Rape Stories.

Rape Story by James Anderton

Part 1: Release

The large steel door clanged shut with a bang that could be heard in the next street. As the sunlight speared from a clear blue sky into his eyes, the old man raised a hand to provide shade. Across the street, a long, sleek limousine gleamed blackly against the brick wall. The rear door opened, and a tall, elegant man, fortyish, and dressed in a smart dark blue suit climbed languidly out of the back. Hi Dad he shouted, running at a canter across the street to take his fathers arm. Welcome back to the world.

“Twenty years inside for a crime you didn’t commit is too long Dad! We thought you might like a short break before you go home, so we have fixed up a little holiday on our boat first. Now that Mums gone, we thought you might also appreciate a little company”.

“What I really want is to know that the bastard who framed me has got his just desserts,” muttered the old man, almost to himself. ” There’s nothing left to live for now, son. You and your Brother are grown up, your Mother and Sister are dead, and I’ve thought of nothing but revenge for the last twenty years. You have to help me pay him back, son, you must help!”

“Don’t worry Dad, we haven’t been idle whilst you have been a way, - All in good time. First, a week on the boat should set you up for what Dan and I have in mind. I don’t think you will be disappointed.”

Guiding the old man gently by the arm, Paul Hegarty opened the rear door and helped him into the back seat. A young girl, no more than 19 years old, sat quietly on the seat facing him, a nervous smile playing gently on her lips. Climbing into the passenger seat beside his brother, Paul gave him a quiet grin and closed the blind between the seats.

In the back, the old man fell back into the seat and sighed in sheer relief. He found it hard to imagine that at last he was free to pursue his tormentor, Detective Sergeant Dave Willis. For twenty years he had harboured a burning hatred for the man who had not only planted the evidence that had convicted him of a particularly nasty robbery, but had actually carried out the crime himself, killing an innocent bystander in the process. As he wondered to himself where to start, he felt hands flutter across the front of his trousers, and opened his eyes to see the young girl, crouched on the floor of the vehicle between his legs, loosening his belt.

“What’s your name girl?” he demanded.

“Becky, sir” she squeaked, taken by surprise by his gruff manner. “Well you had better be good!, or I’ll put that belt to better use than holding up my trousers!”

“Yes sir” she murmured and swiftly drew down his zip. She expected a wizened object to appear, but was surprised again by the vigorous way his sizeable tool leapt out of his trousers and filled her hand. She dipped forward, and gently ran the tip of her tongue around the purple head of his dick. A small drop of precum gave her a taste of what was to come, as she slowly opened her mouth wider to take the tip inside. She felt him tighten as he raised his hips, pushing himself deeper into her throat. Swiftly she sucked him inside, opening her throat as far as she could, and began to slide her lips up and down his shaft. Twenty years of abstinence had obviously taken it’s toll. In no time at all, she felt him stiffen, and his orgasm squirted a stream of hot, watery liquid into her mouth. As he came, she spied the belt, and remembering his earlier words, decided that swallowing would be the best course of action. He sighed as she licked him clean, and when she looked up she saw him staring down at her with a curious, almost sympathetic smile on his face.

Almost immediately, the car drew to a halt. The tall man who had recruited her appeared at the door, wordlessly dragged her onto the sidewalk, and threw a handful of bills onto her prostrate body. He jumped in the back, and the car pulled gently away as she pulled herself together and set off to walk to the houses she could see in the distance.

Inside the car, Paul gave his Dad a big grin. “Now!” he announced “Let me tell what plans Dan and I have made for our friend Sergeant Willis……………..

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Part 2: Janey

“GO ON - I ONLY WANT ONE!” The girl in the silver mini- dress shouted above the booming bass of the dance music. At only 5ft tall, she was having trouble keeping the attention of her friend, a statuesque coffee coloured beauty who towered over her by a foot.

“I DON’T HAVE ANY, I’VE TOLD YOU ALREADY” she shouted back. “WHY DON’T YOU TRY STEVE?”

Janey knew this was going to happen eventually. For months now she had been relying on Sonja to keep her supplied with the ecstasy tablet she had come to depend on during her long nights of clubbing. At just turned 18, she had been introduced to the habit by Sonja, an older girl she had bumped into whilst queuing outside the club one night. They had both turned up on their own, and despite the physical disparity in their appearance had struck up an immediate rapport. Janey loved the bright lights, loud music, and the atmosphere of sexual tension which, despite the fact of her virginity, never ceased to excite her. Boys seemed to find her Pixie-like features and small tight body attractive enough to keep a constant stream of admirers vying for her attention. Sonja, on the other hand, was predatory. She oozed confidence, and rarely would a male in her sights escape without paying her full attention for as long as she wanted.

“I DON’T WANT TO”. “I DON’T TRUST HIM!”

“O.K, FOLLOW ME”

She pushed her way through the crowd, following Janey as the crowd parted around her. Squeezing through the part-opened door, she found herself in a corridor leading to the offices above. Sonja turned to face her. “Look, E’s not what you want. Try this,” she said in a hushed voice, “and don’t tell anyone about it! Understand?” Janey looked down at the small plastic sachet Sonja had thrust in her hand.

“What is it? Coke?”

“What do you think?” Muttered the dark girl, “Do you know how to use it?”

“Show me” said Janey, warming to the excitement of it all.

Sonja took the packet, sprinkled the white crystals on the back of Janey’s hand, and helped her through her first sniff. The feel of the stuff as the first rush hit her brain made Janey slump against the wall.

“Jeez!” “I never guessed!” she muttered. “Lets get back to the dance before it wears off!”

Sonja eased Janey back through the door, glancing slyly at the small video camera mounted high in the wall as she did so. Upstairs, Steve Washington, Hood, Coke dealer, Owner of “Wonderland” the club, and general all-round Bastard, picked up the phone on his desk. “Get me Paul Hegarty”, he barked.

“Boss?”, “Steve!” Thought you’d want to know, Sonja delivered. Phase 1 is complete”. He soaked up the congratulations, without ever taking his eyes off the TV monitor and little Janey Jeavons. Boy was he going to enjoy this.

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Part 3: The Plan

Billy Hegarty picked up the plastic folder from the coffee table. He scan read the several documents inside before looking up at his eldest son beside him.

“Let me summarise”, he said. “Dave Willis is now 63, retired, and untouchable. Is that correct?”

“Not quite Dad, we just think that killing an old man like that is probably too easy on him”.

“I don’t care, I just want him dead. That bastard framed me, killed my wife from worry, and caused Sally to kill herself from the shame of it all. He deserves all he has coming and more!”

“That’s why we feel killing him is too simple. We should make the bastard suffer like we have had to. Attack him through his family, damage the things closest to his heart, wreck his reputation, In short, make him WISH he was dead.

Billy sat back in his chair, and an evil smirk slowly crossed his face as the full impact of his boys plan dawned on him. He picked up the folder and began to read the details with a new intensity. When he finished, he grabbed the towel beside him and strolled purposefully up on deck. Leaning against the rail, he wagged a finger at the girl sitting on her own, reading beside the pool. He couldn’t remember her name, but what the hell did that matter. The boys had organised his holiday, and he had no idea how they managed to find such beautiful women to wait on him hand and foot.

The girl stood up and moved across beside him. Without saying a word, he signalled for her to turn around, face the sea, and bend over the rail. She smiled and soundlessly did so. His hand slid down her back, inside her bikini bottom, and cradled a warm buttock, marked by the cane seat she had been sitting on, but smooth as silk to the touch. The girl moved her feet back, making herself lean lower in the process, and at the same time obeyed his unspoken command to separate her legs and make his access easier. His dick strained in his shorts as his hand glided between her legs and began to rub gently up and down her crack. To his surprise, one touch on her clitoris created a gush of fluid which flowed over his hand and eased his penetration of her cunt. He could wait no longer.

Dropping his shorts, he slid the bikini down her legs until it was trapped just above her knees. Then, with a single thrust he slid the full length of his dong straight up the girls tube. After the short episode with the girl in the car, he had rediscovered his libido, and this, coupled with the pent-up rage he was feeling about Willis, enabled him to plough up and down the girls cunt for as long as he wanted. She was taken completely by surprise by the fury with which she was being fucked. Any complacency she might have felt at the prospect of looking after an old man was washed away as he forced first one, then a second orgasm from her increasingly limp body. His cry of pain as he finally ejaculated served merely to heighten her sense of fulfilment as he spurted long and hard into her willing body.

Across the pool, Dan and Paul shared a private joke as they watched the old man rediscover his purpose in life. It had been Bills energy that had built the family fortune, and it had been the unscrupulous determination of the brothers that had grown it, and extended their influence into almost every aspect of the Country’s life. Now they all knew. This was payback time.

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Part 4: Politics

“…….It is with the greatest regret therefore, that I have decided to announce my resignation from both the Government, and my seat in Parliament”

Henry Jeavons switched the television off. He was having real trouble keeping to himself the sense of triumph he was feeling. It had been clear for a few weeks now that his local MP was in trouble. Ever since the financial scandal broke, Henry had been quietly, but effectively lobbying for the candidature of his party in probably the safest seat in the country. Tonight’s meeting would probably confirm that all his work had not been in vain. All the top people in the local party, together with a number of important industrialists and National politicians would be attending the fund raising event that his beautiful wife had organised with her usual panache. He was late, so he had better get a move on.

Henry’s car pulled up at the front door of the Grand Hotel. As he stepped out he was immediately greeted by his agent Hugh Withenham.

“Come on, dear boy, they are all waiting for you!, Haven’t you heard the news?” Hugh led Henry rapidly through the noisy throng of people to the committee room, where the real business of the evening would be dealt with. As they burst in, Henry could see that a lively discussion was already under way, and that he was the subject of it.

As his presence was recognised, the babble died away, and Charles Stokesley, Constituency Party Chairman rose to speak.

“Welcome Henry,” he intoned in his usual pompous tone. “You are aware, I’m sure, that the seat has just become vacant, and that tonight we are meeting to determine a successor. The committee members you already know, our guest, Sir Gerald Knebworthy has been sent from head office to see fair play. We have, at this moment, only one nomination. That’s you, so we would be grateful if you could make your case”. With that, he sat down and looked expectantly at Henry.

For almost an hour, Henry held court over them, starting with an impromptu speech (which he had prepared and memorised days before) and then deftly handling any question they could throw at him. He had them in the palm of his hand by the time he sat down.

“Gentlemen”. Stokesley was on his feet again. “I think you will agree with me that tonight we have heard the strongest possible case, and I therefore propose that we adopt Henry, post haste, as the prospective candidate for this seat.

Murmurs of approval sounded round the table, hands began to be raised, cries of “seconded” were uttered and Henry began to beam with delight.

“Ahem Gentlemen”.

The booming voice of Sir Gerald Knebworthy broke through the burble.

“As you know, for an important seat like this one, it is incumbent upon us to find the best possible candidate, and to that end we normally select them from the national, vetted, list. I cannot therefore simply endorse such a candidate as Henry, however good he might be.”

“What does that mean”? demanded Stokesley.

“It means that I have to consult, become familiar with the local circumstances, and make my final recommendation to the Party Hierarchy in due course. If I am not satisfied, another candidate, from the approved list, must be chosen.”

“So the future of Henry and our constituency is entirely in your hands?”

