Rape Stories.

by Luckytom44

She was unsure of how much time had passed when she heard the doorbell. She heard Ricky moving through the house, heard the murmuring of conversation. Ricky was talking to someone at the front door. This might be Carol’s only chance for rescue.

"HELP ME!" she screamed as loudly as she could. "PLEASE HELP ME! CALL THE POLICE! OH, GOD PLEASE HELP ME!"

Carol kept screaming for help from the unknown person at the door. Whoever it was had to hear her. There was no way they could not hear her. And then Ricky was at the bedroom door, grinning at his mother. Carol quit screaming and glared at her son.

"There! Whoever that was, they’ll call the police. They’ll be coming soon. And then… then… " Carol quit talking. She didn’t know what else to say. She just knew that help was on it’s way.

"Ah, mom." Ricky shook his head sadly. "God, I really hate to disappoint you, but nobodies going to be coming. At least not the way you think."

Carol was confused. She didn’t know what Ricky was talking about. Of course the police would be coming. How could he stop them? And then, Carol stared trembling as another figure moved into the doorway.

"This is my friend, Arnie. He came over to party with us, not to call the police."

Actually, Arnie wasn’t a friend of Ricky’s. Arnie was nobodies friend because nobody liked Arnie. He was thirteen years old, short and extremely fat. His long hair was greasy and unwashed. He failed to shower as often as he should and normally smelled bad. His face was covered with pimples and blackheads. Arnie was a disgusting individual , which was exactly why Ricky had asked Arnie over. Having Arnie on her and in her would be completely revolting to Carol. It would be one more nail in her mental coffin.

"Oh, God, Ricky! Please don’t let him! Please don’t let him use me!" Carol screamed as Arnie rapidly undressed. He stood at the side of the bed, his eyes bulging as they travelled over Carol’s body. His tongue protruded from his piggish mouth and licked his lips like a starving man who has just seen a three-course dinner.

"Please, Ricky! Please stop him! You can’t let him do this! Oh, God, PLEASE!" Carol begged in vain as Arnie forced her kicking legs apart. He threw his massive weight on top of her, crushing her to the mattress. He was so heavy that Carol found it difficult to breath. The stink of his unwashed body assaulted her nostrils as he clamped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her. He tasted horrid, with breath as bad as his body odour.

Arnie released her mouth as he reached between them, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to Carol’s vagina. She felt the head pressing against her, forcing her open.

"Ricky! Ricky … please … please stop … stop him! Don’t … don’t let … let him … do this! Oh, God … Ricky … PLEASE … doesn’t … let him! … No! … No! … Oh, NOOOOOOOOO!" Carol squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as she felt Arnie bury his cock completely inside her. His stench was overpowering as he rocked his girth on top of her, grunting in her ear as he fucked her brutally.

"Nuuuhhh … nuuuhhh … nuuuhhh … oohhhhh … oohhhh" Carol moaned as Arnie used her body, driving into her over and over. Her mind was in turmoil, rejecting what was happening to her while at the same time having to accept it as true. This filthy creature was sweating and grunting on top of her, crushing the life from her with his grotesque body as he pounded brutally into her. And her son had arranged it. Her son had given her over to this animal.

"Ricky!" It was barely a whisper as the crushing weight kept her from drawing a full breath. "Ricky … please … please … don’t … let him … let him … cum … inside me! … Not … inside me! … Please …Ricky! … Please!"

Ricky was leaning against Carol’s dressing table, his arms folded as he watched Arnie rape her. He could see the revulsion in his mother’s eyes as the slob wriggled and squirmed on top of her. No woman could be taken by Arnie and not feel disgusted. He was hideous.

He heard Arnie moaning deep in his throat as his hips moved with more speed and force. Carol was still begging Ricky for help, and Ricky stood by and watched. Over and over Arnie drove viciously into Carol, abusing her with a passion. Ricky grinned as he heard Arnie let out an animalistic growl. He saw his mother’s face contort in revulsion and he knew that Arnie was pumping her full of cum. Over and over he drove into her until finally, his balls drained, he collapsed on top of her.

Arnie lay there for several minutes before pulling out of Carol and climbing off the bed. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Arnie dressed and walked to where Ricky stood.

"Hey, man, thanks. That was great."

"Not a problem." Ricky replied. Carol watched in horror as Arnie handed several bills to Ricky. Ricky had SOLD her to that filthy creature! He had actually SOLD her to him! Carol felt sick. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to die as the feeling of being filthy herself swept through her.

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Carol wasn’t sure what time it was. At some point during the evening, the exhaustion of the repeated rapes caused her to pass out. She was awake now, and knew that it was dark outside, but other than that, she only knew that she was still naked and still tied to the bed.

"So you’re awake, are you?" Carol lifted her head and saw Ricky leaning against the doorframe. His arms were folded across his chest, as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

‘Ricky. Please let me go now. Please?" Carol’s voice was little more than a whisper.

"Let you go?" Ricky asked as he crossed the room. "Why would I want to do that, mom? Hell, you’ve been sleeping for a while. I’ve had dinner and rested up. I’m ready to go again."

She began trembling as she saw Ricky undressing. How much more could she take? How much longer was her son going to torture her?

"Oh, no! Oh, please no! Haven’t you done enough? Haven’t you HURT me enough? Why are you doing this, Ricky? TELL ME WHY!!!" she screamed as Ricky, now naked, climbed onto the bed with her.

"Because I can." he muttered as he forced her legs apart and lowered himself on top of her.

"Leave me ALONE! Get AWAY from me! No more! PLEASE no more! Nuuuhhh … nuuuhhh … nnnooooooooooo!" Carol groaned in frustration as her son once more entered her. He took her face in his hands and locked his mouth to hers as he rocked back and forth on top of her. Carol felt his tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth, intertwining with hers.

"Oh, God, please … stop it! Please, Ricky!" she muttered when he finally took his mouth from hers. Ignoring her, he buried his face in her neck while he slowly raped her.

Ricky’s hands roamed over Carol’s body. He was squeezing her breast with his right hand while he chewed on her neck. Her brow furrowed and she whimpered in pain as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and roughly twisted it. His left hand snaked under her buttocks and she cried out as he forced a finger into her rectum. Ricky moaned in pleasure as he felt her body stiffen underneath him.

"Enough … Ricky! Enough! Please … stop! Oh, please … nuuuhhh … stop!" Carol pleaded as Ricky pumped his finger in her ass and his cock in her vagina. His mother was squirming underneath him, unintentionally exciting him still further as she tried to escape the double penetration. He was driving into her faster and more forcefully, and Carol realized that he was again approaching orgasm.

"No, Ricky. Please not … not again! … nuuhhh … nuuuhhh … Please not … oohhhh … in-inside me! … nuuuhhh … nuuuhhh … Don’t … don’t get … get me … oohhhh … pregnant … Ricky! …Please, PLEASE don’t!"

"Oh, Christ!" Ricky muttered as his balls tightened. "Oh, Christ! Oh, Christ! OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

"Oh, nnnoooooooooooo!" Carol whimpered as she felt Ricky emptying his balls deep inside her. He drove repeatedly into her, spraying her insides with each thrust until he had drained himself completely. With a final tremble, he collapsed on top of her and lay there.

Carol cried quietly while her son slowly softened inside of her. As he lost his erection, she felt his meat gradually slip out of her. Ricky’s weight pressed Carol into the mattress as he lay unmoving. Listening to his deep, regular breathing told Carol that he had fallen asleep.

Time passed slowly as Ricky lay sleeping on top of his mother. Carol lost track of time. Two hours? Three hours? Maybe more. She wasn’t sure. Finally, she felt Ricky stir, heard his breathing pattern change. Lifting himself up, Ricky looked into his mother’s eyes.

"You make a nice mattress, mom. Really comfortable. And waking up on top of you … well … that is really a turn on." Carol could feel his cock stiffening against her leg. Wasn’t this ever going to end? How much longer would he continue abusing her?

"No. Ricky, please no. Not that again!" Carol whimpered softly as Ricky moved up onto her chest.

"Come on, mom," Ricky said as he held his cock in one hand and a fist full of her hair in the other, "open wide."

He had her head clamped between his thighs as he rubbed the head of his dick across her lips. She could smell her own dried fluids on him and her stomach turned.

"Please don’t! Oh, Ricky pleases dooouuurrrgggghhhh!" She gagged on his meat as he shoved it deep into her mouth. Gripping the hair on either side of her head, he slowly forced her up and down the length of his shaft. She heard him sigh in contentment as he raped her mouth.
"Suck on it, mom. Suck on it." Ricky moaned.

"Mmmmrrrrrrr." Carol whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth. Ricky brutally twisted her hair in response, causing Carol to scream in pain.

"I said SUCK ON IT!"

Carol flushed with shame, but did as she was told. What difference did it make? He was going to cum in her mouth, anyway. She knew that. He was going to make her swallow his cum. She knew that, too. What difference did it make if she sucked on it? At least it would keep him from hurting her. At least it would keep him from causing her more pain. But no matter how she rationalized it, sucking on her son’s cock made her feel like a whore. Like a cheap, two bit whore.

"Oh, God, that feels good, mom. That feels so fucking good. Oh, yeah! You were born for this, mom. You were born to suck cock." Carol felt the tears burning her eyes as her son abused her both physically and verbally. What had she done to deserve this? Why did her son hate her so? He wouldn’t even tell her why he was doing this to her.

Ricky was rocking back and forth on her chest now, fucking her mouth. "Keep sucking, mom! Keep sucking! Oh, God! Don’t … stop! Don’t … OOHHHHHHH!"

Carol retched, but continued sucking on Ricky’s cock as he blew thick streams of cum into her throat. As each new load was pumped into her, she swallowed it, knowing that he would force her to, anyway. Finally, Ricky quit moving as the last of his fluids drained into her mouth. Carol continued sucking on his softening shaft, afraid to stop. Ricky let her keep sucking on him for several minutes.

"Okay, mom, you can quit, now" Ricky opened his thighs and released her hair, allowing her head to drop back on the bed. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he stood up and started dressing.
"Ricky, please untie me. I have to … to … use the bathroom."

"Yeah, you probably do. It’s been awhile." Ricky bent over and untied his mother’s wrists. "Okay. Let’s go."

Carol got unsteadily to her feet and slowly crossed the room. Her son followed her down the hall. She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light, but when she tried to close the door, Ricky stopped her.

"Uh uh. The door stays open. Can’t have you locking it on me and then screaming for help out the window, now can I?"

"But I have to … to …"

"So then do it, whatever it is. I won’t stop you."

Carol flushed bright red. Having someone standing there, watching while she … God! It was so embarrassing! But she had no choice. She had to go so bad it hurt. Shame flooding her, she sat on the toilet and went while her son watched.

"Okay," Ricky told her when she finished, "hit the shower. I want you fresh and clean for our next round."

"Oh, Ricky! Please no! Please don’t do anything else to me! Please just leave me alone!" Carol begged, but she knew it was useless.

"Into the shower, bitch! And don’t forget to wash your hair and brush your teeth!"

Carol wanted to stay in the shower forever. She had scrubbed herself three times and washed her hair twice. Still she felt dirty. She wondered if she would ever feel clean again.

"Alright, mom, you’ve been in there long enough." Ricky called to her. Reluctantly, she turned off the water and pushed aside the shower curtain. Ricky stood and watched as she took a towel from the rack and dried herself. She wrapped the towel around her and tucked it in so it would stay in place, then stepped from the tub.
Ricky leaned against the door frame and watched as Carol first brushed her teeth and then used a blow dryer to dry her hair. She tried dawdling with the hair brush, attempting to delay what she knew was inevitable, but Ricky would have none of it.

"Okay, okay. Enough with the hairbrush. It’s not like you’re getting ready to go out or something."

Carol laid the brush down. "Ricky, please … don’t … don’t hurt me anymore. Please? You’ve done enough. Hurt me enough. Please, just leave me alone." Her voice was small, almost like a little girls. Ricky grinned.

"I don’t think so, mom. I’m having too much fun with you." Carol stood quietly as Ricky reached up and pulled the towel from her. She shut her eyes tightly as a tear traced a path down her cheek. She trembled, but didn’t fight, as his hands roamed over her body. Carol’s will was breaking under the continued abuse.

"Okay, mom. Let’s go." Ricky took her by the arm and led her back to the bedroom. Carol tried to pull away from him, but he slammed her against the wall and pinned her with his forearm across her throat.

"Don’t fuck with me, mom, unless you want to get hurt." Grabbing her arm, he dragged her into the bedroom. Pushing her onto the bed, he once more tied her wrists together with the rope that was still fastened to the bed.

"Oh, God, Ricky. Oh, God, please let me go! Please don’t do anything else to me!"

Carol heard the doorbell ring and saw the grin on Ricky’s face. He turned and left the bedroom. She heard him at the door, heard muted conversation. She heard movement in the hallway, coming closer. Ricky stepped into the room.

"I’ve got a surprise for you, mom. Something that I’ll bet you’ll love. Meet Kyle and Jason." Carol’s eyes widened as two large young men stepped into the room. Both were as large as Ricky, and both were black. "Kyle and Jason are on the Junior High football team with me, and they promised me to show you a really good time!"

"Ricky, NO! Oh dear God, PLEASE NO!" Carol screamed as Kyle and Jason disrobed. "Stop them, Ricky! Please, PLEASE stop them!"

Ricky leaned against the doorframe and watched as the two black teenagers climbed into bed with his mother. One lay on each side of her and started slowly abusing her. Ricky could see her squirming and twisting as their hands and mouths travelled over her body.

"Help me, Ricky! Please … ooohhhhh … help me! Don’t … don’t let them … let them … oh, GOD! … Leave me alone! … Please leave me ALONE!" Carol cried out as one of the young rapists stuffed a finger into her vagina. Carol’s body snapped taut as the other rapist crammed a finger brutally up her asshole. Each one was sucking and chewing on her breasts, and Ricky felt himself getting hard as he watched his mother’s body bounce and twist in a vain attempt to escape her tormenters.

"STOP IT!" she screamed in pain as the two blacks kept brutally finger fucking her pussy and her ass while they chewed viciously on her breasts. "Please, PLEASE stop it! Don’t … don’t HURT me! PLEASE don’t HURT me!"

One of the blacks shifted position and covered Carol’s mouth with his. She felt his tongue forcing it’s way deep into her mouth. He was crushing his mouth to hers, his tongue reaching back into her throat. Ricky heard her crying and moaning around the oral intruder. He watched as she twisted and kicked futilely.

Ricky smiled as he watched Kyle and Jason change positions. He knew what was coming, had asked his friends to do this. Carol felt the panic rising within her as Kyle straddled her head and sat on her chest.

"DON’T! Not like this! PLEASE not like this! DON’T! Oh, God, you CAN’T! NO! PLEASE NNOOUUURRGGGGGGG!" Carol choked as Kyle crammed his thick, hard cock back into her throat. Her body was twisting and her legs kicking as Jason moved into position. Grabbing her legs, he forced them into the air and put her ankles on his shoulders. Carol screamed around the cock in her mouth as Jason jammed his dick completely into her cunt with one vicious thrust.

Ricky’s mouth went dry as he watched his mother being simultaneously raped by the two black teenagers. From where he stood, he could see both black dicks moving in and out of Carol. He watched Kyle, gripping the hair on each side of her head, as he forced her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. He could see her legs kicking and pushing futilely against Jason, her feet pointed towards the ceiling, as he thrust brutally into her vagina. He could hear her gagging and trying to scream around the cock that filled her mouth.

Carol felt as if she would not survive the viciousness of this rape. Kyle was jamming her mouth onto his cock with such force she felt like he was tearing her throat. Jason was driving so deeply into her body that he was slamming against her cervix, causing Carol to jump and twitch in pain with each brutal penetration. She was kicking and twisting, jerking against the rope that held he r arms, but it was all to no avail.

