em yourself.

She’s grinding her cunt on my crotch, I’ve still got my jeans on, but my cock is straining to get out of there, it looks like I’ve pitched a fucking tent. So I go to undo the zipper and she says: “Come to my room.” And skips up the stairs with her dress flipping up as she runs! I catch a glimpse of snatch and am running after her like a robot trained to run after snatch. Which I guess is what every man is, really.

Anyway, we get to her bedroom and I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her really roughly, tongues down each other’s throats, and she jumps up and puts her legs around me! I push her into the wall, and we grind on each other for a few minutes, then I toss her onto her bed and she lands on her back. I take off my jeans and she lifts up her dress, and I’m just about to jump her when she says: “I think we should stop.”
“You’re joking”, I say, cock in hand, jeans around my ankles. Her dress is up around her waist, legs slightly apart, I can see her hairless cunt shining wetly in the dim light from outside the window, and she says no?

“I’m not joking, Sam. I’m scared. I don’t want to go all the way.” She looks like she’s trying not to smirk, and that’s when I snap. I pounce on her, and grab her wrists in a vice grip, push them above her head and down onto the mattress. She’s pinned.
“YOU are a fucking TEASE!” I shout into her ear. She’s moaning now, writhing, in a little bit of pain from the pressure I’m putting on her wrists.
“Sam, stop it!” She cries. See, she’s not used to not being in control. She’d gotten so accustomed to me respecting her wishes that she didn’t know what to do with herself once I responded differently.

I let go of her wrists and get off her, and she sits up, punching me in the chest with her skinny little arms. “You JERK! It’s over!” she cries. She looks defiant now; angry. But I can see the fear that remains. She can’t hide it from me completely – her green eyes are too honest.

She gets up to run past me, out of the bedroom, and something in me – I like to think of it as the animal – makes my hand into a fist and punches her in the stomach. I pull it at the last second so she’s only winded, doubled up, in shock. I push her onto the floor and she crouches there on her hands and knees, trying to get her breath back. Suddenly she’s not the uppity little princess. Suddenly she’s a bitch in heat, on the floor, in shock and pain and utterly helpless.

I kneel behind her, and lift up her dress, exposing that little pink pussy. “What are you-“ she begins, but I grab her long blonde hair and yank it hard, so her head arches up painfully behind her.
“Shut up or I will kill you.” I say in a calm voice, and she shuts up. I hold her hair tight with one hand, and put the other on her hip, pulling her ass back while my cock strains forward. Finally I get to feel that snatch on my cock and it’s heaven! She’s hot, wet and amazingly tight. I slide deeper into her, slowly, gently, and feel a resistance. She’s a virgin! Excellent. I take my cock out of her, and she starts to speak. Probably to thank me for not going all the way, but she doesn’t get to say a word, because I pull her hair hard again, and all she does is gasp. Then I shove my cock into her – hard. She screams in pain – my cock is big and it’s just forced its way through her hymen and deep into her cunt, right up to the hilt. I own her, and that knowledge pushes me into what I like to call Rapist mode. I pound her, pulling her hair, pinching her ass, slapping her, calling her a worthless cunt, rubbing her, hurting her and loving it. But what’s this? The bitch likes it! She starts to push back against my cock, in time with my thrusts. The little fucking slut is enjoying it!

For some reason this doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to suffer first for what she did to me – all those months of torture! So I pull out of her, and shove myself into her tight puckered little asshole. She squeals like a stuck pig now, which I guess is what she is. Her anal opening is so tight it’s painful for me to thrust in there, but I know that the pain I feel is tiny compared to hers, so that spurs me on. After a minute or two her ass muscles relax a tiny bit and allow me to plunge in and out of her with abandon. I grab both her ass cheeks with my hands now, and she hangs her head in defeat, crying salt tears onto her bedroom floor, moaning softly, a beaten animal. I finally cum, pumping hot semen deep into her bowels, and as I ejaculate I make a loud, primal cry of triumph.

When I withdraw from her ass she collapses onto the floor, sobbing, all curled up in a foetal position. Poor little cherub! I go down to the garage and grab some rope, come back up and she is still there. I think she is in shock. I tie her wrists and ankles togethe r – much like I’ve tied yours now – and just touch her for a while. I try out different things to elicit pain – a tweak of the nipple, a bite on the clit, even a cigarette lighter to singe her pubes. I start to spank her hard on the butt, until I can see red hand marks on her skin. I punch her in the back, hard enough to hurt, maybe to bruise, but not hard enough to badly hurt or disfigure her.

