Rape Stories.

He had always considered rape a form of hunting requiring skill and preparation and it was a lot less inhumane than putting a bullet through the body of a deer. At least the bitch got to go on living when it was over. The ones he bagged did anyway. Of course he led them to believe that might not be the case as an aid to keeping them in line and adding to his fun.

Now, any son of a bitch could grab a woman, throw her down, stick his cock in her, then run away and spend a long time after that scared shitless that she had reported it and he might go to prison. But a really successful rapist like himself planned each of his hunts well in advance. He was very selective in choosing his targets. He would select only the choicest stock. That was one of the advantages of rape. The average domesticated man (his choice of terms to refer to men who didn’t rape) usually had to settle for less than knock outs due to the necessity to prove themselves attractive to the woman. The rapist, however, chose who he wanted and took her. Since he didn’t give a shit what she thought of him or whether or not she consented, he could have only the finest.

Next came the stalking phase. He would watch the target at length for a long time studying her habits, her vulnerabilities, and such. It was amazing how careless and unguarded a bitch can be when she doesn’t suspect she is being watched.

Finally he would pick the time and circumstances to strike. Setting it up so that the target was maneuvered into being at a situation in which interference was unlikely and he would have ample time to enjoy his catch without being rushed was a skill he was constantly perfecting. It was sort of like choosing the perfect spot to stalk deer or the perfect duck blind.

He was quite proud of the way he had set up his current prey, a gorgeous blond by the name of Sue Tollard. She was a real estate agent and he had contacted her by phone pretending to be interested in purchasing an upscale home in a somewhat secluded setting. They had arranged to meet early that afternoon at the location for a showing. Like a good little real estate bitch she was there when he arrived, eager to make a sale.

“Ms Tollard,” he greeted her shaking hands. “I’m Frank Barnard (a bogus name).”

“Delighted to meet you,” she replied. “And there’s no need to be formal. Please call me Sue.”

I’ll be calling you a lot more than that, he thought to himself, and we’re going to go WAY beyond informal. Before I’m through with you, bitch, we’re going to become VERY intimate!

She opened the door and let him in, closing the door behind them. Then she turned her back to him and said, “As you can see, this is the living room it UHHHHHH!”

He shoved her with such force that it sent her to the floor face down with him planting a knee in her back, pinning her down. She took in a breath to scream but he seized her by the hair and wrenched her head back with one hand while clamping the other over her mouth and growling in her ear, “Keep quiet or I’ll break your neck! You got that, slut?”

Frantically she nodded. He let go of her hair and removed the hand from her mouth. Of course, he had no intention of breaking her neck. That would end the fun all too soon. He had no desire to fuck a corpse. She didn’t know that, though.

“P-please don’t hurt me!” she begged.

“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped as he took the handcuffs he had brought along from his pocket. Reaching down, he snapped one cuff around her right wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. With the other hand he grabbed her left wrist and twisted it back there too and snapped the other cuff on it. Having thus secured his victim, he removed the knee from her back, turned her over onto her back and straddled her waist.

“You know, Sue,” he began. “Those self defense classes you’ve been taking every Tuesday night are really a waste of money.”

Her eyes widened and he smiled inwardly. She was wondering how he knew that.

“Oh, I suppose all that yelling, eye gouging, and balls kicking stuff they teach you might work with some half drunk boyfriend who decided to get a little pushy but any man who’s done some planning can get any bitch under control in a couple of minutes, especially if she’s like you and doesn’t have a clue that it’s coming.”

He reached down and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.

“You’d have spent the money more wisely on some new clothes for Amy.”

At the mention of her 12 year old daughter REAL terror shone in her eyes.

“After all, that little red skirted outfit you sent her to school in last Friday was pretty old and faded.”

He had her now! She was the most vulnerable of all women, a single mother.

“P-please don’t hurt my baby!” she pleaded.

“Well,” he said as he unbuttoned a second button. “That depends on you.”

“I-I’ll do anything you want!” she promised. “You can do anything to me you want, just PLEASE don’t hurt my baby!”

“Sue,” he sighed as he might have to a child who had disappointed its parent. “For someone who is concerned about the welfare of her child you have certainly been careless in that regard.” She looked up at him puzzled and he continued, “When that son of a bitch got you pregnant and then took off that was pretty shitty (he knew she was, once again alarmed by how much he knew about her. She was studying his face, not realizing it was a façade of false mustache and eyebrows, falsely colored contacts, and theatrical makeup, trying to figure out if she knew him.) but look what you did today. After you left your office, I called pretending to be a friend. They said you were showing a house but hadn’t told them which one. They said they didn’t know if you would be back in or not today and, when I tried to call on your cell phone, I discovered that you hadn’t even bothered to turn it on. In short, you’ve set the day up for me. Now suppose, when I get finished, I decide not to let you go on living, what will little Amy do then? She doesn’t have anyone else. How thoughtless and uncaring is that?”

“P-please don’t k-kill me!” She begged, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.

“That isn’t the subject under discussion,” he remarked. “Now what have you to say about your unsatisfactory behavior as a mother?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she murmured. She was being made to apologize to her rapist for getting herself in a position to be raped. God, but the power he could exert over his bitches gave him a rush!

The blouse was now completely unbuttoned and he flipped it open. She was wearing a pretty white bra with a delicate flower design in lace along the sides. He decided not to remove it just yet. He was in no hurry. He could afford to take his time. Reaching down he took a breast in each hand and began squeezing and kneading them through the material of the bra.

“Now Sue,” he continued. “I know that being born with a hole between your legs makes you naturally more stupid than if you had been born with a cock. You can’t help that.”

Of course, he didn’t believe anything of the kind. Though he enjoyed raping women, he had no reason to believe they were inherently any less intelligent than men. Part of the fun of raping a slut, though, was to be found in degrading, insulting, and humiliating her. Besides, All he cared about was that she was a good looking bitch. He couldn’t have cared less how smart or stupid she was.

“But even a complete moron should know better than to try to bargain by offering something the other party already has,” he went on. “You offered to do whatever I want and to let me do anything to you if I leave your kid alone. Well, you’ll do whatever I want anyway because I can make you and I’ll do whatever I want to you because you have absolutely no means of preventing it. That kind of bargaining is fruitless, Sue.”

He took a knife from his pocket and she gasped and stared at it in terror. Chuckling a bit he put the blade on her left shoulder, slipped it under the bra strap there, and yanked upward slicing it in two, “There is, though, something we can negotiate about.”

“Wh-what?” she asked through quivering lips.

“Well,” he went on. “If I let you live when all this is over, and I haven’t made up my mind about that, if you keep your mouth shut and don’t tell the cops or anyone else about this, little Amy won’t get hurt. You go sharing our little secret, however, and who knows what might happen? I mean kids get hit by cars or are snatched everyday. Hell, those two nuts who were shooting people in the DC area awhile ago even popped a kid near a school yard. You never can tell.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” she promised. “I swear to GOD I won’t!”

“Well, I believe you,” he said as he sliced through the second bra strap. “But I’m going to keep an eye on you —- AND Amy! —– all the same just to see you keep your word.”

