Rape Stories.

Who remembers high school? Me, I never forget. I was a normal average Joe in high school, not too popular, but not a nerd, just one of the masses competing for pussy. I had the major hoots for this bitch named Angel. She was a sophomore when I was a senior, but one of my “friends” dated her. I only say friend because I sort of hung in the same group, but I was at the low end of the groups totem pole. I knew Shane was fucking Angel every time he could (who could blame him), and god, I wanted her fucking body.

Angel was a cheerleader, blonde with a fine body, and a gorgeous face, every guys dream I guess, and man did she star in my fantasies, I would fantasize fucking her or even raping her. One time when we all went out, we stopped by her house, and I said I had to go to the bathroom, I found a hamper in the bathroom and masturbated on a pair of her jeans. Pretty sick I guess.

I was basically obsessed with Angel you could say. Once I overheard her giving her locker combination to Shane, and I used the combination to open her locker, and to steal her purse (I knew her id would be in there, and it was a picture to beat off to) plus she had a real nice leather jacket which I took, and beat off on many, many times. (Told you I am sick). Angel was pissed when she realized she was ripped off, but she had no idea it was one of her boyfriend’s associates.

One night we were all at a party, drinking, getting really drunk. Shane and Angel had this huge fight, I think because he wanted head right then and now. Shane got pissed off and left around midnight. Angel just stayed at the party, and got more drunk. I felt no pity for Angel. I figured she was a rich, hot cheerleader, and having a few hours of misery in her life was poetic justice. Well Angel must have drank too much because she puked, and then passed out. A few of us carried her into a bedroom, and kept drinking. I knew what I was going to do now. The eight people left at the party just kept drinking, and within a few hours all of the party was passed out, except for me.

Silently, I crept into the bedroom where Angel was passed out, and laid down next too her. I nudged her too see if she would wake up, but man she was gone. I moved my hands onto her ass and felt it up. This was like heaven. I was trembling fearing she would wake up from her drunken state, or one of the drunks in the other room would stumble in, but I knew I would never have another chance to fuck Angel.

I felt up her nice firm tits, but didn’t open her shirt. Then throwing caution to the wind I unbutton Angel’s tight jeans, and pulled them down to her ankles. Next I pulled her panties off, and prepared to mount this drunken bitch. My dick was rock hard, and I was so ready to rape Angel. Suddenly I heard a car pull into the driveway, and glancing out the window I saw it was Shane, Angel’s fucking boyfriend. Fuck! I thought, and I quickly pulled her panties and pants back up, and dove under the bed.

Shane came in, lay next to Angel, and began to try to wake her up. Eventually, Angel woke up, he apologized, and they made up, and then had sex, with me being forced to listen from under the bed. I was so fucking angry I vowed revenge against both of them.

Time passed, Shane and Angel got married, Shane inherited his fathers company, and Angel got hotter, and was now a rich women in her late twenties. I got a decent job and tried to work my way through college, and became an accomplished pickpocket. I had totally forgotten about Angel, until our class reunion. That day would change all three of our lives.

Angel and Shane showed up at our class reunion driving a 1999 Mercedes, and dressed like something right out of GQ magazine. Angel wore a tight red sundress, and her body was so firm, probably due to hours of working out. My mind raced back to the day where I almost raped Angel, and she even looked better now! I knew that I was going to have to have my day with that bitch. My “friend” Shane barely remembered me, and just gave me a token handshake (my guess is to appease this commoner), but what he didn’t know was, while he was shaking my hand, I was picking his pocket of his keys, and wallet from his suit jacket. (Man I was a real good pickpocket), I only stayed at the reunion for an hour, no one even realized I had left, and I headed for Shane and Angel’s house.

I parked my car about a mile from their house, to prevent discovery, and walked through the woods to the back of their property. Now crawling I made it to the dark side of the house, and moved through the bushes quietly, until I reached the front porch. The porch was dark and I used Shane’s keys to open the front door, half-surprised an alarm didn’t signal my entrance. I carried a bag containing a ski mask, a small crowbar, a role of duct tape, and a pair of gloves.

Wow what a house! I knew they were rich, but I didn’t realize how rich. I entered each room and shined my flashlight. They had the finest silverware, the nicest electronics; Angel had so much fine jewellery, which I put in my bag, and two mink coats. Yes they were coming with me when I left. I rummaged through Angel’s panty drawer, and found an envelope full of money (780$), isn’t that the last place you should hide money? I also stole a real nice nightly from Angel. The stealing was nice, but I was going to have to rape Angel to finally complete my revenge.

From what I heard later on Shane thought he dropped his keys and wallet getting out of his car, and never suspected someone had pick pocketed him. Therefore, they came home later in the evening not suspecting that someone was waiting for them in there own house.

Later that night, I heard their car pull up into the driveway, and I hid in the guest bedroom, and pulled on my mask and got ready. Shane came in first, and then Angel. I heard Angel. “I am going to take a shower, and go to bed. Be ready when I get back!” she said in a sexy voice. Shane headed for the kitchen, and once I heard the shower running, I crept up behind Shane and cracked him in the head with a small crowbar. Shane fell hard, out like a light. Quickly I took the role of duct tape I had brought with me and taped his hands, legs, and mouth, and dragged him into his bedroom. Next I put him in a high-backed chair and taped him into it. Shane, groggy, woke up, and tried to break his bonds. I leaned over and whispered. “Try all you like you aren’t going to get out, and I am going to fuck your bitch.”

He struggled when I told him this, and I could see the anguish in his face. Not bad enough his wife was going to be raped, but he was going to have to watch.

I reached down and took Shane’s expensive Rolex from his wrist. “You won’t be needing this!” I whispered. “How pathetic, If you can’t protect your property from me, how can you protect your wife!”

Shane wanted to kill me I could tell, but he couldn’t get loose, and I continued antagonizing him. “Has you wife ever had a real man? Well she is going to very soon.”

I heard the shower stop running, and I moved to my predator position outside the bathroom door.

I heard Angel in the bathroom calling to Shane in a sexual voice. You ready honey? Because I am feeling horny. Little did Angel know that she was making her soon to be rapist very excited.

The bathroom door opened and Angel started down the hall to the master bedroom. She was dressed in a white bathrobe, and looked so fucking hot. I grabbed her right before she got to her bedroom door, and for a brief instance I swore she thought I was her husband, but she quickly figured out I wasn’t.

Angel struggled and screamed for Shane, but I muffled her voice and said. “Scream all you want bitch! I have your precious husband!” I showed her Shane’s Rolex. Grabbing her by the waste I carried her into the master bedroom, and her eyes caught Shane who was bound in the chair.

“Now I am in control! If you want your husband to live, you had better do everything I say!”

Angel pleaded with me to let her and her husband go, but I didn’t want to hear any of her crying. I jumped on top of her, growling and laughing, my hands groping and squeezing her breasts as my mouth pressed down against hers.

“No! No!” she gasped.

“Shut up, slut!”

I backhanded her, then gripped the front of her thin robe and tore it open. She raised her hands, trying to push me away and I backhanded her again, making her cry out in pain. She sobbed and moaned in misery and terror. I began digging my fingers into the soft chest meat as her mind was filled with horror. Angel gasped as I shoved my tongue forcefully into her mouth. She sobbed helplessly as my rough hands mauled her breasts, and my mouth came wetly down on her own. She was stunned, by the touch of my hands on her precious breasts. I sat back, gripping her bathrobe in my hands and began tearing it down all the way the hem. She cried out in misery as my hands gripped her panties. She tried to grasp at them, but again my big hand cracked across her face, hurling her head back against the pillows. I jerked her silky panties up, lifting her legs violently and tearing the panties down and off, flinging them at Shane, and laughing maniacally. She whimpered in terror, trying to turn or twist away, to protect her vulnerable crotch, but I jammed my hands between her thighs and yanked her legs apart, then I dove between them. I gripped her hair and jerked her head back painfully, then bit down on her left breast as she sobbed in misery. I fumbled with my zipper, then drew out my now raging erection, pressing it against her still tight pussy entrance.

She screamed hysterically at the sensation, raising her hands and slapping despairingly at me. My cock pierced her tight entrance, then thrust into her, stabbing up into her belly like a rocket. She gasped, then moaned weakly as her pussy was violated, and my thick, bloated cock drove into her to even deeper. I began to pump, raising my ass high and thrusting into her again and again as she lay there sobbing. Her legs were wide, her arms lying flat beside her head. She had given up any attempts at fighting me, as Shane looked on helpless to intervene in his wife’s humiliation

Angel felt my big cock pumping inside her, going in and out, and stabbing up into her belly with cruel violence, but could do nothing about it. She moaned and whimpered and closed her eyes. I humped faster and faster, my hands groping at her breasts or tearing at her hair, then I let out a long, victorious moan, shot a load of cum like I had never before, and collapsed atop her.

I lay there for some seconds, then slowly pulled myself off. I got to my feet and, leered down at her as she lay spread-eagled below.

Come on, slut, I growled, bending and gripping her by the hair.

She cried out again in pain, grasping at my hand as I forced her to her feet.

I whispered to her. “Now say how good I was, how much better I am than your husband!”

She refused, but when I threatened to castrate Shane she did as I said.