I go to her dresser and pick up some random objects – a candle, a bottle of soda, and take turns sticking those and other things up her asshole and cunt. After about twenty minutes I find myself getting hard again, so I turn her onto her back and fuck her missionary style, nice and slow. She has her eyes closed by now, and is completely submissive and silent. I like how there’s a point where a bitch will stop hating you with her expression, words or actions, where she will just succumb like the slave she is, like the whore all women secretly are. I take her nice and slow, enjoying her sucking cunt around my cock, enjoying the whipped-dog expression on her face. She wasn’t a person in her own right anymore, just a victim. A cunt to fuck. An ass to rape. An object to bring me pleasure.

I pinch her nipples and fuck her harder, pumping into her until my balls are tight and my dick feels like it will explode. I fuck her fast now, one hand between our slick flesh, rubbing her clit roughly, the other hand slapping her across the face and pinching her nipples. I loved the combination of good and bad feelings I must have been causing her. I made sure she came just before I did, and the look on her face as she realised she was about to orgasm was priceless. She wasn’t even in control of her body anymore! After her cunt was filled with my sperm I made her lick my cock clean, then I slapped her around a bit more, just to scare her up again, and finally went home to bed.

I never saw her again, until last night. I had kept tabs on her life through mutual friends all these years. I had heard that she dropped out of school and disappeared for a while. Then I heard she was a stripper. Then a hooker. Then nothing for years, until last week when her brother John and I ran into each other at the mall. She’s a respectable woman now, with a daughter and a husband and her own business.

I have to check this out, I think to myself, so I stake out her house one afternoon, and then I see her coming down the street in a fucking school uniform! Except she’s still fifteen! The illusion breaks and I realize it’s you, honey. Your long legs, not hers. Your pouting lips and long blonde hair, not hers. Once I grab you and put you in my van I realise that you have brown eyes, not green ones. Brown eyes just like me. How old are you again? Fifteen… mm, the timing sounds right.
You’d think that I’d let you go, you being my blood and all. Unfortunately for you, this is my favorite fantasy yet.
Just you wait. I’ve learned a few tricks since I raped your mother.

by Ripefrite

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WARNING: This story contains explicit descriptions of non-consensual sexual activity, including rape. If that’s not something you want to read, then go elsewhere. If it offends you, then go elsewhere. If you’re not of adult age, then go elsewhere. If you can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality then get help immediately. Rape is an evil crime, and anyone who even contemplates it in real life is in urgent need of professional help. If you know a rapist, report them to the police. Now. —STORY STARTS—

"No-one deserves to be raped" – that’s what everyone says. But I reckon these people haven’t seen a young girl by the name of Sally Fletcher recently. They wouldn’t have, of course, as she’s not in a position to go out these days. Still, that wasn’t always the case. How about I tell you what happened…

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I’d just recently moved to Baytown, and didn’t really know anyone in the place. Hell, when you set up on your own at 16 you do feel pretty insecure, no matter how much bravado you put on, and when your house is an old, isolated place deep in the woods it’s even worse. So I was happy to get started at Baytown High School on 1st September. There’s no need to describe the place too lengthily – it was your average school in an average town, with a couple of ugly brick buildings, a field, some bike sheds – the usual crap.

Anyway, my route home was around a mile and a half – not that far, especially here in Britain where we don’t go into a panic at the thought of a 400 yard walk to the shops – through pretty dense woods almost all the way. And for the first mile or so the path was lined on either side by thick bushes, before my long private drive branched off to the left and the public path continued to the next town. I thought about how much fun it would be to hide behind one of those bushes and spy on any girls who walked by – at that point that’s all I was thinking about doing.

On my second day at Baytown, I was waiting at the Coke machine in the sixth form common room behind a blonde girl who was taking one hell of a time to decide what drink to get. After a couple of minutes of this, I said, pretty politely I thought, "excuse me, can you hurry up a bit please?", to which the girl replied, "Fuck off, twat. I was here first, motherfucker". The other people in the room all started laughing – at me. This got me seriously annoyed, and so when she finally got her can, I glared after her as she went.

In one second my life changed. "Fucking hell!" was all I could think. This was no ordinary girl – it was Sally Fletcher! The youngest girl in the sixth form, with her 16th birthday on 31st August, just one day before the start of term, she also had the most incredible tits I’d ever seen. They weren’t just big, they were enormous – she had to be a 38DD at the most conservative estimates, probably more like a 40E. The Baytown school uniform dress, which had been the same for many years, had obviously been designed to hide the shape of a girl’s body, but it was a lost cause in Sally’s case. She’d been here two days, and already was universally known as "Tits".

I had to get my revenge on the little bitch for the way she’d humiliated me, and my chance wasn’t long in coming. I looked her up in the phone book (amazingly, she wasn’t ex-directory) and saw that she lived pretty close to me. That meant she’d have to come home through those woods! There’d usually be other people about, but on Fridays, she came home a little late because of netball training. Sally didn’t know it yet, but she was about to get into real trouble.

