Rape Stories.

This is my story. My name is Amber Lynn. I am 24 years old. I just graduated from college so I still have that "School Girl" look about me. I have long light brown hair and big brown eyes. I have a great body. I work out four hours every morning before I head to work. Needless to say you would have to look pretty hard to fin any flaws in the shape of my body. The first thing that most people ever notice (though they don’t say it) is my breast. I am a 36d. So I guess that you could say I have pretty large breast. I have always worn clothes that are a little skimpy or tight around my breast. I’m not ashamed to admit that up till the night that I got raped I was a tease. I keep a tan year round so that my ass will look that much better for when I wear my trade mark thongs. I say that thongs are my trademarks because I don’t own any other type of panties. I would always say to myself that I knew that I had a sexy body, so why couldn’t I dress like it. Boy was I about to find out.

I work at a High School in a small town. I’m a teacher’s assistant for the senior class. Working with younger boys like on daily bases was fun. They were always trying to look down my shirt or rub up against my body so they could feel my young perky large breast pushing against my shirts. I also work with the school’s Cheerleading team. I use to be a cheerleader so it’s fun for me to be able to help those young girls out. At the cheerleading practice I would wear a short pair of running shorts and a cut off shirt covering my sports bra. I use to get a real kick out of the boys at the school. Many of them would find reasons to watch the cheerleading team practice just so they could get a good look at my long dark muscular legs and my big bouncing breast. Knowing that the boys were watching I would tease them a little. I would flip up my cut off shirt to wipe my face.

This would give the boys a nice look at my breast fighting to be free from my restraining sports bras. I know that they especially liked it when my nipples were hard. My hard nipples would be pushing against my white sports bra allowing the boys get a glimpse of my large hard nipples, but my white sports bra also allowed the boys to get a look at the dark out line of my nipples through the thin white material. After give the boys a good look at my hard nipples I would look over at them only to find most of them looking at me with they’re eyes wide open and they’re mouth open as if they had seen a ghost.

Well, let me go on with my story. The week went by as usual. The majority of the males in the senior class would spend most of they’re days starring at my young fit body. On thing was different though about that particular week. There is the boy named Eric he is what I guess you would call a nerd. He hangs out with a bunch of the other unpopular kids in the senior class. I noticed that every day that week he and at least three of his buddies would show up at the cheerleading practices. They didn’t even try to hide the reason that they were there. They would stair at my body with the most lustful looks that I have ever gotten. Well Friday rolled around and I was working with the girls and I noticed that Eric and his dorky friends had come to watch me yet again, So I thought that I should give the a treat for they’re loyalty. There was a pretty strong breeze outside and it put a chill in the air, needless to say my large nipples were as are as rocks.

I silently laughed to myself as I raise the front of my cut-off tee shirt to wipe my face, thus giving the boys a good look at my large breast and my big hard nipples poking through my nearly see-through material. When I let my shirt fall back down covering my breast I looked over at the boys, and I saw them all talking and giggling like little schoolgirls. "I must have made they’re day", I thought to myself. I guess I couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh as I thought about those boys beating themselves of while thinking of my young firm body and its large perky breast.

After the practice I went home and took a long hot shower. I got out and began to get dressed for the night. I put on a thin white g-string thong and it’s matching bra. The bra was made of thin cotton so it was almost see-through and man did it make my breast look even bigger than they are. I then put on a short black skirt and my skin-tight white turtleneck. I left my house around 7:00pm to meet up with a friend of mine for some drinks. After a couple of hours of bitching about how we didn’t have any men in our lives we both agreed that it would be best if we didn’t drink any more so we could make our way home safely. After a quick kiss and hug I got in my car and drove home. By the time I got in my house it was 11:30pm. Little did I know that my night was about to take a vicious turn.