In reality, he had no intention of hurting her child no matter what he did. He might be a rapist but he was no monster. The practice of threatening someone close to each bitch that he had conquered had proven successful in every case but one. One dumb whore had decided to go to the cops even after he had threatened to kill her husband if she told anyone about the rape including the husband himself. She had reported it anyway. Of course, he had been disguised then as well so the description she gave was nothing like how he really looked. Still, he couldn’t let a bitch get out of line like that and get away with it so, a couple of weeks later, he grabbed her one night and dragged her into an alley. There he did her standing up against a wall. Afterward, he beat the shit out of her tits and told her that this was hubby’s only freebee and that, unless she withdrew the charge, he would be dead with a bullet in his head within a week. Though it was all pure bluff, she fell for it. The next day she went down to the police station and recanted the story telling them she had been having an affair and was afraid her husband would find out so she had made up a story about having been raped. Hubby had filed for divorce a month later! All his other bitches had been good little girls and kept quiet.

He slid the knife blade under the front of the bra and Sue shuddered as she felt its cold steel against her flesh. He cut through the fabric slowly rendering it cut into two halves which he moved aside to reveal her delicious mounds.

Now, at this point, a lot of guys would have quickly torn off the rest of her clothing and plowed right into her cunt. He, on the other hand, liked to take his time, to drag it out, to watch the fear in his captive’s eyes. It was kind of like a cat playing with a mouse rather than just gobbling it right down, like playing a fish on the line. The fear and desperation in the bitch’s eyes, the quaking in her voice, the trembling and shivering beneath his touch, for him, constituted the foreplay of rape.

“You have a very nice pair of tits, Sue,” he told her as he began working her flesh in his hands.

The terrified, sobbing woman turned her head aside.

SMACK! He slapped her hard across her cheek.

“Don’t be a bad girl,” he told her. “You know it isn’t polite to fail to express gratitude when you are paid a compliment.”

“Th-thank y-you,” she replied.

“That’s better,” he cooed. “That’s the type of proper behavior I expect.”

He bent down, licked one of her nipples then filled his mouth with breast and began sucking deeply. With his hand he began rolling the other nipple around between his thumb and forefinger. Occasionally he would close his teeth as if he were going to bite or tighten his grip on the other nipple. Each time he did, he delighted in Sue’s subtle stiffening and the little gasp of anxiety which would escape her. He DID intend to pinch, bite, and otherwise inflict pain on her breasts but that would come later —- after he had teased and played with her a bit.

“You know,” he said as he sat back, not bothering to wipe his saliva from her left breast. “You really do have a fine set of tits.”

“Thank you,” she dutifully replied.

“Yes,” he went on. “Some guys are interested just in size but I value shape and proportion more. Yours are just right.”

“Thank you.”

He reflected upon the various ways in which different bitches responded to rape. Some were practically hysterical, ranting and raving and blubbering their heads off. Those had to be slapped around for awhile before they started paying attention. Others tried to play the ‘tough girl’ role, trying to fight and calling him all sort of insulting names before several good wallopings got them in line. Most, though, were like Sue, all passive and compliant praying that that would get them through it alive. While he liked taming the fighters and getting the hysterical ones ‘broken to the bit’ so to speak, these accommodating bitches were the most enjoyable to him.

“Oh well, enough idle chatter,” he remarked as he got up off her and knelt on the floor beside her. “Time to get on with it.”

He reached down and removed her shoes. Then he unzipped her skirt, taking hold of its top as well as the waistband of her pantyhose and told her, “Raise your cute little ass a bit so that I can slide these off.” She obeyed and he pulled them down her legs, over her feet, and off. The terrified Sue now lay there clad only in a skimpy pair of red silk panties.”

“How pretty,” he said as he reached over and patted them.

At first she said nothing but, upon being given a warning look, she said, “Thank you.”

“I could slide them off too,” he went on. “But I prefer to cut them off. You don’t mind, do you?”

Again, no response.

“Sue?” he said in a slightly harder tone.

“N-no,” she responded. “I-I don’t mind. Do whatever you w-want with them.”

“I knew you’d see it that way,” he mocked her. Placing the knife under one side of the panties he slit it open. Sue’s shuddering as he did so amused him. Bitches get so nervous when knives get close to their cunts. He slit the other leg then peeled the delicate fabric back exposing her little bush and rendering her stark naked. He put his hand on it and began stroking and pressing it. Then he slid a finger inside. The woman beneath him squirmed a little and grimaced. He smiled. Once you put something inside the prey, even if it’s only a finger, she knows she’s yours.

“Sue,” he told her. “Look at me. What I am about to say is very important. I want you to pay attention.”

Slowly she turned her face back around and looked at him.

“You know you are going to be raped, don’t you?” he asked as he inserted a second finger.

“Y-yes,” she replied in a very weak and tiny voice.

“Now, you can beg me not to,” he went on. “I like hearing the women I rape beg. But, I’ll be very honest with you, it won’t help at all. I’ve decided to do it and that is the only determining factor. You have no say in the matter. Are you following me so far?”

Her mouth dry with fear Sue nodded.

He pinched her cunt HARD!

“UHHHHHH!!!!” she moaned in agony.

“You know better than that,” he chided her. “Answer aloud when I speak to you.”

“Yes!” she quickly said. “Yes, I understand!”

He released his pressure on her hole.

“That’s better,” he told her. “Have you ever been raped before, Sue?”

“N-no.”

“What do you think it will be like?”

“I d-don’t know.”

He enjoyed discussing the upcoming rape with his victims, especially while subjecting them to extremely invasive and embarrassing activities like the fingers now probing her most private orifice. It scared and humiliated the hell out of them!

“Well, the most important thing you have to understand,” he continued. “Is that it is all about me and my enjoyment. You are of importance only as an instrument of my achieving that enjoyment. I couldn’t care less about how you feel in the matter and, if I am not experiencing the level of pleasure I desire, I don’t care how badly I have to hurt you in order to do so. Is that ABUNDANTLY clear to you?”

“Y-yes!”

“All right. Now, I have gone to a lot work to set all this up. It took lots of long hours of watching you without your knowing it, some considerable coordinating to get you to just the right place at the right time in order to ensure the optimum combination of time and location so as to make for the most rewarding experience, not to mention putting on just the right act to lure you here without yo u suspecting anything. In other words, Sue, I put considerable effort into this endeavor. In return, I expect you to show your appreciation by exhibiting a reciprocal amount of enthusiasm in fulfilling my desires. Just lying back and taking it is not acceptable. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. The bitch had just been told that he expected her to show appreciation for his setting up of her rape! What a virtuoso of degradation he was! How he could strip a woman of every shred of self respect in a heartbeat!

“All right then,” he said grabbing her by the hair and raising her to her knees. “Let’s start with a little cock sucking, just enough to get me hard —- and Sue, I don’t think I have to tell you that, if you try anything as stupid as biting, you’ll be dead a half second later!”

Conclusion

Now, there are several ways for a bitch to suck cock. Some involve just standing there and letting her take care of you. He didn’t like that, it gave the woman a portion of the control and he wanted her to know who was in charge EVERY second! Consequently, he preferred to take her hair in both hands like the reins of a horse and really BANG her face and this is precisely what he did to Sue. After a few minutes, however, he pulled her off him and, letting go of her hair with one hand, hauled off and slapped her so hard her eyes blurred. Then he said, “I told you I expected some enthusiasm from you. I wasn’t joking. You are a big enough girl to not have to be told something more than once.” God, how he loved talking to her like that, as if she were a child or some sort of subordinate who OWED him obedience! “Now, I’m going to put my cock back in your mouth and I had BETTER experience some energetic lip and tongue action!” With that, he thrust back inside her and began face raping her anew. This time she dutifully licked and sucked him as best she could with his organ being repeatedly rammed into the back of her throat at a rapid pace and her mouth, chin, and nose being slammed over and over again into his crotch.