* * *

By four that Friday, all the normal school traffic had died down, and so I could get along the path without being noticed. I wore my normal non-school clothes, but carried a large rucksack, in which I had put things I thought I might need for the "main event". Then, I found a big bush that I could easily crouch behind and waited. About 15 minutes later, along came Sally. It was a hot day, and so she wasn’t wearing a coat – just that school dress – though she also had a big bag, in which I assumed she was carrying her school stuff and netball outfit. Her massive breasts strained at the thin fabric of the dress in a way that made me have to think quite hard not to lose control and leap out on the busty vixen there and then. I restrained myself though – this had to be organized perfectly.

So I checked my equipment for the last time, and waited, hardly breathing, until she was a little way past me. Then, I leapt out, and before she had a chance to react had a wad of cloth in her mouth and handcuffs around her wrists. I much prefer ropes to cuffs, for the tightness, but I can’t deny that cuffs are the quickest in an emergency. Next, I took out her legs from under her, to stop her running away, and pinned her down. It was all I could do not to rape the little slut on the spot, but it was risky to stay here too long. I cuffed her ankles and hoisted her struggling body over my shoulder, carrying both our bags in my spare hand, and made off towards my house.

The few hundred yards to my drive were terrifying. Although there seemed to be no-one about, it was a public footpath, and – come on – how would you explain having a bound and gagged schoolgirl squirming on your back? Once I got to my drive it was much easier, as once I’d padlocked my iron gates there was no way anyone else could see us. Hearing was a different matter, though – Sally’s makeshift gag didn’t keep her as quiet as I’d have liked, but I couldn’t risk putting her down till we got inside. My back was killing me by the time we made it into the house. I dropped my catch onto the floor, and saw that I’d only just made it – she’d almost managed to work the gag out.

"You fucking little bitch," I spat at her, and pushed the wadding back deep into her mouth, giving her a slap across the face to make my point. This time, though, I found a narrow leather belt, and wound it tightly around her head a couple of times to make damn sure she couldn’t get it out. Now I found a length of thin rope, and bound her hands with it, EXTREMELY tightly. The cords cut into her wrists, which was excellent – rope marks look so damn sexy on a girl. Now it was safe to remove the handcuffs, though I kept them to hand. With another length of rope, I tied her ankles together, making sure the cord bit deeply into the teenage slut’s flesh. After removing the ankle cuffs, I stood back to admire my catch.

I never used to understand what people really meant when they said, "I almost came on the spot", but now I knew. Here on my floor, with no one to save her, was a huge-breasted sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, in her inadequate uniform, bucking and struggling in a desperate attempt to escape the viciously tight bondage into which I had put her. She didn’t have a chance, of course – when I tie a knot, it stays tied – but it was a lot of fun watching her try. And hearing her – the sound of a helpless young girl screaming into a really tight gag has to be the sexiest there is.

"Listen, my dear little filly," I leered at my captive, "it’s not going to do you any good, you know. You’re not going to escape, and I’m not going to let you go. I don’t mean until next week or next month – I mean ever. The chance of you ever getting out of those ropes is nil. Zero. Zilch. Got it? Now, in books kidnapped girls always worry about two things don’t they – one, getting killed, and two, getting raped. Well, you won’t be being killed – where would be the fun in that? But on the second point… yes. You are. A lot. And I mean a LOT."

Sally bucked around more than ever now – she was absolutely desperate to escape. I would have to tie her up properly if I didn’t want her rolling around the place knocking over the furniture, so I carried the helpless teenager off to my spare bedroom, and threw her down on the four-poster. Her mammoth mammaries joggled incredibly as she hit the mattress – no way was this babe getting back her freedom!

I considered staking her out, but I particularly liked the look of her hands behind her back, as it forced her chest even further out than it already was, so instead I decided to tie her elbows. This is a favorite tie of mine, as it has to be very tight indeed to work, and I greatly enjoyed my victim’s ineffectual mewing as I yanked on the rope. Then, I tied another rope tightly around her wrists, and ran that up to the headboard, doing the same with her ankles and the footrest. A final touch was to pull each knee separately apart, fixing them to the rails at either side of the bed, leaving her legs nice and wide open for my pleasure.

She was still wearing her school uniform, of course, so something needed to be done about that. Sally yelled into her gag as I ripped her clothes to shreds, revealing a black bra, which was full to overflowing (she was really something like a 42E!), and matching black panties. I was pleased to see she wasn’t shaved – who wants to fuck something that looks like a kid’s? – but instead had a fine growth of soft blonde curls. Her ropes were so tight that I didn’t manage to get quite all the dress off – there were still scraps of uniform clinging to her here and there, which made her look even better.

