Rape Stories.

Rape Story by Beginner

My name is Sam, and I’m a rapist. I’m only telling you this because you’re tied up like a fucking hog right now and can do nothing but maybe piss your pants out of fear, and listen to my confession.

Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone, and I don’t plan on it. Death is not fun to me. What’s fun to me is causing pain and humiliation to women. Preferably young women. The younger the better. I love seeing their eyes well up with tears, their faces grimacing in pain, or contorted beyond recognition with absolute agony. I love the moaning and screaming that comes with the sensation of pain. It gets me off.

Just to let you know, I’m going to break you. Fuck you til you bleed. Make you wish you were dead. But not yet – first I want to tell you a story.

It was fifteen years ago, and I was an eighteen-year-old virgin, just finished high school, with the world at my feet. I had a girlfriend, let’s call her Anne. She was fifteen years old. She went to the school I’d just graduated from and was the old cliché: slim, blonde, stacked, a cheerleader to boot. I used to moon over her like a fucking pansy, drowning in those clear green eyes of hers, letting her rub herself up against my cock as we made out, but always respecting her and pulling back when she invariably said “no”. The bitch loved to tease me. She’d flick that pink tongue in and out of my mouth, she’d let me feel her tits (under the sweater, over the bra); she’d gingerly stroke my cock until it was twitching in her hand…. And then the date would be over and I’d be left to masturbate bitterly in my bedroom and wonder why, why, why my girl was such a prick tease.

After three months of this teasing I walked around with my balls a permanent shade of pale blue. I started to punch walls, and drink my dad’s whiskey. I was uptight, man, really fucking uptight, and this little cunt was all to blame. I was leaving for college in a month and I knew – just knew! – that the worthless bitch wasn’t going to give it up. She was going to tease me cross-eyed and then move on to a guy her own age, and do it all over again. Why do chicks do that? They must know it will only end in trouble – every man has his breaking point, never forget that.

So one night she invites me over to her house. Her parents are out for the evening, won’t be home til midnight, blah blah blah. I go over there and she’s cooked me this fabulous meal – roast beef, potatoes, the works, and she’s in this little cotton dress, nipples poking through the material, no panties on. We eat and watch some TV for a while, me lying on the couch with her curled up in my arms. She can’t miss my 9-inch cock erect against her back, but she manages to ignore it. She does, however, start rubbing her nipples through her shirt, almost absently. My cock twitches against her and I can see that she’s smiling to herself, probably thinking: “I’m such a little cock tease, let’s see if I can make him cum in his pants.”
We turn the TV off and start making out on the couch, her lying on top of me, me underneath thinking: “Finally it’s gonna happen!” She is sitting on my legs, her thighs on either side of me, and they’re bare and just slightly plump – young girl legs, you know? Of course you know- you got a pretty good set of ‘em yourself.

She’s grinding her cunt on my crotch, I’ve still got my jeans on, but my cock is straining to get out of there, it looks like I’ve pitched a fucking tent. So I go to undo the zipper and she says: “Come to my room.” And skips up the stairs with her dress flipping up as she runs! I catch a glimpse of snatch and am running after her like a robot trained to run after snatch. Which I guess is what every man is, really.

Anyway, we get to her bedroom and I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her really roughly, tongues down each other’s throats, and she jumps up and puts her legs around me! I push her into the wall, and we grind on each other for a few minutes, then I toss her onto her bed and she lands on her back. I take off my jeans and she lifts up her dress, and I’m just about to jump her when she says: “I think we should stop.”
“You’re joking”, I say, cock in hand, jeans around my ankles. Her dress is up around her waist, legs slightly apart, I can see her hairless cunt shining wetly in the dim light from outside the window, and she says no?

“I’m not joking, Sam. I’m scared. I don’t want to go all the way.” She looks like she’s trying not to smirk, and that’s when I snap. I pounce on her, and grab her wrists in a vice grip, push them above her head and down onto the mattress. She’s pinned.
“YOU are a fucking TEASE!” I shout into her ear. She’s moaning now, writhing, in a little bit of pain from the pressure I’m putting on her wrists.
“Sam, stop it!” She cries. See, she’s not used to not being in control. She’d gotten so accustomed to me respecting her wishes that she didn’t know what to do with herself once I responded differently.

I let go of her wrists and get off her, and she sits up, punching me in the chest with her skinny little arms. “You JERK! It’s over!” she cries. She looks defiant now; angry. But I can see the fear that remains. She can’t hide it from me completely – her green eyes are too honest.

She gets up to run past me, out of the bedroom, and something in me – I like to think of it as the animal – makes my hand into a fist and punches her in the stomach. I pull it at the last second so she’s only winded, doubled up, in shock. I push her onto the floor and she crouches there on her hands and knees, trying to get her breath back. Suddenly she’s not the uppity little princess. Suddenly she’s a bitch in heat, on the floor, in shock and pain and utterly helpless.

I kneel behind her, and lift up her dress, exposing that little pink pussy. “What are you-“ she begins, but I grab her long blonde hair and yank it hard, so her head arches up painfully behind her.
“Shut up or I will kill you.” I say in a calm voice, and she shuts up. I hold her hair tight with one hand, and put the other on her hip, pulling her ass back while my cock strains forward. Finally I get to feel that snatch on my cock and it’s heaven! She’s hot, wet and amazingly tight. I slide deeper into her, slowly, gently, and feel a resistance. She’s a virgin! Excellent. I take my cock out of her, and she starts to speak. Probably to thank me for not going all the way, but she doesn’t get to say a word, because I pull her hair hard again, and all she does is gasp. Then I shove my cock into her – hard. She screams in pain – my cock is big and it’s just forced its way through her hymen and deep into her cunt, right up to the hilt. I own her, and that knowledge pushes me into what I like to call Rapist mode. I pound her, pulling her hair, pinching her ass, slapping her, calling her a worthless cunt, rubbing her, hurting her and loving it. But what’s this? The bitch likes it! She starts to push back against my cock, in time with my thrusts. The little fucking slut is enjoying it!

For some reason this doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to suffer first for what she did to me – all those months of torture! So I pull out of her, and shove myself into her tight puckered little asshole. She squeals like a stuck pig now, which I guess is what she is. Her anal opening is so tight it’s painful for me to thrust in there, but I know that the pain I feel is tiny compared to hers, so that spurs me on. After a minute or two her ass muscles relax a tiny bit and allow me to plunge in and out of her with abandon. I grab both her ass cheeks with my hands now, and she hangs her head in defeat, crying salt tears onto her bedroom floor, moaning softly, a beaten animal. I finally cum, pumping hot semen deep into her bowels, and as I ejaculate I make a loud, primal cry of triumph.

When I withdraw from her ass she collapses onto the floor, sobbing, all curled up in a foetal position. Poor little cherub! I go down to the garage and grab some rope, come back up and she is still there. I think she is in shock. I tie her wrists and ankles togethe r - much like I’ve tied yours now – and just touch her for a while. I try out different things to elicit pain – a tweak of the nipple, a bite on the clit, even a cigarette lighter to singe her pubes. I start to spank her hard on the butt, until I can see red hand marks on her skin. I punch her in the back, hard enough to hurt, maybe to bruise, but not hard enough to badly hurt or disfigure her.

I go to her dresser and pick up some random objects – a candle, a bottle of soda, and take turns sticking those and other things up her asshole and cunt. After about twenty minutes I find myself getting hard again, so I turn her onto her back and fuck her missionary style, nice and slow. She has her eyes closed by now, and is completely submissive and silent. I like how there’s a point where a bitch will stop hating you with her expression, words or actions, where she will just succumb like the slave she is, like the whore all women secretly are. I take her nice and slow, enjoying her sucking cunt around my cock, enjoying the whipped-dog expression on her face. She wasn’t a person in her own right anymore, just a victim. A cunt to fuck. An ass to rape. An object to bring me pleasure.

I pinch her nipples and fuck her harder, pumping into her until my balls are tight and my dick feels like it will explode. I fuck her fast now, one hand between our slick flesh, rubbing her clit roughly, the other hand slapping her across the face and pinching her nipples. I loved the combination of good and bad feelings I must have been causing her. I made sure she came just before I did, and the look on her face as she realised she was about to orgasm was priceless. She wasn’t even in control of her body anymore! After her cunt was filled with my sperm I made her lick my cock clean, then I slapped her around a bit more, just to scare her up again, and finally went home to bed.

I never saw her again, until last night. I had kept tabs on her life through mutual friends all these years. I had heard that she dropped out of school and disappeared for a while. Then I heard she was a stripper. Then a hooker. Then nothing for years, until last week when her brother John and I ran into each other at the mall. She’s a respectable woman now, with a daughter and a husband and her own business.

I have to check this out, I think to myself, so I stake out her house one afternoon, and then I see her coming down the street in a fucking school uniform! Except she’s still fifteen! The illusion breaks and I realize it’s you, honey. Your long legs, not hers. Your pouting lips and long blonde hair, not hers. Once I grab you and put you in my van I realise that you have brown eyes, not green ones. Brown eyes just like me. How old are you again? Fifteen… mm, the timing sounds right.
You’d think that I’d let you go, you being my blood and all. Unfortunately for you, this is my favorite fantasy yet.
Just you wait. I’ve learned a few tricks since I raped your mother.

by Ripefrite

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WARNING: This story contains explicit descriptions of non-consensual sexual activity, including rape. If that’s not something you want to read, then go elsewhere. If it offends you, then go elsewhere. If you’re not of adult age, then go elsewhere. If you can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality then get help immediately. Rape is an evil crime, and anyone who even contemplates it in real life is in urgent need of professional help. If you know a rapist, report them to the police. Now. —STORY STARTS—

"No-one deserves to be raped" - that’s what everyone says. But I reckon these people haven’t seen a young girl by the name of Sally Fletcher recently. They wouldn’t have, of course, as she’s not in a position to go out these days. Still, that wasn’t always the case. How about I tell you what happened…

* * *

I’d just recently moved to Baytown, and didn’t really know anyone in the place. Hell, when you set up on your own at 16 you do feel pretty insecure, no matter how much bravado you put on, and when your house is an old, isolated place deep in the woods it’s even worse. So I was happy to get started at Baytown High School on 1st September. There’s no need to describe the place too lengthily - it was your average school in an average town, with a couple of ugly brick buildings, a field, some bike sheds - the usual crap.

Anyway, my route home was around a mile and a half - not that far, especially here in Britain where we don’t go into a panic at the thought of a 400 yard walk to the shops - through pretty dense woods almost all the way. And for the first mile or so the path was lined on either side by thick bushes, before my long private drive branched off to the left and the public path continued to the next town. I thought about how much fun it would be to hide behind one of those bushes and spy on any girls who walked by - at that point that’s all I was thinking about doing.

On my second day at Baytown, I was waiting at the Coke machine in the sixth form common room behind a blonde girl who was taking one hell of a time to decide what drink to get. After a couple of minutes of this, I said, pretty politely I thought, "excuse me, can you hurry up a bit please?", to which the girl replied, "Fuck off, twat. I was here first, motherfucker". The other people in the room all started laughing - at me. This got me seriously annoyed, and so when she finally got her can, I glared after her as she went.

In one second my life changed. "Fucking hell!" was all I could think. This was no ordinary girl - it was Sally Fletcher! The youngest girl in the sixth form, with her 16th birthday on 31st August, just one day before the start of term, she also had the most incredible tits I’d ever seen. They weren’t just big, they were enormous - she had to be a 38DD at the most conservative estimates, probably more like a 40E. The Baytown school uniform dress, which had been the same for many years, had obviously been designed to hide the shape of a girl’s body, but it was a lost cause in Sally’s case. She’d been here two days, and already was universally known as "Tits".

I had to get my revenge on the little bitch for the way she’d humiliated me, and my chance wasn’t long in coming. I looked her up in the phone book (amazingly, she wasn’t ex-directory) and saw that she lived pretty close to me. That meant she’d have to come home through those woods! There’d usually be other people about, but on Fridays, she came home a little late because of netball training. Sally didn’t know it yet, but she was about to get into real trouble.

