Rape Stories.

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Ying Li was so tired. The flight from Shanghai last night was 3 hours late and they lost all of her luggage. It was somewhere in Australia instead of Iowa. Plus she had not slept well because of the 12 hour time difference. Why did her daughter have to go to university in Iowa?!

It was 10am which was 10pm back home but she knew she should try to stay awake or she’d be unable to get adjusted to the new time. Her daughter (19) would be at class until at least 5pm and had left her small, old car for Ying to use. Ying’s problem – she had no clothes other than what she wore on the plane and those were sweaty now. She was wearing her daughter’s spare pajamas but she needed proper clothes to go out.

Ying (43) was a conservative and proper woman. She must be properly and modestly dressed before going out. That was the problem – her daughter was one size smaller in all proportions. Nothing would fit right. She didn’t want to stay in all day waiting for the airline to find and deliver her bags; that might take all week. So Ying decided to go through her daughter’s closet to find something to wear. She found: a red sheer bra stretchy enough to get on even though it did press her breasts together too much; red panties she could squeeze into even though they were too tight at the crotch and rode up on the bum; a brown, plaid schoolgirl style skirt that was almost long enough to reach her knees and had an elastic waistband; a white blouse that she could fasten even though some of the buttons threatened to pop; and, finally, a brown suit-style jacket that must have been left by a bigger friend of her daughters (it fit just right). This was tolerable because no one would see the tightest clothing. They would only see the skirt and jacket – no embarrassment. The outfit didn’t look good but not real bad.

Before getting in the car, Ying noticed an advertisement for "Billy’s Farmer’s Market" and decided to go there and see how it compared to the markets in China. The ad had an easy to read map so by 11am she set out in the old car to see the sights including the farmer’s market.

Billy Jr. was looking after his father’s farmer’s market and telling some friends from nearby farms about his adventure last night at Kelly’s Bar. He was sipping a beer hoping to meet a girl, any girl, when he overheard a biker at the next table boast about a new drug he’d stolen from a medical researcher. It was strictly experimental and apparently a single drop would make a person totally obedient to any spoken word while being unable to remember anything afterward. It was so powerful that people would unhesitatingly do things they would never do in real life. Billy Jr. had stolen it from the biker’s jacket when the biker went for a leak. His friends had lots of opinions:

Clem: "You’re crazy! You know what bikers do to people?!"

Joe: "You fell for that pile of B.S.?"

Sam: "Maybe we can try it on Sally Mae?"

"I tell you, the biker was serious and I have the bottle right here. Maybe it will work. Tell you what, I’ll try it on the next customer that comes here and see what happens."

Clem: "How’ll you get them to take it? Anyway, you haven’t had any customers all morning."

Sam: "Make it a lady customer OK?? Maybe we can get her to take off her shirt?"

"OK. I’ll try it on the first lady customer. I’ll give her some apple cider with a drop of the drug in it. We might have to wait a while — Wednesdays are usually real slow. That’s why my folks went to town for the day. Meanwhile let’s have some beer."

It was almost noon. Ying Li had underestimated the distance to the farmer’s market but she finally found the right road. It was a dirt road well off the highway and reached by turning off several minor county roads. Up ahead she saw a sign; "Billy’s Farmer’s Market". Pulling into the parking lot (a grassy clearing) she looked dubiously at the old weathered market stand. There was a young man behind the stand and a few other young men lounging around drinking beer. But the stand had lots of fresh looking fruits and vegetables. She got out and went to the stand.

"Morning ma’am," Billy Jr. said as he looked at the tired, sleepy looking foreigner wearing slightly odd clothes. Then he remembered his plan and grinned.

Ying Li examined the veggies and picked some red radishes which the young man said were carrots. She also picked a dozen cobs of corn, some lettuce and apples. The other young men had come closer and were looking expectant. That made her anxious to pay and leave so she could go home for a rest.

"Would you like a cup of apple cider ma’am?" asked Billy Jr. politely.

"No. I done."

"The cider is free with each purchase. Take a cup?"

"I no pay? OK."

Billy Jr. turned to get the apple cider, slipped in a couple drops of the drug and handed the cup to Ying. While she sipped, he talked a little about his father’s crops so she would stay long enough for the drug to take effect. She clutched her jacket in the cool autumn breeze so Billy Jr. said:

"It’s pretty hot today. Why don’t you take off your jacket?"

She gave him an odd look. Man must be crazy or drunk.

"No! Not hot. It’s cold. I go now," she said as she slipped the jacket off. She looked puzzled.

"OK, you go now. Just drive up to the barn."

Man is crazy. Drive to the barn. No way. Leave right now. She got in the car, put her jacket on the seat beside her and drove up the lane to the barn. Why did she do that??

As Ying drove up the lane, Billy Jr. turned to his friends and said:

"It works!! Let’s go up to the barn and see what else she’ll do."

Joe: "I don’t believe it."

Sam: "She took off her jacket. Can you make her take off her shirt? It looks pretty tight. I’d like to see what’s underneath."

Clem: "Sam, she’s at least 20 years older than you. And she’s Chinese! What are you thinking?"

Billy Jr.: "I like Sam’s idea. I don’t mind seeing some older tits. I don’t care if they’re Chinese, black or what. I don’t get to see real tits everyday."

Taking more cold beers they proceeded to walk up to the barn where Ying had turned the car around to leave.

Somehow her hand wouldn’t put it in drive. Was she losing her mind? Maybe it was from being so tired? The young men were approaching now looking very pleased.

Sam put his head in the car window and said, "Why don’t you come out and take a look at the barn?"

"NO!! I go now!" she said sharply as she got out and looked at the barn. Now she was really worried. Why was she looking at this old barn??

Sam again, "You can get a better look if you stand on that bale of hay, and like Billy Jr. said, it’s pretty hot today. You’ll feel better if you unbutton your blouse."

Ying Li was shocked and feeling panicky. Unbutton her blouse?! NEVER! She must leave right away. Turning to get back in the car she found herself standing on the hay bale unbuttoning her blouse. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open.

Clem quietly said, "If I wasn’t here, I wouldn’t believe this. It’s really true. That stuff works. And you know what? I’m getting hard! An old Chinese woman ain’t bad after all."

Sam whistled, "She actually did what I said! We’re looking at a live woman with an open shirt! Shit."

Joe: "Yeah. Look at the way the breeze blows it open. Nice red tit holder. Nice tits. Let’s get a better look. And why’s she still wearing the skirt?"

"OK ma’am, you’re really looking hot. Take off the skirt so you can cool off. And you don’t need the blouse." Billy Jr.’s eyes looked hungry as he doubtfully said this.

Ying Li yelled "NO! NO! NO! I leave! I go. Now!" as she reached behind her to unzip the skirt and let it fall onto the hay. The cool breeze nipped between her naked legs as she pulled off the blouse and held it at her side while wildly looking around. Her knees shook. She was getting cold. Four young men stared at her. She wore only a red bra and panties!! She was a proper woman! Unconsciously she tried to adjust the panties as the coldness of the breeze made her nipples harden.

"Put your feet apart and raise your arms please."

She felt her feet move apart on the hay bale as her arms rose to shoulder height. Her heart pounded. Her stomach felt bad. She must be going crazy!

Joe really liked the way her boobs rose up when she raised her arms. Billy Jr. was busy staring between her legs. Those panties sure were tight. They seemed to fold into her cunt so he knew exactly where to look. Meanwhile, Clem was rubbing his crotch as he gazed longingly at her bum with the red sheer panty material stretched tight. Sam, of course, looked bug-eyed at her tits squeezed together by the too small bra.

Ying Li watched as the four young men engaged in a hurried discussion while licking their lips. Maybe she had fallen asleep and this was a very bad dream?

"Excuse me ma’am you like younger men don’t you? I mean you are kind of pretty and we wouldn’t mind an older woman. Tell us that you’d like to have sex with us. And show us you really, really mean it."

Ying Li couldn’t believe it. Like younger men? Have sex with them? NO! NEVER! She angrily decided to put them in their place before anything more happened.

"I like younger men and I want to have sex with you. Here I strip more for you. Please come touch me. I want to touch you. Take your clothes off so I can touch you. I want you."

Ying Li almost fainted as she heard the words come out of her own mouth! Then she realized that her hands had gone behind her back and were unfastening the bra. Her hands tossed the bra aside. Her breasts jiggled in their freedom and the cold hardened nipples stood out for all to see. Then her hands, at least they seemed to be her hands, slid the panties off! Now she was completely naked in front of 4 strange men.