I was sitting on the couch when I heard someone knocking on my door. I got up and looked through the little hole in my door to see who was knocking on my door so late. All that I saw was the back of someone’s head. I thought, "don’t be so paranoid it’s probably just one of your neighbours Amber". I undid the locks on my door and opened it. I was surprised to see Eric standing there in front of me.

"Eric what are you doing here?" I asked.

He just smiled and said, "We just came by to see you".

With that I noticed the three other boys that were with him. They were two white boys and a black kid. I remember them from that day’s cheerleading practice. They were the same boys that had been with Eric that afternoon. I felt a little smug as I remembered the way that I gave those boys a peek at my breast hidden behind my sports bra.

"Boy do you look hot Amber. You don’t mind if I call you Amber do you?" Eric said.

"I think you and your friends should leave Eric it’s a little late to come by for a visit", I said with a little bit of attitude in my voice.

I started to turn around when one of the boys that were standing behind Eric moved towards me. I turned around to find out what he was doing. As soon as we made eye contact he punch me in the stomach. That first hit knocked the breath out of me. While I was trying to get air back in my lungs all the boys started kicking and hitting me knocking me back into the house. I fell to the floor in my leaving room as Eric turned and locked my front door. I was lying on the floor as he approached me.

He pulled out a gun and said, " You can shut up and do what we say or you can be a little bitch and swallow a bullet".

I said, "Whatever, just don’t hurt me. Please Eric just take whatever you want and leave".

Eric took the gun out of my face as he stood up and said, " Ryan goes first, followed by me and then you two can decide who goes next".

"Oh my God its Ryan chambers?" I thought as he pulled out a knife and begun to approach me. Ryan is about five foot nine and 200 pounds. Basically he is a fat pimple cover kid. "Oh my god, please don’t let them rape me", I thought to myself as I noticed that the black boy had pulled out a video camera. I just looked up at Ryan as he moved in front of me.

He said, "Stand up bitch! I said stand up". Then he grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet. He said, "Don’t fight or I’ll cut that pretty face of yours and have my way with you as you choke on your own blood".

"Please don’t rape me!" I said as he reached around me and grabbed my ass. "Stop it", I said as he leaned over and began kissing me as I tried to push him off me. His hands were feeling all over my body. While kissing me he lifted the back of my skirt exposing my thong cover ass to the rest of the boys.

"Holy shit she’s wearing a damn thong. Man is she a slut or what?" Eric said before he gave my exposed as a quick slap. Ryan broke lose from me.

He said, "take off your shirt slut". I didn’t want these boys to see me in my breast even if they were hidden behind my thin lacy bra. Ryan said, "Fuck it", as he began raising my shirt.

I slapped him in an attempt to brake free from him. He stood back and back handed be nearly knocking me down. I was so stunned that I couldn’t fight as he lifted my shirt over my head exposing my large breast hidden behind their thin white bra. Grabbing me by my hair he moved me so that I was standing in front of the other boys. They were all cheering as their young eyes feasted upon my large perky breast. Ryan stood be hind me as he reached around and slid the knife against my skin till it was under the front of my bra. "Please don’t", I said as I began to cry. Ryan started forcing the then material of my bra against the cold sharp blade of his knife.

"NO!" I screamed as his knife pushed the front of my bra from my body. I could hear the fabric starting to tare. Finally my bra split into two separate pieces. I tried to cover my breast but Ryan punch me in my back knocking the breath out of me. He then tore my shredded bra from my body as he moved in front of me and pulled my arms down fully exposing my big breast to the group of you boys. The all cheered as he mauled my breast before forcing the big nipple of each breast into his mouth. I stopped fight back because I knew that it was useless. I just stood there crying as Ryan squeezed each breast and sucked my hard nipples.

Releasing one of my nipples from his mouth’s grasp he got in my face and said, "you like this don’t you slut"? "Please stop", I begged as he turned around to high five each of the boys. He then pushed me to the ground. The black boy handed him some lotion and then I heard Eric say, "fuck that sluts big tits". Ryan quickly got undressed and sat on my chest. His hard cock was hitting my chin as he covered my breast with the lotion.