"Right, you little cunt," I said to my defenseless captive. "I bet you wish you hadn’t insulted me now, don’t you eh? Well, that’s tough – when you do something wrong, you need to be punished, and when it’s something severe, so is the punishment." With that, I began to smack her about a bit – not enough to injure her badly, but I wanted to make it bloody clear that she had no rights at all now she was effectively my sex slave. I slapped her all over, especially on her gigantic tits, and gradually increased the force, so that by the time I finished I was really laying into her. She’d have quite a few bruises later on, but that was her problem.

I was about to jump on her when I thought of something. I tested her cunt to see if she was wet, and she was – but it was entirely with sweat and fear. There wasn’t the slightest indication of any arousal at all, which I was delighted with. When I raped Sally, I’d have the best of both worlds – I’d effectively be dry-fucking the teenage sexpot to heighten her suffering, but my cock wouldn’t be in danger of irritation. I know many rapists like to get their victims to come, but not me. The more unwilling they are, the better, and really having to use force on the bitch turns me on a lot.

With that, I threw myself down on the helpless girl. She screamed through her gag as my rock-hard cock speared into her cunt, but I’d tied the gag so tight that the sound was barely audible, and she strained at her ropes, but those just dug deeper into her gorgeous teenage flesh. "You fucking little fucking bitch of a fucking slut’s slut!" I yelled into the schoolgirl’s face as I brutally raped her. "You deserve this, you really do!" I meant it – a girl of sixteen with E-cup tits who made fun of me was only going to end up in one place – bound and gagged on my bed, being raped.

My brutal assault continued for several minutes, during which I must have come a dozen times, staying rock hard throughout. I kneaded and slapped Sally’s huge breasts as I fucked her, causing her to yelp in pain through the gag, something that always made me laugh. Finally, I rolled off her, but there was no thought of untying her, or even of slightly loosening her bonds. Instead, I went to the bathroom, got changed, and then went out to the cinema. (The film was "Strange Days" – a pretty decent rape scene, but why the fuck couldn’t he have gagged the bitch properly instead of all this choke-collar crap?)

* * *

By the time I got home it was about eleven o’clock, and dark. I was quite tired, but needed to check the radio. It said that Sally had been reported missing, but that the police thought she might have run away from home, as there had been problems with her father being sent to jail for fraud. This was great – they were following totally wrong leads! I knew where the missing girl was, of course – when I turned on the spare bedroom light there was the curvaceous figure of Sally Fletcher, writhing in her cruel bondage. I was surprised to see the slut was still struggling – but that suited me – I like a girl with spirit as they say!

I had been intending to go to bed and get some well-earned sleep, but my tiredness evaporated at once with the sight of the feisty little vixen trying fruitlessly to escape. Instead I’d have a bit more fun with her. I ferreted about in a wardrobe and dug out a nice black silk cotton blindfold, which I tied securely across her eyes. Then, in went a couple of earplugs. Now Sal wouldn’t know when I was coming to fuck her. She was utterly, utterly helpless, and the thought made my head spin. I shook it off though – I wanted to experience every second of this!

I stood totally still for a couple of minutes, so that Sally would get the idea I’d gone out of the room. Then, without warning, SMACK! My open palm descended on her superb chest, making a lovely cracking sound. The reaction was immediate. The slut’s whole gorgeous body tensed and strained against the ropes that bound her so very, very tightly. The sight of the bonds cutting into her soft flesh was eye-popping, but I kept my concentration, and at her very tensest moment… SMACK! Another perfect handprint on her breast. SMACK! And again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I must have been slapping the bitch for ten minutes at least by the time I stopped. Her whole body, but especially those amazing orbs, was covered in red-raw handprints. They wouldn’t do any long-term damage, but they’d really have stung. I’d got it just right – I liked to hurt my girls a little, just for the hell of it, but not to really injure or mutilate them. How some people see any attraction in blood and guts I don’t know.

Of course, I was hardly going to stop at that. I took out one earplug. "Listen, Tits," I whispered into her ear. "That was nice and all that, but it was only the appetizer. Get ready for me to plug that lovely cunt of yours again!" Then I replaced the earplug, and tightened her bonds even further, hugely enjoying her muffled mews into the gag. After her beating, it was going to hurt like hell when I raped her – this really was going to be fantastic.

I suppose I should have played with her a bit, maybe having a good feel of those incredible tits (yeah, I know I go on about them, but you would too), but I was aroused beyond measure, and there was simply no stopping me. I hurled myself on her, and pumped my swollen cock in and out of her already abused cunt so hard I almost broke the bed. My tightly gagged sex slave could do nothing but scream in pain and terror, but her mouth was so well filled that hardly anything came out. On and on went the savage rape, far beyond anything Sally could have experienced before, until at last I reached such an explosive orgasm that I briefly blacked out.