Listening to the whistles and seeing the astonished looks she went to hide behind the hay bales as the men started dropping their pants. Somehow she found herself hiding in front of, instead of behind the hay. Her feet walked toward them — toward 4 strangers and she had no clothes on!! Her mind swam as she saw the four stiff throbbing cocks point at her. The men were naked!! She turned to run. Instead, her left hand reached out to hold the cock of the most muscular man. It felt so warm. Her other hand caressed another man’s cock. The other two men came closer and she felt one of their cocks touch her belly while the other slid up and down the crack of her bum. The one whose cock pushed into her soft belly looked directly in her eyes.

Ying Li pleaded to be let go, "Warm cock. I like. You like me rub cock? Please rub your cocks on me more. I want to have hot sex with you. Can I kiss your cock? I never kiss cock before. Do you like my breasts? My nipples are hard for you. All of you can go in me — twice if you want. I need your cocks."

Ying stroked the two cocks she was holding as she sank to her knees. SHE WOULD NOT DO THIS!! Her tongue licked one cock then the other. The goo on the cock at her bum made her bum damp. The other man rubbed his balls on her back as she hungrily played with the two hot, hard cocks. They tasted good. Never sucked cocks before. PUSH THEM AWAY!! Her tongue slid up and down both cocks one after the other. Then she took one all the way in and sucked hard. It seemed to grow and pulsed. Suck it suck it suck it. NO SUCK!! Sucking hard she felt the cock jerk as something hot squirted in her mouth. She took the other one and licked it up and down. This one was bigger than the first but thinner, maybe it would go farther down her throat? NO! NO! NO! It did go down farther! So sweet. Suck hard, so sweet. Yum. Must eat all four cocks. Need four young cocks. Again a jerk and she heard a gasp as more hotness squirted in her mouth. Swallow it. She kept sucking it till she was sure there was no more.

Catching her breath she leaned forward. MUST GET AWAY! I’VE GONE CRAZY! HELP! She wiggled her bum to encourage the cock at the back to take pleasure in her hot ass. It touched her bum hole then she felt the man rubbing it hard to oil her ass. She couldn’t wait and kept pushing back until his cock forced its way in. Her eyes squeezed shut and tears came out as the big cock plunged in and out. It hurt a little but she’d had this kind of sex before, but the cock was bigger than her husband’s. MY HUSBAND. NO! HE MUST NOT KNOW! Ying’s arms went on the ground and she rested her face on them as her ass pointed further in the air to help the big man behind her. Not much longer, he must come soon. Then she felt him shudder and knew the third man was done. One more. Four men, three done, one left. Need sex with him.

She sat up, looked wildly at the fourth man and then lay back with her arms spread saying, "Come in me. I want you."

The last man, someone called him Sam, had balls that hung down far and a cock that seemed to vibrate as he drank in her nakedness. Sam sank to his knees and started rubbing his tool into her pussy. Up and down on the pussy lips until they were wet and he started pushing in. Ying Li lay back and relaxed. Sex for her had almost always meant just leaning back while her husband came inside. The man pushed in further and she felt some surprise that it went in so far. Back and forth the cock plunged in her, his balls slapping her each time. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he grunted and rammed. Again the shudder, the cock jerking. She knew the fourth man had squirted inside.

HORRIBLE. I’LL DIE. THIS IS NOT REAL! She counted: two men in her mouth, one in her ass, one in her cunt. Four men that she didn’t even know had taken her. SHE HAD HELPED!!

Four young men said "have sex" and she did. Why??

"OK, wham bam thank you ma’am. We’re tired. You can get dressed and go home. But forget everything that happened here. Oh, and come back next Wednesday."

Ying Li found her clothes, got dressed, and started her car thinking ‘I will never forget. This was very bad. I will call police.’ As she pulled out she noticed that it was now 2pm. A bag of vegetables was beside her. She was confused, why did it take so long to buy vegetables. Why did her body ache so much??

Part III of the amazing Sherry’s Rape stories written by our fellow contributor Selwyn.

After I was raped by those three men (one of them having already raped me before), I couldn’t go on with my life as it was.  I had to get out of that house, where my mother hardly knew what was going on, and clearly didn’t care much about me.  I was now 19,had finished high school, and maybe now I could get past these tragedies and make something of a life. 

     I had seen ads in newspapers and magazines, "models wanted, no experience required," for places up at the state capital, and thought maybe I could do it. The little town where I had lived all my life had no opportunities, I couldn’t afford college (and probably wouldn’t have done well there anyway), so I thought it was time to do something dramatic (if not quite yet desperate).  Never did I imagine where it would take me. 

         I didn’t say anything to mom.  I can’t imagine how she wanted me to live. . . I knew she wouldn’t want me to leave, she thought I was becoming some sort of slut(never thinking this of herself, though it was true), yet she knew that staying in that town would lead me nowhere. 

     But I couldn’t just go all at once.  I had some money from part-time jobs, but no car.  So, I decided to take a short trip to the capital just to find out what these jobs were about.  I called one of the modeling places, and they told me "come in any time," so I just went to the Greyhound station and for $12.00 I was on my way. 

     I had never been to the city alone before, so I was a bit nervous.  But it was exciting at the same time, thinking that I might be on my way to better things.  When I arrived I had no trouble finding the XTC Modeling Agency, just a few blocks from the bus station.  The agency was in an older end of town.  The building itself was clean and well-maintained, but I could see that just a block away the run-down part of town began.  I was glad that I didn’t have to go much further. 

     The agency was on the third floor.  I managed to find a lady’s room near the ground floor entrance, so I was able to make myself up a bit before meeting them. . . I wanted to look nice, but not overwhelming, so I kept my make-up toned down a bit, paler colors and only a light shade of lipstick.  My heart was beating with nervous excitement when I entered the elevator to step forward into what I hoped would be a new life. 

     I touched up my lipstick a bit just before arriving on the third floor, went into the hallway, and at the end I saw a sign for XTC Modeling Agency.  None of the other office spaces seemed to be occupied, apparently the agency had the entire floor to themselves. 

     A sign on the door said "enter," so I just walked in.  Behind a desk a receptionist was looking at a magazine, and it took a few moments before she noticed me.  "Hello," she said.  "Are you looking to work with us?"

     "Yes," I replied, trying to hide my nervousness.  "I’m Sherry, I called you earlier and you said come in any time. . . "

     "Oh yes, I remember.  Here, could you please have a seat and fill out these forms?"

     "That’s it?" I thought to myself.  I quickly busied myself with the usual information. . . name, birthdate and such.  The last page had a lot of writing on it, which was hard to understand, but part of it said something about. . ."all photographic and printed media in which the employee is portrayed shall remain the property of XTC Agency. . ." , whatever that meant.  While I was poring through all this, the receptionist said, "Oh, by the way, we need some sort of legal identification. . . "  I handed her my driver’s license.  She photocopied it, and gave it back. 

     "Please wait for a moment while I contact Mr. Steiner," she then told me.  I sat on the couch, my nerves getting more tense all the while. 

     Trying to appear more relaxed, I looked around the room.  Large framed photographs were everywhere.  Some were of bikini-clad girls at poolside or a beach, others had elegantly (and a bit provocatively) dressed girls in nightclubs and limousines.  The receptionist herself looked a bit tarty for an office worker.  Her blouse seemed a little too small, and her breasts, though not overly large, were squeezed tightly into it.  Her make-up was a bit heavily done too.  Whereas I had tried to tone mine down a bit, hers was quite dramatic, dark eyeliner against her reddish hair and lipstick much deeper that what I was wearing. 

     A few minutes later a man walked into the room and came straight for me.  "Sherry?" he said.  "I’m Fred Steiner." 

     "Hello," I replied, shaking a little as I stood up. 

     "Would you please come to my office?  I’d like to get to know you a bit to see if we can work together." 

     It felt a bit more relaxing to move a little, and I felt a bit calmer as I followed him down a short hallway to his office.  It was more sparsely decorated than the front office, and it seemed to double as a studio, for there were cameras and lighting equipment filling one end of the room. 

     He gestured to a couch across from a desk.  I was glad to sit to ease my shaky knees. 

     "Well Sherry, what would you like to do for us?" he asked pleasantly. 

     "I don’t really know, but I do want something different, and your ad looked exciting."

     "Well, we do a lot of things.  You’ll get to know it soon enough, I’m sure," he said.  "Why don’t you just stroll around the studio a bit?  I’d like to get a good look at your figure, how you move, so we can see what you’d do best here."

     So, still shaky at the knees and anxious to look good, I stood up and walked toward the camera equipment.  Trying to look like a real model, I put a hand on my hip a bit saucily, turned, and walked back. 

