Rape Stories.

Britney waited out the minutes as she had done all week, the weekend was six minutes away, and there was no way this dumb curfew was going to stop her having a good time. She’d bought a new outfit, tight cropped top and soft salmon pink mini skirt, she planned to drive the boys at that party wild. But she’d have to get there first, a lot of her friends parents were keeping a tight grip on their kids fun since that girls disappearance a few days ago, but that didn’t bother her She wanted to party and she knew how to!

The bell rang and the usual chaos whirled around her, she smiled and stood, not listening to the teachers weekend assignment, she’d pick it up from her girlfriends later that night, it wasn’t important..she smoothed down her cotton shirt, her hands brushing her tight tanned stomach, she looked up and noticed him! Mark the geek! He was looking at her again, that guy was so gross! She smiled at him and winked, she stifled a laugh as he nearly fell out of his chair, she loved to tease him!

Making her way through the hallway she chatted with friends about the party, 8.00 sharp. No room for cool lateness, the door was goanna be locked at 8.10! She giggled and laughed, they had all their outfits planned out, Cheryl would wear the grey, Patty the Green, they were sure that no one would clash! Waving her friends goodbye she walked away from school and down the main road, bustling with kids and parents. The sun was out, this party was goanna be hot!

She was so engrossed with her own thoughts she only just saw Mark in the corner of her eye, coming down the street towards her, what could she do? She didn’t want to speak to the guy, she had better things to do, so under the cover of a group of kids walking in front of her she ducked down into an alleyway off the main street, she ran down it and turning the corner hung on to see if he’d seen her.

He hadn’t, she could see him glancing around, confused. She giggled and made her way down into the small side alleyway..it was long and narrow; trash cans lay around, on the other side of a fence a dog barked..but she was fairly certain how to get home from there, so she went on her way and went back to her plans, should she were the pink lipstick? Nah, not with a pink skirt. too much. She idly made her way until she suddenly turned a corner nearly crashed into a guy coming the opposite direction; they quickly exchanged apologies and polite smiles. He was about thirty, black hair, nothing special. He smoked a cigar, which hung from a corner in his mouth.

"Do you have the time?" He asked.

Britney saw the watch on his wrist.
"Um..no Sir." She moved to get away.

"How old are you?."

This seemed a really weird question to ask so she turned on her feet and while not running certainly walked fast back down where she had come, her pig tails bobbing as she fled. And then half way down a second alleyway she saw two men who hadn’t been there when she passed earlier..she stopped, they seemed to be just passing the time of day. Minding their own business, but in the near dark of the alley she could hardly tell. She began to slowly walk towards them, when she heard the footsteps of the first man come to a stop behind. Her heart began to beat faster, suddenly all thoughts of the party left her, she felt fear.

She came close to the two men and paused, waiting for them to part so she could get past them and on her way. They didn’t move. Instead the man walked slowly towards her, so he was just behind her.

"I asked you a question bitch..how old are you?"

Britney was now very afraid, she blurted out the answer.
"18."

The first man grabbed her by the shoulders, she took a sharp breath.

"Good."

Britney heard the sinister tone of his voice. She turned away and desperately tried to make it past the men but after a short struggle she was in the mans grip, now the second two men were holding her, one hers arm, the other hers shoulder, she opened her mouth to scream but a rough hand was forced over her face, soon she felt a cloth, she felt dizzy, could feel the sensation of being lifted, of being taken, she felt, nothing..

Hers arms hurt, that’s all she could feel at that point. She tried to move them but they seemed bound, she moved her neck, it only moved slightly. Brash lights were turned on and her dazed body recoiled at the ferocity, she was cold, that much she could feel, and she was naked save her panties and cropped top. "Where was she?" She remembered the men and screamed. The noise echoing around the cavernous cell which she was in. Britney looked up to the ceiling, strobe lights, and bare featureless walls. She looked down to her hands. Hers wrist was bound with tape, tightly; she couldn’t even move them an inch apart. As she tried to move she discovered her feet were similarly tied, she began to cry, fear rushed through her, she began to shake with terror, partly she was cold, but partly it was the. What were they going to do to her? And who were they? Suddenly she felt a sharp slap across her face, it knocked the breath from her and she only just managed to keep upright such was the force.

"Wake up slut."
Came the monotone voice, out of the bright light came three man, large, wearing black, black gloves and menacing black hoods. One of them came forward.

"Hello bitch..you are going to be our plaything for the few days we have you. We shall refer to you as bitch, and that shall be your name. You shall refer to us as one, two and three. Now, we are going to rape you, cause you a lot of pain, but we don’t give a fuck. We’re going to get a lot of pleasure form our time together, oh, and try not to die, that is so tedious."

Britney wept, the full impact of her situation came over her, she began to beg, plead.
"Please don’t, please. What have I done? Please no! Please!"

"The men paid no attention and came close to her frail body, their hands moved to there crotches and soon three hard pricks were in front of her face, she looked up into their dead eyes and begged.

"Please no.."

Man Two laughed and grabbing the back of her head forced his stiff cock deep into her warm wet mouth, sticking her so deep she nearly choked on it, she coughed and spluttered but he kept pumping her wet mouth, grunting as he did so. His two hands gripped her head like a vice as he fucked her mouth remorselessly.

Man one laughed. "Like that bitch?"

They all laughed. Britney could feel his hot meat slide in and out of her mouth, her screams were muffled by him, her arms useless, she could feel him touch the back of her throat, she could taste his pre-cum juice. Suddenly he pulled out, making way for man three, a line of saliva trailing from her mouth to the first mans tip fell onto her neck, and began to roll down to her firm breasts.

"Try this for size bitch"

Violently a second hot prick was forced into her warm mouth, the men were laughing now, pounding her tiny mouth, all she could do was weep, silently and uselessly. The second man was smaller, his penis was thicker though and Britney could barely take it all deep in her mouth, her pink lips stretched around his hot thick prick, she felt the man quicken his strokes, he groaned. grabbing the ponytails he pulled her mouth deeper on him.

"Eat it bitch! "

She screamed, the other men goaded him on.

"Go on man, give it to her!"

"Let her taste a real man, do it!"

Sweat began to bead around the mans lips, his violent pace even quicker now, Britneys head was a blur as she was pulled onto him time and time again, suddenly the man let out a scream and held her head towards his body, making sure she would get all her reward..their was a second pause, Britney looked up to him, his head held skyward..suddenly a thick rush hit the back of her throat, she tried to get free but his grip tightened as he rhythmically pumped his foul seed deep into her mouth and throat, the man let out a low sigh as the gelatinous liquid oozed into her tiny mouth, she struggled, he held her tight..it tasted so wretched, so foul, she could feel the thick cum swill around her mouth, a wad caught the back of her throat and she recoiled, choking on his seamen, he let her go..and they watched her as she coughed and spluttered, his white jims arcing out of her mouth in thick lines, some splattered onto her thighs, some to her tight shirt, some dripped onto her panties, making them opaque..

She rasped for breath, he head lay low..wretching and coughing. They laughed.

"You should have swallowed it you dumb bitch.."