Looking down at the naked, terrified, woman kneeling at his feet he felt like a GOD and she was his supplicating, trembling worshipper! He could do anything with her that he wished, make her do anything. He could even revoke her permission to go on living on a whim should he choose to and the cunt well knew it! The vast majority of pussy whipped, domesticated, so-called men would never know such heady power, would never know the exalting excitement of actually OWNING a woman!

He was getting good and hard and, not wanting to shoot his load down her throat —- not this time anyway —- he pulled out of her and shoved her back down onto her back. Then he commanded, “Legs apart, Sue. You are about to get the best fuck of your life!”

He descended upon her and let her feel the weight of his body pressing down upon her before entering her. He teased her by rubbing the head of his cock up and down the surface of her slit, giving her a taste of what was to come, what she was helpless to prevent or even delay.

Then he STABBED into her! Once the fucking began he didn’t put a gentle hand on her. He battered her so hard that her entire body shook with each thrust and he knew he was causing bruises down there which would be with her for a long time and make walking painful. Good! Leave her with the knowledge that, for the first time in her life, she was being fucked as bitches were meant to be fucked, roughly, selfishly, EXCLUSIVELY for HIS pleasure. Let her know what it felt like to be nothing but a THING for him to jack off with. He wanted her to remember forever what it was like to be screwed by a man who refused to play the weak dicked game of giving her flowers, buying her dinner, or otherwise trying to win her consent to the act and who refused to abrogate his male birthright of taking whatever female flesh he wished whenever he wished it!

As he fucked her, he gripped a breast in each hand and mauled them something awful. He would take them in his mouth and bite them hard enough to make her bite her lip in order not to cry out with pain. He twisted, pinched, and stretched the nipples. He smacked her ass with a vengeance and slapped her face numerous times just for fun. Rape is partially about punishing a woman for the sin of being born female!

When finally he shot his load and pulled out of her she lay there sobbing and trembling, bruises already forming and multiple teeth marks on her breasts. Her groin and breasts throbbed in agony and her soul was filled with defeat and despair. As the rapist waited to get hard again, he decided to add to her torment with a little sadistic mental torture. Sitting on the floor beside her, lightly playing with a nipple, he said, “You know Sue, as hot a bitch as you are, it just occurred to me that it might be worth my while to take you with me when our little party is over.”

She looked at him with a new fear in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he went on. “I could take you across the border into Mexico. Bet I could get a grand or two selling you to the owner of a string of whores I know down there.”

Her eyes widened.

“He rents them out to tourists at ritzy resorts in Cancun. Some of them tell the clientele that they are kidnapped Americans and ask for help but it never does any good. Most clients don’t give a shit. All they are interested in is getting some nice pussy and they don’t care how it got there. The few who DO try to do something just find themselves up against a brick wall. This guy has all the Mexican police in his pocket and the beauty of anyone going to the American consulate is that they won’t do anything unless the cunt has a passport to prove she’s an American citizen. Not many of the bitches he grabs or buys are carrying passports and the few who are have them taken away right away.”

Sue began sobbing even more hopelessly.

“Of course,” he continued, enjoying her misery greatly. “I could always keep you and turn you out myself. Bet I could make a pile selling your ass out on the streets. It would be more dangerous, though. I’d have to figure out a way to keep you from going to the cops when I wasn’t around. I would probably have to grab Amy. That would probably keep you in line and I could rent her out to guys who like them really young.”

“Oh my God!” Sue whispered. “Please don—-!”

SMACK!

He slapped her left tit and told her, “There you go being naughty again. No talking unless I ask you a question or tell you to say something.”

Sue just groaned in despair.

In reality, he knew no one in Mexico and didn’t have a clue as to how one went about running whores but it was a HELL of a lot of fun watching her squirm!

Without warning he stood up. Then he said, “Okay sweetheart, rest time is over. Time to get up.” With that, he reached down, grabbed her by a breast, and started hauling her up. She grimaced and scrambled to her feet. “You are here to give me a tour,” he told her. “Let’s go find the bathroom.”

He especially liked leading a bitch around by the tit. Not only did she really move her ass because of the pain and ability to inflict MUCH more practically effortlessly, but it was TERRIBLEY humiliating. Now, if she were an African or Polynesian bitch it probably wouldn’t have been nearly so but women in western society are so hung up on keeping their breasts (or at least their nipples) covered that using one as a handle to lead them around with must be devastating. Probably the only thing worse would be to pierce a pussy lip, put a ring through it, and lead her by that. He made a mental note to do that with the next bitch he bagged.

Once in the bathroom, he checked to make sure the water hadn’t been shut off then he lifted the toilet seat and shoved Sue down onto her knees beside it facing it. Without warning he grabbed another fistful of her hair and, shoving her forward, stuck her face down into the water. There he held her —– and held her —– and HELD her —- AND HELD HER! The woman began to squirm and twist frantically but, with her wrists imprisoned behind her and his fist in her hair, there was nothing she could do. Bubbles began escaping her mouth and nostrils as the air in her lungs expanded. GOD but how she needed to breath!

Finally he lifted her dripping face from the toilet and, coughing and sputtering, she desperately gasped in breath after breath.

“Sue,” he said calmly. “That was to illustrate something to you. I am about to cause you intense pain and I don’t want you making noise. Now I could warn you of the consequences but without a practical demonstration you would be likely to scream anyway without thinking. Now you have a taste of how you will be punished if you do only this time I won’t take your face out of the water until you are dead. Is that clearly understood?”

“Y-yes!” she stammered in reply. He knew she had to be nearly hysterical wondering what was going to happen to her now!

“Good,” he remarked. Then he closed the toilet seat and lid and draped Sue over it with her ass in the air. As soon as he took hold of each cheek and spread them apart she knew what she was in for. She had only let one man attempt to take her there and had called it off before he was in even an inch due to the pain —- and he had used lubrication. This time, however, she was to get it dry and there WAS NO possibility of calling it off!

Now, some rapists like to just bang a cunt over and over again but a bitch has three holes and he always liked making use of all of them. He also didn’t believe in giving her any more slack there then in her cunt or mouth so, without any attempt to enter gradually, he PLUNGED into her!

Sue had never known such pain! She had to clench her teeth like a vise to keep from screaming and tears flowed down her cheeks. She felt as if she were being RIPPED apart!

He hammered her ass with the same brutality as he had her cunt and mouth. It wasn’t just that he enjoyed hurting her, enjoyed the power of being able to inflict that sort of pain. It was more that he just didn’t give a fuck. As he had told her before, rape is about and for the man. Anyone who believes the fairy tale bullshit churned out by romance novels about a handsome hunk who might force a woman because she is too alluring for him to contain himself but who still has tender / romantic feelings for her is an idiot! The rape victim is to the rapist what the deer is to the hunter after it has been bagged, a slab of meat to be cut up and consumed. As long as the hunter gets his meat he doesn’t give a shit how much pain it might have had to endure in the process of being killed. Likewise, as long as the rapist gets his piece of ass —- the way HE wants it! —- he is equally unconcerned with the suffering of his victim!