Ricky’s cock was straining against the material of his blue jeans. He hadn’t thought that seeing his mother brutalized would be so exciting for him. Watching Arnie rape her was one thing, but THIS! God, he felt as if he might shoot in his jeans any second!

Kyle and Jason were both moving faster, driving into Carol with increasing ferocity. Ricky heard them both moaning and grunting while Carol was gagging and retching. Kyle pulled Carol’s face tight against his stomach and piston his hips, fucking her mouth. His head tipped back and he gritted his teeth. He growled deep in his throat and Carol snapped taut. Ricky knew that Kyle was filling her throat with cum.

Carol retched as the first long stream of thick cum shot into her throat. It was hot, stringy and revolting. She had to fight down the urge to vomit as Kyle shot stream after stream into her. Her throat and mouth were filling with the disgusting fluids. She felt as if she were drowning. Revolted by her own actions, Carol swallowed Kyle’s load while tears burned her eyes.

"Oh, SHIT!" Jason moaned, and Carol felt him explode inside her. She felt the warmth of his cum spreading through her body and squeezed her eyes shut. Over and over he shot great wads of hot cum into her until he was drained. Never had she felt so filthy, so disgustingly dirty.

Both young men continued slowly stroking them into Carol. She felt them gradually softening inside of her as the tears traced paths down her cheeks. Finally, they pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. Carol collapsed, her body covered with sweat from the exertions that had been forced on her. She could feel Kyle’s cum coating her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She felt Jason’s slowly leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. She watched them get dressed and walk over to Ricky. Once again, she felt a deep revulsion as she saw them handing money to her son, paying for the use of her body.

"Okay, guys. See you at school on Monday. Unless you decide you want some more pussy. In that case, just come on back."

"We’ll keep that in mind, Bro. We may stop back later."

Carol trembled on hearing those words. How long was this going to continue? How much more could she take? She saw the three young men leave the room, heard Ricky let the two blacks out of the house. Then Ricky was coming back down the hall.

"God, mom, you wouldn’t believe how horny I got watching those two fuck you like that. I mean, I damn near creamed my jeans! So now I guess it’s my turn again."

Carol squeezed her eyes shut as Ricky once more undressed. She felt him climb onto the bed. She didn’t fight as he spread her legs and moved between them. She felt him on top of her, felt him guiding himself to her well-lubricated vagina. "Please don’t." she whispered as he entered her, then lay still and quiet while her son once more raped her.

He was moaning in her ear as he pumped himself inside her. She felt his hands roaming over her, felt him squeezing her breasts, felt him pounding into her. And yet, somehow, it seemed as if it was all happening to someone else. As if she were watching while someone she didn’t know was raped. Strange. And then she moaned as she felt the warmth once again filling her.

Ricky finished draining himself into Carol, then laid on top of her for a few minutes. Finally, he pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. Carol watched while he got dressed.

"Ricky," she said when he finished, "can I please take another shower?"

Ricky looked at his mother. Her voice sounded strange. Calm. The look in her eyes seemed far away, as if she were staring at something in the distance.

"Sure, mom. You can take a shower. I like having you better when you’re clean, anyway." Ricky untied Carol’s wrists and she slowly got to her feet. She walked down the hall to the bathroom with Ricky following. She didn’t try to close the door this time and simply got into the shower.

Ricky could see that she was starting to slip mentally. How far had he pushed her? How much farther did he have to go? Time to try a little experiment, to see how much she had slipped. While Carol showered, Ricky returned to her bedroom and rummaged in her drawers. He found what he was looking for and placed it on the bed. He returned to the bathroom just as Carol finished her shower.

Ricky watched as she towelled herself dry. She didn’t try to wrap the towel around her this time, but simply hung it back on the rack. She brushed her teeth and dried and brushed her hair. She then turned to Ricky and quietly waited.

"I laid out an outfit for you, mom. Something I’d like to see you in. It’s on your bed."

Ricky stepped aside and Carol stepped out of the bathroom. Turning, she walked down the hall to the bedroom. Lying on the bed was a white satin bra with matching panties and garter belt. Nylon stockings were laid next to the set and white four-inch high heels sat on the floor. Carol didn’t say a word. She simply walked to the bed and started dressing.
Once finished, Carol stood before Ricky while he inspected her.

"God, mom. You look great." he said as he pulled her to him. He leaned back against the dressing table and put his arms around her. His hands were kneading her buttocks as he locked his lips to hers. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and intertwine with hers. She allowed him to kiss her as his hands roamed over her

"Kneel down, mom. Kneel down and suck on me for awhile."

Carol hung her head and shivered, but she knelt down on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. Ricky lowered his zipper and pulled his stiffening meat into view. Carol took him in her hand as she leaned forward and touched her lips to the head of his cock. Slowly, she took him into her mouth and moved up and down the length of his shaft, gently sucking on him as she did so.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, shit, yeah! That feels so good, mom. It feels so damned good!"

Ricky allowed Carol to suck on him for nearly ten minutes. He had his hands in her hair, guiding her to do what he wanted. She felt him getting ever harder as she worked on him. Carol rarely gagged now, even when she took him completely into her mouth. She heard Ricky moaning, felt his pace quicken. Pulling her head to him, he shot a thick stream of cum straight down her throat. Without reaction, Carol swallowed each successive load that he pumped into her. She kept sucking on him, even after he had finished cumming.

"Okay, mom. That’s enough. Stand up."

Carol took the cock out of her mouth and got to her feet. "I’m hungry, mom. Why don’t you make some dinner?" Carol stared at Ricky for a moment before heading for the kitchen. Ricky followed her. He sat at the kitchen table, admiring his mother’s body in the skimpy, sexy outfit while she cooked.

When his mother put dinner on the table, Ricky ate with gusto. Carol ate mechanically, as if she wasn’t aware of what she was putting into her mouth. Ricky finished first and waited for Carol to finish. When she did, Ricky ogled her as she cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Walking up behind her, Ricky put his arms around her. One hand went to her breast while the other went to her crotch. Carol stood quietly and let her son fondle her. Taking her by the arm, Ricky led her to the living room and laid her down on the couch. Carol watched as he again removed his clothes.

Ricky laid down next to Carol. He slipped his left arm under her neck and leaned down over her, locking his mouth to hers. His right hand was roaming over her body, stroking and squeezing. Carol whimpered quietly as she felt him slip a finger inside her. He worked his finger slowly around her insides, pumping it in and out of her. Nature took over, and Carol felt herself getting wet.

"Oh, God. Oh, God stop. Don’t do that. Please don’t do that." she whimpered as Ricky’s finger found her clit and slowly massaged it. His experience may have been limited, but he had read enough porn to have an idea of what to do. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as his finger gently worked on her clit.

Ricky’s mouth shifted to ear and gently y nibbled it. Still his finger massaged her love button. Carol whimpered as she realized her body was beginning to respond to her son’s ministrations. Without realizing it, she had started moving her hips in time with his finger.

"Uuuuooohhh. Please don’t, Ricky." Her voice was low and soft. "Please don’t … don’t … do that. Ooohhh. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. Please don’t make me. Please don’t make me."

"Don’t make you what, mom?" he murmured into her ear. "Don’t make you what?"

A tear trickled down her cheek as she answered in a near whisper. "Don’t … make me …. make me … cum. Please, Ricky. Please leave me … that. Uuuuooohhh! Don’t … don’t … uuuuooohhh!"

Ricky felt his cock getting rock hard as his mother responded to his mouth and finger. She was starting to moan deep in her throat and her hips were moving more rapidly against his hand. His finger never left her clit and the stimulation was becoming more that Carol could bear. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled slowly from side to side.

"Uuuuooohhh uuuuooohhh uuuuooohhh. No. P-please … no. Don’t … make … make … uuuuooohhh … uuuuooohhh … make me … c-c-c-cummmm … uuuuooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her chin came up and her eyes squeezed shut as the long, low moan escaped her throat. Ricky felt Carol’s muscles tighten, felt the trembling in her body. Ricky continued working on Carol as the orgasm washed through her. Finally, the orgasm past, Carol collapsed on the couch.

‘Oh, Ricky. Oh, God, Ricky." she whimpered. "Why? Why did you … did you … make me … make me do that? I feel so … so …"

"Slutty? Is that what you feel, mom? Like a slut? You came for your son. Does that make you feel like a slut? If it does, well! That’s what I want you to feel like. And now, since you had your fun, it’s my turn to cum!"

She felt Ricky’s hands roaming over her as she chastised herself for losing control of her body. It was bad enough, completely hideous, to be raped by her son. But to respond! To actually have an orgasm! What kind of person was she? Was she really a slut? How could she have let that happen?

"Roll over, mom."

"Oh, God, Ricky, please not that again. Not that. It … it hurts so … so bad." Tears filled Carol’s eyes as she begged her son for mercy.

"I said roll over, mom." Ricky said with an evil grin on his face.

Her will starting to break, Carol rolled over onto her stomach. Ricky climbed onto her back. She felt him push the material of her panties aside and press his cock against her dry rectum.

"Please, Ricky, please get some … some … Vaseline. It … it won’t … hurt so much."

"I don’t think so, mom. I like it this way. I like having to force my way into you. I like the way you react to it." he said as the head of his cock entered her.

"Oh, God! Ricky, please!" Carol whimpered as Ricky forced his way deeper into her. Her body stiffened and she groaned as more of his meat entered her. Then, with a grunt, Ricky overcame the resistance of her rectum and drove completely into her bowels. Carol buried her face in the cushions while her son buried his cock in her ass.

"Damn, your ass feels so good, mom. It feels so fucking good!" Ricky moaned in her ear as he brutally sodomized her. Carol whimpered each time he drove into her, her body trembling and twitching, but she didn’t fight, she didn’t plead. Again, she started to drift, started to feel like this was happening to someone else. She turned her head and opened her eyes. She laid still and stared at the wall while Ricky fucked her faster and harder. She heard him groan and then felt the heat filling her bowels as he came, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t her. It was someone else. A stranger. A poor stranger. Carol felt sorry for her, whoever she was.

Ricky pulled his now flaccid dick from Carol’s ass and stood up. She slowly raised herself to a sitting position on the couch. Ricky went to the phone and made a call. Carol was only a few feet from him, but what he said was completely incomprehensible to her.

Carol was still sitting there fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang. She watched as her son opened the door and a file of teenage boys entered the living room. There were seventeen of them, ranging in age from thirteen to sixteen. Four were black, three were Hispanic and one was Asian. The other nine were Caucasian. They stood quietly as their eyes roamed over Carol’s near naked body. The satin lingerie, nylons and high heels were affecting all of them the same, and Ricky could see the bulges growing in their pants.

"Look, mom. Customers! And you get to pull a train!"

"Oh, Ricky. Don’t … don’t let them." she said in a near whisper. "Please don’t let them."

And then they were on her, dragging her off of the couch and throwing her to the floor. They were like animals, grabbing and squeezing, fondling every part of her body. Hands and mouths covered her, fingers penetrated her.

"Ricky! Stop them! Please, stop them! Ruuuuuurrrggg!" Carol screamed as a cock penetrated her vagina, but she was cut short as a second cock was jammed into her mouth. She screamed around the cock in her mouth as a third was jammed into her asshole. Ricky could just see his mother’s legs and one of her arms protruding from the pile of bodies that were ravishing her. The brutality of it was beyond anything that Carol had experienced so far.

The cock in her mouth exploded, filling her throat with cum. As soon as it was withdrawn, another took its place, pushing back into her throat. She felt the heat of cum filling her vagina and her bowels as the two young rapists came, and as soon as their softening organs were pulled out of her, fresh, hard ones were crammed into her. There was no let up. Her mouth, ass and cunt were constantly filled with teenage meat. As soon as one would finish, another would take his place. Over and over they raped her, jamming herself as deeply into her as possible.

And then, Carol was no longer aware of what was happening to her. Her mind, unable to take anymore, shut down. She lay quietly for nearly two and a half hours while the gang of teenagers used her in every way imaginable. All of them raped her at least twice. Some took her three times. A few had her four. Finally satiated, the seventeen teenagers paid Ricky and left.

Ricky checked his watch and noted it was three-fifteen on Sunday afternoon. His mother’s rape had been going on for nearly forty-eight hours. He looked down at her lying on the floor. Her legs were spread wide. Her eyes were vacant, staring at nothing. Her mouth hung open. There was drying cum on her cheeks and in her hair, and he could see the crotch of her panties was sopping wet. God only knew how much cum had been pumped into her this afternoon.

Ricky bent down and shook his mother. He slapped her across the face. He took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and brutally twisted it. No reaction. No reaction at all. Mentally, she was destroyed.

It was time to complete his plan. Ricky picked Carol up and carried her into the bedroom. He removed her lingerie, nylons and high heels. The high heels he placed in the closet. The lingerie and nylons he burnt in the fireplace. Returning to the bedroom, Ricky once again tied his mother’s wrists together.

Ricky looked at his mother. He had become aroused watching the gang rape in the living room. He checked his watch. There was time. Climbing onto the bed, Ricky straddled Carol’s face. Carol didn’t react at all as Ricky crammed his dick into her mouth and began fucking her throat. The vacant gaze remained in tact as Ricky pounded into her. She was unaware of her son moaning deep in his throat. And when he shot his cum into her throat, there was no reaction at all from her.

Ricky climbed off of his mother and straightened out his clothes. Running his fingers through his hair, he went to the phone and dialled.

"Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?"

"Oh God! It’s my mother!" Ricky screamed in mock panic. "Somebody’s hurt her! I need an ambulance! Please hurry! Oh, God, please hurry!"

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It was nearly a week later. Ricky was temporarily living in juvenile home while the authorities searched for his father. Carol had been placed in a mental hospital in an attempt to reach her. She didn’t respond to anyone or anything.

The police had gathered what clues they could from the Sims’ residence, but they were scanty. Multiple offenders were involved, that was beyond question. It was also beyond question that Carol Sims had been violently and repeatedly raped. Not much else was known. There was no sign of forced entry. No indication at all of how the perpetrators had gained entrance to the home. It almost seemed as if Carol Sims had let them in. Was someone she knew involved, then? All they really knew was that Carol’s son, Ricky, had come home Sunday evening and found his naked, brutalized mother tied to the bed. The police felt sorry for the kid. How traumatic must that have been?

A staff member of the home leaned into the small room that Ricky shared with three other boys. "Ricky, they want you down at administration. They’ve found your father."

"All right!" Ricky jumped up and literally ran down the hall. He entered the administration office and looked around. Only the secretary was in sight.

"Your father’s in Mr. Clarks office." she smiled at him. Ricky went to the closed door, hesitated, then knocked.

"Come in." a voice from inside said. Ricky opened the door and stepped in. Mr. Clark, the Chief Administrator, was sitting behind his desk. In a visitors chair sat Mark Sims, Ricky’s father.

Mr. Clark stood up and stepped around the desk. "I’ll leave you two alone." He left the office, closing the door behind him.

"Dad!" Ricky ran to his father and threw his arms around him. They were finally going to be together. This was what it had all been about.

"Easy, kid. Easy." Mark Sims said as he freed himself from Ricky’s grasp.

"I’m so glad you’re here, dad! You don’t know how long … how long I’ve wanted to … want to …" the emotion got the better of Ricky and the tears trailed down his cheeks.

"Wanted to what?" Mark asked.

"Well … to be with you! To LIVE with you! And now I can!" Ricky was smiling broadly even as the tears ran from his eyes.

"Look kid, I don’t know where you got the idea that you would be living with me, but you can get it out of your head right now."

"But … but … mom’s in the hospital. She can’t keep us apart anymore!"

"Keep us apart?" Mark laughed out loud. "Where did you get that fucked up idea? Your mother didn’t keep us apart. Hell, I didn’t want any part of you. When you were born, I gave Carol a choice, put you up for adoption or lose me. Stupid bitch chose you."

"But … the presents you sent! For Christmas and … and my birthday! They were always so … so great!"