She looked up, barely able to speak..and barely able to stop herself from vomiting back up his load..

"Please..why me..please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone.."

"Shut up bitch!"

Another hand swiped down and she again felt the painful crack across her face..

The man lifted her and dragged her towards the middle of the room, the third man drew a knife.

Britney drew breath sharply.

&"Relax bitch..this is for your legs, we need to get to you cunt don"t we?.."

He sneered as he slit the tape on her legs and threw open her thighs. The men paused, viewing her..her hair was still in bunches, although now ragged, seamen mingled with saliva and tears glistened around her mouth and was splattered up and down her breasts. he tanned stomach also had strands of cum slowly oozing their way down to her tight, tight cunt..

The first man in one swift movement ripped off her flimsy panties to reveal her trimmed little pussy, she began to cry again..

"Please!! PLEASE NO! NOO!!

Her body was instantly pounded by the weight of the three men, one lay on top of her and smeared his thick prick along her stomach, leaving a clear white trail along the ridges of her taught muscles, another began to crudely finger her pussy, roughly opening up her tight flesh, while another forced her hand around his prick, making her jerk him slowly..

"PLEASE NOOOOO!!!"

"Oh the bitch wants it!"

"DO HER MAN!"

She felt the prick on her stomach move down , moving to the entrance of her virginal cunt..

"Ready bitch?"

"NNOOO!!"

With one violent forced thrust the man was deep in her, Britney could hardly stand the pain, it felt as if he was filling her stomach, every stroke ripped opens her cunt more, burning pain increased with every pounding thrust.

She now felt a second stiff prick forced into her hand.

"JERK US OFF OR WE"LL FUCKING SLIT YOU OPEN BITCH!"

Among tears she wrapped her slender fingers around the hot pricks and began to jerk the two fat cocks as well she could. She was almost dazed by the pain of her rape, he seemed to grow with every pounding stroke, he groaned..

"She’s got a nice cunt..wanna go boys?"

"I want something else"

Still tearful, crying, confused she was grabbed and flipped over onto her front, her pert brown ass now at their mercy.

"Well look at that!"

She felt rough hands open up her butt cheeks, squeezing them hard..it felt sore and hot near her tiny ass hole..surely they weren"t?…

She felt the heat of a prick forced between her ass cheeks, not in her yet, but waiting..a voice whispered in her ear.

"Wait for this bitch..tell me you want it..tell me you want me to stick this up your ass hole..come on, tell me!"

Britney was hysterical, tears rolled down her face, stale cum dripped from her chin and neck..she managed to turn to the voice.

"No..no.."

"TELL ME YOU WANT IT BITCH!"

She sniffed back the pain and the fear. "Yes…I want it…"

"SAY IT LOUDER BITCH!"

"I WANT IT I WAN-"

She was suddenly stopped by the pain as with a single thrust he sank his stiff prick deep into her ass hole, half way it stuck, the sheer size almost ripping her open, but a grunt and he was fully in her..a tear of blood oozed from her destroyed hole.

"That"s what you deserve bitch!"

Pounding, pounding, another then another, her ass hole was almost numb with pain as his strokes became more and more deep, more and more violent,she felt she was losing consciousness, the pain, his grunting, groaning, the men’s laughter..her buttocks were red as he lay on top of her and pound her mercilessly, he held her neck up and whispered into her ear.

"All you school sluts deserve this!"

Just as suddenly as he entered he pulled out and she was once again brought onto her back, dazed and confused she felt him lay on her chest, thrusting his prick into her mouth, forcing it into her smeared lips.

"Now taste you own shit bitch!"

She looked into his eyes, she saw him jerk off his glistening prick in front of her, and then shot after shot of white cum sprayed across her face, it dribbled down her neck, splattered into her hair, her eyes, into her mouth, her face was plastered with white goo..she coughed again, trying to clear her throat, he smeared his flaccid cock into her cheeks, along her lips and around her nose..laughing..

The other two joined him, one aimed his cock at her firm young breasts, the other at her stomach.

"MAN, WE ARE GONNA COVER YOU IN CUM BITCH!"

She heard a groan and then the thick liquid spat out onto her breasts, the clear fluid collecting between her tiny tits, oozing down to her stomach, this too was soon lined with thick jiz as he screamed and let rip another wad over her belly..there she lay, covered from head to toe in cum, buggered and raped..but he ordeal was not over.

Britney rolled her eyes and fainted into a deep restless sleep….

She was found three days later in a park, he hands and ankles bound by tape, he mouth covered with the same, a van had been seen, she may have been thrown from it, the police weren’t sure.

After a few days in the hospital she told the police what she could, she may have been raped twelve thirteen times, it was hard to remember, how many men? She didn’t know..there could have been many…her stomach was pumped to reveal nearly a litre of seamen within her…

Several months later she started going back to school..but Mark never looked at her anymore, she was the gross one now..

THE END

SCREAM AND CREAM - Shocking teenager rape moveis!

Author of this rape story is: Bill

“When Nestle’ first heard that babies in the third world are dying from their baby food, they wouldn’t do anything about it. They continued selling it there even though it was handled with carelessly by the consumers. The third world is not like the first world. The water added to the food was filthy, and the powder, which is expensive in third world countries, was thinned out and mixed with other shit so that the babies were not getting enough nutrition. And fucking Nestle’, they didn’t care.”

Dawn Baker, a 35-year-old blue eyed blond in her mid thirties, was listening with interest to the arguments made by the man sitting beside her, who was kind enough to give her a ride. She was a pretty lady, about 5’5, a little bit full, but nevertheless very cute. There was just something likeable about her that you couldn’t put your finger on, but everyone who met her just fell in love with her within minutes.
David was about her age, and seemed to know all about the world. At first she just listened out of politeness. The man was kind enough to give her a ride when her car got stuck in the middle of the road. The least she could do was listen. Quickly she got into the spirit of things, and showed genuine interest in what this man had to say, and even presented her own arguments.

“Wait, the food in itself was okay?”
“Yeah, the food itself was fine.”
“So what did Nestle’ do wrong? How are they responsible if some merchant gives a bad powder? They can’t watch everybody.”
“Dawn, you have a baby, right? Suppose I was to sell a product, knowing you will misuse it, and wouldn’t stop you although I know you’re about to accidentally hurt your baby?”
“Well… if you tell me exactly how to use it…”
“I can’t tell you. What if your entire county, your entire STATE is filled with women who misuse food I sell? Nestle’, in my opinion, is guilty in criminally negligent homicide, just like if you would let your baby play with a gun. If you do so, the baby is not at fault, you are. If mothers are misinformed on a product it’s the company’s fault, not theirs.”

Dawn could completely understand where he’s coming from. She had an 18-month-old baby and would never let anything happen to him. She loved him more than anything in the world. Not seeing him for a day was making her crazy. And with her car breaking down and all the weirdoes out there, she was lucky getting a ride from this guy.

“I really want to thank you for giving me this lift, Eric. Most people don’t pick up hitchhikers. And those who do… Well…”
“Sickos, I know. Oh, by the way, speaking of Nestle’, I got some chocolates here. You want some?”