Shane upon hearing this began crying and my dick raged hard again. I rolled Angel over on her stomach and now had a birds eye view of the ass that I had dreamed about forever. My hands trembled as I squeezed her ass again and again. I am an assman and seeing this thing of beauty I knew what was too come next, and judging by her look of fear, SO DID SHE!

Mounting her from behind I lined up my stiff cock with her tight ass hole, and violently I thrust my rod straight into her ass. The tight pink ring stretched as I stuffed my dick up her precious ass. Angel screamed a tremendous scream, and shuddered underneath each of my thrusts. I looked up and smirked at Shane through my ski mask. If looks could kill I would be dead. Shane was being forced to watch his wife being raped up the ass. I continued thrusting into this country club bitch’s ass, and finally the cum welled up in my dick and I fired into Angel’s ass. She shuddered violently, but made no move as my cock finished putting its creamy cum into her ass.

Now after two loads I needed a break so I bound Angel and proceeded to loot the whole house, the most fun was removing Angel’s huge diamond engagement ring and wedding band (What an invasion). Rich people’s houses have so much good shit; its tough to decide what to take, so I just loaded the Mercedes in the garage with everything I could find.

I really wanted to fuck those pouty little lips of Angels so I headed back to the master bedroom, rock hard. I ordered her to open her mouth, and I told her if I felt any teeth on my dick (to make sure she didn’t get any notion about biting my cock.), Shane’s penis would be cut off and put in her mouth. Subordinate, Angel became to let my dick into her fine little mouth.

I swear that Angel’s mouth was made to fit my cock. I thought about all the time I could have been raping her mouth, and regretted lost time. I pushed my dick all the way back into her throat and could feel my ball sack slapping against her chin. My cock pumped deep into her throat and finally the cum welled up and I shot jism deep into her throat. Angel choked as the cum just kept on spewing from my dick. Finally I pulled out of her mouth, and jism ran down out of her mouth.

Angel cried she was humiliated, and her husband was being forced to watch this heinous rape.

I looked at the now ravaged Angel and laughed; finally after ten years I had my revenge against this couple.

I had some more fun later on jamming different items up into Angel’s pussy, and fisting her ass with my hand (that really stretched her out).

Now I had to decide what to do with them. I am not a killer so I knew I couldn’t kill them. I don’t think they recognized me, but I wasn’t sure so after I loaded the Mercedes full and took the first load of loot out of the house. I drove back to the house, parked the car in the garage, and I carried both of them too the car and put them in it. I drove the Mercedes to a real bad side of town, and left Angel and Shane tied up in the car. As I disappeared into an alley, I saw a group of gang bangers had spotted the Mercedes, and were headed towards it. I can only imagine the fun they had with Angel, kind of wish I could have been there to watch. Not Surprisingly Angel or Shane didn’t make it too the reunion dance the next night, or were they seen ever again.

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Author of this story is unknown.

I got the call about 5:45 am. It woke me from a sound sleep. It was the kind of call no husband, ever wants to get. The kind of call that hurts you, enrages you, makes you more violent, more helpless than you ever thought possible.“Mr. Pressman, John Pressman? This is officer Sloptvik with the NYPD Special Victims Unit. I need you to meet me at Franklin Memorial Hospital. Your wife has been raped. Her condition is serious, but stable. She’s in room 327.”

I was in a fog as I dressed and then drove to the hospital. “Serious but stable”, what the fuck is that?

I soon found out.

I entered room 327 and realized I must have had the wrong room. An older woman was lying in the bed, she had bruises all over her face and a cast on her arm. Clearly she was in a lot of pain. She looked up when I entered the room.

“Excuse me ma’am I did not mean to disturb you, they gave me the wrong room #.”

She stared at me and as her eyes came into focus, she began to cry.

“…John…” she groaned in a piteous, cracked voice. How did she know my…

“Oh my god, oh no god–Susan!” I screamed as I rushed to her side. I wanted to grab her, to hug and kiss and hold her…but she was in so much pain. He had beat my wife badly. I knew enough about rape to understand that my wife probably did not want a man touching her right then. It could be awhile before she could stand that.
“John…I’m so sorry….he got me. He raped me. I was so stupid, he tricked me,” she sobbed.

Instinct took over as I gently held the woman I love and shushed her. “Oh baby girl, please don’t say that, don’t ever think it. This is not your fault, the police will find out who he is from DNA and he will pay.”

“John I know who he is, he’s a supervisor in my office. His name is Bruce Kent.”

I had a name to focus my hatred on, but I was somewhat controlled because I knew the police would put him in Jail.

“I have to tell you what he did, I can’t keep this a secret. John, please let me get it out, I have to. “

I crawled into bed with my wife and wrapped her in my arms, as gently as possible.

“Tell me baby, tell me what he did to you.”

“I had noticed him before. We both worked the 8:30 t0 5 am shift–in different departments. He seemed friendly enough, and we’d chat briefly sometimes. I told him I was happily married and he seemed to respect that.
I parked my car and was walking in to work early at 8pm, when I saw him. He had a flat tire on his mini van and was trying to change it. He called me over and asked to use my cell phone. When I got close he slammed me in the face and stomach and pushed me into the van. Then he drove to the top level of the parking garage. At that time of night it was only a skeleton crew, and they all parked near the door on the first floor. I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was naked, bound, and blindfolded.

His fucking hands were roaming all over, pinching, slipping inside me–playing with me. He must have sucked my breasts for 5 minutes, and he kissed me over and over.

“Mmm, nice and tight slut, I’m gonna fuck every hole you have. You’re gonna be my whore tonight. Suck my cock, lick my balls, lick my ass and toes. Anything, everything I want. If you don’t, if you hesitate…I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. Get me hard bitch, suck my toes, lick in between them. Do it…DO IT! Ok you asked for it, ” He said with a growl as he began kicking me, stomping me for my refusal.

“Let’s try again. Suck my toes you fucking slut.. Mmm much better. Every one, use that tongue, lick me good–don’t forget the heel…
Outstanding, see that wasn’t so bad. I bet your husband loves that tiny, wet mouth of yours. Oops look at the time, I don’t want to be late for work, gotta go clock in. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon. I’m fucking your mouth next.” He gagged me, and handcuffed me in place. The van had curtains, and he put one of hose cardboard sunscreens in the front window. He was gone for about an hour.

“Hey honey I’m back. I talked to a few people, I assigned lots of work, and sent several e-mails. I’ll go check on everybody soon. But I’m ready for a hot Susan Pressman blowjob. I’m taking your gag off again. The first time you scream, or try to bite, I’m knocking your teeth out. Now get to work. “

I sucked him John, I sucked another man’s cock….I was so scared.”

“You did the right thing baby, as long as you survived, you did the right thing.”

My wife seemed to relax a little at my words and just let me hold her and kiss her hair for a few minutes.

“It took about 10 minutes. After I swallowed his cum, he said I was a good girl and deserved a reward. For the next 15 minutes he licked my pussy and nibbled my clit. I tried not to but, I came for him.”

That surprised me at first, I mean, he was raping her! Then I thought about it. If a woman tied me up and sucked my cock for 15 minutes….yeah, I’d cum.

“Of course you did baby, anybody would. It’s not your fault.” My wife turned her bruised head and gave a small wet peck on the mouth before saying, “I love you.”

“He left me again this time for about 2 hours.” “You know your dept is pretty pissed at you. You really should call if you are not coming in. They are buried in your work. Really Susan it’s just good manners. I’m rested up, and just took a Viagra. It’s time I got that tight pussy and hot little ass.”

It was a nightmare. He fucked me over and over. He kept switching holes. He fucked my ass for awhile, and then pulled out and made me suck him clean, before he began pounding my pussy. Cruel, vicious rips–he wanted to hurt me, to destroy me. The only thing that saved me is your cock is so much larger than his. Still I wasn’t lubed, so it was incredibly painful. He came inside my pussy twice in that hour.

” So good sweetheart, I knew you’d be tasty. We’re pretty much done. I still need my ass licked, and I want to take some pictures. Of course we need to clean you up too. We’ll do that when I come back.” Again he was gone for about an hour. This time he laid me on my back and made me eat his ass out. He straddled my face and began to drill me deep.

“I’ve got 45 minutes before I have to clock out. You have a decision to make. I want you to make love to me, suck, kiss, lick, fuck, willingly, wantonly. If you do when the shift is over, I will let you go. If you don’t, I’ll keep you for the whole weekend, maybe let my friends fuck you too.”

I let him have me, I did my best to please him. Every sex trick I knew, I did for him. He fucked my pussy, and ass, and I begged him for more like a cheap whore. Then he started spitting on me, and I opened my mouth. He spanked my asss, and then started smacking me hard in the face and I kissed him, I asked him to rape me harder. I told him he was the only man I had ever loved and gave him my wedding ring. He had a digital camera and I let him spread me, film me, any way he wanted. Oh John he took so many pictures. I was terrified, I thought he would kill me. I betrayed you, I betrayed our marriage. You’ll never see ME again, just a stupid, sick bitch who made love to her rapist,” she cried and whimpered hopelessley.I was crying too. Something precious had been taken from us. Maybe after that asshole was sent to jail for 30 years…maybe.