"Presents? I didn’t send you any … Oh, yeah! That’s just the kind of thing she would have done. Busting her ass to try and support herself and you, working overtime and going to school, and she buys you presents and tells you I sent them. Yeah, that’s just the kind of stupid thing she would do."

"But, dad …."

"Don’t "but dad" me. The last thing I need is some snot nosed kid around fucking up my life. Carol wanted to devote herself to you, do everything for you that are her business. I’ve got better things to do. As far as I’m concerned, you can stay right here until you’re eighteen."

Mark turned and started for the door. Ricky was in shock. This was his father? This bastard was his father? This bastard that had wanted to put him up for adoption? And his mother had chosen to keep him! Had chosen to work her silly to take care of him. She could have chosen an easier way. She could have chosen … Oh, God! What had he done? What had he DONE?

Ricky saw the letter opener on Mr. Clark’s desk and grabbed it. Mark never saw him coming. He had just placed his hand on the doorknob when the blade plunged into his back.

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Eight months and thirteen days after her rapes, Carol Sims gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She was still in a catatonic state, and never realized she was either pregnant or had given birth. The child, with distinct Negroid features, was given up for adoption.

Ricky Sims, charged as a juvenile offender after killing his father, was confined to a mental hospital for the criminally insane. It was accepted as fact that he would never be released. He would spend his entire life right where he was. Suicidal, he had to be restrained 24 hours a day. His psychiatrist noted that while awake, Ricky would sit on the floor of his padded cell, wrapped in a straight jacket, rocking back and forth, repeating the same phrase over and over and over.

"I’m sorry, mommy. I’m sorry, mommy. I’m sorry, mommy…………….."

by Luckytom44

Ricky Sims was large for his age. Although only fourteen years old, most people thought he was sixteen or maybe even seventeen when they first saw him. He was 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed in at 165 pounds. Ricky was going to take after Mark Sims, his father, who was a large, barrel chested man. Ricky had the same square jaw and black wavy hair as his father, as well as the straight nose, thin lips and penetrating brown eyes. Of course, Ricky only knew that from old photos he had seen of his old man. His father had left, been driven away by Ricky’s mother when Ricky was less than a year old. He hadn’t seen his father in all of those years.

From where Ricky was sitting in the living room, he could see his mother, Carol, in the kitchen preparing dinner. Carol had given birth when she was only eighteen, making her just thirty-two now. Her face was heart shaped with delicate features and was framed by long, blond hair. She had large blue eyes, a button nose and full red lips. She was five foot five and weighed 113 pounds. She had firm breasts and a flat stomach. Her narrow waist transitioned into well rounded hips and long, well shaped legs. Having just come home from work, Carol was still dressed for the office in a light pink silk blouse, a narrow gray skirt that stopped just short of her knees, and matching gray high heeled shoes.

Ricky knew his friends all thought his mother was a real knock out. He was sure many of them masturbated with her image in their minds. They all thought he was so lucky to have such a young, attractive mother. He might have thought so, too, except for one thing. He hated the bitch. He hated her with a passion.

Ricky knew why his father never saw him. It wasn’t his father’s fault. It was because of her. She wouldn’t let his own father see him. She kept them apart. He knew his father loved him by all of the really neat gifts he sent for Ricky’s birthday and at Christmas. So what if she was good looking? She couldn’t teach him how to camp. She couldn’t teach him how to hunt. She couldn’t teach him how to fish. She couldn’t teach him how to be a man. His father could, but she wouldn’t let him. Fucking bitch! Well, he’d show her. He’d teach her a lesson she’d never forget. And then he could be with his father.

Ricky had been planning this for months, laying it out just so. Everything was arranged. He knew what to do, and it was time. Ricky stood up and slowly walked into the kitchen, moving quietly up behind his mother. He stood, waiting for her to turn. When she did, she was surprised to see her son standing there.

"Oh! Ricky! You startled me, sweetheart. I didn’t hear you come up." Carol smiled up into her son’s eyes. Her smile vanished as Ricky grabbed her and slammed her up against the counter. Carol’s eyes bulged as her son grabbed the hair at the back of her head with one hand, burying his face in her neck as his other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed.

"RICKY!" she screamed. "What are you DOING! STOP that! Let GO of me!" She tried pushing him away, but he spun her around and slammed her into the refrigerator, then drove his fist into her stomach. She nearly collapsed to the floor, but he pinned her to the refrigerator door with his body.

"Stop … it! Ricky, please … STOP it! … What do … do you think … you’re DOING?" she begged as she tried to regain her breath. Ricky’s hands now dropped down over her hips, grabbing the material of her tight skirt and pulling it up. She couldn’t believe that her own son was doing this to her.

"Let … GO of me!" Carol’s skirt was now bunched around her waist and Ricky’s hand was between her legs, rubbing her crotch. "Oh, dear God, … Ricky, STOP it! I’m … your MOTHER, for … God’s sake!"

Ricky pulled back and their eyes locked. For the first time, Carol saw the evil in those eyes, and she was frightened.

"Not tonight, bitch. You’re not my mother tonight. Tonight, you’re my fucking slut!" Carol jerked and screamed as she felt Ricky tear the crotch out of her pantyhose. This couldn’t be happening. It COULDN’T be!

Ricky threw her to the kitchen floor, her vision exploding in stars as the back of her head slammed against the tile, her son landing on top of her. As her head cleared, she felt his hand moving between them and realize with a shock that he was undoing his pants. Her son was trying to rape her!

"Ricky! Ricky, listen to me! This is wrong! It’s WRONG! Please don’t do this! PLEASE!" Carol begged as she tried to fight her way clear of her son. She was pushing against him, twisting and squirming under him in an effort to get free. He used his knees to force her legs apart. Panic filled her as she felt him pressing his penis against her vagina.

"NO! Ricky, please NO! You can’t DO this! You CAN’T! Oh, God, STOP!" Carol screamed out in pain and frustration as Ricky began forcing his way into her dry opening. The pain was intense as he drove more and more of his cock into her. He was rocking on top of her, fucking himself deeper into her with each thrust. Carol tried fighting, but it was futile.

"Stop it, Ricky! Oh, dear God PLEASE stop it! You … you can’t … can’t DO this to me! I’m … I’m your … your M-MOTHER! Oh, God PLEASE STOP IT! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Carol arched her back and cried out as Ricky finally rammed the full length of his cock into her. She had never felt such shame or betrayal. He own son was now fucking her on the kitchen floor, his hands kneading her breasts through the material of her silk blouse and thin bra. She tried pushing him off as she dug her high heels against the kitchen floor, trying to get enough leverage to dislodge him.

"Ricky, STOP it! … Nnnuuu … nnnuuu … Get … get OUT of me! … nnnuuu … nnnuuu … Please … get … OUT of me!" Carol had her hands on her son’s hips, trying to push him away from her, but it was a futile effort. Ricky continued brutalizing his mother’s body.

"Oh, shit!" Ricky groaned in her ear. "Oh, fucking shit!" Carol collapsed on the floor and quit fighting. Tears of pain and frustration ran down her cheeks. Her son was raping her, her own SON, and she knew that she couldn’t stop him. She could only hope that it would be over soon.

"Nnnuuu … nnnuuu … oooohhh … St-stop. P-please … nnnuuu … Ricky. Please st-stop! Oooohhhhh." Carol groaned each time her son drove his cock into her. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. Couldn’t believe that her son was buried inside of her, raping her. But it was true. Carol was pinned to the cold tile floor by her son’s body, her skirt bunched around her waist and her shapely legs spread wide as Ricky brutally rapeed her.

Ricky had never been inside a woman before, and he couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his mother’s warmth surrounding his organ. As he continued humping her, she started getting wet, and his pleasure increased. Feeling her body trembling and squirming underneath him, hearing her whimpering as he pounded into her, were more than he could stand. He felt his balls tightening as he drove into her with an ever increasing frenzy.

Carol wasn’t on birth control, and as she realized her son was approaching orgasm, her fear and revulsion increased. What if she became pregnant by her own son? What then?

"R-Ricky! Nnnuuu … nnnuuu … R-Ricky p-please! Ooohhh! You … you can’t … uuuuu … c-cum inside … of m-me! Nnnuuu … nnnuuu … nnnuuu … Y-you CAN’T! Please not … ooowwww …inside of m-me!"

Ricky was pounding into Carol in a mad frenzy, grinding her tailbone against the hard floor. His breathing was ragged and his balls were becoming sore from the load they were now carrying. He heard his mother pleading with him to pull out of her. And then, with a deep groan, Ricky shot a long stream of thick, hot cum deep into his mother’s body.

"Oh, NO! Oh, dear God NOOOOO!" Carol cried out as she felt the warmth of her son’s sperm flooding her insides. She felt his cock throbbing, pumping more cum into her brutalized body. Three, four, five times he sprayed her insides with his fluids. Finally, with a sigh, Ricky collapsed on top of her and lay there. Carol sobbed out her misery as she felt her son’s meat slowly softening inside e of her.

"Why? Oh God, Ricky, why?" Carol whimpered through her tears as her son lay on top of her, panting in her ear from his exertions. "Why did you … do this … to me?"

Ricky didn’t answer as he pulled out of her, stood up and fastened his pants. Carol felt the cum leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. Still trembling and in shock, she slowly sat up and tried pulling the hem of her skirt down.

Ricky stood quietly, looking down at his mother. She was sitting on the floor, supporting herself with her right arm, her left holding her stomach against the pain. Her skirt was barely down over her hips. Her long, lovely legs were curled up as if to protect her from further assault. She still wore the grey high heels. Her head hung down, her blond hair covering her tear stained face. He could see her trembling.

Slowly, Carol raised herself to her knees. Still holding her left arm across her stomach, she grasped the edge of the counter with her right hand and struggled to stand up. Once she gained her feet, she leaned against the counter, her head bowed and her knees trembling. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she tried to grasp what had happened, tried to understand that her fourteen-year-old son had actually raped her.

"We’re not done yet, you know." Ricky said in a calm, controlled voice.

Carol’s head snapped up and her red-rimmed eyes bulged as she met her son’s evil gaze. "Wh-what? What … do you … do you …"

"I said we’re not done yet, mom. That was just the beginning of what I have planned for you. It’s Friday, and I have all weekend to do whatever I want with you. I’m going to fuck you over and over. I’m going to fuck you every way you can think of. I’m going to fuck you in the cunt. I’m going to rape you in the ass. I’m going to fuck you in the mouth. And then … then … well, mom, you’ll just have to wait and see."

"God NO!" Carol screamed as she turned and ran for the front door. Ricky grinned. Even if she were wearing sneakers, his mom couldn’t outrun him. In those high heels, she didn’t stand a chance.

Carol was only half way through the living room when Ricky tackled her from behind. She slammed full length onto the floor, her son on her back. She began fighting, twisting and squirming under him in an attempt to break free. The two bodies rolled on the floor, locked together in the struggle between two wills.

"Let go! … uhh … uhh …Let go … of me! Uhh … uhh … Get OFF!" Carol pleaded with her son while fighting with all of her determination. "No … more! … uhh … I won’t … won’t … LET you!"

Ricky was surprised to find that he was getting hard again. The fighting with his mother, her pleas for mercy, was exciting him to new levels. Ricky fought his way to his feet, dragging Carol with him. Turning, he spun her so her back was to him and pushed her up against the rear of a high backed easy chair. He forced her to bend at the waist so that Carol was now bent nearly double over the back of the chair. Her head was hanging towards the seat, her long blond hair falling loose, and her toes barely touching the floor behind the chair.

"No more! PLEASE, Ricky, no MORE!" she cried out as her son hiked her skirt up around her hips. She tried to straighten up, but in this awkward position, she couldn’t get enough leverage to fight against Ricky. She was helpless before her son’s lust.

"The guys all think you have a nice ass, mom. Now I’m going to find out just how nice it really is!" Ricky pulled out his cock and stepped between his mother’s legs.

"NO! Oh, dear God, NO!" Carol screamed as she felt the head of Ricky’s cock begin to force it’s way into her rectum. The cum that had leaked into the crack of her ass was now acting as lubrication, aiding in her son’s penetration of her. Still, the assault was intensely painful. She dug her fingernails into the arms of the chair as he fucked his meat deeper and deeper into her. Her legs were trembling as her son forced them farther apart, making it easier for him to enter her even further.

"Damn, your ass is really tight, mom. Didn’t dad ever fuck you like this? Or didn’t you LET him?" Harder and harder he drove his cock into his mother’s ass, forcing his way deeper into her with every thrust.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! … nnnuuu … nnnuuu … You’re … h-hurting me! … Ooww … Please … st-stop! … nnnuuu … nnnuuu … Ricky … please … nnnuuu … please STOP! … Ohhh … ohhh … ohhh … OHHNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" Carol screamed in pain as Ricky brutally drove the full length of his cock into her bowels. Bent double as she was, he could penetrate her to a tremendous depth. Carol felt as if she were being torn in two.

"Oh, shit, mom! You feel so good! You feel so fucking good!" Ricky told her as he viciously and repeatedly drove his dick as deeply into her as he could. Carol cried out and her body jerked in pain with each brutal invasion of her tortured bowels. She felt her insides tearing under the brutal onslaught.

"Oh … God! … Oh … God! … nnuuu … nnuuu … Please … STOP! … nnuuu … I can’t … can’t TAKE … oowwww … any … more! … Oh God! … nnuuu … nnuuu … Please … Ricky … PLEASE STOP!"

Carol repeatedly cried out as Ricky viciously sodomized her. He was being brutal, vicious, trying to cause his mother as much pain as possible. He enjoyed seeing her quivering body jerk in pain each time he pounded his rock hard cock into her ass. Enjoyed hearing her screams of anguish each time he drove viciously into her.

Carol’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her brow was furrowed and she ground her teeth together. Her face was contorted into a mask of pain and agony as the brutality of the anal rape increased. Her son! Her own SON! Why was he doing this? Dear God, why was he doing this? Carol screamed at an especially brutal thrust into her. She felt as if she was going to die. She felt as if she WANTED to die!

"Oh, shit!" Ricky moaned. His balls were beginning to tighten. His cock was throbbing and tingling. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fucking SHIIIIIT!!!!"

"Nnnnuuuaaaaaaa!" Carol groaned as her son started pumping thick, hot cum into her bowels. She felt the heat spreading through her, filling her insides, and she felt nauseous. Over and over Ricky drove into her, each time shooting another wad of cum into his mother, until finally he had drained his balls. Gradually, he slowed to a stop.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Ricky stepped back, pulling his cock from his mother’s ass as he did. Slowly, with great difficulty, Carol straightened up and raised herself to a standing position. Then, exhausted both mentally and physically, she collapsed to the floor.

Grabbing her under the arms, Ricky lifted Carol to her feet and gave her a shove that propelled her towards the bedrooms. She had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing again.

"Into the bedroom, bitch. Your bedroom, not mine."

"P-please, Ricky. … P-please no … no more! I … I can’t … I just … can’t …" Carol’s quavering voice was barely a whisper. Her body was visibly trembling as a new wave of tears washed over her.

"I’ll tell you what you can and can’t do, bitch! Now get MOVING!" Ricky grabbed his mother and shoved her down the hallway. She cried out as she stumbled and fell to her knees. Ricky roughly pulled her to her feet and dragged her down the hall and into her bedroom. Ricky shoved his mother up against her dressing table.

"DON’T!" Carol screamed as Ricky grabbed the front of her silk blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons across the floor. Though exhausted, she tried to hit him, but he blocked her blow and hit her with a stinging backhand to the face, knocking her to the floor. Pulling her to her feet, he threw her face down on the bed and straddled her, sitting on her rear and pinning her down.

"STOP it, Ricky! Please, PLEASE stop it!" Carol begged through her tears.