“In a word, Yes! I will give you my response next week. In the meantime, I suggest we all enjoy what is left of the evening”. He raised himself from his chair, and lurched off towards the door. All conversation stopped, and the members filed out into the hall.

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Part 5: The joys of retirement

Dave Willis reached for the remote control, and turned down the sound. On the monitor, his maid, Celeste, slowly eased her stockings off her slim, brown legs. Buying this old house had been the ideal move for his retirement, he mused quietly to himself. As Chief Inspector, he had gained an inside track when the time came to retire. Membership of the golf club, Life membership of the two major business charities, and continuation of his Masonic activities had ensured a constant stream of cash that he spent often, but cautiously on his comfortable life style.

His only concession to extravagance was the video system. Since his wife died of a stroke, access to pornography had been a major relief, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more immediate thrills, and it had not taken long for him to persuade a dependent ex-con that it was in his best interest to wire up the house with the most sophisticated surveillance video system available. When the installer fell foul of the local road conditions and plunged his car into the local quarry, only Dave Willis knew of it’s existence.

Now, he was reaping the benefit as he watched the beautiful Fillipina slip off her new maid’s uniform. His dick stood to attention with expectation, and he was not to be disappointed. The girls panties were next, and to his amazement, she began to stroke herself absent-mindedly as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her finger slid gently across her slit, and a look of studious calm came over her face.

Upstairs in his den, Willis pumped at his dick. “Maybe this one will do more than the cleaning, he thought as he spurted onto the carpet.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he wiped quickly at the stain, threw the tissue in the waste bin, and settled back to open his mail. He reached for it, threw away the several envelopes of Junk mail, put aside one he didn’t recognise, and opened the one letter he treasured. His only daughter kept in touch. Every week his beloved Joanna sent him a letter outlining her latest activities, the progress of her ambitious husband, and the success of his lovely granddaughter Janey. Putting it aside he took the other envelope from the desk. A small plain brown envelope, there appeared to be nothing in it. The Post Office stamp was smudged, giving no indication of its origins so he tore it swiftly in two. As he did so, a small slip of paper fluttered to the floor. Picking it up, he found it to be a small press cutting. LOCAL BANK ROBBER RELEASED. Beneath the headline, in fine red pen, the simple signature “Mars” stood out. As he read it, a quizzical look took over his face. Who had sent it and why?

A knock on the door reminded him that the new maid was waiting outside.

“Come in!”

The door eased open, and the maid slid into the room.

“Hello, Celeste isn’t it?”

“Yes Sir”.

“Come in and tell me about yourself”

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Part 6: Janey

Janey was struggling. The last eight weeks had been amazing. Trouble was she was now catching it from several places. Her constant clubbing was beginning to take its toll. She was always tired, late night starts and not getting to bed before dawn was a bad recipe for Student success. Her only saviour had been the coke which kept her fuelled each night for the frantic pace of the club scene. She found it difficult to concentrate, and her work was suffering. Even more worrying, she was having to pay 20 pounds a hit to her friend Sonja just to keep her up for it, and she didn’t want Mum and Dad to know where her grant was going. “Still”, she thought, “one more night won’t be a problem”.

Dressed in her favourite little Black number (square neckline showing just enough cleavage, long enough to look elegant and not like a tart) she climbed out of her battered old car and headed for Wonderland. Unusually there was no sign of Sonja. Fifteen minutes of hanging about at the door did nothing to improve her humour, so she decided not to wait. The blast of Lights and Sound hit her and she dived into the crowd to find her usual mates.

“Two o’clock, and still no sign of Sonja” Janey mused to herself. The tap on her shoulder attracted her attention.

“Hi!” grinned Mark, Sonja’s sometime boyfriend and general all-round sleazeball. “I’ve a message from Sonja. She has had to fly off home to see her Mum. She’s sorry, but her mum is poorly, and her trip couldn’t wait”.

“Oh I’m so sorry for her”, shouted Janey sympathetically above the noise, but beneath the caring exterior, altogether different thoughts were going through her mind. She was beginning to wilt, and knew she needed a hit. Sonja had been her only supplier, so what on earth was she to do. She certainly wasn’t going to share her thoughts with this oily prat. She never could see what Sonja saw in him. What she also didn’t know was that upstairs, the only other source she knew was watching her increasing agitation with growing interest as he congratulated himself on the impending success of the plan.

Janey walked up to the doorman, a giant of a man dressed as always incongruously in a full dinner suit, with the ubiquitous ear piece keeping him in constant communication with his colleagues. Half an hour of discreet, and not so discreet enquiries had confirmed what Janey already knew. Steve Washington was “the man”. No-one else could, or would supply the powder on his patch.

“I’d like to see Steve please” she shouted up at the giant.

“Not Possible!” he boomed down at her.

“Please, just ask him”.

“He never sees anyone without an appointment”

“Then please ask him for one?”

The Giant moved his head towards the wall and muttered into his chest. Swivelling round he confirmed her worst fears. “Sorry he won’t see you.

“Tell him she’s with me!” came the voice over her shoulder. She swivelled round, following the doorman’s gaze to see Mark standing beside her.

“What are you doing here”, she whispered angrily above the din.

“I know what you want, and thought you might appreciate some help to get it”

“What can you do?” she sneered. Her distaste for this man was getting the better of her.

“Be nice to me, and you will see” Mark retorted.

As if by magic, the doorman stood to one side, held open the door, and ushered both of them through. At the top of a short staircase they were ushered through another, altogether more substantial door, by two even bigger doormen. Sitting behind a large oak desk, sat the object of her efforts: Steve Washington.

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Part 7: Conditions

Bye, darling, muttered Henry Jeavons, giving his wife a swift peck on the cheek. Hugh, Stokesley and I are meeting tonight over in Beckham to see what we can do to influence that old sod Knebworthy, so I won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up! So saying, he climbed into his Jag, and headed off into a hot, humid night.

Joanna Jeavons sat pensively on the arm of the sofa, and tried to get her head around this latest turn of events. She had married Hugh not because she was in love with him, although that had grown later. No! her interest in Hugh was primarily in the opportunity for social advancement he offered. Now, just when she thought he had an MPs title in the bag, this duffer Knebworthy turns up on the scene and threatens to de- rail the whole process. He must not be allowed to succeed.

Her reverie was disrupted by the urgent ringing of the doorbell. Smoothing down the front of her skirt, she moved across to the door and opened it. A large, grey haired man in his late 50s stood smiling before her.

“Good evening” he announced, “Hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this, but I was hoping to catch you and your husband at home, Gerald’s the name, Gerald Knebworthy.”

“I’m sorry, Sir Gerald, my husband has gone out for the evening on constituency business, so I’m afraid that won’t be possible”.

“Well, since you know who I am, and your husband has clearly explained my role, I guess I will have to catch up with him later. In the meantime, why don’t you invite me in, and we can get to know each other better.”

Feeling very unsure of herself, Joanna let him in, showed him to the couch in the front room, and poured them both a whisky. Knebworthy gazed appreciatively at her backside as she poured the drinks. If everything he had heard about her ambition were true, tonight would be a very interesting experience. His grin returned as she moved across the room, and sat in the armchair across from him, delicately crossing her ankles as she did so. “Ah well”, thought Gerald “might as well start as we mean to go on”.

Why don’t you come and sit over here, my dear, he suggested. “The first test of her willingness” he thought quietly to himself. He sighed inwardly with gratitude as she levered herself out of the chair and came around the coffee table to join him. Perching herself at the other end of the sofa, she cradled her whisky in both hands

Gerald glanced down at his watch. He had been here almost an hour, and was now thinking of making his move. A much relaxed Joanna sat beside him. Most of the conversation had been driven by her desire to impress, but now she was chatting much more informally. Two more healthy whiskies had helped. She was now sitting back on the sofa, one arm along the back pointing towards him, with one leg drawn up under her, the other pointing elegantly down at the floor. He moved gently towards her.

“I suppose you know why I was sent here?” he said.

The sudden return to business took Joanna by surprise, she had fought the battle, and in her mind won it. Why was he now asking such a question?. She was even more surprised when he leaned forward, fixed her with his gaze, and placed his hand firmly on her leg, just above her knee.

“Please, don’t do that!” She said, with perhaps a little more conviction than she felt. “I don’t like it!”

His response was to move his hand slowly up her leg. Swiftly she lowered her own hand, and trapped his on her thigh, just below her stocking tops. His gaze never wavered.

“Joanna”, he said softly. “We both know that I have the power to make your husbands career. I will not, however do it without your co-operation, and that is not the sort of co-operation I require. Now! Please remove your hand, put down your whisky, and put your arms along the top of the sofa.”

Joanna froze. She had no idea that things would take such a dangerous turn. For the first time in her life she didn’t know what to do. How could she stop him? Did she want to? Despite herself, the danger of the situation was having an unexpected effect on her, she could feel herself responding to his advances.

“Move your hand and do as I tell you”, Gerald insisted. “If you don’t I will leave now, and say goodbye if that is what you want. There will be no second chance, but you will not be bothered again”.

Tears welled up in Joanna’s eyes as the humiliation of the choice before her struck home. She seemed powerless to do anything. Her hands moved as if of their own accord, as she suddenly found herself sitting back on the sofa with her arms horizontal along the back. His fingers flexed, pushing her thighs apart, and allowing his hand access to the cool flesh above her stockings.

“That’s better!” he said, “Now, where were we?” His approach lost all pretence of subtlety and his fingers pushed her thighs apart, allowing him to rub a digit up and down her Panty-covered crotch. “Ah yes, I remember. We were discussing our new relationship. Co-operation, that’s the key. In future, you will do anything and everything that I deem necessary to advance the course of your Husbands career. You will never mention our relationship to him, but you will put yourself at my disposal 24hrs a day.

As he spoke, his fingers wormed into her knickers, and began to massage her clitoris. Her breathing became ragged, as her body responded to the gentle ministrations of his hand. She was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what he was saying.

“I will need help with his campaign, and you will fill the bill nicely. Salary and expenses will be enough to legitimacy the position in your husbands mind, and when you are called to London, a flat will be placed at your disposal. Is everything clear?”

“Huhh Huhh she grunted, as she began to lose control. Spears of sensation flushed through her body, her clit seemed to be on fire, her legs were now widely, and willingly splayed, and the orgasm, when it came rendered her speechless.

“My My, I have got a hot little slut haven’t I”. He stood up, loosened his trousers and gloated at her. “I suppose I had better give you the main course now”. His dick sprang from the confines of his true blue underpants and almost hit Joanna in the face. Without any further foreplay he pushed her, not so gently, back on to the sofa, spread her legs, and without further ado, plunged himself into her cunt, straight up to the hilt. He grimaced as her panties cut into the side of his erection. “Must remember to take your knickers off next time” he guffawed.

Joanna laid beneath his assault, confused by the mixed emotions and sensations ripping through her. She knew this was wrong, but the sex was better than anything Henry had ever been able to provide, and for the first time in over twenty years of married life she felt as though she was enjoying it.

As his breathing quickened, so did hers. As his orgasm built so did hers, and when he eventually came with a cry and a gushing of semen, her whole body went into spasm, her legs gripping him tightly around the waist, her cunt clenching and unclenching in a rhythmic pulsation she could not control.

