Rape Stories.

Grear rape story by The Falcon

My name is Sabrina. I’m 17 years old, and I live in the suburbs of a major Southern California city, in a fairly middle-class neighbourhood. What happened to me last year nearly caused me to have a nervous breakdown. After seeing a court appointed physiatrist for seven months. I was convinced that by writing down what happened to me, might be the best therapy. My Doctor explained to me that by writing the down the events would be a way of venting off my frustrations and fears. I have to say that what really bothered me so much wasn’t so much the actual rape that hurt me, but it was the deception I was put through, throughout the ordeal that caused the most pain, but I’ll save that for last.

Here’s what happened: I was walking home from my friend Stacey’s house. We were on Summer vacation. It was on Wednesday, September 22nd to be exact – almost one year ago today. I’ll never forget that date. It was pretty hot that day, so Stacey offered to give me ride home. But I decided to walk since she only lives a few blocks away. It was about 1:00 p.m. I would have stayed later, but I promised my Mom I’d be home early. We were going to drive out to my Aunt and Uncle’s house that afternoon. I hadn’t seen my cousin Emily in over a year, so I was looking forward to seeing her.

Just as I turned the corner and passed the first house, something hit me across the side of my head. Whatever it was, knocked me out cold. The next thing I remember was waking up in a dark room. The floor was concrete, and there was only a single light bulb shining on the ceiling. The walls were painted black, or maybe dark blue, I really couldn’t tell. I noticed a television set mounted on the wall, near the ceiling. It was turned off. Next to it was a speaker, the kind they use at the parks and stuff to announce baseball and soccer games. I could hear the humming sound of an air conditioning unit running, and the room was cool – a sharp contrast to the hot summer heat I had just been out in. I looked around trying to figure out where the door was, but I couldn’t find one. I remember starting to panic. I was breathing fast, my head hurt and I had no idea where I was. Then suddenly, a voice came from the speaker. It sounded like it was computer enhanced or something – it was deep and had kind of a buzzing sound to it.

Welcome to my dungeon Sabrina" The voice said.

"Who are you, what do want?" I asked. Now my heart was really pounding. Someone had kidnapped me, and I remember thinking that they were going to kill me.

"Do not worry about who, or what I am Sabrina. Your only concern from this day forward is doing EXACTLY what I say"

"The voice wasn’t at all familiar, who could it be" I wondered. But whoever it was, knew my name. "Okay, this just a sick joke" I thought to myself. "Okay, jokes over, who is this?" I asked, trying to laugh it off, and maybe break the tension of the situation.

"This is NOT a joke Sabrina" the voice boomed. "You WILL do as I say, and only as I say. Do you understand me?"

"Ya, I do" I responded. The whole situation was just crazy I thought, - the way he talked sounded like some guy that spent too much time watching B class movies – it just seemed so corny.

"The rules are quite simple. Unless you follow my orders, you will get no food, no water, no light and no fresh air."

Suddenly, the room darkened, and the cool air that had been filling the room ceased. Although it didn’t instantly get hot, I could sense it would soon be stifling in there. The summer temperatures in this part of the country can easily reach 110° during the day. That got my attention immediately. "Please, no…don’t do that. I’ll be good" I said.

"Click", the light went on, and the fan resumed blowing the cool breeze into the dimly lit room I was held captive in.

"Take off your clothes Bitch, ….NOW!" the voice said.

"Please, don’t. Don’t make me do that" I pleaded.

"Click", off went the light and fan again.

"Okay okay" I said.

As I started to take my blouse off, more lights went on. It was two of those double fluorescent tube lights like everyone uses in their garage and stuff. The room was pretty lit-up now, and I could see a small mirror on one of the walls. For some reason I just knew it was one of those two way mirrors that you can see through. Just to make sure, I started to turn away from it, and my suspicion was answered.

"Turn back and face the mirror, ….I want to see you" the voice yelled out.

Turning back towards the mirror, I continued to unbutton my top. As I removed it, I could hear breathing sounds from the speaker, and I could almost feel his eyes roaming over my body. I’m sure the pervert was pleased to see that I decided not to wear a bra that day.

"Touch yourself" the voice ordered.

"Rub your hands over your breasts…..pinch your nipples" he continued.

I remember thinking "What kind of sick fucker would do this kind of thing". But in the situation I was in, I didn’t have much to say about it, so I did as he told me.

I slowly raised my hands to my breasts, and gently rubbed them, tweaking my nipples from time to time, just as I was told.

"I like your breasts….the way they stand up so firm and soft looking….pinch your nipples again. That’s it Sabrina….you’re doing fine. Now take off your skirt"

"PPP please, I, I……"

All the lights went out again, and the fan stopped. I decided that I’d wait and see what this asshole would do if I didn’t respond this time. After nearly thirty minutes of standing there in the darkness, the room started getting hot, really hot. The summer heat had replaced the cool air, and it was getting hard to breathe. I stood there waiting for him to say something else, but he remained quite. After another thirty minutes the room was so stuffy and hot I thought I was going to pass out. My head was getting light, and sweat was dripping off my face.

"OKAY, OKAY" I called out, You win"

"That’s better Sabrina. Now, next time you fuck with me, I’ll turn on the heater, and bake your ass right there where you stand, do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, I understand" I replied.

"Now, take off the skirt like I said"

I reached back, and pulled down the zipper on my skirt, and started to slip out of it.

"Turn around Sabrina" the voice said.

I turned around and continued to remove my skirt. It was a little tight, so I had to wiggle my butt to get it off, which I’m sure didn’t bother the pervert at all. Since I almost always wear skimpy underwear, this didn’t help my situation either.

"Oh ya, Sabrina. You have such a nice ass" he commented. "Squeeze it for me"

Not wanting to piss him off again, I did as I was told. I reached around and grabbed my butt cheeks, and gave them a little squeeze.

"Now turn around" he ordered.

"and face me again".

As I did, I could hear him breathing heavily in the speaker.

" Probably jacking off" I thought to myself.

"You have such a nice pussy mound Sabrina….uhh, uhh, uhh…. I like the way your panties cut into your cunt meat…uhh, uhh, uhh… I just love camel toe…..uhh, uhh, uhh…." he panted between his sick, perverted comments. "Pull them up tight, …pull your panties tight against your cunt Sabrina"

"What a fucking sick-o" I thought. Reaching under the waistband, I grabbed them, and pulled them up tight as I was told.

"Tighter, …harder" he ordered.

I pulled so hard, I thought they were going to tear. The material dug into my crotch, and ass. It hurt, but I knew if didn’t do as I was told, I’d be punished again.

"Stick your hand in your panties, and finger yourself" he whispered.

"Please, please… don’t make me….."

The room instantly went dark, and the fan stopped again.

"Oh shit" I thought to myself.

"I didn’t want to bake in that hell hole again"

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry" I called out to him.

Just then the lights and fan turned back on. This asshole had me just where he wanted me, and he knew it.

I stuck my hand into the front of my panties, and pushed it down between my legs.

"Now finger yourself, Sabrina"

Running my middle finger up and down my vagina, soon had me getting wet. Pretty soon, I found my finger slipping in and out as I got wetter and wetter with each stroke. My clitoris was starting to get puffy and sensitive. I had almost forgotten that I was being forced to masturbate, and I knew an orgasm wasn’t far off if I didn’t quit doing this pretty soon. Not wanting this bastard to get his way, I stopped.

"Keep going Sabrina, make yourself cum" he ordered.

"The son-of-a-bitch was reading my mind", I thought.

"How could he know what was happening?" Looking down, it was clear. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and my juice’s were running down my leg. I decided that I might as well finish the job I had started. Besides, he’d probably punish me, and I’d end up doing it anyway. So, I let my mind wander, and resumed my masturbation as he watched me through the two-way mirror. I could hear his breathing getting faster and faster, and soon my orgasm was building in my body.

"Oh ya" I moaned softly, as I started cumming. "Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaah" I breathed, as the orgasm swept over me like a warm breeze. My legs trembled as I came.

"Ughhhhh yaaaaa, I’m cumming Sabrina…..ohhhh yaaaaa…. in my hand ……ohhhh, Sabrina, I’m cumming…..ooohhhh" the voice trembled over the loud speaker.

"My warm sperm is all over my cock and hand Sabrina." he told me.

It’s embarrassing to admit it now, but I actually came again as I heard him telling me that. I don’t know why, but the images of some unknown man cumming in his hand while watching me masturbate, turned me on like I never would have dreamed. I used to think that guys’ jacking off was disgusting, but this time it seemed very erotic to me.

After I finished, I had to sit down afterwards. So without saying a word, I did. The bright lights dimmed, but the air conditioning and single light bulb stayed on. A few minutes passed, then a small door below the mirror opened, and a large pitcher of water and a cup was pushed into the room on a platter, then it closed.

I was so thirsty, I ran over and picked up the pitcher and drank from it. As I stood there next to the mirror, I tried to look in, but it was too dark to see anything inside. I walked over and sat against the wall, and quickly fell fast asleep.

It must have been a couple hours later, when I heard the voice again.

"Wake up Sabrina, it’s time to get up now" he said.

As I laid there in nothing but my socks and panties, I wondered what time it was, and would he let me go now. Looking around the room, I quickly noticed that someone (obviously the pervert that held me) had placed a bench in the middle of the room, and my blouse and skirt were gone. On the bench was a black cloth head band.

"Go over and sit on the bench Sabrina" the voice said.

"And put the headband over your face like a blindfold" As I slipped the black band over my head, I wondered if I’d ever see my parents again.

"Was this it, was he going to kill me now?" I thought.

I heard the sound of a lock, and then another sound, like wood being slid across concrete. I could here footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I remember jumping as I felt his hands touch my breasts – they were cool. I was so scared I was trembling with fear as they slid up over my shoulders, and down my back. Then I felt his legs between mine. They were pushing my legs apart. One of his hands was now on my thigh, the other was stroking my hair. I could feel him bend over, then kneel down between my legs. His breath was hot against the inside of my thigh. Then I felt his tongue lick my leg. He started at my knee, and worked his way up towards my crotch. I remember it like it was yesterday. I felt like smacking him across the head, and running….but I had no place to run to. It was so frustrating, and scary, I started to cry.

"Don’t worry Sabrina, I’m not going to hurt you,…. if you do what I say" he assured me.

It was the first time I had actually heard his voice, without it going through the speaker that is. He sounded much younger, even though he tried to make his voice sound deep and gruff.

"Please, I’ll do what you want, but just don’t rape me." I begged him.

Without warning, he smacked me across the face.

"I make the rules here Sabrina! You just keep your mouth shut, and do what I say" he yelled.

Oh shit, I can still remember how much it hurt, but I didn’t say a word. My cheek tingled and it felt hot afterwards. Then I remember him reaching up and kissing me on the cheek. Then he moved back between my legs, and continued licking me down there. As he moved closer to my vagina, I remember thinking about something really stupid at the time. I wondered if I was clean, did I smell nice? I know that sounds stupid now, but that’s what I thought right then.

"Ummmm", he moaned as his tongue brushed across my labia, then it darted inside of me.

I couldn’t help myself, I spread my legs wider, allowing him easier access to my pussy. I realized that lust was taking over, and I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. But I didn’t care, it felt good. His licking got more and more intense as he continued. Soon his tongue was pushing deep into me, causing me get wetter and wetter as he did.

"I’m gonna fuck your pussy now Sabrina" he whispered.

I didn’t resist as he moved in closer, and pushed his penis up against my vagina.

"Ugh… Shit" he groaned as he pushed himself into me.

His penis was bigger that I had felt before. Although, I had only been with two other guys before, so I’m probably not the best judge of men’s cocks. It made me feel full, like he was stuffing himself into me, not just sliding it in like the other guys had done before. As he started pumping his cock into me, I felt warm inside, and in a strange way, like he cared about me. I soon found myself enjoying it – although I couldn’t let him know that.

"Ohhhh ya, ohhhh ya" he groaned, pumping faster and faster.

I sensed he was getting close to cumming because he was breathing pretty deep and fast. Part of me just wanted him to cum, and get it over with, but the other part of me wanted him to screw me senseless.

"Oh fuck" he grunted.

I felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of me as his orgasm hit him. His warm semen began filling my vagina, and coating my insides with his seed. As he continued pumping his cum into me, it started running down the inside of my thighs, and onto the wooden bench I was sitting on.

"Uhhhhh God" he moaned. Then holding onto my waist, he pulled me tight against him, pushing his cock in deeper, and he held me there as if to make sure his semen stayed inside of me.

After a few minutes, he let his cock slip out, and stood up in front of me. He touched my breast again, and lightly squeezed it. Then I heard him leave the room. I was startled when I heard his voice again on the speaker.

"Your pussy is nice Sabrina. It felt good to cum in you" he commented.

"You can take off the blindfold now".

As I removed the band from my head, the light hurt my eyes,. It took several minutes for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. I heard a click, then the television set turned on with a loud hissing on the speaker. A few seconds later, the hissing sound was replaced with music, then the picture came into focus. It was a low budget porn film. The opening scene was a close-up of a busty blond girl from the waist up. She was gyrating and moaning in a really exaggerated way. As the camera moved down, you could see that she was riding some fat, hairy guy with a moustache. Then the camera moved in on his cock – it was huge.

I still remember thinking "How could she take all that in her, without it hurting". But she rode him like that for five minutes. Then, I couldn’t believe what happened next. She got on her hands and knees, and this guy stuck that thing in her ass. Oh my God, I couldn’t believe it! After he came all over her back, the scene changed to a gang bang. This little brunette was doing three guys at once. You know, one in every hole. Well, I don’t mean to go on and on about this, so I’ll move on now.

This porno film played for about an hour, then more X rated films followed. This went on for hours. The sound of moaning women and guys groaning and grunting filled the room. I tried not to watch, but it was hard. The room wasn’t well lit, and the only thing I could do was sit there on the bench and wait for something to happen. I hate to admit it, but after a while I started getting pretty horny. I thought about touching myself, but I didn’t know if I was being watched. Just then, I heard his voice on the speaker again.

"I have something I thought you might want to see, Sabrina. Look at the monitor"

Looking up, I was in shock. There I was, on the screen. The bastard had video taped the whole thing. He must have had several cameras hidden in the room, because there were shots from a least three angles that I can remember. One was a close-up pointed down from the ceiling, and it was looking right down between us. You could see his cock between my legs as he screwed me. "The fucking bastard" I thought. It was bad enough that he raped me, but to video tape the whole thing – how brazen!

"Fuck you, you bastard" I yelled out.

Suddenly the lights, the fan and even the T.V. shut off. I was so pissed I decided that I wouldn’t cave-in this time. I sat there for about two hours in the blazing heat. I had no water, no light and nothing but a hard bench to sit on. Even the concrete floor was hot. Another hour or so passed. My naked body was covered in sweet. My mouth was so dry, it felt like I had cotton in it. I started getting a headache like never before. I couldn’t take much more. Another twenty minutes passed, and I gave up.

"PLEASE" I yelled out, "No more, you win"

"That’s better Sabrina" the voice buzzed,

"Now, tell me something….do you want me again?" he asked.

I was broken, and weak from the intense heat and lack of water. "Yes….I want you" I replied.

The lights and fan turned back on, then I heard the sound of water running, and suddenly cool water showered down from the ceiling in the corner of the room. Looking up I could see that the end of a garden hose had been stuck down through a small crack in the wooden ceiling. It was like finding a spring in the middle of the desert. I rushed over and stood beneath it, letting the water cool my overheated body. I remember cupping my hands under the flow of water, and drinking it like it was the last I’d ever get. A few minutes passed, and the water stopped. I slumped to the floor, and let the last drops hit me in the face. It felt so good to sit there on the wet floor.

"Put the blindfold on Sabrina, and get on your knees" he ordered.

I was so relieved that I had gotten a drink of water, and showered, I didn’t resist. Slipping on the blindfold, I turned towards the wood bench, and bent over it like I was told.

As he entered the room, he commented: "That’s a good Bitch, Sabrina. You’re learning".

I could feel his cool hands once again touching my body. He ran them in circles, over my ass, and down my thighs and onto my calves.

"You have nice legs Sabrina, I like touching you" he breathed.

Then I felt him move closer to me – his legs were between mine, and I felt his cock touching the back of my leg as he positioned himself. Then he held it in his hand and began rubbing it up and down my pussy slit. Apparently he thought I’d get all hot and bothered if he did that, but I didn’t. I then heard him spit, and he smeared it over his cock. I was disgusted, but what could I do. Then he pushed his penis up against my vagina, and forced it in.

"Ow, ouh" I cried. But he didn’t stop – he couldn’t care less if he hurt me.

"Oh ya Sabrina, your pussy is so tight – I just love fucking it" he said.

At the time, I remember thinking "What the hell is this "fucking it" shit! Is he fucking me, or just my pussy? What an asshole!" I don’t know why it bothered it me, but it did. He screwed me for about twenty minutes, then he started to cum again.

"Oh Fuck, Sabrina, I’m gonna cum my load in you, you cunt. I’m gonna fucking shoot my sperm in your young pussy and make a baby" he grunted.

I didn’t want to disappoint the bastard, but I was on the pill, so getting me pregnant wasn’t an concern for me – I just wanted this asshole to get his nut, and get off of me as soon as possible. My wish came true – a few seconds later, and he shot his load in me.

"Ughhhhh….Yes" he groaned,

"I’m cummmming…yaaaa"

I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his sperm in me. I felt like I was just a cum hole…a place to shoot his sperm, nothing more. As his dick softened, it slipped out, and big glob of his slimy semen dripped out of me, and landed on the floor. It was so quite in the room you could hear it splat on the concrete floor. A couple seconds passed, and he got up and patted me on the ass.

"Thanks Sabrina, …You’re a good piece of ass" he said.

I didn’t say a word as he left me kneeling there on the floor, with my blindfold still on. After I heard the sound of the lock being set, I got up and removed the blindfold, and sat on the bench. It was gross…his sperm leaked out of me, and I was sitting in a puddle of gooey cum, yuck!

As I sat there wondering how long I’d be held here, I heard a strange sound. It was like a pounding sound…but it was distant, like it was coming from another room. It went on for several minutes, then it stopped. "How strange", I thought. Then suddenly, I heard men’s voices yelling something to one another.

"In here, in here….She must be in here" the voice called out.

"What the hell", I thought. "Who was this?"

"Boom, BOOM!" the door crashed in like thunder. It scared the crap out of me. I jumped back, and almost fell over the wood bench as two figures burst into the room. It was two police officers…they came to save me.

One officer quickly removed his uniform shirt, and handed it to me.

"Here, take this" he said.

"We have the pervert in the house, its going to be alright" the other officer assured me.

As they walked me out of the dark, boarded-up room, and into the living-room of a house, I realized that I was being held in nothing more than a converted garage. Stepping outside, I looked around and started crying. This whole time I was just around the corner from Stacey’s house. Then I saw the pervert who kidnapped and raped me in the back seat of the Police car. He was a punk kid from my school. He’s just a 16 year old jerk that decided this would be something fun to do. His fucking low-life parents were the ones that gave him permission to convert their garage into this sick dungeon. Although, in court they testified that he had told them he was setting it up as a combination dark room, and a place for his supposed band to practice in. Yea, right! I’m sure they never checked it out.

Anyway, the asshole only got a year in juvenile hall, and two years probation for what he did to me. I guess the doctor was right, I’m feeling a little better now that I’ve written this down. What makes me feel even better though is that I heard that he got raped in the ass by a bunch of guys the first week he was in jail. I laughed when I heard that. Plus, I’ve already developed a plan of revenge of my own, so I may be getting even some day.

Rape Story by LaJan

Melissa couldn’t believe it. There was no way – no fucking way – Jeff could be this crude, this insensitive, this fucking rude! Here, in front of all her friends, her jock ex-boyfriend was acting like all other jocks and ignoring her while he ‘hit on’ one of the slutty cheerleaders. He actually had his hand under her top, visibly fondling her breasts! And, not that just her friends were here to see this spectacle – oh no. He had to pull this juvenile, macho stunt right in the middle of the most important day of her life: her first college dance: a “prom night”! (Not truly a prom, this was one of the collage’s theme dances, allowing students to relive the proms they had before or enjoy a first one if they had been passed over in the past). People she never ever bothered to look at twice were now snickering at her, some pointing and she was caught there – pinned by their stares – reduced to nothing more than another used up trophy on another jock-pig’s trophy case. And it had all started out so promising with Jeff, too.

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Almost four months ago, they’d met in the library and he had started up a conversation with her. Melissa was cute but not one of those “fake beauties” the jocks usually went for. No, she was purely, simply pretty with a figure and poise of the dancer she was. Her liberal arts degree was within grasp and she already had plans arranged for her employment after graduation. Her youthful good looks were going to assure her of a promising career in dance. Added to those skills were her naturally taking to the uneven bars and floor gymnastics, which would make a high school substitute’s job something to fall back on between dance shows. Long brown hair was her only standout feature but it framed a face that was lovely even in its simplicity. Her breasts were rather large for a woman who had worked out as much as she had and her medium height made for a striking presence. But none of the jocks gave her a second glance because she looked far too studious to be the kind of fun they were looking for. They wanted sluts get their needs satisfied and they found plenty at college where, unlike high school, the girls were more willing to seriously experiment with their sexuality. But there was a jock standing next to her and he was interested in talking to her and her alone!

They barely got started before they were tossed from the library for talking and laughing. Melissa didn’t even notice she was ignoring her badly needed French studies, mandatory classes where, unlike physical ones, she usually struggled. And Jeff obviously didn’t care whatsoever so they sat on the lawn beside the library and talked for hours. By the time the library closed, they were in full darkness and both needed to get home. And like one of Melissa’s most precious dreams, Jeff moved to her slowly and took her into his arms. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to him and he kissed her lips, gently and sweetly. Nothing crass, not even slightly ‘forward’ but he held his lips to hers for no more than 3 seconds and those seconds were the most wonderful she’d had in her 20 years. When he parted from her, she couldn’t yet open her eyes, wanting the moment printed indelibly in her mind. She heard him chuckle lightly and cautiously looked up to see he wasn’t actually laughing at her; he was laughing because he was genuinely happy. The warmth of Melissa’s smile must have touched Jeff because he returned it and, with a small squeeze of her hand, he walked towards his home. Melissa stood there a while; completely blown away by the day’s unexpected turn of events and giggled like a teenager. Hugging her books, she almost ran home.

In the following couple of months, their relationship grew closer without the usual pressure for sex and Melissa was quite impressed by the way a jock could present himself as a gentleman. She’d never dreamed something like that could happen, much less to her. It didn’t matter that he was constantly asking her for help with his classes; he obviously needed the help and she was more than willing to provide it. Besides, the trade-off was beneficial to her as much as it was to him: the girls who looked at her with naked envy or outright astonishment boosted her esteem so high that it changed her overall appearance. Gone were the half-assed attempts at dressing on the days she just didn’t do anything but dance. Now she put on makeup and styled her hair before and after sweaty workouts, just to make sure anyone who saw her was duly impressed by how good she looked bit both with Jeff on her arm and without him! Life was just freakin’ awesome those days.

Life was so awesome in fact, it was she who first broached the subject of sex. They had been light petting for weeks and it build a massive feeling of anticipation in both of them. But neither had even suggested touching each other’s bare bodies until now. Jeff eagerly agreed it was time for them to take it to “the ultimate level” (as he called it) and they went to her home and her bed. Melissa needed to be there rather than any place else because she badly needed the comfort of her own environment. When she told Jeff she was virgin, he almost passed out. ‘What…? How…? Really?’ were some of the hysterical things he said, fumbling for the proper words. Melissa was laughing so hard by the time he regained his composure, she was crying and doubled over in pain. Jeff joined her and that comfort level, that total destruction of any anticipated ‘mating dance’ brought their bodies closer together in an embrace which melted into a long, passionate kiss and neither of them knew how they undressed or wound up laying beside each other.