“It’s not your fault baby, he’ll pay for this I swear he’ll pay.”

Bruce Kent was a very smart guy. He had given himself the perfect alibi. Over a dozen people had seen him throughout the night. He had sent e-mails all shift long. He clocked in and out on time. He rinsed out Susan’s pussy, hair, and spit covered face with 2 soapy squeeze bottles, and made her drink half a bottle of tequilla and 2 valliums when he was done. Then he set her free, completely naked in an alley several blocks away just after 5am.

Best of all he did not own, or rent a minivan. Between his alibi, and Susan’s drugged/drunk state, and no forensic evidence– the DA decided not to prosecute. You might fool a lawyer, but the cops know the smell of shit, they knew he was guilty. Detective Bullock kept saying “What about her car, why would she leave her car at work if she was out popping pills and chugging tequilla?”

Every day I looked at my wife and knew she would never get over this. She jumped at every unexpected sound or touch. She looked like a broken creature with no self esteem.
I began to feel like she expected me to do SOMEthing, to come to her rescue. I tried. I talked to the police, the DA. I even tried to sue Kent in Civil court. No luck. My wife could see how helpless, how impotent I really was. It shamed me.
I decide to do something about it. After all, I knew his name, and where he worked.

I guess before I explain this, I better explain about me. And Batman.
Now I’m not talking about that Adam West crap, or the Scooby Doo guest star. I’m talking about, for lack of a better word–is the real Batman. The boy whose parent’s brains and blood splattered all over him, when some piece of shit murdered them for no reason. He grew into a man who sneered at scum, who liked to hurt them, scare them, invoke pure terror in them. Call him by his true name the “Dark Knight”. If you’ve never met this version of Batman, try reading Frank Miller’s graphic novel “The Dark Knight Returns”.

I grew up on it as a kid, I soaked it in as a teenager. I still remember. No he did not kill–he made crooks wish they were dead. He made them pay. He was all about vengance and justice. It was almost…biblical.

My wife deserved justice, and I would give it to her.

I went to her job and watched her go in early, just like always. She had refused to quit, she just carried mace and a security whistle. A few minutes later asshole showed up. I had taken the bus, from where I had left my car. I never let him get out. I just hit him 3 times with my stun gun through his rolled down window. I pushed him to the passanger’s side and drove his fancy, loser sports car out of there. Glad he sprung for the tinted windows.
It was dark when I pulled into my garage. I unloaded the trash, handcuffed him , zapped him again and maced him just for fun. Then I put my gloves back on and drove to a seedy area, and left the keys in the ignition. Then I walked 4 blocks uptown to the parking lot I had left my car in, and drove home.

It was 9:45.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey, I said as I kicked Bruce awake.

We were in my sound proof basement now, and he was tied naked on the carpeted floor.

“Huh, where am I what did you do? HELP!!”

“SSSSh Brucie, be a good girl for me now. Do you know who I am? I’m Susan Pressman’s husband.”

“Nooo! No please I did not do it, I’m so sorry!” he wailed in contradiction as he pissed himself.

“I’ve done some research Brucie-girl. The most expensive call girl I could find was $3,000 per night. You could do anything you wanted to her but you had to wear a condom, and if she was injured there was a $2,000 penalty. So lets do a little math Brucie. I’ve decided my wife is worth 10 times any call girl. You did injure her so that’s $5,000 X 10. You owe her $50,000. You did not use a condom, and let’s face it she is not a call girl–you raped her. I’m going to charge you $25,000 for that. Her ER, Hospital, and Physical Therapy came to 28,000–yes insurance paid most of that, but I am collecting for them too. Finally, you just ruined my carpet by pissing on it. I’m going to charge 5,000 to replace all the carpeting down here. So….you owe $108,000. A top of the line call girl gets $5000 to be abused, but you are not top of the line. I will give you half, $2,500 a session. You can stay right here until you pay us back, then I will let you go. I’m gonna enjoy your sweet little faggot mouth. I don’t know if I can stand fucking you–we will see. Don’t worry though Susan’s brother Ron, is gay. I’m sure he will help out once I explain what you did to his baby sister.”

“Please god, please no don’t do this to me!!” he shrieked like a little
girl.

“You got a purty mouth Brucie, and I’m gonna fuck it…but I think I want my toes sucked first. Lick between them and don’t forget the heel.”

Epilogue

Susan got home around 5:30 and I was just plum tuckered out.

“C’mere baby we need to talk. I did something tonight and you need to decide if you want to be part of it. Go downstairs and look in the basement.”

“Ok John, but why are you being so mysterious…”

“John what have you done, Bruce Kent is in our basement?! Oh my god are you going to kill him? I know what he did but murder is wrong.”“Such a sweet baby. No I will not kill him unless you want me to. He raped you, an I will rape him. Susan he took something precious from you. I want you to take it back. Rape that piece of shit Susan. Make him scream, beg, cry for YOU. Shove a dildo up his ass, put his balls in a vise, slap him kick him pisss on him, shit on him–until you feel justice has been done. Remember how he made you feel, what he did to you fo no reason, and then be fair to him.”

My wife tucked her head and cried for a long time. Then she looked at me and said, “I love you, I can’t believe you did this for me. How long can we keep him?”

The police are not dumb. It was a week before they began to look for him. The Doorbell rang, It was Detective Bullock.

“Good Morning Mr. Pressman, do you remember me? I wanted to alert you that Bruce Kent has gone missing. Now missing persons cases are no big deal. But murder investigations are. Do you have an opinion on whether we will see Mr. Kent again?”

I looked into the cold eyes of the cop before me. He knew! He knew, and as long as we did not kill him, did not care.

“Oh his kind are like rats and roaches they always turn up. I wouldn’t be surprised if you found him wandering the strets naked in a week or so. I would not be surprised at all.”

DET Bullock stared at me for 30 seconds and then a wicked grin flashed.

“And Justice for All,” he said as he turned and walked away.

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Darkness. Darkness in its purest form. Darkness blacker than black.

Pain. Throbbing, pounding pain. Searing pain.

Fear. Fear of …. what?

Fear of the darkness. Fear of the pain. Fear of the unknown. She feared all of these things, without really understanding why. Feared them at some primal, elemental level. She felt the fear crawling through her, invading every fiber of her being. She trembled with fear. Her stomach knotted with fear. She whimpered.

Confusion. And now the confusion joined the fear. She didn’t understand. Didn’t comprehend. Where was she? Where …..

She was on her back. Hardness. Underneath her was hardness. And cold. And rough. Unyielding. Concrete? Yes, that was it. Concrete. But how …

Think. Think more. Try to understand. What else?

Her arms over her head, her legs spread wide. She tried to move, tried to close her legs, tried to lower her arms, but she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she move? What was holding her? She thought, tried to focus, to concentrate. Her head was spinning.

Something … something was around her wrists and her ankles. She could feel it. Feel it holding her. What was it? Think. Think about the feeling. What was it? Rope. It was rope at her wrists and ankles, holding her down, unmoving. She pulled against the ropes. Nothing happened.

The pain. The pain in her head kept her from focusing. Throbbing. Pounding. Why wouldn’t the pain stop? She tried to think past the pain. Tried to understand where she was, what was happening.

She was cold. Yes, cold. Why was she so cold? Why was she so … because she was naked, she realized. She was cold because she was completely naked. Where had her clothes gone? She didn’t remember undressing. And why would she undress … here? Where was here? Where was she?

Something else. Something over her eyes. And something in her mouth. What? What was it? The word ‘blindfold’ slipped into her mind. Yes a blindfold. And … and a gag. That was it. Of course. Why hadn’t she realized it sooner?

But how … and why? The pain interfered with her thoughts. Interfered with her analysis of her situation. She groaned. Groaned in response to the pain in her head. The brutal, throbbing pain.

Where was she? How had she gotten here? And why was she naked on the floor?

Slowly, very slowly, her mind began to clear. Bits and pieces started to come into focus. Tiny slivers of information, half remembered. Were the images real, or just imaginings? She seemed to remember …

Walking. She had been walking. But where? Where? Home! Yes, that was it. She had been walking home from … from … the bus stop! Yes! That was it! She had left work and took the bus home. She got off the bus and … walked. Yes. She had three blocks to walk from the bus stop to her apartment building. But how … how did she come to be … here?

Her head started spinning. The dizziness swept over her in a wave. She felt nauseous, sick to her stomach. She breathed deeply through her nose to try and clear her head. Gradually, ever so gradually, the dizziness retreated, and the sick feeling left her. She shivered from the cold.

Think. Think. Walking. She had been walking from the bus stop …

The alley. The alley between her apartment building and the building next door. She remembered walking past the alley, reaching into her purse for her keys, and then … and then pain. And darkness.

Darkness. Pain. Fear.

Pain. Yes, pain! She had been hit! Hit over the head with … with something! She had been … been … oh dear God!

Her mind cleared and she realized how desperate her situation was. She was blindfolded and gagged, tied down naked and spread-eagled on a cold concrete floor. She was being held … where? … by who? She didn’t know where or who, but she suddenly knew why, and her heart raced.