When I came to, I was still spurting into the bitch. She was still fully conscious, but had stopped screaming, and instead made some extremely sexy pleading noises through the gag. "Not a chance, slut," I forestalled her pleas. "You remember what I said before – I’m not EVER going to let you go". And with that parting shot, I left the voluptuous schoolgirl writhing in her bondage and went off to bed. After all, Sally wasn’t going to go anywhere.

* * *

Seven years later, things are great. Sally’s still my sex slave. She’s by no means the only one these days – perhaps I’ll tell you about some of the others sometime, but she’s still got a special place in my heart. I still keep her bound and gagged virtually 24 hours a day, although I shift the cords around so I can see the rope marks. I’m delighted to say she’s never got used to the fact that she’s my slave, and still hates every second of it. And she still struggles very sexily indeed when I beat or fuck her. It’s what she was made for. It just goes to show I guess: some girls DO deserve everything they get.

—THE END—

Notes:

1) To readers unfamiliar with the British educational system, the "sixth form" means Years 12 and 13 (ages 16/17 and 17/18), when only those doing A Levels stay on at school.

2) The character "Sally Fletcher" is partially based on a character of the same name in the Australian soap opera "Home And Away". I don’t watch the show, but Kate Richie who plays her had a home sex video taken from her house and passed around, which can be found around the net if you look hard enough.

3) This is my first go at writing this sort of story. It probably shows.

4) Why did I write this story? Well, I got really fed up with a lot of the "rape" stories around elsewhere. Either they aren’t really rape at all, and the "victim" enjoys it, or they’re really unpleasant torture and mutilation "snuff" stories which do nothing for me. There are very few stories where the girl remains unwilling throughout but also in a halfway reasonable physical shape. So I wrote one, and you’ve just read it!

This rape story was written by Willailla

Amanda Forsyth, Mandy to her friends, stepped out of the
shower and began drying her dark blonde hair . She was a small
girl — five feet tall in her bare feet — with nice, jiggly breasts. Her
eyes were blue, set in a pretty, oval face with even white teeth. If
you saw her you would no doubt think of her as the typical
girl-next-door.

Sweet and friendly would be the impression you would get when
talking to her. There was a sexy kind of innocence about her, a
feeling that she was available underneath all the sweetness, an
impression derived in large part by her accommodating nature.
One sensed that it was insecurity or, perhaps, low-self -esteem at
the bottom of her need to be pleasing, and this vulnerability, like a
magnet, attracted a wide variety of hungry males.

She lived on the top floor of an old three-storied brick a few
blocks away from the university where she was a sophomore.

This morning it was raining, and she was feeling depressed. But
it wasn’t the rain that bothered her. She was two months behind on
her rent. It wasn’t really that big of a problem. She could get the
money from her parents if she had to, but she didn’t like always
having to ask them for things. She was nineteen. Soon she would
be twenty. She needed to be more independent.

She didn’t have enough credits to substitute teach yet, and
anyway subbing wasn’t steady enough to rely on. She was
supposed to get some kind of gofer job at the college library, but
they wouldn’t notify her for another two weeks. And then there
was her essay for English class due Monday, and she hadn’t even
gotten her thesis statement stated clearly, plus all the other stuff she
had to do for her other classes. And, on top of it all, she’d had
another argument with her boyfriend, Brad. He hadn’t called in
two days.

She was really feeling down.

She brushed her teeth, making faces in the mirror, slipped on
her white, terry cloth robe and blow-dried her hair, teased and
bushed it until it had a healthy sheen.

~

While she sat lotus-legged on the sofa trying to compose her
essay someone knocked at the door. She padded barefoot down the
oak-floored hallway with a sexy little bounce and opened the door.

It was Greg and Larry.

“Hi, guys.”

“What’s up? Come in?” Greg asked.

“Sure, why not?”

Both of the tanned youths were wearing tie-dyed, tank tops,
khaki cargo shorts and joggers. Their eyes were bleary, and she
could smell grass. Larry, slender, dark with blue eyes, was holding
a six-pack, minus one, by the plastic ring.

“Whacha doin’?” Greg asked, flopping his muscular, six-two
frame on the sofa and picking up the notepad she had been writing
her essay on.

“Don’t ask. I’ll scream.”

“Bad day, huh?”

“Yes.”

She pinched her lips and raised her shoulders in a helpless
I’m-at-my-wits-end gesture.

Greg smiled.

Leaving a cushion space between them, she resumed her lotus
position on the sofa pushing the hem of her robe down between her
thighs.

Larry scrunched his lanky body into a vinyl recliner that her
brother and father had hauled up from down home in the country
in a pickup truck a couple of semesters ago.

He tugged a beer loose from its plastic ring.

She shook her head.

He handed it to Greg.

“Got some weed.”

Tempted, she shook her head.

He shook out a half-smoked joint from a crumbled cigarette
pack, lit it and inhaled deeply, hanging it off to Greg.

“You still goin’ with what’s-its- name?” Larry asked, his voice
strained with the effort of holding the smoke in his lungs.