* * *

By four that Friday, all the normal school traffic had died down, and so I could get along the path without being noticed. I wore my normal non-school clothes, but carried a large rucksack, in which I had put things I thought I might need for the "main event". Then, I found a big bush that I could easily crouch behind and waited. About 15 minutes later, along came Sally. It was a hot day, and so she wasn’t wearing a coat - just that school dress - though she also had a big bag, in which I assumed she was carrying her school stuff and netball outfit. Her massive breasts strained at the thin fabric of the dress in a way that made me have to think quite hard not to lose control and leap out on the busty vixen there and then. I restrained myself though - this had to be organized perfectly.

So I checked my equipment for the last time, and waited, hardly breathing, until she was a little way past me. Then, I leapt out, and before she had a chance to react had a wad of cloth in her mouth and handcuffs around her wrists. I much prefer ropes to cuffs, for the tightness, but I can’t deny that cuffs are the quickest in an emergency. Next, I took out her legs from under her, to stop her running away, and pinned her down. It was all I could do not to rape the little slut on the spot, but it was risky to stay here too long. I cuffed her ankles and hoisted her struggling body over my shoulder, carrying both our bags in my spare hand, and made off towards my house.

The few hundred yards to my drive were terrifying. Although there seemed to be no-one about, it was a public footpath, and - come on - how would you explain having a bound and gagged schoolgirl squirming on your back? Once I got to my drive it was much easier, as once I’d padlocked my iron gates there was no way anyone else could see us. Hearing was a different matter, though - Sally’s makeshift gag didn’t keep her as quiet as I’d have liked, but I couldn’t risk putting her down till we got inside. My back was killing me by the time we made it into the house. I dropped my catch onto the floor, and saw that I’d only just made it - she’d almost managed to work the gag out.

"You fucking little bitch," I spat at her, and pushed the wadding back deep into her mouth, giving her a slap across the face to make my point. This time, though, I found a narrow leather belt, and wound it tightly around her head a couple of times to make damn sure she couldn’t get it out. Now I found a length of thin rope, and bound her hands with it, EXTREMELY tightly. The cords cut into her wrists, which was excellent - rope marks look so damn sexy on a girl. Now it was safe to remove the handcuffs, though I kept them to hand. With another length of rope, I tied her ankles together, making sure the cord bit deeply into the teenage slut’s flesh. After removing the ankle cuffs, I stood back to admire my catch.

I never used to understand what people really meant when they said, "I almost came on the spot", but now I knew. Here on my floor, with no one to save her, was a huge-breasted sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, in her inadequate uniform, bucking and struggling in a desperate attempt to escape the viciously tight bondage into which I had put her. She didn’t have a chance, of course - when I tie a knot, it stays tied - but it was a lot of fun watching her try. And hearing her - the sound of a helpless young girl screaming into a really tight gag has to be the sexiest there is.

"Listen, my dear little filly," I leered at my captive, "it’s not going to do you any good, you know. You’re not going to escape, and I’m not going to let you go. I don’t mean until next week or next month - I mean ever. The chance of you ever getting out of those ropes is nil. Zero. Zilch. Got it? Now, in books kidnapped girls always worry about two things don’t they - one, getting killed, and two, getting raped. Well, you won’t be being killed - where would be the fun in that? But on the second point… yes. You are. A lot. And I mean a LOT."

Sally bucked around more than ever now - she was absolutely desperate to escape. I would have to tie her up properly if I didn’t want her rolling around the place knocking over the furniture, so I carried the helpless teenager off to my spare bedroom, and threw her down on the four-poster. Her mammoth mammaries joggled incredibly as she hit the mattress - no way was this babe getting back her freedom!

I considered staking her out, but I particularly liked the look of her hands behind her back, as it forced her chest even further out than it already was, so instead I decided to tie her elbows. This is a favorite tie of mine, as it has to be very tight indeed to work, and I greatly enjoyed my victim’s ineffectual mewing as I yanked on the rope. Then, I tied another rope tightly around her wrists, and ran that up to the headboard, doing the same with her ankles and the footrest. A final touch was to pull each knee separately apart, fixing them to the rails at either side of the bed, leaving her legs nice and wide open for my pleasure.

She was still wearing her school uniform, of course, so something needed to be done about that. Sally yelled into her gag as I ripped her clothes to shreds, revealing a black bra, which was full to overflowing (she was really something like a 42E!), and matching black panties. I was pleased to see she wasn’t shaved - who wants to fuck something that looks like a kid’s? - but instead had a fine growth of soft blonde curls. Her ropes were so tight that I didn’t manage to get quite all the dress off - there were still scraps of uniform clinging to her here and there, which made her look even better.

"Right, you little cunt," I said to my defenseless captive. "I bet you wish you hadn’t insulted me now, don’t you eh? Well, that’s tough - when you do something wrong, you need to be punished, and when it’s something severe, so is the punishment." With that, I began to smack her about a bit - not enough to injure her badly, but I wanted to make it bloody clear that she had no rights at all now she was effectively my sex slave. I slapped her all over, especially on her gigantic tits, and gradually increased the force, so that by the time I finished I was really laying into her. She’d have quite a few bruises later on, but that was her problem.

I was about to jump on her when I thought of something. I tested her cunt to see if she was wet, and she was - but it was entirely with sweat and fear. There wasn’t the slightest indication of any arousal at all, which I was delighted with. When I raped Sally, I’d have the best of both worlds - I’d effectively be dry-fucking the teenage sexpot to heighten her suffering, but my cock wouldn’t be in danger of irritation. I know many rapists like to get their victims to come, but not me. The more unwilling they are, the better, and really having to use force on the bitch turns me on a lot.

With that, I threw myself down on the helpless girl. She screamed through her gag as my rock-hard cock speared into her cunt, but I’d tied the gag so tight that the sound was barely audible, and she strained at her ropes, but those just dug deeper into her gorgeous teenage flesh. "You fucking little fucking bitch of a fucking slut’s slut!" I yelled into the schoolgirl’s face as I brutally raped her. "You deserve this, you really do!" I meant it - a girl of sixteen with E-cup tits who made fun of me was only going to end up in one place - bound and gagged on my bed, being raped.

My brutal assault continued for several minutes, during which I must have come a dozen times, staying rock hard throughout. I kneaded and slapped Sally’s huge breasts as I fucked her, causing her to yelp in pain through the gag, something that always made me laugh. Finally, I rolled off her, but there was no thought of untying her, or even of slightly loosening her bonds. Instead, I went to the bathroom, got changed, and then went out to the cinema. (The film was "Strange Days" - a pretty decent rape scene, but why the fuck couldn’t he have gagged the bitch properly instead of all this choke-collar crap?)

* * *

By the time I got home it was about eleven o’clock, and dark. I was quite tired, but needed to check the radio. It said that Sally had been reported missing, but that the police thought she might have run away from home, as there had been problems with her father being sent to jail for fraud. This was great - they were following totally wrong leads! I knew where the missing girl was, of course - when I turned on the spare bedroom light there was the curvaceous figure of Sally Fletcher, writhing in her cruel bondage. I was surprised to see the slut was still struggling - but that suited me - I like a girl with spirit as they say!

I had been intending to go to bed and get some well-earned sleep, but my tiredness evaporated at once with the sight of the feisty little vixen trying fruitlessly to escape. Instead I’d have a bit more fun with her. I ferreted about in a wardrobe and dug out a nice black silk cotton blindfold, which I tied securely across her eyes. Then, in went a couple of earplugs. Now Sal wouldn’t know when I was coming to fuck her. She was utterly, utterly helpless, and the thought made my head spin. I shook it off though - I wanted to experience every second of this!

I stood totally still for a couple of minutes, so that Sally would get the idea I’d gone out of the room. Then, without warning, SMACK! My open palm descended on her superb chest, making a lovely cracking sound. The reaction was immediate. The slut’s whole gorgeous body tensed and strained against the ropes that bound her so very, very tightly. The sight of the bonds cutting into her soft flesh was eye-popping, but I kept my concentration, and at her very tensest moment… SMACK! Another perfect handprint on her breast. SMACK! And again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I must have been slapping the bitch for ten minutes at least by the time I stopped. Her whole body, but especially those amazing orbs, was covered in red-raw handprints. They wouldn’t do any long-term damage, but they’d really have stung. I’d got it just right - I liked to hurt my girls a little, just for the hell of it, but not to really injure or mutilate them. How some people see any attraction in blood and guts I don’t know.

Of course, I was hardly going to stop at that. I took out one earplug. "Listen, Tits," I whispered into her ear. "That was nice and all that, but it was only the appetizer. Get ready for me to plug that lovely cunt of yours again!" Then I replaced the earplug, and tightened her bonds even further, hugely enjoying her muffled mews into the gag. After her beating, it was going to hurt like hell when I raped her - this really was going to be fantastic.

I suppose I should have played with her a bit, maybe having a good feel of those incredible tits (yeah, I know I go on about them, but you would too), but I was aroused beyond measure, and there was simply no stopping me. I hurled myself on her, and pumped my swollen cock in and out of her already abused cunt so hard I almost broke the bed. My tightly gagged sex slave could do nothing but scream in pain and terror, but her mouth was so well filled that hardly anything came out. On and on went the savage rape, far beyond anything Sally could have experienced before, until at last I reached such an explosive orgasm that I briefly blacked out.

When I came to, I was still spurting into the bitch. She was still fully conscious, but had stopped screaming, and instead made some extremely sexy pleading noises through the gag. "Not a chance, slut," I forestalled her pleas. "You remember what I said before - I’m not EVER going to let you go". And with that parting shot, I left the voluptuous schoolgirl writhing in her bondage and went off to bed. After all, Sally wasn’t going to go anywhere.

* * *

Seven years later, things are great. Sally’s still my sex slave. She’s by no means the only one these days - perhaps I’ll tell you about some of the others sometime, but she’s still got a special place in my heart. I still keep her bound and gagged virtually 24 hours a day, although I shift the cords around so I can see the rope marks. I’m delighted to say she’s never got used to the fact that she’s my slave, and still hates every second of it. And she still struggles very sexily indeed when I beat or fuck her. It’s what she was made for. It just goes to show I guess: some girls DO deserve everything they get.

—THE END—

Notes:

1) To readers unfamiliar with the British educational system, the "sixth form" means Years 12 and 13 (ages 16/17 and 17/18), when only those doing A Levels stay on at school.

2) The character "Sally Fletcher" is partially based on a character of the same name in the Australian soap opera "Home And Away". I don’t watch the show, but Kate Richie who plays her had a home sex video taken from her house and passed around, which can be found around the net if you look hard enough.

3) This is my first go at writing this sort of story. It probably shows.

4) Why did I write this story? Well, I got really fed up with a lot of the "rape" stories around elsewhere. Either they aren’t really rape at all, and the "victim" enjoys it, or they’re really unpleasant torture and mutilation "snuff" stories which do nothing for me. There are very few stories where the girl remains unwilling throughout but also in a halfway reasonable physical shape. So I wrote one, and you’ve just read it!

This rape story was written by Willailla

Amanda Forsyth, Mandy to her friends, stepped out of the
shower and began drying her dark blonde hair . She was a small
girl — five feet tall in her bare feet — with nice, jiggly breasts. Her
eyes were blue, set in a pretty, oval face with even white teeth. If
you saw her you would no doubt think of her as the typical
girl-next-door.

Sweet and friendly would be the impression you would get when
talking to her. There was a sexy kind of innocence about her, a
feeling that she was available underneath all the sweetness, an
impression derived in large part by her accommodating nature.
One sensed that it was insecurity or, perhaps, low-self -esteem at
the bottom of her need to be pleasing, and this vulnerability, like a
magnet, attracted a wide variety of hungry males.