Jeff was apparently quite eager (Melissa judged by the ridged pole he was holding between them) but he was considerate enough to ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this, wanted to surrender her maidenhood to him: a jock who was struggling just to maintain the grades he needed for continued acceptance into the sports programs. And Melissa didn’t hesitate to say ‘yes’. She reached for him without any pretence and pulled him tightly to her breast, then above her while spreading her legs to receive him. Without even the slightest foreplay, Melissa was creamy wet and Jeff slid into her completely with the slow and gentle patience of a man far beyond his years. There was only a slight pain as he broke through her hymen and into her vagina for the first time and both of them were pleasantly surprised by the ease of his passage. And they made love, slowly and passionately for a long, long time before Jeff began to fuck her. Melissa noticed the difference immediately: the change in his muscles, the sounds he made, the strength and speed of his thrusts. With a roar, Jeff came into her wet and willing body. She milked his cock as it spasmodically gushed its contents deeply within her womb. Never a moment did she even consider the fact that she hadn’t achieved orgasm; she was so thrilled to have finally proven to herself she that could make a man cum inside her. The feeling of power was exceeded only by overwhelming feelings of love for Jeff. When he calmed above her and looked into her eyes, Melissa just knew he felt exactly the same way.

Obviously, she didn’t know it at the time but Jeff wasn’t even close to feeling anything akin to love for her. All he wanted was the grades. Hell, he didn’t beg to fuck her sooner because he didn’t even like the way she looked! Melissa only realized it was a one-way affair in the week before this shitty dance. By happenstance, the scores for finals had been posted that week and Jeff passed the courses he needed to pass – just barely, thanks to Melissa’s intense tutoring between hours of what she thought was love making. In that week, Jeff started out as cold and turned downright nasty as soon as he felt he didn’t need Melissa’s help anymore. It got so bad that they had a huge fight that led to Jeff’s admission that she was just a way for him to pass classes. It was a just a happy coincidence that she had turned out to be a virgin bu t he told her she wasn’t the type of girl he could have a “meaningful relationship” with and told her it was over.

In stunned silence, Melissa closed her eyes and sighed. She should have known all along but she fooled herself into believing she was the luckiest girl in town. But much, much worse, this week she’d taken her test and she, too, had “passed”: she had been six weeks pregnant before she’d suddenly spontaneously aborted. It was all for the best as she knew that now wasn’t the time for her to start a family. And now she knew it wouldn’t have been with Jeff anyway. Without a single tear, Melissa opened her eyes and said ‘ok, but I want to go to the “prom dance” with you. Just one last favour, alright?’ Jeff had looked considerably pained but agreed to take her as planned.

~ ~ ~

And now, he showed his true colours in the worst possible way. Melissa was humiliated more thoroughly than she’d never dreamed possible. And this time she couldn’t help bursting into tears. Some of the girls who watched her moved to her, to comfort her. But many, many more and all the guys seemed as callous as Jeff and she got no sympathetic looks from them. They either broke into uproarious laughter, pointed at her or both. There just wasn’t a way for Melissa to take any comfort within sight of that asshole Jeff and she bolted from the room, from the building and from the school’s campus, running through lawns, gardens, and central squares. She didn’t know where she was going and didn’t care. She was getting as far from this disaster as possible. Thinking about how horrid it would be returning to classes from now on, Melissa sobbed anew and could barely see as she ran.

The school abutted a rather dense wooded area – a state park that was actually huge in scope. Along the easement between the school and the park ran a bike path. In was onto that Melissa finally left the vicinity of the school to which she knew she’d never return.

The path wasn’t alight by anything but the nighttime sky after she left the surrounds of the campus lighting but the moon was full and she was able to see well. The path led in the general direction on her apartment but it took a long, meandering route. ‘All the better’, she thought then suddenly stopped. What had she been thinking? She could easily walk the 15 miles home; in her excellent physical condition, she could have walked 50 miles without even feeling it. But 15 miles was something she didn’t usually walk because it was far too time consuming; she drove to school – just as she’d driven today. (Jeff had been such a jerk, he only agreed to meet her there, refusing to drive them or even go in her car). Her car was still in the school’s parking lot! She slowly turned around, looking towards the place where she completely forgotten about her drive home and dropped her head to cry again.

It didn’t take her long to realize she’d have to go back and get it but it wasn’t going to happen tonight. Nope, tonight she was going to just go home and get away from Jeff and the school. Turning back towards home, Melissa began walking into the dark.

Her pace wasn’t particularly brisk and she settled into a rather slow and comfortable gait, not caring about how long it would take to get home. She’d get there when she got there. And worry about going to classes in the morning? Hell, that was finished for a lot longer than tomorrow. She’d transfer her credits to another college and start anew. Next time, she’d be damned it she’d let anything got between her and her classes. Next time, there wouldn’t be a fucking “Jeff”, no matter if there were one who’d be with her or not.

The walk was going well and she was now almost enjoying the comfort of the solitude when she heard a noise from the trees beside her. She stopped and listened, her apprehension growing by the second. The sound wasn’t repeated. What had it been, she wondered. Quietly she began walking again and in moments heard the noise once more. Now quite alarmed, Melissa turned to run and stumbled over the long hem of her gown. She knew she was going to fall and curled to roll with it, just as she would have done on a mat in gym classes. Her fall couldn’t have been more beautiful: almost with the precision of a ballerina, Melissa rolled over her gown and brought her feet under her immediately. She turned to face the direction of the sound and screamed when she say the huge shape looming over her. She cowered and shied away from it; almost falling backwards over the same damned gown hem when she realized the huge thing was just a gnarly old tree. Feeling as stupid as a child spooked by the dark, she arose, brushed herself off, and turned to once again continue her walk home, a bit more briskly now.

The sound again. This time, Melissa recognized the sound as a dry branch crunching but not breaking underfoot. The fear now was under who’s or what’s foot (or paw)? This was too much for Melissa to take and she began running as fast as she could in the same direction she had been heading. Pacing her, the sounds from the woods continued. In total panic, Melissa redoubled her speed with energy she didn’t know she possessed and almost flew down the shadowy path. Luckily, it was paved and she need not worry about stumbling again. But the path curved often and, some of the curves led towards the woods in which her pursuer hid. She tried not to think about that and ran on.

Suddenly, the noise beside her turned into a crashing sound and passed her by with ease, running ahead of her direction. Melissa stopped abruptly and pondered turning back when she saw it: the shape was unmistakable. A large timber wolf stepped onto the path before her and growled. For a brief second, Melissa froze there, eyes wide and reflecting sheer terror. Then she relaxed and thought. She knew what to do; all she needed to do was do it. Reaching down slowly, she gathered up a rock that fit well in her hand. She stayed down, the worst possible posture for facing off a wild animal. But her eyes had become keenly adjusted to the night and she could see the slavering mouth of the beast as it slunk towards her. It gained confidence with each step and was almost at a trot when Melissa threw.

One of the things Melissa was good at was baseball. Not that softball shit girls were always steered towards but the real thing. She wasn’t just good at it; she was excellent and her fielding skills came to fore now, when she needed them. She caught the wolf directly in the face, crushing its upper snout soundly with a reassuring crack. The wolf screamed a sound that actually scared Melissa worse than anything did yet and her scream joined its. Then the wolf was gone like a shot and the silence in the wake of his departure was thundering with only the sound of Melissa’s heart. She stood once more, rubbed her hands through hair and down her face. Covered with sweat, she realized just how stupid it had been walking beside a freakin forest, alone, in the middle of the night! There was nothing she could do save walking towards home and safety.

Soon the cold began to set in and Melissa realized she was in trouble. It wasn’t going to be killer cold out tonight but it was going to be very chilly, nonetheless. Wearing nothing but a gown that didn’t even allow for a bra, she wore nylons, moderately high pumps (which had allowed her to run well, though), and panties. There was nothing between her and the cold night air but her resolve to get back home. Melissa picked up her pace and continued the long walk towards safety.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully and, for that, Melissa was extremely grateful. As the hours of darkness surrendered to the first hints of a new day’s sunrise, she had managed to get within a mile or so of home, still besides the forest but much less afraid of it now that light was coming.

Walking beside a particularly beautiful stretch of the path, she stopped and looked towards the dawn, feeling so much better than when she started this foolish walk that she was now just very, very pissed at Jeff. Her hands on her hips, she looked as though she’d have killed him with a glare and muttered to herself about what a punk he’d been and what a fool she’d been to not accept that fact.

She was still muttering when the hand covered her mouth and her arms were pinned behind her with enough force to hurt badly. Melissa yelled into the hand that smelled mildly of soap and heard the meaningless, pathetic sound her voice made. Again, she knew what to do: just like all the smart girls her age, she had learned how to fend off an attacker, even when she’d been caught this unaware. Feinting a reverse head butt, she stomped her firm shoe’s heel onto the instep of the foot between her legs and heard a satisfying groan from her attacker. His grip loosened immediately and she was able to shift from his grasp, turning to face him. Melissa barely turned before she was slapped hard enough to bring tears to her eyes but, thankfully, not to break her nose or smack into her ear, which would have caused intense pain. Her eyes watered badly enough so she didn’t even get a glimpse of whomever her attacker was and it allowed for him to grab her again, this time pinning her arms behind her back without stepping between her legs to bend her backwards. This time, he pulled her backwards, keeping her off balance until she felt herself being dragged semi erect towards the trees.

OK, now she knew what was going on. This was some fool thinking he was going to take a piece of ass from some unsuspecting person forcefully. He didn’t know what he was messing with and Melissa offered a very good semblance of a violent struggle while being pulled through the front line of trees and into the gloom of the forest, where the dawn’s kiss was still unfelt. She faked her struggle while being pulled deeper and deeper into the woods, far enough so that she couldn’t see the path anymore. Now feeling a bit of panic, she knew people had gotten lost in here, some of which were found after days of wandering. A few had been found a bit too late. Everyone knew the beauty of the forest needed to be tempered by a healthy respect for it. It would do much good to escape her attacker just to get lost all on her own.

After what seemed far too long for comfort, she was wrestled to a very small clearing and deposited heavily on her back in a soft, loamy bed of leaves. Knowing this was her second good opportunity, she bunched up her legs, rolling over her shoulders in an effort to kick the asshole in the nuts or face. Unfortunately, he wasn’t awaiting an effort for her to try to hit him. He was on her, his heavy chest coming down hard and fast towards her face from over her head. Melissa turned her face to the side just before he enclosed her, covering her entire upper body with his and planting his head almost between her legs. His weight was far too much for Melissa to cope with and she realized that immediately. He lay on her, crushing the wind from her chest, flattening her breasts painfully under this rock-hard chest, and wrapping up her legs at the upper thighs with arms that left as though they were chiseled from granite. She was completely pinned in a matter of seconds: nothing she could do about it. She used her arms to try to reach around his torso, punch his kidneys or just pinch and scratch but she was overwhelmed by the lack of ability to inhale, which reprioritized her efforts.

He didn’t move and Melissa was beginning to struggle for air. Still he didn’t move and there was little she could do now but beg for him to let her snatch some air and quickly. But, when she tried to speak, Melissa realized she’d waited too long and had struggled her last usable air from her lungs. She couldn’t make more than a small squeak and saw that her life was now totally out of her control. Still he didn’t move and as the black spots began to swim before her eyes, Melissa knew she was in trouble much deeper than she’d ever been in before. As she passed out, she thought just one thing: “Fuck you, Jeff”.

~ ~ ~

When she stopped moving, Adonis lifted his body from the girl’s chest and had a look at her. He liked what he saw and grinned.

Adonis wasn’t his real name. It was the name his detractors used when referring to his massive physique. He looked like the very image of the Greek god: muscles rippling almost everywhere but none looked as though they were over-developed. His body was just what most men secretly envied and Adonis knew it. He came to love the name he’d been bestowed, wearing it as a defiant act for inferior people. In fact, Adonis was considerably smarter than he let others know. Letting them think he was just a muscle-bound idiot served his purposes. Speaking rarely and never interacting with others in public, he was both feared and revered by those who whispered his new name out of earshot, never knowing he both heard them and gladly accepted their moniker.

The girl’s face was slightly blue but she was breathing when he checked. He also took her pulse and nodded. Brushing her hair from her face, he saw a plain looking girl with the discernable appearance of spunk. He liked that. Her breasts were very nice, indeed and he brushed a hand across them, noticing that her nipples remained erect from her recent exertion. He also liked the firm figure of her midriff and, that combined with the lusciously firm thighs he’d held moments ago, led him to accurate ascertain Melissa was an athlete. His smile broadened.