“Brad. Yep.”

“That’s a record for you, ain’t it?” Greg smiled.

“It’s been six months,” she answered, without enthusiasm.

“What’s the matter, finally startin’ to cool a bit?” he teased,
lightheartedly. He glanced at Larry. “I told you.”

“Told him what?” she asked.

“I told him it would fizzle out in a few months, is all. Like all the
others.”

“It’s not ‘fizzling’ out,” she replied, a little miffed because she
felt there was some truth to what he said.

“Aw, bet it is, Mandy. Six months is about your limit with any
guy. Before I met you you’d dated some guy named Peter, or
something, for three months. Before that this asshole [he nodded at
Larry] for four months. Then me for about the same. And how
many since me? Five? Six? You’re one of those women who’re in
love with being in love. No man will ever satisfy you. You’re
looking for something that doesn’t exist. After Brad it’ll be
someone else and after that someone else.”

“You make it sound pretty bleak,” she replied.

Greg smiled, raising his eyebrow teasingly.

“Not for us. You’re a man’s woman, that’s all. It’s your destiny.
You’re insatiable.”

There was a pause in the conversation while that sank in.

Then Larry spoke.

“You still behind on your bills?” He asked with a casualness that
seemed forced.

Mandy nodded.

“Rent, utilities, car payment . . . you name it. Why?”

Larry gave Greg a significant look.

“Wanna make five hundred bucks?”

“How?”

“Guy we know,” Greg cut in, “asked us if we knew a girl who’d
be willing to make a porn flick.”

“You. Are. Kidding. Right?”

“No. Amateur stuff. Couple of hours. That’s it.”

“You. Are. Serious.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, what if my parents saw it, hotshot?

Larry pressed his lips in mock sarcasm.

“Oh, yeah, and your parents watch a lot of porn, do they? Uh,
huh. And even if they did, this isn’t going be in theaters or
Blockbuster, babe. It’ll just be on video advertised in sleazy little,
specialty brochures. There’s no chance in hell anyone you know
will ever see it. And . . . it . . . is . . . eee zzz muun knee.”

“God, how’d you two ever come up with this?”

“Earl, the gimp that limps around campus with a cane dealing
drugs; he’s into all kinds of shit; knows people who’re into this kind
of shit.”

“Seems kinda crazy, guys.”

“Money’s up front; so you know you’re not gonna get ripped
off.”

Mandy thought about it, eyes wide, unfocused.

“Mmmm, this is crazy; I, uuuh, don’t . . . knooow — seriously?”

“As a heart attack,” Greg cut in. “Come on, Mandy. You’ve got
the bod for it. And it’s easy money; it’s not like you’d be doing it
with strangers. It’s nothing you haven’t done dozens of times
before with me and Larry. The only difference this time is you’ll
get five hundred bucks to do it. Pay a lot of bills.”

“Sounds too weird,” Mandy muttered, knitting her brow as she
considered it. “If . . . I . . . did, Brad can’t find out.”

“Well, hell, we’re not gonna tell him.” Larry replied with a
short, barking laugh, glancing at Greg for mutual confirmation.
Greg nodded along absently as he sucked on the joint.

“He’ll never know.”

“If you decide,” Larry continued, “we can get the up-front
money tomorrow morning, shoot the damn thing and be done by
two or three in the afternoon.”

“I need some time to think about it. But only if you can get the
money up-front? Otherwise no deal.”

Both youths nodded.

“Cause, guys, I really need the money.”

Suddenly a phone rang, and hopping up, Mandy padded toward
the kitchen door, combing her fingers through her hair, then
shaking it out. Her hips strained provocatively against the terry
cloth.

Greg looked at Larry and grinned.

They could hear the soft, feminine murmuring of her voice as
she talked over the phone but couldn’t tell what she was saying.

Larry leaned toward Greg and whispered tersely:

“We gotta get her off the phone before something changes her
mind.”

Greg nodded, got up and headed toward the kitchen.

She was leaning with her hip cocked against the kitchen counter,
the receiver held against her left ear while the first two fingers of
her right hand rubbed at her throat. The tie-belt of her robe had
loosened letting the neckline droop, revealing a nice glimpse of
cleavage.

She gave him an irritated look, spoke a few more words into the
receiver, then placed it back into the wall cradle.

Greg stepped up against her placing his hands on her hips.

“That was Brad. He’s coming over later,” she said.

She turned her face seeking to avert the kiss he placed softly on
her neck. The skin was soft, warm and tender and smelled of talc
and lilac soap.

“You know what?” Greg said softly, grasping her chin between
his thumb and forefinger and turning her face back to him.

“No, what?” she answered, mild anger and sadness mixing her
tone. Her eyes suddenly held the look of a trusting child that had
been hurt and disappointed one too many times.