She lived on the top floor of an old three-storied brick a few
blocks away from the university where she was a sophomore.

This morning it was raining, and she was feeling depressed. But
it wasn’t the rain that bothered her. She was two months behind on
her rent. It wasn’t really that big of a problem. She could get the
money from her parents if she had to, but she didn’t like always
having to ask them for things. She was nineteen. Soon she would
be twenty. She needed to be more independent.

She didn’t have enough credits to substitute teach yet, and
anyway subbing wasn’t steady enough to rely on. She was
supposed to get some kind of gofer job at the college library, but
they wouldn’t notify her for another two weeks. And then there
was her essay for English class due Monday, and she hadn’t even
gotten her thesis statement stated clearly, plus all the other stuff she
had to do for her other classes. And, on top of it all, she’d had
another argument with her boyfriend, Brad. He hadn’t called in
two days.

She was really feeling down.

She brushed her teeth, making faces in the mirror, slipped on
her white, terry cloth robe and blow-dried her hair, teased and
bushed it until it had a healthy sheen.

~

While she sat lotus-legged on the sofa trying to compose her
essay someone knocked at the door. She padded barefoot down the
oak-floored hallway with a sexy little bounce and opened the door.

It was Greg and Larry.

“Hi, guys.”

“What’s up? Come in?” Greg asked.

“Sure, why not?”

Both of the tanned youths were wearing tie-dyed, tank tops,
khaki cargo shorts and joggers. Their eyes were bleary, and she
could smell grass. Larry, slender, dark with blue eyes, was holding
a six-pack, minus one, by the plastic ring.

“Whacha doin’?” Greg asked, flopping his muscular, six-two
frame on the sofa and picking up the notepad she had been writing
her essay on.

“Don’t ask. I’ll scream.”

“Bad day, huh?”

“Yes.”

She pinched her lips and raised her shoulders in a helpless
I’m-at-my-wits-end gesture.

Greg smiled.

Leaving a cushion space between them, she resumed her lotus
position on the sofa pushing the hem of her robe down between her
thighs.

Larry scrunched his lanky body into a vinyl recliner that her
brother and father had hauled up from down home in the country
in a pickup truck a couple of semesters ago.

He tugged a beer loose from its plastic ring.

She shook her head.

He handed it to Greg.

“Got some weed.”

Tempted, she shook her head.

He shook out a half-smoked joint from a crumbled cigarette
pack, lit it and inhaled deeply, hanging it off to Greg.

“You still goin’ with what’s-its- name?” Larry asked, his voice
strained with the effort of holding the smoke in his lungs.

“Brad. Yep.”

“That’s a record for you, ain’t it?” Greg smiled.

“It’s been six months,” she answered, without enthusiasm.

“What’s the matter, finally startin’ to cool a bit?” he teased,
lightheartedly. He glanced at Larry. “I told you.”

“Told him what?” she asked.

“I told him it would fizzle out in a few months, is all. Like all the
others.”

“It’s not ‘fizzling’ out,” she replied, a little miffed because she
felt there was some truth to what he said.

“Aw, bet it is, Mandy. Six months is about your limit with any
guy. Before I met you you’d dated some guy named Peter, or
something, for three months. Before that this asshole [he nodded at
Larry] for four months. Then me for about the same. And how
many since me? Five? Six? You’re one of those women who’re in
love with being in love. No man will ever satisfy you. You’re
looking for something that doesn’t exist. After Brad it’ll be
someone else and after that someone else.”

“You make it sound pretty bleak,” she replied.

Greg smiled, raising his eyebrow teasingly.

“Not for us. You’re a man’s woman, that’s all. It’s your destiny.
You’re insatiable.”

There was a pause in the conversation while that sank in.

Then Larry spoke.

“You still behind on your bills?” He asked with a casualness that
seemed forced.

Mandy nodded.

“Rent, utilities, car payment . . . you name it. Why?”

Larry gave Greg a significant look.

“Wanna make five hundred bucks?”

“How?”

“Guy we know,” Greg cut in, “asked us if we knew a girl who’d
be willing to make a porn flick.”

“You. Are. Kidding. Right?”

“No. Amateur stuff. Couple of hours. That’s it.”

“You. Are. Serious.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, what if my parents saw it, hotshot?

Larry pressed his lips in mock sarcasm.

“Oh, yeah, and your parents watch a lot of porn, do they? Uh,
huh. And even if they did, this isn’t going be in theaters or
Blockbuster, babe. It’ll just be on video advertised in sleazy little,
specialty brochures. There’s no chance in hell anyone you know
will ever see it. And . . . it . . . is . . . eee zzz muun knee.”

“God, how’d you two ever come up with this?”

“Earl, the gimp that limps around campus with a cane dealing
drugs; he’s into all kinds of shit; knows people who’re into this kind
of shit.”

“Seems kinda crazy, guys.”

“Money’s up front; so you know you’re not gonna get ripped
off.”

Mandy thought about it, eyes wide, unfocused.

“Mmmm, this is crazy; I, uuuh, don’t . . . knooow — seriously?”

“As a heart attack,” Greg cut in. “Come on, Mandy. You’ve got
the bod for it. And it’s easy money; it’s not like you’d be doing it
with strangers. It’s nothing you haven’t done dozens of times
before with me and Larry. The only difference this time is you’ll
get five hundred bucks to do it. Pay a lot of bills.”

“Sounds too weird,” Mandy muttered, knitting her brow as she
considered it. “If . . . I . . . did, Brad can’t find out.”

“Well, hell, we’re not gonna tell him.” Larry replied with a
short, barking laugh, glancing at Greg for mutual confirmation.
Greg nodded along absently as he sucked on the joint.

“He’ll never know.”

“If you decide,” Larry continued, “we can get the up-front
money tomorrow morning, shoot the damn thing and be done by
two or three in the afternoon.”

“I need some time to think about it. But only if you can get the
money up-front? Otherwise no deal.”

Both youths nodded.

“Cause, guys, I really need the money.”

Suddenly a phone rang, and hopping up, Mandy padded toward
the kitchen door, combing her fingers through her hair, then
shaking it out. Her hips strained provocatively against the terry
cloth.

Greg looked at Larry and grinned.

They could hear the soft, feminine murmuring of her voice as
she talked over the phone but couldn’t tell what she was saying.

Larry leaned toward Greg and whispered tersely:

“We gotta get her off the phone before something changes her
mind.”

Greg nodded, got up and headed toward the kitchen.

She was leaning with her hip cocked against the kitchen counter,
the receiver held against her left ear while the first two fingers of
her right hand rubbed at her throat. The tie-belt of her robe had
loosened letting the neckline droop, revealing a nice glimpse of
cleavage.

She gave him an irritated look, spoke a few more words into the
receiver, then placed it back into the wall cradle.

Greg stepped up against her placing his hands on her hips.

“That was Brad. He’s coming over later,” she said.

She turned her face seeking to avert the kiss he placed softly on
her neck. The skin was soft, warm and tender and smelled of talc
and lilac soap.

“You know what?” Greg said softly, grasping her chin between
his thumb and forefinger and turning her face back to him.

“No, what?” she answered, mild anger and sadness mixing her
tone. Her eyes suddenly held the look of a trusting child that had
been hurt and disappointed one too many times.

“We could get married.”

She gave him a sour look.

“Why now? You never wanted to when we were going
together.”

“That was then, this is now.”

“Too late.” Her eyes were sad.

“Last chance,” he said, adopting a less serious tone. “I won’t
offer again.”

He lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter
and opened her robe so that only her shoulders were covered.

“Don’t –” she murmured softly.

“Just take a second,” he said.

He licked and sucked on her nipples and tits while dropping his
shorts. He spread her legs apart and pushed his tingling cock
through the mat of short hairs into the tight grip of her cunt.

It was over quickly. A few sharp thrust.

When he withdrew she came down off the counter, jerked the
robe around her and marched toward the bathroom.

Drops of cum glistened on the tiled floor.

“Where’s Mandy?” Larry asked, when Greg sauntered back
into the living room.

Greg grinned and nodded toward the bathroom.”

Larry pulled off his top and shorts. Naked he walked toward the
bathroom, his large cock jutting before him like the figurehead on
the prow of an old sailing ship.

~

There was a knock on the door. Brad.

They were lying on her bed.

Larry placed his hand over her mouth. He had his cock in her
ass. Greg had his cock in her cunt.

There wasn’t any need for the hand over her mouth, she
reasoned; she couldn’t have called out and let Brad find her in bed
with two ex-boyfriends.

He called her name several times — but not too loudly — and
knocked several more times.

There was silence for awhile.

Was he listening to the sounds Greg and Larry made as they
worked their cocks in and out of her? Of the bed creaking?

The hand smothered her.

Then there was the shuffling sound of Brad’s footsteps going
down the stairs.

Angry? Hesitant? Hurt? She couldn’t tell.

~

Late in the morning, rain-dappled windshield, Greg pulled his
yellow Camaro up in front of a one story frame house in a run
down subdivision. Mandy sat in the back. Larry shotgun.

Greg shut the engine off, got out and went to the front door.
After several knocks a barefoot, skinny geek with thick glasses
wearing a black T-shirt and jeans opened the door.

Mandy had seen him around campus. He was the one everybody
called the ‘Gimp’.

Greg high-fived him and went inside.

In the living room they passed a frumpy, old woman in a dirty
slip lying on a threadbare sofa, a couple of empties lying on a
ringed coffee table piled with junk magazines and an overflowing
ashtray. A small, snot-nosed girl sat cross legged on a dirty carpet
mesmerized by a cartoon flashing on a large TV screen.

The Gimp led him into a rear room filled with all kinds of
expensive computer equipment, printers, scanners, etc. and shut the
door behind them.

The static of a police scanner punctuated the silent spaces
occasionally.

“Ray, my man, I need five queer.”

Ray lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes.

“Cost you a note good.”

“Well, look, man, I’m just gonna need it for a prop . . . few
hours; I can have it back to you before this evening.”

The Gimp pressed his lips together in a grimace that forced his
cheeks up.

“I’m not run’n a fuckin’ pawnshop.”

Greg exhaled between clenched teeth.

“Aw, man, com’on, I’ll have the shit back to you this evening?”

“Yeah, right. Fuck you. I wasn’t born yesterday, asshole. I’m
not in this for my health. You got a hundred or not?”

Greg shrugged and drew out a bill. Normally he would have
played it harder, but he was eager to get going.

The Gimp took the hundred and held it up against the ceiling
light for thread. After he was satisfied, he went to a small kiln
setting on a stainless-steel table, opened the door and took out a
stack of bills.

“Only deal in ones, fives, tens and twenties for local shit,” he
said. “Fifties and hundreds will get your ass caught in no time.”

He counted out a wad of money and shoved it into Greg’s hand.

~

Mandy counted the money piled in her lap as Greg gunned the
Camaro out of town toward the country.

“Why can’t we film it at my place?” Mandy asked, as she shoved
the bills into her patch-work purse. She was wearing an ankle-
length, paisley skirt with a black, long-sleeved, thin sweater and
penny loafers. Her blonde hair was fixed up in a loose bun.

“Ah, we want something different,” Greg said, glancing into the
rearview mirror at her.

Larry had taken out a video camera from a leather case and was
taping her. She squinted against the bright light. Their bodies
swayed from side to side as the car rounded tight curves. The
windshield wipers fought an endless, barely audible battle with the
raindrops. The tires swished over the rainswept country lane.
They occasionally passed small farm houses. Invariably there
would be the yapping bark of a hound, a brief chase; then quiet
woods would engulf them; once in a while they would cross a
rattling, loose-planked bridge over a brown, swollen creek rushing
and foaming headlong over large, smooth rocks and fallen limbs.

“Yeah, just about every porn flick you see is shot in somebody’s
fucking bedroom. It’s boring,” Larry said, still holding the camera
on her.

Greg agreed. “Fucking, in and of itself, is not all that exciting;
there has to be something more to it than just that.”