It slammed full force into her consciousness. Tied down. Naked. Spread-eagled. Her body trembled uncontrollably with fear as she understood that there could be only one reason. Only one reason to kidnap a woman, strip her naked, and tie her down. Tears welled up in her eyes as the terror filled her mind and soul.

She struggled against her bonds, pulling and jerking in an attempt to break free. The ropes held firm, keeping her helpless on the floor. She whimpered as fear and frustration washed over her.

What would he do with her? What would he do to her? How long would he keep her here? Would he kill her when he was done using her? Would he … he? How did she know it was “he”? How could she be sure it wasn’t “they”? Her trembling increased as this new horror wormed it’s way into her brain. Could there be more than one? Could there be a group of them?

Silently she prayed. Prayed for rescue from this torment. Someone would come. Someone would find her. They had to! They just had to! She whimpered softly as the sick feeling of terror crept through her. She tugged futilely at her bonds.

She stiffened and sucked in her breath. Had she heard something? A scuffing on the floor? She held her breath and listened, straining her ears. She had thought … thought she had heard … but there was nothing. No sound. No noise. Her trembling increased as her fear grew. Was somebody there? Was somebody coming for her?

Straining to hear the slightest sound, holding her breath until she felt the blood pounding in her ears. Listening. Listening. Nothing. There was nothing to hear. Slowly, the tension left her body. She resumed breathing. She felt her tears dampening her blindfold as she whimpered into her gag.

Her body jerked as if she had been hit with an electric shock. Something … someBODY had touched her! Touched the inside of her thigh! She felt her heart pounding in her chest, beating faster, harder. Her breathing was ragged. Terror filled her senses. What was he doing? Where was he?

She screamed into the gag as she felt a hand lay itself on her naked thigh. He was right beside her! She tried pulling away as the hand slowly caressed her leg, moving down to her calf, then back up to her thigh. She shook her head “no” and whimpered in frustration and shame as the hand moved up, traveling slowly over the mound of her vagina. Her stomach turned as she felt the finger working it’s way between the lips of her vagina, rubbing, rubbing ever so slowly. Her skin crawled at his touch.

Now his other hand was on her as well. Caressing her stomach. Moving slowly, gradually, higher. The hand now covering her right breast, kneading and squeezing as a finger on his other hand slowly penetrated her. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut as the invading finger was slowly shoved up inside of her.

She tried to twist away from him, but her restraints held her firm. She moaned in disgust as he leaned over, placing his mouth on her left breast, sucking and chewing on her nipple, while his hands still worked on her. His finger was slowly pumping her, and she flushed red as she realized she was becoming damp.

He moved to her right breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth as he slipped a second finger into her. She jerked her body in a futile attempt to escape, her head rolling from side to side as tears soaked her blindfold. This couldn’t be happening to her! It just couldn’t!

She felt him shift position, moving away from her side. Before she had been cold, so very cold. But now, as she felt her unseen, unknown attacker kneel between her legs, beads of perspiration, born of pure terror, formed on her forehead. She heard the sound of a zipper, felt him moving closer. And then she felt his weight pressing down on her trembling body, pressing her to the cold concrete.

Revulsion flooded through her as she felt him pressing his thick, hard penis against her vagina. She screamed into the gag and jerked against her bonds as he spread her open and forced his way into her. Deeper and deeper he drove into her until he was finally buried completely inside of her.

His hands continued roaming over her body as he slowly raped her. He snaked them underneath her and took hold of her buttocks, pulling her up to meet him each time he thrust into her. She quit trying to fight. She knew it was useless. She collapsed on the floor and lay limp as he used her.

Over and over he drove into her. He was thrusting with increasing speed and force. She whimpered in pain each time he impaled her. The rape had now turned brutal. His hands had moved under her shoulder blades and were now grasping her shoulders. He jerked her body down each time he drove viciously into her. The pain was nearly unbearable and she cried out in response.

Faster and harder he drove into her, grunting like an animal as the violence of the attack increased. Her brow was furrowed against the pain and she screamed with each thrust of his hips. He was pounding, pounding, pounding … and then she heard him groan in her ear. She felt her stomach constrict and the bile rise in her throat as he shot a long stream of thick, hot fluids into her body. He continued stroking, spraying her insides with more and more of his disgusting filth, until finally, drained and satiated, he collapsed on top of her.

Sobs wracked her as he lay on top of her, panting in her ear. She felt him slowly softening inside of her while she wept out her anguish. Then, with a grunt, he lifted himself off of her, pulling out of her as he did. She felt his fluids leaking out of her, running slowly between her buttocks. The shame, humiliation and revulsion she felt were overpowering.

She heard him walking away as she lay on the floor, helpless and weeping. Her stomach constricted again. She had to fight down the urge to be sick. The gag in her mouth would cause her to strangle on her own vomit if she became ill. The sick feeling stayed with her, even as she tried to will it away.

Sound. There was a sound. Footsteps, coming towards her. Was he coming back? He couldn’t do it again. Not this soon. He couldn’t have recovered already. Was he going to kill her? But why? Why kill her? She couldn’t identify him. She had never seen him.

Closer he came. Closer and closer. Her heart was racing. She saw her own death, brutal, violent and painful. She quivered as panic swept through her.

And then he was on top of her, pushing his penis easily up into her well used and lubricated vagina. It was now that she realized that this was a different man. He wasn’t as heavy, and his organ was longer. Shame flooded her with the realization that she was being raped by two different men. Two? Maybe three? Or more? She had no idea how many there might be. She moaned in self pity and self loathing as the animal on top of her used her body like a piece of meat. That’s all she was to them. A piece of meat with a warm, moist hole to deposit their disgusting fluids in.

She wept quietly as the rapist kept thrusting, grunting and sweating as he drove repeatedly into her. She was becoming sore down there, and cried out in pain. The animal didn’t care. He didn’t care how much pain she was in.

His mouth was on her breast, sucking and chewing. Pain lanced through her as he viciously bit her nipple. Her back arched and she screamed into her gag. She had never felt so much pain.

Still he ravaged her. Brutally. Viciously. Pounding into her with long, hard strokes. She felt him inside of her, felt him withdrawing and thrusting, driving deep into her. Her stomach twisted, her heart pounded. Terror. Revulsion. Humiliation. Shame. Fear. Always fear.

She heard him moan, felt him throbbing inside of her. Once more she was revolted as she felt the heat of his fluids filling her. Felt the warmth spreading through her as he pumped more of his liquids into her. With a shudder, he drained the last of his load, sighed in pleasure, and collapsed on top of her.

He lay on her for nearly three minutes, breathing heavily while his erection gradually dwindled. To her, it seemed like an eternity. Finally, he pulled out of her, stood up, and walked away.

Alone. Alone in the darkness. She trembled in fear of the unknown. How long would this continue? How long, and how many, would use her? How long would the anguish, the pain, the terror continue? And when they were done with her, what then? Would they kill her? Would they kill her and dispose of her body in some filthy, out of the way ditch, never to be found? Would they kill her quickly, or would they slowly torture her to death?

She felt dirty, filthy. She felt as if a layer of scum was coating her body. As if she were covered with lice. Crawling, creeping. Moving over her body. Again she fought down the urge to vomit.

She tensed. Footsteps. Footsteps approaching her. Not again. Oh God, please not again. She couldn’t stand anymore. Couldn’t stand being raped again. Her trembling worsened. Fear. Terror. Revulsion.

He was kneeling between her legs. His hands played over her, kneading her breasts. Then moving, moving down her sides, slowly moving over her stomach, down her thighs to her calves. Squeezing. Rubbing. Slowly moving up her legs. Over her stomach. Back to her breasts.

He leaned forward. She felt his tongue licking at her stomach. Her skin fluttered at the crawling, sickening sensation his touch evoked in her. He moved higher, nibbling and licking as he went. Higher. Higher. His mouth was on her breast, sucking and chewing. She moaned as he lowered his weight onto her. He was a big man, fat and smelly. His weight crushed her to the floor. It was difficult to breathe.

His hand moved between them. Grasping his organ, he guided it to her opening. She cried out as he forced his way into her, moving deeper with each thrust of his hips. He was huge, bigger than either of the first two. Longer, thicker. She felt as if she were being torn open. He was driving against her cervix now, causing her to scream in pain with each thrust.

Her head was swimming in the pain. The searing, tearing, incredible pain. Her head was snapping from side to side as she tried to twist her body away from this brutal creature. Repeatedly he crammed himself viciously into her, ripping a scream from her throat with each assault. No more! Oh dear God, no more!

His hands were moving. Over her breasts. Up her chest. Onto her shoulders. Finally, around her throat. Panic replaced pain in the forefront of her mind as she felt his fingers tightening, squeezing. He was going to kill her! Oh God he was going to strangle her while he raped her!

She screamed into the gag as his hands tightened around her throat. Screamed in sheer terror as the pressure of his fingers increased. Screamed until he squeezed her throat closed and she could scream no more.

Her lungs tried in vain to draw air into her body. She fought ineffectually against the rapist who was strangling the life out of her. She struggled against the ropes, pulling and jerking. Her body was bouncing and twisting. Her head twisted and turned. She felt her lungs starting to burn for lack of oxygen. The blood was pounding in her ears. She could feel a throbbing in her head as her brain was deprived of blood.
He was pounding into her with a vengeance. The bouncing, twisting and trembling of her struggling body exciting him beyond the brink. He squeezed yet tighter with his hands, increasing her pain and her terror.