Lifting her dress, Adonis gazed upon the crotch of Melissa’s simple white panties and rubbed a finger up the small slit in the middle of them. The warmth and dampness he felt there was exceedingly inviting. He pulled the panties to the side and bent closer to look at the cunt he was going to use. Lightly shaved, it showed the closely cropped hair of a woman who cared to see her body but didn’t have the immodesty to allow it to be completely uncovered, even in its nudity.

This last bit of temptation was all it took for Adonis to get into action. He quickly pulled Melissa’s panties off, leaving her nylons in place. Opening his pants, he pulled them down, along with his underwear, only far enough to expose his large, fully engorged cock. Adonis loved that cock. He’s used it so many times in situations like this one that he’d lost count. Men couldn’t help but stare at it then look away in shame when he showered in the gym. He didn’t mind the men’s stares; he knew they thought of him as the most “complete” man they had ever seen and he reveled in the notion.

Adonis lay over Melissa’s unconscious body, held himself just above her – almost in a push-up position, and waited. He didn’t need to wait long as Melissa came to in a few minutes after. The look of disorientation on her face slowly dissipated into a look of sheer terror. She felt the coolness of the morning air between her legs, saw her gown pulled up to her belly, and worst of all, saw the man who was planning to rape her. His face was perfect, like someone in the movies or a hit television show. And the muscles she could see in his arms were the most powerful she had ever seen. There were many times when she’d gone to the 24-hour supermarket out of the town to buy one of those trashy novels. They all featured a man like this with a woman looking as though she was both enraptured by being in his presence and fearing for her virtue, knowing she’s going to lose it one way or another before he’d leave her. Inside, those books always ended with a woman in bliss after being ravished in a way which would be considered rape if seen by someone else. Now, she was a character in one of those books and about to lose something other than the virtue she’d given to Jeff and maybe her life, too.

Melissa screamed, hurting her lungs that were still starving for air. She lay where she’d been forced to ground, momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer horror of what was happening to her.

Adonis smiled and listened to her scream with intense pleasure. He wanted it, needed it, deserved to hear it because he was fearsome and loved to hear the fear in his victims. He hoped she would fight and wasn’t disappointed. Melissa drew her body up as far as it would go beneath him and tried to beat him away from her. Adonis allowed her to beat his chest until she realized he didn’t feel the least bit of pain from her efforts. With wild eyes she rambled,

“Please! Please don’t do this! Please! I’ll give you anything you want! Anything, but please don’t hurt me, not like this!”

Adonis’ smile grew broader and he began to lower his massive body onto Melissa. Her panic increased dramatically and she burst into tears, begging him to stop, to let her go, not to do what he was about to do.

Adonis actually grinned at her tears and continued to lower himself on her. Now, with his chest rubbing against her heaving breasts, Melissa screamed again and again, knowing the odds of being heard deep in the woods were slim to none unless someone happened along. And that wasn’t likely since it was far too early in the morning for anyone with common sense to be wandering about in the forest. Overcome by fright, Melissa tried to close her legs and slammed them into the massive ones lowering between hers. Still screaming, his weight began to push her down into the forest floor, in the same position she’d allowed Jeff to enter her. Wildly whipping her head back and forth, she felt the first contact between her thighs and it felt like a piece of warm lumber. If it was possible, Melissa’s eyes opened yet wider and she gasped knowing what was going to be forced into her.

Adonis left no room between them and positioned his cock against the girl’s cunt. He could feel the wetness there and wondered if it was sweat, cum from her sexual excitement, or piss. He didn’t care. He just pushed forward and sunk his cock into her with slow, steady deliberateness, savouring every curve and ripple of her tunnel. And with each passing moment, he felt the tightness of the girl’s hole steadily increase and combine with violent contractions of her trying to both repel the invasion and crush it to prevent it from moving further into her. Adonis loved this part and closed his eyes a moment to limit the sensual input of the rape to just the feeling surrounding his cock as it fucked its way into her.

Melissa gasped again with total agony as she was pulled open from the inside, impaled by this huge, sadistic man. Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him from completing his penetration, she once again pleaded with him to stop. She even offered to allow him to stay right where he was and just hold his cock in her. She promised to let him keep it there as long as he wanted. She wouldn’t fight it; she wouldn’t scream anymore. But she never felt the slightest slowing of the entry of her vagina. Even with the substantial amount of lubrication she was inexplicably creating, she was being pried open like an orange’s peel.

Adonis continued his slow, steady entry and finally hit something that stopped him from proceeding further. The girl screamed in what sounded like utter agony so he knew he’d hit the bottom of her cunt. That wasn’t good at all since easily half of his tool was outside her. He frowned and leaned forward harder. This time, the girl almost choked on her tongue. Gasping for air, her eyes rolled back in her head while she struggled even more intensely than ever before. This was all Adonis needed to get completely aroused. Pulling back, he withdrew his cock, feeling the girl’s tender interior tissue pulled outward with the friction of his retreat. Leaving just the head inside her, he paused a full minute before laying down on the girl, holding just enough of his weight off her to allow her to breathe yet feel the taughtness of his chiseled upper body against her heaving tits.

And then he began. With a moderate speed, he fucked her, ramming his cock into her cervix repeatedly, watching the horror and the pain dance across the girl’s face. He felt perfect: feeling cunt wrapped around his contented cock and enjoying it immensely. Without the slightest pause, Adonis raped Melissa continually. Her strength ebbing, Melissa was finally reduced to massive sobs while whipping her head back and forth, moaning ‘no, no, no!’ But Adonis just continued to fuck her. For what seemed like an eternity, he raped the girl’s hole with nothing akin to passion; he just moved his cock in and out of her to enjoy the pain he was causing. Sure, the fucking felt great – one of the best cunt’s he’s ever raped – but this wasn’t about pleasure, not yet. This was about total submission from inescapable strength. All he wanted right now was Melissa’s complete humiliation and surrender. And she was doing one hell of a good job showing it! Adonis couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he slid into her hole and back out again. She was soaked in there and he just knew she wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck her. All girls did. After all, who wouldn’t want to be raped by a handsome man with a massive cock? He was selective and didn’t stick himself into sluts, even to rape. But he knew this wasn’t even close to a slut. This was prime pussy and he wanted to ride this bitch for as long as possible.

Melissa, still gasping for air, finally gave up and lay prone, waiting for the conclusion, hoping against all hope that it wouldn’t include her murder. The monster inside her had never said a single word before raping her unmercifully. He seemed almost inhuman in his silence. Also, oddly she felt his pants rubbing her inner thighs. This creep didn’t even bother to pull them off before fucking her against her will! What kind of creature would just casually screw a woman while still wearing his pants and t-shirt?

Melissa knew she was wet between her legs and knew it was from her. What was she doing? Enjoying being raped in her gown (Shit! He hadn’t even undressed her, either!), while looking up at the best-looking man she had ever seen? This was a horror story, a nightmare come true and her pussy was so wet the violence of rape wasn’t even physically hurting anymore! How had she been able to withstand a cock far too big for her pussy to hold? It was impossible to ignore the obvious: she was being taken long and hard but her body was beginning to feel damned good about it. Of all the disgusting…

Adonis saw when the realization hit the girl: right when she started crying again. All of them did eventually. If she was a “good girl”, she was humiliated by the fact that her body wasn’t under her control anymore; it was under his. That was when he stopped simply fucking a woman started enjoying her rape. He brought his head down next to hers and pinned her arms over her head. And now he raped for the pleasure it brought him. Hard and fast, he pounded the girl, wringing every bit of honour from her. He fucked her as if she was his to use, a hole for his gratification only. He raped with passion now and used his body to mash his cock as far as it would go into the girl’s cunt and then push it further, slightly bending the massive shaft where it wasn’t able to gain entrance into the overstuffed orifice. The pounding actually scooted them forward in the leaves, making a lengthening rut marking the escalation of Adonis’ fucking.

Melissa was shocked by how much pressure she could feel inside her body. It felt almost as if someone were pulling her in half, separating her by tearing her apart at the pussy. Jeff had been large enough for her to enjoy sex with him but never to please her as much as her masturbation did. There, she used a vibrator, which was far too large for comfortable insertion, but she slammed it against the lips of her vagina, dreaming of being fucked… fucked exactly like this! Again floored by terrible realization, Melissa saw that she had been fantasizing of being raped just like she was being raped now: a beautiful body on a drop-dead gorgeous man, a cock so big it had to be forced into her. She had dr eamed of rape because she couldn’t imagine anyone ever making her happy in a bed that looked like he could have had any woman he chose on the planet. She looked into the eyes of her rapist and cried out with shame even as her orgasm stealthfully overcame her. Staring into the rapist cheek, Melissa came so hard her head hurt from the scream, this scream as much from pain as pleasure wrapped into one. And, while he smiled beside her head, he continued to fuck her as violently as possible until…

…he stopped. He’d stopped with such immediacy she thought he’d had a heart attack or something. He lifted his head and looked down at her, not smiling this time and Melissa feared for her life. She began thinking he was just fucking her until only she came while he didn’t so that he could blame her for his frustration, killing her in the process. Her eyes opened widely and she screamed once more, both from the contractions of her continuing orgasm and from the dread of a death deep in the woods. Again, even in her terror, she thought, ‘FUCK YOU, Jeff! This is entirely your fault and I will hate you for as long as you live’!

Adonis drank in the look of desperation in the girl’s eyes and pulled his cock from the cunt he’d been raping. I stood over the girl, looking down at the ferociously red lips between her legs and noticing all of her cum running from her still orgasmic pussy. She’d really needed that rape and he knew it. Now, for the really fun part!

He pulled up his underwear and pants, covering his still-erect cock. Melissa just lay there in alarm. But he didn’t move after he got his pants closed. Still Melissa couldn’t move, paralyzed by the sight of a man who would probably kill her in seconds.

Adonis took a step backwards and Melissa’s heart jumped. What was he doing? And why was he doing it?

He took another step backwards and pointed into the woods. Melissa swung her head around not knowing what new disaster was lurking behind her. But there was nothing there but more woods, slowly lightening with the morning’s heavily filtered light. Swinging back to look at her rapist (thinking he’s be right over her with a huge knife), he had remained where he’d stepped and, once again pointed into the woods.

With extreme hope, Melissa realized he was actually going to let her go! She slowly reached for her panties and he shook his head so she left them on the leaves and ever so slowly lowered her gown covering her raped pussy, her thighs, and finally her calves. The man never moved and Melissa knew she’d get out of this with her life. She struggled to her feet so wobbly she almost fell, still wearing her pumps and nylons. She looked over her shoulder again, turning back to look into Adonis’ eyes and ran. She didn’t run the way he’d pointed; she ran about 90% to the left, hopefully in the direction she’d been dragged. She really had no idea which direction was correct but she sure as hell wasn’t going to go the direction that monster had silently suggested.

She never glanced back but ran as quickly as she could over fallen branches, rocks and tons of leaves. On and on she ran and still she saw no sign of the pathway. In fact, she saw no signs of anything but more trees. She began to despair but ran on, nevertheless.

Adonis had predicted her tactic of running the ‘wrong’ way but he let her run a while anyway. Her instincts were very good; she actually was headed in the right direction and he couldn’t let her go too far or she’d reach her goal. But this was the fun part: the chase! He waited until he felt the overwhelming urge to pursue her and waited some more. He tortured himself with the knowledge she could actually get away from him. But he knew he was faster than she was and he’d fuck her again, this time, he’d fuck her right! He ran after her.

Melissa suddenly saw a miracle: there was a thinning of the trees just ahead! It may be just another clearing but she didn’t think so. In a moment, she knew it was the edge of the woods. She almost cried out with joy and ran harder towards freedom.

Adonis saw her less than 60 seconds after he’d allowed her to run. His military training had given him all the techniques for silent running he needed and he was almost upon her as he changed his gait, making the noise 220 pounds would have made from a lesser man’s running. She heard it immediately and turned back in terror, knowing the sound of the rapist’s approach was far too close for her to make it to freedom before he caught her. And she caught her heel in the hem of the gown again. This time, she was moving way too fast to stop her fall or even go with it. She twisted hard as her foot became trapped and fell mostly on her back, fortunately between rocks which could have killed her if her head had hit them.