“Well, where are we going?” Mandy asked, glancing sideways
to keep her eyes averted from the bright camera light.

“There’s an old deserted barn up a ways. It’ll make a great set,”

“Take your clothes off, Mandy,” Larry said, framing her face in
the camera lens.

“What, now?”

“Yeah, it’s all right; we’re almost there; you can scoot down if
we pass somebody.”

She sighed, rolled her eyes, then began unbuttoning the sweater
while Larry continued to tape her.

When she was naked Larry told her to roll everything up into
her skirt and hand it to him.

“The shoes, too,” he added. “Leave the purse.”

When she handed him the bundle he opened the window and
threw it out.

“Larry! What are you doing? That’s my clothes. Stop the car,
Greg!”

Larry taped her reaction, zooming in close to catch the shocked
expression, the anger, the confusion.

“Don’t worry; you won’t be needing them any longer.”

“Whata you mean? I can’t go home naked.”

“You’re not going home, Mandy. We’re gonna kill you,” Greg
said, grinning at her over his shoulder.

Larry caught the look of terror that crossed her pretty face on
tape. Priceless! He moved the camera up and down her naked
body catching every delectable curve, the blonde hairs of her pussy,
the belly button, the full breasts, the pink nipples, the hollow of her
delicate throat and tender cheeks, the terror and fear mixing in her
eyes.

His dick stiffened in his canvas shorts.

They hid the car in some woods.

She didn’t struggle or protest, except for a whining, pleading
sound made deep in her throat as Larry taped her wrists together.

They walked down an overgrown lane. Greg held her upper
arm. He kissed her occasionally, tasting her. Rain misted through
the leaves of the trees settling on hair, like tiny crystals. Larry
walked behind, filming them from under an umbrella.

In an open field beyond the woods they came to a sway-backed
barn, its gray, oak planks black in the rain. Far off in the distance
a tractor moved, insect-like, toward the horizon and disappeared
over a hump. Barn swallows fluttered about.

Inside, half the roof rotted open to the pale sky. Bales of stale,
gray hay had been stacked and forgotten in what had once been a
corn crib.

“Fuck her,” Larry said, holding his camera on Mandy.

Greg took off his clothes. He made her lie down on a bale and,
holding her wrists over her head, got between her legs and stuck his
swollen cock in her.

She grimaced, her eyes fixed on the camera, then she turned her
face away. He kissed her; he slapped her until she kissed him back.
She moved her hips up to meet his thrusts. From the exertion, her
face and breasts became tinged with a pink blush as blood filled
capillaries near the surface of her skin.

When he was through, Greg stood and milked his dick over her.
She licked a fleck of cum from her lips.

Greg took the camera while Larry fucked her; then they sat the
camera up to film both of them fucking her.

In a corner Greg found a length of greasy, yellow, nylon rope
running through the eyelets of a tattered, blue tarp. He tied one
end around her neck then looped the other over a crossbeam. He
dragged the hay bale to a clear spot and had her stand on it while
he secured the other end of the rope to a vertical support.

He cut the tape binding her wrists, then set fire to the bale with a
lighter.

Frantically, Mandy struggled to unloosen the knot Greg had
tied, but it was too tight. As the fire built, the half-rotted baling
twine snapped causing the bale to break up under her weight.

She cried out, skipping about on tiptoes, her eyes wide with
terror. She begged and pleaded while Larry caught it all on tape.

“Aaaaaggghh!” she choked out, then screamed as flames drew
near, licking at the delectable flesh of her feet and thighs.

She could swing or burn; there was no other choice.

Suddenly the bale collapsed leaving her suspended in mid air.
She clawed at her neck where the coarse nylon dug into the
stretching, tender flesh. She gagged; a vomit sound — urgent,
primordial, unintelligible — gargled up from her throat. There was
a strangled cry. A squealing whine.

She gripped the rope and eased her weight by pulling up, but
there was no escape from the flames that licked her flesh. Her
pussy hairs burst into flames singeing her belly. Her feet began to
blister. She raised her legs up only to expose her ass to the hot,
burning flames. There was a sizzling sound as fat burst into flames.
She jerked spastically, like someone being electrocuted. Her hands
lost their grip; her legs dropped; her eyes stared lifelessly; her limp
body swung back and forth. Slowly . . . then stopped. She began to
cook . . . .

They dragged her to a hole they had dug several days previously
and dumped her into it and covered her over.

On the drive back each youth was lost in his own private
thoughts. Occasionally they glanced at each other and grinned.
They’d done it; it was on tape, and as long as it was on tape they
could replay Mandy’s torment . . . replay it scores of years from
now, long after they were old men and the world had forgotten that
a pretty, young college girl by the name of Mandy had ever lived.

Grear rape story by The Falcon

My name is Sabrina. I’m 17 years old, and I live in the suburbs of a major Southern California city, in a fairly middle-class neighbourhood. What happened to me last year nearly caused me to have a nervous breakdown. After seeing a court appointed physiatrist for seven months. I was convinced that by writing down what happened to me, might be the best therapy. My Doctor explained to me that by writing the down the events would be a way of venting off my frustrations and fears. I have to say that what really bothered me so much wasn’t so much the actual rape that hurt me, but it was the deception I was put through, throughout the ordeal that caused the most pain, but I’ll save that for last.

Here’s what happened: I was walking home from my friend Stacey’s house. We were on Summer vacation. It was on Wednesday, September 22nd to be exact – almost one year ago today. I’ll never forget that date. It was pretty hot that day, so Stacey offered to give me ride home. But I decided to walk since she only lives a few blocks away. It was about 1:00 p.m. I would have stayed later, but I promised my Mom I’d be home early. We were going to drive out to my Aunt and Uncle’s house that afternoon. I hadn’t seen my cousin Emily in over a year, so I was looking forward to seeing her.

Just as I turned the corner and passed the first house, something hit me across the side of my head. Whatever it was, knocked me out cold. The next thing I remember was waking up in a dark room. The floor was concrete, and there was only a single light bulb shining on the ceiling. The walls were painted black, or maybe dark blue, I really couldn’t tell. I noticed a television set mounted on the wall, near the ceiling. It was turned off. Next to it was a speaker, the kind they use at the parks and stuff to announce baseball and soccer games. I could hear the humming sound of an air conditioning unit running, and the room was cool – a sharp contrast to the hot summer heat I had just been out in. I looked around trying to figure out where the door was, but I couldn’t find one. I remember starting to panic. I was breathing fast, my head hurt and I had no idea where I was. Then suddenly, a voice came from the speaker. It sounded like it was computer enhanced or something – it was deep and had kind of a buzzing sound to it.

Welcome to my dungeon Sabrina" The voice said.

"Who are you, what do want?" I asked. Now my heart was really pounding. Someone had kidnapped me, and I remember thinking that they were going to kill me.

"Do not worry about who, or what I am Sabrina. Your only concern from this day forward is doing EXACTLY what I say"

"The voice wasn’t at all familiar, who could it be" I wondered. But whoever it was, knew my name. "Okay, this just a sick joke" I thought to myself. "Okay, jokes over, who is this?" I asked, trying to laugh it off, and maybe break the tension of the situation.

"This is NOT a joke Sabrina" the voice boomed. "You WILL do as I say, and only as I say. Do you understand me?"

"Ya, I do" I responded. The whole situation was just crazy I thought, - the way he talked sounded like some guy that spent too much time watching B class movies – it just seemed so corny.

"The rules are quite simple. Unless you follow my orders, you will get no food, no water, no light and no fresh air."

Suddenly, the room darkened, and the cool air that had been filling the room ceased. Although it didn’t instantly get hot, I could sense it would soon be stifling in there. The summer temperatures in this part of the country can easily reach 110° during the day. That got my attention immediately. "Please, no…don’t do that. I’ll be good" I said.

"Click", the light went on, and the fan resumed blowing the cool breeze into the dimly lit room I was held captive in.

"Take off your clothes Bitch, ….NOW!" the voice said.

"Please, don’t. Don’t make me do that" I pleaded.

"Click", off went the light and fan again.

"Okay okay" I said.

As I started to take my blouse off, more lights went on. It was two of those double fluorescent tube lights like everyone uses in their garage and stuff. The room was pretty lit-up now, and I could see a small mirror on one of the walls. For some reason I just knew it was one of those two way mirrors that you can see through. Just to make sure, I started to turn away from it, and my suspicion was answered.

"Turn back and face the mirror, ….I want to see you" the voice yelled out.

Turning back towards the mirror, I continued to unbutton my top. As I removed it, I could hear breathing sounds from the speaker, and I could almost feel his eyes roaming over my body. I’m sure the pervert was pleased to see that I decided not to wear a bra that day.

"Touch yourself" the voice ordered.

"Rub your hands over your breasts…..pinch your nipples" he continued.

I remember thinking "What kind of sick fucker would do this kind of thing". But in the situation I was in, I didn’t have much to say about it, so I did as he told me.

I slowly raised my hands to my breasts, and gently rubbed them, tweaking my nipples from time to time, just as I was told.

"I like your breasts….the way they stand up so firm and soft looking….pinch your nipples again. That’s it Sabrina….you’re doing fine. Now take off your skirt"

"PPP please, I, I……"

All the lights went out again, and the fan stopped. I decided that I’d wait and see what this asshole would do if I didn’t respond this time. After nearly thirty minutes of standing there in the darkness, the room started getting hot, really hot. The summer heat had replaced the cool air, and it was getting hard to breathe. I stood there waiting for him to say something else, but he remained quite. After another thirty minutes the room was so stuffy and hot I thought I was going to pass out. My head was getting light, and sweat was dripping off my face.

"OKAY, OKAY" I called out, You win"

"That’s better Sabrina. Now, next time you fuck with me, I’ll turn on the heater, and bake your ass right there where you stand, do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, I understand" I replied.

"Now, take off the skirt like I said"

I reached back, and pulled down the zipper on my skirt, and started to slip out of it.

"Turn around Sabrina" the voice said.

I turned around and continued to remove my skirt. It was a little tight, so I had to wiggle my butt to get it off, which I’m sure didn’t bother the pervert at all. Since I almost always wear skimpy underwear, this didn’t help my situation either.

"Oh ya, Sabrina. You have such a nice ass" he commented. "Squeeze it for me"

Not wanting to piss him off again, I did as I was told. I reached around and grabbed my butt cheeks, and gave them a little squeeze.

"Now turn around" he ordered.

"and face me again".

As I did, I could hear him breathing heavily in the speaker.

" Probably jacking off" I thought to myself.

"You have such a nice pussy mound Sabrina….uhh, uhh, uhh…. I like the way your panties cut into your cunt meat…uhh, uhh, uhh… I just love camel toe…..uhh, uhh, uhh…." he panted between his sick, perverted comments. "Pull them up tight, …pull your panties tight against your cunt Sabrina"

"What a fucking sick-o" I thought. Reaching under the waistband, I grabbed them, and pulled them up tight as I was told.

"Tighter, …harder" he ordered.

I pulled so hard, I thought they were going to tear. The material dug into my crotch, and ass. It hurt, but I knew if didn’t do as I was told, I’d be punished again.

"Stick your hand in your panties, and finger yourself" he whispered.

"Please, please… don’t make me….."

The room instantly went dark, and the fan stopped again.

"Oh shit" I thought to myself.

"I didn’t want to bake in that hell hole again"

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry" I called out to him.

Just then the lights and fan turned back on. This asshole had me just where he wanted me, and he knew it.

I stuck my hand into the front of my panties, and pushed it down between my legs.

"Now finger yourself, Sabrina"

Running my middle finger up and down my vagina, soon had me getting wet. Pretty soon, I found my finger slipping in and out as I got wetter and wetter with each stroke. My clitoris was starting to get puffy and sensitive. I had almost forgotten that I was being forced to masturbate, and I knew an orgasm wasn’t far off if I didn’t quit doing this pretty soon. Not wanting this bastard to get his way, I stopped.