Any illusions were shattered, however, by Gerald’s next action. Pulling off her, he lifted his dick, smelling as it did of her juices, thrust it against her lips and instructed her to “Clean me up, Bitch“

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Part 8: In too deep

Janey was in trouble, and she knew it. She stood, just inside the doorway to Steve Washington’s office, trying to control the icy shivers coursing through her body. She hoped he couldn’t tell she was desperate for a hit, but she also knew that both he, and that toad Mark were experts at spotting a user in trouble.

“Well, Mark, what have you brought me tonight”

Janey looked at the floor, feeling the sweat trickle down her cleavage, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her, as Steve marched over to her. Standing in front of her, he placed his finger under her chin, and raised her face until she made eye contact. His eyes bored into hers, and she found herself unable to look away.

“What do you want, little girl?”

“Nothing!, I’ve changed my mind”

“I don’t think so!” he asserted, and as he did so, he slid his finger down the smooth skin of her throat, across the neckline of her dress, and smoothly lowered one strap down her arm. Janey was in no doubt of his intentions.

“Leave me alone!, I only want a hit, I can pay”

“You sure can, honey”, Steve grinned, “but not with money”. His other hand now busied itself sliding the other strap over her shoulder, causing the dress to drop, revealing almost all of her small, but beautifully formed breasts.

She tried to grab her dress, but as she did so, Mark grabbed her hands and dragged them behind her. A quick tug from Steve left her dress nestling in a pool at her feet, and her standing in just her knickers and hold-up stockings.

“Nice” beamed Steve, getting into the swing of things.

“Leave me alone you bastards” screamed Janey, “I don’t want this. I’m a virgin“

Janey never saw the blow coming. Steve’s fist caught her just under the ribcage, forcing the breath from her body. Only Mark’s grip on her prevented her sliding to the floor. Without ceremony, Mark lifted her off her feet, and marched her over to the desk. Pushing her on her back, he grasped both her legs, and bent them back over her head until her toes touched the desk beside her ears. She tried to struggle, but her arms, pinioned beneath her legs were useless, and she could not even turn her head, trapped as it was between her ankles. Marks free hand grabbed her breast, kneading and twisting it, whilst without haste, Steve ran his finger up and down her exposed crack, pushing her panties aside, and inserting it roughly into her cunt. Janey let out a scream, as Steve hooked his fingers into the flimsy cloth, and pulled her knickers off in one movement.

“Please” whimpered Janey, “I just want to go home”

“Sure you do” laughed Mark behind her. She tilted her head back the small amount she could, and was horrified to find he was naked, his penis jutting out from his body pointing directly at her face. Before she could worry about Mark, an horrendous pain speared into her lower body. Steve had, in one thrust, pushed his enormous organ straight up her tube, rupturing her virgin membrane, and causing the most awful pain she had ever experienced. She was sure he had split her in two.

“Jesus” yelled Steve at Mark. ” you want to try this, she’s as tight as a clam”. Without any pretence at subtlety he began to piston in and out of her raw flesh. Janeys body ached in places she never knew she had as the thrusting of his massive tool continued to rasp against her dry cuntwall. The pain stopped. Steve withdrew, and Janey began to lower her legs, thankful it was over. Unfortunately for her, she was the only thing that was over. A quick flip, and she found herself face down on the desk, her sore breast cooled by the wooden surface. Relief was short lived. The trickle of oil on her arse warned her of horrors to come.

“No! No! not there!, not my arse!”

“Shut up Bitch, no-one asked you!”

She felt his knees push her legs apart as he settled in behind her. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. Her head yanked back, and the surprise caused her to yell out.

“Aaaarghmmmmmm” she yelled as her cry was cut short by Mark sticking his dick straight into her open mouth.

“Bite me, and I’ll kill you!” he threatened.

“mm I won’t mm” she tried to say, but it sounded almost unintelligible as he began to take his pleasure down her throat. At the same time, she felt Steve push the tip of his finger into her anus. At least he’s being gentle this time, she thought to herself, unaware that he was simply ensuring that the oil eased his passage. She felt his finger withdraw, to be replaced by the bulbous end of his cock. Again the same quick thrust caused maximum pain as he forced his way past her virgin sphincter. For what seemed like hours, Steve and Mark took turns, pummelling away at mouth, cunt and arse, before leaving her, drenched in sweat and semen curled up in a ball on the office floor.

It was morning before the doorman came in to the office, pulled her dress on, gave her two small packets of what she came for, and sent her home in a taxi, with strict instructions to “be on call!”.

by Psiberzerker

I couldn’t believe it, I hadn’t seen Valentino for years, then he calls me up out of the blue. Sure, it was a bit cheezy, setting up a date for the day of he was named after, but if he was anything like I remember, he was good enough to let that pass.

I’d had a crush on him all through high school, but he had plenty of girls to distract him. I was far enough down the list that he graduated before my number came up. Not that he was a manslut, but from what I hear, he lived up to his name. A serial monogamist, he always had a backup for when he inevitably broke up with a girl.

I probably would’ve gotten a lower number in the line if I hadn’t been such a late bloomer. It wasn’t untill college that my complexion cleared up, and I could get contacts. I hit a last growth spurt then, too, and most of it went into my legs. Now, standing in front of my mirror, I can finally feel satisfied with myself. My breasts are still fairly small, but there isn’t so much as a crease of sag beneath them. Thanks to the free school gym, I have a nice flat stomach now with just a hint of rippling. No washboard, but a satisfactory amount of muscle. Of course, the main thing is my legs.

They’re beautifull, if I do say so myself. Long, lean, smoothe, and sleek, they are almost too long for the rest of me. They come up all the way to my nice tight rump, and I shave them religiously to the bikini line. To better show them off, I pull a short tight spagetti strap dress on over my lacey red panties, and matching bra from Victoria’s Secret. Burghundy lipstic goes well with glossy nail polish, and I contrast them nicely with eye shadow the same shade as my green eyes. Other than that, I don’t bother with makeup. My cheekbones are finally prominant enough to stand alone. Lastly, I step into the heels of 3″ burghundy pumps, and grab my cute little purse.

It’s only enough for a little cash, and the makeup in case I need it. Still, it doesn’t compete with me, which is al I ask out of an accessory. My long legs carry me out to the door to his car before he even has to honk.

He’s even more gorgeous than I remember, dark, hansome, and even tall, I realize as he steps out to get the door for me. Always the gentleman, whoever is with him never has to lift a finger for herself. “You look increadible,” he compliments me as I step into his Porsche.

It’s tiny in here, the center tunnel up to the height of an arm rest, so he obviously didn’t plan to seduce me in it. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d changed since high school. “Thak you,” I ment it. somehow, he always sounded so sincere. He started it up with a muscular rumble that sounded more like a mustang than any porsche I’d ridden in. “Nice car,” I returned the compliment.

He shrugged, “It’s a 928,” he threatened to bore me with car stuff, I feigned interest. “The only Porsche with a V8.”

“Oh,” at least he made it quick, “Where are we going?” I wondered.

“It’s a surprise,” he told me.

I just shrugged, I’d find out eventually, but hopefully it’d be somewhere we could be seen together. We where an exellent looking couple, my fair skin contrasting with his dark, his long wavy hair complimenting my straight black, his tall muscular manliness working with my tall sleak femininity. Both of us could be proud of who we had on each other’s arm.

“How did you get my number?” I wondered. It wasn’t listed, (Perverts) and I was no where near where I used to live.

He shrugged, “Saw you around, recognised you, and got your number from the campus directory.” he relied in his deep rugged voce. That explained it, I guess.

I giggled, “I’m surprised you remembered my name, we didn’t really talk much in school.”

He nodded, “I’m sorry about that,” he appologises sincerely, “My freinds figured you wheren’t the right kind. I guess I was kind of shallow, and immature back then.”

“It’s alright,” I reached over to pat his shoulder, “You’re here now, and that’s what counts.” Now, he was all mine. “A party?”

We didn’t go very far, but then, it was just a small Florida town. Not much here but the Campus, and the strip. We pulled up to a house past it, an old place converted into a fraternity. “Just for a minute,” he offered, “I just need to pick something up.”

And show me off, I bet. I got out before he made it around the car, and we walked up to it together. There where cars al over, but his was obviously the nicest. There was also a BMer, a Mercedes, and a couple of Acuras. Money fraternity. I could also hear music from inside, the heartbeat of dance. It got louder as the door opened.

I guess the other dates hadn’t got there yet, or the whole Frat got stood up, because I didn’t see any competition. That was alright, I came with what I wanted. “Want a drink?” Valintino shouted gently into my ear. I nodded to save my voice.

There was a bar in the living room, and he got me a Red Wine. I preffered Chablis, or some other nice white, but at least I matched my outfit. I sipped casually, and he led me over to a sofa.

I was right about the money, unlike any fraternity I’d ever seen, the furniture was bought new, and it was fairly clean except for the few drinks lying around. There seemed to be one for everyone, though, so I guess the big trash can was actually being used. ‘Tino moved in beside me, and put his arm over my shoulders. “What did you need to get?” I asked politely, and he leaned in to have me repeat it.

I shouted it carefully into his ear, and he turned quickly to say, “You,” and kissed me. I was shocked out how fast he moved, but he made up for it by being a good kisser. I responded, even parted my lips with his, and let his tongue dance with mine. Lost in the moment, I hardly noticed his hands on my chest untill they closed over my boobs.

Finally, I had to stop him, “What’re you doing?” I pulled back to ask, and put my hands to his wrists. He just held them there, and I was too weak to stop him. I twisted, and my boobs popped out of his palms, but he just grabbed them again, harder.

“What d’you think?” he sneered. I tryed to pull back some more, but he came with me, and follwed me down to the couch.

I turned away as he came in to kiss me again, and only then noticed that we wheren’t remotely alone. Every guy in the place was watching, and not making any effort to do anything about it. “Help me, please.” I asked them, but they still didn’t move, some took sips of their drinks, while others just leered at me. “Can I get you some fucking popcorn?” I offered sarcasticly.

Meanwhile, Valentino had switched to holding me down with one hand on the middle of my chest. “No!” I tryed to push him off, but I’d never benched any weight before. After all, I was going for tone, not bulk strength. His other went up my thigh, and the skirt of my dress came with it. “Let me go,” I slapped at him, caght him with a nail, painfully. It even hurt too much to scratch him.

Not one to take chances, he let go long enough to grab my wrists, and hold them together. Pressing them up over me one handed, he went back to pushing my dress up. When he came to my hip, he pulled the strap of my underwear down.

“No, stop, RAPE!” I cried, but the music was up pretty damn loud. I don’t think it made it out of the house, now I could only hope I could.

He grinned, reached up to undo his pants. I felt his erection against my lips, sliding along them as he scooted back. The tip came down, and pressed against me. “Please no,” I was starting to cry, “Not here, not in front of all these guys.” Why wheren’t they doing anything?

Turning aside again, I could see the excitement in thier eyes. One was pumping his fist like a guy at a hockey game, then he went in.

I wasn’t a virgin, or anything, but I really didn’t become sexually active untill college. I’d never been fucked dry before, that’s for sure. All the other guys had at least been kind enough to get me turned on first, or wait if it was painfull. Not this time, he wasn’t concerned with me, just with what he could do to me. It hurt, real bad. I think I felt myself tear, worse even than the first time, which wasn’t too long before.