He said, "Push your big tits together so they’re wrapped around my cock, you bitch". I was crying as I put my hands in my breast pushing them together so that his cock was held tightly between my two large breasts. I was crying so hard that it was nearly impossible for me to beg him not to do this to me as he started pumping his hard cock back and forth in between my breast.

I had never let anyone tits fuck me. I couldn’t believe that this fat kid was fucking my tits and to make matters worst not only were there other boys watching him pump his cock in between my breast but they were also video taping my humiliation. Ryan kept letting out grunts as he pumped back and forth while my large breast hugged his hard cock. He used his hand to squeeze my hard nipples as he pumped. I screamed out in pain as he pinched each nipple.

"Oh shit, I think I’m going to cum on this bitch", Ryan said. "Open up your mouth bitch or I’ll beat the shit out of you".

I begged him; "please stop I swear that I won’t go to the cops. Just please stop". Ryan told me to shut up as he sat there pumping my big breast. "Huh yeah, huh, here I cum bitch", he said. Then he pumped his cock in between my big breast a couple more times. I could see the pre-cum bubbling out of his cock’s head. I was crying so hard that I was unable to fight back as he lifted himself off my chest and moved his cock towards my open mouth. Placing his cock in my mouth he pumped it in and out a couple of times then he let out a laud groan as his cock exploded in my mouth. I almost got sick as his hot salty cum kept shooting out of his cock.

He said, "Swallow it slut. Swallow it or die bitch". I knew that I had no other choice as I closed my eyes and took his cum down my throat with a couple of deep gulps. As I was swallowing his cock let out a couple more hot streams of salty cum into my mouth. He held his cock in place making sure that I swallowed it all. Removing his limp cock from my mouth he said, "you’re one hell of a titts fuck you slut". As he stood up everyone gave him a high five.

Eric stepped forward and began to undress. His hard cock bounced as he pulled his boxers down to his feet. For a kid he had a pretty big dick. This dork’s cock had to be about eight inches long and two inches thick. I said, "Please no, please no more, please Eric". "Shush", he said as he moved towards me. He placed his hands on each of my legs and pulled them apart. He then moved his body in between my long dark muscular legs.

He said, "Look at me Amber" as he ran his hands up my muscular thighs pulling my short skirt up to my waist. I sat there crying trying to cover my large breast as he took Ryan’s knife and slid it under the side of my g-string. "Eric listen you can fuck my tits too if you want but don’t rape me.

Please don’t." I said as he looked around to the other boys. He said, "look at me tease". As soon as I made eye contact with him he smiled at me as he cut my thong from my body exposing my thin shaved line of pubic hair to all the boys. "Please god don’t let this humiliation go on please", I prayed silently as Eric took Ryan’s lotion and rubbed it on my slit and then all over his cock. He leaned over me lining his cock up to my opening with one hand as the other held a handful of my hair.

"Stop trying to cover those big tits of yours bitch or I’ll cut you", he said. I removed my arms from my chest and placed them to the floor. I couldn’t believe that this dork was about to have rape me. I tried to move away but he began pumping his thick cock up my tight little slit. "Oh no, please stop", I said as I sat there crying as he kept pumping his cock deeper and deeper into my body.

"Damn this tease is tight as shit. You guys are going to love fucking this tight cunt", Eric said as he forced even more of his cock into me. "Huh, oh yeah Amber, you’ve got one hell of a tight cunt", Eric said. He once he was able to sink his whole cock deep into me. He started squeezing my breast as he pumped my tan athletic body up and down. I was crying so hard that my breast giggled with my constant sobbing. Eric seemed to enjoy the challenge of catching my big nipples in his mouth as he pumped away in tight slit. "Please stop!" I screamed as Eric’s body kept slapping my body with his slow but deep pumps. He slapped me and told me to shut up. "Huh, huh, huh, damn you are one hell of a fuck Amber", Eric said as he leaned back so his hands could squeeze my breast as he pumped away in me.