"Keep going Sabrina, make yourself cum" he ordered.

"The son-of-a-bitch was reading my mind", I thought.

"How could he know what was happening?" Looking down, it was clear. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and my juice’s were running down my leg. I decided that I might as well finish the job I had started. Besides, he’d probably punish me, and I’d end up doing it anyway. So, I let my mind wander, and resumed my masturbation as he watched me through the two-way mirror. I could hear his breathing getting faster and faster, and soon my orgasm was building in my body.

"Oh ya" I moaned softly, as I started cumming. "Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaah" I breathed, as the orgasm swept over me like a warm breeze. My legs trembled as I came.

"Ughhhhh yaaaaa, I’m cumming Sabrina…..ohhhh yaaaaa…. in my hand ……ohhhh, Sabrina, I’m cumming…..ooohhhh" the voice trembled over the loud speaker.

"My warm sperm is all over my cock and hand Sabrina." he told me.

It’s embarrassing to admit it now, but I actually came again as I heard him telling me that. I don’t know why, but the images of some unknown man cumming in his hand while watching me masturbate, turned me on like I never would have dreamed. I used to think that guys’ jacking off was disgusting, but this time it seemed very erotic to me.

After I finished, I had to sit down afterwards. So without saying a word, I did. The bright lights dimmed, but the air conditioning and single light bulb stayed on. A few minutes passed, then a small door below the mirror opened, and a large pitcher of water and a cup was pushed into the room on a platter, then it closed.

I was so thirsty, I ran over and picked up the pitcher and drank from it. As I stood there next to the mirror, I tried to look in, but it was too dark to see anything inside. I walked over and sat against the wall, and quickly fell fast asleep.

It must have been a couple hours later, when I heard the voice again.

"Wake up Sabrina, it’s time to get up now" he said.

As I laid there in nothing but my socks and panties, I wondered what time it was, and would he let me go now. Looking around the room, I quickly noticed that someone (obviously the pervert that held me) had placed a bench in the middle of the room, and my blouse and skirt were gone. On the bench was a black cloth head band.

"Go over and sit on the bench Sabrina" the voice said.

"And put the headband over your face like a blindfold" As I slipped the black band over my head, I wondered if I’d ever see my parents again.

"Was this it, was he going to kill me now?" I thought.

I heard the sound of a lock, and then another sound, like wood being slid across concrete. I could here footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I remember jumping as I felt his hands touch my breasts – they were cool. I was so scared I was trembling with fear as they slid up over my shoulders, and down my back. Then I felt his legs between mine. They were pushing my legs apart. One of his hands was now on my thigh, the other was stroking my hair. I could feel him bend over, then kneel down between my legs. His breath was hot against the inside of my thigh. Then I felt his tongue lick my leg. He started at my knee, and worked his way up towards my crotch. I remember it like it was yesterday. I felt like smacking him across the head, and running….but I had no place to run to. It was so frustrating, and scary, I started to cry.

"Don’t worry Sabrina, I’m not going to hurt you,…. if you do what I say" he assured me.

It was the first time I had actually heard his voice, without it going through the speaker that is. He sounded much younger, even though he tried to make his voice sound deep and gruff.

"Please, I’ll do what you want, but just don’t rape me." I begged him.

Without warning, he smacked me across the face.

"I make the rules here Sabrina! You just keep your mouth shut, and do what I say" he yelled.

Oh shit, I can still remember how much it hurt, but I didn’t say a word. My cheek tingled and it felt hot afterwards. Then I remember him reaching up and kissing me on the cheek. Then he moved back between my legs, and continued licking me down there. As he moved closer to my vagina, I remember thinking about something really stupid at the time. I wondered if I was clean, did I smell nice? I know that sounds stupid now, but that’s what I thought right then.

"Ummmm", he moaned as his tongue brushed across my labia, then it darted inside of me.

I couldn’t help myself, I spread my legs wider, allowing him easier access to my pussy. I realized that lust was taking over, and I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. But I didn’t care, it felt good. His licking got more and more intense as he continued. Soon his tongue was pushing deep into me, causing me get wetter and wetter as he did.

"I’m gonna fuck your pussy now Sabrina" he whispered.

I didn’t resist as he moved in closer, and pushed his penis up against my vagina.

"Ugh… Shit" he groaned as he pushed himself into me.

His penis was bigger that I had felt before. Although, I had only been with two other guys before, so I’m probably not the best judge of men’s cocks. It made me feel full, like he was stuffing himself into me, not just sliding it in like the other guys had done before. As he started pumping his cock into me, I felt warm inside, and in a strange way, like he cared about me. I soon found myself enjoying it – although I couldn’t let him know that.

"Ohhhh ya, ohhhh ya" he groaned, pumping faster and faster.

I sensed he was getting close to cumming because he was breathing pretty deep and fast. Part of me just wanted him to cum, and get it over with, but the other part of me wanted him to screw me senseless.

"Oh fuck" he grunted.

I felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of me as his orgasm hit him. His warm semen began filling my vagina, and coating my insides with his seed. As he continued pumping his cum into me, it started running down the inside of my thighs, and onto the wooden bench I was sitting on.

"Uhhhhh God" he moaned. Then holding onto my waist, he pulled me tight against him, pushing his cock in deeper, and he held me there as if to make sure his semen stayed inside of me.

After a few minutes, he let his cock slip out, and stood up in front of me. He touched my breast again, and lightly squeezed it. Then I heard him leave the room. I was startled when I heard his voice again on the speaker.

"Your pussy is nice Sabrina. It felt good to cum in you" he commented.

"You can take off the blindfold now".

As I removed the band from my head, the light hurt my eyes,. It took several minutes for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. I heard a click, then the television set turned on with a loud hissing on the speaker. A few seconds later, the hissing sound was replaced with music, then the picture came into focus. It was a low budget porn film. The opening scene was a close-up of a busty blond girl from the waist up. She was gyrating and moaning in a really exaggerated way. As the camera moved down, you could see that she was riding some fat, hairy guy with a moustache. Then the camera moved in on his cock – it was huge.

I still remember thinking "How could she take all that in her, without it hurting". But she rode him like that for five minutes. Then, I couldn’t believe what happened next. She got on her hands and knees, and this guy stuck that thing in her ass. Oh my God, I couldn’t believe it! After he came all over her back, the scene changed to a gang bang. This little brunette was doing three guys at once. You know, one in every hole. Well, I don’t mean to go on and on about this, so I’ll move on now.

This porno film played for about an hour, then more X rated films followed. This went on for hours. The sound of moaning women and guys groaning and grunting filled the room. I tried not to watch, but it was hard. The room wasn’t well lit, and the only thing I could do was sit there on the bench and wait for something to happen. I hate to admit it, but after a while I started getting pretty horny. I thought about touching myself, but I didn’t know if I was being watched. Just then, I heard his voice on the speaker again.

"I have something I thought you might want to see, Sabrina. Look at the monitor"

Looking up, I was in shock. There I was, on the screen. The bastard had video taped the whole thing. He must have had several cameras hidden in the room, because there were shots from a least three angles that I can remember. One was a close-up pointed down from the ceiling, and it was looking right down between us. You could see his cock between my legs as he screwed me. "The fucking bastard" I thought. It was bad enough that he raped me, but to video tape the whole thing – how brazen!

"Fuck you, you bastard" I yelled out.

Suddenly the lights, the fan and even the T.V. shut off. I was so pissed I decided that I wouldn’t cave-in this time. I sat there for about two hours in the blazing heat. I had no water, no light and nothing but a hard bench to sit on. Even the concrete floor was hot. Another hour or so passed. My naked body was covered in sweet. My mouth was so dry, it felt like I had cotton in it. I started getting a headache like never before. I couldn’t take much more. Another twenty minutes passed, and I gave up.

"PLEASE" I yelled out, "No more, you win"

"That’s better Sabrina" the voice buzzed,

"Now, tell me something….do you want me again?" he asked.

I was broken, and weak from the intense heat and lack of water. "Yes….I want you" I replied.

The lights and fan turned back on, then I heard the sound of water running, and suddenly cool water showered down from the ceiling in the corner of the room. Looking up I could see that the end of a garden hose had been stuck down through a small crack in the wooden ceiling. It was like finding a spring in the middle of the desert. I rushed over and stood beneath it, letting the water cool my overheated body. I remember cupping my hands under the flow of water, and drinking it like it was the last I’d ever get. A few minutes passed, and the water stopped. I slumped to the floor, and let the last drops hit me in the face. It felt so good to sit there on the wet floor.

"Put the blindfold on Sabrina, and get on your knees" he ordered.

I was so relieved that I had gotten a drink of water, and showered, I didn’t resist. Slipping on the blindfold, I turned towards the wood bench, and bent over it like I was told.

As he entered the room, he commented: "That’s a good Bitch, Sabrina. You’re learning".

I could feel his cool hands once again touching my body. He ran them in circles, over my ass, and down my thighs and onto my calves.

"You have nice legs Sabrina, I like touching you" he breathed.

Then I felt him move closer to me – his legs were between mine, and I felt his cock touching the back of my leg as he positioned himself. Then he held it in his hand and began rubbing it up and down my pussy slit. Apparently he thought I’d get all hot and bothered if he did that, but I didn’t. I then heard him spit, and he smeared it over his cock. I was disgusted, but what could I do. Then he pushed his penis up against my vagina, and forced it in.

"Ow, ouh" I cried. But he didn’t stop – he couldn’t care less if he hurt me.

"Oh ya Sabrina, your pussy is so tight – I just love fucking it" he said.

At the time, I remember thinking "What the hell is this "fucking it" shit! Is he fucking me, or just my pussy? What an asshole!" I don’t know why it bothered it me, but it did. He screwed me for about twenty minutes, then he started to cum again.

"Oh Fuck, Sabrina, I’m gonna cum my load in you, you cunt. I’m gonna fucking shoot my sperm in your young pussy and make a baby" he grunted.

I didn’t want to disappoint the bastard, but I was on the pill, so getting me pregnant wasn’t an concern for me – I just wanted this asshole to get his nut, and get off of me as soon as possible. My wish came true – a few seconds later, and he shot his load in me.

"Ughhhhh….Yes" he groaned,

"I’m cummmming…yaaaa"

I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his sperm in me. I felt like I was just a cum hole…a place to shoot his sperm, nothing more. As his dick softened, it slipped out, and big glob of his slimy semen dripped out of me, and landed on the floor. It was so quite in the room you could hear it splat on the concrete floor. A couple seconds passed, and he got up and patted me on the ass.

"Thanks Sabrina, …You’re a good piece of ass" he said.

I didn’t say a word as he left me kneeling there on the floor, with my blindfold still on. After I heard the sound of the lock being set, I got up and removed the blindfold, and sat on the bench. It was gross…his sperm leaked out of me, and I was sitting in a puddle of gooey cum, yuck!

As I sat there wondering how long I’d be held here, I heard a strange sound. It was like a pounding sound…but it was distant, like it was coming from another room. It went on for several minutes, then it stopped. "How strange", I thought. Then suddenly, I heard men’s voices yelling something to one another.

"In here, in here….She must be in here" the voice called out.

"What the hell", I thought. "Who was this?"

"Boom, BOOM!" the door crashed in like thunder. It scared the crap out of me. I jumped back, and almost fell over the wood bench as two figures burst into the room. It was two police officers…they came to save me.

One officer quickly removed his uniform shirt, and handed it to me.

"Here, take this" he said.

"We have the pervert in the house, its going to be alright" the other officer assured me.

As they walked me out of the dark, boarded-up room, and into the living-room of a house, I realized that I was being held in nothing more than a converted garage. Stepping outside, I looked around and started crying. This whole time I was just around the corner from Stacey’s house. Then I saw the pervert who kidnapped and raped me in the back seat of the Police car. He was a punk kid from my school. He’s just a 16 year old jerk that decided this would be something fun to do. His fucking low-life parents were the ones that gave him permission to convert their garage into this sick dungeon. Although, in court they testified that he had told them he was setting it up as a combination dark room, and a place for his supposed band to practice in. Yea, right! I’m sure they never checked it out.