     "Good, good," he said.  "Do that a few more times."

     More confident, I did it again, this time putting a bit more energy into my walk, sort of exaggerating my hips. 

     "Excellent,"  he announced.  "I think we might do a preliminary shoot, to get a better idea.  Tomorrow morning, at 10:00?"

     "Sure!" I replied, with a forced enthusiasm.  This was a bit distressing,  but didn’t want him to know how desperate I was.  No one knew that I had come to the city, and I hadn’t thought about going back the next day.  The busses from home didn’t leave until 11:00, and there was no other way for me to get there. 

     As I left the building I thought about what I could do.  Going home meant never coming back, most likely.  If I refused the offer, it might not come back.  But, my money was really limited.  "I could get a room for the night," I thought, but that was a bit frightening.  I had never stayed in a hotel at all, let alone by myself.  But, thinking about how my life was going nowhere, I decided to try to stay.

     Down the road from the Agency’s building began the run-down end of town.  I saw that there were some bargain motels just ahead, and thought "for one night it should be fine.  I’ll do it."

     The nearest one said "Vacancy, 29.00/night."  I had some $50.00 with me, so that could give me enough to stay, get something to eat, and enough for the bus ticket home.

     The motel was clearly old, but not filthy.  The manager hardly seemed aware of much, simply pushed few forms for me to sign, took my money and handed me a key.  The room itself was very simple, a bed, small adjoining bathroom, and television.  It smelled of recently-sprayed air freshener. 

     It was already late in the afternoon, so I went to McDonald’s across the street for some quick dinner, then back to the room for the evening. 

     The day had been tense, and I wanted a cigarette.  But, a notice on the door declared "Non-Smoking Room," so I went outside.  It was nearly dark.  I lit a cigarette, and strolled across the parking lot. 

     Excited, scared, and hopeful.  Is my life going somewhere finally? 

     In the midst of these thoughts I was startled by a guy in a car who had just stopped beside me.  He motioned for me to get in, and I suddenly realized what he wanted.  Shocked, I shook my head "No!" and walked back to the room, tossing my cigarette away.

     "You are on the seedy end of town," I reminded myself. 

     The next morning I got up at 9:00 to get ready.  I hadn’t brought much with me, but I had hung up my clothes carefully, and thought I looked quite good when I headed back to the agency just before 10:00.  The same tarty receptionist was there, and Fred Steiner greeted me enthusiastically.

     "Hey, Sherry!  Good to see you!"  Then, gesturing to the receptionist, he said, "Sherry’s gonna do a shoot with us today, can you get her ready."

     "Sure," she replied.  I followed her to what turned out to be a dressing room.  "I’m Stephanie," she said.  Along one wall were racks of various outfits, most of them revealing and suggestive.  She chose for me a short black skirt and a snug deep maroon blouse.  Then, she sat me in the make-up chair.  She put it on pretty thick. . . "you need this for the camera, it won’t look so intense on film. . . ."  She tended to use deeper colors on me, really accenting my eyes.  And, she did my lips very carefully, perfectly outlining them and then applying the color with a professional brush.  A medium red, tending toward a deeper shade, but it didn’t look slutty.  She really did it well, I thought I ended up looking quite elegant.

     She then took me to the studio, where Fred awaited.  Another man was there.  Stephanie then sat at one end of the room, as if she was ready to watch the shoot.  Fred directed me to a set, consisting of a couch in an elegantly made-up lounge.  "Just sit down, relax, and we’ll take some shots," he told me. 

     For an hour or so I simply did different poses on that couch, leaning back, taking a drink of champagne, leaning back, looking back over a shoulder, all sorts of poses while the unnamed man took pictures.  It was a bit exciting to get all of this attention. 

     "All right, let’s take a break, and Sherry, we need to discuss some things."

     "OK," I replied, feeling more and more confident.  The photographer left the room, but Stephanie remained. 

     "Sherry, we like what we see of you," Fred declared.  But, now I think we need to tell you exactly what we do here."   I wondered what he meant.

     He continued, "Our business tends to be more adult-oriented.  That is, we produce special videos and magazines."

     A bit alarmed, I asked "Do you mean nude pictures?"

     "If you want," Fred replied.  "But, there’s a lot more money if you’re willing to do more."

     "I’m sorry, I don’t think . . ." but before I could finish, Fred interrupted "Just think on it a bit.  Whatever you want is fine.  Stephanie, why don’t you spend some time with Sherry to let her know just what she might be able to do for us?"

     "Sure thing," Stephanie replied, looking at me sympathetically.  She led me to lounge just off the reception area, and began to talk.

     "Don’t be shocked," she said.  "It’s really not that hard to do,  and there’s good money in it."

     "You’ve done this?" I asked, looking at her in surprise. 

      "Sure.  It’s not hard.  Just wiggle around and moan and nature does the rest."

     "I don’t know if I could. . ." I began. . .

     "I know you’ll do fine.  Just to start, we’ll have you do a simple introductory scene tomorrow.  I’ll take about an hour, and it pays $2000.00"

     "Two thousand?" I replied, in shock.  That much?

     "You’re not a virgin, are you?" she asked bluntly. 

     "No, I’ve done it with a few guys," I replied, not mentioning that they had raped me. 

     "And you’ve done oral?"

     "Yea."  I began to think that maybe I could do it, just once.  Two thousand dollars. . . I’d never had so much.  "Maybe this once. . ."

     But problems awaited when I returned to the motel.  It turned out that I had stayed past the check-out time, and had been charged for another day.  "But I don’t have the money," I pleaded.  "Get it soon," the manager insisted.  "Or I’ll take it to the police."

     Panicked, I didn’t know what to do.  Pacing around the parking lot, I was frantic.  Then suddenly, I noticed that a guy had pulled his car into the lot, and was waiting, looking at me. 

     I was so tense that it took a few moments to realize what was happening. . . I remembered that I was on "that" side of town.  I don’t remember thinking about anything as I got into the car next to him. 

     "Hi," he said.  "Need a ride?"

     "Sure," I replied, my voice quavering a bit.  What was I doing?  I could still jump out and run, I thought.  But, instead, I stayed.

     "What’s your name?" he asked.

     "Sherry."

     "You look nice Sherry," he replied, reaching over and stroking my left leg.  My heart skipped a bit with his touch, but I didn’t protest.  I just sat there, wondering why I was doing this.

     He turned down some back streets to a narrow, isolated alley.  He didn’t say much. . . just handed me $60.00 and unzipped his pants.  Mind blank, almost as if I was imagining all of this, I leaned over, reached inside his pants, and took him into my mouth. 

     It seemed to end so quickly. . . within a few moments he was moaning and spurting into my mouth.  His cock throbbed a few times, then he stopped.  I squeezed the last drops into my mouth and swallowed. 

     He didn’t speak at all as he drove me back to the motel.  Still blank, I just got out, paid the manager, and went to my room.

     I passed the rest of that day, and through the night, in a daze of disbelief.  Had I actually done that?  Why did I feel so little, why wasn’t I just horrified at myself?  I had made $60 in only a few  minutes, it hardly seemed as if anything had happened at all.  With that, I knew that I would return to the agency the next day to do the video.

     My knees were shaky as I returned to the XTC modeling agency the next morning.  "Good to see you, I hoped you’d be back," Stephanie greeted me. 

         She took me back to the studio and made me up just as the day before.  In a daze, I walked back to the set and sat on the couch.  Fred was there with his cameras, and the other guy from yesterday, whose name I didn’t remember.  "This is Jim," Fred said. 

     "Hello," I managed to squeak out. 

     "It’s real simple Sherry.  You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.  We’ll guide you along with directions.  Don’t worry about what you say. . . we dub in the sound later. 

     "All right," I replied, barely in a whisper. 

     "Camera on NOW," Fred announced. 

     As I sat on the couch, Jim walked over to me and pulled me up by the shoulders.   My heart raced as he squeezed my breasts and began to unbutton my blouse.  I simply looked up to the ceiling and tried not to think about it.

     "Good, good Sherry, keep it up," Fred said. 

     My blouse undone and hanging loosely from my shoulders, Jim kissed my deep red lips, clasping my head in his hands.  Then, he began to push my head downwards.  I knew what this meant, and I willingly went to my knees.  Lipstick a bit smeared, I looked up at him as if I were pleading mercy.

     "Excellent Sherry, real sexy.  Take off his pants."

     Fumbling with trembling hands, I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.  With no underwear, his cock spilled out at me. 

     "Take it in your hands and kiss it," Fred told me. 

