Rosalita pays the penalty for trying to say no!
Another great, long rape story by Master of female slaves
Her name was Rosalita Ramirez and she was a pretty 5 foot 3 inch 18 year old with dark, almond colored skin, soft brown eyes, long jet black hair she always wore down and unencumbered and a body that could easily have graced the cover of a magazine. She worked the 4 to midnight shift at a 24 hour convenience store. She spoke English well but with an obvious accent.
Rosalita’s co worker, Herb, had wanted to get into her pants for a long time but she had repeatedly rebuffed him. That particular afternoon, as she was just coming on duty and he getting off, as they were both in the back room, he said, “Hey Rosey (a corruption of her name she detested), you’re off tomorrow night. How about we go get some dinner?”
“Thank you no,” she replied.
“You don’t know what you are missing,” he countered. “Here, I’ll show you.” With that he took her by the shoulders and tried to kiss her.
“Stop it!” the girl shouted as she tried to push him away and turned her head. “I do not want to!”
He continued to hold her and kept trying to force his mouth down onto hers. Finally, however, she broke free and slapped him across the face telling him, “Do not ever touch me again!” Just then they heard the store door open and she asked, “Are you going to let me out of here or do I have to scream for that customer to call the police?”
Holding his stinging cheek, Herb stepped aside and, as Rosalita stepped by him, he whispered, “Later bitch!”
Rosalita thought nothing more of the incident and was thinking of other things later that night as she was walking to her bus stop. Suddenly, without warning, she was grabbed from behind. An arm went around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides, while a large hand was clamped down over her mouth stifling her screams of surprise and fright. A second pair of hands seized her ankles and she was lifted off her feet. She tried to struggle but the two men were too strong for her and they quickly had her shoved into and down onto the rear floor of a car. Duct tape was slapped over her mouth and her ankles were tied together as were her wrists behind her back. In the darkness, she couldn’t make out the faces of her attackers but then she heard a voice she recognized. “You can keep wriggling and squirming if you like, Rosey,” came Herb’s voice. “But it won’t do you any good so you might as well relax.”
They drove for some time before finally stopping. When they did, Herb dragged her out of the car and flung her over his shoulder face down. She tried to get a look at her surroundings but it was too dark. She was carried through a door and tossed roughly onto a bed as lights were turned on. She looked around and found herself to be in a rustic cabin type structure with stark furnishings and little furniture. Herb was standing by the bed with a man she had never seen before. Herb reached down and yanked the tape off her mouth.
“Bastard!” Rosalita screamed at him. “You fucking bastard!”
“Quiet down,” Herb ordered. “There’s no one around to hear you but your shouting annoys me.”
“The hell with you!” she continued to scream.
“You want your mouth taped again?” he asked.
That quieted her down and in a much lower tone she said, “Are you crazy? What do you think you are doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he replied. “You’ve been acting like some stuck up, queen-of-the-world bitch ever since I met you. It’s time someone taught you how to behave.”
“Please Herb,” she entreated, beginning to become really scared. “If you untie me and let me go right now I will never tell anyone about this, I promise.”
“You know Rosey,” he remarked. “I believe you, but I also believe you aren’t going to tell anyone anything no matter what we do.” Then, to his companion, he said, “Unite her, Bob.”
“I’ve done a little checking on you and have found out some very interesting things about you,” he continued to Rosalita as Bob untied her ankles then began freeing her wrists. “You aren’t Mexican like everyone thinks but Guatemalan. Old man Henderson (he was referring to the convenience store owner) pays you in cash rather than by check like he does everyone else and you never clock in or out. I also bet he pays you a lot less than everyone else. How am I doing so far?”
Her wrists and ankles now free, Rosalita tried to get up but Bob, his hands on her shoulders, would let her do no more than sit on the edge. She said nothing.
Herb went on, “Now why would you agree to something like that? My guess is that you are illegal and can’t get a job where they would require a social security number and green card. You go reporting anything that happens here and Immigration will find out about you. They will ship you back over the Mexican border from where you came and, since you’ll also be in Mexico illegally, they’ll ship your cute little ass back to Guatemala and I’m willing to bet there is a real good reason you don’t want that to happen. Have I missed anything?”