Adonis saw her fall and almost cried out, thinking she’d hit the rocks. But she missed them by inches and he felt great again. This rape was charmed, he thought! And he planned to get it going again right now!

Melissa had knocked the wind from her lungs and she struggled for air so desperately she never saw the rapist walk up to her and open his pants again. She was still trying to get air into her body as he gently pushed her on her back, cradling her head with all the care of a mother with her child. He pulled her dress up again and knelt between her spectacular thighs. This time, he didn’t tease her with letting her freak out under him, knowing he was going to rape her. This time, he allowed her to get her breath and mounted her immediately, shoving his cock all the way home with true violence.

Melissa saw her freedom snatched away and turned her head towards it. She was mildly shocked to see how close she had come: the trees parted rather completely just more than 50 yards away and she could see a passing bicyclist on what had to be the bike path. Knowing she had almost reached her goal brought multiple emotions: her frustration of missing the chance of getting away; her revulsion of the man raping her yet again; and vile, overpowering anger. This latter translated into a hard turn of her head, catching her rapist by surprise as she bit at his cheek. Just barely reaching him as he pulled his head back, she scratched him and left a short red line across his face.

Adonis felt the bitch start to turn just before he was ready for it. He jerked his head away but didn’t quite make it in time. She snagged his face with a tooth and he knew it left a mark. She marked him? She had the gall to put a mark on Adonis’ perfect body, his fucking perfect face? The look of rage in his eyes caused Melissa to shriek and he slapped her, harder this time. It stung like a whip and left almost the exact mark on her face as the one she’d left on his. This pleased him greatly.

Melissa felt the now familiar probing of the penis head against her lips and jerked back from it. It hurt like crazy, rubbing against her extremely tender pussy! And then it was over: he ripped into her so hard and fast she didn’t have time to feel the entry passing her lips. He hit her cervix hard enough to make it feel as though it was almost pushed it into her belly. The force of the entry was so violent, she cried out involuntarily and thrashed her head. As she whipped her head towards the path again, she saw what had to be a jogger. Hope! She screamed repeatedly; the rapist allowed her to while he fucked her with all the strength his massive body could muster. Why wouldn’t the stranger come to her rescue, she thought? I know he can hear me, he knows I’m in trouble. He can probably see me being raped; it’s not so far away that he can’t tell what’s happening here! Then a particular violent thrust snapped her attention back to her tormentor. He was glaring at her with a look of pure hatred and it just brought out the same feeling in her. She turned her attention back to Adonis.

“You fucking piece of shit! Raping a woman is the lowest of the low and you aren’t worth crap for doing it! I hate you, bastard! I f uckin’ HATE YOU!” Blaring her abhorrence at him with renewed passion pleased Adonis. He just continued to glare at her while fucking her wildly. Melissa was still wet and it didn’t look as though she’d lose her moisture any time soon. It was amazing how hard she tried to free herself while she remained as wet as a woman in heat. And Adonis loved every drop of it. He smeared it the entire length of his cock even though only half of it could be speared into Melissa at a time. The splatter from his forced entry splattered her juices everywhere between their lower bodies. Plenty of it reached the entire length of the prick sticking her like a pig.

Adonis broke into a full sweat and he reveled in it. He always perspired heavily when he was working out and he considered rape a serious workout. Indeed, he was using his entire body in the attack and it caused him to heat up with exertion. The sweat dripped from his face and chest onto Melissa’s face and the front of the gown she was still wearing. It rained down on her as Adonis began to increase the rhythm of his raping. As he sped up, the fall of his salty drippings began to seriously drench the front of her gown. It would have been very cold being this wet in the woods at morning time. But she was heating up herself and, this time, she felt the orgasm coming. She fought it by punching the rapist with all the power she had left, knowing it was futile but continuing anyway. But nothing stopped the relentless fucking of her pussy and it was becoming increasingly aggressive by the minute.

Adonis felt his orgasm coming and redoubled efforts to bury his massive organ completely within the bitch’s cunt. He succeeded in getting it a bit further into her abused hole but still not as far as he would have liked it. He was having fun, anyway, and this kind of fun needed to be enjoyed even if it wasn’t perfect. He ploughed away in her pussy and strained towards ecstasy.

Melissa gave up her fight to avoid her pending orgasm and it washed over her, forcing her eyes to roll up in her head, her body to arc then convulse so intensely that she shook like a rag doll in a pit bull’s mouth. She flopped so hard it pushed Adonis over the brink and he held is cock in her as far as it would go and came. The cum shot so hard and fast from his penis that Melissa felt it like a fire hose. She could actually feel the stream of jizz gushing over her cervix and she bawled again, thinking this was how she’d get pregnant again: under a huge rapist who was using her body like a cheap whore’s would be used. The thought brought tears to her eyes and abject disgust to her heart. She felt the nasty prick twitching inside her and was surprised by yet another volley of spasms from another of her uncontrollable orgasms.

Feeling all the release he’d held back when he’d raped her the first time, Adonis moaned loudly and pushed out wave after wave of his cum as deep as it could go into the cumming girl. She’d astounded him by the repetitions of orgasms she was maintaining. He was thrilled to rape so much pleasure out of a helpless cunt and stiffened his cock before ramming it into her one last time. As the remainder of his seed filled her, he looking into the face of a woman utterly emotionally destroyed. His satisfaction was absolute and he pulled his cock from her fuckhole. He watched his cum squirt from her cunt, as there was no way for it all to stay inside her without taping her twat shut. It followed from her lips to her ass, down the crack and to the ground in small, thick rivulets. The flow continued for a while and he watched it until it reduced to a trickle. Then he climbed off the girl’s prone body, pulled up his underwear and pants again, and stood over her until the last of her orgasmic spasms subsided.

Melissa finally got control of her body and lay on the forest floor, totally exhausted and in massive pain. Her pussy felt as though it had been gutted, her thighs had deep muscle bruises she’d feel for weeks, and the rest of her body felt like it had been rolled down a rocky mountainside. She looked down at her gown and saw that it was soaked with sweat from them both and clinging to her like a wet t-shirt, clearly showing her large breasts through the thin white material. With her nipples as taut as marbles, she looked like she’d had the best sex any bitch had ever had but felt as though she’d been beaten down like a dog. She raised herself up to her elbows and looked between her legs. The white smear of cum was everywhere, even above her pubic hairline and onto her belly. It looked horridly vile but she didn’t care. Right now, she was concerned more about what she’d experienced during a violent rape and she was mortified. The fact that she’s never cum while Jeff fucked her for weeks but she came while being raped repeatedly wasn’t lost to her. She didn’t know what to think of herself other than disgrace over her body’s reactions. She closed her eyes and began to sob quietly.

Adonis was immensely pleased to see the girl crying after the rape. They almost always did and it was only truly good when they did. If they didn’t, he needed to do something mean to them and he didn’t want to be mean to this girl. She had done all the things he needed her to do and she was still doing them. He gave her a few minutes then said,

“Get up”.

The first words he’d said to her pulled Melissa from her self-loathing and back to the present danger. She looked up to see the bastard standing over her again, the front of his pants wet from being so close to his cock as it raped her. But what really startled her was the hardness still present under the wet spot. The son of a bitch was still erect after cumming like crazy inside her! But the sound of his voice almost melted her heart. The sound like honey draped over cream came from his mouth and she was amazed to hear such beauty from such a beast. She sat there with her mouth agape.

“Get up”, he repeated, this time with the hint of pending anger permeating the sweet voice.

Melissa dragged herself to her feet and, once again, was mildly amused to see she still had her nylons and shoes on. She lowered her dress again and waited for whatever he chose to do to kill her. She was resigned to it and she wasn’t going to fight anymore. She’d face her death with that single shred of dignity.

“Run”.

Omg, no. No. Not possible. No freakin way was she going to be able to run with her entire body so sore she could barely stand, let alone walk, and certainly not run. But there he was and he was saying it again:

“Run, you fuckin bitch or I’ll rape you again right here, right now”. The venom in which these quietly hissed words were spoken chilled Melissa’s soul and she reached deep to find enough energy and will to turn and run. As soon as she started, she stumbled and fell in a heap. Looking back, she saw that he was smiling but still standing there, waiting. Again pulling her abused body to its feet, she started to trot until her legs worked again and she picked up the pace and ran. She had no idea where she was running this time except she knew it was the wrong direction to reach the bike path.

Her eyes clouded over and she suddenly realized she was about to pass out so she stopped and bent forward while being supported by a tree, putting her head between her legs. The blood returning to her brain revived her somewhat and Melissa was able to stand erect again. She turned to look back and didn’t see anything behind her but trees. She knew this meant nothing but she started to run again. And again, she heard a noise from behind and she slowed to wait for her rapist to grab her again. When it didn’t happen, she looked back and saw nothing but a squirrel scampering up a nearby oak. Despite herself, she smiled remembering the wolf and turned back to run… slamming into the chest of her rapist hard enough to fall backwards.

He was upon her in less than a second, opening her legs, opening his pants while kneeling between them, letti ng the fully erect penis fall forward and aim at the pussy it had raped twice before, lifting her gown one more time and laying on her while driving his cock back into her cunt. Melissa experienced another explosive orgasm and she lay helpless on the ground as Adonis raped her with renewed vengeance. He reached up, grabbed both her wrists, and pulled her a small distance forward. There, he let go of them and grabbed an exposed tree root with both massive hands. He pulled his cock out of Melissa and smiled into her face as he slid his tongue into her mouth for the first time. Melissa started to gag when he pulled his entire body forward, rubbing it painfully against hers and, using the root, did something akin to a horizontal chin-up: ramming his cock into her cunt so hard that it moved them both forward inches. The agony on Melissa’s face lasted only a second before her head turned to the right and she passed out.

Adonis wasn’t pleased by this. He needed his victims to experience the full potential of his perfect body. He began slapped her…

…and Melissa came to still being slapped. Her head lolled around like a drunk’s and her eyes didn’t focus on anything at all. Adonis saw that she was as fully conscious as possible and started to rape her using the root again. After a long time like this in which Melissa lay completely immobile beneath him, he tried his last trick. This one always got him off the best, and he hadn’t even scratched the surface of that yet. Fuck no! He reached beneath Melissa and grabbed her ass, fondling it roughly for a few minutes. Then, he slid his hands towards her thighs and through all the sticky cum he’d left inside her but had it drip out when he “pulled the meat plug” from her cunt. He pulled at the back of her knees and lifted them straight up in the air. He thrust into her a few times like this, enjoying the pain of having his cockhead banged against the girl’s cervix again. He stopped and rested a moment. Melissa sensed impending doom and cried out for him to stop. She didn’t have the strength to lift her arms so she just lie on her back, legs in the air and spread lewdly.

Adonis waited for the girl to plead with him and she did, just as expected. She knew what was coming and she dreaded it: he was going to fuck her with nothing between his cock and the bottom of her cunt but juices to make the passage as easy as a hot knife through butter. And he knew she knew how much he wanted to rape her into insanity. He wanted to get her to scream one last time. She didn’t and his displeasure was obvious. He let go of one thigh and pinched a nipple hard. Melissa groaned loudly and looked as though she’d pass out again so Adonis stopped. He needed to get her fear to return another way. Sliding the free hand down again, he grabbed a cheek of her ass and began crawling the fingers towards her asshole. Melissa’s eyes popped open and she gave Adonis the satisfaction of hearing a true scream of terror. His fingers stopped short, regained purchase on her thigh, and he used sheer strength to raise his entire body up onto his toes, using her body as leverage. Nothing touched between them as he pulled his dripping cock from her cummy hole and poised it above her. Aiming it carefully, he said,

“Fuck you, bitch” and let his entire 220 pounds fall down on Melissa’s body, impaling her cunt further than it had been raped before. This time, Adonis got what he wanted: his entire cock slammed into Melissa’s wide-open pussy and went completely inside. Where it went, only Melissa could say because there just wasn’t enough room for it. Perhaps it stretched her cunt inches beyond its deeper limits. Maybe it bent double and just expanded the width of her hole. Probably it hit Melissa’s cervix hard enough to dilate it and enter. The pain both the raped and the raper felt was incredible and Melissa’s caused her to pass out again. Adonis’ pain caused him to cum like a waterfall. He screamed to the treetops and pumped cum out like there was no end to the flow. His body writhed and twitched – just as Melissa’s did even though she had passed out. And he laid on her body for as long as it took to completely drain his cock and balls. Long before that happened, the cum found its way around the tight fit between cock & cunt, flowing in a river from the girl’s fucked twat to the rich loam of the forest floor. Both bodies spasmodic, waves of orgasms cresting and crashing through Adonis’ satisfied one and Melissa’s unconscious one.