     As I took it I noticed that it wasn’t too hard yet, but as I stroked it and kissed the tip it began to stiffen.  Lipstick prints began to spread along the shaft.  I then took it into my mouth.

     "Good Sherry, but take it out now and then and just lick it.  We don’t want it over too soon."

     It got harder as I stroked.  I went back and forth. . . sucking a while, then stroking, licking, and kissing, then sucking some more.  At one point Jim squeezed my breasts together and put his cock between them.

     "Good boy Jim, fuck those tits," Fred exclaimed, as Jim’s cock slid in and out between my breasts. 

     Jim began moaning and breathing harder as I sucked faster and faster.  I recognized when he was going to climax, and got ready for the spurts to the back of my mouth.  But, instead of doing it in my mouth, at the last moment he pulled it out, and began cumming all over my face.  I didn’t expect this. 

     "Good, good Sherry, let him cum all over your face, open your mouth, let it drip off of your lips," Fred directed me.  After several spurts Jim was done, leaving me wet and sticky. 

     Stephanie ran over to me with a towel, wiping some of the semen off  my face.  "Let’s get you cleaned up," she said kindly, as she led me to the bathroom.  In the mirror I saw lipstick and cum smeared all over my face and mouth.  And I didn’t much care.

     After a shower I went back to the studio, where Stephanie sat alone.  "You did good," she told me.  "Like to do another this afternoon?"

     "Sure," I replied.  Might as well get as much money as I can while I’m here, I thought.  I had already prostituted myself for less.

     After resting a while had having some lunch, Stephanie took me back to make me up for the next video shoot.  This time she put me in a plaid skirt and white blouse, but kept my makeup pretty much the same, with lots of deep red lipstick. 

     "This afternoon we’d like to do a bit more," she told me.  You’re not menstruating now are you?

     "No," I replied, knowing that this meant I was going to be fucked. 

     "Good.  We’d like a bit of a schoolgirl look for you, sort of innocent, but with a sexy edge.  A guy is going to approach and take advantage of you.  We’d like you to resist and protest, but eventually give in to him."

     They want me to play at getting raped?  I thought.  But I figured I’d do it anyway, because I knew it wasn’t going to be real.

     Stephanie led me to the set.  Fred announced "OK Sherry, we want you to look a little provocative.  You look innocent, but you’re really a little tease."

     How do I do that, I wondered.  Almost reading my thoughts Stephanie came over and gave some advice.  "Work on your makeup," she suggested, handing me her cosmetics bag.  "Showing off getting while yourself sexy turns guys on, then you can be a little tease by not letting them touch you."

     Easy enough, I thought.  After Fred announced "Camera running!"  I took out a little mirror and began combing my hair.  I touched my eyes (it was all the same make-up that Stephanie had used on me earlier), then did a little powder.  Then, for the final effect, I put on lots more lipstick, the same deep red that I already had on, but slowly and deliberately, my mouth suggestively open.

     "Fantastic, keep it up Sherry," Fred announced with approval.  Then Jim entered the set.  I stopped for a moment, looked over at him, then went back to my lipstick.  He looked for a moment, then sat down next to me.  I ignored him and kept adjusting my make-up, wiping away a bit of stray lipstick with a tissue. 

     Jim put his hand on my knee, and acting reluctant, I stood up and began to walk away.  I figured it would go back and like this for a while, let him pursue me, then I’d begin to give in to him, pretending to resist a bit. 

     Suddenly Jim grabbed my shoulder, turned me around abruptly, and slapped me hard across the face.  I fell to the floor, stunned.  Instant he jumped on top of me and began tearing at my blouse.

     "What are you doing?" I cried, "we’re supposed to be pretending. . . "

     "Eeeai," I cried as another slap hit me.  God no, this is real, he’s making it a rough as possible.  I’m not giving in this time, I thought.  I began flailing my arms at him, scratching at his face. . .

     "Aieeee!"  Another slap hit me.  I stopped for a moment, then continued to thrash around.

     Suddenly someone grabbed my arms and held them down over my head.  "NOO!  Stop it, please stop, I’m not pretending, I don’t want to do this, no no nohuhuh. . . "

     As I was helplessly pinned down, Jim lost no time tearing my blouse away and began abusing my breasts, pulling, squeezing, pinching the nipples.  "Owoo, no,  you’re hurting me. . . "  SWAK! another slap hit my face, harder than ever. 

     Crying, begging, pleading, I lay helpless as Jim pulled off my skirt.  He then dropped his pants and straddled me across my chest, forcing his penis into my mouth.  He held my head tightly between his knees as he rammed it between my lips, smearing that deep red lipstick all over it. 

     "BBMNMNHHMNO" I tried to yell, but was gagged by his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.  I felt him getting bigger and harder as he forced me to suck him.  Once he was fully erect he pulled out and got off of my chest. 

     I knew what he was going to do next, and I wasn’t going to give in easily.  I tightly wrapped my feet around each other to keep my legs together.  "Spread your legs bitch!" he yelled, but I refused.  I’m tired of getting raped, I’m not giving in.

     To no avail.  Strong arms grabbed me by the ankles and forcibly spread my legs.  My arms and legs tightly held, Jim them knelt between my knees, placed his cock against my labia, and with one heave, shoved his entire penis into my vagina.

     "EEEAHHHENOO, STOP IT STOP PLEASE STOP!!"  I screamed as he rammed into me, thrusting so hard that I could barely breathe. 

     "Ooo yea, you’re a sexy little cunt," he moaned while fucking me. 

     I couldn’t do anything but cry.  The pain of that huge cock jamming into me was made all the worse by having it done before an audience.  I looked over at Stephanie, she just smiled lightly and said "oh, you’ll get used to it, they’ve done it to me!"

     From there I just lay there crying and whimpering as Jim kept raping me.  Fuck me harder, cum all over my face, I don’t care, just get it done. . .

     Suddenly he stopped and withdrew.  Was he finished?  But no, they just wanted to change position.  Jim lay on his back, and still gripping my arms and legs, they lowered me on top of him, and pulled me down so his cock was shoved back into my vagina.  "EEaie!" I squeaked as it penetrated me.  I was now on top, but still getting raped. 

     Then they pulled my arms behind my back and tied my hands together.  Holding me by the shoulders, they bounced me up and down on his cock. 

     "Eee!  Uhh!  Huhh!  Owoo" I cried, tears pouring down my face. 

     After raping me like this for a while, one of the guys who had been holding my hands stood in front of me began to remove his pants.  No, not all at once. . .

     He grabbed me by the hair with one hand, and used his other hand to push his cock into my mouth.  Teeth clenched, I refused to let it past my lips.

     "Owwoo!"  A slap hit my face.

     "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!"  Another slap hit me, but I still refused. 

     "Stupid cunt!" he yelled as he started hitting me over and over, several times.  I weakened, began to feel faint, and as my mouth fell open I felt his cock shoving past my lips and deep into my mouth. 

     For a while they bounced me up and down on Jim’s cock, my cries muffled by another cock shoved in my mouth.  My face was wet with tears, and I saw them smearing with the lipstick on the cock I was sucking.  This can’t go on much longer, I thought.

     A few minutes of this and they changed position again.  Pushing on my shoulders, they pressed my chest down on top of Jim’s, his cock still crammed into my vagina, and my lips still wrapped around the other guy’s cock.  They then pushed me back and forth for a while, raping me two different ways at the same time. 

     Each bounce on Jim’s cock sent a stabbing pain through my vagina.  As bad as this was, my heart froze when I felt someone spreading my buttocks.  Terrified, I began to thrash around, but was pressed down tightly onto Jim, and my hands were tied. 

     "Noo, please don’t, god not this not there," I tried to scream, but my mouth was gagged with that cock sliding in and out, which now probably had more lipstick on it that my lips.  Horror spread through my chest as strong hands forced my buttocks apart, and something began pressing against my anus.

     "MMMNONGGMNO!" I tried to scream, but it gradually forced its way into my anus, stabbing into my rectum as it felt like I was going to split open. 

     I was still being bounced up and down, but now with yet another cock shoved into me.  I cried desperately but little sound made it out of my mouth, as I was being raped three different ways at the same time.  I felt faint but was held tight as they bounced me up and down, else I would have fallen over.  The pain spread through my entire pelvis.  This anal rape was much worse that before.  Because I already had a cock shoved in my vagina, there just wasn’t much room left. 

     Finally the guy in my anus pulled out, the one forcing me to suck him stepped back, and they threw me down onto the floor.  Then, all three standing over me, they put their cocks into my face and spewed all over it.  My entire face was covered, over my eyes, on my lips, down my neck onto my breasts.  Over and over they spurted their semen on my face, and when the last man had finished, he reached down and forced my lips apart, so that some of it dripped into my mouth. 