Rosalita sat there stunned. Herb didn’t know just how right he was. Her father had been a professor of political science in her native land and an outspoken opponent of the military dictatorship in power there. Several years ago he had been warned that the secret police were about to arrest him and his entire family. In the middle of the night he, his wife, Rosalita, and her younger brother and sister had fled the country and crossed the border into Mexico illegally. There they hid under assumed names working odd, menial jobs as they worked their way northward until finally they managed to cross the border (also illegally) into the United States. They continued to live in hiding with her well educated father working as a common laborer for a large farm cooperation which was not too particular about checking the documentation of its employees until he became ill and died six months earlier. Her mother being in poor health herself and speaking little English, it then became incumbent upon Rosalita to get a job and provide income for her family. Herb was correct, any attention attracted to herself would mean not only the loss of the family livlihood but deportation back to Guatemala and prison or death for herself and her entire family.
“I didn’t think so,” Herb went on. “No where were we? Oh yes, I still owe you a kiss, but before I do that, there is something else I owe you.”
POW! Before Rosalita knew what was happening Herb backhanded her so powerfully across the right cheek that it sent her sprawling on her back. Reaching down, he then clasped her face in his hand under her chin so that his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other pressed the flesh of the insides of her cheeks between her upper and lower teeth preventing her from closing her mouth. With his free hand he grabbed her right wrist and pinned it down while Bob did the same with her left one. Then he mashed his mouth down on hers brutally. His tongue entered her mouth and began probing and licking like some loathsome snake. The girl whimpered and squirmed and thrashed out at the air futilely with her legs as Herb took his time and enjoyed his prolonged forced kiss. When finally he lifted his mouth he snarled, “Don’t you ever turn your head away when I try to kiss you again and don’t even THINK of ever slapping me again!”
“Let’s do her,” Bob suggested.
“Hold her down,” Herb said in agreement.
“NOOOO!” Rosalita screamed as she was dragged completely up onto the bed. Bob held her arms pinned down above her head while Herb straddled her legs rendering them immobilized beneath him.
“No please!” their prisoner continued to scream.
SMACK! Herb hit her again, this time with his open palm and growled, “Shut the fuck up!” Reaching down he took hold of her blouse and violently ripped it open. “Who the fuck do you think you are, you wet back whore? What the hell makes you think you can say no to me? I don’t let white bitches say no and get away with it, much less a little greaser slut like you!”
Her blouse was open and he grabbed her bra in one huge fist and ripped it off her, popping the clasp in the back as he did and causing the shoulder straps to dig into her bare flesh before they broke.
“P-p lease do not!” Rosalita pleaded as she began to cry. “PLEASE!”
“Take look at those jugs!” remarked Bob. “Got to get me a taste.” Bending down, he took one of Rosalita’s large, perfectly formed breasts with its dark brown nipple in his mouth and began sucking and biting. The woman turned her head aside and wept in helpless humiliation.
“God, but you are one stupid cunt!” Herb went on as he unbuttoned the jeans Rosalita was wearing and unzipped them. “You could have had it so much easier with dinner thrown in to boot. Now you are going to get it the hard way.” He rolled off her and she tried to kick him. He was to far off to her side, however, and her legs flailed wildly at the air. Reaching down he grabbed her by the throat and choked off her air then warned her, “Hold still or, so help me, I’ll kill you!”
Believing him, she stopped kicking and lay there sobbing and begging for mercy. Herb yanked her jeans down her legs and off then tore off her panties. Bob had by now let go of her wrists (which she left where he had pinned them, afraid to move) and was mauling, squeezing, and chewing on her breasts with fervor.
“Please do not do this!” Rosalita continued to beg. “Please! I have never been with a man! Please!”
“Hey!” Bob exclaimed. “We got us a cherry!”