He hammered and battered her shit hole as brutally as he had her cunt, if not more so. In addition, he repeatedly slapped her ass or reached around to pinch her already tortured tits frequently, just for the fun of doing so. Finally, after pumping his hot cum deep into her rectum, he withdrew as suddenly and roughly as he had invaded her. It hurt almost as badly!

Sue lie there hunched over the toilet, every fiber of her being now throbbing and her breath coming in labored, tortured pants. She continued to sob, not daring to move and wondering what he would do to her next.

“Sue,” he said turning her around to face him and putting her back on her knees. “Look at this mess.” He pointed to his cock which was now smeared with cum, blood, and shit. “Can’t you do anything in a neat manner? Are you always this sloppy? Didn’t your mother ever teach you anything about hygiene? Is this how you are raising Amy”

“I-I’m s-sorry.” She murmured humbly, her head hanging. She could hardly believe she was apologizing to the man who had just brutally anally raped her for soiling the instrument of that horrible assault. Then again, before he had attacked her, there were a multitude of vile, disgusting, dehumanizing things she would never have believed she would do and say in order to forgo further pain or preserve her (as she now viewed it) worthless life. She knew that, should she survive this, she would never again view herself with any feelings of self respect.

“Well,” he went on, knowing precisely what she was feeling and gloating over his accomplishment. “Do something about it, lick it clean.”

She stared at the sickening mess. Taking his cock in her mouth the first time had been revolting but THIS! She told herself to refuse, to be brave, to preserve SOME shred of honor!

“Shall we go toilet diving again?” he asked quietly. Broken, Sue lowered her mouth to his organ and began cleaning it with her tongue. He beamed. He liked smacking and punishing a bitch into submission but it was so much more satisfying when he could do it without even having to raise his voice! “No gagging,” he said matter-of-factly. “It annoys me.”

When she had licked everything off and digested it he zipped up his pants and looked at his watch.

“Well,” he said to her as he pulled her back to her feet and took her back into the living room. “It has been a lot of fun but it’s time for me to go.” To her horror, he took out the knife again, bent back her head, and placed the blade at her throat then said, “Now for the big question, do I let you live or not?”

“Please don’t kill me,” she whispered.

“But, don’t you understand?” he asked, enjoying the terror in her face. “Control and power is what rape is all about. I’ve made you jump through numerous hoops, not only for my entertainment, but also just for the thrill of exercising power over you. Would the ultimate act of power and control not be to terminate your ability to go on living, to just say, I —- exercising the power of a god —- revoke permission for you to live any longer?

“Please don’t kill me!” she went on pleading, not knowing what else to say.

“All it would take would be just a slight movement of the blade,” he went on pressing the knife just slightly harder against her exposed flesh. “Just think about it, your ability to live beyond this moment can be decided by a fraction of a millimeter and I am in COMPLETE control of that movement. The decision is EXCLUSIVELY mine to make. All you can do is beg and hope.”

“Please!” she repeated as if on cue.

Suddenly he took the knife away and let go of her hair. “Turn around,” he told her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she obeyed. Taking the handcuff key from his pocket he released her wrists(the blouse which had been hanging on them since he had opened it and slid it off her shoulders falling to the floor) and turned her to face him again. Then, with a little peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass, he told her, “I’ve had a fun time, Sue. You can get dressed again, except for these of course (he picked up her sliced bra and panties). I’m taking them as a souvenir of our little party. I don’t want you leaving for at least half an hour, do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she answered afraid to believe that the ordeal was really coming to an end.

“Remember, this has to stay our little secret.” Then, to remind her of the consequences, he added, “Give Amy a big hug and kiss for me.” Without further comment, he left.

Sue had no idea if he had a way to know when she left but she was not willing to take any chances. Not only did she wait the dictated half hour but stayed an additional fifteen minutes just to be safe. She spent most of that time sobbing and trembling while putting her clothes back on. She believed his threat and never told a soul about the rape. She also made changes in her life. She kept a much closer watch over Amy and never again met alone with a male client for a showing. And she NEVER, even for a second, was able to lose the feeling that she was being watched!

The rapist left the house with a feeling of satisfaction. Another successful hunt! Another trophy to mentally hang on his wall, the lovely blond head of Sue Tollard. A few days later, he spotted his next target, a stunning black bank teller whose name was, according to the ID tag on her dress, Cindy. He immediately set about quietly finding out all that he could about black Cindy. Shortly she would be the next piece of game to be bagged by his raping prowess!

Great rape story written by Master of Female Slaves.

I don’t know why I feel the need to share this … as if telling the world about the most horrifying day in my life is going to change things .. Or even make it go away … Maybe it will help someone in some small way, even if I can never erase it from my memory …

It was July 12th, I had gone to the creek to dig wildflowers and ferns for my garden. The spot I usually go to, generally is deserted, but this day there were a couple of nice cut men fishing there. I nodded as I walked past them, on down the shoreline, to the area where I gather the plants from.

It was a very hot day, and I had on my normal creek attire .. a bikini top and a pair of cutoff Levi shorts. I’m not a vain person, but I have to say I did look good. I tan very easily, which makes my light blue eyes even more noticeable. My job helps me keep a muscular build, the tight fitting shorts showing just a hint of buttcheek. My 34c breasts spilling out the sides of the top, Shoulder length brown hair up in a ponytail. A sight to make most men lust.

Shovel in hand, listening to the water spill over the rocks, I had come upon my plant site. I was so enthralled in what I was doing I never heard the men come up on me, till the one grabbed my ponytail and jerked my head backward. I was so startled I couldn’t do anything, didn’t think to scream or even try to get away. He literally pulled me to my feet with my ponytail. It was then I realized what was happening and tried to get myself away from them.

All this accomplished was getting the hell knocked out of me, which just about sent me reeling, but I was able to right myself before falling to the ground. I tried to play tough guy with them, asked them "Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?" The dude looked around the wooded area and said "Looks like, whatever the hell we want to."

With that I was shoved to the ground. Before I could recover, the other man planted a foot on my chest. This resulted in knocking the wind out of me .. I could hear the men discussing me, but couldn’t really tell what they were saying.

As I got my breath back I saw one of them pull a knife from his sheath, as I was watching him .. I felt my arms jerked above my head .. the other one was attempting to tie a rope to my wrists. I jerk and tried to pull my arms free, but the foot planted on my chest pressed down harder and harder the more I struggled till I finally had to lay still for fear of passing out.

I watched them in fear as they seemed undecided as what to do with me. The one holding the knife, with his foot buried in my chest, looked so clean cut, didn’t seem to have the look of a rapist. He was about 6′ 210, nice chiseled features, good toned build, dark color and brown eyes. If not for the situation I was in, would have found him extremely good looking. The second man was as nicely built, about 5’10" 250 lb., alittle rough looking with a few tattoos .. nothing you would have really been scared of … unless faced with them like I was.

My arms were stretched above my head, securely tied, but apparently there was nowhere close to secure me, he dragged me across the rough brush till he had me close enough to a tree. It felted like my arms were being pulled out of socket as he secured my hands to the tree, the male with the knife knelt over me now and without saying a word, slipped the knife under my bikini top. It snipped apart with one quick flick of his wrist. My breasts popped out in an instant. My mind was in such a whirl, I still hadn’t screamed, till now. I opened my mouth and screamed at the top of my lungs. the male at my head slapped me, so hard .. my head rocked … I felt a small trickle of blood slip out of the corner of my mouth. All this resulted in was getting a sock shoved in my mouth. I almost regretted screaming, for now I could no longer make a sound, I could barely breathe through the thick cotton material.