I screamed, but again, the music covered it up. He pulled out, then stuck it in again. It still hurt, just the same. Over, and over untill it got somewhat slicker. I was so out of it with pain that it took me a while to realise that it was blood. He was fucking me raw inside, bloody as hamburger.

I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t look at them, so I closed my eyes. His hands closed on my chest again, crushing my boobs, and tearing my expensive dress. The bra unhooked in front, and my breasts broke free. He squeezed them so hard I bet they bruised. He pinched my nipples, twisted them. It was just more pain to the ache between my legs. Finally, he stopped, pushed all the way in me, and moaned. Though I couldn’t feel it, I knew what was going on inside me. He was cumming, filling me with his dirty sperm. I wanted to puke, but unfortionately didn’t have anything but half a glass of wine to throw up.

At last, he got up, “Alright,” I opened my eyes to see he was talking to the other guys, “she’s all yours.” TBC, I noticed you all where bitching about the lack of gangrape stories lately. Here it comes.

I screamed, long, and hard as they came in. Couldn’t seem to stop. A bunck had their pricks out allready, and I sure didn’t see any rubbers.

They grabbed me, hauled me up, and started tearing off my clothes. I wasn’t wearing a whole lot to begin with, so it sure didn’t take long.

“No!” I yelled, “Don’t touch me!” for all the good it did. They did touch me, all over. My tities where crushed some more, but so was my ass, I felt a hand between my legs, fingers stabbing in. My legs went out from under me, but they held me up.

Somehow, I wound up suspended sideways. The penitrating fingers pulled away, and where replaced by someone’s prick. I was getting hoarse form screaming now, unable to stop except to inhail. I kept telling them to stop, they where hurting me, plaeding, and begging for it to end untill someone put their dick in my mouth.

I guess I could’ve bitten him, it had even occured to me, but I didn’t dare. I was getting gang raped, there was no way around that, but if I castrated one, they would probably have beaten me to death. I tried to keep my teeth together, though, keep him from putting that sick thing in my mouth, but strong hands pried my jaw open.

I never was a big fan of sucking dick. That big warm thing in my mouth always felt like a giant fucking worm. It tasted nasty too, like sweat, and soap, and the hair was a bad feeling. I wanted to puke even more as he shoved it in, especially when he poked the back of my throat. I gagged, and a little wine came out, but nothing else. It ran down my chin as he pulled out to stick it in again.

There where hands all over me, and little strikes I realised where guys slapping my with their dicks. I couldn’t move my arms much, because there where stong hands holding them. That’s how I was being held off the floor. The guy between my legs stopped pumping then, sank all the way in, and no doubt filled me with more sperm. At this rate, I was guarenteed to get pregnant, not to mention some kind of disease. God, I hoped it was something lethal, and quicker than AIDS.

Another one came in, stuck right into me, and went back to the fuck machine. How many where there? Ten? Twenty? More? I had no idea. I’d probably get done by them all before the night was through.

About then, the one in my face let loose. I’d never tasted cum before, never sucked dick long enough to. Usually the guy figured out eventually that I wasn’t good at it. At least he pulled out the, I could feel it splashing warm, wet, and gooey on my face, and shoulder. I spat out the spurt, or two that was in my mouth. It tasted like that paste kids used to eat inpreschool, or Elmer’s glue. Fucking nasty.

At that point, I felt myself fall, as he let me go. “The fuck?” the guy on the other end complained as I came off him. There was a breif tussle over me, but that just let some more come in.

I’d gotten to my knees then, found myself confronted by a forest of cocks. A hand came out, grabbed me by the hair, and shoved my face onto one of them. This one had a hood, like my clitorus, and tasted even worse than the one before it. For the love of god it had dries pee in it! I spat it out, but he slapped me with it, and yanked me forward again. This was worse than nausiating, being forced to suck such a dirty dick. I wished I had something to puke then, maybe it’d make him taste better.

A few of the guys had gotten down to my level, one was under the guy with his dick in my face, and forced me down on his. Another wsa behind me, grabing my ass, and rubbing his dick btween the cheeks. Oh god, no, not that. I hadn’t even entertained the thought, the very idea was too repulsive. Unfortunately, my newest assaulter didn’t feel the same way, because he pushed it hard agaiunst my back door.

I thought getting raped hurt, this was much worse. I tried clamping down, but that just made it that much more painfull. This wasn’t a quick thrust, but a long, slow sinking in like shitting in reverse. Every inch of it hurt.

I felt something wet hit my back, and guessed someone couldn’t wait. It ran down to my ass, and I felt the sodomized pull out to start wiping it in the crack. Dear god, I couldn’t believe he was using someone elses cum as lube! That was the most disgusting thing I’d ever heard of, much less had done on me. Far worse than anything I’d ever imagined.

More wetness came. They where jacking off on me! Those who couldn’t wait to put it somewhere in. It spattered me from all directions, hit both cheeks, my shoulders, all over my back, but there was a guy in front of me, so not much hit my chest. Then, he backed up, and shot it all over my front. More came in to hose me down too, and one guy put it in my mouth.

This time, he heald my head, and wouldn’t let go. His other hand was wrapped tight around his prick as he shot onto my tongue. I gagged some more, tried to spit it out, but it just ran down my chin like drool. The guy under me started shaking hard, no doubt filling me from the other end, while his buggering frat brother finally had me reamed out enough to get in a decent stroke.

I could feel him reach around, and grab my chest. Sick warm jelly stuf squished under his hands, and he rubbed them around. Jesus, what a sick bastard, he pulled me back, off the other guys, and the dick popped out of my mouth. He was done anyway.

Some guy threw his leg over my sticky shoulders, and put his dick in my mouth. I didn’t even bother resisting any more, just went limp, and tried to pass out. Damnit, I should’ve drank more, ate something before going out, maybe just stayed the fuck home! Being alone on valentines wasn’t that bad, not compaired to this!

Another dick went into me the conventional way. I could feel cum, and probably blood too sliding down my legs now. I was numb inside, rubbed to raw to even feel anymore. I could almost turn around, and see myself, like I was watching this, instead of living it. The three guys pumping in, and out of me, the rest jerking off, the sweat, blood, cum, and shit covering me. I couldn’t believe the still wanted to fuck me like that. It was disgusting, a mindless orgy of rape for it’s own sake. I couldn’t even feel sick any more, not even shame, just pity for the hard up frat boys, and their victim. I didn’t even associate her with me anymore, I was just an observer, too entranced by the horror to turn away.

Time lost meaning then, I couldn’t keep track of the minutes, the dicks going into me, the loads of cum, or how many times I was violated, and in what holes. Maybe I passed out in there, there’s definitely gaps, I don’t even remember it ending. All I know is the next thing was me being dragged away from the mass of grunting, raping me, and up the stairs. Two men carried me, naked, and soft dicked. They threw me in the shower, turned on the water, and shut the door.

I just sat there awhile, to stuned to move, or even cry anymore. I’d done a lot over the past…how long? Could I still cry? I guess so, though to water washed it away as fast as it came. The nasty shit was washing off to, the milky white slime, pink striped between my legs where it swirled down the drain. My jaw hurt, my ass hurt, and… I just hurt.

All of a sudden, the door swung open, and two naked guys came in again. Could’ve been the same guys, didn’t matter, they where all guys. At least they wheren’t hard. The scrubbed me, used the shower head to wash me out, wrapped me in towels, and took me out the back.

Over the music, I heard the distinct sounds of a girl getting raped. Maybe another had showed up? They took me around the side yard, put me in a van, closed the doors behind me. One stayed in the back with me, kept me from escaping, but while I was at the side doors, I saw Valintino’s Porsche. He was opening the door, leading another girl out. My keeper’s hand went over my mouth before I could cry out. Tell her what was in store.

Brutal rape story by Scott

What a long trip. The 2 couples had been on the road for the better part of a day, but finally, they’d made it to the cabin. They had left Memphis before sunrise, and were fully exhausted by now. Mark and his wife Kathy, along with his brother Barry and his wife Diane were beat. They never knew it would take so long to get here. Mark had found an ad for this cabin. It was a bit rundown, but it was cheap, and most importantly, it was private. The ad said there was no civilization for hours in any direction. It hadn’t lied. They hadn’t seen so much as another car for the last 3 hours.

Knowing they were headed for the deep woods of the Boston Range of the Missouri Ozarks, they stopped as they crossed the Mississippi River in West Memphis. The food was cheaper, and unlike Tennessee, you could buy hard liquor in the same spot you could buy food and beer. They stocked up for the 5 days they were to be away. Plenty of food and booze.

Mark and Barry were not only brothers, they were also partners in their own law firm. They had each worked in the legal sweatshops of the larger, more prestegious firms in the Bluff City. Their reputations were well earned. Departing their firms had been a cordial affair. The partners knew there was little they could offer these 2, and gave their blessing when the time came to go out on their own. They even managed to take some of their better paying clients with them.

As for their wives, Kathy and Diane, each had grown to enjoy the life of a lawyer’s wife. Both came from middle class families, and suffered the long hours and little pay when things first got going. But now, things were so much better. Gone were the days of hamburger helper for supper. Now, they were members of the Memphis Country Club. There had been the mandatory trips to the Carribean of course. The couples had always been so close. You rarely saw just 1. Barry and Diane had even bought a house in Central Gardens, across the street from his brother. Quite a step up from the 1 bedroom, 1 bath apartment they had to accept in Whitehaven.

The original destination was to be Europe. They had wanted to go for so long. Then Kathy got to announce to the world she was pregnant. Life had indeed gotten better.

Then 2 weeks ago, just as all the arrangements for their trip were being finalized, Kathy fell from a chair she was standing on, cleaning a fixture. She was fine, and the doctor told her she could have more children. Still, she cursed herself for running her mouth. Everyone always told her she should wait until she was out of the 1st trimester to make her announcement. Suddenly, Europe didn’t seem like such a good idea. She had become sullen, withdrawn. Then, quietly, she asked Mark if it would be ok if the 4 of them just went on a road trip. Someplace quiet, peaceful.

The cabin fit the bill, in spades.

They settled into their respective bedrooms after unloading the groceries. After such a long trip, sleep came quickly.

That night, Barry could swear he heard someone outside the cabin. He got up, turning on the outer lights to investigate. Mark chided him, telling him it was probably just one of the thousands of racoons infesting the area. The next morning, the entire matter was forgotten. The day was spent with Barry and Mark fishing for lunch, while Kathy and Diane sat on the deck. It didn’t take long until they decided that the bikini’s would have to go. They wanted to get their tan right, and the tanline’s were a real drag. Besides, there was no one around for miles, except for their husbands, and they were in the boat fishing the cove.

Kathy was the first to mention it. She and Diane had been napping off, when she awoke looking around. She roused Diane to ask if she also felt someone were watching. Diane, however, just wanted to finish her nap. She was kind to Kathy, however. She’s just antsy, and I guess that’s to be expected.

Go back to sleep Kathy. The only thing peeping at us are the squirrels and the birds. The 2 ladies drifted off again.

Down the hill to the dock, they vaguely heard the guys coming back in. They were making an ungodly racket.

::Sigh:: Must they do this every time?

The ruckus was dismissed.

At last, they heard the door open downstairs. They would be heading to the kitchen to fetch beer, and lie to each other about who caught the biggest fish, the most fish. Oh well, boys will be boys.

Kathy made a muffled cry. It was barely loud enough for Diane to make out. Now what was wrong.