She felt herself swooning, and fought to retain consciousness. If she passed out, she would die. She didn’t want to die! Oh God, she didn’t want to die! Her lungs screamed out for oxygen. The pounding in her head was unbearable. Her struggles against the ropes intensified. She felt the darkness moving towards her. Closing in. Her body stiffened and her trembling increased as she felt herself slipping away. Trembling. Quivering.

From a far distance, from what seemed like miles, she heard a groan. A deep, guttural groan. Some part of her drifting, tortured mind registered a throbbing inside of her, and then heat. Heat spreading through her body. Heat filling her insides.

And then, the pressure on her throat relented, slackened. Coughing and choking, she greedily drew air into her tortured lungs. She wanted to take deep breaths, to suck the air in, but with the gag in place, she could only breathe through her nostrils. Gradually, the burning in her lungs and the pounding in her head subsided, leaving only the terror. She had nearly died. She had been so close …

The sadistic animal lifted his weight and withdrew his penis from her battered body. Still she trembled with the memory of the pain and terror. If he hadn’t climaxed right then, would he have released her throat, or would he have continued strangling her? She shivered in revulsion and disgust at the thought of him pumping his fluids into her dead body, continuing to use her even after she was lifeless. What kind of people were they? What kind of sick people now had her under their complete control?

She lay on the cold, hard floor, trembling and crying, the memories of her abuse filling her mind. How long had she been here? More important, how much longer would they keep her? How many of them were there? How often would they use her? And what would they do with her when they were done?

Through the night, the terror continued. Her abusers were sadistic, inflicting pain on her in various means as they took her. Several times she was convinced that she would die in just seconds. The cold, numbing fear was her constant companion. Her body trembled at every sound, every imagining. She lived in a constant state of terror.

How many times had she been raped so far? She couldn’t remember. She didn’t even know how many different men had used her. She thought some of them had raped her more than once, but she couldn’t even be sure of that. She only knew that as soon as one would finish with her, another would take his place. Her back and buttocks were rubbed raw from the constant contact with the rough concrete floor. Her body ached from the repeated abuse. Her mind, constantly terrified by both the known and the unknown, exhausted by the constant abuse, began to retreat into unconsciousness as yet another unseen attacker mounted her. She felt him enter her as the veil was drawn.

Darkness. Darkness in it’s purest form. Darkness blacker than black.

Pain. Throbbing, pounding pain. Searing pain.

Fear. Fear of …. what?

Fear of the darkness. Fear of the pain. Fear of the unknown. She feared all of these things, without really understanding why. Feared them at some primal, elemental level. She felt the fear crawling through her, invading every fiber of her being. She trembled with fear. Her stomach knotted with fear. She whimpered.

Confusion. And now the confusion joined the fear. She didn’t understand. Didn’t comprehend. Where was she? Where …..

She was on her side. Softness. Underneath her was softness. And warmth. And thickness. Yielding. Grass? Yes, that was it. Grass. But how …

Think. Think more. Try to understand. What else?

Her arms behind her back, her legs close together. She tried to move, tried to open her legs, tried to bring her arms forward, but she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she move? What was holding her? She thought, tried to focus, to concentrate. Her head was spinning.

Something was around her wrists and her ankles. She could feel it. Feel it holding her. What was it? Rope. Her wrists were tied together, as were her ankles. And she was gagged and blindfolded. And then she remembered.

Raped. The word flashed into her mind. She shuddered. Oh God, she had been raped. Repeatedly raped and brutalized by numerous men. She remembered the pain, the terror. She began trembling uncontrollably. Where were they? Were they coming back? Would they hurt her even more? Would they kill her?

She stiffened. Had she heard something? She held her breath and strained her ears, listening. Footsteps. She heard footsteps! Oh God, they were coming back! They were coming back to hurt her even more! Her body was wracked with sobbing as the horror of it sunk in.

She jumped as she felt hand touch her. They were touching her face, pulling at the blindfold, removing it. She was blinded by the brightness of the light. She felt the hands working on the gag, and then it was gone.

“Please don’t hurt me!” she whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me anymore!”

“No one is going to hurt you. You’re safe. Do you understand me? You’re safe.”

Her eyes were adjusting to the light. She could make out the grass and the trees. Looking up, she recognized the green and brown of the park ranger’s uniform. She began weeping.

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There are some things that are frightening, that are terrifying. Things of which the merest thought can send a shiver up the spine of the person who contemplates them. These things inspire a high level of fear in the person who experiences them. But when an element of the unknown is added, an element beyond the comprehension or understanding of the victim, the level of fear increases. Rape is one of those things.

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 Author if this story is: Luckytom44

John was on a scouting mission. He was the most discrete member of the Anaconda Gang. The gang needed a large payout to party with. So he was visiting the rich neighborhood, with the large detached houses with fancy large gardens & driveways. He drove around in his large white van when he noticed another large delivery van pull into a long driveway. John pulled up & sneaked into the driveway. He watched as the driver rang the doorbell. He watched as a pail skinned blonde woman answered the door. The van driver then delivered a large number of wrapped boxes, and then carefully carried a large wedding cake into the house. John grinned to himself the slowly left the targeted house.

Sarah was very nervous about the wedding day. Her husband to be Stephen was spending the night in a hotel with his best man. So Sarah had invited her 2 bridesmaids over to spend the night with her. Sarah’s two bridesmaids were Jennifer whose family originated from Spain; she was quite short with long dark hair, dark skin and curvy figure. The second was Cathy a feisty athletic girl with short auburn hair. She was about 6 foot tall & practiced kickboxing as a hobby. Sarah joked that she could be her bodyguard as well as their bridesmaid. They had all been friends since private school all had nice middle class jobs and now in their late twenties Sarah was the first to get married & settle down.

They had all decided to try on their dresses one last time to make sure they fitted. They sat around together in the house’s large lounge laughing & joking. Sarah admired herself in the mirror she was about 5’10 tall with long blond hair pert breasts with a very pail white skin. Her friends put the paleness down to her & Stephen’s vegetarianism; they had both met while working for a legal firm specializing in environmental court cases. Slowly together the girls got dressed first of all putting on their white lacy bra, panties, stockings & suspenders. Then they each put on their long flowing low cut white wedding dresses. Finally they put on there white high heeled shoes’ and admired themselves in the mirror.

Meanwhile the four man Anaconda Gang were breaking into the house. The gang had met up 6 months ago in a local gym. They were all unemployed and were fed up with the way life was treating them. They all wanted to make some easy money while having some fun. The oldest & leader of the gang was Bill who was in his early forties. He had been divorced twice & developed a passion for abusing happily married women. The second member was Frank in his late thirties. He had spent a large amount of time in prison mainly for violent robbery & was decorated with a large number tattoos. In prison he had learnt skills to bully & abuse his victims. Then next member was John in his early thirties, the most respectable looking member of the gang. He used to be an engineer & was the most clear headed & logical member. The youngest member was Steve a hot headed young man in his early twenties. He looked up to the other members of the gang especially Bill as father figures who he could learn off. The gang quietly slipped across the large garden of the secluded house donning black ski masks. Each member had solid muscles from the time spent at the gym & were now looking to excise some other muscles.

John quickly disabled the alarm system then the gang forced open the back kitchen door & piled into the house. The 3 girls’ looks round in shock as the gang entered the room. Cathy was the first to act kicking Steve sending him flying. The she kicked Frankie but he kept coming she tried to do kick him again, but the heal on her shoe snapped & they both went flying onto the floor Cathy throwing punches at Frank. John & Bill placed knifes at the other 2 shocked girls throats.

“If you don’t fucking stop! We’ll slit the whores’ throats!” shouted Bill. Cathy looked round saw the situation & stopped. Frank climbed on top of Cathy & punched her in the face. He got up & Steve started kicking her in the side.

“That’s for kicking me you bitch!” sneered Steve. Cathy rolled up into a ball defeated.

“Stop that!” ordered John, “Check if anyone else is here.” Steve went off & checked the rooms.

“No one else here.” He said on return.

“Find something to tie up those two, while we open the presents” said Bill nodding towards thee large pile of presents. “Then teach VanDamm here a lesson”

Frank giggled & reached down & pulled off Cathy’s white stockings. They were then used to tie the other girls hands behind there backs. Frank then sat on Cathy molesting her tits while the other 3 unwrapped the presents.

John unwrapped a top of the range digital camera & whistled. The other gang members cheered as they knew what would happen next. The 3 girls were crying at the wrecking of their special day.

Once the gifts were unwrapped John loaded a tape into the camera Cathy was forced to her feet & then bent face down over a table. Then the long flowing white dress was lifted up over her face, revealing her lacey white panties. Bill removed his belt & started wrapping it around his fist.

“Ok! Here’s a lesson for people who defy us!” announced Bill & Whack! Bought the belt down onto the right cheek of Cathy’s bottom, Cathy’s scream was muffled by the dress. Then Whack! The belt was whipped across the left cheek. Then Whack! The hardest hit of all as the belt was whipped up onto her pussy. Cathy was now crying hysterically. Bill rained down blows onto her bottom, pussy & thighs for 5 minutes, while John filmed. Then he stopped.