The men stepped out of eyesight for a few minutes, but I knew they weren’t far off, cause I could hear them stepping around in the brushy woods. I tried my best to work out of the bonds around my wrists, but I couldn’t. When they returned, they had some vines it looked like in their hands … I really couldn’t think of what they were for .. but it didn’t take them long to show me.

The male with the knife cut my shorts off, nicking my thigh in the process, and of course going to the creek, I didn’t have any underwear on. He took a length of vine and wrapped it around the top of my thigh, tied it so tight I thought my leg was going to snap in two. Once he thought he had it secured enough, he slipped the vine through an arm and pulled causing my leg to be lifted up in the air. In pulling the vine around my arm, the rough wood like texture was causing a burning sensation, and of course I tried to fight it, which only served in my getting me slapped again. With tears streaming down my face, I bit into the sock and hid my sobs of pain as he did the same thing to my other thigh … fully exposing my pussy to them.

The men stepped back from me, I don’t know if they were trying to decide what to do next or just admiring their handiwork. It seemed like the longest length of time before they finally came back to me. The sock was removed from my mouth, first thing I did was inhale deeply, then through sobs, I began begging them to let me go… both of them just laughed .. then I noticed they had tied some of the vine to a huge keychain ring .. Before I could even think what was up with that .. I had a homemade ring gag placed in my mouth. As I tried to push it out with my tongue, he slipped the vine behind my head and secured it.

I laid back with a most defeated feeling coming over me, when I heard a zipper going down. I knew in my heart the was no escape for me now. I was going to be raped. Both men came out of their jeans, I couldn’t see them .. only hear them .. I tried not to tense myself, for I knew it would only hurt me worse .. but the fear in me wouldn’t let me relax. The tattooed man came into view first, his hardening cock dangling down. I could not help the look of holy terror that came to my face. I swear this was the biggest cock I had ever seen. He straddled my body and I realized he was headed for my face .. I tried to keep my mouth away from him, but he planted himself on my chest, grabbed each side of my face and shoved his cock down my throat. Tears streamed out my eyes as this monstrous cock pumped my mouth, gagging me.

And if this wasn’t enough for me to try and handle, the other male slipped in between my legs, and in what felt like one swift movement forced his dick into my dry pussy. I tried to scream, I felt like I was being ripped in two, but my mouth was still being pumped savagely. There was nothing I could do but try and endure what was happening to me. The male straddling my chest was pumping his hard cock in and out of my mouth through his homemade ring gag, each stroke gagging me as it felt like he was slamming into the back of my throat. Tears streaming down my face, I tried not to sob. I found this made the gagging sensation that much worse. I felt like my face was going to cave in from the pressure the male was holding to my head as he fucked my mouth. But even the pain and humiliation of this male pumping in and out of my mouth, could not take my mind off the male fucking my dry cunt.

Never had I felt pain like this before. I wasn’t a very sexually active person, so I would have to say I was considerably tight, and never in my life fucked dry. Let me say this is not something I would wish upon anyone. It hurt like hell. I was tied in such a way, he had complete access to me, and could plunge to my depths. And plunge he did. It almost felt like the two males were trying to see if they could met in the middle. I swear he had to be hitting my cervix he was pumping so deep. I’m sure it must have been the friction, for he finished with me first. Gave one last hard, deep plunge and started making th ese disgusting noises. I felt the male cum in me, felt the hot spurts of his cum fill my dry cunt, almost a burning sensation This must have excited the other male, for he began raping my mouth faster and harder and in a few minutes he was spilled his cum deep into my throat. Both males pulled their softening cocks out of me almost at the same time.

As the hot tears streamed down my cheeks, I almost signed .. it was over. I didn’t care if they left me like I was, as long as they left. But they didn’t, I heard them, sound like they were settling down in the leaves, so I turned and looked in their direction. I could not believe they had settled themselves, half naked against a tree and were smoking a cigarette. Can you believe that? Just like it was nothing, sitting there laughing, joking and having them a smoke.

I laid there as still as I could, hoping they were just resting before leaving. I didn’t want to draw their attention back to me. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my jagged breathing back to normal. After what seemed like an eternity I heard them began to move. I dared not look at them or even move, yet I heard them coming back in my direction. I couldn’t help but tense up .. I could feel them standing over me once more. I heard a rustling noise, a whooshing sound, and then felt a surge of pain. The SOB had hit me with a switch. I could feel the welp rise on my leg, but with the ring gag still in place, the most scream I could make sounded like a weird grunt. They just laughed at me and hit me a few more times, causing my body to twitch and turn trying to miss the licks. That didn’t seem to amuse them long, but it amuse them enough to make them hard again.

The tattooed male untied my legs, readjusted them, which resulted in lifting my ass off the ground. My mind whirled trying to figure out what they could possibly have in mind for me now. The other male straddled my body as the tattooed male slipped under me, and as I was lowered back down .. he spread my buttcheeks open. Just as I realized what was in store for me, I felt my asshole invaded. I twisted and turned trying to keep him from inserting his hard massive cock into my puckered hole, Big Mistake .. Let me tell you. All I did .. was do the work for him. As I twisted, he held my hips, slipped the head of his cock into my ass… I thought I had felt pain from the first rape .. it was nothing compared to this. Nothing had ever been in my ass before, it was totally virgin. My body keep trying to force it out, he keep trying to push it in. I was in so much pain I almost passed out.

Finally he won, and shoved his length into my anal canal. He slide his monstrous cock in and just almost out a few times, then just stopped and laid still. I was crying so hard, my breath was coming in gasps. The male slipped his arms out and grabbed my breasts. I thought he was going to tear them from my body he was so rough. And to top this all off, he had the nerve to laugh. He keep his grip on my breasts almost pressing them flat against my chest, when I heard him say "OK."

Apparently this was the signal for the other male, I heard him began to move. I felt my legs pushed apart till I thought my muscles were going to rip. He literally fell upon me, forcing his cock back into my cum soaked pussy. I swear I felt the heads meet. He slowly began to move, in and out… as he got a rhythm going, I felt the dick in my ass began to move slowly opposite of him. I felt like they were going to wear a hole inside me, the pain was unbearable, but not hardly enough to give me the pleasure of passing out.

As they got their rhythm going, they began to increase their strokes … faster, hardly, plunging ever deeper. I thought I was going to find my breasts coming out my back from the pressure he was applying to hold me in their position. But then the male in my ass stopped, waited a minute, and started pumping me at the same time the one in my cunt was. I could actually feel their cocks rubbed each other through the thin layer between the my two canals. I tried to scream. I tried in vain to wiggle away, but anywhere I tried to move just made the pain worse as they continued their assault upon my body.

He finally released my breasts. I swear they almost sprang back up after being flatten for so long. But I really gather no relief, for it freed his hands to grab my hips and hold them still.

I could feel the men began to swell as they pumped and pounded savagely in and out my body. I felt sweat drip onto my belly from the male over me. I could feel pain like I never imagined all through my groins.

The male above me arched his back and was driving his cock ever deeper into me, which in turn the other male tightened his grip on my hips … I knew they were about to cum … the male above me made some ugly twisted faces, I could hear grunts coming from under me … As he drove into my pussy one last deep hard time, just as I felt his hot cum spurting into my cunt .. he grabbed my clit and twisted it.