“We could get married.”

She gave him a sour look.

“Why now? You never wanted to when we were going
together.”

“That was then, this is now.”

“Too late.” Her eyes were sad.

“Last chance,” he said, adopting a less serious tone. “I won’t
offer again.”

He lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter
and opened her robe so that only her shoulders were covered.

“Don’t –” she murmured softly.

“Just take a second,” he said.

He licked and sucked on her nipples and tits while dropping his
shorts. He spread her legs apart and pushed his tingling cock
through the mat of short hairs into the tight grip of her cunt.

It was over quickly. A few sharp thrust.

When he withdrew she came down off the counter, jerked the
robe around her and marched toward the bathroom.

Drops of cum glistened on the tiled floor.

“Where’s Mandy?” Larry asked, when Greg sauntered back
into the living room.

Greg grinned and nodded toward the bathroom.”

Larry pulled off his top and shorts. Naked he walked toward the
bathroom, his large cock jutting before him like the figurehead on
the prow of an old sailing ship.

~

There was a knock on the door. Brad.

They were lying on her bed.

Larry placed his hand over her mouth. He had his cock in her
ass. Greg had his cock in her cunt.

There wasn’t any need for the hand over her mouth, she
reasoned; she couldn’t have called out and let Brad find her in bed
with two ex-boyfriends.

He called her name several times — but not too loudly — and
knocked several more times.

There was silence for awhile.

Was he listening to the sounds Greg and Larry made as they
worked their cocks in and out of her? Of the bed creaking?

The hand smothered her.

Then there was the shuffling sound of Brad’s footsteps going
down the stairs.

Angry? Hesitant? Hurt? She couldn’t tell.

~

Late in the morning, rain-dappled windshield, Greg pulled his
yellow Camaro up in front of a one story frame house in a run
down subdivision. Mandy sat in the back. Larry shotgun.

Greg shut the engine off, got out and went to the front door.
After several knocks a barefoot, skinny geek with thick glasses
wearing a black T-shirt and jeans opened the door.

Mandy had seen him around campus. He was the one everybody
called the ‘Gimp’.

Greg high-fived him and went inside.

In the living room they passed a frumpy, old woman in a dirty
slip lying on a threadbare sofa, a couple of empties lying on a
ringed coffee table piled with junk magazines and an overflowing
ashtray. A small, snot-nosed girl sat cross legged on a dirty carpet
mesmerized by a cartoon flashing on a large TV screen.

The Gimp led him into a rear room filled with all kinds of
expensive computer equipment, printers, scanners, etc. and shut the
door behind them.

The static of a police scanner punctuated the silent spaces
occasionally.

“Ray, my man, I need five queer.”

Ray lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes.

“Cost you a note good.”

“Well, look, man, I’m just gonna need it for a prop . . . few
hours; I can have it back to you before this evening.”

The Gimp pressed his lips together in a grimace that forced his
cheeks up.

“I’m not run’n a fuckin’ pawnshop.”

Greg exhaled between clenched teeth.

“Aw, man, com’on, I’ll have the shit back to you this evening?”

“Yeah, right. Fuck you. I wasn’t born yesterday, asshole. I’m
not in this for my health. You got a hundred or not?”

Greg shrugged and drew out a bill. Normally he would have
played it harder, but he was eager to get going.

The Gimp took the hundred and held it up against the ceiling
light for thread. After he was satisfied, he went to a small kiln
setting on a stainless-steel table, opened the door and took out a
stack of bills.

“Only deal in ones, fives, tens and twenties for local shit,” he
said. “Fifties and hundreds will get your ass caught in no time.”

He counted out a wad of money and shoved it into Greg’s hand.

~

Mandy counted the money piled in her lap as Greg gunned the
Camaro out of town toward the country.

“Why can’t we film it at my place?” Mandy asked, as she shoved
the bills into her patch-work purse. She was wearing an ankle-
length, paisley skirt with a black, long-sleeved, thin sweater and
penny loafers. Her blonde hair was fixed up in a loose bun.

“Ah, we want something different,” Greg said, glancing into the
rearview mirror at her.

Larry had taken out a video camera from a leather case and was
taping her. She squinted against the bright light. Their bodies
swayed from side to side as the car rounded tight curves. The
windshield wipers fought an endless, barely audible battle with the
raindrops. The tires swished over the rainswept country lane.
They occasionally passed small farm houses. Invariably there
would be the yapping bark of a hound, a brief chase; then quiet
woods would engulf them; once in a while they would cross a
rattling, loose-planked bridge over a brown, swollen creek rushing
and foaming headlong over large, smooth rocks and fallen limbs.

“Yeah, just about every porn flick you see is shot in somebody’s
fucking bedroom. It’s boring,” Larry said, still holding the camera
on her.