I was so humiliated. I couldn’t believe that this skinny zit covered kid was between my long muscular legs with his cock thrusting deep into me forcing my tan body with its big breast to bounce back and forth as the dork fucked me in front of his friends. I noticed that the black boy holding the camera was beating off while he recorded Eric’s dork ass pumping my young athletic body up and down.

"Are you on the pill Amber?" he said. "No, please pull out don’t cum in me", I screamed. He told the other boys to grab my arms and hold me down. As soon as Ryan and the other white boy had my arms pinned down Eric began pumping the shit out of my slit. I mean he was pumping me hard and fast. I heard Ryan call the other white boy Chuck.

He said, "hey Chuck get look at that little thin line of pubic hair she has. I’ve never seen a pussy shaved like that".

Chuck said, "Hell you’ve never seen a pussy besides this bitch’s". All the boys started to laugh except for Eric who was now in his own world as he pumped my slit making my breast giggle with each of his deep thrust. "Amber you’re such a slut. You love teasing all of us young guys don’t you cunt? Huh, huh, oh shit I’m going to cum in you fucking tease", Eric said as his pumps slowed down. I said, "no please!!!!" I tried wiggling free but the other boys just laughed at me as the held me in place. All my wiggling around must have given Eric some pleasure because he was breathing really hard. With a breast in one hand and a handful of my hair in the other he told me to look him in the eyes while he came in me.

As soon as we made I contact I felt his body tense up and let out a laud groan of pleasure then with on last deep pump I felt his cock unleash wave after wave of warm cum into me. I felt warm all over as his cum filled me up. When he was done unleashing his cum in me he laid on top of me till his limp cock popped out of my slit. He then gave me a kiss and said, "guess who just fucked your little tight cunt bitch".

The boys all cheered for Eric as he got removed his skinny body from in between my long dark muscular legs. The one that Ryan called chuck came next. He undressed raised me by my hair to my knees. He laid down in front of me and said, "suck my cock bitch". I decide to do whatever the boys wanted. I wouldn’t fight back anymore; maybe then they would leave me alone. I bent over and took his hard throbbing cock into my mouth. He cupped my dangling breast as my head bounced up and down on hiss cock. Letting go of one of my breast he said, "deeper slut, I want to go deeper down your throat".

He placed his free hand on the back of my head as he began pushing my head down while pumping his hips towards my face. The result was my head bouncing up and down on his cock. My chin kept slapping his hairy ball sack. "Oh shit, I’ve never gotten head before, but damn this feels good. When I cum bitch you better swallow it all or else". I was disgusted that this dork was fucking away at my mouth. These are the types of guys that my boyfriends in High School would beat up. I mean these guys were punk ass dorks. The most have loved using my tan athletic body and my big breast to get off to. I couldn’t believe that they were video taping this.

Chuck said, "oh shit I’m going to cum, I have gotten off in weeks bitch. I’ve been saving it all for tonight." With one hand squeezing my large dangling breast and its big hard nipple forcing itself between his fingers, his other hand still had a handful of my hair. He pulled my head up off his cock so that the head of his cock was just past my lips; then he let out a grunt as he blasted his first wade of warm salty cum into my mouth. He came so much that I just started swallowing gulp after gulp it felt like he would never stop cumming. Streams of hot cum poured from his cock into my mouth as tears ran down my face. I swallowed every last just of his cum has he held his cock in my mouth till it went limp. After what felt like a minute of cumming his cock finally went limp and slide out of my mouth.

Next came the black kid. He handed the camera to Eric and moved towards me. Suddenly he kicked me in the stomach knocking me to the floor. Face down on the floor I felt him pull my hips towards him. I raised to my hands, only to find myself in the doggie style position. After a few missed attempts he finally sunk his long black cock into my little white shave slit. "Oh yeah, that’s bitch. You like having a brother fucking your little white cunt don’t you?" he said as he started really pumping me hard from behind. He was pumping me so hard that my dangling breast with their large cork like nipples kept slapping each other as my body bounced back and forth with his deep pumps.