Ricky ignored his mother’s pleas and tears. Grabbing her blouse, he tore it from her shoulders, jerked it down off of her arms, and threw it to the floor. He then tore open the clasp on her bra, ripped it out from under her and threw it next to the blouse. Carol was still screaming and trying to fight as he brokee opens the zipper on the back of her skirt. Jumping off of her, he pulled the skirt from her and added it to the pile on the floor. Wearing only her ruined pantyhose and high heels, Carol rolled onto her back and tried to kick her son, but she was too slow. Ricky had the pantyhose by the waistband and hauled them down her legs and off, throwing off her shoes at the same time. Carol was now completely naked.

When Ricky jumped onto the bed next to Carol, she tried to rake his eyes with her fingernails. Grabbing her wrists, Ricky again straddled Carol, this time sitting on her chest. Holding her small wrists with one hand, he pulled a length of rope from his hip pocket with the other. Ricky quickly looped the rope around Carol’s wrists and tied it off. The other end he ran between the mattress and headboard, then tied it to the frame of the bed. Carol’s wrists were now tied together and her arms were pulled over her head and flat on the mattress. She was naked, vulnerable, and helpless.

"Please, Ricky! Please, no more! Please, don’t hurt me anymore!" Carol pleaded as she watched Ricky start to undress. "For God’s sake, Ricky, I’m your MOTHER! Your MOTHER!"

"Well," Ricky replied, "I guess that makes me a real mother fucker then, doesn’t it?"

Ricky grinned at his sick joke as he climbed onto the bed, his cock already stiffening. It was amazing just how fast a fourteen year old involved in his first sexual experience could recover. Especially when that fourteen year old had a deep seated anger against the helpless, crying woman laid out before him.

Ricky once again straddled his mother, this time kneeling over her face. Carol’s heart began to race as she realized what he was intending to do to her. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as Ricky settled his buttocks onto her chest.

"Oh, God, NO! Not in my mouth! PLEASE not in my mouth!" Ricky had his cock in one hand and a fist full of Carol’s hair in the other. He clamped his thighs to either side of her head, preventing her from twisting away from him. "Ricky, DON’T! Please DON’T! I’ve never DONE this! NEVER! Please don’t MAKE me! PLEASE DON’T! Please don’t MAKAAAUUUURRRRGGHHHH!!!!!"

Carol gagged and choked as Ricky forced his cock deep into her mouth. He grabbed the hair on either side of her head and began jerking her head forward and back, forcing her mouth to move up and down the full length of his shaft. Carol’s hips were bouncing and twisting, her legs kicking and her heels digging into the mattress as she instinctively tried to dislodge her son from her mouth. He was jerking her head forward viciously so that her throat slammed down on the swollen head of his meat. Carol had to fight down the urge to vomit.

"Gggguuu … ackhh … rrruuuu … gggguuu" The choking sounds coming from his mother were exciting Ricky even further. Looking to the left, he could see their reflections in the mirrored sliding doors of his mother’s closet. He could see himself sitting on her chest, jerking her mouth viciously onto his cock. He could see her hips twisting and raising into the air and her legs, those luscious legs, kicking and flailing in desperation.

"Uurrrg … uurrrg … gggguuu … rrruuuu … uurrrg" Carol pulled against the rope that held her arms immobilized, but it held fast. She was beginning to panic as her son’s excitement grew. He was jamming her mouth onto his cock with increasing ferocity. Her jaws were aching from being forced open so long. Her tongue could feel the thick veins that ran the length of the organ that was violating her mouth, and her revulsion grew.

"Oh, shit!" Ricky moaned deep in his throat. "Oh, Shit! Ohhhhhhh!"

Carol knew that he was getting close. He quit moving her head, instead jamming her mouth down onto his cock and holding her with her face pressed tightly against his stomach. He was now thrusting his hips, fucking her violently in the mouth, ramming his cock into her throat. She continued twisting her hips and kicking her legs in a futile attempt to escape her son’s abuse.

"God, mom! Oh, God your mouth feels so fucking good!" Ricky loved the warm wetness that surrounded his cock. As he fucked her mouth, Carol could feel his meat start to throb. She whimpered in realization of what was about to happen.

"Oh, shit. Yeah! Yeah! Oh SHIT!" Ricky groaned and jammed his cock as far into his mother’s mouth as he could.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!" Carol retched as Ricky shot a long stream of thick cum straight into her throat. He saw her image in the mirrors as her heels dug into the mattress and her back arched, thrusting her hips into the air. She froze in that position while Ricky continued cumming, filling her throat with the hot, stringy fluids. Then, as he drained the last of his cum into her mouth, she collapsed back onto the bed and lay still.

"Swallow, bitch!" Ricky commanded her.

"Mmmmmrrrrrr" Carol whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth. She couldn’t swallow this filth. She had to spit it out. She HAD to!

"I said swallow!" Ricky demanded.

"Mmmmmrrrrrr"

Carol’s mouth was still filled with her son’s cock and cum. Ricky reached down and, with thumb and forefinger, pinched her nostrils closed.

"Come on, mom. Swallow."

Carol couldn’t breathe. Her body was once again fighting, twisting and kicking as she felt her lungs begin to burn. She couldn’t do this! She couldn’t swallow her son’s cum! But she couldn’t breath! Her lungs were on fire. Her entire body trembled as her need for air became more desperate. She felt the blood pounding in her head. The agony was overwhelming. She knew, then. She knew she had no choice. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to swallow the cum that filled her mouth and throat.

"Good, mom. That’s good. I won’t have to tell you to swallow the next time, will I?"

The next time? He said the NEXT time! Oh, God, how long was this going to continue? How long was her son going to keep abusing her? He’d already taken her every way possible. What was left?

Finally, after allowing himself to soften in her mouth, Ricky withdrew his meat and climbed off the bed. Carol lay still, crying quietly while her son dressed.

"Please, Ricky. … Please … untie me. … You’ve done … everything … to me … that you … that you can. … You’ve … made me … made me … do … everything. … Please … untie me!" Carol stammered out the words between her tears. Ricky just smiled at her.

"Mom, we haven’t even started." He turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Carol sobbing and helpless. She tried pulling against the ropes, but she was held fast.

Author of this rape story is Computerdude1950

I walked into the club hoping maybe that tonight might be a little different, after all it was my 40th birthday. I did not put much stock in the mid life crisis thing, I was an average white male, married for several years with children, I had fantasized about other women but had never been unfaithful to my wife.

The guys at work had decided to throw me a 40th birthday bash at the club, it was a strip club and tonight was amateur night, amateur night brought out mostly want-to-be strippers, they usually were not very good dancers but a lot of good tits and nice asses could be seen. I had to let my eyes adjust to the smoke in the crowded room before I spotted my fellow co-workers, they immediately began hollering and waving for me to join them. Brad, one of my best friends jumped up and began shaking my hand.

" How’s it going old man, bet you could use a drink" he said.

The drinks started flowing along with the usual 40th birthday jokes and gag gifts. The music continued as stripper after stripper came out on the stage to show their stuff, most of them were very young and it showed nice firm tits and asses. After 3 hours of watching chick after chick strip and grind their bodies sexually the excitement began to wear off, I just happened to look up for some odd reason when my mouth fell open.

My eyes were glued to the woman on the stage wildly grinding her hips to the music she came out wearing high heels and a white 1-piece teddy. Her dark tanned skin stood out against the white teddy, she wore large dangling earrings and her black bra and bikinis could easily be seen through the teddy. I swallowed hard and blinked my eyes several times to make sure I was seeing what I thought. This woman was older than most of the others, this woman was older than the others, I knew how old this woman was. About that time Brad seen my expression,

" What’s the matter, you look like you’ve seen a ghost." He said.

Brad again looked at her on the stage and then back at me, he continued, " You know her don’t you, I can tell by the look on your face."

When I did not respond he went on, " Well, buddy, have you figured out what you want for your birthday?"

I just stared at her and said " Yea, her."

Brad went on, " Who the hell is she anyway?"

I said, " She is my neighbour, her name is Alisa and she is 35 years old. She had lived beside us for about 5 years, she spends a lot of time sun bathing and working out to keep in shape, as you can tell it works. I don’t know her that well but we have had several personal conversations as of recently, it seems that she caught her husband and some other chick in bed, swore to me that she would get revenge. She told me that her revenge would hurt her husband much more than his fling hurt her, I would guess that tonight is just a part of her planned revenge. I am a little surprised that she is doing this, she usually is kind of modest, she sun bathes behind a privacy fence, the only way I could see her was to watch her from our upstairs bedroom window."

The alcohol I had been drinking all night finally took effect as my bladder was killing me; I had to piss badly. I said to Brad, " Be back shortly, got to hit the can."

There was quite a line in the can that night so I was probably gone from the table for about 5 minutes, when I returned Brad hit me with the bomb shell.

Brad said, " So, you would like to have her for your birthday, right?"

I answered with a slight tingling in my groin, " Fucking right!"

Brad responded, "Good, she’s yours."

I looked at him with a doubting look and said, " What the hell are you talking about, you’re so full of shit!"

Brad and I had been close friends since school, it was not uncommon for either of us to pull a prank on the other one, I just figured this was one of those times.

He explained, " I’m not shitting you man, while you were pissing I offered her $500 to do a private strip show at my house, told her it was a birthday party for a very close friend. She accepted very willingly, she is to be at my address in 1 hour, I want you to wait for about 1 and 1/2 hours, then come to my place and claim you’re present."

He and everyone else sitting at our table got up and left, I sat there somewhat in a daze. If this was one of his jokes I would look pretty stupid showing up at his place planning to get my rocks off in the neighbour woman, but if it wasn’t I would miss an easy opportunity to see just how good she really was. I knew Brad was just crazy enough to try something like this, I thought what the hell, you are only 40 once, my mind quickly began planning what I would do to her given the opportunity. I glanced at my watch many times; I did not want to be late. The time finally came to leave; I left the bar, jumped in my car and headed towards Brad’s place.

Brad’s place was a secluded spot several miles from town or anyone. You had to follow a long winding gravel driveway to get to his house completely surrounded by big trees, if you did not know the house was here you could easily miss it. There were quite a few cars already here, I quickly noticed Alisa’s car, Brad wasn’t shitting me, and she was here. I decided to park my car behind the house to make sure she did not see it. As I entered the back door Brad was there to meet me.

Brad had a wicked looking grin on his face, "Well buddy, you still don’t believe me about Alisa, do you?"

I responded, " Shit, if I told you that she was yours would you believe me?"

He laughed, "Good point, but just in case you decide to accept my present she is in the upstairs bedroom, she is yours for 1 hour, then I want her to provide the show to all the rest of us. Happy Birthday buddy!"

He turned and walked away, I headed up the stairs. I headed down the hallway after reaching the top of the stairs, I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened it slowly. The room was totally dark, I could hear somebody wiggling around on the bed, and I finally found the light switch and turned it on. My cock immediately turned rock hard, my heart began pounding in my chest. There on the bed was Alisa, stripped totally naked and blindfolded. Her wrists were tied to the headboard, her ankles were tied way out to each side, her knees slightly bent, the ropes from each ankle ran to the side rails of the bed, causing her to be in an extremely wide spread eagle. Her thick reddish brown muff staring me in the face, her pink pussy lips obscenely splayed open, her clit fully exposed to me. Her firm perky tits jutting outwards and upwards on her chest, each mound capped on the end by a light brown nipple, not yet erect but that soon would change. Her entire body was a golden brown colour, it was evident she sun bathed nude.

She began asking, " Who’s there?" as she sensed me near the bed. She began saying " No, stop, don’t do that!" as I began twisting her limp nipples between my fingertips.

She continued her pleading and began trying to turn away from my exploring fingers. She wiggled as much as her bonds would let her and begged for me to stop as I began massaging, squeezing and rubbing her fleshy globes. Alisa’s tits were firm and erect, standing up on her chest wall, a perfect size for any man. The once limp nipples began to grow and enlarge after several minutes of fondling her breasts, she kept up the twisting and pleading for me to stop. I placed my mouth over one nipple, sucking and pulling on the enlarged end, milking it with my lips while doing the same to the other nip with my fingers. Not wanting to miss an inch of her beautiful naked body I put my mouth on her other globe and did the same.

My hands continued their assault on her boobs while my tongue began a downward track. I placed my tongue between her firm mounds of titty flesh and began slowly moving it down across her flat tight stomach towards her navel. Once at her belly button I rimmed the edge several times before diving the tip of my tongue all the way in. She whimpered and quivered slightly with each thrust of my tongue into her navel. I got up and positioned myself between her gapping thighs; she knew what was coming.

"Oh no, not there, please stop!" she begged.

She struggled again against her bonds when she felt my kisses running up the insides of her firm thighs from the knees, paying special attention to the soft undersides of her thighs. After kissing and licking up and down both legs my tongue ended up on her lower stomach, just above her muff line. It teased back and forth from side to side; she gave a startled jerk when she felt my teeth slightly clamping the skin. I loved to put hickeys on chicks just above the pussy hairline; it’s kind of like your own personal brand. When I pulled my lips from her there was a dark purple hickey directly in the centre between her legs just above her snatch hair.

Alisa’s hips jumped from the bed as my tongue flicked over her exposed clit, each flick of my tongue brought a low moan from her. I began rimming her cunt, running my tongue around and around the now puffy lips, her bottom moving wildly in direction with my tongue. Her honey pot was now wet with her passion juices, her body shivered and shook as she rode the climatic wave knocking at her. Suddenly she gasped, grinding her hips towards me as hard as she could, my tongue had sank itself into her wet depths, flicking it around inside of her as fast as I could. Her body began an uncontrollable shaking as I felt her jism flow onto my probing tongue, when my tongue was completely coated with her love juice I pulled it back into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste of her.

Alisa’s chest and stomach continued rising and falling rapidly from the relief of her orgasm, I could take it no longer. I released my rock hard cock by dropping my jeans and underwear and stepping free of them. The head was heavily covered with pre-cum, the 8 inch shaft ready to explode, I had to bury it inside her wanting cunt.

This time when she felt me positioning myself between her legs she did not plead for me to stop, her body still in need of a vaginal orgasm. I felt her heat as the head contacted her wet outer lips, she whimpered a little when she felt the pressure I was applying, suddenly she gasped and arched her hips. The hard head had penetrated her; it was now inside her hot wet twat. With another couple of pushes I found myself slid in to the hilt, her muff hair entangled in mine, my balls resting against her ass.

I sat there for a few seconds, suddenly she began rocking herself and again began thrusting her hips, she was in no mood to wait, and she wanted it now. I started with slow even strokes, slowly threading the 8 inches into her and then just as slowly removing it from her. Her timing was great as each time I pushed back into her she raised her ass off the bed and met my plunge. After about 10 minutes of this I began to feel the familiar feeling in my balls, that tingling of an impending ejaculation, I could also feel her vaginal muscles contracting, knowing her orgasm was near. She started bucking and thrashing wildly as my thrust sped up, harder and harder I pounded into her, the harder I pounded the more she responded. We both were sweating, but neither cared, we both needed the same thing, an orgasm. I suddenly felt her cunt grip my cock firmly, she shrieked and tossed her head from side to side, I rammed with all the force I had into her. I felt the sudden warmness from her ejaculation surrounding my shaft just prior to shooting my sticky jism into her body. I kept fucking her until the very last little bit of cum had been squeezed from my member, I collapsed on top of her, my shaft still buried inside her parted legs.

I lay on top of her for several minutes while catching my breath, I raised myself to pull myself from her. Her tight pussy still firmly squeezing my cock, a loud pop was heard as I came free of her, she moaned and again arched her hips. I got dressed and thought to myself that was one hell of a present, Alisa was a damn good piece of ass.

I was just coming out of the bedroom when Brad came to the top of the stairs, " Well, was she worth it?" he asked.

" Best piece of fucking ass I ever had!" I beamed.

Brad said, "The show is about to begin, I suggest you take a seat at that window, it overlooks the patio deck where the next show is about to begin."