David pulled out a pack of chocolate and gave some to Dawn.

“Hmm… Nestle’.” Dawn said puzzlingly.
“They’re good.” David smiled.
“But you just said…”
“Hey, I’m just saying, you gotta know where your bread comes from. I didn’t say you shouldn’t eat it. What, you think I’m one of these tree huggers and vegans who ban fucking grapes and stuff?”
“Banning grapes? What? Look, it’s people, okay? How can you preach me about how big corporations kill people and then sponsor those companies?”

David laughed. “Give me a break! You can’t escape it! Look at the world. You can escape it. Do you drink coffee? What about your husband, did he buy you a wedding ring? A diamond ring? Patrol? In the end it all adds up. Telephone companies start revolutions. Oil companies start wars. Some of YOUR money goes to the hands of people who sponsor wars and slavery just to get more money. Someone’s hand was chopped off so that some Jewel store could offer your hubby the widest options possible for jewelry. Besides, won’t your coffee taste better now, knowing they’re forbidden fruit?”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“Well, you still go to fancy-shmansy hotels now and then, don’t you? You know how many of those the mob built?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

Dawn was relieved as her cellular started ringing. She was practically saved by the bell. She could see it was a call from her house.

“Hi, Stan. No, sorry, I forgot. Listen, I sort of got the car broken but there’s a nice man giving me a lift, okay? Tell the kids I love them and I’ll be home soon, okay? Okay, love you too. Bye!”

To her relief, David changed the subject as soon as she got off the phone.
“So, was that your husband?”
“Yeah. He’s so understanding. That’s amazing.”
“What’s to understand?”
“You know…” She said shyly.
David looked at Dawn briefly. He could see she was embarrassed. “How many kids you have again? Two?”
“Well, Samantha is going to be 6 next month, and Daniel is 18 months old now.”
“Daniel. That’s a pretty name.” David said monotonically.

He hasn’t heard that name in days, which was weird since it was identical to his own. Danny. Dan Whitman. Good Ole Danny Whitman. Well, he couldn’t use that now when he was a criminal at large.

He bumped into this woman by accident and thought she would be a great diversion if anyone were looking for him. A couple riding together is not as suspicious as a man on his own. Then again, he did not alter his looks or his car, so what the fuck difference did it make?

As he was talking to this woman his urge was rising again. She was not as young as the others, which was good. He did not want to rape only teens for too long now when he’s on the run. Did not want the trail to be that obvious. If it were up to him there wouldn’t even be a trail, but it was stronger than him. The bitch didn’t even notice where they were going. He wondered how long it would take her to grasp what was going on.

“Oh, crap!”
“What?” Dan asked.
“My battery.”

Dawn started dialing again. “Stan? Listen, my battery is weak. I’m turning the phone off. No… Stan… Don’t worry. I’ll be home in a couple of hours. Okay, love you, baby.”

Dawn hung off the phone. “So, where are we going?”
“Don’t worry.” Dan said. “I know what I’m doing.”

Dawn was getting stressed out, but kept telling herself it’s nothing. So far this man has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.

“So, Dan. Do you have any kids of your own?”
“I had one girl. She died.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay. Hey, Dawn, you wanna see a photo? I got one right here.”
He leaned to the glove compartment, opened it up, and before Dawn knew it, he lifted a stun gun and zapped her.

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When she came to, it took Dawn a few seconds to recall what has happened. She remembered David zapping her. Then there were some punches that made her pass out completely. Maybe, she wasn’t sure. She tried to move her hands but they were tied behind her back. At the same time she realized she was still in the car. All the thoughts and recollections entered her brain all at once as she laid in the seat without moving. Then she turned to her left in panic and looked at David.

“Good morning, Dawn!”
He was sitting next to her in the driver’s seat, looking outside. She looked around and realized they were parked in an orchard. There were Orange and Lemon trees to their right and left, all around them.

“I haven’t been her since I was a boy. This place hasn’t changed much.”
“Please, David, please let me go.”
“Sure. Right after I’m done with you.”

She felt fingers entering her pussy, and then realized she had no pants and panties on.
“Oh, god, please!” She cried helplessly, “David, let me go!”
“My name is not David. And you’re not as pretty as I would like. But you’ll do.”

Dan took his fingers out of her, moved down the back of her seat so she would lie down, and climbed on top of her. As he started kissing her she did not move, didn’t struggle back. She just let him do it. She was terrified, praying silently for god to let her live through this. She closed her eyes. She felt Dan taking off his underpants, felt his cock getting hard, rubbing against her cunt, felt his hands move on her hips, rubbing them.

He broke the kiss and looked at her. “Just be a good g irl.”
“NOOO!!!” She cried and begged as she felt his cock slowly slipping between her cunt walls. “Oh, god, please, not in there. Not there!” Dawn was devastated. It was one thing making her do things, like kiss him, even suck him, or even letting him finger her, but this, taking her most private of parts, this was the most horrible thing he could do. She looked at the ceiling of the car and started crying, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Dan found her attractive, but for some reason he had trouble getting a hardon. He tried thinking of the other girls, but it didn’t work. Then he thought of a blond girl he once knew. Early twenties, short blond hair, blue eyes. He imagined himself on a boat in the middle of the ocean, bending this girl on the rail, fucking her ass. Then he slammed into Dawn’s cunt.

Dawn cried louder, begging again for mercy: “No, please! I can’t! You can’t do this to me!”
The screams just made Dan hotter and he continued to ram into her.

He opened her blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra. He leaned her up and moved the blouse backwards, revealing Dawn’s shoulders. He kissed her neck and shoulders passionately as he moved his hands down her back, tearing the blouse, feeling the warmth of her bare back.

Dawn’s thoughts drifted. She thought of her little boy, and knew she had to do anything possible in order to come back home to him. She could not let him live without a mother.
She tried to think of her life and her family as this man pounded into her. She tried to stay focused but the pain was too much. She lost all track of time as he kept abusing her, twisting her nipples through the bra, and then tearing it with his teeth, nibbling on her sensitive defenseless nipples. She was not even sure she was conscious when it happened. She was not sure she was conscious throughout the rape. After about 30 minutes, or maybe an hour of rape, she felt hot cum inside of her. She did not even notice he was about to cum. She just closed her eyes and thanked god for it.

Soon enough she realized how wrong she was, when Dan grabbed her by the hair and dragged out of the vehicle. He kicked her in the stomach, and as she fell, he kicked her again and again.

Dan started walking back to his car, leaving her on the ground. As he headed back she spotted a glistening object in his hand. It was a knife.

“No!” Dawn begged. “Please, oh, god, don’t kill me!”

She saw his sadistic smile as he approached her. He raised the knife, got behind her, and then, just as she stared straight ahead in terror, he started cutting the duct tape he previously put on her arms. He then got in front of her, his limp organ right in front of her tear-filled eyes. He grabbed her head and put the knife right on her throat. “Okay, now, I need to be hard again.”