“Yeah,” agreed Herb. “And I’m going to have SOOO much fun busting it!” Then, to Rosalita, “Spread your legs.”
She held them together and continued to beg, “Mother of God do not do this! Please do not! I be- AAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Herb had grabbed hold of her left nipple and was pinching it hard. “I said SPREAD YOUR LEGS!”
“Just grab them and pull them apart,” Bob suggested.
But Herb shook his head, “I want her to do it. The snooty bitch thinks she too good to open her legs for me. Got to teach her place.” He pinched harder. Rosalita wailed in agony again and finally moved her shapely legs apart. Herb twisted the nipple and commanded, “WIDER!”
“AAAAWWWWW!” Rosalita bawled as she opened her legs as far as they would go. Herb finally let go of the nipple, took out his cock, and rolled on top of her.
“You goddamned greaser cunt!” he cursed as he put the head of his rock hard dick against her opening. “Never had a man between your legs, huh? Well, sweetheart, you’re sure gonna know one’s been there when I get through with you!”
With that he pushed into her. It hurt like nothing she had ever known. She was tight and dry and he was huge. He made her little vagina sore and scraped its lining. Rosalita sobbed and cried and trembled. Then she felt her virginal hymen being stretched and finally there came that stab of pain when he breached it and broke her open. She slumped in despair. He had taken what she had hoped to save for a marriage bed someday!
“Yee ha!” Herb cheered. “I just got me a cherry!”
Rosalita had never known such humiliation!
Standing by the side of the bed, Bob grabbed her wrist and slapped his cock in the palm of her hand ordering her to, “Get me hard.” The girl did not respond so he backhanded her across the side of the head and shouted, “You fucking deaf, cunt?” Not wanting to be hit again, she wrapped her hand around his organ and began massaging it.
Atop her, Herb was raping her with brutal enthusiasm while verbally degrading her at the same time.
“You (thrust) fucking (thrust) greaser (thrust) cunt! (thrust) Fucking (thrust) goddamned (thrust) wet back (thrust) whore! (thrust) Good (thrust) for (thrust) nothing (thrust) illegal (thrust) slut!”
Rosalita was now rubbed raw inside and she could feel blood trickling out of her. She wept and trembled and prayed that he would soon finish. When finally he did it was with an especially hard last lunge inside her then came his hot cum pumping intro her insides. When he got up off her he turned to Bob and said, “Your turn.”
The latter wasted no time taking his place between Rosalita’s now quivering legs.
“P-please!” the girl said feebly as she tried to cover her battered cunt with her hands. “Please just a moment to rest! It hurts so bad down there! Just a minute please!”
“Fuck that,” the man replied as he pulled her hands away and shoved himself inside her. Herb’s cum and the blood from her ruptured virginity provided a little lubrication and Bob was somewhat smaller than Herb had been so it didn’t hurt quite as much this time but it was painful enough. He hammered her just as roughly as Herb had and, in addition, he manhandled her breasts awfully. He alternated between grabbing large handfuls of her soft, tender mounds, squeezing them with vice like cruelty, pinching, twisting, and stretching them until she was wailing and begging him to stop, and biting, gnawing, and chewing on them with his teeth. He would stop at times and order her to kiss him or tell him she loved him and how much she liked being fucked by him (he made her use that term, things like “having sex” wouldn’t do), using the threat of renewed tit torture as punishment for non compliance. Down below he continued to batter and pound her already throbbing pussy with utter disregard for the pain being inflicted upon her. When he finally reached his zenith and shot his male seed into her he finished off the event by forcing her mouth open as Herb had done only, instead of forcing a kiss upon her, he spat down her throat. Rosalita gagged and nearly threw up!
When both men had finished with her, Rosalita, still sobbing and trembling, rolled over onto her side, her back to her attackers, and curled up into a fetal position.
“That your first piece of greaser ass?” Herb asked Bob.
“Naw,” he replied Bob. “Had me one once before.”
“Was she an illegal like this whore?”