“Will you be a good girl now and do as we say?” Bill asked. The defeated Cathy nodded. “Well show me by pulling down your panties so we can see your ass.” Cathy hesitated then reached behind herself & pulled down her soiled panties letting them drop to the floor. Bill admired the battered & bruised bottom then reached down & picked up her panties. Then he pulled Cathy to her feet & while looking into her eyes sniffed her panties. Cathy looked like she was about to throw up.

“OK you help us & we’ll try to be gentle to you & your friends, understand?”
Cathy nodded sobbing. Frank & Steve then went over to Sarah & pulled her over to the table then forced her to lie on her back with her legs dangling over the edge. They then pulled her skirt up around her waist exposing her panties & shocking tops. John then paned the camera up & down the helpless bride. Then Bill whispered to Cathy.

“I want to see her tits.” Cathy stood there Zombie like.

“I want to see her tits, if I have to ask again I’ll beat the shit out of this whore bride.” Sarah nodded to Cathy who then reached forward & pulled down the top of the wedding dress exposing her white lacy bra. The sobbing Cathy then paused before pull down the bra revealing Sarah’s milky white breasts.

“Very good”, commented Bill “Why don’t you pull down her panties.” Cathy started crying but slowly pulled down the white panties over Sarah’s white stockings. Then pulled them over Sarah’s white shoes. Sarah kept her thighs tightly together.

“That’s good, but I can’t see anything good.” Said Bill “Put you head between her thighs so I can see her pussy.” Cathy once again hesitated then followed her orders. Getting to her knees then pulling Sarah’s knees apart. The terrified Sarah didn’t put up much resistance, soon everyone in the room could see the neatly trimmed blond pubic hair which framed Sarah’s beautiful pussy.

“Husband was in for a treat wasn’t he?” sneered Bill “Shame we’re going to take it first, Cathy why don’t you eat the bride out a pre wedding treat.” Sarah started to sob & cry, so Bill stuffed Cathy’s soiled panties into her mouth. Then placed his knee at the back of Cathy’s head, forcing her mouth against Sarah’s pussy.

“I can’t make out the whore’s tits on screen” Said John “Their too white”

“I’ll sort that out!” sai d Bill and Whack! He brought the belt down hard on the left breast then Whack! Down onto the right. Sarah started to cry into her gag & shake. This made her pussy rub against Cathy’s mouth. Jennifer started to scream & cry & Steve forced Sarah’s panties into her mouth to shut her up. After a few more blows Sarah’s breasts were nice & red. John nodded that he was happy that they were showing up on the camera.

“Ok bitch I want to see the inside of her pussy” ordered Bill removing his knee from the back of Cathy’s head. Cathy’s look round her face was caked in tears, sweat and wisps of blond pubic hair. Then she reached with 2 fingers & pulled apart the lips of Sarah’s pussy John got a close up of her insides. Then Bill forced Cathy’s head round and without any prompting she started to lick the exposed pussy & finger the clit.

After a couple of minutes of this Sarah was grinding her thighs & Cathy was attacking the exposed pussy with relish.

“I think the bitchs’ are enjoying themselves a bit too much” said Bill “Would you like to play wit the other whore.’” Cathy nodded knowing that to stay alive she would have to do as she was told. Bill then pulled her unresisting body away from Sarah’s thighs. Then Frank & Steve pushed Sarah off the table she curled into a ball sobbing.

Frank & Steve then pulled the struggling Jennifer over to the tab forcing her down into the same position as Sarah. Then without any prompting Cathy pulled down Jennifer’s dress & ripped open her bra. Then she ripped off Jennifer’s panties and started eating her pussy.

“Looks like this bitch is a dyke at heart.” laughed Frank. “Do you think the other bitches are closet carpet munchers too?”

After a couple of minutes filming John pulled Cathy off as she was having too much fun. Jennifer just lay on her back in shock.

While Cathy had been eating out Jennifer then 4 men had stripped naked apart from their shi masks & were ready for the next round of the party.

Bill pulled Sarah too her feet & led her over to a sofa where she was made to lie on her back with her legs spread. Bill then pulled the gag out of her mouth & crushed his mouth against hers’ forcing his tongue inside her mouth. He climbed on top of her & placed the tip of his erect penis against the wet entrance of her pussy then he forced himself hard inside her to the hilt. She screamed into his mouth as her insides are ripped. He then starts pumping in and out of her hard savoring his delicious prize.

Frank grabbed Cathy & brought her over to the middle of the room & forced her onto her knees then he forced her forward so that her face & breasts were forced against the floor with her ass pointing up in the air. Then he spits into her exposed anus & works the spit down with 2 fingers. Cathy started to beg & cry so he forces Jennifer’s ripped panties into her mouth then he starts to force his stiff penis inch by inch into her partially lubricated anus.

Meanwhile John has lifted Jennifer’s feet onto his shoulders & has positioned he cock at the entrance of her pussy. Steve has climbed onto the table sitting astride her stomach towards her face. He moulds her large dark breasts around his cock & starts to stroke in & out with the tip touching her stuffed cheeks. John then with one thrust forces his cock deep within her pussy which despite Cathy’s lubrication rips at the violent thrust. She starts to buck & groan on the table increasing her attacker’s enjoyment.

‘That’s it you fucking bitch’ whispered Frank into Cathy’s ear, ‘This is something I learned in the can, sweetest way to rape someone. I get sooo much pleasure & you get real pain, you thought you’d got paid back for kicking you stupid fucking bitch you thought wrong. I’m goanna pump you till you’re ripped in two & need diapers. Then I’m goanna come back for more, you’ll be begging the others for help by the time I’m done, yes, yes, yes.’ Frank had now buried his cock in deep & was pumping in & out Cathy just lay there silently weeping as she fell the violent bully ripping her in tow. She silently prayed for the nightmare to end.

Bill had forced Sarah’s knees against her abused breast & was now penetrating as deep as possible. Sarah grunted at each thrust, this was the deepest any man had penetrated her & it hurt. Then she felt a build up inside him.

‘Please don’t come inside me’ she whimpered. Bill chuckled as his warm seed spurted out inside her womb.

Steve fire’s his sperm over Jennifer’s face letting it drip down her stuffed check. He then sadistically whipped some into her eyes making her blink before wrapping her hair around it to wipe it clean. This left a cobweb pattern of drying sperm in her black hair.
John meanwhile was about to come & lunched his seed deep into the abused woman’s womb.

Frank was building up to cumming in Cathy’s bowels. Her blood was mixing with her sweat making her nicely lubricated as he pumped harder & harder. Finally he came deep into her bowels. As a final insult he wiped his cock in her short hair. She just lay there crying.

Steve as the youngest of the group was already erect again.. He pushed Cathy over onto her back.

‘You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that earlier trick did you’ as he forced his dick into her dry pussy. She groaned into her gag. Steve pulled the gag from her mouth & forced her to French kiss him.

Bill & John were both working themselves up erections & swapped places neither woman would offer any resistance as both men inserted their hardening cocks into the battered pussies.

Frank meanwhile picked up the camera & filmed the abuse.

Steve forced Cathy to wrap her muscular arms & legs around him. He lifted her off the floor & banged her painful ass against the floor causing her to cry out in pain. The sound of her pain was such a turn on & he quickly came inside her. He climbed off her & went into the kitchen looking for something to eat & drink.

Bill & John played to the camera as they raped the two women. Changing the girls positions many times, causing them to cry out in pain on cue. Both women had tears running down their faces. After gaining maximum enjoyment from their victims both men quickly came inside them.

Frank was now erect again so he put down the camera and went back to the unfortunate Cathy. He forced her onto all fours before mounting her doggy style forcing his cock into her still open anus. She shrieked with pain as he changed angles to inflict more pain onto her over abused anus.

Steve retuned with his food & drink. Some bottles of Champagne & the wedding cake!
Bill pushed Jennifer onto the floor & the cake was placed in the middle of the table. Then the 3 men started to take swigs from the bottles of champagne. They watched as Frank continued to torture Cathy.

Frank played to the crowd & started hurling abuse at Cathy again.

‘That’s it bitch! When I’m finished you’ll be wearing diapers for the rest of your life! Your friends won’t speak to you again now they’ve found out you’re a fucking dyke! You enjoyed eating the other two whores’, didn’t you bitch? Fucking bitch! you’ll never kick anyone again!”

He raped her as hard as he could then came deep in Cathy’s tortured bowels again. He climbed off her & she rolled onto her side the blood staining her dress. Frank then grabbed Jennifer by her hair & pulled her into the middle of the room.

‘Put on a show for us while we eat’ he ordered. Jennifer. ‘While we eat the cake, you eat her asshole. And do it good, or I’d do the same to you.’ He untied Jennifer’s hands. Then she lifted Cathy’s skirt & started to probe with her tongue.

Bill cut everyone a slice of cake which they started to eat.

‘Crawl here, bitch bride’ said John. Obediently Sarah got on her hands & knees & crawled over to the table. John untied her hands.