Adonis finally rolled off Melissa and rested next to her. He would have slept but he still feared this one, knowing she’d kill him with her bare hands if she couldn’t find a rock suitable to crush his skull. He waited until his heart rate slowed to 60 beats per minute and stood over his fucktoy for a final time. He dearly loved the look of her battered gown still on her body. He loved the way her hair matted against her sweat-covered head and face. He loved the way her large tits rose and fell, now visible over the top of the gown. (Sometime during the last rape she’d been exposed and he’d missed it happening while in the throes of bliss from another raped girl.) And he loved the sight of cum flowing from a cunt raped with the might of Adonis. He loved that best of all.

Sighing, Adonis closed his pants a final time and walked away from Melissa’s still unconscious body. He didn’t turn back even once. Reaching the bike path, he started jogging. His sweaty body looked as though he’d run miles to this point and the one guy he passed immediately after he came out of the woods nodded to him, probably secretly admiring his magnificent physique. The guy had an odd look on his face but he was another jogger and he went his way as Adonis went his.

The sun crested the crown of trees and shone down on a rapist. And Adonis was pleased, too.

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."

Ding! Dong! Grace Thompson hurriedly went into the front door to open it. Now who could it be? She thought absently. I’m not expecting anyone today. Robbie’s in a summer vacation with his grandma and grandpa, and I’m on live in my secretarial job in a small firm for at least another week.

" Its probably just another sales agent," she sighed. " Oh well…"

While she walk into the front door, Grace admired her house. Living in mid-salaried, suburban area had its advantages. For one thing the crime rate in her community is almost zero. The large front door was facing the flush spacious living room. Two smaller ones flank the long, black spacious sofa in the centre of the room. In the middle was a low, crystal-clear glass table. To the right of the sofa dominates the glass sliding door leading into the small swimming pool outside. She almost smiled in seeing that. The pool was Michael’s pet project.

Michael Thompson was her late husband. He adored her. Michael knows about her past, and still he accepted Grace. He was the one who saves her, and changes her for the best. And for that, Grace will always love him. That was why Grace can still feel the hurt every time she remembers the night a drunk driver took away the life of her Michael. Grace was now in her early 30’s. But she still has the best body in town. Nobody can believe that Michael, a balding man with a sagging stomach, could catch such a beauty.

Her legs seems to stretch for miles, and having a 26 D cup breast in a thin waistline made everyone, specially the men, took notice of her everywhere she goes, even in any dress. Fathers, uncles, and even older big brothers started escorting their children to school, when Grace started bringing her son 6 years ago. Almost any guy she met, either in the grocery or in school, eventually started flirting and asking her out. All of them wanted to take her to bed. But nobody really knows Grace, except Michael.

Michael met her 11 years ago in a club, as a prostitute. She still could remember asking money first, and that Michael gave it easily. But he didn’t want to fuck. He said he just wanted to talk. They talk all night. Michael was asking about her past mostly and listening with sincere interest in his face. There were other nights. And after a year of dating, he asked her to marry him. Grace remembered refusing, but Michael was so persuasive that in the end she said yes. That was the best decision of her life. Michael proves her devotion by providing her with everything she wants. He paid for her re-enrollment in college, and he supported her all the way until she got a descent job as a secretary in a small firm. In return, Grace tried to become a good wife. She learned to cook, and clean the house. And made Michael really happy at night. Grace could never forget Michael. Damn the drunken guy who killed him!! Ding! Dong!

" Coming… just a minute!" Opening the door, Grace was mildly surprise to see Greg , and Eric and another kid she didn’t recognize. They were Robbie’s friends, her 16-year-old son. They were older than Robbie by a year but her son had a higher year level in school than these boys. Greg , the one this group consider there leader, wear jeans, T-shirt, and a jacket, while the other two wore the secondary level uniform just like Robbie’s—the white polo shirt and black slack pants.

" Good morning Mrs. Thompson," Greg said. " May we come in?"

" Of course," Grace said smiling. " Make yourself at home. But I’m afraid Robbie isn’t here. He’s in his grandpa’s house for the following week." Greg smiled slowly. Somehow, Grace didn’t like the way that happened.

" It’s okay Mrs. Thompson, we came to see you."

Grace absently notices the other 2 kids being fidgety and nervous. Grace decided to concentrate her attention on Greg .

" See me about what, dear?"

The three teenagers entered the house and wondered inside the living room. Greg easily sat on the sofa as if he doesn’t have any care in the world. The other two boys followed and sat down. Grace watched them and could not help disliking Robbie’s friends. She knew she was being unfair, but that was what she was feeling.

She knew Greg and Eric for a year and a half now, when Robbie brought them over one evening for dinner. It was obvious that they have a crush on her but Greg was so cool about it. His wandering eyes always get caught and he did not even get embarrass or afraid about it. Greg was a tall guy for his age, about 6’2’, taller than Grace by about 3 inches. Black, curly hair ragged skin, wide shouldered, and about 140 pounds. But what really gives him a character is his deep, black eyes. It dominates his face with its penetrating emptiness, giving him a sinister look.

Eric , meanwhile, is a 17-year-old kid with freckled face, and sharp broken nose. He always looks nervous and jumpy. Robbie told her about Eric being famous with his short temper, always starting a fight from the simplest things. The last guy, the one they called Mark , was also dark-haired with ordinary pictures. The kind of person you wouldn’t look twice at in the street.

" Would you like some lemonade?"

" Thank you Mrs. Thompson, but that can wait for now," Greg said. " Please sit down"

Although it was said politely, Grace easily knew that it was an order. Keeping her temper, she did not sit down. She stared back at Greg who as usual was rudely checking her out from head to toe. From the faint smile in his lips, she knew he like what he saw. Grace was wearing a white blouse, and a simple knee-length skirt – A typical housewife look. Her shining black hair was up and secured by a small hare clip.

" I’m quite busy today boys." Grace walks into the kitchen and prepared some lemonade nevertheless. " So can I ask what this is all about?"

" Is your VHS player working Mrs. Thompson?" Greg asked, unperturbed by Grace’s annoyed tone of voice.

Even before Mrs. Thompson answered, he was already taking out a VHS tape in his backpack and starting the player. When Grace came back from the kitchen, the 3 boys were already watching the tape in the TV. Grace didn’t took notice of the movie they were watching until she brought down the tray of 4 ice-cold lemonade glasses in the living room’s table. When she turned, she noticed something at the side of her eyes. She looks directly at the TV. It was a penis. She was shocked. How dare these kids bring pornography into her house. She was about to shout at them to get out of the house when a young face of a woman appeared in the TV and covered the penis with her mouth. The woman then started sucking the unknown man. The camera zoomed into the woman’s face as she turned to look at it. Then Greg freezes the picture with the remote. Grace caught her breath. The woman was obviously high in drugs, but still beautiful. It was Grace. She couldn’t believe it. She was ten years younger then, but still it was undeniably her. She could feel her entire body turn cold.

" Where?…Where did you get this?"

" Oh some guy who is a friend of my old man gave him a copy of what he said is the best fuck he ever had," Greg said casually. Eric was looking at her intensely, while Mark is still transfixed at the TV. " I found it lock up in my father’s secret case in the basem ent. Since the old man’s dead, I guess he wouldn’t need it anymore.

Grace tore her eyes away from the screen and turned to Greg who was still sitting comfortably in the sofa. " Why? Why do you have to show me that?!"

" Simple," Greg said evilly.

" I want to fuck you."

Grace was so shocked she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t hardly breathed. She noticed that Eric and Mark was already watching them.

" What?!!"

Greg leaned over and reached for lemonade. He was staring at her while he sipped. " You only have two choices Grace," now it was only Grace, not Mrs. Thompson. " One, you refused and we show this film in school, in front of all the teachers, the students, and most of all to your cherished son, Robbie."

" No!!"

" Or you can agree that you will do everything we want you to do and you can have all the tapes we have…"

Grace blinked at Greg . " …All the tapes?"

" Of course," Greg said laughing. He finished his lemonade and slowly put it back into the table. " Do you think we’re some kind of a stupid idiot? This is only your copy."

Grace finally regained her shattered thoughts. She turned around, crash into a nearby vase and run into a small room that she turned into her home office. She frantically tried to open the drawer, rummage into the contents until she found what she was looking for: Michael’s colt .45 gun. She threw herself into the door, stop in the living room, pointed the gun at the three boys and shouted.

" give me those tapes now!!! Damn you, give it to me!!!" Eric and Mark was startled and almost jumped into their seats. Greg didn’t move.

" Oh shit!!" Mark gasped. " Greg , do something!!!"

" Relax, can’t you take a little heat?"

Grace pointed the gun directly at Greg. " Give me all your tapes now or I swear I’m gonna kill you!!"

Slowly, Greg stood up. Like a cat moving, ready to attack. Involuntarily, Grace took a step backward.

" You stupid bitch," he hissed. " Don’t you think I already planned for this?"

Grace didn’t speak.

Greg took another step forward. " I already made my last will and testament," Greg said grimly. " I put 4 copies of this tape into four different banks. If I die in any reason, then those tapes will be delivered either to the school, to your neighbors, or to Robbie himself!" Greg was delighted in hearing a small groan escaping Grace’s lips. He steps closer to her. " What? You gonna shoot me? Then do it!!"

Grace didn’t even saw Greg ’s hand as it quickly swats the gun away from Grace. He followed that with a hard in the right side of Grace’s face with the back of his hand. Grace stumbled down the floor. Greg took the gun.

" Now, are you gonna let us have our little fun or you want us to destroy your life forever?" Greg could see that Grace was sobbing silently, and it was music to her ears. The turmoil in Grace mind was visible to the 3 boys. But Greg was sure that Mrs. Thompson would brake.

" Okay, you win," Grace said, knowing that she was trapped. " I’ll do everything you want, just don’t show those pictures to Robbie…"

Greg could not conceal the triumph in his eyes. " Good," he said matter of fact. " Now go to the living room and face the sofa."

Defeated, Grace slowly stood up and walks into the small space that Greg had indicated. Then she faced the sofa and the teenage boys. Greg followed her and slumped into the sofa, Eric and Mark besides him. Both were frozen in their seats, and are intently watching Grace, which was awkwardly standing in front of them. Greg smiled and rests his feet at the edge of the table. Oh god! Grace’s brain was screaming. How did I get myself into this? I don’t want to have sex with these children, but I also can’t let Robbie know about my past. I love my son too much to put him in such an experience.

" Please…please Greg don’t do this to me," She begged. " I don’t wanna do this." Inexplicably, her last passing thought was about the stain on the table that will be created by Greg ’s dirty feet.

" Shut up, bitch" Greg said. Although he didn’t shouted, the words ringed at her ears. " I don’t give a shit what you like or don’t like to do. The only thing you have to understand is that we own you now and that you’ll do everything we want you to do. After we’re through with you, you get your tapes. You understand?"

Grace could not believe her ears. " Please…"

" Rule No.1" Greg cut her off. " You don’t talk unless someone told you so.
Rule no.2, every time you hesitate to do anything we want you to do, you get hit."

With that Grace stop talking. Eric ’s face was filled with anticipation. Mark had irregular breathing.

" Now Grace," Greg slowly smiled. " Unbutton your blouse, and hold it open in front of us."

Grace stared at him for a second. She was expecting it. But now that he actually said it, Grace could still not believe it. Eric thought that Mrs. Thompson would surely refuse and half expecting her to turn around and ran away. After what seems like an eternity, Grace stared at the wall behind Greg and her hands shakily started unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Slowly, the thick, white blouse opened. Her black lace bra was slowly exposed to the 3 boys. Greg did not move. Finally, it was open. Taking a deep breath, Grace opened the blouse and holds it with her unsteady hands.

" Now take it off." Eric and Mark wondered how Greg could maintain his voice.