Diane froze.

There were 2 men, one had his hand over Kathy’s mouth, his hunting knife to her throat. The other was approaching her. Instinctively, she raised her arms to cover her bare breasts, while trying to turn and run. She screamed as she felt her hair jerked back.

Where you think you goin’ girley?

Kathy was screaming thru the hand clamped to her face. Diane yelped in pain. His arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her back into the house. In all her flailing around, she saw Kathy’s terrified body, stiff, being drug in as well. The knife was still at her throat.

Both women were unceremoniously dumped on the floor at the feet of their attackers. THINK, Kathy’s mind yelled. THINK! What do we do? Where are Mark and Barry?

Suddenly downstairs, they heard the sound of a struggle.

You got them, one of the men said to the other?

Yeah, I got’em. You go ahead.

That would be the guys. PLEASE let them get up here to help.

He ran down the stairs. Screaming obsenities, they heard Barry yell. What was going on down there?

Look here bitch, don’t you move. I’ll be gettin’ to you in just a sec.

Kathy looked over to see his knee in Diane’s back. Her hands were pinned behind her back, and her wrists were being tied by a thin leather strap.

Oh my God, if we’re tied, we’re done for.

Kathy gave a quick thought to trying to run, to escape. She dismissed the thought. First, she probably wouldn’t make it and only make matters worse. Second, she was sure if she did somehow manage to get away, they would take it out on Diane and the guys.

The fighting downstairs stopped.

Kathy suddenly felt her breath knocked out, as he dug his knee into the small of her back too. His full weight was on her, nearly crushing her spine. The pain in her shoulders was incredible, as he tied her wrists like Diane’s. He roughly patted her bare ass when he finished.

There now, don’t think you’re goin’ no where now.

The ladies were left naked and tied on the cold wood floor. He left, going to the top of the stairs. Yelling down, he asked if they needed any help.

Nah, the response, we got it down here.

Oh shit, that couldn’t be good.

They heard a thumping sound, then realized it was the sound of Mark, then Barry, being drug up the stairs. Mark was out cold, his limp body hitting each step. Barry was obviously dazed, trying to get his bearings. Both men were dumped next to their wives. Diane was chilled at the sight of the blood dripping from Barry’s face. Mark’s eye was already swelling shut.

Well now, what have we here?

Looks like we got us some trespassers Bill.

Trespassers? Us? What the hell were they talking about?

What we gonna do with’em?

Don’ know. But we’ll figure sumpin’ out.

Their thick backwoods accents would have been comical in another setting. They were filthy, their clothes were torn and tattered. Each of them had varying degrees of tooth loss, one in particular, the one that drug Mark up the stairs, didn’t even seem to have any teeth at all.

Mark was doing his best to come too. Kathy was relieved to hear him moan. He tried to lift his head, but caught a boot to his neck. Kathy gasped.

Please, don’t hurt him anymore.

The redneck that kicked Mark strolled over to her. She knew she’d made a mistake, but couldn’t bear to see Mark hurt. He squatted, jerking her head up by her hair.

Missy, that’s the least of what we’re gonna do here.

He dropped Kathy’s head to the floor with a thump.

Ok, let’s make sure these 2, thumbing towards Mark and Barry, are goooooooood and awake. Let’s get this party started.

Diane cringed, knowing well what that meant. She shot a wide eyed look to Kathy, mouthing “What are we going to do”? Kathy could only give a quick, “I don’t know” look.

A redneck stood over Barry, and another over Mark. Unbuckling their belts, pulling their shoes off, then pulling their jeans down, leaving each of them in their boxers and socks from the waste down.

Mark was now fully awake.

What the hell is going…

The redneck stradling him punched him in the face, stunning him.

You shut the fuck up and ONLY speak when you’re spoken to. Understand asshole?

Mark glared up at him. Hate filling his eyes. He gazed around the room, surveying the scene. Kathy and Diane were each naked, their hands tied behind them. Barry was furious, his hands tied behind him as well. Mark’s shoulders ached already from his hands being tied back. This was bad, VERY bad. If he and Barry didn’t do something quick, Kathy and Diane were going to be in big trouble. It wasn’t till then that he noticed he had no pants and shoes on.

Look guys, if you’re after money, I can get you all you want. I’ve got some in my…

Mark’s redneck reached down, his fingers pinching his lips together, forcing them shut.

Hey boy, when we want your money, we’ll be taking it. Now, I done TOLD you NOT to TALK until you’re spoken too. He squeezed tighter, forcing Mark to wince in pain. After making his point, he released Mark’s lips. Patting his cheek, that’s a good boy. Now you jus’ sit there and be quiet, I’ll be taking care of you soon. The redneck gave him a wink.

The redneck stood and turned to the rest.

Now, let’s get a good look at what we got to play with here. The rest stood the 2 couples up. By now, all 4 were off balanced and wobbling on their feet as the men lifted them. They were propped against the field stone wall. The men, 6 of them now, took great delight in “surveying” the goods. Barry was next to Kathy, Mark was next to Diane. The men surrounded them. Each was held against the wall by their throats.

The man facing Kathy began mauling her titts, milking them.

I do like the look of these, he said.

Kathy’s body tensed, clenching her teeth. She turned her head, trying to look anywhere but in the eyes of this man. He tightened his grip, and ordered her to look at him. He licked his lips. Moving in closer, he nuzzled his nose against the side of her head. His tongue slithered out, flicking in her ear. His lips fastened to her neck, his teeth sinking in the flesh. At the same time, his fingers found her nipples, twisting and tugging at them.

Meanwhile, Diane’s assailant slid his hand between her legs.

Let’s see what this feels like.

Diane gasped in protest. She tried to turn her body away, but was also pinned to the wall. Her hands secured behind her, she was basically helpless. She gave a quick thought to kicking him in the nuts, but knew that would only make this horrible scene worse.

P-p-p-puh-please don’t hurt me.

Using his fingers, he seperated the folds of her pussy, sliding his middle finger into her dry hole. Diane gulped again, her body tensing from the invasion.

You fuckers, leave them alone, Barry screamed.

Just untie us, and we’ll give you a damned party, Mark added.

Both men were furious at the sight of their lovely wives being mauled. The man holding Barry tightened his grip on his throat.

You got a problem boy?

Yeah asshole. I’m gonna beat the shit out of you if you hurt them. You fuckers are too damn scared to try something like that with us!

He smiled his toothless grin, What makes you think we ain’t gonna be playing with you, pretty boy.

With that, he slid his hand in Barry’s boxers, seizing Barry’s balls. Barry groaned in pain as he squeezed. Mark was beside himself now. What the hell were they doing?

Look guys, please, you don’t need to do this. I SWEAR I can mke it worth your while to stop this. We won’t tell anybody, and I’ll make sure you get paid. His voice was beginning to quiver.

Mark’s assailant spun him around, pinning him face first to the stone wall. Sliding his hand in the back of his boxers, his finger probing Mark’s asshole.

Mark clenched his ass cheeks. His face was buried into the stones, slicing into the skin.

Open up boy, and do it now.

Mark hissed no, he would not cooperate.

He released Mark just long enough to pull Mark’s boxers down with 1 hand, and pulling his knife out with the other.

You open that purdy ass up boy, or I’ll slice this off.

The cold steel blade was just under his balls. Frightened, Mark didn’t know what to do. Off to his side, he hear Barry groaning more. Without really meaning to, he looked over to see the front of Barry’s boxers ripped open. The man was stroking his cock, forcing it to swell and harden. The man was spitting in his hand, giving it a slimey lubrication. Barry’s neck was arched back, his head rammed against the wall.

Please, oh God no, PLEEEEEEASEEE, Diane screamed. I am begging you, do not do this.

Look, do what you want with us, but please stop. Don’t hurt them. I will do what you want, Kathy added.

Both women were already being groped.

What the fuck makes you thank you gots ANYTHING to say about whut we gonna do to you girley. His hand fastened behind Kathy’s neck, lowering her to the ground on her back. Her arms were now numb, twisted and pinned behind her. He stood over her, opening his cammo pants. Kicking his boot off, it flew up and hit Mark in his leg, forcing him to wince more. The other boot fell beside Kathy’s head, less than an inch from her face.

Diane meanwhile, was drug away from the wall. His hand on her shoulder forced her onto her knees. His other hand was opening his pants.

I betcha know what to do now, dontcha?

Diane was paralyzed with fear.

No? That’s ok, I’ll getcha started.

His cock was full, stiff, erect in the air. His hand on the top of her hair, he guided her face towards his cock. She sealed her lips together, turning her head away. He could not REALLY think I can do this?

She enjoyed an active sex life with Barry, and she readily gave head. Barry always loved it so much, and was eager to reciprocate. But this??? She couldn’t. She just couldn’t bare to do it.

His open handed slap caught her by surprise. Her cheek was numb at first, then burned with pain. As she tried to recover from the blow, she could taste her blood inside her cheek.

Another blow, this time to the other cheek. Diane was sprawled out on the floor. Her head was already throbbing. He reached down, yanking her up by her numb arm.

Now bitch, let’s get started.

Mark and Barry had their hands full, so to speak.

In a paniced state, Barry had complied and released his ass cheeks. The rednecks finger was prying his asshole open. His teeth tightly clenched, grinding together as he felt his hole violated. This one too spit on his finger for lubrication, not that it did any good.

Yeeeeeaaahhhh. You got a NICE ‘lil ass there boy. Let’s see if you know how to use it. He drug Barry away from the wall, forcing him forward to his knees. Barry’s face was forced into the floor, his ass sticking up in the air. He opened his fly, dropping his pants and his shorts. Stroking his massive dick, he grabbed Barry’s ass, spanking it with an open hand. Each blow leaving a deep red mark. Sliding his hands to Barry’s hips, he lifted his ass further in the air, guiding it to his member.

Barry gave out a soul wrenching scream as his ass was violated. His virgin hole was stretching, near to the point of tearing. He screamed in pain. He screamed for mercy. He screamed for this to stop.

It only made things worse.

The redneck plowed into Barry’s ass. His balls slapped Barry’s. Pumping again and again, he pryed deeper into Barry with each thrust. His body trembled with his sobs.

Meanwhile, Mark had his own issues. His redneck had stroked his cock to fully erect. Helplessly, he felt his member swell more and more , filling with his own cum.

You likin’ this, ain’t you boy, he hissed.

Mark grimaced.

No, you sick fucker. PISS OFF!!!

Mark screamed again, he really thought this animal had crushed one of his balls. He dropped to his knees. He couldn’t even catch his breath, trying to take them in gulps.

Time you learned boy. Time you learned gooooood.

The redneck opened his pants. Mark now kneeling before him. Beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead.

Purdy as you are, I WAS gonna be nice. All you hadda do was just enjoy it. Well, now I’m gonna make you my bitch.

Mark was not even aware of what was happening. The redneck’s dick was in his mouth before he knew it. Mark gagged. He wanted to throw up. The vile thing was filthy, sweaty. The redneck’s crotch stank. He would not allow Mark to even pull his head back to catch his breath. Choking as the head slid over his tongue, to his throat. It swelled inside his mouth. He was even having trouble breathing thru his nose.

His hands were tied behind him still, and he couldn’t even maintain his balance, forcing him deeper into the redneck’s crotch.