Anyway, the asshole only got a year in juvenile hall, and two years probation for what he did to me. I guess the doctor was right, I’m feeling a little better now that I’ve written this down. What makes me feel even better though is that I heard that he got raped in the ass by a bunch of guys the first week he was in jail. I laughed when I heard that. Plus, I’ve already developed a plan of revenge of my own, so I may be getting even some day.

Rape Story by LaJan

Melissa couldn’t believe it. There was no way – no fucking way – Jeff could be this crude, this insensitive, this fucking rude! Here, in front of all her friends, her jock ex-boyfriend was acting like all other jocks and ignoring her while he ‘hit on’ one of the slutty cheerleaders. He actually had his hand under her top, visibly fondling her breasts! And, not that just her friends were here to see this spectacle – oh no. He had to pull this juvenile, macho stunt right in the middle of the most important day of her life: her first college dance: a “prom night”! (Not truly a prom, this was one of the collage’s theme dances, allowing students to relive the proms they had before or enjoy a first one if they had been passed over in the past). People she never ever bothered to look at twice were now snickering at her, some pointing and she was caught there – pinned by their stares – reduced to nothing more than another used up trophy on another jock-pig’s trophy case. And it had all started out so promising with Jeff, too.

~ ~ ~

Almost four months ago, they’d met in the library and he had started up a conversation with her. Melissa was cute but not one of those “fake beauties” the jocks usually went for. No, she was purely, simply pretty with a figure and poise of the dancer she was. Her liberal arts degree was within grasp and she already had plans arranged for her employment after graduation. Her youthful good looks were going to assure her of a promising career in dance. Added to those skills were her naturally taking to the uneven bars and floor gymnastics, which would make a high school substitute’s job something to fall back on between dance shows. Long brown hair was her only standout feature but it framed a face that was lovely even in its simplicity. Her breasts were rather large for a woman who had worked out as much as she had and her medium height made for a striking presence. But none of the jocks gave her a second glance because she looked far too studious to be the kind of fun they were looking for. They wanted sluts get their needs satisfied and they found plenty at college where, unlike high school, the girls were more willing to seriously experiment with their sexuality. But there was a jock standing next to her and he was interested in talking to her and her alone!

They barely got started before they were tossed from the library for talking and laughing. Melissa didn’t even notice she was ignoring her badly needed French studies, mandatory classes where, unlike physical ones, she usually struggled. And Jeff obviously didn’t care whatsoever so they sat on the lawn beside the library and talked for hours. By the time the library closed, they were in full darkness and both needed to get home. And like one of Melissa’s most precious dreams, Jeff moved to her slowly and took her into his arms. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to him and he kissed her lips, gently and sweetly. Nothing crass, not even slightly ‘forward’ but he held his lips to hers for no more than 3 seconds and those seconds were the most wonderful she’d had in her 20 years. When he parted from her, she couldn’t yet open her eyes, wanting the moment printed indelibly in her mind. She heard him chuckle lightly and cautiously looked up to see he wasn’t actually laughing at her; he was laughing because he was genuinely happy. The warmth of Melissa’s smile must have touched Jeff because he returned it and, with a small squeeze of her hand, he walked towards his home. Melissa stood there a while; completely blown away by the day’s unexpected turn of events and giggled like a teenager. Hugging her books, she almost ran home.

In the following couple of months, their relationship grew closer without the usual pressure for sex and Melissa was quite impressed by the way a jock could present himself as a gentleman. She’d never dreamed something like that could happen, much less to her. It didn’t matter that he was constantly asking her for help with his classes; he obviously needed the help and she was more than willing to provide it. Besides, the trade-off was beneficial to her as much as it was to him: the girls who looked at her with naked envy or outright astonishment boosted her esteem so high that it changed her overall appearance. Gone were the half-assed attempts at dressing on the days she just didn’t do anything but dance. Now she put on makeup and styled her hair before and after sweaty workouts, just to make sure anyone who saw her was duly impressed by how good she looked bit both with Jeff on her arm and without him! Life was just freakin’ awesome those days.

Life was so awesome in fact, it was she who first broached the subject of sex. They had been light petting for weeks and it build a massive feeling of anticipation in both of them. But neither had even suggested touching each other’s bare bodies until now. Jeff eagerly agreed it was time for them to take it to “the ultimate level” (as he called it) and they went to her home and her bed. Melissa needed to be there rather than any place else because she badly needed the comfort of her own environment. When she told Jeff she was virgin, he almost passed out. ‘What…? How…? Really?’ were some of the hysterical things he said, fumbling for the proper words. Melissa was laughing so hard by the time he regained his composure, she was crying and doubled over in pain. Jeff joined her and that comfort level, that total destruction of any anticipated ‘mating dance’ brought their bodies closer together in an embrace which melted into a long, passionate kiss and neither of them knew how they undressed or wound up laying beside each other.

Jeff was apparently quite eager (Melissa judged by the ridged pole he was holding between them) but he was considerate enough to ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this, wanted to surrender her maidenhood to him: a jock who was struggling just to maintain the grades he needed for continued acceptance into the sports programs. And Melissa didn’t hesitate to say ‘yes’. She reached for him without any pretence and pulled him tightly to her breast, then above her while spreading her legs to receive him. Without even the slightest foreplay, Melissa was creamy wet and Jeff slid into her completely with the slow and gentle patience of a man far beyond his years. There was only a slight pain as he broke through her hymen and into her vagina for the first time and both of them were pleasantly surprised by the ease of his passage. And they made love, slowly and passionately for a long, long time before Jeff began to fuck her. Melissa noticed the difference immediately: the change in his muscles, the sounds he made, the strength and speed of his thrusts. With a roar, Jeff came into her wet and willing body. She milked his cock as it spasmodically gushed its contents deeply within her womb. Never a moment did she even consider the fact that she hadn’t achieved orgasm; she was so thrilled to have finally proven to herself she that could make a man cum inside her. The feeling of power was exceeded only by overwhelming feelings of love for Jeff. When he calmed above her and looked into her eyes, Melissa just knew he felt exactly the same way.

Obviously, she didn’t know it at the time but Jeff wasn’t even close to feeling anything akin to love for her. All he wanted was the grades. Hell, he didn’t beg to fuck her sooner because he didn’t even like the way she looked! Melissa only realized it was a one-way affair in the week before this shitty dance. By happenstance, the scores for finals had been posted that week and Jeff passed the courses he needed to pass – just barely, thanks to Melissa’s intense tutoring between hours of what she thought was love making. In that week, Jeff started out as cold and turned downright nasty as soon as he felt he didn’t need Melissa’s help anymore. It got so bad that they had a huge fight that led to Jeff’s admission that she was just a way for him to pass classes. It was a just a happy coincidence that she had turned out to be a virgin bu t he told her she wasn’t the type of girl he could have a “meaningful relationship” with and told her it was over.

In stunned silence, Melissa closed her eyes and sighed. She should have known all along but she fooled herself into believing she was the luckiest girl in town. But much, much worse, this week she’d taken her test and she, too, had “passed”: she had been six weeks pregnant before she’d suddenly spontaneously aborted. It was all for the best as she knew that now wasn’t the time for her to start a family. And now she knew it wouldn’t have been with Jeff anyway. Without a single tear, Melissa opened her eyes and said ‘ok, but I want to go to the “prom dance” with you. Just one last favour, alright?’ Jeff had looked considerably pained but agreed to take her as planned.

~ ~ ~

And now, he showed his true colours in the worst possible way. Melissa was humiliated more thoroughly than she’d never dreamed possible. And this time she couldn’t help bursting into tears. Some of the girls who watched her moved to her, to comfort her. But many, many more and all the guys seemed as callous as Jeff and she got no sympathetic looks from them. They either broke into uproarious laughter, pointed at her or both. There just wasn’t a way for Melissa to take any comfort within sight of that asshole Jeff and she bolted from the room, from the building and from the school’s campus, running through lawns, gardens, and central squares. She didn’t know where she was going and didn’t care. She was getting as far from this disaster as possible. Thinking about how horrid it would be returning to classes from now on, Melissa sobbed anew and could barely see as she ran.

The school abutted a rather dense wooded area – a state park that was actually huge in scope. Along the easement between the school and the park ran a bike path. In was onto that Melissa finally left the vicinity of the school to which she knew she’d never return.

The path wasn’t alight by anything but the nighttime sky after she left the surrounds of the campus lighting but the moon was full and she was able to see well. The path led in the general direction on her apartment but it took a long, meandering route. ‘All the better’, she thought then suddenly stopped. What had she been thinking? She could easily walk the 15 miles home; in her excellent physical condition, she could have walked 50 miles without even feeling it. But 15 miles was something she didn’t usually walk because it was far too time consuming; she drove to school – just as she’d driven today. (Jeff had been such a jerk, he only agreed to meet her there, refusing to drive them or even go in her car). Her car was still in the school’s parking lot! She slowly turned around, looking towards the place where she completely forgotten about her drive home and dropped her head to cry again.

It didn’t take her long to realize she’d have to go back and get it but it wasn’t going to happen tonight. Nope, tonight she was going to just go home and get away from Jeff and the school. Turning back towards home, Melissa began walking into the dark.

Her pace wasn’t particularly brisk and she settled into a rather slow and comfortable gait, not caring about how long it would take to get home. She’d get there when she got there. And worry about going to classes in the morning? Hell, that was finished for a lot longer than tomorrow. She’d transfer her credits to another college and start anew. Next time, she’d be damned it she’d let anything got between her and her classes. Next time, there wouldn’t be a fucking “Jeff”, no matter if there were one who’d be with her or not.

The walk was going well and she was now almost enjoying the comfort of the solitude when she heard a noise from the trees beside her. She stopped and listened, her apprehension growing by the second. The sound wasn’t repeated. What had it been, she wondered. Quietly she began walking again and in moments heard the noise once more. Now quite alarmed, Melissa turned to run and stumbled over the long hem of her gown. She knew she was going to fall and curled to roll with it, just as she would have done on a mat in gym classes. Her fall couldn’t have been more beautiful: almost with the precision of a ballerina, Melissa rolled over her gown and brought her feet under her immediately. She turned to face the direction of the sound and screamed when she say the huge shape looming over her. She cowered and shied away from it; almost falling backwards over the same damned gown hem when she realized the huge thing was just a gnarly old tree. Feeling as stupid as a child spooked by the dark, she arose, brushed herself off, and turned to once again continue her walk home, a bit more briskly now.

The sound again. This time, Melissa recognized the sound as a dry branch crunching but not breaking underfoot. The fear now was under who’s or what’s foot (or paw)? This was too much for Melissa to take and she began running as fast as she could in the same direction she had been heading. Pacing her, the sounds from the woods continued. In total panic, Melissa redoubled her speed with energy she didn’t know she possessed and almost flew down the shadowy path. Luckily, it was paved and she need not worry about stumbling again. But the path curved often and, some of the curves led towards the woods in which her pursuer hid. She tried not to think about that and ran on.

Suddenly, the noise beside her turned into a crashing sound and passed her by with ease, running ahead of her direction. Melissa stopped abruptly and pondered turning back when she saw it: the shape was unmistakable. A large timber wolf stepped onto the path before her and growled. For a brief second, Melissa froze there, eyes wide and reflecting sheer terror. Then she relaxed and thought. She knew what to do; all she needed to do was do it. Reaching down slowly, she gathered up a rock that fit well in her hand. She stayed down, the worst possible posture for facing off a wild animal. But her eyes had become keenly adjusted to the night and she could see the slavering mouth of the beast as it slunk towards her. It gained confidence with each step and was almost at a trot when Melissa threw.