She wanted to say something, she wanted to ask him if he hadn’t had enough. She wanted to address his humane side, but the cold blade on her neck made the situation clear to her.
“Okay.” She said. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“I will do it.”
“Say it.”
“I said I’ll do it.”
“You know what I want to hear, cunt!”
She felt him pushing the knife just a little under her throat, felt the stinging sensation as the cold metal broke the skin. “Okay. I will suck your cock. I will suck it hard, and I will not stop until you tell me to.”
“That’s a good girl.”

Dan grabbed her hair and pushed her head to his crouch. He smiled as he felt her tongue running up and down his vein. He saw her opening up her lips and taking his cock in as she shut her eyes tight with disgust. Nevertheless, it was obvious she’s done it before. Hell, she was even better than Linda. He was surprised by that thought. He felt almost as if he was cheating on her. Raping those little girls is one thing, but admitting that anyone gives a blowjob better than Linda was something he felt uncomfortable with.

Dan let himself drown in thoughts of the past few days as she wrapped her lips around his cock and started moving them. He thought of his wife and little girl who have probably reported to the police of his disappearance. He thought about the hot little pussies he had, especially little Jamie who drove him over the edge. Maybe this is why this bitch didn’t feel as hot. He gave everything he had to Jamie. Thinking of Jamie was enough to get him hot and hard again. Once again he felt his cock on the verge of exploding. And then something funny happened. The two worlds he’s been living in, the two masks, collided. Suddenly it was not Jamie or Dawn sucking on his cock. In his mind, it was Jenny. He got even more aroused now, thinking of his little girl giving him a head. He tried to block it for years but knew it was in him.

Oh, hell, forget about it. It’s all gone now. He ran away so he won’t have to think of Jenny, so he won’t have to lead his family down that pit he was heading towards. He was here in order to fuck Dawn, not Jen.

He grabbed Dawn’s hair once again and pulled her face away from him, ordering her to get up. He kept his hand in her hair and his knife on her neck as he led her to the front of her car, forcing her to bend over on the engine.

“Do you know what I’m about to do now, cunt?” He asked as he slowly moved the knife down Dawn’s back.
“No! Please!”

Dan smiled and threw the knife away and opened up her ass cheeks. I know you got a dry ass but I’ll get it wet soon.

She cried out in pain and agony as Dan got into her ass with one thrust. He was laughing like a maniac as she kept on weeping.

“Please, why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I’m an addict. And I will do it again.” He said in a rare moment of honesty.
He started thrusting his cock inside of her, leaning his body on hers, resting himself. He liked that woman. She truly had a mother’s personality. Her hubby must have been feeling lucky. Dan sure felt comfortable laying on her. It made him feel safe knowing she was all his. He felt fulfillment with each moan and gasp he got out of that woman. Eventually, despite of the pain, she settled down. She didn’t put any fight, but endured what was coming to her.

Dawn laid there in silence, like a piece of meat, waiting for the excruciating pain to end. She slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

After more than fifteen minutes of ass raping, Dan laughed as he realized she passed out. He had no idea how long she’s been that way, and he didn’t care. He thrust harder and came. She wasn’t exactly “there” to feel it but that was okay. It’s more fun to abuse younger women anyway. He just picked her because she was what’s available now when he did not have a steady hunting ground, and besides, he needed to break the pattern a little if he wanted to conceal where he was going. He threw the piece of meat known as Dawn on to the ground and got on top of her, kissing and licking her, trying to get hard again for one last pussy fucking before leaving her.

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When Dawn got up she noticed the car was gone. Her clothes were thrown next to her. Her luggage, just small things she took from the car, was nowhere to be found. She grabbed her clothes and started putting them on. The shirt was completely torn, and it was hard covering her body with it. Her pants were intact since they were taken off during the first time she was passed out. Her panties though were nowhere to be found. Dawn remained seated on the ground, holding her pants, her bare ass touching the cold ground, her blouse partially covering her torso and breasts as the cool wind tickled her nipples.
She was just sitting there, looking at the sunset, when she suddenly came. She did not know why, and she didn’t care. She was ashamed, but it did not matter. She was alive, and soon she’ll see the face of her beloved Daniel.

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Daniel Whitman was driving his car, sniffing the panties, and threw them aside. He looked at the sunset and once again thought about the events he’s been through, and what’s to come. He knew he should get the plates changed, and maybe get a new travel companion, just to conceal his identity better. Hell, maybe one he won’t rape, if that’s even possible.
He wondered if the cops knew who to go after, if they connected all the dots. He came as he thought of the excitement of the chase, of being the hunted instead of the hunter. He felt like Dr. Kimble from “The Fugitive”, running around all throughout this great country with the authorities on his tail.
As he continued to travel throughout Monroe county, he wondered who his “Gerard” would be.

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Lee Watson was sitting on his desk, throwing a ping-pong ball in the air and catching it, going in his mind over the case of the serial rapist from North Grant.
Jake Felder, a rookie in the Sex Crime Unit, passed by him.

“Hey, Jakey, how’s it hanging?”
“Got my first case as a primary.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Some woman was found on the side of the road near an orchard, trying to get a ride, saying she was raped. This old couple picked her up and brought her here. The fucker raped her till she was unconscious and left her to rot.”
“Scumbag.” Watson mumbled.
“Well,” Felder said. “I’ll nail him. So, Lee, how about that case in North Grant?”
“Oh, there hasn’t been a rape for days. If he’s smart, I’m counting on him to change crime scene. Guess I have to wait till he acts again.”
Felder smiled. “I have a feeling this fucker won’t disappoint you. But when he does it again you’ll be there to nail his ass. Nothing gets past you.”
“Damn straight.” Lee said, as the rookie went out to investigate Dawn’s rape.

Lee was frustrated that the rapist of Jamie Ralston did not strike again. All he could do is wait. He grabbed the ping-pong ball, and threw it once again in the air.

Author of this rape story is: Gray Blur

VIOLENT RUSSIANS

I was on my way back from visiting a cyberfriend and it was very late at night. I picked up a random passenger and it happened to be a girl I know from school. She told me she’s back from an anti war demonstration and that really pissed me off because I hate the radical left!
Her name was Erin. Shorter than me, petite, small tits, short light blond hair that is long enough for you to put your fingers through or pull on. Facial features of an elf. Not an ugly little Santa’s elf, but a beautiful, graceful D&D elf. I’ve had a little crush on her at school and never told her.
She wore blue pants, yellow shirt.

Any questions? Good. It went like this:

I detoured into a side road, and stopped at what seemed like… how do I describe it… It was sort of like the bottom of a cliff or a crater. I stopped there before to take a leak. Three natural stone walls and one way out, in which we came from. There was also a small cave to our right.

“What is this place?” She asked.

I was thinking about that scene in Short Cuts” with this guy who tried to lure a younger girl into some bat cave. Only in that case, she went with him willingly. I doubted that would be the scenario tonight.
“Nothing. Wanna see a bat cave?” I asked, looking around at the monotonous view which included just sand and one poor little miserable tree.

“No, Tom.”
“How about taking a leak?”
“I’m fine.”

Come on, I wanna show you something.
“What?”