" Now the skirt, Grace." Tears started dropping in her eyes but she obeyed. She reach back, found the zipper and slowly drag it down. Reluctantly, she shook herself until the skirt fell into the ground. She was wearing a matching black bra and panty. She cursed herself for deciding to wear her new lingerie this morning. The sexy, high-cut underwear was her most comfortable pair, but now she could see what it was doing to her tormentors. The panty was like a second skin molding tightly from her crotch to her ass. But Eric and Mark’s attention was in her bra. It barely holds Mrs. Thompson’s ample cleavage. Her full nipples were clearly visible in the material’s fabric.

" Show us those big knockers!!" Mark blurted out. Instinctively, Grace hand crossed her chest in a vain attempt to cover herself. By now, the tears were running down her cheeks.

" Please…"

Nobody saw how quickly Greg stood up covered the distance to Grace and slapped her hard in the face. The force was strong enough to make her step backward, but she didn’t fall.

" I told you, you don’t talk bitch!" Greg shouted.

Grace was now openly squirming in front of Greg . Her left hand touching her face while the other was used as a pathetic shield from another blow.

" I’m sorry, I…"

" Shut up!" She did. But Greg was in control again like a switch. The evil smile was back. He leaned close and unashamedly inhaled the smell of her.

He whispered, " Now why don’t you be a good girl and do what Mark wants you to do."

" Come on! Come on!" Mark repeated. Reluctantly, with Greg still close, she obeyed. She reached back and unhooked the straps. She let it slide down her shoulder. And with a deep breath, she let it fall to the ground. Her glorious breast was exposed for all to see. At that close Greg could easily see the firmness of her erect pink nipples.

Mark wasn’t satisfied. " Now show us your beautiful bush! Show it bitch! Now!"

" That’s right. Now, you fucking slut, now!" Eric was almost hysterical.

" No," Greg said authoritatively. Mark and Eric turned silent. Grace turned to him, her eyes with a glimmer of hope. " I mean, not yet…"

Greg continued, savouring every inch of disappointment that run into Grace’s face. Unexpectedly, Greg grabbed her hair and pulled Grace into the couch. She fell into the sofa helplessly. Then she turned to Eric , who was approaching the sofa. Grace watched Eric , her eyes like those of a trap doe in a hunter’s aimed gun. Eric stood in front of her, and Grace was immediately frightened from the evil hate behind the smile Eric wore so badly. Eric started unbuckling the belt in his trousers.

" Remember last summer Mrs. Thompson when I fell into the oak tree in your backyard and I sprained my left ankle?" Grace vaguely remembered, but she was more concerned in Eric ’s frantic hands loosening his belt. Finally, he threw his belt away. Then he started unbuttoning his pants. " My father was so angry because he couldn’t understand why I’m in that damn tree in the first place." Eric unzipped his pants and with one swift motion, pulled down both his pants and brief. His erection was exposed in front of Grace.

" You see, I couldn’t tell him. I was at the tree so I can spy on you after you finish taking a shower. You’ll walk into your room naked for a while before you brush your hair and change clothes. There I will jerk off before you finish dressing. But that day, I was so carried away I forgot holding a branch and I fell."

He laughed. His eyes never leaving her breast. Grace could hardly look at Eric . She wanted to close her ears. She didn’t want to hear perverted stories. Then like a light bulb, Eric ’s laugh was gone.

" Hold your breast, Mrs. Thompson. Now! Hold it in front of me. And open your eyes, damn it! Look at me!"

Grace touched her own breast, cupping it obediently in front of Eric. She opened her eyes. But she could not look at Eric . She just couldn’t. Eric whipped out his dick and waves it in front of her. Then still intently looking at Grace, he started jerking off.

" Squeeze it! Squeeze it!"

Mechanically, Grace did what she was told. She massages her breast. At first just softly. But sensing Eric was about to explode in anger, more forcefully.

" That’s it, bitch" Eric said hoarsely, his eyes were almost half-closed. His hands a blur in his 8-inched dick. " I think you know I was watching you, huh? You dirty slut! You want me to look at you, forcing me to do these dirty things. You know I was watching you!!"

" No, please…. I don’t…"

" Shut up! Squeeze your jugs! Squeeze them dry! That’s it…Yeah."

Then Mark was pushed to sit next to Grace. Abruptly, Grace stop massaging her breasts and looks at Mark. He was stark naked, quite skinny, but Grace was horrified seeing his enormous rod. How could a 17-year-old kid have a stiff dick as big as that? Grace thought.

Greg was the one who pushed Mark to her, then went behind the sofa and whispered, " Mark is kinda lazy, Grace. So give him a hand job."

Before she could even think about it, Mark was already her hands and guiding it to his cock. " Make it good Mrs. Thompson," Mark said, as he forces Grace to wrap her delicate hand to his pulsating phallus. " I know you’re used to doing this anyway." Mark was guiding her hand in the first few strokes, but finally letting Grace do it herself afterwards. He then proceeded exploring her body. Facing her, he put one hand to her shoulder and pulled her closer, while the other hand started molding her body. Grace cringed, but kept on stroking Mark’s penis.

Eric was oblivious of this and continued jacking off in front of them. Mark grab her hair and forced her lips to kiss him. Grace was disgusted with the wet, sloppy feeling as Mark tongue darted inside hers, seeking to open it. Grace remembered that she shouldn’t resist him, and slightly opened her mouth. Mark’s demanding tongue roamed inside her own tongue and teeth. Grace moaned when the pressure of Mark’s hand in her increases. He started pinching her nipples. Since her face was still turned to Mark, Grace couldn’t see the one who sat at the other side of her. But she could sense it as the pressure of the sofa shifted.

She felt another hand caressing her flat belly. Was it Greg ? Mark finally let go of her face and started licking her neck instead. Awkwardly, since Mark was still forcing her to lean on him, Grace tried to turn around. Then her luminous, big, blue eyes suddenly were staring in Greg ’s empty black eyes. Then she shivered. Greg ’s hand slide into her panty and started massaging her cunt.

" Don’t please…" she whispered. " Please…"

" I always wanted to do this to you, Grace" Greg whispered back. Overriding the slurping sounds that Mark is making as he devoured Grace’s breast with his mouth. And the rhythmic " Pak! Pak! Pak!" sound as Eric masturbates.

How the hell did I get myself into this? Grace’s brain was screaming. Two guys were groping and touching me while another one was jerking off in front of us and I’m helping another one get off. It’s impossible! She didn’t how long it was, but finally Eric came. His cum came spurting out in an arc and dropped in Mark’s back.

" Oh Christ, man !!" But Eric didn’t hear him and dropped into the other sofa. His eyes close, mouth open and breathing deeply. " Yeah, that was great…" Mark was also about to orgasm. His body was arched backward. Like, Eric , his eyes were close too. " Faster, bitch. Faster!!" He shouted. Grace obeyed. Another second or two passed and Mark’s body was rocking from spasm after spasm after spasm. " AAAAHHH!!" His sticky cum pouring in Grace’s hand. After a moment, he too slumped weakly in the sofa.

" Now its just the you and me, baby." Greg whispered in her ears, his hand still busy inside his victim’s panty. Abruptly, Greg jumped into his feet. " Let’s go to your room," He ordered, pulling Grace into her feet.

Dazed, Grace followed Greg ’s instruction without speaking. Her hand automatically covering her exposed breast. The lighted L-shaped corridor that leads to her room seems like miles away to her as she walks in the end of it to go to her own room. Hers and Michael’s. I haven’t had sex in my room for the last 4 years and now I’m leading a teenage boy half my age to my bed to rape me. She wanted to run, but Robbie´s hurt face kept coming to her mind. No, I have to do this. I’ll have to do everything they want, for Robbie´s sake. It doesn’t matter. I have done this a hundred times already in the past. I’m just reliving it. A drop of tear came to her crystal, blue eyes. That was exactly the point. I thought I have left my past. But now it is all coming back to me with a vengeance. Oh god! I don’t wanna do this…

" Stop sniffling, whore." Upon reaching the room, Greg pushed Grace into her bed. She sat up at the edge of the king-sized bed and consciously tried to be smaller. Greg walked close, and with his knees, separated her legs and positioned himself in front of her.

" Open your eyes and watched me," the voice were calm and soothing, like a doctors. Then slowly, he stripped she was forced to watched him. First the jacket, then he raised his shirt. He kicked off his shoes, pulled his socks and finally unzipped his trousers. Then he paused. Grace thought for a moment that in some insane irony that Greg might be shy. But after a second she realized that he was just making sure that Grace was looking. He bend over, his face inches away from Grace, and started pulling his brief down.

" Not my face, look at my cock." It was at least 8 inches long. It was red, and big, and menacing. " Take a good look, He leered. " That will be your master for a long time…"

" Now hold it in both hands," Greg said. " So it will stay hard while I pull your panties down."

Grace did what she was ordered to do. When she was totally naked, Greg told her to lay down on her back. In the centre of the bed, Grace laid down. Greg took both of her wrist, yanked it to the bed post, and making a loop with his belt, tied her hands down. Then he tied the other end of the belt to the post itself. Now Grace was completely helpless. Her wrist hurt from being tied so tightly. Greg was now placing himself between her legs. Using his hands, he started entering her cunt. His fingers work expertly to make her wet. Grace closed her eyes tightly that it hurts. Greg was succeeding. Finally, Greg placed his cock in her opening and shoved it in. Despite the lubrication, Grace felt an excruciating pain.

After shoving his cock inside her however, Greg stop. " Look at me, bitch!" Greg ordered. Slowly, Grace opened her eyes and saw Greg ’s face inches away from her own. " Keep your eyes open, bitch or you gonna get hurt even more." For a moment he waited and made sure Grace was following instructions. Satisfied, he started moving. He withdrew and then plunged his cock back again and again and again. The bed was creaking from every impact of Greg ’s violent thrust inside Grace’s gorgeous body. Small moans escape her mouth even though she was biting her lower lip to stop herself from screaming in agony. Greg buried his face in her neck, but Grace ‘s eyes were still open looking at the ceiling while Greg was pounding her. Her wrist was going numb as it get pulled from the continues pressure. Greg pumped faster and faster. He didn’t even tried to touch her breast, keeping his hands in Grace’s shoulder, gripping it painfully instead. It’s as if nothing else exist except her cunt which he was attacking madly. The pain was excruciating for Grace, while she kept hearing her grunts of satisfaction. My god! I’m being Rape!

" Oh man," Greg groaned dreamily. " I never thought it will be this good! UMPH! Take it bitch! Take it all!"

Grace has no idea how long it took until Greg finally explodes inside her. But it doesn’t matter anymore because after he finally stood up, Mark and Eric was already waiting for there turn.

" Guys, guys!! Come on…" Greg said.

" Don’t fight. We got all day. She’s yours whenever you want her."

Eric was looking at Grace’s sprawled body in bed. She still haven’t covered her vagina which is dripping wet from sweat and Greg ’s white, sticky cum.

" Okay," he said reluctantly. You go a head Mark. I’ll take the next ride…"

Mark eagerly jump in the bed. Greg and Eric went back to the living room and left them for a while. Mark was already taking off the belt which have tied Grace in the bed post. Grace mercifully rubbed her wrist to bring back blood from her numbed hand. Mark just watched her. He was already naked, and his large phallus pointed directly at the side of Grace’s hips. It was proof of his eagerness to begin.

" Thank you," Grace said quietly.

" Thank you isn’t good enough, Mrs. Thompson. You have to pay for that with your services."

Grace didn’t speak. IT won’t make any difference if she did. She could not even look at him in the eyes. Mark pushed her out of the bed then sat himself at the edge of it. His eyes never living Grace’s body.

" Spread your legs, Mrs. Thompson" Mark ordered. " From now on, you will never cover your pussy in front of us. Your pussy is ours now and we want it to be displayed for us all the time." Grace could do nothing but to obey. Two red spot appeared in her cheek.

" Okay, come here and suck me good," Mark ordered. Grace edged near him and miserably did her task. Mark could feel the heating sensation he received as Grace’s exquisite mouth covered his dick. P>" Faster bitch! Suck it faster!" his hand grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of Grace’s head. The sucking sound grew noticeably faster as Mark applied pressure at Grace’s hair. " Now reach with your hand below, and touch your pussy, slut" Mark said, his voice thick with pure, uncontrolled lust.