One of the things Melissa was good at was baseball. Not that softball shit girls were always steered towards but the real thing. She wasn’t just good at it; she was excellent and her fielding skills came to fore now, when she needed them. She caught the wolf directly in the face, crushing its upper snout soundly with a reassuring crack. The wolf screamed a sound that actually scared Melissa worse than anything did yet and her scream joined its. Then the wolf was gone like a shot and the silence in the wake of his departure was thundering with only the sound of Melissa’s heart. She stood once more, rubbed her hands through hair and down her face. Covered with sweat, she realized just how stupid it had been walking beside a freakin forest, alone, in the middle of the night! There was nothing she could do save walking towards home and safety.

Soon the cold began to set in and Melissa realized she was in trouble. It wasn’t going to be killer cold out tonight but it was going to be very chilly, nonetheless. Wearing nothing but a gown that didn’t even allow for a bra, she wore nylons, moderately high pumps (which had allowed her to run well, though), and panties. There was nothing between her and the cold night air but her resolve to get back home. Melissa picked up her pace and continued the long walk towards safety.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully and, for that, Melissa was extremely grateful. As the hours of darkness surrendered to the first hints of a new day’s sunrise, she had managed to get within a mile or so of home, still besides the forest but much less afraid of it now that light was coming.

Walking beside a particularly beautiful stretch of the path, she stopped and looked towards the dawn, feeling so much better than when she started this foolish walk that she was now just very, very pissed at Jeff. Her hands on her hips, she looked as though she’d have killed him with a glare and muttered to herself about what a punk he’d been and what a fool she’d been to not accept that fact.

She was still muttering when the hand covered her mouth and her arms were pinned behind her with enough force to hurt badly. Melissa yelled into the hand that smelled mildly of soap and heard the meaningless, pathetic sound her voice made. Again, she knew what to do: just like all the smart girls her age, she had learned how to fend off an attacker, even when she’d been caught this unaware. Feinting a reverse head butt, she stomped her firm shoe’s heel onto the instep of the foot between her legs and heard a satisfying groan from her attacker. His grip loosened immediately and she was able to shift from his grasp, turning to face him. Melissa barely turned before she was slapped hard enough to bring tears to her eyes but, thankfully, not to break her nose or smack into her ear, which would have caused intense pain. Her eyes watered badly enough so she didn’t even get a glimpse of whomever her attacker was and it allowed for him to grab her again, this time pinning her arms behind her back without stepping between her legs to bend her backwards. This time, he pulled her backwards, keeping her off balance until she felt herself being dragged semi erect towards the trees.

OK, now she knew what was going on. This was some fool thinking he was going to take a piece of ass from some unsuspecting person forcefully. He didn’t know what he was messing with and Melissa offered a very good semblance of a violent struggle while being pulled through the front line of trees and into the gloom of the forest, where the dawn’s kiss was still unfelt. She faked her struggle while being pulled deeper and deeper into the woods, far enough so that she couldn’t see the path anymore. Now feeling a bit of panic, she knew people had gotten lost in here, some of which were found after days of wandering. A few had been found a bit too late. Everyone knew the beauty of the forest needed to be tempered by a healthy respect for it. It would do much good to escape her attacker just to get lost all on her own.

After what seemed far too long for comfort, she was wrestled to a very small clearing and deposited heavily on her back in a soft, loamy bed of leaves. Knowing this was her second good opportunity, she bunched up her legs, rolling over her shoulders in an effort to kick the asshole in the nuts or face. Unfortunately, he wasn’t awaiting an effort for her to try to hit him. He was on her, his heavy chest coming down hard and fast towards her face from over her head. Melissa turned her face to the side just before he enclosed her, covering her entire upper body with his and planting his head almost between her legs. His weight was far too much for Melissa to cope with and she realized that immediately. He lay on her, crushing the wind from her chest, flattening her breasts painfully under this rock-hard chest, and wrapping up her legs at the upper thighs with arms that left as though they were chiseled from granite. She was completely pinned in a matter of seconds: nothing she could do about it. She used her arms to try to reach around his torso, punch his kidneys or just pinch and scratch but she was overwhelmed by the lack of ability to inhale, which reprioritized her efforts.

He didn’t move and Melissa was beginning to struggle for air. Still he didn’t move and there was little she could do now but beg for him to let her snatch some air and quickly. But, when she tried to speak, Melissa realized she’d waited too long and had struggled her last usable air from her lungs. She couldn’t make more than a small squeak and saw that her life was now totally out of her control. Still he didn’t move and as the black spots began to swim before her eyes, Melissa knew she was in trouble much deeper than she’d ever been in before. As she passed out, she thought just one thing: “Fuck you, Jeff”.

~ ~ ~

When she stopped moving, Adonis lifted his body from the girl’s chest and had a look at her. He liked what he saw and grinned.

Adonis wasn’t his real name. It was the name his detractors used when referring to his massive physique. He looked like the very image of the Greek god: muscles rippling almost everywhere but none looked as though they were over-developed. His body was just what most men secretly envied and Adonis knew it. He came to love the name he’d been bestowed, wearing it as a defiant act for inferior people. In fact, Adonis was considerably smarter than he let others know. Letting them think he was just a muscle-bound idiot served his purposes. Speaking rarely and never interacting with others in public, he was both feared and revered by those who whispered his new name out of earshot, never knowing he both heard them and gladly accepted their moniker.

The girl’s face was slightly blue but she was breathing when he checked. He also took her pulse and nodded. Brushing her hair from her face, he saw a plain looking girl with the discernable appearance of spunk. He liked that. Her breasts were very nice, indeed and he brushed a hand across them, noticing that her nipples remained erect from her recent exertion. He also liked the firm figure of her midriff and, that combined with the lusciously firm thighs he’d held moments ago, led him to accurate ascertain Melissa was an athlete. His smile broadened.

Lifting her dress, Adonis gazed upon the crotch of Melissa’s simple white panties and rubbed a finger up the small slit in the middle of them. The warmth and dampness he felt there was exceedingly inviting. He pulled the panties to the side and bent closer to look at the cunt he was going to use. Lightly shaved, it showed the closely cropped hair of a woman who cared to see her body but didn’t have the immodesty to allow it to be completely uncovered, even in its nudity.

This last bit of temptation was all it took for Adonis to get into action. He quickly pulled Melissa’s panties off, leaving her nylons in place. Opening his pants, he pulled them down, along with his underwear, only far enough to expose his large, fully engorged cock. Adonis loved that cock. He’s used it so many times in situations like this one that he’d lost count. Men couldn’t help but stare at it then look away in shame when he showered in the gym. He didn’t mind the men’s stares; he knew they thought of him as the most “complete” man they had ever seen and he reveled in the notion.

Adonis lay over Melissa’s unconscious body, held himself just above her – almost in a push-up position, and waited. He didn’t need to wait long as Melissa came to in a few minutes after. The look of disorientation on her face slowly dissipated into a look of sheer terror. She felt the coolness of the morning air between her legs, saw her gown pulled up to her belly, and worst of all, saw the man who was planning to rape her. His face was perfect, like someone in the movies or a hit television show. And the muscles she could see in his arms were the most powerful she had ever seen. There were many times when she’d gone to the 24-hour supermarket out of the town to buy one of those trashy novels. They all featured a man like this with a woman looking as though she was both enraptured by being in his presence and fearing for her virtue, knowing she’s going to lose it one way or another before he’d leave her. Inside, those books always ended with a woman in bliss after being ravished in a way which would be considered rape if seen by someone else. Now, she was a character in one of those books and about to lose something other than the virtue she’d given to Jeff and maybe her life, too.

Melissa screamed, hurting her lungs that were still starving for air. She lay where she’d been forced to ground, momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer horror of what was happening to her.

Adonis smiled and listened to her scream with intense pleasure. He wanted it, needed it, deserved to hear it because he was fearsome and loved to hear the fear in his victims. He hoped she would fight and wasn’t disappointed. Melissa drew her body up as far as it would go beneath him and tried to beat him away from her. Adonis allowed her to beat his chest until she realized he didn’t feel the least bit of pain from her efforts. With wild eyes she rambled,

“Please! Please don’t do this! Please! I’ll give you anything you want! Anything, but please don’t hurt me, not like this!”

Adonis’ smile grew broader and he began to lower his massive body onto Melissa. Her panic increased dramatically and she burst into tears, begging him to stop, to let her go, not to do what he was about to do.

Adonis actually grinned at her tears and continued to lower himself on her. Now, with his chest rubbing against her heaving breasts, Melissa screamed again and again, knowing the odds of being heard deep in the woods were slim to none unless someone happened along. And that wasn’t likely since it was far too early in the morning for anyone with common sense to be wandering about in the forest. Overcome by fright, Melissa tried to close her legs and slammed them into the massive ones lowering between hers. Still screaming, his weight began to push her down into the forest floor, in the same position she’d allowed Jeff to enter her. Wildly whipping her head back and forth, she felt the first contact between her thighs and it felt like a piece of warm lumber. If it was possible, Melissa’s eyes opened yet wider and she gasped knowing what was going to be forced into her.

Adonis left no room between them and positioned his cock against the girl’s cunt. He could feel the wetness there and wondered if it was sweat, cum from her sexual excitement, or piss. He didn’t care. He just pushed forward and sunk his cock into her with slow, steady deliberateness, savouring every curve and ripple of her tunnel. And with each passing moment, he felt the tightness of the girl’s hole steadily increase and combine with violent contractions of her trying to both repel the invasion and crush it to prevent it from moving further into her. Adonis loved this part and closed his eyes a moment to limit the sensual input of the rape to just the feeling surrounding his cock as it fucked its way into her.

Melissa gasped again with total agony as she was pulled open from the inside, impaled by this huge, sadistic man. Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him from completing his penetration, she once again pleaded with him to stop. She even offered to allow him to stay right where he was and just hold his cock in her. She promised to let him keep it there as long as he wanted. She wouldn’t fight it; she wouldn’t scream anymore. But she never felt the slightest slowing of the entry of her vagina. Even with the substantial amount of lubrication she was inexplicably creating, she was being pried open like an orange’s peel.

Adonis continued his slow, steady entry and finally hit something that stopped him from proceeding further. The girl screamed in what sounded like utter agony so he knew he’d hit the bottom of her cunt. That wasn’t good at all since easily half of his tool was outside her. He frowned and leaned forward harder. This time, the girl almost choked on her tongue. Gasping for air, her eyes rolled back in her head while she struggled even more intensely than ever before. This was all Adonis needed to get completely aroused. Pulling back, he withdrew his cock, feeling the girl’s tender interior tissue pulled outward with the friction of his retreat. Leaving just the head inside her, he paused a full minute before laying down on the girl, holding just enough of his weight off her to allow her to breathe yet feel the taughtness of his chiseled upper body against her heaving tits.

And then he began. With a moderate speed, he fucked her, ramming his cock into her cervix repeatedly, watching the horror and the pain dance across the girl’s face. He felt perfect: feeling cunt wrapped around his contented cock and enjoying it immensely. Without the slightest pause, Adonis raped Melissa continually. Her strength ebbing, Melissa was finally reduced to massive sobs while whipping her head back and forth, moaning ‘no, no, no!’ But Adonis just continued to fuck her. For what seemed like an eternity, he raped the girl’s hole with nothing akin to passion; he just moved his cock in and out of her to enjoy the pain he was causing. Sure, the fucking felt great – one of the best cunt’s he’s ever raped – but this wasn’t about pleasure, not yet. This was about total submission from inescapable strength. All he wanted right now was Melissa’s complete humiliation and surrender. And she was doing one hell of a good job showing it! Adonis couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he slid into her hole and back out again. She was soaked in there and he just knew she wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck her. All girls did. After all, who wouldn’t want to be raped by a handsome man with a massive cock? He was selective and didn’t stick himself into sluts, even to rape. But he knew this wasn’t even close to a slut. This was prime pussy and he wanted to ride this bitch for as long as possible.