     For a while I remained on the floor crying, when Stephanie came to me with a towel.  "Good job!" she exclaimed.  "You really made it look like they had to force you!" 

     Would anyone believe me?  I had already done a sexy photo shoot, prostituted myself on the street, and done an oral scene on video.  Would anyone now listen if I said I really had been raped on camera?

Author of this amazing rape story is Selwyn.

About six months after I was raped by the Cable Guy I began to feel that I had recovered a lot.  I didn’t tell anyone. . . not even my friend Kristin. . . I was afraid that she’d want to report it, that she might even tell my mother, so I kept it to myself.  She did notice that I was quiet for a while, but didn’t ask.  My mother was too preoccupied with her job and night life to notice much.  She didn’t think it unusual when I didn’t speak to her much for a month or so.

     Eventually I healed, physically.  My vagina no longer felt bruised, and my rear was no longer sore from my rapist’s beatings.  I did have bad dreams for a few months.  At first, after my bruises had gone, and all evidence of my rape washed away, it was sometimes hard to believe that it ever happened.  But, a bad dream would bring it all back. . . that man’s penis ramming into me, the fierce beatings to my rear, the bitter salty taste of his semen spurting into my mouth smeared with my lipstick. 

     But even this ended.  About a year after being raped I began seeing a new guy, secretly, on those dates with Kristin and her boyfriend.  He really seemed to like me.  This erased many of the bad dreams, and the memory of being raped was no longer the first thought on my mind.  His affections were real, and I wasn’t afraid when he touched me. 

     One night with him things went a little further than we intended, but even that was all right.  I was spending the weekend at Kristin’s, as I often did when mom was likely to bring some guy home for the night.  It just happened that Kristin’s parents were gone also, so we had the house to ourselves.  Well, of course our boyfriends came over, and one thing led to another. . . Kristin and her guy went off to another room, leaving me alone with my boyfriend.  I wasn’t concerned, I had no fear that he’d hurt me.  It actually felt good when he put his arm round me and kissed my cheek.  I turned to him and kissed him on the lips.  He gradually leaned back, pulling me gently on top of him, as I kept my lips pressed to his.  I did have a few fears rise in me, some bad memories, but I wanted this guy to keep liking me, so I suppressed them and kept kissing him.  It really was very different from getting raped. . . he was gentle, and it felt good to be on top of him, I didn’t feel trapped.

     I sat up, still straddling him.  My lipstick was smeared on his mouth, and he breathed deeply as he reached up to stroke my breasts.  My heart skipped a bit when he did this, but it was so different from my rapist’s bruising grasps that I let him do it, and my fear subsided. 

     Suddenly a warm, intense feeling welled up inside me.  I felt my vagina get moist, and more than anything I wanted to make this guy happy.  But, I wanted no chance of getting pregnant.  I don’t know why I did this, I hardly remember thinking at all, but slowly I slid off of him onto the floor, and knelt between his knees as he sat on the couch.  I stroked the bulge in his crotch, and gradually undid his belt and unzipped his pants.  It felt so different, doing this of my own will instead of being forced, that I was actually glad to do something for this special guy, to make him feel good.  His hard penis popped out as I pulled his underwear down, and he moaned and breathed harder as I wrapped my lips around it and began to slide it in and out of my mouth.  Breathing even harder, he reached down to squeeze my breasts, and I felt a tingle through my entire body. 

     So this is what good sex is like, I thought.  He wasn’t holding my head down, no force at all.  I was a bit apprehensive about how it would end though, a memory of the rapist spurting into my mouth suddenly returned, but I didn’t want to make a mess on Kristin’s furniture, so I just accepted it. 

     It wasn’t very long before he began moaning louder and breathing harder.  He suddenly tensed up, and I felt his penis begin throbbing between my lips as he spurted into my mouth.  I jumped a little, but kept my lips squeezed around his penis as it throbbed several times, each time spurting out a little less of that fluid. 

     After a few moments it stopped, and not knowing what else to do, I swallowed it.  Looking up at him I smiled, and he seemed very content and satisfied.  I was glad to be able to do something for him and not let these old fears prevent me. 

     His penis was now getting smaller, just a bit of my lipstick remaining as evidence. 

     We didn’t say much the rest of the evening, just lay there on the couched, clutched to each other sort of half-asleep. 

     After a while Kristin and her boyfriend returned from whatever they were doing, and a little while later they both left for the night.  Immediately Kristin and I began to talk, and I actually told her what I had done.  She was amazed, she had always thought me more reserved.  Ordinarily, I would have been.  I was even more amazed at what she told me. . . that she let her boyfriend "go all the way."  To her surprise (and mine, a bit,) I said I was thinking about letting my boyfriend do it with me also.  We spent most of the night discussing these things, she giving me all sorts of advice how to do it the "first time" (I still hadn’t told her about the rape).

     A few days later my mother was out for the evening.  A bit unusual, in that it wasn’t the weekend.  On weekends I expected it, and usually made plans to be elsewhere.  But with no notice she hit the bars on a Tuesday, and I found myself alone in the house.  I called Kristin, but she was out with her boyfriend, so I was alone for the night, as mom probably wouldn’t be home until very late, if at all.  

    Mostly I sat in front of the television. I was hoping that mom wouldn’t bring some guy home with me there. . . she’d done that before. 

     Toward midnight I went upstairs to bed.  Within an hour I heard someone downstairs.  Fearing that mom brought some guy back, I listened at my door.  I heard no voices, so I figured mom was alone, and went back to bed. 

     A few minutes later I heard my door open.  Mom did this sometimes to see if I was home. . . she still thought I might start running around and become a slut like her.  I lay still and pretended to be asleep, I didn’t much want to talk to her now. 

     Suddenly I felt a great weight fall on top of me, a hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my surprised cry.  Fear shot through me as I heard a familiar voice say "ready for some more you little whore?"

     Roughly he rolled me onto my back as he straddled my waist, bruising my wrists as he held my arms down.  His lips pressed against mine. . . "Mbbml noo get off me. . . " I tried to scream through  his forced kiss. 

     "NOOO!  STOP!  STOP IT!  HELP!  SOMEONE HELP ME!" I screamed when he sat up for a moment, but the sharp pain of his hand hitting  my face quickly silenced me. 

     "My mom will be back soon," I tried to tell him, but he replied with another painful slap, saying, "no she won’t, she’s fucking some friends of mine tonight." 

     Probably true, I thought, as I began to shake and cry at the fear of being raped again.  I had just begun to feel as if I might someday recover from it.    

     "Just get it over with," I thought as he pulled up my nightshirt and began squeezing my breasts.  I didn’t struggle much. . . the first time I was raped, resisting only made it last longer, and gave me more pain.  I cried and lay still as he sucked my nipples and bruised my breasts, forced my legs apart and pressed his pelvis against mine.  He already had his pants off, and I felt his hard penis through my underwear. 

     He reached down and pulled off my underwear.  Still crying, I lay still.  "Just do it and leave," I thought.  He hesitated a moment, looking at me.  Then he fell on top of me, grabbing my hair to keep my head still while he forced his lips against mine.  I felt his penis against my labia, probing, pushing, until it found the opening.  My entire body involuntarily tensed as I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my dry vagina. 

     "Ehhhn owooo uh uh uhhhh," I moaned in pain as he forced his penis into me.  He entered more easily this time because I was no longer a virgin, but it still hurt a lot. 

     He then began thrusting into me, ramming his penis in and out of my vagnia.  "Uh, engnh, eh, huh, uhh, uh," I whimpered with each  thrust.  "Keep going, don’t slow down," I thought, knowing that the faster he went the sooner he’d be gone. 

     Soon he began moaning louder and thrusting faster.  His body tensed up as he held me by the hair and pressed his lips hard against mine.

     "Aiiee!" I yelped as he gave a final hard push, shoving his penis into me as far as he could. 

     "MMMM Ohoooo" he moaned as he continued to kiss me, his body twitching as I felt his penis convulsing in me, spurting his warm sticky semen into my vagina. 

     A final stab of pain shot through my pelvis as he abruptly pulled out his penis, and I felt his semen dripping out my vagina onto the bed. 

     "Good, he’s done," I thought, relieved that it was over so quickly.  Wasting no time, he found his pants and got dressed. 

     I just lay there with my head turned toward the wall, crying silently.  I didn’t want to see him at all, just waited for him to leave. 