Kathy’s legs were splayed open. Her redneck was pistoning his cock in and out of her. His huge member stretched her pussy. Now it was tightening on its own, sealing around him. His teeth sunk into the tender flesh of her titts. Her nipples were hardened and fully erect. His tongue slithered around them, teasing them to fullness. She knew her body well, knew what was coming. The orgasm that was building was going to be a big one. In stunned agony, she couldn’t even manage to resist anymore. Her calves slid up the back of his legs. Wrapping him tightly, he just kept pounding into her pussy. Slicing in and out of her. He was grunting with each thrust, she matched with her panting. Deeper and deeper he drove into Kathy. Finally, he stopped pounding. Holding inside her, she felt him cum. Her own orgams streamed. She lubed his cock, slurping with his last thrust. He stood, his cock dripping their combined cum. He flipped Kathy over. In her helpless state, stunned and traumatized, she could barely muster an objection, which was soundly ignored.

His still hard cock slid into her ass. At first gently stroking, rolling his hips. Her asshole stretched, yielding to his stiff member. She groaned, her face buried into the rug.

Diane was still dazed from the beating she took. Her lower lip was swelling. Both cheeks were now numb. For all of that, she could feel his cock stabbing into her mouth. Her hair was used to violently yank her head back and forth, fucking her face. She no longer struggled. She was angled to see her husband, Barry, being violently raped. Tears streamed down her face as she saw one man pumping his cock into Barry’s ass. Another decided to take advantage of the situation, and ram his cock into Barry’s mouth.

Barry’s eyes were hollow. His expression was dejected. She could tell, even from this distance, that his spirit was broken. He no longer struggled. Again and again, his ass was viciously slapped. The redneck ordering him to push back harder. Barry did so without complaint or protest.

As for Kathy, she was getting an eyefull of seeing Mark on his knees, gurgling as cum spurted into his mouth. The redneck squirted jizz again and again. He was hacking, coughing up the cum. I was caked on his face, hacking it thru his nose. The last redneck had decided Mark’s virgin asshole was just too tempting a target. Mark groaned loudly as his ass screamed in pain at the violation.

Kathy and Diane were beyond help.

Mark and Barry were now broken.

When the men were thru with Kathy and Diane, they were merely tossed aside. One of the rednecks went to each bedroom, for what they could not know. Robbing us now? Of course.

But there was no robbery just yet.

He came back with Diane and Kathy’s bags. Pulling out a sexy nightgown each had brought, along with their makeup. What were they doing now? There was nothing in the bags worth taking. What was…

Oh, the ladies noted in dejection.

They had cut the straps binding Mark and Barry. The poor men didn’t even try and fight. Mark was first. They had decided he was the “purdiest”, and wanted to complete the picture. The sexy nighty was shoved over Mark’s naked body. He just stood there and did nothing. They took out the lipstick, the rest of the makeup. A dainty pink berret was clipped into the side of his short hair. Mark was then unceremoniously shoved down, forced to watch as his brother was treated just as badly.

Barry, everyone decided, looked more butch, more like a whore. One of Diane’s bras was pulled out and fastened around Barry’s chest. A pair of Diane’s panties and a garter belt was fastened to him, and clipped to a pair of hose. Next was a tight halter top Diane liked to wear when she was feeling slinky, and wanting attention. Next were the freyed daisy duke shorts. Everything was much too small for Barry’s frame, and were stretched to the point of ripping. A couple of Diane’s socks stuffed into the bra, and her heels, completed the “make-over”.

The rednecks finally managed to figure out how to work the camcorder and began filming. The radio was turned on and the brothers were forced to dance. They compied, swaying mechanically to the music.

As added amusement, the men drug Kathy and Diane over and began raping any available hole.

This went on all night long. Barry and Mark were ordered to play waitress and fetch food and liquor for the men. The couples went without so much as a glass of water.

Finally, after Barry and Mark had served a big lunch and had to clean, the rednecks decided they’d had enough. The makeup on the brothers had run and been ruined to the point it was gross. Lack of sleep and all the assaults they had suffered combined to leave them more cross dressing zombies than lawyers.

They rifled thru purses and wallets, stealing a total of over $1,500.00 cash and all the credit cards. There had been some discussion of taking Mark and Barry with them, making them go out in public as they were now, their outfits torn and tattered. They decided against it.

They did pack the several tapes they made.

Barry and Mark were balled in the middle of the floor, each lying in a fetal position. They were pathetic. Each had cum caked in their hair. Their makeup was smeared with the goo. Their legs were bruised. Mark in particular was in bad shape. His red, puckered asshole was lined with their cum. The redneck with the biggest mouth, and coincedentally the biggest cock, stood over them, holding the bag with the tape. You 2 sissys ever decide you wanna make an issue outta this, you can guarantee these tapes get out. All your family, ya friends, gonna see you 2 in ALLLLL your glory. Just remember that when yer pride starts actin’ up.

Diane and Kathy were huddled in the corner. They were physically in as bad of shape as the men. Just as they were walking out the door, the rednecks paused. Oh yeah, almost forgot…

He walked back in towards Kathy and Diane.

No, please no. No more. Please no, they whined. He grabbed Kathy’s left arm first. Prying her diamond engagement ring from her finger. She almost tried to fight, but knew it was hopeless. Next he wriggled her gold wedding band from her finger. Diane was next. She held her left hand up, turning her head away, not able to watch. Her rings slid off easily.

He turned, giving the rings a mock kiss, then dropped them in his pocket.

Rape Story by binder38us

PART ONE- Surprise!
The Man broke into Sherry’s home as soon as he saw her husband leave for work. Dumb ass had left the back door open and he slipped in and took a deep breath. Sherry was a 41 year old sexy long legged blonde. He had seen her in the neighborhood and the desire for her hit him so hard that he ached. Today was the day he was going to use her properly. He moved slowly through the house until he found her bedroom. He stepped in and saw her on top of the covers wearing a long t-shirt that had ridden above her waist. He licked his lips at the sight of her long legs and shapely ass. He pulled his knife from his pocket and step toward the bed… Sherry awoke to the terror of a man’s hand over her mouth and a knife to her throat. She felt a heavy body on top of her. She looked up at a face full of anger and lust. “Do what I say and I won’t hurt you, whore. Put your arms above your head. MOVE.” Sherry obeyed eyes on the knife pressed to her throat. The man lifted his hand off of her mouth, and buried his face in her neck. He kissed her neck tenderly. “God, you are so sexy, Sherry.” He whispered in her ear. “How…do you know my name?” Tears were filled Sherry’s eyes. She knew what this man wanted. “I know you will be alone all day, Sherry. Now be good and spread your legs.” “No. Please don’t rape me. Just leave…ARRGH!” The Man put a hand on Sherry’s throat and squeezed. Sherry’s struggled to breathe. Obey me, whore. Don’t make me kill you.” The Man released Sherry and she took in a long ragged breath. She was in the presence of a true killer. She spread her legs for him.The Man kissed Sherry, took his knife and slit open her T-shirt. His hands mauled her breasts. “Yes. You are so beautiful. I’ve wanted you for so long.” The man kissed Sherry’s breasts and licked his tongue down her belly to between her legs. She cried out as she felt the man’s tongue on her clit. Then his mouth as he took her clit into his mouth. Please…stop. Please don’t…OHHH…. GOD… DON’T MAKE ME….” Sherry was wet and hot from the moment the Man’s mouth touched her clit. It was her weakness, and, even in her terror, it was too much for her to control. “STOP…PLEASE…NO…I’M CUMMING….” Sherry screamed and gave in to her orgasm.

She was still climaxing when the Man entered her. He lay on top of her and pounds her pussy with hard quick strokes. Sherry accepted him, eager for him to finish and leave. The Man thrust forward and came. Sherry closed her eyes in shame as she felt the Man’s semen enter her. Another humiliation added to the fact she came for him. “Please go now,” said Sherry in a quiet voice. “You have finished. Just leave.” The Man smiled down at her. “You have a tight pussy, Sherry. You like being raped, didn’t you?” Sherry smiled back. “Yes I did. Please leave. Please.” Sherry was getting nervous. The man kissed Sherry on the forehead and rolled off her.

“ I told you we had all day…” PART TWO: The Whore The Man pulled Sherry off the bed and dragged her to her closet. Dress like a whore for me,” he ordered. Sherry looked puzzled. “I don’t know…how.” The Man grabbed Sherry’s hair and twisted. “Stupid cunt. All you cunts know how to dress like a whores. A short dress, thigh highs, heels. No underwear.” He pushed her into the closet. “Now get dressed.” Crying, Sherry obeyed. She emerged from the closet wearing a short summer dress, black thigh high stockings, and black pumps. The Man smiled at her. “Good Whore. How much for a blow job?” Sherry’s sobbing intensified. “I don’t know…” The Man grabbed Sherry’s hair again. “Ten bucks enough, whore?” “ YES…YES…WHAT EVER YOU WANT. Just stop hurting me.” The Man let go of Sherry’s hair. “Get on your knees and blow me, whore. MOVE.” Slowly Sherry kneeled in front of the Man and put her lips on his cock. She felt it stiffen. The Man grabbed Sherry by the hair again and began to move her head back and forth on his cock. Sherry gagged as the Man brutally raped her mouth. “Yes. You suck a great cock, whore. Going to get my ten bucks worth.” Sherry was helpless. She struggled to get air , but felt her self getting light headed. Please God, don’t let him cum in my mouth, she thought. For once, Sherry was lucky. The Man pulled out and shot his cum all over her face. Sticky fluid went up her nose, in her eyes, splashed on her hair. The Man let go of her hair, and Sherry collapsed to the floor. She sobbed and curled up in the fetal position. The Man stood over her. “You make a wonderful, whore, Sherry. Time for you to become my bondage doll.” The Man pulled Sherry to her feet again and dragged her into the bathroom.

PART THREE: THE BONDAGE DOLL The Man forced Sherry to strip naked and wash the cum off her face. Sherry was spent, empty. She obeyed like a puppet. “Make yourself up, Sherry. Hair up, lipstick, make-up. I want you pretty. For the next few minutes, Sherry did the best she could do with shaking hands. She was able to put her hair up, apply lipstick and some make-up; all the time watching the Man for any negative reaction. She was convinced he was going to kill her once he was done with her. But maybe, if she gave him what he wanted, she would survive. The Man handed Sherry a pair of tan pantyhose. “Put these on.” Sherry obeyed. The Man kissed her and tied Sherry’s wrists behind her. Sherry moaned. “Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged. The Man kissed her cheek and stepped back from her. He took a digital camera from a gear bag on the floor and took her picture. “I’d never hurt you, My Bondage Doll. Just be good.” The Man proceeded to tie Sherry in different positions. Wrist tied. Wrist and ankles tied. Ankles tied to her wrist so she was open and helpless on her back. He gagged her and tied her again. Every new tie, he took pictures, stopping only to put a new memory card into the camera. Sherry’s last tie was face down on the bed, spread eagle. A pair of her panties had been stuffed into her mouth. She lay there, seeing the flash of the camera from the corner of her eye. She felt the Man’s weight on the bed. She felt him kiss her back, moving his lips down her spine. “You are so beautiful my bondage doll. I love your body.” Sherry closed her eyes. She was going to be raped again. She felt his hard cock on her ass. Heard the ripping sound of the pantyhose crotch. She grunted into her gag as the Man entered her from behind. Another humiliation to endure. But the Man added another when he pulled out of her pussy, spread her ass cheeks, and drove his cock into Sherry’s ass. Sherry howled into her gag as the Man sodomized her. “You’ll never forget me now, Sherry. Never forget me…” The Man cried out and filled Sherry’s ass with cum. Sherry cried into her gag. She did know how much more of this abuse she could take. The Man untied her. He forced her to strip off the ripped hose and take a shower. He collected all her clothes on the floor into a pillowcase for trophies. Sherry sat on the bed and watched, She was hollowed eyed. Spent. Used. She felt worthless inside. The Man kissed her lips. “Be good and don’t tell anyone about my visit. I really don’t want to kill you Sherry, My Love. Sherry nodded and lay back on the bed. She heard the Man leave and spent the rest of the day crying.