I opened my glove compartment, pulled out the tear gas, and sprayed it in her face till she almost lost consciousness. Then I grabbed the laces and started tying them around the girl’s skinny hands, holding her wrists together. She moaned, and I punched her face. She moaned again, blood coming out of her nose. She looked so sexy this way. I felt my adrenaline starting to pump in, my cock turning rock hard, my face turning red with heat. I wanted to rape this girl so much, and for so long. She was one of these girls you think about not because they are the prom queens or head cheerleaders, but because they are the girls next door. Girls anyone can delude himself about being with.
Of course, in high school I never had the guts to do anything. I was just a boy then. Now Erin is gonna taste a real man, when I’ll take a piece of her!

I turned off the lights and got out of the car. I dragged Erin out of the car and started to undress her over the hood. I started by taking off her pants and throwing them aside.

She was starting to come to so I sprayed another dose of gas on her. Then punched her face, then hit her between her legs. Again she moaned and cried. I, however, was laughing.

“You never thought it would be me, did you? You never thought I would be the one who would victimize you.”
I just assume all women think they might be victimized at some point. Erin was a smart girl. She knew the statistics. But who would ever guess it would be the cute little nerd boy?

I grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the cave. By the time she recovered from the second dose of gas she started weeping again.

I laid her down on the entrance to the cave, on sand and rocks, and pulled my pants and underwear down. She opened her eyes in shock as she saw my hard cock.

Be quiet, Erin, and it’ll be over soon.

I took the box cutter out of my pocket and opened it. I put it on her throat.
“No fighting, and you will live through it.”
She looked at me silently and nodded. I was thrilled to discover I’m once again in control. I did not feel in control when I started this. This was not a part of my pattern. I did not hunt for her. She was a victim of opportunity. So unlike me. Then again, being too organized often made me feel like a coward. From Jenna till tonight, I was like a hunter killing farm animals in a controlled environment. But tonight it was different. I was in a jungle, and did not know how to clean up the traces and silent the wounded beast I was about to pork.

I put my hand in my pocket again and took out a condom.
“Do you know what this is?”
She nodded.

“Unwrap it and put it on me. No games. If I so much as think you’re shitting with me I’ll cut your fucking throat.”
“No! Please, don’t kill me!”
“Be a good girl, and I won’t.”

I handed her the condom, and got the box cutter out of her face. She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, and took it out. Then I bowed over her. She put the condom on me carefully with her bound hand. I moved the box cutter on her arm as she was doing so and slowly got it closer to her neck.

“Good girl!” I said as the condom was on me. “And now…”
I lowered the box cutter to her shirt, cutting it from her neck through her chest, in between her tits. I stopped there, observing these small perky tits covered with a pink bra and what was left from the shirt. Then I put the knife on her panties, planning on revealing some more pink.

“Hello!” I said politely as I saw her shaved pussy lips staring at me. She gasped and trembled.
“Don’t worry, Erin. It won’t hurt a bit if you’ll cooperate.” I lied.

I put the knife in front of my face so that both of us would see it. Then I threw it away, behind me. I didn’t want too much in my hand, especially since she was already bound, and already mine, paralyzed with fear.

I opened her legs and started putting my cock in her. I watched her while I was doing it. She had her eyes closed. “Look at me!”

She looked at me as I played with her clitoris. Her eyes told me no, but at the same time told me yes. She was staring into my eyes and gasping at the same time. Again, saying no and yes in the same time just by the sound of her voice, with words unspoken.

I took my hand out and climbed on top of her, grinding my cock head against her lips. I was aroused, and wondered if she felt the same. I grabbed her bound hands and put them behind her head as I got into her. I have wanted to make love to this woman for years, and now I’ll have my chance. If she didn’t feel attracted to me, even before, then she deserved this.

I started raping  her! I felt once again the adrenaline oozing through my porous, and rammed harder. We both looked into each other’s eyes as I did this. Her body shook every time I entered her. We kept looking at each other for what seemed like forever but was probably shorter. It was different. We knew each other before that, and now we were in a situation we never thought we would end up being in. It’s amazing in what circumstances people can find themselves when their ways cross repeatedly.

I’ve raped a lot of women who trusted me, so how come this woman’s look was different?
It was almost like she was accepting me. It never happened to me. Not to this degree.

I kept on fucking her pussy. I could almost feel pain in my cock, and on my cheek…

On my cheek? How the fuck could I have gotten pain on my cheek?
I put two fingers on my cheek and it turned out to be blood. I was wondering how it happened and returned my hand on her neck… Her neck? This hand was the one that was on her wrists. I didn’t put any hand on her neck. So why were my two hands on her neck right now? I don’t remember doing it!

Then I looked at her again, and her eyes were empty. Vague. I got my hands off her neck and saw my finger marks and some blood. The blood was mine, from putting her hand on her neck. I must have held her down as she tried to scratch my face with her nails. I turned her head aside and saw a blood stain on the back of her head, and another one on the rock where it was laid.

I remember her looking at me this way when I first put my cock in her. Is it possible we struggled in between? I now remember holding her throat but I don’t know if I killed her. Did she suffocate, or was it that nasty fracture in the back of the skull? Which happened first?

She looked so fine this way. Her blue eyes more beauti ful than ever. My first urge was to run away, but the second one was to continue fucking her.

As I fucked her I struggled with the laces on her wrists, untying them. I smacked her face. I wanted to punish her for doing it to me. I closed her mouth and started licking her lips. I wanted my tongue to touch these lips so long ago. I kept on pounding in her, licking and kissing her, with her mouth closed the entire time. I just wanted to taste those lips.

I got out of her pussy. There was a little blood there and I realized I was a little too aggressive, although I hardly even felt pain myself. I should have. She should have. But none of us did.

I tipped her over and started fucking her behind, regretting that she couldn’t feel the pain. Then again, if she had stayed alive, I would have came in her pussy. I wanted her to feel me fucking her pussy, cumming in it. Now with her gone, there is no way.

Still, it was fun to fuck a girl knowing she’ll do anything you want. It was like consensual sex, but the woman was willing to do anything. She felt no pain, and she had no choice.
I did not want to kill her. I did not think I would enjoy it, but it was an accident, and I cannot control my primal urge to fuck.

I went on fucking her ass, grabbing that blond hair. Just looking at the hair made me want to cum, but I didn’t. I stayed in there, and continued to fuck her senseless.

I kept looking at the hair, thinking of her smile. Tears were rolling down my eyes as I kept on fucking this beautiful creature. My puppet. I did not know if these were tears of joy or remorse, and I did not give a fuck. I just kept on fucking, opening her ass, demeaning her, making her mine. Then I kissed the back of her neck, slid my tongue to the back of her head and her hair.

I was careful not to lick the bleeding wound, but just the hair. I still had her hair in my mouth as I finally came.