All the boys were talking about how he was making my ass jiggle because he was pumping me so hard. I felt so humiliated as the black boy fucked me from behind in front of this group of rapist dorks. My little shaved slit was wrapped tightly around his thick black cock. He said, "damn your tight cunt is on hell of a fuck bitch. Get ready because I’m going to pump your little white cunt full of my black cum. I screamed, "no!" He just held of to my hips as he pumped away at me from behind. I tried to move but Ryan put Eric’s gun to my head and told me to take his cum in me like a good little slut. His body kept slapping my ass from behind as he thick black cock sunk deep into my shaved little white slit. I just cried as my dangling breast kept slapping each other and ass kept jiggling.

Then he said, "take this you fucking tease". Holding on to my hips he thrust deep inside of me as Ryan held the gun to my head. I felt his black cock spasm and twitch inside of me as it unloaded his warm cum deep into my body. I collapsed on the floor as he pulled his black snake from my little shave slit. For the rest of the night they all took turns fucking me.

They kept the tape as black mail. Usually after cheerleading practice Eric meets me in the boys’ locker room. He pulls my shorts and my long slowly down my long legs. Then he makes me spread my legs as he forced his cock up me. He’ll pull my sports bra up over my breast so he can suck my large nipples while he fucks me. Then he makes me beg him to cum in me. Then you guessed it he normally unleashed his lava like cum into me. Leaving me naked and abused on the locker room floor.

SCREAM AND CREAM - Let’s rape those cute girls!

The day started out well for the vacation. It was a beautiful day with the sun playing hide and seek behind the clouds. The temperature was a moderate 87 degrees and climbing as the wind kept up the illusion of keeping everything a little cooler.

Tammy and Ilese left the house in high spirits, especially Tammy. Here husband was in the military and had to leave for a deployment to the Balkan area and left her for three months. She knew he only had one month left to go and was counting down the days, but she had only been to work and home since he had left and she needed a break. When Ilese had called and suggested that they take the train to the beach by Amsterdam, Tammy had readily agreed. All the preparations had been made and now they were off.

Tammy was not an exceptionally superior looking woman, but she could hold her own. She was 5′7" tall with shoulder length brown hair that surrounded a fine boned face. Strikingly dark, brown eyes with long lashes set above a classic Roman nose, a wide generous mouth mounted over a small pointed chin. Her body was set a little bit wider than most women, due to her athletic background. Her broad shoulders helped support her 38Dcup breasts. Her body then sharply angled in a v shape to a small waist before expanding back out to firm muscular hips. The hips then merged into a set of very shapely legs that stopped over small feet. Tammy was proud that she was able to maintain her figure in top shape.

Ilese was as tall as Tammy and resembled Tammy quite a bit. When she and Tammy went out, people always though that they were sisters. Ilese’s body differed in that she was a dancer and was built like one. Tall and slender, Ilese sported long legs and a small butt. Her narrow waist then was topped by 32Bcup breasts with small shoulders. Her hair was also brown but went down to her waist. Ilese’s face was narrower than Tammy’s but with similar features. Ilese had many offers for dates and several admirer’s, but she normally turned them down because she spent so much time teaching and training in formal and modern dance.

The train was long and uneventful. Tammy took a nap while Ilese read a magazine. Ilese then pulled out a cell phone and called to check on her reservations. She had reserved a small suite with two separate bedrooms with an adjoining lounge room. The rooms didn’t cost as much as it was almost the end of the season and the kids were already going back to school. After confirming the reservations she watched as the train slowed and came to another stop.