     Then the room was quiet, and he was nowhere to be seen.  I got up slowly and headed for the bathroom to wash.  I scrubbed my entire body, as hard as I could, for what seemed to be hours, though I knew that it really wasn’t that long.  Not bothering to dress, I left the bathroom for the hallway to go back to my room.

     The instant I left the bathroom someone grabbed me and threw me to the floor.  I was too shocked to react, didn’t even have time to cry out as another man held me down and began kissing my forcefully.

     He stopped for a moment and said "heard you were a good little fuck, thought I’d give you a try."

     Nausea swept through my entire insides as I realized that it wasn’t over, that two men had come this time, and I was going to be raped yet again.  Now I began crying uncontrollably. . . "Nooo,god no please, not again, please don’t, please stop, leave me alone. . .

     "Aieee!"  I yelped as he slapped me.  God no, I thought it was over. . .

     "Get over here!" he snapped as he dragged me back to my room.  I felt dizzy, don’t think I could have made it there anyway if he hadn’t dragged me.  He pulled me to the bed and sat me on the floor leaning upright against it, while he stood over me and began to take off his pants.  Crying, begging "please don’t, don’t. . . " I watched in despair as he stepped out of his pants and pulled off his underwear, his erect penis pointing straight at my face. 

     Again I thought "Just get it over with." But I instinctively turned my head as he pushed his penis in my face. . .

     "Aieoow!" I cried as he slapped me again.  Can’t stop it, I told my self, you know that, just let him finish and leave as soon as he can. . .

     But he didn’t start right away.  Rummaging through my dressing table, he found one of my lipsticks and began smearing it around my mouth. 

     "Need you to look like a real cocksucker," he said as he smeared it round my mouth over and over.  I didn’t bother to struggle, he’d only beat me more. 

     Tossing my lipstick aside, he grabbed my hair and forced his penis between my lips.  I could taste the lipstick mingled with his salty sweat.  Slowly he pulled my face to his crotch, pushing his penis as far into my mouth as it would go.  I began to gag as I felt its tip pressing the back of my throat, but that lasted only a moment.   He then began sliding his penis in and out of my mouth, slowly and steadily.

     "Squeeze your lips together" he ordered, and I did it.  Anything to get it over with.  His penis was getting red lipstick streaks along the shaft, as he moaned and began to go faster. 

     It didn’t take long for him to climax.  His body tensed, and his penis throbbed as it spurted into my mouth.  Not wanting to anger him and take any more beating, I squeezed my lips around it, waiting for the last drops to squirt out before swallowing.  "That should get him out of here," I thought, certain that it was now all over. 

     "Get it all down!" he ordered.  "I’ll knock the shit out of you if you leave a single drop. . ."

     "MMMNGNNN" . . . one last slap hit my face.  Keeping his penis in my mouth, I ran my tongue around it to make sure I had gotten it all, and squeezed it with my hand, from base to tip, so that all of his fluid dripped into my mouth.  I then swallowed again. 

     Finally he stepped back.  I felt a bit of relief as he put his pants on and went out the door. . .

     . .  but he’d hardly left before yet another guy leaped on top of me.

     "NOOOO!  GOD NO!!! MAKE IT STOP!" I howled in despair.  How long was this night going to last? 

     This guy wasted no time.  He threw me to the floor, but turned me on to my stomach.  What’s he doing, I thought?  Through the corner of my eye I saw him looking through my dressing table, and I thought "is this guy another lipstick freak?" but was baffled when he grabbed a bottle of baby oil. 

     Too dazed to struggle, I lay on the floor, crying quietly, vainly pleading "please don’t please please don’t. . . " while he took off his pants.  Still, I wondered why he just left me there on my stomach. 

     "NOOO!  GOD NO!!   NOT THAT!"  I screamed as he spread my buttocks with his hands and squirted the baby oil on my butt.  Frantically I began to struggle, to flail, but a sharp pain to the back of my head silenced me, as he stuffed some sort of cloth into my mouth and tied it round my head.

     "MMblleellnomm" I tried to scream through the gag as the tip of his penis pressed against my rectum, dripping with the baby oil.

     "MMMMMNNNGMMBBBBNOOO" I screamed louder as his penis slowly entered my rear, the pain shooting through my entire pelvis.

     "MMMNNGN MMNGIMNG MNEHMNERER" I cried into the gag, as each thrust ripped into me. 

     "UMMUHH MMM UNGNNG MUUM ENGNH HMNNGN JGNEMMN PLBMOBBPT" I screamed into the gag, but not enough for anyone to hear. 

     Faster and faster he thrusted.  "God no, stop, you’re killing me" I tried to yell, to no avail.  I began to feel faint as he continued to rape me, hoping I might pass out and have him gone by the time I woke up.

     Not so fortunate.  I remained awake, fully aware, as I felt his penis get even harder as each painful thrust pierced my rear. 

     Once again I felt his body tense up as his penis began to throb, and I felt the warm spurts of his semen into my rectum. 

     I don’t remember him leaving.  All I remember is laying on the floor the rest of the night, crying uncontrollably, too dizzy to get up, wondering if anyone else was going to rape me. 

Author of this rape story is: Selwyn.

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I am Sherry, and this happened just after finishing high school. 

     I had lived with only my mother since I was twelve, after my father had left.  She almost re-married once, when I was 14, she but broke it off suddenly, and dramatically, when her soon-to-be new husband started eyeing me.  One day he came into my room and tried to touch my breasts.  Fortunately my mother came by unexpectedly, and he ran off for good. 

     Now, four years later, mother was still very suspicious of any boys.  I wasn’t allowed out much.  It was almost like she feared that I "knew too much," and might become promiscuous just because I had once attracted an older man’s attention.  It was very frustrating. . . she insisted that I be home very early (never later than 10:00 PM), and any boys that did come around were treated so coldly that they soon lost interest. 

    I did date a little, secretly.  I had a friend, Kristin, and I often spent nights at her place.  Mom didn’t know that we sometimes did double-dates with her boyfriend and a few guys that I liked.  It was all very innocent, usually an evening bowling and a few snacks.  These were the only times I was out past 10:00.  Nothing much ever happened with these boys, never more than a little kissing, but it was great to feel normal for even a short while.  On those days I could dress more prettily, and make up my face (mom didn’t like that).  Now and then Kristin and I had some naughty fun, we sometimes smoked cigarettes in secret, but since mom smoked herself she never suspected. 

     What’s hard to get is that mom was a bit of a slut herself.  One reason I spent many weekends with Kristin is that mom was out running around most Saturdays.  She’d hit the bars, either with the latest guy she had found somewhere, or she’d find one after going out.  I know that sometimes they went back to our home for the night.  I am glad that I was gone these nights.  Still, she thought that I should spend my life almost completely isolated, that nothing but problems would come if I even dated normally.  Somehow she thought she’d prevent me from learning any more about sex.

     In the weeks after I graduated high school I spent a lot of time home alone, more than before.  Early one afternoon I was in my room trying out different looks and outfits.  I don’t think so, but people like to tell me how pretty I am.  My breasts are a bit larger than most other girls, and I have quite thick, bushy dark hair. 

    I had a few outfits that mom didn’t know about.  I tried on a medium length-skirt, but added a rather tight blouse, and I ended up looking a bit slutty, my breasts obviously bulging against the buttons.  I’d never go out dressed like this, but it was fun to play with this look.  I thought it would be fun to add to the "slut look" with some heavy makeup.  I wasn’t supposed to wear it, but I had a bit of a stash that I took with me when I went on those secret dates with Kristin and her boyfriend. 

     I added some dark mascara and eyeliner to go with my dark hair, and just a bit of shadow.  I took the shine off my naturally light skin with a bit of powder, and then I had some fun trying different lipsticks.  I had several, but only wore the lighter shades when out on my secret dates.   I tried one modest red shade, which looked quite nice.  I do have rather broad, full lips, and the deeper color really made them stand out. 

     Then I thought, why not have some more fun?  I had a really deep red that I had never worn.  Don’t know why I bought it, I knew I’d feel real conspicuous wearing it in public, but now, alone, where no one would see, it might be fun to get a look at myself with it.  I wiped off the lighter lipstick, then took my dark lipliner (which I had never used either), and carefully outlined my lips.  The clear outline around my mouth made my lips look even bigger.  Then, I slowly, carefully glided the deep red lipstick around my mouth.  Two or three times I circled my lips, making sure to keep within the outline, then pressed them together when I was done. 