I couldn’t help myself, even muscle in my body tighten from the pain. Apparently in clinching my ass muscles, this set the other male off on his orgasm. He fingers bit into my hips as I felt him pull me to him. He forced his entire length into my anal canal and shot his cum into my ass.

Neither male moved for what seemed to be a lifetime, I could heard their ragged breathing over my gasping sobs. Then finally the one jerked his cock out of my cum soaked pussy, I could feel the sticky fluid sliding down my thighs. He grabbed the ropes on my legs and lifted my ass off the tattooed males dick and after his slide out, dropped me to the ground.

I heard them walk over to the creek and I assume clean themselves up, for I heard some splashing about. When they returned, fully dressed, to stand over me .. All I saw was the knife in his hand … Next time I knew, I awoke .. several hours later .. my bonds cut and my jaw aching like hell .. One of them had knocked me unconscious … I laid still for a few moments making sure they were truly gone before gathering myself up and getting dressed.

So there it is. The most horrible day of my life. I hope maybe getting it out in the open will help me be able to put it behind me … One thing is for sure .. Never go into the woods without some protection ….

The End

Author of this story is BlueEyedBabe

Rape Story by Hans Schultz

September, 14th 1978

Gentlemen: My name is Hans Schultz. I am a 56 years old man living in West-Germany. I’m working at a bookkeeping office as a foreman. I get along very well with my fellow workers and I get paid quite well too but still I don’t like my work much. My enthusiasm has disappeared during the years and to be real honest with you, I must say that I’m bored. But my work isn’t the only thing that I’m bored at.

I’ve been married for the last 25 years and my wife’s name is Helena. She’s ten years younger than me. When we got married I demanded that she should stay home to take care of the children, house and all the well-known duties of a traditional housewife. So she does too, and that is quite all right.

She could have had a nice job at the local supermarket but I didn’t allow her to take it, and I think that my policies were very acceptable back then, don’t you think. After all it is a wife’s duty to stay home and a husband’s duty to go to work and get the money to the family. In spite of this fact my wife still has a nasty habit of complaining and nagging to me. She says that I have ruined her life and I’m afraid that she really thinks that I’m the one to blame. She doesn’t think it as a joke but when she first started the nagging I could only be amused in front of such stupidity. But that was years ago.

The complaining has gone on all the time since then and now I don’t feel very much like laughing anymore. My wife doesn’t take care of the household properly and in addition to that she is a bad mother. You see, she has this tendency of spoiling the kids and letting them do everything they want to. I think because of all this I have slowly and without even realizing it, started to drink more, year after year.

Last week’s Monday started like perfectly normal and a dull Mondays usually do. I woke up at 6am and got to work with a slight hangover in my head at 7am. Then the usual four hours of boredom. Lunch at 11am and after that another deadly four hours.

I had a chance to get a personal secretary, and watching her is about the only pleasant thing to do during a normal workday. I chose her myself from the crowd of twenty people who had applied for the job. She is not talented at her working but her physical qualities are almost perfect.

Long, blonde hair, a nice firm ass, small, girlish tits and tight dresses that could wake up the dead. And another good point is that because she hasn’t gone to schools and hasn’t got the proper qualifications to the job of a secretary, we don’t have to pay her very much. She’s not a member of a trade union. Usually I have to go at least twice a day to the men room and masturbate because of her. Thinking of the things I could do to her is driving me mad. Well…never mind that.

At 4pm I signed out as usual. And also, as usual I headed to a local pub to have a couple of relaxing beers with some of my fellow workers. We talked this and that and time had wings. That’s very understandable. It’s a blessing to have at least some friends that can make you forget all the disgusting shit you have to go through every Goddamn day of your life. When I got home about 8pm or so, I was welcomed by a very angry wife and a cold dinner in the kitchen. She attacked me like a state prosecutor.

"You’ve been drinking again ! I can’t stand anymore this shit of yours. Just guess how much I enjoy sitting home every day, fixing dinner for you and only to see you coming home drunk and late. It’s just like Hell!", she yelled.

Yes, the same old thing once again. I’ll have to make a confession to you right now. I have never been very good at situations that require a good ability to stand pressure. Especially not with her.

"Well, warm up the fucking food then and stop that bullshitting.", I said logically, but obviously she didn’t get my point.

"Oh yeah. Is that how you think ?", She ran into the kitchen and went on with the yelling.

"You may now get used to the idea that I won’t work here as your servant for the rest of my life !"

She grabbed something which looked a bit like a meatloaf and threw it towards me. It hit straight to the shoulder part of my new and expensive business-suit.

"Here you are !", she screamed

I think that you can imagine how I felt. I didn’t want to hear that shit anymore. No man has to take that kind of behaviour from his wife. Never. Automatically my hand balled into a fist and in a second I was beside her. I punched her straight in the face.

"Guess who is bringing the money into this house, Goddamnit, woman ? I am !", I said and punched her face again. The blow was so powerful that she lost her balance and fell on the kitchen table. I went on.

"Who’s the one that is spending eight fuckinґ hours every fuckinґ day at the office and because of that is getting bored to death ? Listen carefully now, whore. That’s me ! And the only rewards I get from you are complaints and food that makes me wanna throw up."

I got furious and was almost out of control. When the bitch tried to get up I threw my fist towards her stomach. She fell down to the floor and started sobbing.

I know my wife well. This wasn’t the first time I’d beat her. It’s simply the only effective way to keep the womenfolk in line. And at least my old woman realizes her place when it is shown to her properly. The woman laid on the floor. She cried and covered her face with her arms. I stooped down to her.

"You shouldn’t get too funny with me, bitch. That’s not very wise, because if you do, I will kill you some day. Thatґs for sure. And I’ll do the same to that bastard daughter of yours too. You should be just glad that I can stand you in my eyes year after year. I could put you out to the streets anytime I want to. But you know that Iґm a good man and I won’t. Fucking fat and ugly whore, thatґs what you are.", I said, almost whispering into her ear.

She cried even harder now and our daughter came to the door, looking scared. I had to get out to straighten my thoughts. I started walking towards the door.

"And I suppose that you are aware whatґs gonna happen if you decide to call the police:" With these final words I got out and slammed the door shut behind me.

I knew that she wouldnґt report me. We have an eight years old daughter, who was supposed to bring joy to our old age. Or to save our marriage, as my wife sees it. Personally I didn’t really want to have a third child to our family, but that stubborn wife of mine didn’t have the abortion although I told her so. I have never been even sure whoґs the real father of that brat, but it doesnґt matter much to me anymore. Iґve started to think that itґs quite useful to have a young girl in the house. Iґve made clear that if I my wife freaks out and calls the police, I’ll be happy to punish our daughter for it. Sometimes I even hope for it to happen. I could really use a piece of tight and young pussy. That would indeed add a fine joy to my old age. But of course that bitch doesnґt have the guts to call the police. Sheґs too afraid to do anything except submitting. But after all sheґs just a woman so what else could be expected ? You tell me, gentlemen ?

But I really donґt like getting furious. Itґs no good for either one of us. Iґm so filled with adrenaline that I can’t get the fun out of beating my wife. The next one is not an easy confession to make, but I think that you will understand me: Sometimes I get violent and beat my wife just in order to get excited. I like the feeling of power that I get in those situations. I can do it very calmly and with very high intensity level. And on the other hand, what choice do I have ? That bitch hasnґt slept with me voluntarily for years now, so I just have to rape her if I want to get laid sometimes. Anyone would do it, so whoґll be the one to say that Iґm on the wrong tracks ? Sheґs my wedded wife, and itґs her matrimonial duty to sleep with me. Iґm just taking whatґs mine.