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I sat there for a while, unsure of what I should do. I didn’t really grasp what had happened. I kept stroking Erin’s hair, and mumbling bullshit to myself. I was still wondering whether it was the strangulation or the head bashing that killed her. I don’t even remember doing any of this. Is it possible she died out of some kind of allergy or fear? Maybe she was convulsing or something and I just happened to grab her neck and bash her head in when she was already dying.
Oh, crap! I killed her!
“I killed someone… I’m a rapist… I’m a serial rapist who’s sitting next to a dead body… I’m a serial rapist… Erin is dead… She’s dead… I killed someone…”

It was just an accident, but it was a punishment from slipping out of my safe little pattern. I wanted to be an adventurist, and ended up killing someone. I thought a lot about what I should do with her.

Should I leave her here? Should I take her with me? If I leave her here no one would connect me to it, but maybe I’ll forget to clear the body and leave a partial finger print or other clues. If I take her with me and get pulled over for speeding I’m dead.

Oh, crap… I picked her gentle little body up, and put her in the trunk. As I shut it close I thought of the first time. The time when I sealed Jenna up in a big wooden trunk.

As I walked to my car I started humming music from “Steal This Movie” and “Buffalo Soldiers”. I got into my car, closed the door, and started crying.
The night with Erin was one of the most arousing experiences I have ever had.

Author of this rape story is: Gray Blur

TEENAGER RAPE

" Just what I needed" thought Sandy. Bad enough that she had to work late to get that report out for Mr. Davis, now her car just up and quit running. She turned the key in the ignition, and frowned as absolutely nothing happened. Realizing that she would have to call for a tow truck, she looked around the rundown neighbourhood. There was no phone booth on the street, The drugstore and a small mom and pop grocery were both closed at this time of night The apartment buildings were dark and mostly deserted. The only sign of life was a seedy looking bar halfway downs the street. Sandy considered staying in her car in the hopes that a police cruiser might show up, but realized that she might wait all night for that to happen. Although the bar wasn’t the type of place she felt comfortable going into, she reasoned that since she would only stay long enough to use the pay phone and then quickly leave, she should be safe enough.

Sandy opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. At 28 years old, she was an extremely attractive young lady. She stood five foot five and weighed 118 pounds. She had a good figure with long, well shaped legs. Her light blond hair fell below her shoulders. On this particular night, Sandy was wearing a black wrap around skirt decorated with yellow-gold flowers, a yellow-gold satin blouse, light colored nylons and black patent high heels with straps around the ankles. As she started down the street, a gust of wind caught her skirt, blowing it open for an instant, revealing that she was wearing a black clincher and nylon stockings rather than pantyhose.

Sandy reached the bar and pushed open the door. The place was dimly lit and smelled musty, She thought that you could probably cut the smoke with a knife. The patrons became deathly quiet and stared at her as she walked towards the bat. It was only now that Sandy realized that the dozen or so patrons were all rough looking black males, as was the bartender.

" Excuse me," she addressed the bartender, " my car broke down and I need to call a tow truck. Do you have a payphone?"

" Before the bartender could respond, the man sitting next to Sandy turned to her and said " You think that gives you the right to come into our place, bitch?"

Sandy was taken aback. The blacks she knew at work were educated, well spoken people, She wasn’t accustomed toe being addressed in such a manner.

" I…I..ju..just want to….." Sandy began to stammer.

" Nobody gives a shit what you want, bitch. You got that?" the big man interrupted her.

Sandy looked around, hoping that someone would stick up for her. It became quickly obvious that nobody, including the bartender would side with her. Sandy was becoming afraid. She turned to start for the door, but a second man blocked her way. Grabbing her by the arms he pulled her against him.

" Where you think you going’ bitch."

" Let go of me!" Sandy pleaded as she struggled in his arms.

" Oh, we’ll let you go alright. Just soon as we done with you. You come into our place, you got to pay the toll."

" You tell her, Nate" she heard someone yell.

With his left arm crushing Sandy to him, Nate grabbed her hair with his right had, pulling her head back.

" No! Let go of me! Pleasmmummph…" she began pleading as Nate’s mouth crushed down on hers. She felt his tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth. She struggled against him, but he was too big, too strong. Suddenly she felt herself torn from Nate’s grip.

" Quit hugging’ her, man." It was the big man who had first spoken to her.

" Please don’t! Stop it! Please leave me alone." She begged. He had her pinned against the bar. Kissing her neck while he kneaded her breast with one hand. Sandy was terrified. He was being rough, hurting her, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. He grabbed the top of her blouse and pulled sharply, tearing all the buttons off and exposing her black lace bra.

" Somebody help me! Please! MAKE HIM STOP!!" Sandy only heard laughter in response.

" Get her to the pool table" she heard someone yell, as two more men grabbed her arms and began dragging her across the floor.

" Don’t! Please don’t. Oh God, please help me. Somebody PLEASE HELP ME!!"

The two men threw Sandy onto the pool table and pinned her arms down. Her hips were on the rail and her legs dangled off the edge of the table. The wrap around skirt had fallen open, exposing her lower body to everyone in the bar. She felt the big man’s hand reach for her, felt him grab the crotch of the panties she wore under the open bottom cincher.

" Oh no! Please leave me alone! Please don’t hurt me!" Sandy was crying as she begged, the tears burning her cheeks, but the big man couldn’t have cared less. The delicate nylon panties were no match for the force placed against them. Sandy heard the material ripping, then felt it as the panties were torn from her body.

" Shit man" the attacker said " the bitch is a real blond!!"

Sandy tried to kick him, but her position was to awkward. The big man was moved between Sandy’s legs, rubbing her nylon encased thigh with one hand while he undid his pants with the other.

" Bet you isn’t never had a black dick before, have you bitch? You in for a treat tonight."

Sandy felt the head of his dick press against her vagina. She tried squirming away from him, but there was no escape.

" Don’t!! Please don’t" Sandy begged as she felt him begin to enter her. " Pleas leave me alone, I don’t want to please stop please please oh God NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" she screamed and arched her back as he slammed himself full force into her dry vagina. " Oh God pleas stop!! Please STOP! It hurts. Oh God you’re hurting me."

The rapist grabbed Sandy’s legs, placing his arms under her knees so he could lift her legs and penetrate her more deeply. Her blouse was hanging open to each side of her. He pushed her legs high enough that he could grab her breasts with both hands. Sandy could see her high heeled feet pointing towards the ceiling. Sandy felt as if she were being torn in half as the big man continued driving into her as fast and as hard as he could. She had never before felt so much pain or frustration. She was being used like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She could hear her attacker beginning to groan, his breathing getting faster as he approached orgasm. A new terror filled Sandy as she realized she could end up pregnant.

" NO,’" she screamed as she began crying harder, nearly hysterical now ," PLEASE DON’T CUM IN ME! DEAR GOD PLEASE DON’T CUM IN ME. PLEASE DON’T AAAAUUURRRRGODNOOOPLEASEDON’TDOTHIS!!!"

Sandy felt him drive himself deeply into her and hold myself there. She felt him squirting his cum deep inside her vagina. She was crying, weeping uncontrollably. This couldn’t be happening to her. It couldn’t be. She felt him withdraw from her as he dropped her legs.