She never told anyone what happen…

Rape Story by, The Falcon

Steve is your average looking guy. He’s 5′10″ tall and weighs 190 pounds. He has short brown hair, and is clean shaven. He works at a warehouse as a supervisor during the nightshift. He dresses like your ordinary city boy most of the time. You know the type, Levi’s, printed tee shirts and tennis shoes. Most of his weekends are spent hanging out with his buddies drinking beer, and watching the NASCAR races on TV. Steve is a single man, and hasn’t had too many girlfriends in the last few years. He prefers getting laid when he decides he’s ready, not on some bitches schedule. He’s raped several girls over the last few years, but always being careful not to use the same tactics or anything else that might build a suspicion that the rapist was the same person committing the act over and over again. His first rape was when he attacked a beautiful young girl he saw at a party. She was flirting with every guy there, so in his sick mind, he figured she deserved anything she got. After watching her leave the party, he followed her for a while, then lightly bumped into her car while sitting at a traffic signal. When the girl pulled over to the side of the road to inspect the damage, he grabbed her and pulled her into the bushes and raped her. After that first time, he was so turned on by the act, he did it again and again, always seeking out gorgeous young ladies. Until that is, when the time came that he had to beat a girl unconscious to get her to stop fighting him. ” Stupid Bitch, you should’ve just let me fuck you!” he yelled at her as he left her lying there in the dirt. Steve blamed her for his viciousness that night. All he wanted to do was fuck her young hot looking body. You see, Steve didn’t accept the shit about rape being a crime of power, or of violence. No, for him it was nothing more than a piece of ass. He liked fucking them, not beating them. But that always seemed necessary to get his way. The pretty ones seemed to think they were too good to get raped, and they also knew that they were a likely target, so they were always looking over their shoulders and many carried protection like pepper spray, mace, or sometimes even a gun. It wasn’t long before Steve discovered that not all girls fight like the pretty ones. Some girls were easy targets, and in his perverted mind, he even thought some were hoping it would happen. His new prey were the girls that nobody suspected would get raped. He started seeking out the fat girls, the ugly ladies and sometimes the young innocent types. You know the type, the young high school girls that wear the short skirts and knee high socks, and strut home alone, never paying attention to what’s going on around them. He was very calculating in picking out his victims. He would stalk them for days, getting to know their schedules, and watching their routines. Well, on to my story. It was late Friday afternoon and Steve was doing some last minute shopping before going to work. He was at the local supermarket picking up stuff to eat on his dinner break that night. He happened to walk down an aisle and noticed a girl bending over looking at some canned vegetables. She was a big girl, not what you might call obese, but definitely fat. Because of that, most guys didn’t give her a second look. But Steve wasn’t your average guy. He quickly noticed that her huge tits were bulging out of her blouse, showing lots of cleavage. She didn’t notice Steve looking at her, so he positioned himself so that he could get a good long look at her heavy boobs. After she picked out what she wanted, she stood up and continued shopping. He carefully followed her through the store, being careful not to be obvious. Once, he almost ran into an employee while staring at her bending over the frozen food bin. He was checking out her thick legs. They were nicely tanned, like she wore shorts a lot. He figured she never wore a bathing suit though, most girls this large never did, he thought to himself. The girl he was following that evening was Michelle Packard. She was 18 years old and lived at home with her parents while attending her freshman year at collage. She’s 5′6″ , and weighs just over 220 pounds. Her face is very pretty – she is the kind of girl that people always say crap like, ” If she’d only loose weight, she’d be so pretty.” She always dressed nice, and kept her hair looking its best. It’s dark brown, and is cut just below her shoulders. She keeps it curled and it’s always clean and shiny. She never went outside unless her make-up is done just right either. Michelle’s sex life was rather boring. Its not often a cute guy wants to screw around with a girl that’s fat, or just not as pretty as the rest of girls in the crowd. Of course Michelle’s standards were too high to just sleep with any nerd, no matter how horny she was at the time. But if a good looking guy had all the right moves, it was different. But for her, that usually ended up in an unpleasant situation. In fact, the last time she got laid is when some asshole football jock picked her up as a dare in the local dance club. The fucker sweet-talked her into fucking him in the parking lot. He brought her out to his car and fucked her in the back seat while his buddies waited inside, no doubt laughing about it the entire time. Then the prick went back into the club and picked-up some pretty collage cheerleader bitch right in front of her. As Steve watched her shopping, he was very observant. He kept her under close observation, noticing everything she picked up, trying to figure out her lifestyle. He figured out quickly that she was single, and probably planning a night at home alone. He believed that because she bought mostly small quantities of food and snacks, including a package of microwave popcorn, and a single can of Coke from the cooler next to the checkout counter. Nothing she bought would lead him to believe she was living with, or expecting to see a guy this evening. His suspicion was almost confirmed when she stopped at the video store after leaving the market. He watched her through binoculars as she picked out a tape in the romance section. This rape wasn’t in his plans, but he liked the way she looked, and he was lusting after those huge tits she had. Steve picked up his cell phone, and called his boss at work. He pretended to be sick, telling him that he’d be in on Monday. As she left the video store, he followed her home, and parked a couple houses down, watching her take her bags into the house. Night had already fallen, and the house was dark inside. It was obvious by that fact, that nobody was there waiting for her. Steve was always prepared when he attacked his victims, but this time all he had was a switch blade and his gloves under his seat. He quickly slipped on the gloves, grabbed the knife, and made his way up the driveway alongside her house. When he peaked into the window, he could see the girl was in the kitchen putting everything away. He then went into the backyard to find a way into the house. The side gate was open, which meant no dogs would be there to greet him. Steve made his way up to the patio, and looked into the large sliding glass door. From here he could watch the girl in the kitchen as she prepared something to eat. Afterwards she moved through the living room, and started down a hallway. He followed her to see where she was going, checking the window locks as he went. Every window he tried was locked. Quickly moving on, he looked into the lighted room. There she was, undressing her self, and preparing to change into night clothes. Steve was right, she was planning a night alone he thought to himself. He watched quietly from outside her bedroom window as she removed her blouse and bra. Her huge fat tits bounced free as her 38DD bra was unfastened. Her nipples were big and round, and dark in contrast to the snow white skin of her breasts. Turning slightly, she removed her shorts, and pulled down her big white cotton panties. Her ass was plump and round, and her stomach was the same size as her hips. Then as she turned back towards the window, Steve got the first look at her pussy. He really liked the way her cunt looked, it had very little hair, and it looked fat and soft. ” Not bad for fat chick” he mumbled to himself. As he watched her check herself out in the mirror, he pulled out his six and half inch cock out of his pants, and started jacking off. He then figured that he might just peep in on her, jack off in the bushes and then leave, instead of raping her. After all, this wasn’t planned out carefully as he usually did, and he didn’t want to make an error that would get him caught. Besides, he was almost ready to make a move on another young girl that wasn’t nearly as heavy as this one. Just then, Michelle walked towards the window that Steve was peering into. He almost fell over backwards as he tried to duck out of view. ” Shit” he grumbled, as he picked himself up off the damp grass. ” There’s no way she could have seen me with it being so dark out here, and with her light on” he thought. Michelle stood by the window and must have been looking at her reflection, because she smiling and was posing, then she reached up and squeezed her pillow breast, then turned away. Steve watched intently as she opened her nightstand drawer, and took something out. ” Oh yea” he breathed, as she turned around holding a six-inch vibrator in her hand. It was flesh collared, and had a lifelike look to it. The girl lifted it to her mouth, and licked the head lightly. Then she walked around the bed, and laid back onto it, facing away from the window. ” Fuck” he mumbled. Then Steve noticed that there was another window in her room that would give him a better view. Scurrying around to it, he stood there beating his meat as she lowered her battery powered ” date” to her pussy. Surprisingly, the window was open slightly, so he could hear her moaning as it touched her womanhood. Soon Steve was beating his cock faster and faster as he watched her sliding the dildo up and down her pussy crack. Then suddenly the girl placed the end of the dildo in the palm of her hand, and stuffed it up her cunt in one fast push. Her fingernails and the base of her hand were grinding into her crotch, as she started cumming. ” Oooohhhh yea, lover” she moaned out loud. ” Take me, take me – Oh ya, make me cum for you” she said aloud, as she continued fucking her herself with her imaginary boyfriend. That was all Steve could handle. His balls tightened, and his cum started shooting from his cock, hitting the side of her house, and landing in the bushes outside her bedroom window. Thick globs of sticky semen hung from the leaves and branches of the bushes. After her orgasm subsided, she carefully placed the dildo back into the drawer, and put on her pyjamas. Steve continued watching her as took a piss outside her window, then pulled up his pants. Michelle turned out the light, and left the room. Steve ran back to the patio and the sliding glass door, and carefully watched her move through the house. She went back to the kitchen, made some popcorn, and started the movie she had rented earlier. As he crouched outside, with his lust temporarily satisfied, Steve decided to leave. Sneaking back to his car, he got in and started driving away. As he drove along, all he could think about was her heavy breasts, and fat pussy. The way she fucked herself with that dildo made him wonder how long it had been since she had been with a man. His cock was soon stirring in his pants, and before long, it was getting hard again. ” Fuck it” he said aloud. ” I’m gonna go back and fuck that fat bitch. She needs it” he thought to himself. Besides, the opportunity was before him. She was all alone, and he knew she’d be easy prey. Steve whipped the car around and went back to her house. Sneaking back into the yard, he could see that she was intently watching her movie on the television set. He crept back to the open window in her bedroom, and slipped quietly inside. He could hear the soundtrack on the movie playing, and her tapping her foot to the beat of the music. Picking up the panties she discarded on the floor and raising them to his nose, he could smell her odour. It was fresh, and intoxicating to him. His cock was getting harder by the minute in anticipation of fucking this fat bitch. He slipped the panties into his pocket as a souvenir, then moved quietly down the hall to the living room. The couch was facing away from the hallway, and she had turned the volume up pretty loud, so he was able to creep right up behind her without her noticing him. Without wasting anymore time, Steve stood up and reached around her, placing the switch blade at her throat in one move. Michelle screamed loudly and started to jump up, but Steve put his arm around her neck, and jerked her back onto the couch. Michelle was still screaming and kicking wildly. He had totally scared the shit out of her. ” Shut up you fucking fat whore, or I’ll cut your God dammed throat!” he yelled at her, pushing the knife blade tight against her neck. Michelle was scared to death and the tone of his voice had quickly convinced her that he was serious. Not wanting to die, she sat back on the couch. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breasts heaved has she tried to catch her breath. ” Please, don’t hurt me” she pleaded, ” Take anything you want, but please don’t hurt me” . ” Shut up and do what I say you fat fucking bitch” Steve ordered. He always played against the girls weaknesses, knowing if he humiliated them and broke down their spirit enough, he wouldn’t have to use as much violence. He didn’t particularly like calling them names, especially when it was about their weight or looks, but it worked so well in his favour, he continued to do it. ” Okay, okay, but please don’t hurt me.” She begged. Steve knew the voices and sounds on the television would drown out any of her screams for help if she tried calling out again, so he left the video playing as he grabbed her roughly by the arm, and forced her down the hall, and back into her bedroom. ” Are you expecting anybody?” he asked, as they entered the darkened room. ” No, my parents are out of town” replied Michelle with tears running down her round face. ” If you’re lying to me, you’re dead meat, do you hear me?” he said, with an evil look in his eye. Since beating up that girl a few years ago, he vowed to never hurt anyone again, and he would never kill someone, but of course Michelle didn’t know that. Turning on the bedroom light, Steve yelled at her ” Take off your clothes you fat cunt” . ” No, please, no, not that” she begged. ” Quit fucking snivelling you pig. Now take off your clothes before I cut them off.” Her hands were trembling so bad Michelle almost tore the buttons off of her top trying to get it off. Then she pulled down her pajama bottoms. Standing naked in her bedroom before him, Michelle pleaded again. ” Please, I’ll tell you where my parents keep their money, just don’t hurt me” . Her whole body shook in fear as she waited for his reply. ” I don’t need your God dammed money bitch. I came here to fuck you – don’t you understand that?” he hollered. Trembling, Michelle looked at him, but didn’t say another word. She knew then that he was going to rape her, no matter what she said. ” Get on the bed and spread your legs bitch. I want to fuck your fat cunt until I cum in it” he said. Michelle did as he had ordered. The bed frame creaked as she sat on the end of the bed. Her pillow soft breasts hung from her chest like sacks, almost touching her big thighs as she sat slumping over in self pity. ” Sit up straight you cunt” Steve barked out. ” Let me see those tits of yours” Michelle breathed in and arched her back slightly. Her DD jugs proudly pushed out far from her body. ” That’s better” said Steve. ” Now touch yourself – make your nipples hard for me” As Michelle did this Steve took off his clothes, and walked over to her nightstand. With a guilty look on her face, Michelle asked him ” What are doing?” , knowing her vibrator was there, and in plain view of his prying eyes. ” I’m getting your boyfriend out, I thought he’d like to join our party” he said laughing. ” Oh my God” Michelle thought to herself. ” He must have been watching me” She was never more embarrassed and afraid in her life. Pulling the dildo from the drawer, Steve walked over to her, and placed it near her lips. ” Taste yourself” he said. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth slightly, and stuck out her tongue. Steve slowly rolled the rubber cock in his hands as he pushed it into her waiting mouth. ” How do you like the taste?” he asked. Then slipped it in further. She turned her head slightly as he pushed it deeper into her mouth, she was afraid she would gag on it if he put it in any deeper. ” Keep sucking pig” he said as he continued pushing it further into her mouth. Soon Michelle was ready to gag on it, but knowing her assailant wouldn’t accept this fact, she breathed in through her nose, and accepted the dildo into her throat. ” That’s good, now let’s see how well you do that with the real thing” he said smiling. Pulling the dildo from her mouth, Steve ordered Michelle to the floor. ” Get on your knees cunt. I want you to suck my cock before I fuck you.” Michelle slid off the bed, and onto her knees. Steve was standing there before her, with his erect cock in his hand. She took it into her mouth, and started sucking him fast and hard. She just wanted this ordeal to end, so she figured the sooner he came, the sooner it would be over. As she sucked on his hard cock she could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. His cock head was swollen and the smooth mushroom tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth. She knew what most guys liked, so she started moving her tongue along the underside of his dick, right on the sensitive area beneath the head. ” Slow down chubby, I don’t want to cum just yet. Besides, it looks like you’ve had enough to eat already” he laughed at her. After sucking his cock for a few more minutes, Steve pulled it out of her mouth. ” Get back up on the bed, I want to fuck that fat cunt of yours now” . Michelle stood back up, and sat on the edge of the bed as he ordered her to do. Steve stepped up between her heavy legs, and pushed them apart further. He was holding his cock in his hand, and pre-cum was dripping from the tip. ” Come on” he said, ” Spread ‘um wider – how am I supposed to get at that cunt of yours with those big-ass thighs in the way?” Michelle grabbed her legs behind her knees, and pulled them up as close to her chest as she could. Her fat cunt pushed out below her legs, giving him better access to her hot fuck hole. ” That’s better, you whore – I knew you would give in to me as soon as I saw you in the market this afternoon. Michelle was in shock. Not only had this man been peeping in on her, broken into her home, but he had stalked her, and she had no idea that he had been following her that evening. ” How could it get any worse?” She thought. Steve placed his cockhead at her pussy opening, and looked into her eyes. ” I’m going to fuck you now” he said. ” I’m going to fuck your fat cunt until I cum my load into you.” With that, he started pushing his cock into her pussy slowly as he continued looking into her brown eyes. He wanted to see the expression on her face as she was being raped. Michelle wanted to close her eyes or look away, but she couldn’t. The look on his face mesmerized her. She was almost in a trance as he started pumping his cock into her hot cunt. She felt like crying, but she just couldn’t. ” Oh yea, you’ve got a nice pussy sweetheart.” He said as he got into his rhythm. ” For a big girl, you’ve got a nice tight cunt” he commented. As he held her close to him pumping his cock into her heavy body he noticed how soft her skin was, and how hot and wet her pussy was becoming. ” Does my cock feel good?” he whispered in her ear. ” Do you like the way it feels inside of you?” ” Uuh.., uh…, uh…, yea” she replied as he continued thrusting his cock up into her vagina. After a few minutes of his constant pumping, Michelle could sense an impending orgasm. She tried her best not to let it happen, but her body was in control now. Her breathing was getting deeper, and faster, but Steve didn’t notice. He was more involved in his own pleasure. As he fucking her, he squeezed and kneaded her large breasts, occasionally bending down and sucking her soft fleshy nipples into his mouth. Soon, his cum was boiling in his balls, and his nut sack was tight against his crotch. Suddenly Michelle’s orgasm swept through her body, and her pussy convulsed around his shaft. Steve didn’t realize it, but her body was milking his sperm from his pumping cock. ” Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum” he grunted. ” Oooohhhh yeaaaaaa, I’m shooting my fucking cum in your fat cunt, you bitch… can you feel my sperm shooting into you? Can you, huh?” he asked again. ” Yea, I can feel it” she whispered back to him. Even though she couldn’t, she knew he wouldn’t accept no for an answer. After he finished pumping his hot sperm into Michelle’s pussy, he pulled his deflating cock out. He watched as his pearly white fluid oozed from her slit, and onto the bedspread. Then Steve removed the glove from his right hand, and reaching down, he stuck two fingers into her wet crack, and scooped up some of his cum. Then he held them up near her face, and told her to lick them clean. The odour of his semen filled her nostrils as Michelle started to turn her head away, but Steve quickly stuck his slimy fingers into her mouth. The salty, musty taste of his cum sickened her, but she did as he ordered, and sucked them clean. Looking down at the wetness between her legs again, he asked her ” Where’s your camera?” ” What?” , She answered. ” You do have a camera, right?” he repeated. ” Ah, ah, yea I do, it’s in my closet.” She replied. Steve put the glove back on, and quickly located the camera, and loaded a roll of film that was in the case. ” Pose for me” ordered Steve. Looking confused, Michelle said nothing. ” Do it now” he ordered, ” or I’ll fuck your fat ass too” . Michelle, not wanting that to happen, did as she was told. She got up on the bed and posed in several positions, and then on the floor for several more. Spreading her legs for the camera, and rubbing her heavy tits together, like she was inviting a hard cock in between them. After Steve had taken about 20 photos of her in various positions, including a few with her dildo in her mouth and cunt, he had another idea. From the show she was putting before him, his cock had gotten hard again. He knew he wouldn’t be able to cum again for a long time, and he didn’t want to be there all night. But, a few more photos of his latest victim would be real nice he thought. ” Turn around and lay in the bed, face down, with your feet on the ground” he ordered Michelle. Thinking her ordeal was nearly over, and that since he had just cum she figured he was just going to take a few last pictures of her ass, so she readily complied with his wishes. ” That’s perfect” he said as she got into position. Then he stepped up behind her as she laid face down on the bed. Steve quickly snapped a photo of her big ass, then without warning he shoved his cock up her ass crack. ” What are you doing?” she said in protest, and tried to turn around. ” I thought you weren’t going to do that. Please don’t….” ” Shut up you fat whore, and spread your big ass for me.” He yelled, pushing her back onto the bed and placing the cold steel blade of his knife against the back of her neck. Michelle reached back, and pulled her ass cheeks apart as best she could. Steve guided his semi-hard cock to her pussy slit and pushed it in fully. Within moments it was rock hard again. He then picked up the camera again, and took two shots of his cock buried in her cunt. Then without warning, he pulled it out and placed it up to her puckered asshole, and pushed it in as far as he could. Michelle jumped and tried to pinch her asshole tight to keep him from entering her, but he was too fast. He could only get it in about four-inches due to her large butt, and he really didn’t want to hurt the girl, so he showed mercy and didn’t force it in any further. Steve then picked up the camera again, and took a shot of his cock stuffed in her tight asshole. The sight before him renewed his lust, so he decided to try to cum in her ass after all. He pumped his cock into her butt hole for at least ten minutes before he felt his balls prepare for another ejaculation. ” Ooohhh fuck, I’m gonna cum again” he groaned. ” Here it comes….gonna cum” . Just then his cock twitched once, twice and then a third time as his warm semen flowed from his penis and into the tight canal of her ass. His legs trembled as he held her tightly around her large waist, trying to keep his cock buried in her ass as the last shots of cum shot deep into her butt. She had never had a man in there before. She felt his hot cum flowing into her bowels, and running down the inside of her legs. His slippery cum dripping down to her ankles as he stepped back and dressed himself. Before leaving he took one last photo of her with his cum running down her legs, as she stood naked before him. ” Tell anyone about this, or call the police and these photos will be all over the Internet, you fat slut” he said. He then removed the spent roll of film from her camera, and stuck it in his pocket. Steve bent over and kissed Michelle gently on the cheek, and walked out of the house. As soon as she heard the front door close, Michelle ran to it and locked the dead bolt. Then she fell to the floor and cried. When her parents returned on Sunday afternoon, she said nothing about the attack. She was too ashamed, so she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. She was worried that they would blame her for it. How could she have been so stupid not to notice him watching her, or following her home she kept thinking to herself. The follow Monday afternoon when Michelle returned to her car in the school parking lot, she found a pink envelope stuck under the windshield wiper. Thinking it was a note from a friend, she pulled it out and opened it. Inside she found a copy of one of the photos of her lying spread eagle on the bed, with her dildo pushed up into her cunt. Her face was clearly in view. Written across the photo it read, ” Thanks for a good time, see you around.” Turning it over, Michelle almost fainted. On the back of the photo was an Internet Website address, and the words ” Smile, You’re a Star”.

The End