“Sure was. Buddy of mine and I jumped her and her whole family in the run down shack they lived in. Tied the hubby up and did the bitch on the floor right there in front of her two kids. Some of the best fun I ever had!”
Listening to this, Rosalita shivered. At least she hadn’t been subjected to the shame and humiliation of having this horror inflicted upon her in front of her family!
“Hey bitch,” Herb called out. “Get your brown ass over here, my cock needs sucking.”
Rosalita said and did nothing.
“If I have to come over there and get you,” he warned her. “You sure as hell won’t like it!”
Slowly — PAINFULLY —- the girl got off the bed and staggered over to him. He pointed to the floor and commanded, “Take out my cock and get started.”
Wordlessly she sank to her knees and did as she had been told. He hadn’t bothered to tell her not to bite. He knew she was too afraid of him by now to even think of it. She had never had a male organ in her mouth before. For that matter, the only one she had ever seen before now had been that of her younger brother when he was an infant. She didn’t like it. It tasted of dried cum and blood and sweat. It disgusted and revolted her. She did her duty anyway, licking and sucking and working it with her lips. After a few minutes Herb took hold of her hair and started controlling the tempo of things. It was no longer a matter of her ministering to him, it was now a case of him fucking the hole in her face which just coincidently happened to be her mouth.
Looking down at the naked woman at his feet worshipping him orally, herb smiled smugly. Stupid cunts, he thought to himself, they all end up like this. He had meant what he had told her earlier, no woman was allowed to say no to him. Eventually every pair of legs he had ever wanted to get between were opened for him —- one way or the other. He was willing to give the bitch a break if she went along from the get-go. If she was a good girl and gave him what he wanted, he was willing to do things without hassle. He’d shell out for dinner and a couple of drinks. He wasn’t that big an asshole.
If they objected, however, it became a whole different ball game! He had used a variety of different methods to make a reluctant cunt see the light. He had blackmailed a few. Every bitch has SOMETHING she’s afraid to let anyone know. With some he had made threats against family or friends. That had been successful not only in getting their legs opened but also in keeping them quiet afte rward. A couple had wanted something only he could get for them (or at least he CONVINCED them that no one else could get it) and he had made it clear what they had to do in order to have it. With some, like the bitch currently sucking his cock, out and out force had to be used. When that became necessary he was as more than a little rough with them. He wanted to punish the whore for trying to keep from putting out for him as much as he wanted to fuck her. He always managed to do it under conditions in which the bitch didn’t dare report the rape. A couple had been the really shy types and he had video taped the thing. Now, most times that would have been an extremely stupid thing to do, providing evidence of the crime. With a certain type of bitch, though, the threat of showing the tape and it being seen by others, the humiliation and shame of being put on display like that should it be shown, was enough to ensure their silence. These illegals, though, were the best. Just like Rosalita, they dare not go to the cops about ANYTHING! Yes sir, Herb thought to himself, no bitch he wanted said no to him and gotten away with it!
When finally he shot his load into Rosalita’s mouth, Herb made her swallow every drop then lick his cock clean. No sooner had he finished then Bob decided he wanted the same service performed for him and Rosalita was forced to endure the ordeal all over again. He grabbed her by the air from the first and really POUNDED her. It was like being punched in the mouth every time he slammed his groin into her face. He also didn’t let her just kneel there with her arms hanging limply at her sides as Herb had. He made her play with his balls and stroke his hairy legs. He said things like, “That’s it, work those hot little greaser lips”, “This how you do your daddy and brothers?”, “Slut, ain’t no enchilada ever gonna satisfy you again after having this big sausage in your mouth”, and “You fucking greaser bitches were BORN to do this!” When he came he too made her swallow it all and lick him clean. A drop had dribbled from the corner of her mouth and he made her lick her lips in order to make certain she got it.
When she had finished sucking Bob she remained kneeling hunched over and in a very small voice asked, “Please, may I leave now? Please.”
“Now why would you want to leave with the party just getting started?” Herb asked.
“B-but you have gotten what you wanted from me,” she protested. “There is nothing more to take. I have nothing more to give. You have taken everything.”