The window was open so I could hear and see everything on the deck, there were about 15 men on the deck, most of them drinking and having a good time. I wondered to myself what was in store for Alisa; Brad had a pretty perverted mind at times. Brad had gone the full spread, tables of food were at different places around the deck, barbecue grills were going, it was a regular picnic.

The night air was soon filled with whistles and cat calls as Brad, leading Alisa by the arm came out onto the deck. She was wearing a tight fitting tube top, it hugged her slender body firmly, she also had on a bra, and the bra made her already perky tits look firm. The blue jeans she had on must have had to been moulded around her, it showed every curve and crack of her sexy little ass, the crotch pulling up deeply into her.

The men on the deck finally quieted down, Brad announced, " Well guys, here’s the entertainment I promised you tonight. Alisa is going to strut her stuff, for $500 she is going to be more than willing to show us what she’s got, right Alisa?"

She had a look of fear in her eyes, but never made any response to Brads question. She watched them as they formed a circle around her on the deck.

they put a picnic table in the middle of the circle, Laughing they said, " Here’s your stage honey, show us what you got!"

The strip tease music began coming from the speakers, Alisa just stood there, I thought to myself at that time she probably realized that her revenge had gone terribly bad, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Several of the men began chanting, "Take it off, take it off, take it all off, we want to see some skin!"

Alisa still stood there frozen, a couple of them said, "Maybe she needs some help!"

They jumped up and grabbed her arms, she tried to pull away from them, she screamed, "No, leave me alone!"

She was soon lifted into a standing position on the picnic table, one of the 2 men looked at her and said, "Now, strip bitch!"

I watched her eyes and face, her eyes showed the look of terror, and her beautiful face was tense and tight. She was totally surrounded by 15 men, all of them wanting to see her naked, she could only guess what would happen after that. She wished now that maybe she and her husband had talked it out about his fling, if so she might not be in this position now. Oh she wished she had it to do over again, but she didn’t, maybe as the night went on and they became more tanked up she could find a way to escape. But for now she had better try to keep them pleased, she began moving her hips.

She closed her eyes and tried to block out the eyes that were burning into her, she placed her hands behind her head, thrusting her hard tits even further out, and a cheer came from the men. She began grinding her hips around in slow rhythmic circles, every now and then thrusting her hips forward to the beat of the drum. They were all now cat calling, giving wolf whistles and making lewd statements, she did not know how much longer she could stall taking anything off but she was going to try. She noticed that the yells to take if off stopped whenever her own hands seemed to touch any of her private parts, it sickened her at what she was about to do but it seemed to take their minds off her stripping.

She spread her legs out on the table, she ran her hands slowly up the insides of her thighs until they were in her crotch, then she began rubbing the fingers on both hands along the crotch of the pants buried deep inside her lips. She then slid one hand up her flat stomach, sliding it under the elastic of the tube top, and continuing up until her hand rested on her left tit. Once there she began toying with the nipple until the indent of her hardened nipple was evident through the tube top material. She licked her lips, moaned and touched herself, this worked for about 15 minutes, but again she soon realized they were tiring of this.

The chant again began, " Take it off, we want to see some flesh!"

Alisa had run out of time, someone yelled, "She’s fucking stalling, let’s strip her!" .

She tried to jump off the table and run, before she could get anywhere 2 men had hold of her arms. She was screaming, " Let me go, please let me go!"

Brad approached her; he was slapping a wooden paddle with holes in it against his hand, smiling lustfully. He said, "You are stalling, you were hired to strip for us and so far have not done it, I paid you $500 to do so, I guess you need to be showed I get what I pay for."

He instructed the 2 men holding her to bend her over the tabletop, she screamed and squirmed, trying to escape them. They were too strong; she soon was bent over the table, her sexy bottom hanging dangerously over the edge. Brad walked behind her, her arms were pinned behind her back, and she tried desperately to turn her head so she could see him. Whack, whack, whack sounded in the night air, quickly followed by Alisa’s screams. Brad’s assault on her bottom continued, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack went the paddle against her cheeks, Brad did not stop until tears rolled from Alisa’s eyes.

While her hands were behind her back a pair of handcuffs were placed on her wrists, firmly holding them in place. Brad had them place her back into a standing position on the table; he climbed up beside her. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, raising her face upwards, once there he began kissing her lips. He began forcing his tongue into her mouth, he pulled away, and she was breathing heavily. Again he lip locked her, his free hand went to the tube top, and with one pull he tore it from her. She began trying to pull away from him, but he held on tight. His hands began caressing her nipples through the black lacy material of the bra. In a few minutes her hardened nipples pushed out against the fabric, she really began trying to pull away when his hand moved down her stomach to the snap on her jeans. He did not release his hold on her hair or lips, she breathed heavily partly due to sexual excitement and partly due to the constant struggling she had done. Brad’s fingers quickly unsnapped the jeans, slowly his fingers grasped the zipper, and slowly he lowered the zipper all the way down.

A man near the table jumped up, grasped the waistband of the jeans and began pulling downward. Alisa struggled but was no match; the tight fitting jeans now lay in a heap around her ankles. She could feel the eyes burning into her nearly naked body; she was lifted up slightly so the jeans could be pulled from her feet.

The men cheered and whistled at her black lacy bikini panties, " more, more." Came the chants.

Brad pulled his lips from hers again, her chest and belly heaved from heavy breathing.

Alisa hated herself, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs, she was being raped but was yet sexually turned on, what was the matter with her.

Alisa suddenly felt several pairs of hands on her, a pair running up her sleek sides towards her breasts, another pair of hands running up the sides of her legs. She tried to look down but was prevented when Brad again pulled her head back and began probing her mouth with his tongue. She jumped when she felt something pulling on her bra, suddenly the material ripped away, the night air caused her erect nipples to swell even more. She felt fingers curling into the waistband of her panties but was powerless to stop what was happening, that material soon gave way too, the night air contacted her naked skin. Her legs were being pulled apart, she tried to keep them together but could not, she grimaced when a pair of hands came around from behind her and began squeezing her tits. Roughly her globes were squeezed and pinched.

She suddenly jumped when a finger, then 2 entered her greasy snatch. The fingers were definitely not giving her any pleasure, savagely the fingers reamed and rammed, twisted and pulled, rubbed and jabbed. Tears almost swelled up in her eyes when the hands fingering her breasts began pinching and twisting her engorged nipples. As quickly as the assault started it stopped, she was lifted down off the table, Brad released the cuffs around her wrists.

She began screaming and fighting again as several men grabbed her and placed her up on the table on her back. Her arms were pulled high over her head and tied to the tabletop. She kicked and screamed but could not stop them from spread eagling her, her legs were pulled obscenely open, and then her ankles were tied down to the seats. Her clit was totally exposed to their hands and eyes, her firm tits poking up, her nipples still erect.

The table was soon surrounded like a circle jerk, her in the middle, totally helpless and vulnerable. For the next 15 minutes the night air was filled with her shrieks, please and begging for them to stop. All 15 men took turns touching her in all those private places. Her nipples were twisted and pulled, pinched and bitten while every opening below her waist was filled over and over again by fingers. At one time there must have been 5 fingers in her pussy while at least 2 or 3 fingers were probing her ass. After all of them had taken a turn at seeing what she had they backed away, she sobbed hysterically from the abuse but even the tears could not stop her from seeing what was going on now. One by one, they lowered and removed their pants and underwear, 15 men, all with erections again encircled her.

She watched in disbelief as a couple of them returned with bottles of squeeze honey in their hands, she squirmed as her entire body from her shoulders down was covered with a coating of the sticky glaze, she jumped when she felt the nozzle pushed into her open cunt, she felt the sticky wet good fill her pussy. Her muff hair was a thick sticky tangled mess, the surplus that run off her hairy mound trickled down between her gapping lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, their lips and tongues touched every inch of her naked skin. They sucked and licked nibbled and bit even in her most private parts, the tongue between her legs continually raping her cunt and crotch, she felt the go being sucked from within her vagina. It took them almost 30 minutes to clean her off, not a drop of honey was left on her body or inside her body when they were through, her skin was red from the constant sucking and licking.

What she seen and heard next shocked her, one of the men returned to the table where she was spread open holding a polish sausage. The sausage was about 12 inches long and probably 1 and 1/2 inches to 2 inches in diameter, it had a long gradual curve to it. She watched as he squirted butter on the end, then taking his hand he encircled the tip and began stroking the piece of meat like a cock, making sure the whole thing was covered in butter.

He smirked, "Let’s see just how hot you are, let’s see if that cute little cunt of yours can cook this piece of meat."

As he began moving closer to her pussy she began pleading, "Oh no, you aren’t serious, please no, don’t put that in me, oh please no!"

Alisa began bouncing her hips when she felt the cold tip against her outer lips, she was spread so far that moving was almost impossible. She had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach when she felt the sausage push into her open snatch, the butter made it enter easily. She whimpered as the large chunk of meat pushed against her vagina walls as it sank in, when finished shoving only about 2 inches could be seen sticking out from her. Her muscles clamped it tightly as he began working it in and out of her, pulling it out slowly and then ramming it all the way in. She suddenly felt the unbelievable feeling, that twinge between her legs, the beginning of an orgasm.

She could not believe it, being gang raped and violated by a piece of sausage, it was unreal to her to be able to orgasm. Her clit and nipples became tightly engorged, slight moans escaped her throat when he buried it into her, the thought raced in her mind, I can’t be cumming, oh please don’t let me cum. But her body did not listen, with an shriek she began riding the wave of orgasm, her body spasming and jerking, her hips twitching and grinding, finally the wave ended, they had made her cum using a piece of sausage, how humiliating.

But they had not humiliated her enough yet, they took turns biting the sausage with their teeth and pulling it from her slick pussy 1 inch at a time, once an inch was on the outside of her they bit it off and chewed it. This continued until the last inch popped free of her love tunnel and into the guy’s mouth poised between her legs.

Her hands and ankles were untied and she was pulled into a sitting position on the table, she quickly drew up her knees in front of her and placed her arms across her boobs, trying to hide her nudity. She was pulled from the table and taken over to a metal contraption, she had seen pictures of these things before in porn catalogs, it was called a love chair. The chair was designed so that hands, arms, legs buttocks and ankles could be placed at various places on the chair to be bound, the chair was totally adjustable and flexible, allowing the victim to be placed in any position desired.

She screamed, " No, leave me alone, stop it"

Of course as she was being hoisted to the chair roving hands managed to probe her again; she was placed flat on her stomach on the iron mechanism. There was a bar running across the mechanism at about her neck, both of her hands were shackled at each end of the bar. The 2 bars running along under her legs had a padded ledge, these were slid down until below her knees. Once there her knees just below the bend was shackled to the pads. Next a bar that looked like a t was placed against her pelvis, the crossbar of the t just a few inches above her muff line, as the bar was pulled up towards her at a 45 degree angle it caused her ass to be moved up and back, placing her into a doggy position. At that point a shackle from the bars holding her in a doggy position was snapped around each thigh, about 12 inches up from her knee.

Alisa was totally held immobile, the t bar pushing against her upper thighs met she could not rock forward, the shackles around her thighs would allow her to move backwards. She felt that sickening feeling again when the pads her knees rested on began to slide apart, she felt her entire ass and crotch open more and more with each inch the pads slid. She felt, as if she was about to be ripped in too, the spread between her thighs was huge. I almost creamed my jeans, fuck she had a nice ass. Her inner lips almost protruded to the outside because of the huge gap, her clit was totally open and vulnerable.

Brad picked up an ear of sweet corn left on the platter, it still had the kernels on it, and it was about 14 inches long and at least 2 inches in diameter.

He looked at her and then at all the guys and said, "Hey fellas, what would you think if we were to have a little creamed corn for supper, I bet we can get Alisa here to cream if for us don’t you?"

She looked at him in a daze; he surely wasn’t going to push that huge ear of corn into her, was he?

Brad picked up a ball gag from the table, he said, "I think we will use this, I don’t want to hear her creaming my corn!"

She clamped her teeth tight and swung her head back and forth as he tried to push the ball gag into her mouth, she winced and opened her mouth to scream when the wooden paddle came across her tight ass, he quickly shoved it into her mouth.

She tried to watch him as he went behind her, she jumped when he began twisting and pinching her exposed clit.

He said, "Let’s see if we can get the pan ready, the trick to creamed corn is to make sure there is plenty of liquid in the pan before putting in the corn, it makes the finished product taste much sweeter."

He continued rubbing her crotch, another couple of guys began milking her tits, rubbing and stroking the engorging nipples.

She thought, "Damn, these fuckers are trying to get me wet, my body is betraying me!" as she felt that tingling feeling in her stomach.

She jumped and her head came up as soon as the end of the corn began pushing against her, she tried to scream as the huge vegetable felt like it was ripping her apart. The screams only came out as a muffled sound, hardly legible because of the ball gag. She almost passed out as finally her vaginal muscles lost the battle, the end of the ear disappeared up and into her open crevice. Her jaws ached from the ball gag forcing her mouth so far open, tears streamed down her cheeks, but that did not seem to matter, relentlessly the pressure continued against her. She felt the monster stretching her vagina wall to the limit, never had she felt such pain before, she knew her extreme pain was giving these guys extreme pleasure. She did not know how much of the ear was in her but felt now as if she was going to bust, never had she felt this full. Her soft pink flesh tightly gripped the kernels, slowly little by little it continued to sink.

Brad had the look of total satisfaction on his face, after about 2 inches of the ear stuck out from her overly stretched cunt he quit pushing and said, "I’ve finally hit bottom, I think the pans ready, let’s see if she will be a good girl and cream it now for us!"

Alisa’s body suddenly went limp as Brad began pulling the ear from her and then re-inserting it, she had passed out from the pain. A glass of cold beer on her face quickly brought her back to the world of pain. The sliding ear almost appeared to be pulling her guts on the outside, after several movements of the ear in and out her body become a little more accustomed to the size. She could see through the tears in her eyes several of the men lining up in front of her face, their erections pointing at her.

The first man reached out and removed the ball gag, she was relieved to have the pressure removed from her aching jaws. That only lasted a minute, with 1 quick move the ball gag in her mouth was replaced by his cock head. She gagged as his first thrust entered her gullet; he held her face so the head stayed lodged in her throat. After the gagging reflex stopped he began thrusting into her warm mouth. She felt the huge object in her snatch increase its thrusting tempo as the man drilling her face increased his, suddenly he gasped, she felt the warm glob fill her throat, she had never given head before. She was going to spit it out when he pulled free of her face but never got the chance, as soon as he popped free another dick was pushed into her mouth. She felt the impending rush of another orgasm as the ear of corn reamed her body, as soon as 1 man had shot his load into her throat another took his place. Her stomach felt sick as she was forced to swallow load after load of jism, the sticky salty taste staying in her mouth. She suddenly had a violent body shaking orgasm, the cock in her mouth was sucked hungrily as the need between her legs was being taken care of. She felt herself gush onto the corn, sweat oozed from every pore on her body. All the men had taken turns at her face by the time Brad had removed the ear of corn from her crotch, she watched as he now lifted the ear of corn, covered with her love juices and began eating it.

He smirked at her, "Good Creamed Corn Bitch!"

They stood her up after unfastening all her shackles, allowing the blood to begin flowing to her limbs. That relief was short lived; they pulled her over to the side of the deck. Once there her legs were pulled apart, her ankles were tied to the braces holding up the deck railing. A piece of rope was tied around her wrists and thrown over the side of the deck. They pulled the rope from the ground until she was bent over the deck railing, her stomach laying on the rail, then securely tied the end of the rope to a deck leg.

Brad said, "Well guys, we have seen what she’s got but haven’t tried what she’s got, what do you say, shall we try her out?"