" I want you to finger your cunt while you suck my dick!"

Mechanically, Grace reach below and with her left arm, started masturbating as she continued sucking Mark’s penis. She didn’t want anymore unnecessary pain.

" Oh yeah! Good…that’s it…Yeah! Your really good at this, bitch" Then all of a sudden, Mark jerk her head off his dick, the sudden movement made Grace whimper out loud. " All right Mrs. Thompson," Mark said frantically, as he got up in the middle of the bed and laid down in his back. " Get on top of me and ride me real hard!"

Reluctantly, Grace stood up. She climb the bed, then ever so slowly, sat in Mark’s dick. Grace was gritting her teeth as inch by inch, Mark’s enormous penis entered her. Fortunately, rubbing herself gave her enough lubrication so that it was not so painful.

" Let’s play a little game, shall we?" Greg was standing at the door, Eric behind him. Greg walk into the phone near her make up drawer. He then took the phone in his hand and started playing with it.

" We’ll just have to energize your performance level a little bit, Mrs. Thompson. You see, we seem to get the feeling that your heart is not into it." Greg laughed. Mark and Grace was so spellbound that for a while they forgot what they were doing.

" Okay, I’m giving you five minutes to make Mark come inside you. If you do not reach that time limit, I’m starting to call your son in grandpa’s house, and tell him who was good enough to visit his lovely mommy."

" No! Please…" Grace sobbed, her eyes filled with teats. " I’m begging you…I’m doing everything you want…please, live Robbie alone"

" The clock is ticking Grace…"

Grace slowly turned to Mark who wore an expectant look in his face. Grace closed her eyes, and deliberately move her hips. She started to shoved her cunt in Mark’s waiting cock. Grace biting her lips as she pick up speed, fucking Mark powerfully.

" Attah girl…" She heard Greg said in the background. The pain grew inside her body but she nevertheless increase her pace. She hated what she was doing, actually fucking this boy in order to save herself and her family from this awful boy’s knowledge. 2 minutes passed, even Mark’s eyes were close by now. Grace cold see at the side of her eyes that Greg was clocking them with his wrist-watch. She started panicking. What if I can’t make it this boy come inside me in the next 3 minutes? Grace refused to think about it, instead she increase her pace even more. The bed was vibrating from the impact of her shoved. Forgetting every last inch of dignity, she took Mark’s arm and put them to her own breast. Oh please! Grace thought, make your orgasm now!

Not only because of Greg’s threat to her, but also to stop the punishment to her tired body. Another minute passed. Then ten seconds, then another ten. Then another. Finally, Mark gave a loud satisfied cry. " AAAAHHHH!!!" Grace slowed her thrust when she felt hot, sticky sperm shoot inside her pussy. Fortunately I’m still using pills for my menstruation., she thought miserably.

Mark finally finished ejaculating. " Wow! Just in time, Grace!" Greg said smiling. " I never thought how hard that is. I just didn’t think. Guess next time we’ll make it a little bit easier." Greg ’s smile became a leer. " When you fuck Eric , I’ll give you 6 minutes."

Grace was careful in hiding her groan of misery. Even before Mark stood up from the bed, Eric was already climbing it. " No Greg ," Eric said. " No time limit for me. I’ll make this one last." He proceeded in spreading Grace’s lovely legs. Grace didn’t even offered any resistance. He positioned himself between it and shoved his big dick inside her abused cunt. Grace arched her body upward from the sudden unbearable pain. It was like being jolted by pure electricity.

" Now your gonna fuck a real man, Mrs. Thompson"

"Oh please, it hurts. Please stop it…"

" Just shut up, bitch. And enjoy it," Eric said, as he started thrusting inside her. It wasn’t the quick, almost blurry fuck she got from Greg and Mark. Eric was doing a rhythmic, short deliberate thrust that made every entrance an agony to Grace. Again, the bed was creaking from every powerful thrust Eric made.

" Bitch, reach back and grab my butt, while I’m pounding you. Then wrapped your legs over me." Grace silently obeyed, as Eric ’s penis kept on burying inside her.

Grace’s private hell lasted for a full 30 minutes. Eric fuck her again and again and again. Eric was insatiable. After ejaculating, he would be limped on top of her, then after 10-20 seconds she could feel Eric ’s depleted sex organ inside her starting to grow back in his former glory. Then Eric will resume pounding her again. 6 times Eric recovered his vigour, 6 times he fuck her very hard, and 6 times he came inside her. Finally he rolled over his back spent. His hands still idly stoking Grace’s breast. Grace didn’t move. She couldn’t move. She remained still as Eric massage her tits. Her face streaking with tears as she looks stonily in the roof. She even hasn’t closed her legs. She fears that Eric isn’t done yet and that if he found her cunt not ready for instant access, Eric would hit her again. So she remained there spread-eagled besides Eric who was still catching her breath.

************************************** Time flew after that. She didn’t even realize when Eric stood up and started putting on his clothes back. An hour or so passes, when she heard Greg’s voice calling her in the living room. Painfully, she got up in bed and walk into the source of the sound like in a trance. Greg, Mark and Eric were all dress up, sitting in the sofa.

" Come here, Grace" Greg said indicating his lap. Still naked, she mechanically walks to Greg . Like a little girl who would tell Santa what she wants for Christmas, Grace sat in Eric ’s lap. For a while, Greg just watched her. Then he said, " We love to stay but we all have to go back to our house."

Grace shivered anew as Greg cupped one of her perfect breast. " But we’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry. Then we’ll continue our little party. Do you want that?"

A tear drops in Grace face. It seems that her tears will never stop. " Yes," Grace whispered. After a moment, she steeled her nerves and asks, " But when will I get my tapes back?"

" When we are tired of you, Grace" He said, like explaining something trivial to a retarded. " Then you’ll get all of it. So you must do your best every time we are here so that we can get tired quickly." Grace bowed her head in misery. Her spirit totally defeated. " Now tomorrow we expect a warmer welcome from you" Greg continued, playing with Grace’s pink nipple. You should prepare lunch for us and clean the house more, This place is a mess! And wear that perfume you always used when you go out."

" Yeah, I like that a lot," Eric butted in. " And from now on you don’t have to wear any stocking or pantyhose or even a bra," Greg said matter of fact. " You only wear a panty that is cut high in the back so most of your ass shows. If you don’t have any panties like that, then you don’t wear any panties either. You with me so far?"

Grace silently nodded. She didn’t even feel Greg ’s hand in her chest anymore.

" Good, Then go shopping tonight and buy yourself some really sexy nighties. We rummaged through your stuff a little while ago and yours are pretty dull. Buy those kinky nighties which are almost see-through so we’ll really enjoy it undress you." " Well, that’s it." Greg said standing up. He looked at her, but Grace could not meet his gaze. " Bye Mrs. Thompson, See you tomorrow."

With that, all three teenagers left the house. Grace sat on the sofa, still naked. She started to cry. A long miserable cry. When she was spent, she willed herself to stand up. Absently, she cleaned the living room table of the mess they created. Then she went into the bedroom and cleaned that place too. Then naked, she sat at the bed, took the phone and started dialing. It only rang once then somebody picked up the phone at the other end.

" Hello?"

" Robbie? Is that you?…"

" Mom! How are yah? I’m feeling great down here…" Robbie told her about the party he went to last night and the driving lessons his grandfather is teaching him. All the while the tears in came back in Grace eyes.

" Well that’s it for now, Mom. I gotta go, Grandma is calling me. Bye!"

Robbie hanged up the phone. Grace sat there for a while, then with a great effort, she stood up and head for the bathroom. She has to take a shower and get dress. She has to go shopping and buy the sexy nightgown Greg ordered her to wear. " I must not forget that I’m not to wear any bra and panty…."

THE END

Author of this Rape Story is unknown.

Rape story by Courtney Sweet

The naked woman lay in the sunlight, her slender body glistening with the dew like coating of tanning oil that covered her from head to toe. It was a quite day mid week and her husband had gone to work early that morning. She was blissfully unaware of the two pairs of eyes that stared at her from over the back wall; dark lustful gazes of men who had found their utopia.

She never heard them climb quietly over the wall and drop down into her private world; the small earphones blasted her favorite band in her ears and her foot tapped in time. There was no time to scream when the hands clapped down over her mouth shoulders and legs pinning her against the sun bed.

Her terrified eyes searched the faces of the dark skinned men; she knew what was about to happen and struggled with all her might. The man at her ankles leaned one knee across her legs while he unfastened his pants, stroking his long black cock into erection while he grinned down at the pretty white woman.

The pressure upon her neck and mouth kept her upper body pinned to the sun bed while the man at her legs spread her ankles and forced his way between her milky thighs. His cock slid back and forth along the sun oil upon her thighs and then he plunged straight into her naked pussy. She screamed "Nooooooo!" but the hand over her mouth muffled the sound, the thick black intrusion fucked her tight protesting pussy with furious thrusts. There was no pretense of love making this was just hard fucking rape.

He squeezed her pale breasts and nipped at her nipples until they were dark pink and hard, then he pinched them and pulled on them stretching them outwards from her body. The pain was intense and she screamed again, but somehow to her horror the torturous pain being inflicted upon her nipples was making her pussy increasingly wet.

The man between her legs commented on this and they both laughed, joking about her being a hot one and about the possibilities of her actually enjoying the "good fucking" they were going to give her. She tried to shake her head, her eyes pleading with them, but her body betrayed her and an orgasm made her gasp and shudder involuntarily.

The man holding her laughed, and the man between her legs blew his load deep inside her, coming to an abrupt stop and collapsing on top of her for a few seconds. "C’mon, move it, my turn to show her how its really done!" said the man holding her with a chuckle.

The man between her legs withdrew his soggy self from her cum infused pussy, taking the place of the man that held her. The other walking round to her parted thighs with a huge grin, his impressively large black cock already in hand. He boldly removed his shirt so that his torso was naked as well and sliding between her legs he guided himself home.

His cock slid deep, filling her, stretching her, he watched her facial expression change as he entered her, grinning all the while. "That’s it white bitch, you like it slow like this eh? Bet you like it big and black like these cocks, they’re gonna fill your white belly with a little black baby for you to look after" he crooned in her ear before starting to rape her with hard rapid pumps.

The idea of pregnancy had never crossed her mind, her husband was always very careful not to cum inside her, she was not on any contraceptive and fear enveloped her. To struggle was useless; her muffled sounds of protest and squirming body only causing more pleasure for her attacker. He fucked her rough and hard, raising her legs high he practically folded her in half, making it almost impossible for her to fight him. His cock drove deep in this position, nudging the swollen gate of her cervix with each thrust.

She began to cry at the hopelessness of the whole situation; she was being raped by two black men and with the amount of semen being deposited inside her she was most likely going to end up with a black baby. The hot flood of cum inside her brought her back to reality, it had finished, they were both done, she would be able to go inside and wash them from her pussy.

"Turn her over and hold her again for me" the man at her head said. They changed places again and the woman was placed on her stomach her shoulders once again pinned and a corner of her towel was pushed into her mouth. Her hips were drawn up and she groaned as a cock was driven deep into her gaping pussy. She was being fucked again, this time in the most humiliating position of a dog, from behind. It took longer this time for him to finish, his throbbing, thrusting cock punishing her for what seemed like hours. Then when she braced herself for the inevitable flood of black seed that he was about to release inside her he pulled out.

There was a second’s pause and then the hard cum soaked cock was pushed directly into her exposed ass hole. She screamed into the towel as the unwelcome member lodged itself deep in her virgin arse, the feeling was unimaginable, she felt as if she wanted to push it out, but when he started fucking her she gasped at the amazing feeling of pleasure meeting pain.

"She likes it, the little whore bitch likes her arse getting fucked" he chuckled, driving himself in and out of the tight orifice two more times before losing his load and filling her bowels with cum.

She lay there on her stomach, legs spread to either side of the sun bed, cum running out of her burning arse and swollen pussy, her eyes were open and she was still breathing. The rapists had only taken just over an hour with her; leaving her lying where they had found her they had vaulted over the wall and disappeared. She reached up and pulled the towel from her mouth, wanting to scream but the point seemed mute, it had happened and no amount of screaming would change it now. The fact that she had actually physically enjoyed the black men fucking her was driven away by the new fear of pregnancy and a black baby.