         The effect was surprising.  I hardly recognized face, any time I had used makeup before was always very subdued.  Mom would go nuts if she saw me like this!  My darkly lined eyes and black mascara, against my dark hair, with that deep, glossy red lipstick made me look like I was begging for attention.  Good thing this was just for fun, I could never go on a date looking like this.  Just to finish off the "slutty look," I took out my hidden cigarettes and lit one.  The mirror showed an almost completely different girl, sexy and sultry, a tell-tale lipstick print on the cigarette.

     Suddenly I heard the doorbell, and shot of fear ran through me, thinking my mother was home.  I ran to the bathroom and flushed my cigarette down the toilet.  She shouldn’t be home yet, her quitting time wasn’t for a few hours.  But then, she wouldn’t ring the bell anyway.  I looked out the window and saw the Cable Company truck in the driveway.  I was relieved, but didn’t remember mom saying anything about them coming by today.  We were having trouble with our television system though, so it wasn’t a total surprise.  I hesitated to go downstairs looking like this, but the cable people are so unpredictable that I didn’t want to wait another few weeks for them to come back.  So, a bit reluctantly, I went downstairs to let him in. 

     The guy was surprised to see me.  "Is your mother here?  I’m here to fix the cable," he said. 

     "No, she’s at work.  Won’t be back for a few hours," I replied. 

     I felt very conspicuous in my somewhat short skirt, tight blouse and heavy make-up.  I hoped that he didn’t really notice.

     And, he didn’t seem to think much of it.  He went to the wall and removed the cable from the television, testing it with some sort of meter. 

     I wasn’t sure what to do.  I was uncomfortable being with him the way I looked, but didn’t want to leave him alone there. 

     He didn’t give me much attention.  Looking at his meter and then scribbling on some papers, he said, without looking up, "Do you have any other cable connections?"

     "Yes, one upstairs," I replied.

     I turned to go up the stairs and he followed.  I felt really uncomfortable as he walked behind, just below me, face-level with my short skirt.  I hoped he would be gone soon.

     "It’s in here," I said, gesturing to my mother’s room.  He went in and began to test the cable. 

     While he was busy I took the opportunity to return to my room and begin to change.  This was a bit embarrassing, I never intended anyone to see me like this.  I found my daily casual shorts and shirt, threw them on the bed, and sat down to begin taking off that make-up.

     Suddenly I saw him at the door.  "I’m done," he announced.  "There’s some papers here for you."

     I didn’t like him walking into my room like that, but, I thought, he’s done and can go now.  I stood up and went toward him. 

     He stepped forward to hand the papers to me, and it struck me that he approached a little closer than people usually do.  His breathing seemed a little strained.

     "That’s a cute outfit you’ve got," he said. 

     I didn’t like this at all, but hoped he’d just leave. I didn’t respond.  Then, my heart jumped as I felt a hand on my waist.  "What are you doing?" I gasped.

     "Looking for a little fun.  Isn’t that why you dressed like that for me?"

     "I was just playing, I didn’t know you were coming."  I desperately hoped he would leave now. 

     To my horror, he grabbed me round the waist with both arms, held me very tightly, and kissed me hard on the lips.  I was so surprised that I couldn’t move back quickly enough, and I tried to turn away.

     He persisted.  I turned my head this way and that, but couldn’t get away from the pressure of his mouth as it pressed against mine.  Steadily he pushed me backwards until I was against the bed, then with a sudden shove he pushed me over onto my back, and stood there leering. 

     "What are you doing?" I sobbed, but really didn’t need to ask.  It was getting clear. 

     "Bet you’re a little slut like your cocksucking mother," he said as he fell on top of me, again pressing his lips against mine.  I turned my head and let out a muffled scream, but knew no one would hear.  The windows were all closed because the air conditioning was on.  I was alone and helpless, no one was going to come.

     He reached down and pushed my knees apart, then heaved the weight of his pelvis against mine as he pinned my arms over my head.  I gasped for air, I could hardly breathe with his weight atop me, and fear shot through my chest as I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my pelvis.  I had seen naked men only in pictures, but my friend Kristin had told me some things. . . she and her boyfriend had played around a little, and she told me how his penis got really hard, and how a sticky fluid came out of it when he got really excited. 

     "Mmmm oooh yea, you’re a sexy little whore aren’t you," he moaned, his face smeared with my lipstick.

     "No, please, don’t do this to me," I begged.  But he only got more excited as I felt the bulge in his pants throbbing against my pelvis. 

     Desperately I began to struggle.  I turned and twisted my face away from his smeary mouth, I tried to wriggle out from under him.  But instead, he grabbed me by the hair and held my head down so he could kiss me even harder.

     "Blbbh mmnoo plze stop, yr hurting me!" I tried to scream through the force of his lips pressed to mine.

     I then felt the sharp pain of his slap on my face.  I was now crying uncontrollably, begging, pleading "Please please don’t, don’t rape me, I’m still a virgin."

     He stopped for a moment and rose up a bit, with his weight still pinning down my waist.  "You won’t be much longer" he replied.

     He then grabbed at my breasts.  I tried to hold his hands back, but another painful slap hit my cheek and I collapsed. 

     "Take this off," he said.  I didn’t move.

     "TAKE IT OFF!" he yelled as he hit me again.

     Slowly, my hands shaking, I reached down to unbutton my blouse.  I undid the first two buttons, but then started crying hysterically, I just couldn’t go on. 

     "Aaaa no please, don’t hurt me" I cried as another slap struck my cheek.  I didn’t want to get hit again, but I just couldn’t move. 

     Frustrated, he began tearing my blouse away. The buttons flew off, hitting the floor as my blouse ripped away, exposing my bra.  He then shoved my bra up toward my neck, and my breasts spilled out.  No boy had ever seen or touched them. 

     "Owooh, that hurts, don’t please don’t," I pleaded as he squeezed them roughly and began sucking my nipples.  My deep red lipstick now smeared from his mouth onto my breasts.  I started thrashing about again, grabbing his hair with my now-free hands, trying to push him away.

     Another sharp slap to my face sent me back, quivering, weeping frantically, begging him to stop.

     "You need a lesson in cooperation," he said. 

     As I lay back sobbing on the bed, he stood up, removed his belt, and let his pants drop to the floor.  In horror I saw the bulge in his underwear.

     He then jumped back on me, grabbed me by the leg and shoulder, and rolled me onto my stomach.  I had no idea what he intended.

         "We’ll see if this teaches you anything."

     "AIEEE!  NOOOO!  PLEASE PLEASE!"  I cried, as his belt struck my rear.

     He was sitting on my lower legs, and I couldn’t roll over, couldn’t use my arms or hands to protect myself. 

     "AAAAAA!" I screamed again, as the belt came down a second time.  "Please please stop, I’ll do what you want, please stop hitting me."

     He rolled me over on my back and I lay there, still, whimpering and crying. 

     He was back on top of me, thrusting my legs apart with his knees as his pelvis weighed against mine.  I could feel his hard penis pressing against my virgin vagina.  Again he squeezed my breasts, sucking the nipples, and moaning louder as he rubbed his penis against my crotch.  I lay there unmoving, too frightened of more pain to resist any further. 

     Once more he stood up, leaving me to catch my breath a little after being under his weight.  Terrified, I watched him pull off his underwear, and as they dropped to the floor his huge penis popped out.  Fear welled up in my chest as I watched it throbbing up and down.    

     "Sit up," he ordered, and for once, I did it right away.  I had been hurt enough.  I then took a glance of myself in the mirror.  My hair was a wild mess, my eyeliner badly running from my tears, and the deep red lipstick was smeared around my mouth and cheeks.  The shreds of my blouse hung loosely from shoulders, and my breasts hung down below my bra, which had been pushed up toward my neck.  More lipstick smears surrounded my nipples.  For a few moments he just looked at me as I sat crying, shaking, softly begging "please don’t, please please just leave me, I won’t tell anyone. . . "

     "Aieaaa!" I cried, as he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me forward onto the hard wood floor.  I landed on my side, but keeping hold of my hair he pulled me up to my knees. 

     He sat on the bed and pulled me toward him, my knees sliding across the floor as he forced my face into his crotch.  It was clear what he wanted.  He held my head tightly the hair and forced my face against his hard penis, but I clenched my teeth together desperately trying to prevent him from entering my mouth.  The tip of his penis pushed past my lips and against my teeth, but I refused to open for him.  I just couldn’t, a nauseating revulsion welled up inside me at the very thought. 

     "Owoohehuhu, please don’t!" I wailed as yet another slap hit my face.  I fell to the floor crying, sobbing, pleading, "please please don’t do this, please don’t hurt me, I won’t tell anyone, please just let me alone. . . "

     Suddenly he seemed a bit quieter.  "Sit up" he said.  I did.  "You look a real mess," he remarked as he brushed my hair back from my face.  "Clean yourself up a bit."