A cheer went up from the guys, she could see them lining up behind her again, and she was going to be gang banged and was helpless to stop it. She tried to close her eyes and shut out what was happening to her but could not, the prying hands opened her up, she felt Brad’s large head against her lips, then with 1 quick lunge he was pounding his legs against the backs of hers. Brad drove harder and harder until she felt his hot load fill her pussy. The next several guys fucked her the same way, they did not want to please her, just fuck her hard and make it hurt. She wasn’t sure which guy it was, maybe the 6th or 7th but anyway he shoved his large dick into her wet sloppy hole, then pulled back out. She felt his digging fingers trying to pull her buttocks apart, she then realized what he was trying to do.

She wailed, " Oh no, I’ve never done that, stop please!"

The more she pleaded the harder he shoved against her anal ring, she screamed as pain shot through her when his head entered her anus, he was not waiting for her body to adjust to the new intruder, gripping her waist he gave a lunge. She shrieked as he sank himself into her inner depths, after pushing in and pulling out several times it became easier, tears filled her eyes again as she felt the hot warm goo filling her poop shoot.

The gang bang continued for the next several hours, she could not scream anymore, she barely was even able to acknowledge when a cock was in her ass or twat. She felt the loads of cum running out of her butt and pussy, but it did not seem to matter to them. They all took several turns at her ass and pussy, many of them fucking her 3 or 4 times before it finally ended.

Alisa was still tied to the railing when I got up to leave, I wondered to myself if she now realized that revenge is really not sweet!

Sue trembled. There was someone on top of her, inside of her, having sex with her. Who was it? Who was using her? Her vision was cloudy. She couldn’t see clearly. The face above hers was a blur, but somehow still familiar. She felt as if she should know this person, recognize him. She felt him moving on top of her, felt him moving in and out of her with long, hard strokes. She whimpered. He shouldn’t be doing this. She didn’t want him doing this. Oh God, stop it! Oh God, please stop it! And then, she heard him groan in her ear as she felt him squirting long streams of hot, thick cum into her body. She felt the warmth of his fluids spreading through her. She felt revulsion spreading through her as well.

Sue jerked and her eyes came open. She was trembling and her breathing was shallow and rapid. She could feel the perspiration on her body. She heard Tom snoring softly as he lay next to her. Another dream. Just another bad dream. Sue slipped quietly out of bed and pulled a light silk robe on over her short white nightgown. Padding down the hall to the kitchen, she took the orange juice from the refrigerator and poured a glass.

The dreams were coming more often lately. Twice, sometimes three times a week. They weren’t always the same, but they were … similar. It was always the same person, she was sure of that, and always just beyond recognition. The dreams were always sexual in nature. And the acts being performed were always against her will. Why this sudden spate of dreams in which she was always being raped or abused?

The dreams were disturbing. Frightening. There was something about them that was just too … real. She could feel the weight of the person pressing down on her. Feel his hands moving over her. Feel the heat spreading through her body when he would cum. She didn’t feel these things clearly and completely, but rather in bits and pieces. Almost like half remembered memories. She shivered despite the fact that it was a warm night.

Come on, come on! Get a grip on yourself. It’s only a dream, for heavens sake. You’re not a little girl anymore. You’re thirty years old! Next thing you’ll be wanting a night light!

Sue rinsed her glass and put it in the sink. She turned off the kitchen light and went back to the bedroom. Slipping into bed, she snuggled up next to Tom and, eventually, drifted off to sleep.

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Sue was an attractive young lady. She stood slightly over five foot five inches tall and weighed 125 pounds. She had a good figure with firm breasts, nicely rounded hips and long, beautifully shaped legs. She had large brown eyes and full lips. Her pretty face was framed by thick brown hair that she wore just past shoulder length. Today, she was dressed for the office in a pale yellow blouse with matching high heels and a dark brown skirt.

It was now nine thirty in the morning and Sue was at her desk in the engineering offices of McDermott Electronics. She had been the engineering secretary there for nearly five years and liked her job and her coworkers. Tom also worked at McDermott as a test engineer, and it was at work that they had originally met. She was typing up a report for one of the design engineers when the door to the office opened and Dan walked in. Dan was also a test engineer, and he walked straight over to Sue’s desk.

“Morning, Sue. How’s everything going today?” he asked with a smile.

“Okay, Dan. Typical Monday morning.” Dan was a good friend of Tom’s, and Sue had always kind of liked him. Lately, though, he made her feel uneasy whenever he was around.

“Here’s the test data for the M970 project. It will have to be appended to the Engineering Qualification Report.” He laid a thick sheaf of papers on Sue’s desk.

“Not a problem. I’ll take care of it as soon as I finish this.” she said as she indicated the report on her computer screen.

“Perfect. By the way, a group of us are stopping down at Jerry’s Place after work for a couple of beers. If you and Tom don’t have any plans, why don’t you stop in?”

“I’ll … mention it to him. We may… stop in.”

“Great. See you later.” Dan said with a smile as he turned and left the office. Sue felt a slight shiver travel up her spine. What was the matter with her? Why this sudden feeling of … of … revulsion, yes, that was it … revulsion, whenever Dan came around her? He hadn’t done anything to make her feel that way, and she couldn’t explain the change in her attitude towards him. She just knew that he made her feel … dirty. Why would she feel that way? Sue shook her head to clear her thoughts and returned to the report she was working on.

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It was five thirty and several McDermott employees were laughing and talking over beers at Jerry’s Place. Others were playing pinball. Sue was sitting at the bar talking with Cheryl, one of the sales secretaries, while Tom shot pool with Dan. Sue was once again feeling uneasy in Dan’s presence, and was troubled because she had no idea why.

“Sue? Did you hear me?” Cheryl asked.

“What? Oh. Sorry, Cheryl. My mind was … wandering.”

“It sure was. Is something bothering you?” Sue and Cheryl had been friends for years, and Sue felt comfortable confiding in her. She glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear, then lowered her voice as an added precaution.

“It’s just that … I’ve been having … dreams … lately. Bad dreams. I keep dreaming that I’m being … raped. It’s not always the same dream, but it’s always the same person. I’m not sure who it is, but I feel that I should know him. And sometimes it feels like there’s someone else there, too, just watching. It all seems so … so real, like it’s more than a dream. When I wake up, I feel sick, and dirty, like … like …”

“… like you would feel if you had been raped.” Cheryl finished the sentence for her. “Look, Sue, I’ve had dreams like that, too. They seem so real that I wake up in a cold sweat, and I can almost feel what was happening in the dream. That happens to everybody once in a while.”

“Maybe. But I never had dreams like this before. I’ve only been having them for maybe four or five weeks, and they come two or three times a week. It all started so … so suddenly, and it won’t quit.”

“Okay, did anything … happen around four or five weeks ago? Anything that could have triggered the dreams?”

“If you’re asking me if I was raped, the answer is no. And I’ve wracked my brain trying to remember if anything else happened, anything that might have bothered me or scared me badly enough to start the dreams up. Nothing. Things have just been normal.”

“Anything else? I mean, besides the dreams, is there anything else bothering you? Anything that might be related?”

“No, nothing. Except …” Sue hesitated.

“Except what?”

“Well, for the last few weeks, I’ve felt … nervous, uncomfortable … whenever Dan is around me. I always liked Dan, and I don’t know why I feel the way I do.”

Cheryl thought for a moment. “Hmmm. I wonder? You said the person who was raping you in your dreams seemed familiar. Like you should know him. Any similarity between your dream rapist and Dan?”

Sue considered this for several seconds. “I guess … maybe … maybe it could be Dan in my dreams. Or at least someone very … similar.”

“So maybe that’s why you feel uncomfortable around him. The dreams are bothering you, and Dan reminds you of the person in your dreams. That would make sense, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Sue replied “I guess it would. Well, at least now I know why I feel nervous around Dan. Now if I could just understand why I’m having these terrible dreams.”

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Sue felt someone on top of her, sitting on her chest. Hands were in her hair, lifting her head. She felt something rubbing against her lips, slowly sliding into her mouth, moving back into her throat. The hands in her hair began slowly moving her head forward and back, moving her mouth up and down the long, hard shaft. She whimpered as she realized it was a penis in he r mouth.

Her eyes opened part way. She could see the blurred figure above her. He seemed familiar. Seemed as if she should know him. He was thrusting with his hips now as well as moving her head forward and back. He was raping her mouth, driving into her throat. She wanted him to stop, but she couldn’t do anything. For some reason she couldn’t move.

He was jamming himself into her throat now, fucking her mouth faster and harder. She could feel the swollen meat twitching and throbbing. She felt him pull her face up tight against his stomach and hold her there while he kept thrusting with his hips. And then she felt the long stream of hot, sickening cum spray her throat. She choked as he pumped more and more cum into her, filling her mouth. Helpless to do anything else, Sue swallowed the thick, milky liquid.

And with a start, she was awake. Trembling, sweating, feeling nauseous. It had seemed so real. So awfully real. She swore she could actually taste the cum in her mouth. Feel it coating her tongue. Slipping out of bed, Sue went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

After brushing her teeth, she sat on the edge of the bathtub and hugged herself tightly. Why was this happening? Was she losing her mind? This was two nights in a row she’d had nightmares.

Last night she had dreamed the blurred figure she couldn’t quite recognize, along with the unknown watcher, were walking her down a hallway. In her dream, she wore only a bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels. As they reached a door, two more figures entered the hallway. Strangers, people she didn’t know. Words were spoken, and then Sue was lead outside into the night. Nearly naked, she was walked across the parking lot, the click-click-click of her heels on concrete the only sound she recognized.

She had once more woken up in a cold sweat. It had seemed so real. So terribly, terribly real. She could almost see the faces of the two strangers who had entered the building to stare at her. She even thought one of them was named Jerry, although she didn’t know why she thought so. She could feel the cool night air on her skin as they crossed the parking lot.

Sue hung her head as a tear traced a path down her cheek. What was happening to her? Dear God, what was happening to her?

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The week dragged by. Three times she’d had nightmares. Three times she’d woken in abject fear, trembling in the night.

It was now Saturday, and Tom was working overtime on a rush project. Sue had the day to herself, and decided to go to Central City Mall to do some shopping. There were some things she needed to buy, and just maybe it would take her mind off of things.

She had been at the mall nearly three hours and had finished most of her shopping when she noticed two young men coming towards her. They seemed somehow familiar, and were paying more than a normal amount of attention to her. Then it hit her. They looked like the two strangers in her dream. As they drew abreast, one stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

“Hey, party girl! I thought it was you. How have you been?” he said with a big grin on his face.

“Excuse me.” she said icily and moved to step around him. The second one blocked her way.

“Don’t you remember us, party girl?” the second one asked. “We saw you in the hallway outside Danny’s place about a month ago. Right after the … party.” He chuckled as he said it.

Sue came to a dead stop. They looked like the two strangers in her dream, and now they were telling her they saw her in a hallway about a month ago. A hallway outside Danny’s place. Her mind raced. She and Tom had stopped at Dan’s apartment one night about a month ago. They had stopped after being out to bars and clubs. She remembered going there, but didn’t remember leaving. For that matter, she didn’t really remember being there. Only arriving.

“Are one of you named … Jerry?” she asked hesitantly.

“Bingo, sweetheart! That’s me.” the first one said. “And this is my buddy, Arnie. Maybe you’d like to party with us sometime.”

Sue squeezed her eyes shut. She had to know. “You said you saw me in … in the hallway. What … what was I … wearing?”

The two looked at each other. “Are you kidding me, party girl?”

“Please. It’s important. What … what was I wearing?”

“Shit, sweetheart, that’s easy. I’ll never forget that outfit, girl. You were traipsing down the hall in nothing but a bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels. I mean that was sexy as hell!” Jerry told her.

“Yeah.” added Arnie. “The bra, panties and garter belt were black, and each one had a little red bow right at the center. The high heels were like sandals, with a strap around the ankles. Too fucking sexy, party girl.”

Fighting down the urge to vomit, Sue turned and hurried away from the two young men. She didn’t even hear them call after her. She hurried to her car and sat behind the steering wheel, trembling and hugging herself.

The outfit the two young men so accurately described was the one she had worn under her dress the night she and Tom had stopped at Dan’s apartment. The night when she couldn’t remember anything that happened. The night when she remembered arriving at Dan’s, and remembered nothing else until she woke up in her own bed the next morning.

Her mind screamed. The dreams. They weren’t dreams at all. They were memories! Half buried memories! It had really happened! Tom had taken her to Dan’s apartment and let him use her while she was passed out. Passed out? She hadn’t drank that much. She was sure of it. Drugs. Tom must have drugged her, and then he had let Dan RAPE her! In both the vagina and the mouth. And he watched! She knew it, was sure of it! She broke down, tears of shame and betrayal streaming down her cheeks. The bastards! The dirty bastards!

Slowly, her shame was replaced by anger. How could they have done that to her? How could they? Especially Tom. He lived with her. He was suppose to care about her. How could he have let Dan … let Dan DO that? Her anger grew, slowly turning into rage.

She would leave Tom, there was no doubt about that. But not yet. Not yet. Not until she got even with him. With BOTH of them. She would make them pay, and pay dearly. But how? How to make them pay in a way that would stay with them forever? Sue began thinking, and her thoughts were dark.

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Sue sat in the recliner in the living room of the house she shared with Tom and thought while she sipped on a screwdriver, made with a double shot of vodka and a small amount of orange juice. Slowly, deliberately, her plans formed in her mind. It would be chancey, and require an element of risk on her part. She was fairly sure that she would be able to control the situation, but there was always the slim chance that it might go wrong. Still, if her plan worked, if it just worked, it would be more than worth the risk.

When Tom got home from work, she would have to act as if nothing was wrong. She would have to act as if she still cared for him rather than hating his guts. That would be the hard part. But she could do it. She had to.

Time to put things in motion. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. She heard the phone ringing across the wires.

“Hello?” The voice was soft and melodious.

“Stevie? It’s Sue.”

“Susie! Oh, it’s good to hear from you, girlfriend! How’s everything going?”

“Not too well, Stevie. I … I need a favor. A really big one.”

“For you? Anything, love. You know that.”

For the next ten minutes, Stevie listened quietly while Sue explained her plans. When she finished, there was silence on the other end of the phone for what seemed like forever.

“Susie, this just doesn’t sound like you. You’ve never been … vicious. You’ve always been one of the kindest, gentlest persons I’ve ever known. What did they do to you to make you … hate them so much.”

Sue took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “My … loving boyfriend … drugged me, Stevie. He drugged me, and then, while I was unconscious, he … he let one of his friends … rape me. Vaginally and … orally.” The last was said in nearly a whisper.

“Oh, God, Susie! I’m sorry! I’m so terribly , terribly sorry! Of course I’ll help you. We’ll make them regret they ever thought of doing such a thing to you. We’ll make them regret it for the rest of their miserable lives!”

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Tom got home at 4:15 and found Sue waiting with a drink ready for him. She kissed him lightly on the lips as she handed him the glass. “Here you go, dear. I thought you might be ready for a drink after working all day.”

“I am, babe. Thanks.” Tom sipped the drink and sighed. “Tastes good.”

Tom sat down on the couch and Sue sat next to him. “Can I talk to you about something … ummm … delicate?” she said in a soft voice.

“Sure, hon. Anything.”

“Well, it’s … it’s just that … I’m not sure how to say this. I’ve had a … a fantasy, a sexual fantasy, for a long time. I never mentioned it because I didn’t know how … how you would … react to it. You know?”

“I can understand that, babe. But I think you should know by now that my sexual concepts are somewhat … liberal.”

I know that better than you realize, she thought to herself. Softly, her eyes cast down, she said “I know, but this is really … different … than what you might be thinking. See, my fantasy is to … to … ummm … have two men … at the same time.”

Tom’s jaw dropped and he stared at Sue. Had he heard her correctly? Did she say what he thought she said? “Do you mean you … you want to have sex with two guys at once?”

Sue nodded her head ‘yes’, her eyes still looking at the floor. “I fantasize that the … three … of us go out partying. We go to several bars or clubs and … and have a few drinks and … dance and stuff. Then, later, we come home and go … to bed and then they both … take me … one after the other.”