" NEXT!" he yelled, and Sandy was filled with a new dread. She thought it would be over when the big man had finished with her, but now she realized the horrible truth. Everyone of the men in the bar was planning to use her, and she was completely helpless. She could see the next one moving toward her, opening his pants as he came. Sandy clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth as she pleaded.

" No more. Please no more. What did I do? Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed out the words. " Nooo, please, you’re hurting me. NO MORE! IT HURTS! OHHHGOODDD!!" she cried as the rapist jammed himself deeply into her.

He continued his assault, withdrawing almost completely from her and then driving suddenly back into her. He continued pounding into her, faster and faster until he unloaded his cum inside her, ignoring her begging him not to.

Sandy didn’t know how much more she could take. Three more times she was raped, her legs still dangling off of the pool table while her arms were pinned above her head. Three more times her rapists ignored her pleas and came deep inside of her. Sandy was sure it couldn’t get any worse as the sixth man approached her. She was wrong.

" Dat pussies getting’ sloppy, man," he said ." Flip her ass over!"

Sandy’s eyes got huge as she realized what he meant. " NO!! GOD NO, NOT THAT, PLEASE NOT THAT!!!!!!"

The two men who were holding her arms down now pulled Sandy off the pool table. Sandy tried to fight, but they were to strong. While she was up, they finished tearing off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in nothing save her bra, cincher, nylons and high heels. Turning her around, they forced her to bend over the table, face down, her feet still on the floor.

Sandy was terrified. She had allowed her husband to try anal sex with her one time. It had hurt to much and they had to quit before he had even entered her all the way, even though he had been as gentle as possible. Sandy knew that the animal about to mount her was not going to even consider being gentle. She knew it was a waste, but still she begged.

" Don’t do this. Please not this, I CAN’T TAKE IT. God PLEASE don’t do this!!!"

Sandy felt him move between her legs, felt him place his dick against her rectum. The only lubricant was the cum of her previous rapists that had run down between her legs. She felt him pressing against her " Oh God please don’t" felt her beginning to spread her asshole " Don’t! Please don’t" felt him beginning to enter her " N-N-N-NOO-OO-OO PLEASE" felt him driving into her, withdrawing and then driving deeper " JESUS PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP !!!" felt it as she suddenly opened up to him and he dove the full length of his shaft deep into her bowels " EEEEEIIIIIIIIIII N-N-N-N-N-O-O-O-O-O-P-P-P-PLEASENOGODNOPLEASENOOOO!!!!"

He held himself inside her, impaling he on his dick, pressing as deeply as possible into her while gyrating against Sandy’s hips. This was intended to cause Sandy as much pain as possible.

" No more!" she cried " Please no more. Oh God I can’t take this! Please stop!"

" Go man, go! Fuck her good!" somebody yelled. Sandy realized that as well as being raped, she was a floor show for these animals. Her shame increased with that realization.

Now the anal rape began in earnest Her attacker withdrew his dick until nothing was left inside her but the head. He moved slowly for a moment, moving into her just a little and then withdrawing again. Suddenly and without warning, he lunged forward, driving himself brutally into her. Sandy screamed, her back arching and her head snapping back. The rapist kept pounding into her, driving himself into her as fast and hard as he could. Sandy felt as if she was loosing her mind. She only wanted it to be over, to have this animal out of her.

" Please," she begged, " please hurry. Please hurry. Ah ah ah ah ah oohhwwwww please hurry!"

Faster and faster he drove himself into her, until finally he came, spraying his cum deep inside Sandy’s bowels. Sandy was sobbing as he withdrew from her. Then, to her horror, she felt a second one move between her legs. Well lubricated with the previous rapist’s cum, the next one had no difficulty entering Sandy’s asshole and driving into her. Sandy continued crying and begging, but it did no good. One after another, seven men raped Sandy anally, each one shooting his cum into her bowels. Sandy had given up fighting. Nearly in shock, she laid on the table, her eyes closed, waiting for it to be over. Once they had all used her, Sandy was pulled all the way onto the pool table and left laying there, curled into the fatal position. In shock, Sandy laid there, not moving, terrified to do so. The men were at the bar, drinking and laughing. Sandy had no idea how long she lay there before she heard on of them say " Shit, I think I’ll have some more of that pussy."

Sandy heard him coming toward her. Still she lay there, not moving. She felt his hand on her shoulder and she didn’t resist as he rolled her onto her back. He climbed onto the pool table and knelt between her legs. She watched with a dazed expression as he undid his pants, pulling his dick into view.

" No…" Sandy said softly as he lowered himself on top of her, her voice hardly more than a whisper " …please no more. Please."

She felt him enter her, his weight crushing her to the pool table. He took a handful of hair, bending her head back, kissing her and forcing his tongue deep into her mouth while his other hand fondled her breast. She felt him moving inside her, faster and harder, his breathing becoming more ragged. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered as she felt him cum, depositing his load inside her. This show aroused the others, and Sandy lay unresisting, staring at the ceiling and crying softly, while the other men again began taking turns on top of her.

Seven of them had finished using her when the eighth climbed onto the table, and instead of moving between her legs, knelt over her chest. This brought Sandy out of her lethargic state, filling her with a new horror.

" No! You can’t! I WON’T LET YOU!!"

" Grab her hands!" the rapist yelled as Sandy again began fighting.

Two men ran up, one on each side of the table, and pinned Sandy’s wrists straight out to her sides. Sandy was kicking with her legs, digging against the table with her high heels, trying to move herself away from her attacker. She was arching her back and snapping her head from side to side. Her rapist grabbed the hair on each side of her head and twisted forcing Sandy to scream in pain.

This was the opening he had been looking for. As Sandy screamed, he jammed his dick into her mouth. Sandy was once again helpless, her arms pinned to the table as she choked and gagged on the dick that was being forced in and out of her throat. As her rapist continued to fuck her in the mouth, Sandy kept trying to get away from him. Arching her back and digging her heels into the table, her hips moving back and forth as she tried to free herself. As the dick was driven deep into her throat, she felt a second man move between her legs.

She tried to scream as the second dick entered her pussy, driving into her without mercy, but the dick that was choking her prevented it. Sandy couldn’t believe that she was being fucked in the vagina and the mouth at the same time. The rapist fucking her mouth began keeping his dick lodged in her throat so she couldn’t breathe. As she began to feel as if she were suffocating, she began fighting harder, digging in her heels and flinging her hips wildly in an attempt to break free. This had the unintended affect of impaling herself on the vaginal rapist, almost as if she were trying to give him the ride of his life. She felt the second rapist begin to cum inside her almost instantly, the one in her mouth drove as deep into her as he could and began shooting cum down her throat. Sandy was choking, but had no choice other than to swallow the cum.

As the depleted rapists climbed off of Sandy, two more climbed onto the table, one kneeling between her legs and the other sitting on her chest. Sandy tried to fight, but it was useless. She screamed and cried and begged for mercy, but there was no mercy. Once again she felt the dick of a rapist violating her throat, choking and gagging her, while a second drove himself into her pussy. Sandy lost track of how many times she was raped. She had no idea how many times people had cum in her vagina. She had no idea how many times people had cum in her bowels. She had no idea how many times people had cum in her throat. Sandy completely lost track of time.