This kind of thoughts wandered through my mind as I was walking to the pub that night. It was a bright and cool night. There were no clouds in the sky and an almost full moon lighted up my way. We are living in a house next to a small lake, which is surrounded by a big park and I had to walk through it. At that time of the day the park is usually empty of people. Everyoneґs afraid of robbers and drunkards, even the robbers and drukards themselves so I was quite surprised when I heard some voices.

I heard the sound of running and a woman screaming. Then again just silence. I got curious and headed for the noise. Then again I heard some kind of muffled screams coming from behind the bushes. As quietly as possible I sneaked around the bush and then I saw what was going on. A man of my age or a bit older had forced an young, about 16-18 years old girl into a fall, as we sportsmen say, and at the very moment I saw them, the man backhanded the girlґs face and got a knife out of his pocket.

It seemed to me that the girl was quite heavily drunk. She was dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket which was filled with all kinds of weird chains and stuff. A sort of punk-rocker or a drug addict, you know, whatever. The man was dressed in a grey business-suit and a tie, just like me. For a moment I didn’t know what to do and I just stood there, very surprised, of course. I thought how I should react, should I go and help the girl or what.

But for some reason my cock had already stopped thinking and started to stiffen in my pants so I decided to hide myself and watch how the situation would progress. The man was most obviously going to rape that girl and I was offered a brilliant possibility to watch the show without the fear of getting caught. After all I didn’t care a shit about the girl. That would have been only a complete waste of time. It was all her own fault. Iґm sure that no-one tells a young girl like her to come to the park in the late evening and in that condition she was.

The girl has started crying and she pleaded the man not to hurt her. The situation was really exciting and I began to stroke my cock gently through the thin fabric of my trousers. The man took his knife to girlґs throat and told her to be quiet or he would kill her right away. The girl was terrified and the only sound she made after that was a steady stream of quiet sobs and crying. The unknown rapist didn’t seem to care about that of course. A crying female all over your cock is not a very unpleasant experience, I know.

I was so excited that I was shaking all over as I watched how the man used his knife to rip the girlґs clothes. He didn’t undress himself, he simply got his cock out of his pants and fell on the girl laying on the ground. Then he started to fuck her pussy with a great fury and very fast. It seemed to me that he was in a big hurry, which of course could have been the case. The old man grunted and snarled in his lust as he pounded his cock into the girl. Every single thrust was so intense and energic that he could as well have been a virile teenaged boy getting laid for the first time in his life. The girl was clearly in great pain and her sobs became louder all the time. Immediately the man hit her in her face with his fist and told her to shut up. And then, once again the only sounds heard were the girlґs quiet but hysterical sobbing and the manґs panting and grunting.

It didn’t take long. After just a couple of minutes he let out a long roar and fell on the slender girl with all his weight. That was bad luck for me. I had just gotten my cock out of my pants and it was standing so hard that it hurt. I would have preferred a much longer show. The man didn’t say a thing. He just put his cock back in his pants and started walking away in a hurry. The girl stayed still but conscious on the ground, crying. I heard her mumbling the words "please mommy help me" over and over again. Can you believe that ?

In that situation I would recommend calling the police and in a clear and loud voice But what can you do if you donґt have the brain. And of course it is a well known fact that women just do have smaller brains than men.

I stayed still in my hiding place, and yes, I was a bit confused. I wanted to have that young pussy but I had never raped anyone, if we won’t get my wife into the account. And I suggest that we won’t. Itґs nothing compared to the raping of a clearly underaged girl in a park. But I was very tempted to do so. The guy had shot his load in, so the lubricant was ready and the girl might have got even pregnant to her rapist. That was the most exciting thing in my mind so far.

"Fucking cunt whore slut, good ride, huh ?", I said quietly and stroked my cock without having the courage for the attack.

Then the girl got up. She wiped her eyes and tried to fix her ruined clothes hopelessly. She looked around with a frightened look in her eyes, her make up was all over her face and there was even some blood flowing out from the corner of her mouth. A perfect slut.

Slowly she started walking towards the bush I was hiding in and when she passed me I just couldnґt stand it anymore. I jumped up and started to strangle her throat from behind.

"Whatґs the hurry, little whore ? I am not your mommy, but I think I can help.", I barked and without giving her a chance to answer I went on:

"I just watched as you had great fun with your man and I thought that maybe he doesnґt mind if also I will have a nice piece of your cake, huh ?"

I grabbed her head back. Then I forced my tongue in her mouth, started making some lewd fucking gestures with it and licking her face. The girl was in panic. She looked quite funny as she tried to beat me with her hands, which of course had no effect. But she made too much noise.

"Get away from me, leave me alone, let me go…", she screamed hysterically.

That didn’t do. The last thing I wanted was to get some audience. I had to hit the girlґs jaw a couple of times very hard with my fist. That did it, she didn’t scream anymore. And I didn’t care if I happened to hurt her. That was just what I like the best. As a matter of fact it was so entertaining that I went on beating her just for fun for some time. I was beating her face, I was beating her stomach and tits and her pussy. I was beating her all over. I was beating and laughing. My cock stood out of my pants, manly, like a soldier waiting for commands and I was enjoying myself. It just came to my mind then that if I have the strength, I’ll also have the power. And a big and a strong man like me surely has enough power to subdue a piece of worthless pussy just like that.

When the slut was down on her knees, I kicked her ass and gave an order:

"And now, whore, you will crawl back to the place where you just got fucked, because you will get fucked again and this time by a real man."

Without a word she satrted to crawl. Her face was covered with blood and there were big bruises all around her tits. It looked so nice that I had to gently fondle myself at the same time as walked behind her and kicked her ass from time to time. Who the hell has given these women the right to think that they are better than men ? If you take their so called beauty away from them, they donґt have anything. And after that they are nothing. Or nothing else but a good fuckmeat for decent men like us to satisfy our needs. Thatґs the way it should be. I really hope that everyone would realize that.

When we reached our "bedroom" I kicked the slutґs pussy and she fell down on her stomach. Then I stepped on her back and while standing there, I said:

"What’s the matter, whore ? Move your ass. Turn around, lay on your back and spread your legs so you can get fucked. How do you think that I’m going to fuck your twat if you’re just laying there like a fucking dead fish ?"

She tried to turn around, but of course she couldn’t because I was standing on her. Because of my work at the office, my wife’s shifted and the gallons of beer I drink, I won’t be able to take part in the mar. Slim-contest. This is not by any means to say that I think that I’m fat. But I do have enough money to buy food for myself and for my family so the standard of living that I can afford is just very well readable in my body.

Just like the man before, I suddenly fell on top of her and my weight forced the air out of her. I turned her around and started fucking as brutally as I could. My cock sided into her pussy without any problems, thanks to this unknown man who had left his semen inside the girl, just like he had been aware that I was waiting in the line. Very friendly of him. With every thrust the slut let out a moan, filled with pain. It was like a counterpart of my pleasure which I felt growing stronger and stronger with every thrust at the same time as I drooled and spat on her face.