“Okay.” he said. “I assume that I’m one of the two. Did you have any thoughts about who else should … participate?”

“I thought maybe … Dan. I mean, he’s our friend, we both like him, and he would keep it to himself.”

Damn! If I had only known this a month ago, Tom thought to himself. He never suspected that Sue would be this kinky. He visualized Sue stretched out naked on the bed, sandwiched between him and Dan, both of them working on her. He felt himself getting hard just thinking about it.

Sue watched as he took a deep pull at the drink in his hand. She could tell that he was getting aroused. So he would go for this. He was more than willing to share her with another guy. Or maybe two others? Or three? Why not four? Would there be any limit to the number of guys he would allow to use her? Would he stand by and watch while fifty lined up to take turns on her? A hundred? Dirty, miserable, rotten piece of shit!

“So when … when did you plan on … doing this?” he asked.

“I thought maybe tonight. I mean, if Dan’s available and … willing.”

Oh, he’s willing, Tom thought. Dan had hinted a couple of times that he wouldn’t mind supplying the GHB if Tom would allow him to screw Sue again. They had actually been laying plans for a repeat performance. But this, this was a thousand times better than having her unconscious.

“Dan stopped down at ‘Rudy’s’ to shoot pool after work. You know Dan and pool. He’ll be there for hours. We can go down and … check with him if you want.”

“Okay. Lets go.” Sue felt the butterflies in her stomach. She was afraid. God, she hoped she knew what she was doing!

“In a minute. There’s something I want to do first.”

Tom left Sue sitting on the couch and disappeared into the bedroom. After a few minutes he called for her to come in. When Sue got to the bedroom, she noticed an outfit laying on the bed. A skimpy outfit. There was a red satin bra and matching panties, a red satin cincher with garters, and dark tan nylons. Sitting on the floor were red high heels with straps to fasten around the ankles.

“As long as we’re getting kinky, let’s get really kinky. Just wear this, without a dress or anything, underneath your white raincoat. Guaranteed you’ll have Dan and I so turned on that you will really be taken care of later.”

Sue hesitated. She didn’t want to go out dressed as Tom had suggested, but how could she avoid it? How could she say she was kinky enough to want to have two guys use her and then say that she would be embarrassed to wear this outfit under a raincoat?

“Okay.” she said with a false smile on her face. “Give me a few minutes to change.”

Tom left the bedroom as Sue started undressing. In less than ten minutes, she was in the outfit he had laid out for her. She took her white raincoat out of the closet, slipped it on over her lingerie, buttoned it and fastened the belt around her waist. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror.

She was sure that Tom and Dan would think the outfit was really sexy. Sue, however, thought she looked like a slut. The raincoat was short, stopping three inches above her knees. The collar and lapels formed a deep “V” on her chest that left no doubt that she wasn’t wearing a blouse. Due to the white color, she noticed the red bra and cincher, garters included, could just be discerned through the material of the coat. She turned out the bedroom light and checked again. Now she couldn’t see what was underneath the coat. If they went into a dark bar, she would be okay. However, if they went into a well lit place, anyone who looked closely enough would be able to tell exactly what she was wearing under the coat.

She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. Courage, girl, courage! It was only for one night.

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Tom pulled into the parking lot of Rudy’s Bar and switched off the ignition. Climbing out of the car, he walked around to the passenger door and opened it for Sue. As she swung her legs out of the car, the bottom of the raincoat separated slightly, letting him just see the tops of her nylons. Damn, he thought, was this ever sexy!

They walked across the parking lot and Tom held the door open for her. Stepping into the bar, Sue looked around. It was a typical working man’s hangout. The bar ran the length of one side of the room with perhaps twenty stools lined up in front of it. Eight or nine were in use by men who had obviously come here straight from work. Booths lined the other wall, all empty. There was a pinball machine against the back wall and in the middle of the floor sat a pool table. Dan was bent over the table, lining up a shot.

“Hey! What’s going on, guys?” he called when he saw Tom and Sue. “Rudy! Get those two whatever they want, and put it on my tab.”

They sat at the bar and ordered a screwdriver for Sue and a beer for Tom. They sipped their drinks while Dan continued shooting his game. Sue noticed that the lighting was a little brighter than she had hoped for. She glanced down and noticed the reddish tint of the garter that ran down her leg. If she just stayed at the bar, maybe no one would notice.

Dan finished his game and hung up his cue. He picked his beer up from the rail of the pool table and walked over to where they sat.

“Good to see you two. So what brings you down here?”

“I’ve got to talk to you Dan. In private.”

“Okay. Step into my office.” Dan said with a nod towards the men’s room.

“Back in a minute, kid.” Tom said to Sue as he and Dan walked away.

Sue rotated her stool so that she was facing the bar. In the mirror behind the bar she could see reflections of men looking her up and down. She squeezed her glass tightly. They knew. They knew what she was wearing. They could see it through her white coat. Her face flushed with embarrassment and shame.

Tom and Dan were gone nearly five minutes. When they returned, Dan had an almost shocked look on his face. He looked Sue up and down and actually licked his lips.

“Tom … Tom says that … uhhh … that you want to … want to …”

“… have sex with both of you.” Sue said softly so as not to be overheard. “That’s right, I do. But first I want to do a little bar hopping, spend the night partying and getting into the mood. How’s that sound to you? Are you interested?”

“God yes!” Dan said without hesitation. His eyes were nearly bulging from their sockets.

“Good.” Sue replied. “Then let’s start right here. We’ll have two or three drinks, then go someplace else. Rudy, another round, please.”

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Tom and Dan were faster drinkers than Sue, and ended up having four beers each to her two screwdrivers. That was fine with Sue. Part of her plan was to get them just drunk enough that they would not be as observant as normally. That was key to her plan.

“Well,” she said “are you guys ready to hit another place?”

“Sure. Why not?” Tom said. He and Dan picked up their change from the bar, left tips for Rudy, and escorted Sue into the parking lot and to Tom’s car. The sun had gone down while they were inside and it was now dark.

“Before we go any further,” Tom grinned “why don’t you let Dan see your little surprise? I didn’t tell him anything about that.”

Sue knew what he meant, and had been expecting it. Glancing around to make sure no one else was near, she loosened her belt, unbuttoned her coat, and held it wide open so Dan could see her outfit.

“Oh my God!” Dan muttered. “I don’t believe …”

“Think you’ll be ready by the time we get over to our place?” Tom asked with a big smile on his face.

“Oh my God.” was all Dan could say.

Sue rebuttoned the coat and once more fastened the belt. Tom opened the car door for her and she slid into the car, moving to the center of the seat so Dan could get in next to her. Tom got in on the driver’s side so that she was sitting between them.

Turning her face to him, Tom kissed her on the lips while his hand drifted down to one of her breasts. She felt Dan’s lips on her neck and his hand rubbing her thigh underneath the raincoat. She had expected this, too, and had steeled herself for it. She had known that if she were going to play her part successfully, she would have to allow them to fondle her to a certain extent. Tom was now nibbling her neck and Dan’s tongue darted in and out of her mouth.

She estimated they had been playing with her for perhaps five minutes when she broke her mouth free, and in a breathless voice said “Okay. That’s enough for now. Let’s head on down the road. I want to go to ‘Gastown’ and listen to some music.”

“Good idea.” Dan said to Tom with a smirk on his face. “You can drive while we neck.”

Putting his arms around her and pulling her close, Dan locked his lips to Sue’s as Tom started the car. She willed herself to not push Dan away as his tongue intertwined with hers and his hands roamed over her body. His right hand was rubbing and squeezing her left breast as he continued kissing her. She felt his hand slowly travel down across her stomach and down her leg. His hand was now on her right knee, and he started rubbing the inside of her thigh. Slowly, his hand moved up under her coat, higher on her leg until he moved above the top of her nylon stocking and found bare skin. Sue trembled as Dan began rubbing her crotch.

Dan was now nibbling on her neck as Tom guided the car through traffic. Sue moaned as Dan pushed the crotch of her panties aside and rubbed his finger between the lips of her vagina. Sue’s body tensed and her trembling increased as he found her clit and slowly massaged it.

She hated Dan for what he was doing to her. She hated Tom for allowing him to do it. And she hated herself for not stopping him. She was revolted by Dan’s touch, but she knew she had to play along, for just a little while longer. Then, she would have her revenge. Revenge for what they had done to her. Revenge for what they were doing to her now. They would pay, and pay dearly.

“Nnnnnuuuhhhhh.” Sue moaned as Dan’s massaging of her clit proceeded. She had always been sensitive there, and her body was beginning to respond in spite of her emotions. “St-stop. Enough, Dan. Enough.”

“No it isn’t. It won’t be enough until I make you cum.”

Oh, God she thought. I can’t do that. I can’t let him make me cum. “Please, Dan. Please stop it. Oooohhhhh. I … I don’t want … don’t want … oooohhhhh ….”

Sue was trembling even more. Her legs were twitching and jerking as her body’s response to the stimulation of her clit increased. She didn’t want this to happen. She didn’t want to respond like this. She tried taking her mind away from what was happening. Tried thinking about something else. She couldn’t stop it, though. Couldn’t stop the feeling that was flooding her body.

Tom was dividing his attention between the road and watching what was happening to Sue. He saw her twitching and trembling as Dan continued working on her. He heard her moaning softly and heard her breathing become rapid. Her eyes were closed and her head was slowly rolling from side to side. He could tell she was approaching orgasm.

“P-please … Dan … please st-stop … uuhhh … uuhhh … oh God … please stop … I don’t … I don’t … uuhhh … uuhhh … no … no … don’t … uuhhh … uuhhh … oh Jesus … oh Jesus … don’t … please don’t … no … no … uuhhh … uuhhh…”

Sue’s body was trembling and jerking uncontrollably. Her legs were kicking and twitching while her head snapped from side to side. She was breathing rapidly and raggedly through her open mouth.

“No … oh please no … stop … it … stop … it … I don’t … I don’t … want … uuhhh … uuhhh … oh God! … oh God! … nnnnuuuuuhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Sue’s body snapped taut as the orgasm raged through her. Her hips were bouncing and jerking against Dan’s hand. She grabbed his wrist with both hands and tried to push him away as she jerked and twisted in the seat. Still he gently massaged her clit. Over and over she felt the orgasm tear through her. She was nearly squealing as she screamed out. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she stiffened, shivered, and then went limp as the orgasm passed.

“Oh God. Oh God.” she panted as she tried to catch her breath. As much as she hated Dan, she leaned against his shoulder for support as he rubbed her thigh. She was still trembling as Tom pulled into the parking lot of the Gastown.

“Had a good one, didn’t you?” she heard Tom ask. She felt sick. She felt disgusted with herself. How could she have done that? How could she have responded like that? She felt ashamed of herself. She felt dirty. She felt like crying.

Get a grip! she thought. Pull yourself together. You’re supposed to want this. You’re supposed to enjoy this. Get into character. Act like you enjoyed it before you blow the whole plan!

Leaning over, Sue kissed Dan lightly on the lips. “That was … really good. I’ll make sure that you … feel just as good … later on. Now, let’s go in and check out the band.”

The Gastown was a larger club. The front room had a long bar with thirty stools, two pool tables, a bowling machine, and four pinball machines. The backroom was twice the size of the front room with booths lining the walls. Numerous tables took up one half of the available floor space. The rest of the floor space was devoted to a dance floor and a small stage.

The booths along the walls were U shaped, so that people could sit 180 degrees around the tables. The seats were padded in red velvet. Tom, Sue and Dan slid into one of these booths with Sue between the two men. Almost immediately, their hands were on her legs, rubbing the insides of her thighs, pushing the hem of her raincoat up to her crotch. She tried not to think about it. The waitress came, and they ordered two beers and a screwdriver.

The band was decent and played a mix of music. Whenever they played a slow song, which was quite often, either Tom or Dan would have Sue on the dance floor. She would close her eyes and lay her head on their shoulders and try to ignore the rubbing and fondling. It wasn’t any better during fast songs, when they would sit on either side of her, running their hands up under her raincoat, squeezing her thighs and rubbing her crotch.

After a couple of hours of this abuse, Sue decided that Tom and Dan had drank enough to put her plan into operation.

“I think I’ve had enough of this place.” She said matter of factly. “And there’s a new place I want to try that Cheryl told me about. It’s called the Stumble Inn over on Hanson Road.”

“If that’s what you want, my love, then that’s what you’ll get.” Tom grinned and slid out of the booth.

Oh, yes, Sue thought. That’s exactly wha t I want.

******************** Tom pulled into the parking lot of the Stumble Inn and guided the car to the back of the lot. Dan had his left arm around Sue’s shoulders and his right arm around her waist. His lips were pressed to hers and his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. He had been abusing her all the way from the Gastown. Shutting off the engine, Tom leaned over and, cupping her right breast with his left hand, started nibbling her neck.

Breaking her mouth free of Dan’s, Sue breathlessly said “Okay, enough for now. Let’s go in and get a drink.”

“What’s the hurry?” Tom asked with his mouth still pressed to her neck. “We’ve got all night.” His hand dropped to the belt of her raincoat and started unfastening it while Dan fumbled with the buttons.

“But I … I was planning on … on doing this later. Party first and then … then go home and … and have you take me … in bed. That was … my plan.” Sue murmured as they pulled open her raincoat, exposing the skimpy outfit she wore underneath.

“So what’s wrong with now and later?” Dan whispered in her ear. “Double your pleasure.”

They were pulling the raincoat off of her shoulders now, slipping her arms out of the sleeves. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want them using her. But if she protested too much that she wanted to wait until they got home, they might decide to call it a night and go there. What would she do then? Her plan would be ruined, and they would insist on taking her to bed. Would she be able to stop them if that happened? Tom pulled the raincoat out from under her and tossed it onto the back seat.

Dan’s and Tom’s hands were all over her, rubbing, squeezing. Each of them were nibbling on opposite sides of her neck. As long as she and Tom had lived together, he knew all of her “hot buttons” and she felt herself becoming wet in spite of her feelings.

“Please … can’t we … can’t we … wait? It will be … better … later on. I promise … it will. I’ll make sure it’s better if we … if we wait.”

“Pass a chance, you’re always one behind.” Tom muttered as he pulled his rock hard dick into view. Sue noticed that Dan had also exposed himself. Turning so that he could lean against the car door, Tom pulled Sue around so that her back was pressed against his chest. Reaching under her arms and around, he cupped her right breast with his left hand while his right hand rubbed her stomach through the satiny material of her cincher.

Sue felt her heart racing as Dan lifted her legs and spread them apart. Dan was kneeling on the seat with her knees draped over his elbows, holding her legs in the air, and Sue and Tom could both watch as he guided his cock to her opening. She felt the butterflies dancing in her stomach as he pushed aside the crotch of her panties. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t be.

“Please, don’t. Not … not here. Please … PLEASE not here. Somebody … somebody will … will see us. Oh, no. Oh, please no!”

Dan ignored her pleas. He was pressing against her as Tom held her in place. She felt Dan’s cock forcing her open, penetrating into her.

“Nnnnnnnnuuuuuhhhhhh.” Sue moaned and closed her eyes as Dan buried himself inside her with a single thrust of his hips. She felt Tom’s hands roaming over her while Dan slowly fucked her, and she felt sick. Slowly, taking his time, Dan moved in and out of her with long, steady strokes.

She hadn’t wanted this to happen. She hadn’t wanted them to use her. She had thought she would be able to control the situation and avoid this. She had said “no”, she had begged them, but they didn’t listen. She had overestimated her ability to keep things under control, and now she was being raped in the parking lot of a bar.

Dan was now rubbing his hands over her nylon encased thighs while Tom kneaded her breasts. Her high heeled feet were slowly bouncing in the air in time with Dan’s movements. She could see street lights and stars through the windshield of the car as the rape continued. Over and over he shoved his meat deep into her body, and Sue moaned with each penetration.