Finally, after hours of abuse, her rapists were satisfied. Her skirt, blouse and panties completely destroyed, they pushed her purse into her hands and shoved her out the door. Still wearing only her bra, cincher, nylons and high heels, Sandy stumbled down the street towards her car. Reaching it, she climbed inside and locked the door. Collapsing onto the seat, Sandy laid there crying. She was still there when the police found her the next morning.

Author of this story is unknown.

SHOCKING RAPE MOVIES

Lisa was in the middle of her boutique’s store room when she heard the door chime. She looked at her watch and sighed. It was five minutes until closing which meant she’d be late getting all her work done. That meant she was going to be late starting dinner. Oh well, they would have to lose a bit of their supper time to business.

Not that her husband and kids minded. Business was good, and lateness was accepted.

Lisa did a quick check of herself in the mirror. She was wearing a simple dress that flowed down to her knees. At age 40, Lisa was a 5′ 4" big blonde girl–size 20– with great curves.She had been big all her life so her size never bothered her. She had had her share of men, and, when she undid the top buttons of the dress a little, she knew the clevage showing from her 44d breasts combined with little glimpses of nylon covered leg would be enough to get her husband to sit up and beg. Men were just stupid that way.

Lisa stepped out of the storeroom…and saw no one. She shrugged. Must have left, she thought as she turned the lock in the door. Maybe she would make it in time.

As she walked past the boutique’s dressing rooms, a Man slide out behind her, put his hand to her mouth, a knife to her throat and dragged her inside the dressing room.

All Lisa could see was the knife, inches from her face. The Man clamped down hard on her mouth. Lisa tried to squirm free, but the Man pressed the edge of the knife to her throat. Lisa froze.

"That is a good Fuck Toy. If you behave, I won’t have to slice you open. Understand?"

Lisa slowly nodded, very aware of the knife on her throat.

"Good." The Man released his hand from Lisa’s mouth, and grabbed her hair. Lisa yelped in pain.

"What is you name, Fuck Toy?"

"Lisa…please don’t hurt me…I have money…"

The Man struck Lisa in the temple with the knife handle. She staggered, her vision going black for a moment. Intense pain from the blow followed.

"I don’t want your money. I want you, Lisa Fuck Toy. I am going to make you my Rape Victim. Now if you want to live through it, you better start obeying me. Do you want to live Fuck Toy?"

"Yes…", whispered Lisa.

The Man shook Lisa’s head.

"LOUDER, FUCK TOY!"

"I WANT TO LIVE," shouted Lisa, tears now flowing freely.

"Good, now put your hands on your head and stay very still."

Lisa obeyed. The Man ran his hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples cruely through her dress and bra. Lisa cried out.

The Man placed the knife against her right breast.

"Stay still, Fuck Toy."

Lisa gulped and forced her body to stillness. The Man kneeled before her and pulled up her dress. His finger slid between her thighs.

"Spread those big thighs, Fuck Toy."

Lisa shifted her feet to obey. The Man reached up, grabbed the waist band of her pantyhose, and yanked them–with her panties– to her knees. Lisa began to sob.

The Man placed his mouth on Lisa’s clit and began to suck. Even though she was revolted by his touch, her body began to respond to the Man. A gasp left her mouth as he slowly shoved a finger inside her. She began to get wet.

The Man pumped his finger in and out of Lisa’s pussy as he sucked her. Lisa fought and fought…

"Oh God…stop..I’m CUMMING…NOOOO!"

The Man grabbed Lisa’s ass and pulled her closer so he can taste Lisa’s wetness as she came. He loved making his Fuck Toys cum. Made their rape so much sweeter.

The shame hit Lisa and she began to weep. She was still weeping as The Man pulled her to the floor off the dressing room, pushed her legs up and back, and rammed his hard cock into her.

The only sound in the dressing room was the grunting of the Man as he raped Lisa, and her sobbing until the Man shot his semen into Lisa. Lisa then let loose a long piercing scream as she felt his dirty seed enter her.

The Man smiled down at Lisa as her scream subsided.

"You are now My Rape Victim, Fuck Toy. You will always be."

The Man stayed on top of Lisa until his cock soften. He rolled off her and slapped her across the face.

"Shut up, Fuck Toy. You are my Rape Victim now. So behave."

Lisa took a deep breathe. That reduced her sobbing to a whimper.

The Man grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Strip, Rape Victim."

Lisa stripped off her heels, pantyhose, panties, dress and then her bra. She heard the Man intake of breathe has he admired her body.

The Man step forward and began to suck Lisa’s nipples.

"Such a beautiful Rape Victim. I need to enhance your beauty. Sit on the bench."

Lisa sat, body shaking with fear. The Man unbent a couple of wire hangers and bound Lisa’s wrists and ankles.

"Stay still. If I see you step out of this dressing room, I will kill you."

The Man stepped out of the dressing room. Lisa was left there, her Rapist’s cum leaking out of her, thinking of her family, of the shame she and they would have to live with. The Man was right: she was just his Rape Victim now. Tears flowed down her face.

The Man returned carrying some clothes. He untied her and dropped the clothes into her lap.

"Dress for me Rape Victim."

Lisa untangled the clothes: a red short lace nightie and a pair of red pantyhose. She slid on the hose, and noticed he had cut out the crotch of the hose. She wiggled into the nightie. The Man smiled at her.

"So beautiful. Come here Rape Victim."

Lisa shuffled over to him. The Man walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck. His hands cupped her breasts. A hand slid down to her clit. His fingers began to slowly rub her clit.

Lisa tried to pull away, but he held her tight as he rubbed her clit. Lisa stop fighting and gave in. She was his Rape Victim. His Fuck Toy. She pushed her hips up to meet his fingers and came for him a second time.

The Man kissed her cheek.

"That was nice, Rape Victim. Now to complete you. Bend over and put your hands on the bench."

Lisa obeyed. The Man ran his hands over her back and ass. He spread Lisa’s ass cheeks and drove his stiff cock into Lisa’s anus.

Lisa screamed and screamed as the Man raped her ass. She had never had a man in her "backdoor" and this Man was brutal.

"Yes, scream for me Rape Victim. You are and always wil be my Fuck Toy. Always remember who took your ass."

The Man raped Lisa’s big beautiful ass hard and fast. Her screaming added to the intense pleasure this big sexy Fuck Toy was giving him. When he came, it was with a loud scream of triumph that rivaled Lisa’s screams of terror and pain.

When the Man’s cock soften and slipped out of Lisa’s ass, she collasped to the ground. The Man collected Lisa’s dress,’hose,bra and heels,then took the unwired hangers and bound her ankles and wrists again. He shoved her panties in her mouth and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you Lisa Fuck Toy. It was a pleasure to make you my Rape Victim."

The Man left a sobbing Lisa on the floor of the dressing room.

Later, at a gas station pay phone, he told the 911 operator where they could find Lisa Fuck Toy. His Sixth Rape Victim.

The Man added Lisa Fuck Toy’s clothes to his trophy case…

Author of this rape story is: binder38us

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