     I was really surprised at this.  Wasn’t he going to do anything else to me?  Had he given up because I kept resisting?  I began to feel a bit of hope as he put his underwear back on.  He led me to the bathroom and told me to wash up.  I washed my face, cleaned the lipstick from my breasts, and put my bra back on properly.  My blouse was torn but I managed to pull it over my chest so I wasn’t quite so naked.  My skirt was still on — he’d never even tried to take it off.  He just watched quietly as I did all this.  It looked like it might be over.

     He led me back to my room and told me to sit at my dressing table. "Make up your face again," he ordered. 

     Perplexed, I did as he said.  It was such a relief to have him off of me, to think that the worst was now over, and he had never penetrated me.   It seemed that he just wanted me to look normal before he left.  I was glad to do it. 

     My face now clean, I again did the dark eyeliner and the modest shadow.  I then patted on a bit of powder to whiten up my cheeks, which were a bit red from his slaps. 

     I then re-did my lips exactly as before.  Carefully I took the liner and drew a clear outline, then pulled the cap from the same deep red lipstick, and slowly, deliberately applied it, finishing by pressing my lips together.  I then said "Is that good?" as I stood up to face him.  

     He seemed relaxed, and I was more and more assured that he was about to leave.  But suddenly I noticed that he still hadn’t put his pants back on, and the bulge in his underwear was growing large again.

     I lunged for the door, but wasn’t quick enough.  Again he grabbed me, threw me to the floor, and straddled me, sitting on my pelvis and pinning down my arms above my head. 

     "Please, not again, I thought you were done. . . " I started crying again, my faint hopes now gone. 

     As I lay shaking on the floor, he stood up and removed his underwear, revealing his erect penis.  He grabbed me by my hair, pulled me to my knees, and as he sat on the bed he again pulled my face against his crotch.  My fresh lipstick smeared his penis as he tried to force it into my mouth, but as before I kept my teeth tightly clenched.

     "OWOOO NOOO!" I wailed as he slapped me.  When I fell to the floor he jumped on me immediately and rolled me onto my stomach. 

     "AIEEIEAHUHU" I screamed as his belt struck my bottom.

     "ARE YOU GOING TO START COOPERATING" he shouted?

     "EEEEIA HUHUN AIEEE NOOO PLEASE" I sobbed as his belt hit again, not even giving me a chance to reply.

     "WELL?  YOU GONNA DO IT?"

     "AHHHA HUHUH AIEEE" I cried as he kept beating me.  "Yes, yes, please stop, I’ll do what you want, please stop hitting me," I whimpered in defeat, on the floor, crying and shaking.

     "On your knees," he ordered as he sat on the bed.  I did it. 

"Put on more of that lipstick."  Again I complied, and as I applied it, his penis grew even larger as I watched it throbbing.

     When I finished applying my lipstick I turned to put it back on the table when another slap hit my face.

     "No, please, why?  I did what you wanted. . . "

     "Don’t stop.  Keep putting it on."

     I pulled off the lipstick cap and began re-applying it.  He was breathing faster and moaning as he watched it glide around my mouth.  I didn’t dare stop, though my hands were shaking so much I could hardly keep hold of the lipstick.   

     "Lemme see your tits," he ordered.  Still putting on lipstick, I reached under my torn blouse with my free, trembling hand and pulled up my bra, spilling out my breasts. 

     I was still applying that lipstick when he looped his belt around my neck and pulled my face to his crotch.

     "Let’s see if you do it right this time" he said.

     I felt his belt tighten around my throat as my lips pressed against his penis, but this time I opened my mouth.  Holding down the feeling of revulsion in my gut, I allowed him to pull my head toward him, sliding his penis in and out of my mouth.  I felt a sticky fluid on the tip of his penis.  Is this what Kristin had seen with her boyfriend?  I began to get a little hopeful.  Was it nearly over?

     Not quite yet.  The belt still tight round my neck, again and again I slid my mouth up and down his penis, smearing it with lipstick as I felt it pulsing between my lips.  "That sticky fluid is coming out, just like Kristin said.  Why doesn’t he stop?"  I had no idea what still lay ahead. 

     I felt him getting harder, moaning and breathing faster as I continued.  It had to finish soon, I thought.  Then, he pulled my hair hard, forcing his penis deep into my mouth.  I gagged as the tip pressed the back of my throat, and my stomach heaved a bit, but I managed to avoid vomiting. I did feel a gush of saliva and mucus well up from my throat, and my mouth was suddenly full of these slippery fluids. 

     The suddenly he pushed me away and shoved me onto the floor, his hard penis dripping with saliva and mucus.  Pouncing on me, he pulled up my skirt and tore off my panties, exposing my pelvis.

     I horror I realized that he wasn’t nearly finished yet.  He jumped on me, forced my legs apart, and pinned my arms above my head. 

     "Please stop, please don’t, please don’t rape me. . . "

     My entire body went rigid as I felt his penis touching my labia, gradually spreading them apart as it began to press against my vagina.

     "Oh god no please please no don’t do this god no. . ."

     The moisture of my saliva on his penis made it just wet enough to begin penetration.  "Owooo god no, please stop!" I cried as I felt it enter me.  "It hurts!  You’re hurting me!"

     As the tears flowed down my face, his lips pressing hard against mine, my lipstick smearing both our faces, I wailed in pain as he began thrusting into me.

     He couldn’t enter all at once.  My virgin vagina was too dry and tight, it had never received anything larger than a tampon.  But he kept pushing, over and over, and with each push his penis drove a little deeper into me. 

     "No, no, no, please stop," I cried, begged, pleaded, but each painful thrust drove his penis in a little more, until finally he was completely inside me. 

     He pushed hard against my pelvis after he had penetrated completely, but it still hurt just as much.  He then began thrusting in and out, slowly and steadily.

     "No, no please stop, stop, you’re hurting me." I cried again and again, but he kept on.  On and on he kept shoving his penis in and out. 

     Sometimes he slowed down a bit and I thought he was done, only to start again.  At other times he pulled out completely, but always forced it back in, starting the pain all over again. 

     I can’t remember how long it lasted.  The painful thrusting, my incessant crying, his forced kisses, him sucking my nipples, that deep red lipstick smeared all over both our faces and my bruised breasts.  With each thrust my entire body jerked, and gradually his thrusting pushed me across the floor until my head was banging against the wall.  Each push knocked my head against the baseboard, but still he continued to rape me.

     Then he began thrusting faster, moaning more loudly and breathing harder.  These faster thrusts were all the more painful. . .

     "Ow! Ai! Aiee! Eh! Huh! Eh!" I squeaked with each thrust. . .   

     Suddenly his entire body stiffened, and he began moaning louder.  "Finally it’s ending" I thought, but had little idea of how it was going to end. 

     As he started to shake, he pulled his penis out of me, crawled forward to sit on my chest, and pushed his penis to my lips. 

     "Open your mouth!" he moaned.  As he grasped and tightened the belt still round my neck, I opened my mouth, and he slid his quivering penis between my lips.

     I could never have imagined what happened next.  His penis began throbbing forcefully, and hot, sticky, salty, bitter fluid began gushing out of it, into my mouth.  I gagged in revulsion, but still it went on, his whole body jerking with each throb of his penis, each spurt spewing more of that stuff between my lips.  Again and again he spurted, the fluid filling my mouth, leaking out the corners, dripping down the sides of my cheeks. 

     At last, with a final spurt, he finished and pulled his penis out, my mouth and face smeared with lipstick and that sticky goop. 

     I felt the belt tighten around my neck as he said "Swallow it!  Fearing that he’d kill me, I forced it down, controlling my urge to vomit it all back at him.

     "Aiiee!"  One last painful slap struck my face. 

     He wiped his penis on my blouse, put his pants back on, and just left. 

     That was it.  "I’ve just been raped," I remember thinking, inanely. 

     Mom would probably blame me for all this, I thought. 

     So I went to the shower and washed off the lipstick and sticky fluid from my face and breasts.  I put on my usual modest, un-revealing casual daily outfit.  I then cleaned the floor, gathered up my torn clothes and sealed them in plastic bags.  I touched-up my make-up a bit to disguise the bruises from his slaps, which, surprisingly, were not very noticeable.  The greatest pains I had were on my rear from the beatings with this belt, and the raw bruises on my pelvis, breasts, and in my vagina.  No one could see these.

     By the time mom returned there was no sign remaining of what had happened, and I wasn’t about to tell her.