Oh, God! How long was he going to keep this up? Please, please hurry and finish, she thought to herself. She could watch the minutes crawl by on the dashboard clock. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. Please cum already!

She heard Dan moaning deep in his throat as his pace steadily increased. He was driving into her faster and harder now and she could see his brow furrow as he squeezed his eyes shut. Her feet continued bouncing in time with the assault, and Tom continued kneading her breasts as he watched Dan’s cock sliding rapidly in and out of Sue.

“Oh God!” Dan groaned. “Oh God! Uhhh … uhhh … uuuhhhhooooooooooooo!”

Sue’s stomach constricted and she whimpered as she felt Dan’s cock shoot a long stream of cum into her. Each time he drove into her, he shot another stream of cum. She felt the warmth spreading through her as he pounded into her over and over until finally, with a shiver and a sigh, he quit moving.

“God, Sue! You are so good! You are just so fucking good!” Dan moaned as he allowed himself to gradually soften inside of her. She didn’t say what she was thinking at that moment, but just lay still until Dan finally withdrew from her. Lifting her right leg and passing it in front of him, Dan let both her feet return to the floor of the car. Tom then pushed her away from him and towards Dan, who turned her and pulled her back towards him. Lifting her feet from the floor, Tom spread her legs and knelt between them, his elbows under her knees. Dan’s arms were wrapped around her and her breasts were in his hands. Sue was in the exact same position she had been only moments before, but facing the other direction with Tom getting ready to enter her.

“Oooohhhhhhhhh.” escaped from Sue’s throat as Tom pushed his length up inside her. She heard him sigh as he slowly stroked his meat into her. Slowly withdrawing and just as slowly reentering her, over and over.

Sue was revolted by the very thought of having two men inside her, one after the other. She had never been promiscuous. Never been loose. It would have never even crossed her mind to let two men use her. She had no choice, though. If she had fought, if she had done everything in her power to try and stop them, it would have done nothing but ruin her plan. They still would have raped her, and then gone home. She was sure of that. The evening would have ended with Sue raped and her plan unrealized.

He continued using her, slowly and deliberately, stretching it out as long as possible. Sue opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. The minute hand crept ever so slowly around the dial. She just wished he would hurry and finish. She never wanted to have him inside her again.

He was putting his weight on the back of her legs, forcing her knees towards her chest. The toes of her high heeled feet were touching the roof of the car. He could penetrate her deeply in this position, nearly hitting her cervix as he drove into her. Sue cried out with each thrust of his hips.

Tom’s breathing was coming more rapidly now, and his hips were thrusting faster and harder. Sue squeezed her eyes shut and ground her teeth together. She wanted him to finish. She wanted him to get out of her. She heard him muttering “Oh, God!” over and over. She felt his cock inside her, twitching and throbbing.

And then he groaned and she felt him shooting his warm, thick fluids into her. Felt them mixing with Dan’s fluids inside of her. He pumped more and more cum into her as he continued his relentless thrusting. Finally, mercifully, he gradually slowed his pace until he stopped moving. Sue heard him panting as he softened inside of her.

Tom and Dan had both used her, so Sue was allowed to return to a sitting position between them. Taking some tissue from her purse, she cleaned herself as best she could. She felt miserable. She felt dirty. She wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to be as far away from these two as she could get, but that would destroy her plan. Now came the time when she would have to muster all of her resolve, all of her determination, all of her courage. Griev e later. For now, get into character! Play the role!

“Well,” she asked with a forced smile on her face “now that I’ve taken care of the two of you, and your sexual tensions have been released, are you ready to go in for a drink?”

“You sure you still feel up to it, babe?” Tom asked.

Feel up to it? God, no! She didn’t feel up to anything but laying down and bawling her head off. Screwing up her courage, though, she said “Sure. We came out to party, didn’t we? So let’s party. Dan, could you be a sweetheart and hand me my coat, please?” Dan reached into the back seat and brought Sue’s raincoat forward. The two men climbed out of the car and Sue, after a quick look around to make sure no one was close by, stepped out with the coat still in her hands. Standing next to the car, she slipped into the raincoat, buttoned it and fastened her belt tightly around her trim waist. Retrieving her purse from the car, she stepped between the two of them, put her arms through theirs, and said “Let’s go! I’m definitely ready for a drink.”

Dan held the door for Tom and Sue and they entered the Stumble Inn. It was a medium sized establishment with a long bar along the right wall, booths along the left, and two pool tables in the middle. There were perhaps twenty or twenty five men drinking, talking and shooting pool. Sue lead the way to the bar and took an empty seat. Tom and Dan sat on either side of her.

“What can I do for you?” the bartender asked.

“We’ve got something to celebrate.” Sue replied before Tom or Dan could say anything. “I’ll have a shot of Peach Schnapps, and my special guys here will each have a shot of scotch.”

“Coming right up.”

“You’re doing a shot to celebrate?” Tom asked. “You must have really enjoyed what we just did to you out there. You really like having two guy’s bang you, don’t you.”

Sue fought her feelings to keep a smile on her face. “I told you, it was a fantasy of mine. I thought it was just great having the two of you climbing all over me like that. I can hardly wait until we get back to the house so you guys can do it again.”

The bartender brought the shots and collected the money. Sue lifted her glass and said “To many more nights of great sex with my favorite guys!”

Tom and Dan smiled broadly as they downed the scotch. Dan signaled the bartender for another round. This was great! He and Tom were really into something great with Sue. He wondered if she was into oral and anal sex? God, would he love to put it up that shapely ass of hers!

Tom and Dan downed their shots and Tom ordered a third round. They were celebrating, all right. Celebrating their mistaken belief that Sue was going to be some kind of sex toy for the two of them. Fat chance. Sue noticed their eyes were sagging, only part way open. It was nearly time. They had been in the Stumble Inn barely fifteen minutes when Tom and Dan passed out on the bar.

A group of men immediately came over and pulled Tom and Dan off their stools and dragged them to the pool tables. The bartender came up and laid his hand over Sue’s.

“Are you okay, Susie?” he asked softly.

“I … I’m not sure, Stevie.” She heard Tom scream behind her as a dick was forcefully buried in his ass. Dan was gagging. He was unaccustomed to having things jammed into his throat. “Did you have any trouble setting things up?”

“No. When I explained to my friends what those two did to you, and what you had done for me, they were more than happy to help.” Stevie and Sue grew up on the same street and had been friends since childhood. When Stevie had realize at 16 that he was gay, he came very near to committing suicide. It had been Sue who had stood with him and helped him through those difficult times. “I put just enough GHB in those first shots to put them partially out. They won’t be able to resist, and they won’t have any clear memories, but they know what’s going on and they will remember bits and pieces of what’s being done to them.”

“Good. I want them to remember just enough to torture them, like my memories tortured me. I want them to have nightmares, but to know the nightmares are real. I want them to know what it feels like to be raped and betrayed.”

Sue noticed the flash of light behind her. One of the men had a Polaroid camera and was taking pictures of Tom and Dan as the rapes continued. She would take those pictures and tape them to 8 ½ by 11 inch sheets of paper, six photos to a sheet. She would then Xerox those pages, making dozens and dozens of copies. Those copies would then be circulated around town. The photos wouldn’t clearly indicate that the two were being raped. Only that they had been involved in homosexual activities. And Tom and Dan would receive copies, too, so they would know everything that had been done to them.

“Did you have any trouble getting them here?” Stevie asked.

“Not really. I just had to get them drunk enough that they wouldn’t realize that this is a gay bar as soon as we walked in. That meant going to some other bars first and … and …” Sue hesitated for nearly a minute. “… I had to … play along and let them … let them … touch me. You know?”

“That must have been hard for you, Susie.” Stevie put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. Something was wrong. “Let’s go back into the office, Susie. You don’t have to stay here for … this.” He indicated the pool tables where Tom and Dan were being simultaneously anally and orally raped. Sue stood up and followed Stevie into the back office. Stevie closed the door, shutting out the sounds from the barroom.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it, Susie? I can tell.”

Sue felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She was trembling and a whimper escaped from her.

“I … I thought that … that I could … control the s-situation. I … I knew I would … have to … have to let them … touch me … and … and k-kiss me. But I thought … I thought … I could k-keep them from … doing … doing anything … else.”

Stevie saw the tears rolling freely down Sue’s cheeks and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes.

“I was … I was … wrong, Stevie. I was … so wrong. They … they r-raped me. B-both of them. In … in the … in the … parking lot … right … right … outside! They … they … raped me … one … after the … other! Oh, God, Stevie! Oh, God!”

Sue broke down at that point and collapsed against Stevie. He took her in his arms and comforted her as best he could. All of the emotions that she had been forced to keep bottled up through the long night, the anger, the fear, the frustration, the revulsion, all of it came pouring out. Her body was wracked by deep sobs as she cried long and loud. Stevie pulled her down onto the couch and sat there holding her while she cried. The tears came for a long, long time.

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The photos of Tom and Dan made the rounds. The people they worked with, the bars they frequented, even their relatives saw the dozens and dozens of pictures. They couldn’t take it and finally left town. Dan went to California while Tom went to Colorado.

Dan was plagued with nightmares of what had happened. He woke screaming nearly every night. The half remembered visions and feelings were more than he could take. He lasted six months before committing suicide.

Tom tried to chase the memories away with a bottle. He drank hard and heavy. One night, after a particularly heavy drinking session, Tom missed a curve at high speed and plunged over an embankment. He outlived Dan by just nine months.

Sue sought counseling and, with Stevie’s help and support, slowly recovered from her ordeal. Three years later, she met Larry Davis, who would prove to be the most loving, considerate husband any woman could ask for. In a break with tradition, Stevie served as Sue’s Maid of Honor.

Author of this rape story is: LUCKYTOM44

by TB

My name is Thomas B. I am a rapist. I rape for the shear high of banging a tight cunt that’s fighting and begging you to stop raping it. I’m about 5’10 220. I have a little gut… So what. I’m balding in the middle and I am skin is as white as your best china. I can’t get a girl to save my life. So I get picky. I hunt the best looking ones waiting for a mistake. I know their every move. I strip and rape those whores as hard as I can.
The Sexy Coed. Her name was Mandy. She was about 5’8” she here silky light brown hair falls past her shoulders. Mandy’s body was hot as shit. She had big perky breast with large dark pink nipples. She was at the gym late that night. I just finished walking the track. She had swum a little longer tonight for some odd reason. I watched as her tan body pressed against her little bikini. Her large beautiful breast forcing their large hard dark nipples against the fabric covering them. Mandy and I were the only two customers. I watched her with my hiding in the corner eyes.

I watched as Mandy’s young fit white body was grabbed by the two black janitors. Both men were fat men and about my height. One grabbed her shoulders the other her legs. I followed them as they took her in to the very back of the men’s locker room. I watch with pure excitement as they through her on the table. One pinned her arms to the table while the other strip himself and then started to strip her. She cried out of mercy as she begged the two older men to stop. The naked one slapped her. Then her ran his big black hands up her shirt and within seconds he is cupping her young white tits. She begged them to stop. You could barley understand her because she was crying so hard. The black man cupping her breast released them. He then quickly tore the front of her thin cotton sweater to either side of her exposed flesh. Her large bouncing breasts were staring at him with their large dark nipples clearly visible against the thin lace of her white bra.
The black man slapped her again. This time he nearly knocked her out. She lay there limp and helpless on the table as his greedy black hands tore her tight bra from her now naked breast. He forced on of her dark nipples into his mouth as he squeezed her large breast. He moved from breast to breast batting her hands away. He then unbuttoned her jeans before tearing them off her tan muscular legs. She was wearing a white g-string thong. The black man laughed before he reached down and tore her g-string from her body exposing her neatly shaved cunt hairs. He forced some lotion on her cunt and then he did the same to his cock. He slides his way between her long muscular tan legs. He lined his cock up to her opening as she cried out no. He forced her g-string into her shouting mouth. Her cries could hardly be heard now and she knew it. Slowly he forced more and more of his cock up her till he was all the way in her young white cunt. He told her how tight she was as he suckled on her nipples. The other black man grabbed her arms and forced them against the ground as the man on top of her started to pump her tight cunt hard. Her body bounced back and forth as his naked black flesh slapped her white skin.

Her head swung from side to side as she realized that she was being raped by this fat black bastard. His big fat ass pumped back and forth rubbing her tan muscular thighs. He started screaming as he slowed his deep pumps down. He told her that he was going to cum in her she screamed (the best that she could). You could hear her begging him “no” as he looked her in the face. With a few more deep thrust his fat black cock went in and out of her tight slit. All of a sudden he stated screaming as his fat black body shuck in between her long tan legs. He was cumming in her. I was so horny that I all most came in my pants. Her naked flesh jiggled as he emptied his lava like cum into her naked body. He lay on top of her body moved back and forth. He got off her and pulled her off the table he then backhanded her. She hit her back against the table. He turned her around and threw her on top of the table. It took the breath out of her. Knowing that she wouldn’t fight back. The other “would be” rapist lay on top of her. Grabbing a handful of her hair as he forced his cock in her from behind. Her ass jiggled as his fat black cock fuck her from behind. Her body began to bounce back and forth. Then as quickly as he started he finished. He lasted only a couple of minutes in her before he started to cum in her. You could see the pure humiliation of this young fine white girl. Mandy creamed so hard that the rag in her mouth fell out. The black guy inside of her began to shake as he pumped her young tight cunt from behind. She went limp as he finished pumping her. He got off her and the two men started to talk to one another.
I made my way down to them. They looked at me shocked as I flashed my gun (always on my ass now days) at them. I said, “get lost”. The two men looked at me and shared a smile with me ass they got fully dressed and ran off. I quickly dropped my pants to my ankles and fought my way between her muscular tan legs. She looked at me and said, “ no please”. Mandy was a broken white girl she was barley fighting back as I forced my cock up her. After a few quick deep pumps I was up deep inside her. I was so deep that my ball sack rested against her stretched little shaved slit. I began pumping the shit out of her. I bent over and suck on her large and hard dark nipples as I squeezed her big bouncing breast. I looked her eye to eye as I pumped her tight cunt. I told her about the uncountable amount of times that I had beaten off just thinking about her naked flesh. Mandy said, “why?” as I grabbed a hand full of her silky light brown hair. By gut rubbed her thighs as I pumped her tight cunt. I said, “ you’re a fucking tease, but any more because I’m going to pump you full of my cum. I Leaned back and placed one of my hands of her naked hip down to her plump ass. My other hand squeezed her thigh before quickly moving to her large bouncing breast. I squeezed Mandy’s large dark nipples an as I began to cum in her. She let out a gasp as I thrust my cock back in forth milking my cock’s cum inside her tight young cunt. I laid on top of her limp body for a couple of minutes before my limp cock slide out of her slit. I looked her in the face and said, “thanks Mandy”. I picked up her g-string and placed it into my back pocket I picked up my gun and put it to her head and said, “ you tell anyone or go to the cops I will kill you. She shock her head and said” yes, I understand”. I said, not a tease any more slut maybe we’ll do this again sometime. She shook her head back and forth in a half-ass attempt to say no. I put the gun up to her temple and said, “I know people slut, don’t even think that you’re safe if I’m locked up. We will do this again.” She rolled over and cried as I finished buttoning my pants. I smiled and laughed as I marched my proud self out of the locker room and to my car.
Upon reaching my car I through my gym bag back into the car and quickly made my way back to the gym room where I found Mandy’s big tits bouncing as she tugged her pant up to her thighs I walked over to her and punched her in the sumac. She bent over I laid her bent body over the table. Raising her to her tiptoes. I forced my cock up her from behind. Her sexy muscular legs lead helpless le to her bouncing ass. I pumped her for a minute or two before cumming again in her abused cunt. I warned her again about going to the cops. She looked at me and began to cry as I left the room and went home. Some time has passed since then and I have raped Mandy at least 4 or 5 times since then. I’ve held her down while my friend and strangers enjoyed her naked body and it tight white cunt.