Melissa, still gasping for air, finally gave up and lay prone, waiting for the conclusion, hoping against all hope that it wouldn’t include her murder. The monster inside her had never said a single word before raping her unmercifully. He seemed almost inhuman in his silence. Also, oddly she felt his pants rubbing her inner thighs. This creep didn’t even bother to pull them off before fucking her against her will! What kind of creature would just casually screw a woman while still wearing his pants and t-shirt?

Melissa knew she was wet between her legs and knew it was from her. What was she doing? Enjoying being raped in her gown (Shit! He hadn’t even undressed her, either!), while looking up at the best-looking man she had ever seen? This was a horror story, a nightmare come true and her pussy was so wet the violence of rape wasn’t even physically hurting anymore! How had she been able to withstand a cock far too big for her pussy to hold? It was impossible to ignore the obvious: she was being taken long and hard but her body was beginning to feel damned good about it. Of all the disgusting…

Adonis saw when the realization hit the girl: right when she started crying again. All of them did eventually. If she was a “good girl”, she was humiliated by the fact that her body wasn’t under her control anymore; it was under his. That was when he stopped simply fucking a woman started enjoying her rape. He brought his head down next to hers and pinned her arms over her head. And now he raped for the pleasure it brought him. Hard and fast, he pounded the girl, wringing every bit of honour from her. He fucked her as if she was his to use, a hole for his gratification only. He raped with passion now and used his body to mash his cock as far as it would go into the girl’s cunt and then push it further, slightly bending the massive shaft where it wasn’t able to gain entrance into the overstuffed orifice. The pounding actually scooted them forward in the leaves, making a lengthening rut marking the escalation of Adonis’ fucking.

Melissa was shocked by how much pressure she could feel inside her body. It felt almost as if someone were pulling her in half, separating her by tearing her apart at the pussy. Jeff had been large enough for her to enjoy sex with him but never to please her as much as her masturbation did. There, she used a vibrator, which was far too large for comfortable insertion, but she slammed it against the lips of her vagina, dreaming of being fucked… fucked exactly like this! Again floored by terrible realization, Melissa saw that she had been fantasizing of being raped just like she was being raped now: a beautiful body on a drop-dead gorgeous man, a cock so big it had to be forced into her. She had dr eamed of rape because she couldn’t imagine anyone ever making her happy in a bed that looked like he could have had any woman he chose on the planet. She looked into the eyes of her rapist and cried out with shame even as her orgasm stealthfully overcame her. Staring into the rapist cheek, Melissa came so hard her head hurt from the scream, this scream as much from pain as pleasure wrapped into one. And, while he smiled beside her head, he continued to fuck her as violently as possible until…

…he stopped. He’d stopped with such immediacy she thought he’d had a heart attack or something. He lifted his head and looked down at her, not smiling this time and Melissa feared for her life. She began thinking he was just fucking her until only she came while he didn’t so that he could blame her for his frustration, killing her in the process. Her eyes opened widely and she screamed once more, both from the contractions of her continuing orgasm and from the dread of a death deep in the woods. Again, even in her terror, she thought, ‘FUCK YOU, Jeff! This is entirely your fault and I will hate you for as long as you live’!

Adonis drank in the look of desperation in the girl’s eyes and pulled his cock from the cunt he’d been raping. I stood over the girl, looking down at the ferociously red lips between her legs and noticing all of her cum running from her still orgasmic pussy. She’d really needed that rape and he knew it. Now, for the really fun part!

He pulled up his underwear and pants, covering his still-erect cock. Melissa just lay there in alarm. But he didn’t move after he got his pants closed. Still Melissa couldn’t move, paralyzed by the sight of a man who would probably kill her in seconds.

Adonis took a step backwards and Melissa’s heart jumped. What was he doing? And why was he doing it?

He took another step backwards and pointed into the woods. Melissa swung her head around not knowing what new disaster was lurking behind her. But there was nothing there but more woods, slowly lightening with the morning’s heavily filtered light. Swinging back to look at her rapist (thinking he’s be right over her with a huge knife), he had remained where he’d stepped and, once again pointed into the woods.

With extreme hope, Melissa realized he was actually going to let her go! She slowly reached for her panties and he shook his head so she left them on the leaves and ever so slowly lowered her gown covering her raped pussy, her thighs, and finally her calves. The man never moved and Melissa knew she’d get out of this with her life. She struggled to her feet so wobbly she almost fell, still wearing her pumps and nylons. She looked over her shoulder again, turning back to look into Adonis’ eyes and ran. She didn’t run the way he’d pointed; she ran about 90% to the left, hopefully in the direction she’d been dragged. She really had no idea which direction was correct but she sure as hell wasn’t going to go the direction that monster had silently suggested.

She never glanced back but ran as quickly as she could over fallen branches, rocks and tons of leaves. On and on she ran and still she saw no sign of the pathway. In fact, she saw no signs of anything but more trees. She began to despair but ran on, nevertheless.

Adonis had predicted her tactic of running the ‘wrong’ way but he let her run a while anyway. Her instincts were very good; she actually was headed in the right direction and he couldn’t let her go too far or she’d reach her goal. But this was the fun part: the chase! He waited until he felt the overwhelming urge to pursue her and waited some more. He tortured himself with the knowledge she could actually get away from him. But he knew he was faster than she was and he’d fuck her again, this time, he’d fuck her right! He ran after her.

Melissa suddenly saw a miracle: there was a thinning of the trees just ahead! It may be just another clearing but she didn’t think so. In a moment, she knew it was the edge of the woods. She almost cried out with joy and ran harder towards freedom.

Adonis saw her less than 60 seconds after he’d allowed her to run. His military training had given him all the techniques for silent running he needed and he was almost upon her as he changed his gait, making the noise 220 pounds would have made from a lesser man’s running. She heard it immediately and turned back in terror, knowing the sound of the rapist’s approach was far too close for her to make it to freedom before he caught her. And she caught her heel in the hem of the gown again. This time, she was moving way too fast to stop her fall or even go with it. She twisted hard as her foot became trapped and fell mostly on her back, fortunately between rocks which could have killed her if her head had hit them.

Adonis saw her fall and almost cried out, thinking she’d hit the rocks. But she missed them by inches and he felt great again. This rape was charmed, he thought! And he planned to get it going again right now!

Melissa had knocked the wind from her lungs and she struggled for air so desperately she never saw the rapist walk up to her and open his pants again. She was still trying to get air into her body as he gently pushed her on her back, cradling her head with all the care of a mother with her child. He pulled her dress up again and knelt between her spectacular thighs. This time, he didn’t tease her with letting her freak out under him, knowing he was going to rape her. This time, he allowed her to get her breath and mounted her immediately, shoving his cock all the way home with true violence.

Melissa saw her freedom snatched away and turned her head towards it. She was mildly shocked to see how close she had come: the trees parted rather completely just more than 50 yards away and she could see a passing bicyclist on what had to be the bike path. Knowing she had almost reached her goal brought multiple emotions: her frustration of missing the chance of getting away; her revulsion of the man raping her yet again; and vile, overpowering anger. This latter translated into a hard turn of her head, catching her rapist by surprise as she bit at his cheek. Just barely reaching him as he pulled his head back, she scratched him and left a short red line across his face.

Adonis felt the bitch start to turn just before he was ready for it. He jerked his head away but didn’t quite make it in time. She snagged his face with a tooth and he knew it left a mark. She marked him? She had the gall to put a mark on Adonis’ perfect body, his fucking perfect face? The look of rage in his eyes caused Melissa to shriek and he slapped her, harder this time. It stung like a whip and left almost the exact mark on her face as the one she’d left on his. This pleased him greatly.

Melissa felt the now familiar probing of the penis head against her lips and jerked back from it. It hurt like crazy, rubbing against her extremely tender pussy! And then it was over: he ripped into her so hard and fast she didn’t have time to feel the entry passing her lips. He hit her cervix hard enough to make it feel as though it was almost pushed it into her belly. The force of the entry was so violent, she cried out involuntarily and thrashed her head. As she whipped her head towards the path again, she saw what had to be a jogger. Hope! She screamed repeatedly; the rapist allowed her to while he fucked her with all the strength his massive body could muster. Why wouldn’t the stranger come to her rescue, she thought? I know he can hear me, he knows I’m in trouble. He can probably see me being raped; it’s not so far away that he can’t tell what’s happening here! Then a particular violent thrust snapped her attention back to her tormentor. He was glaring at her with a look of pure hatred and it just brought out the same feeling in her. She turned her attention back to Adonis.

“You fucking piece of shit! Raping a woman is the lowest of the low and you aren’t worth crap for doing it! I hate you, bastard! I f uckin’ HATE YOU!” Blaring her abhorrence at him with renewed passion pleased Adonis. He just continued to glare at her while fucking her wildly. Melissa was still wet and it didn’t look as though she’d lose her moisture any time soon. It was amazing how hard she tried to free herself while she remained as wet as a woman in heat. And Adonis loved every drop of it. He smeared it the entire length of his cock even though only half of it could be speared into Melissa at a time. The splatter from his forced entry splattered her juices everywhere between their lower bodies. Plenty of it reached the entire length of the prick sticking her like a pig.

Adonis broke into a full sweat and he reveled in it. He always perspired heavily when he was working out and he considered rape a serious workout. Indeed, he was using his entire body in the attack and it caused him to heat up with exertion. The sweat dripped from his face and chest onto Melissa’s face and the front of the gown she was still wearing. It rained down on her as Adonis began to increase the rhythm of his raping. As he sped up, the fall of his salty drippings began to seriously drench the front of her gown. It would have been very cold being this wet in the woods at morning time. But she was heating up herself and, this time, she felt the orgasm coming. She fought it by punching the rapist with all the power she had left, knowing it was futile but continuing anyway. But nothing stopped the relentless fucking of her pussy and it was becoming increasingly aggressive by the minute.

Adonis felt his orgasm coming and redoubled efforts to bury his massive organ completely within the bitch’s cunt. He succeeded in getting it a bit further into her abused hole but still not as far as he would have liked it. He was having fun, anyway, and this kind of fun needed to be enjoyed even if it wasn’t perfect. He ploughed away in her pussy and strained towards ecstasy.

Melissa gave up her fight to avoid her pending orgasm and it washed over her, forcing her eyes to roll up in her head, her body to arc then convulse so intensely that she shook like a rag doll in a pit bull’s mouth. She flopped so hard it pushed Adonis over the brink and he held is cock in her as far as it would go and came. The cum shot so hard and fast from his penis that Melissa felt it like a fire hose. She could actually feel the stream of jizz gushing over her cervix and she bawled again, thinking this was how she’d get pregnant again: under a huge rapist who was using her body like a cheap whore’s would be used. The thought brought tears to her eyes and abject disgust to her heart. She felt the nasty prick twitching inside her and was surprised by yet another volley of spasms from another of her uncontrollable orgasms.

Feeling all the release he’d held back when he’d raped her the first time, Adonis moaned loudly and pushed out wave after wave of his cum as deep as it could go into the cumming girl. She’d astounded him by the repetitions of orgasms she was maintaining. He was thrilled to rape so much pleasure out of a helpless cunt and stiffened his cock before ramming it into her one last time. As the remainder of his seed filled her, he looking into the face of a woman utterly emotionally destroyed. His satisfaction was absolute and he pulled his cock from her fuckhole. He watched his cum squirt from her cunt, as there was no way for it all to stay inside her without taping her twat shut. It followed from her lips to her ass, down the crack and to the ground in small, thick rivulets. The flow continued for a while and he watched it until it reduced to a trickle. Then he climbed off the girl’s prone body, pulled up his underwear and pants again, and stood over her until the last of her orgasmic spasms subsided.

Melissa finally got control of her body and lay on the forest floor, totally exhausted and in massive pain. Her pussy felt as though it had been gutted, her thighs had deep muscle bruises she’d feel for weeks, and the rest of her body felt like it had been rolled down a rocky