‘Why don’t you suck our cocks, while we eat your cake’ ordered Bill. Sarah hesitated then placed Bills cock in her mouth. She could taste hers’ & Jennifer’s pussy juices as she desperately sucked him off. Bill was in seventh heaven eating wedding cake while the bride gave him a blow job.

‘The funny thing is’ said Steve. ‘They’ve got no meat in their kitchen, they must be vegetarians.’

‘Is that right?’ asked Bob. Sarah nodded while sucking; ‘We’ll seeing as we’re guests in your house. We’ll respect your lifestyle & not expect you to swallow any meet.’ He then pulled his cock out of her mouth & fired sperm over her face & breasts.

John then took his place & was given a blow job while he ate the cake. He too “respected her lifestyle” & coated her face with his cum. Steve was next & her face was soon coated in 3 mans cum.

Jennifer’s face was now buried deep inside Cathy’s crack. Cathy was starting to moan as the tongue soothed the ripped tissues of her anus. Jennifer’s face was covered in a mixture of shit, blood & sperm but she was desperate to please the gang.
Now came the cock Sarah was dreading, Franks. She looked at it coated in dried cum, blood & shit before closing her eyes & putting the gritty item into her mouth. She nearly gagged on the taste. Soon Frank was erect then he pulled the cock out of her mouth..

‘You know the problem is bitch’ said Frank laughing ‘I’ve got this thing where I can only cum in one hole and I’d hate to have this wasted.’

‘No!’ screamed Sarah as John & Steve pulled her to her feet. She was then forced to bend over the table as Frank positioned himself behind her. He lifted her skirts up then placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her anus. He grabbed a handful of her hair then forced himself inside her. As he did this he slammed her head into the wedding cake. She screamed in pain but these were muffled by the cake entering her mouth.
Frank lifted her head up & it was caked in the remains of the wedding cake.

“Oh yes bitch, only virgins wear white & your certainly a virgin here, so only fair I fucking rip you open here, husband will love it a new hole broken in, give him more to play with” whispered Frank into Sarah’s ear, raping the bride. 

Bill was erect again he dragged Jennifer to her feet & pulled her over the other side of the table. It was time to take her virgin ass as well. John started filming this next round of fun. Bill copying the expert Frank grabbed a handful of Jennifer’s hair then forced his cock inside her rectum he then slammed her head into the cake to muffle her scream.
Both men started pumping in & out of the two abused assholes. Due to the number of fucks had tonight it would be a while before they came. Both women were starting to groan in the pain. Bill & John guided the two heads together & forced them to French Kiss each other. Then they were made to lick the cake & dried sperm off each others face. All the while the two men were forcing there cocks deeper & deeper into the 2 rectums.

‘Oh yes’ screamed Frank. ‘I knew these other 2 were dykes as well. Fucking bitch would get married then the 3 would munch together, goanna, rip the fucking mug off. But we’ve found what you really are dyke whores who should only work as ho’s. I fucking pimp ya if you like. All 3 of you are worthless lumps of meat, easily turned in to fucking dyke ho’s!”

This show had made Steve hard again & he pulled Cathy over to him & made her give him a blow job. He forced his cock deep into her throat making her gag then made her swallow every drop of his sperm. Cathy was then pulled over to the table & made to suck Jennifer’s clit while the cock pounded her ass. Then she was forced to do the same to Sarah.

After 10 minutes of hard ramming into the 2 women’s asses both men fired there load deep into their bowels. The 2 women then lay face down on the table crying while blood stained their dresses. Cathy her face smeared with the juice of the other to women collapses on the floor under the table.

Then Anaconda Gang then got dressed Steve kept watch on the 3 women as 1st of all the wedding presents were loaded in the back of the van. Then the gang ransacked house taking all the valuables & the electrical goods. Finally they took the jewelry off the 3 victims including the engagement ring.

Now it was time to clean up the house bleach was thrown over the sofa & carpet to destroy any DNA evidence. Then the 3 women were herded into the shower. First of all very cold then very hot water was sprayed over the women. Then the shower head was forced up each woman pussy & anus to wash them out. Then they were each forced to soap each others pussy & anus then they were given a final blast of cold water. Then finally they were dragged back into the lounge where they were each tied up against a radiator & gagged. They lay there shivering & sobbing as they knew they would not be found till the morning.

The Anaconda Gang took the panties & stockings as souvenirs & drove off to visit their fence to sell the presents too. Then they would watch there exploits on the TV news & read about them in the paper. They would have a couple of day’s relaxation. Then meet up to watch their video & plan the next party.

Wedding rape, raped brides, raped bridemaids all this on video: Ravished Bride.

Author is: JezDaMental

Kelly was the kind of girl that was obsessed with her man. When he was not with her she would always wonder where he was and what he was doing. Which was usually nothing. Until one day when she found out he was fucking Amy.

Amy was a girl that Kelly worked with at a bar. I worked there too. Kelly and I both hated Amy. She was better looking than us and would always say things to let us know that she knew that. Though for the 3 weeks leading up to Kelly’s discovery Amy had learned quickly to behave when Kelly let her know that she had discovered some proof of Amy’s infidelities with other men.

Amy had a rich boyfriend who was putting her through college and planned to buy her a business when she graduated. That was probably the biggest reason Kelly became so infuriated when she found out about Amy and her boyfriend Joe. What right did she have to fuck some other girls guy when she had her rich boyfriend taking care of her.

Joe had already learned his lesson. Kelly kicked him out of the house and was gone for good. But she still had plans for lil’ old Amy. Plans that unfortunately included me. Which at the time I was just as mad at Amy and was just as glad to help out with teaching her a lesson. Especially with the kind of lesson Kelly was planning to teach her. It involved sex with Amy. Something that Kelly and I, who are both into women, have always joked about how we would enjoy.

The night we taught her a lesson was the next night the owner of the bar left Kelly in charge and left for the evening. We waited until everyone of the customers had left and then sent Amy to clean the place out. She was in the bar area cleaning when Kelly came up behind her with a mop and whacked her in the back of the head so hard that it knocked her out immediately.

When she came to she was buck naked, on the floor on her back. Her hands were handcuffed to a small chain around the base of a booth table that was bolted to the floor. Her feet were in leather foot cuffs that Kelly had at home. They were also hooked up to a small chain around the same base of the table. Which meant her ass and pussy were pulled up and exposed for total access. As she looked around her own body in a daze me and Kelly were sitting there laughing at her.

As her usual self she immediately demanded to know what we thought we were doing. She went on and on about how much trouble we were in and so on and so on,…how her boyfriend was going to arrange for us to be in big trouble with his connections,…Kelly who had had enough of this bitch trying to take away her glory shut her up real quick with 5 of the hardest hits across Amy’s tender shaved pussy with a leather belt. Amy screamed so loud that I thought the windows in the bar were going shatter.

” Say something else I dare you.” Kelly challenged.

Amy just whimpered and balled like a baby. ” Please.”

Kelly hit her two more times across the cunt again. Her pussy lips swelled up like something I’d never seen before. Amy screamed bloody murder again as her torso bucked and bucked trying to get away from Kelly’s torture. But there was no use trying. She was Kelly’s property now.

” I dare you to say Please again. I dare you to say anything again.” Kelly was determined to get Amy to shut up completely.

Amy layed there quivering and crying. I could actually see her pussy throb. again and again. Like the lips were being blown up with air and released again and again. She sobbed so uncontrollably that I began to feel sorry for her.

Kelly sat back down and lit a cigarette. ” Now, whore.” She continued. ” It’s not good enough that you get all the good looking musicians that work here and your rich boyfriend and so on and so on,…but now you got to start fuckin’ my boyfriend. Is that right?”

” Kelly I’m sorry.” Amy sobbed. Her face glazed with her own tears.

Kelly looked at me. ” Didn’t I tell her not to speak? I thought I made that clear.” She then got up and put her lit cigarette out right into Amy’s asshole. The screams Amy released were incredible.

” I said keep your mouth shut you little fuckin’ slut!” Kelly ordered. She then reached under the table that we were sitting at and pulled out a bag. Reaching inside she pulled out a 14 inch dildo that was really thick. It was a strap on and she put it on herself. ” Since you’re such a little whore. We’ll treat you like a whore.”

Amy shook her head no. She wanted to speak but feared for what might happen if she did. She pleaded with her eyes. But Kelly could have cared less. She got right between Amy’s legs and plunged that entire dildo up her cunt with one thrust. She never came back with it either. She wrapped her legs around Amy and put her arms under her back and pulled her harder into the dildo. I thought Amy was going to pass out she screamed so much.

” Don’t act like you don’t love it you fuckin’ slut.” Kelly laughed. She began raping  Amy’s pussy furiously. Pulling her small body into it with every thrust. Amy was in her early 20’s but she had the body of a 15 year old. It was lovely.

Watching Kelly fuck her hard was making my pussy drip all over the chair I was sitting in.

Kelly began biting Amy’s small tits really hard as the dildo would slip into Amy’s sweet bald pussy and completely disappear. 14 inches fast and hard over and over again. The lips grasped around it so tight that I knew Amy had never had a dick that big in her. From the way she was screaming it sounded like the dildo was ripping her in half.