“Not quite,” he said as he stood up. Before Rosalita knew what was happening, he had grabbed her by both upper arms, thrust her to her feet, and was propelling her toward the bed again. The girl expected to be thrown atop it again while each man got between her legs and did her in the cunt a second time. So be it, she thought, there was nothing she could do about it and maybe they would get through quicker this time and maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.
To her surprise, however, she was draped over the bed face down, her legs dangling off the side.
“Hold her down,” Herb told Bob. “She’s liable to buck.”
Bob got on the bed and held her arms down above her head. When Herb grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart she twisted her head around to see what was happening. To her shock she saw the head of his hard dick just outside the opening of her rectum. Holy Mother of God, she thought to herself, surely he couldn’t be planning to violate her there! It had never even occurred to her that men used women in that way!
“AAAAAHHHHHEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAA!” she wailed when he stabbed into her. The pain of having her pussy raped and her hymen torn open was mild compared to the torture to which she was now being subjected! She was certain she was being RIPPED apart!
“PLEASE!” she screamed. “Please stop! Please take it out! I will open my legs for you again — for both of you —- I will make it very good for you there —- as many times as you want to do it! I swear before God that I will! Please take it out! PLEASE!”
But he just laughed at her and continued pounding her poor shit chute. To add to her suffering, he began slapping and beating her bare ass just for the fun of it. Rosalita continued to scream and beg and cry. She squirmed and twisted in a desperate attempt to escape the torture but it was to no avail. Bob was holding her down too securely and Herb had her other end thoroughly impaled.
Finally he shot his cum up her rectum and the girl lay there panting and sobbing as the two men traded places. Bob then took his turn up her ass. It hurt just as much but by that time she was too weak and exhausted to struggle. She just lay there passively enduring her punishment until — FINALLY —- he too filled her with cum and withdrew.
After that each man again made her lick his cock clean of the mess on it (which now included traces of feces as well as cum and blood). Then, to her surprise, they let her put her clothes back on (albeit without the ripped bra and panties and she had to hold her blouse closed where Herb had torn it open). They put her back in the car. They let her sit up in the back seat next to Bob and didn’t bother to tie her or tape her mouth this time. They took her back to the bus stop to which she had been heading when they had abducted her.
“I know you’re not going to tell the cops about this but you better also not be going to any hospital or doctor who might report it,” Herb told her. “And you had better not try to split either. Your ass had better show up for work day after tomorrow just like normal. I might want another piece of it again sometime and I want to know where to find it. You don’t show, I give immigration a call, you got that?” She nodded. He grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back painfully and said, “Answer me!”
“Yes,” she murmured. “I will be there, I promise, and I will not go to a doctor or hospital. No one will know.”
He let go of her hair and added, “And anybody asks about the scrapes and bruises, you make up something but you don’t tell them what really happened.”
“I understand,” she assured him. “It shall be as you wish. May I go now. PLEASE!”
“Get your ass out.”
It was too late to get a bus so Rosalita had to walk the three miles to her home, sobbing and holding her torn blouse together all the way. Upon entering the house her mother covered her mouth in shock and asked what had happened. Rosalita told her and, in Spanish, her mother said, “My child, we must get you to a doctor!”
Rosalita shook her head, “No Madre, they would call the police and immigration would find out about us. We cannot risk being sent back.”
“But what will you do?”
“I will bathe then try to sleep,” her daughter replied. “I can rest tomorrow. I do not have to work again until the next day.”
“But surely you are not going back to that place!” her mother exclaimed. “Not with that man there!”
“I have to, Madre,” Rosalita answered. “He said he would turn us in if I do not. Besides, we still need the money to eat.”
“But what if he should decide to do this to you again?”
Rosalita sighed, “Then he will do it and there is nothing you or I can do to prevent it. This time, however, I will not make the mistake of trying to refuse. Now, Madre, I need to go bathe and try to rest. I must be ready to work my next shift as he told me to. I must not do anything to anger him."