Greg agreed. “Fucking, in and of itself, is not all that exciting;
there has to be something more to it than just that.”

“Well, where are we going?” Mandy asked, glancing sideways
to keep her eyes averted from the bright camera light.

“There’s an old deserted barn up a ways. It’ll make a great set,”

“Take your clothes off, Mandy,” Larry said, framing her face in
the camera lens.

“What, now?”

“Yeah, it’s all right; we’re almost there; you can scoot down if
we pass somebody.”

She sighed, rolled her eyes, then began unbuttoning the sweater
while Larry continued to tape her.

When she was naked Larry told her to roll everything up into
her skirt and hand it to him.

“The shoes, too,” he added. “Leave the purse.”

When she handed him the bundle he opened the window and
threw it out.

“Larry! What are you doing? That’s my clothes. Stop the car,
Greg!”

Larry taped her reaction, zooming in close to catch the shocked
expression, the anger, the confusion.

“Don’t worry; you won’t be needing them any longer.”

“Whata you mean? I can’t go home naked.”

“You’re not going home, Mandy. We’re gonna kill you,” Greg
said, grinning at her over his shoulder.

Larry caught the look of terror that crossed her pretty face on
tape. Priceless! He moved the camera up and down her naked
body catching every delectable curve, the blonde hairs of her pussy,
the belly button, the full breasts, the pink nipples, the hollow of her
delicate throat and tender cheeks, the terror and fear mixing in her
eyes.

His dick stiffened in his canvas shorts.

They hid the car in some woods.

She didn’t struggle or protest, except for a whining, pleading
sound made deep in her throat as Larry taped her wrists together.

They walked down an overgrown lane. Greg held her upper
arm. He kissed her occasionally, tasting her. Rain misted through
the leaves of the trees settling on hair, like tiny crystals. Larry
walked behind, filming them from under an umbrella.

In an open field beyond the woods they came to a sway-backed
barn, its gray, oak planks black in the rain. Far off in the distance
a tractor moved, insect-like, toward the horizon and disappeared
over a hump. Barn swallows fluttered about.

Inside, half the roof rotted open to the pale sky. Bales of stale,
gray hay had been stacked and forgotten in what had once been a
corn crib.

“Fuck her,” Larry said, holding his camera on Mandy.

Greg took off his clothes. He made her lie down on a bale and,
holding her wrists over her head, got between her legs and stuck his
swollen cock in her.

She grimaced, her eyes fixed on the camera, then she turned her
face away. He kissed her; he slapped her until she kissed him back.
She moved her hips up to meet his thrusts. From the exertion, her
face and breasts became tinged with a pink blush as blood filled
capillaries near the surface of her skin.

When he was through, Greg stood and milked his dick over her.
She licked a fleck of cum from her lips.

Greg took the camera while Larry fucked her; then they sat the
camera up to film both of them fucking her.

In a corner Greg found a length of greasy, yellow, nylon rope
running through the eyelets of a tattered, blue tarp. He tied one
end around her neck then looped the other over a crossbeam. He
dragged the hay bale to a clear spot and had her stand on it while
he secured the other end of the rope to a vertical support.

He cut the tape binding her wrists, then set fire to the bale with a
lighter.

Frantically, Mandy struggled to unloosen the knot Greg had
tied, but it was too tight. As the fire built, the half-rotted baling
twine snapped causing the bale to break up under her weight.

She cried out, skipping about on tiptoes, her eyes wide with
terror. She begged and pleaded while Larry caught it all on tape.

“Aaaaaggghh!” she choked out, then screamed as flames drew
near, licking at the delectable flesh of her feet and thighs.

She could swing or burn; there was no other choice.

Suddenly the bale collapsed leaving her suspended in mid air.
She clawed at her neck where the coarse nylon dug into the
stretching, tender flesh. She gagged; a vomit sound — urgent,
primordial, unintelligible — gargled up from her throat. There was
a strangled cry. A squealing whine.

She gripped the rope and eased her weight by pulling up, but
there was no escape from the flames that licked her flesh. Her
pussy hairs burst into flames singeing her belly. Her feet began to
blister. She raised her legs up only to expose her ass to the hot,
burning flames. There was a sizzling sound as fat burst into flames.
She jerked spastically, like someone being electrocuted. Her hands
lost their grip; her legs dropped; her eyes stared lifelessly; her limp
body swung back and forth. Slowly . . . then stopped. She began to
cook . . . .

They dragged her to a hole they had dug several days previously
and dumped her into it and covered her over.

On the drive back each youth was lost in his own private
thoughts. Occasionally they glanced at each other and grinned.
They’d done it; it was on tape, and as long as it was on tape they
could replay Mandy’s torment . . . replay it scores of years from
now, long after they were old men and the world had forgotten that
a pretty, young college girl by the name of Mandy had ever lived.