Kelly spent so much time on that brutal fuck too. it must have lasted half an hour. She finally fell over Amy in a heap of exhaustion. And despite Amy’s protests there were several times I noticed her cum running down the crack of her ass and settling around the wound of her burnt blistered hole.

When Kelly finally got up and pulled out of Amy’s sopping twat and noticed the cum she begin forcing Amy to suck it off the dildo. Pulling her head back by the hair and jamming it into her throat so hard she almost choked several times.

” Suck it off you fuckin’ whore. I knew you were enjoying it.” She would jam the dildo into her cunt again and then pull it out and make Amy suck it clean. She did this for another 10 minutes. I was starting to rub my thighs together I was getting so hot.

Kelly undid the chain between Amy’s handcuffs and dragged her upper body under her and to the other side so that she was now face down. The chain was replaced by a bigger one that lead to another table to hold her down.

” Please. Let me go. I’m sorry, Kelly.” Amy cried.

” No I don’t think so whore. I’m not done with you yet.”

Kelly pulled off her shoes and socks. She had been in them all day and I could smell the stench of her feet. She put her right foot up to Amy’s mouth and Ordered Amy to lick it clean. Amy refused. About 5 seconds after she refused she wished she hadn’t. She was screaming and shaking again after 10 really hard whippings across her ass with the leather belt.

The foot came to her mouth again and she eagerly began licking it. She started with the toes and soon Kelly was cramming just about all of them into Amy’s mouth.

” Suck those toes clean you fuckin’ tramp.” Kelly demanded. I began playing with my pussy at this point. Careful not to let myself come just yet.

She made Amy lick her entire right foot for about 15 minutes and then the other foot for about 20. Amy’s mouth looked so red by the time she was done.

” Please. That’s enough.” Amy whimpered. ” I’ve learned my lesson, Kelly. If you let me go now I won’t press charges against you.” Her voice tried to sound defiant but her eyes were pleading.

” Not yet whore. we still got all night to play with you and we’re going to.” She asked me to go get a six pack of Budweiser. When I came back with it she opened one took a swig and then, pulling Amy’s head back by her hair held Amy’s nose shut forcing her to drink the rest of the bottle. After she had she let out a big belch.

Kelly laughed. ” Just like a whore to belch in front of women.” When she approached Amy’s pussy with the bottle in her hand Amy began to buckle and try to get away from her.

” No Kelly. Please.” She pleaded. Kelly ignored her and inserted the bottle into her pussy.

Amy looks terrified as Kelly began raping her with the bottle in as far as she could. Which was pretty far considering how loose that sweet pussy was now. Kelly worked it in really far. Until only an inch of it was showing. Amy was screaming for her to take it out. She kept saying the pain was awful.

” Good you fuckin’ whore.” Kelly laughed. She opened another bottle and took a swig. She then again forced Amy to finish the bottle in one gulp. Then she began shoving the bottle into her ass. Amy was really screaming now. Kelly was not doing it gently. She rammed it in and when it wouldn’t go in anymore she began pounding on it with her hand really hard. Forcing it to go in more and more. Every time she pounded Amy’s whole body would move forward and she would grunt out a scream. She was being bottle fucked in both of her precious wholes now.

Kelly walked around her looking down on her. ” Now it’s time to introduce this whore to some pussy.” She looked at me. ” Go for it.”

I walked over to Amy and sat down in front of her face peeling off my shorts. My pussy was really wet. I don’t wear underwear. I scooted it right in front of Amy’s face and she began to pull away from it.

” Amy” I said as I grabbed a handful of her hair. ” You know Kelly is going to make you do this anyway. So you might as well get into it.”

I pushed her mouth right to my pussy and she protested pulling away.

” I’ll get her to do it.” Kelly said as she lit another cigarette. Amy quickly changed her tune when she saw the cigarette.

” Okay.” She screamed. ” I’ll do it.”

As soon as her tongue started in on me I exploded. I’d been getting so turned on by watching her get raped by Kelly that I was just waiting for the release. Something you should know about me. I come a lot. Especially when I have multiple orgasm which is often. I started gushing into Amy’s mouth immediately. She tried to avoid swallowing my cum but Kelly wouldn’t hear of it. She came over with the cigarette and held it near Amy’s left tit and ordered her to lick up my cum and swallow all of it. She did.

And boy did I cum allot. She must have drank a quart of my fluid. Nobody could stop me now. I had to have some more. After I finished cumming I had Kelly make her lick my asshole. Amy hated it I could tell but Kelly made her drive her tongue in deep into my shit hole. And I loved it. We made her do it for about 20 minutes. She was crying at the stench of her own lips and tongue now but we refused to let her up. After she was done Kelly used a bar rag to clean her mouth and tongue off and made her go back to my pussy. She licked me and I came and came again into her mouth. She drank it all. She lay there quivering, the bottles still stuck up her cunt and ass.

She began pleading for us to let her go. ” Joanne. Make her stop. Please.” I ignored her.

Kelly picked her head up again by her hair as I got up and she replaced me with her hairy now wet cunt right in Amy’s face.

” My turn slut.” Kelly ordered.

Amy began licking timidly. Kelly rammed her puss right into her face covering her whole mouth and nostrils. ” Eat it whore.” She screamed.

Kelly told me to put the strap on dildo on and fuck the whore up the ass.

Amy stopped licking and pleaded for us not to. She was punished by having the cigarette put out in her nose. She screamed as Kelly told her to get back to licking her pussy.

Amy was at our complete mercy and she knew it. The sound the bottle made when it was pulled out of Amy’s tight ass made Kelly laugh. I squatted down and put the tip of the dildo against the now gaping hole. I rammed it in and began fucking her wildly. Her screams were muffled as Kelly pushed her face into her sopping pussy harder with every stroke I raped her ass.

She was really hurting now. The huge dildo spread her ass wide and I could feel resistance against it. I must have been bumping up against something. I kept ramming it in until it was completely up her tight ass. And then I fucked her hard for about 10 minutes until Kelly exploded into her mouth with cum. I was tired so Kelly told me to unstrap it and leave it in her ass.

She came around behind Amy when I got up and laid down and strapped the dildo onto herself and began to finish the fucking. I watched as Amy screamed at the force of the thrusts.

” You fuckin whore. Stay away from my men.” Kelly screamed as the huge device plunged into the helpless small body. She began to emit tears from her eyes as she raped Amy hard. It must have went on for another 20 minutes until Kelly fell in an exhausted heap over Amy’s body.

Amy laid there crying in the silence of the room.

That was when Kelly showed Amy the pictures. Amy had always wondered what proof of her whore like ways Kelly had and now she was being shown. The pics were of her and a friend of her boyfriends. In the picture she was wearing a blouse that her boyfriend had bought her for their anniversary.

” Go ahead and tell the cops on us, Amy.” Kelly said. ” Because as soon as you do you’re gonna lose that wonderful meal ticket you got. And he’ll make sure every other guy in this town with money knows what a whore you are.”

Amy’s face was so wet with her tears that it looked like she’d been swimming. Her hair was wet from the sweat of the brutal workout she was given this evening. It was now getting late. Kelly and I finished the beers we had then we made Amy come out side the bar with us, still naked. We made her lay down and we stood over her and pissed on her. Kelly’s stream hit her right in the face.

” We own you know bitch. Tonight was just a sample of what you got coming.” Kelly said. She tossed Amy her panties and her purse and nothing else. We went back into the bar, closing the locked door behind us. She was left outside with nothing but her panties and her purse.

We watched thru the window as she quickly got into her car and drove away. We waited to see if the cops would show up but they never did. Kelly smiled at me. ” We own that bitch!” e said. We laughed and high fived each other.

For the next year and a half we raped her and made Amy do us sexual favours almost every night we worked with her. We would corner her in the bathroom whenever she had to go and make her lick out our assholes for long periods of time.

Kelly really went far with it though. One night she made Amy stay after hours and fuck 12 bikers all night long. She took everyone one of them up her pussy mouth and ass about 3 times each. She was a mess afterwards. I even gave her a ride home I felt so sorry for her. This was to be repeated with the same group of bikers a few times later. Every time her holes would be dripping with their semen as she staggered out of the bar.

Another night Kelly told me that the night before when I was off she took Amy to a friends house where there was a horse and made her suck off the horse in front of about 7 other guys. And then she was fucked and raped by the guys all night long. Kelly said that she drank so much cum that night that she threw up quarts of it.

It wasn’t long after that that Amy just quit one night without even coming in. Her and her boyfriend had moved. And left no forwarding address. On her last night with me I made her lick my pussy right in front of her own sister. I think that was what drove her out. Her sister watched in horror as Amy begged me to let her eat my pussy again. As I had forced her to do when her sister wasn’t listening. I peeled off my shorts and she began lapping up my cunt juice right in front of her sister. While she did it I explained to her sister that if I wanted her to lick out my ass she would do it. Then I made her show her sister that I was right.

Her tongue went right up my tight ass as her sister watched in shock and finally left the room in disgust.

This all ended up turning on us because of the bikers Kelly associated with it. One night they showed up at the bar when the owner was gone and refused to leave until they got some more pussy. They ended up deciding to use me and Kelly for their pleasures,…but that’s another story.

Amy,…if you’re reading this. I sure do miss that tongue of yours.

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Author is Joean.