"Do you realize that you really deserve every bit of your faith ?", I grunted in her ear. "The young and undisciplined brats, like you must be straightened up, Goddamnit. Was it your mother that let you go to the park in the middle of the night, huh ? What ? Itґs all your own fault. Can you feel my big cock in your cunt, bitch ? Can you feel it, what ? It’s going to tear your little cunt apart. That’s just what it’s gonna do. After me there won’t be nothing left of that slit of yours. Well, the previous guy just knocked you up and giving birth will be much easier now without a cunt. Or shall we have an abortion right away ? Just say because it’ll be no problem for me."

The tears streamed down from her eyes and she tried to turn her head away. All she could say was a constant repeating of the word "no". A couple of times she even managed to produce as difficult sentences as "please don’t". I suppose she was in some state of shock or something. I didn’t know, and to be honest, didn’t care. I grabbed her hair and forced her to look into my eyes. Then I got up so that my slimy cock stood over her frightened face.

"Look at a man’s cock for once now, whore. Here you’ve got all the equality you’ll ever need." , I said and beat her face with my tool.

"Okay, slut, now I’m gonna come on your face", with this I stroked my cock a couple of times and got myself over the edge.

"Oh yeah you fucking cunt, take it all, whore. That’s what you were made for."

I shot my jism straight on her face and her eyes were covered with my cum. Before the last spurts I thrust my cock into her mouth and just when she started to gag I shot the rest of my load. Some of my sperm found its way into her windpipe and that made her also cough but I didn’t care. I just tried to force myself even further down her throat. Her coughing and gagging felt like heaven on my cock. Then I got an idea and pinched her nostrils shut with my fingers. After that she couldn’t breathe at all. Her eyes were filled with semen, tears and panic and I’m sure she thought she was going to die. I smiled and let her live with those thoughts for some ongoing moments.

But then, like so many times before, I got filled with disgust. I had orgasmed and the magic was gone. I realized that she had a possibility to bite me so I took my softening member quickly out of her mouth. I hated that whore and started to beat her again. I heard how some of her teeth crushed as my powerful fist crashed her face.

"Fucking cunt, you are up to no good. You’re not even a proper fuck. Well, from now on you can’t try to bite the cocks of good men. I’ve got a wife and she needs my manhood every day", I yelled.

I got out of control that much that I forgot I had to be very careful. Fortunately no-one seemed to hear. Or then they just didn’t care. The girl tried to get up and wriggle away from the painful beating but every time she got on her feet, I was ready and kicked her down. I felt like a cat playing with its prey. I jumped on her and gave her a couple of hard blows. I tore off big tufts of her hair. She had pierced her nose and ears so I pulled the rings until they came off, and threw them away. It felt good and I almost got myself another erection. At this point the girl had, however, begun to cry so loud, that I decided to leave her alone before someone would come and see me. I kicked her in the head a couple of times so that she lost consciousness. Then I went through her pockets and found her keys, some cigarettes and her purse. I stole everything she had and got away to the bar. I was satisfied.

The bar was full of people. Most of my friends were still sitting there and everything should have been o.k. But somehow I just couldn’t clear my mind of all the things that had just happened. I was even starting to feel a bit scared. What if I got caught ? I didn’t regret a thing but I was worried. Even if my life isn’t actually filled with happiness, there’s no sense to make it even worse. On the other hand, who could suspect me ?

Well, now I’m here telling all this to you and almost two weeks have passed since I did the girl. Newspapers and the local TV had reported the violent rape of a young girl but no-one seems to pay any attention to me. The drunken girl hadn’t been able to give accurate marks of identification of her molesters and anyway I don’t think that she is in a very good mental state after everything that’s happened to her. She may be ashamed of herself and if you ask me, she really should.

I suppose that they have gotten her in some nuthouse to bullshit about her state of mind. That’s what they always do. The police has said that they don’t have anyone to bring under suspicion so far. Good old law enforcement bureaucracy ! Fortunately the police force still is mostly male, and of course men are usually on the side of their own kind. The police really has much more important things to do than babysitting. And now I have started to feel quite relaxed and don’t worry about this anymore.

But that night I didn’t feel that way. I had no idea of how the things would proceed. I didn’t go and sit with my friends as I usually do. I stayed alone, drank beer and thought. Everybody thought that I had once again had a fight with my wife and left me alone. But then I suddenly saw that very same, unknown man that had been having fun in the park before me. And in that situation it was quite clear that I had to change a couple of words with the buddy. Maybe he could give me some advice.

I waited until he went to the men room and then followed him. Luckily there were no other men having a leak at that moment. There were just the two of us. I stood beside him and started talking in a quiet voice.

"I saw what you did to that girl in the park.", I said. He immediately startled and looked at me, obviously being certain that now he had got caught, so I went on:

"That’s does nothing at all. You did a great job. I just thought you might want to know that I am fully on your side and as a matter of fact I also did the bitch right after you left. Thanks a lot for the lubrication, otherwise it could have been a bit painful." The unknown man was dumbfounded, with amazement I think. I can understand that very well. We were both quiet and finished our leaks. Then he talked to me.

"Well, that’s fine then, but do you mean that, that you…how should I say…", I knew what he was going to say so I interrupted him.

"You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell the police and I suppose that you won’t either."

"No, no, of course not. Hell, of course you can trust me", he answered. We washed and shook our hands.

"Well yes, this is how it goes, but I left the bitch in quite bad condition so there will probably be some hullabaloo around her next week. Do you have any earlier convictions or anything ?, I asked.

"I’ve done these things before, yes, but I thanks to God I have never been caught. You know the thing. It isn’t always so easy when you want to get laid but the bitches just keep refusing.", he said.

"I understand you perfectly. This was a first time to me so I don’t think that anyone will give us trouble. And after all, the whore only deserved it."

"That’s true", he said as we got out of the men room.

A deep understanding grew between us. I felt relieved now that I had had a chance to talk to someone. At least I wasn’t in this alone. We sat at the same table and went through our experiences. The batch’s purse got some money in it, so we drank it away and both of us agreed that the money was spent for a very good purpose. We had some quite good laughs remembering the horrified expressions of our slut. I can’t even remember when was the last time I had gotten away from the bar in such a good mood.

The unknown man, who wasn’t really unknown anymore, he had introduced himself and his name was Heinz Brunner, said he’d like to go back and see if the girl was still there. I didn’t like the idea very much, but Heinz said that he was afraid that I might have killed her, and if that was the case we should get rid of her body. I agreed to that. We had to be very careful. There was always the danger that someone had called the police, but our fears were groundless. There was no-one at the place, except the girl. She was in the position I had left her, but breathing anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about that. Probably she had just passed out. Heinz thought about fucking her once more but then he saw the condition I had left the girl in and lost his interest.

Anyway, we were quite drunk at the moment and the beers we had bought with the girl’s money were anxious to get out of our bodies. So we decided to have some more fun and relieved ourselves on the unconscious girl. Heinz had particular fun by aiming his stream of urine straight to her eyes. We both laughed and made jokes about that how her eyes would turn to look like a couple of tomatoes in sockets beaten black and blue. Unfortunately she didn’t have any money to buy make-up that would cover up the mess.

There was nothing more to do. She was no fun anymore and we started walking away.

"Heinz, you are a good guy. What would you think if we went to my place ? My house is not far from here and I have a bottle of brandy waiting for us there ?"

"I could use a good drink. But what about your wife ?

"Yes, she’s there all right, but I don’t think that it’s a problem for two strong men like us to calm down a pathetic woman."

"Oh, do you really think so ?"

We had a good laugh for that. Then we lighted cigarettes for both of us and started walking back to my place to meet my family.