Rape Stories.

Brutal rape story by Looney

Susan was in her mid-20s, and had long dark blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She had an angular face with relatively high cheekbones that gave her a look of sophistication which she didn’t hestitate to cultivate under the appropriate circumstances. She also had a very striking mole over the left corner of her upper lip, which gave her something of the appearance of a fashion model although she was only about 5′6″ and had an appealing but by no means overwhelming figure. In fact, although there was no denying that Susan was pretty, it wasn’t so much her physical attributes that attracted males as the way she carried herself. You see, Susan was the very definition of a bitch, a cock tease of the highest order, and had the ability to make any guy drool over her when she wanted, as much as she wanted. However, she didn’t do this all the time–Susan was a master of manipulation and would save her best acting for younger guys, usually still in high school. Susan was no virgin, in fact she fucked more than her share of older, financially successful men who were more than happy to spend their money on her in exchange for a taste of her pussy, but nothing got her off like playing around with the kids. She was so self-absorbed she even kept a diary of her “performances”, to amuse herself when she got bored. Certainly, Susan’s outer beauty was more than matched by the ugliness of her soul. Once upon a time, Susan worked her evil magic on a 17 year old guy named Terry. They met at a coffee place where Terry worked part time. Susan’s decision to begin a performance was usually spur of the moment, and she was so practiced at deception she could go into a routine at the drop of a hat. For Terry, she went with one of her favorites, the helpless woman with too much to carry. Terry happily carried her bags to her car while Susan drank her latte. Susan then followed her usual pattern: she made it a point to drop by the coffee place unannounced, always acting sweet and innocent, always dressing provocatively, and always making Terry feel like he was the most special thing in the world. Terry finally worked up the nerve to ask Susan out, and was ecstatic when she accepted. Of course, Susan had no intention of going out with this guy. Instead, she waited until the last minute and then cancelled. Terry was hurt but undaunted. He asked her out again, and again she accepted. This time Susan stood Terry up. The third time, Susan came to the coffee place earlier in the day, dressed in an incredibly revealing black sleeveless mini dress and black patent leather high heel pumps. Susan told Terry that she just couldn’t see him, and that she hoped he would understand. She played the perfect innocent angel until Terry got desperate and begged. Susan’s face changed, she gave a haughty chuckle, and she told Terry, “live with it, kid” and walked away. Terry was devastated. Susan was immensely pleased. Naturally, Susan stopped coming to the coffee place after that, and after logging the affair in her diary, forgot about Terry and went after fresh blood. A few weeks later, after the weather had gotten colder, Susan was ready to finish off another performance with another unsuspecting guy. As always, she had chosen her clothes carefully for the occasion. This time, Susan had decided to wear her favorite top: a tight, bright red, rib-knit turtleneck sweater. Susan loved wearing turtlenecks, and she especially loved turtlenecks with high collars. This red turtleneck was her favorite because its collar, even when completely and tightly folded over her neck, was still long enough to touch her chin, and as a bonus, the sleeves were long enough to cover half her hands. To go with the turtleneck, Susan wore a black knee-length skirt with a slit up both sides, which showed just enough to make a guy crazy, but nothing more. Although it was cold, Susan went bare-legged, and wore her black patent leather high heeled strappy sandals with closed heel and open toe. The open toe sandals allowed Susan to show off both her gold rings, which she wore on the second toe of each foot, as well as her toenails, which she painted bright red to match her turtleneck. Susan also wore gold rings on the middle finger of each hand, and completed her preparations by carefully making up her face to highlight both her cheekbones and her mole. When she was done, Susan admired herself in her full length mirror. This was a ritual she never grew tired of repeating. Susan then went and broke another heart, laughing evilly to herself as she walked back to her car. What Susan didn’t know was that Terry had seen her, and with icy resolve had decided to follow her. When Susan got back to her apartment complex, she was distracted by a noise down the street, and carelessly failed to make sure the security door was closed. Less than a minute after entering her apartment, after pulling her diary out of its hiding place, she heard a knock on her door. She opened it, and there stood Terry. Susan was surprised just long enough for Terry to push his way into her apartment, knocking her over. Susan fell backwards, hitting her head on the hardwood floor, which stunned her. Terry wasted no time ripping open the semi-conscious Susan’s skirt and yanking down her black panties. Terry proceeded to viciously fist-fuck Susan in her vagina, then turned her over and shoved his cock up her ass. After he’d had his fill, he turned Susan over again on her back. Susan’s sandal-clad feet twitched meekly, making a soft tapping noise on the floor. Her sexy mole quivered over her lip. Her brown eyes stared up at Terry unblinking. Terry stood up to get a good look at the cunt who had hurt him so badly, who would now never hurt anyone again. Susan’s skirt was ruined, torn by Terry’s assault and stained by blood from her anus and vagina. Her high heel sandals were still on her feet, and Susan’s red turtleneck sweater still completely covered her torso. Susan liked wearing turtleneck sweaters because they were perfect for cock teasing, tight enough to incite a boy’s lust, but revealing nothing of what was underneath. Appropriately, Terry knelt down and grabbed Susan by her neck, his hands full of her red turtleneck collar, and squeezed…and squeezed…until Susan’s eyes started to bulge. At that point, Terry slammed Susan’s head against the floor several times, then took one hand and punched Susan full in the face, shattering her nose. Terry then got up and looked around Susan’s place and found the diary and what she had written about him and so many others. He left it open next to her body, walked down the street, and right into oncoming traffic… Susan was found several hours later by one of her rich boyfriends. Susan was laying face up on the floor, hair and face covered in blood, still wearing her favorite red turtleneck sweater, her ruined black skirt, and her black sandals. Susan had not only suffered serious trauma to her head, face, neck, and pelvis, she also had severe brain injury, which left her little more than a vegetable. Yet despite her many boyfriends, not one of them did a thing to help her, as the diary became common knowledge among them and her selfish, sick ways exposed for all to see.

Susan had truly gotten what she deserved.