As the passengers boarded, she watched two men as they carried two small backpacks on the train. Both of them looked to be in their younger twenties, like her and Tammy, casually dressed in jeans and T-shirts. They both appeared to be in good physical condition and looked very passable to her. As they boarded the train they came and placed their baggage diagonally across from where she and Tammy were sitting. Ilese stared at both of their butts and smiled to herself. She always felt she could tell if a man worked to stay in good condition and that was by looking at their butts. Both of them were in fairly good shape from the outline of their pants.

Ilese watched as both of them sat down and then made eye contact with the one facing her. He looked twice and then smiled, Ilese smiled back and gestured for him come over. He leaned over and said something to his friend and then walked over to her.

He introduced himself as Jan to which she responded with her name. They soon fell into deep conversation with each other until Ilese noticed how uncomfortable Jan was kneeling in front of her and talking. He kept changing positions and shifting weight to keep comfortable. Ilese mentioned that she would go with him to his booth and talk to him there and suggested that his friend sit with Tammy. Ilese looked at Tammy and saw that she was still out. Reflecting that Tammy had stayed up very late working on some house projects before leaving, she felt it would be better to leave Tammy alone to sleep some more. Tammy was really out of it and sleeping very well.

In the meantime, Jan went to his friend Ben and told his friend what was going on. He had discovered that Tammy was married but alone with Ilese and that they were going to the same resort hotel he and Ben were going. He then explained the seating situation to Ben. Ben agreed and went to look Tammy over and finish reading his book while Ilese and Jan talked in comfort.

It got darker as nightfall came and Ilese and Jan turned on the reading lights and kept talking. Ben went over to the other booth and sat down across from Tammy. He looked and surveyed what he saw. She was very pretty in an almost Italian kind of way, and was wearing a thin summer blouse that hung loosely over her breasts. He looked further down and saw she had smooth tanned thighs that flowed out of a pair of very loose summer beige summer shorts. One leg was up on a small foot rest protruding from the wall and the other was stretched out under his seat. He looked the leg down till he saw petite feet in beige sandals. He looked further when he saw that her legs were open a little but saw that her shirt was covering her crotch area where her shorts were laying open.

Ben was opportunistic and decided this was an opportunity that he was going to take. Ilese had mentioned that Tammy was a very heavy sleeper, so he decided to test that. Ben first reached out and turned off the reading lamp. Looking around he saw that the next booth up was Ilese and Jan’s and that know one was around. The next stop wouldn’t be for at least another hour and then their stop would be an hour after that.

After checking, Ben leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs out, ‘accidentally touching Tammy’s one leg and moving it much wider. If Tammy didn’t feel it or wake up, he would go further. He watched carefully as Tammy obligingly opened her legs up wider and slunk lower in the seat. Ben nodded in satisfaction and then waited a few minutes to make sure Tammy was settled. Ben leaned back forward and reached out, moving Tammy’s shirt tails up to a better position so he could see her crotch area. Having done that, Ben then carefully lifted and straightened the loose shorts and laid them up, seeing how far they would go. Judging by the extra material, Ben figured he could stick both his hands in there with room to play.

Ben then waited a few more minutes, ensuring that Tammy was indeed still asleep. He then reached out and pulled the shorts open and back till he could see Tammy’s panty covered crotched. She was wearing lacy white full panties and he could see the dark growth of her pussy hairs and the outline of her vaginal lips through them. Ben then reached out and gently moved Tammy’s blouse to one side and down. Carefully undoing one button, Ben was able to expose the swell of Tammy’s breast, showing that she was wearing a matching lace bra. Ben reached forward and carefully traced the soft skin from Tammy’s neck down to her breast, gently swirling around the lace covered nipple while watching Tammy for any sign of waking up.

Tammy’s breathing never changed from its deep, rhythmic rise and fall. Ben kept up the soft touching swirl and watched as Tammy’s nipple started to get hard. Soon he was able to see that she had a nice nipple a little wider around than a pencil eraser capping her large breast. Gently Ben swirled his hand down and then moved to her inner thigh. Carefully he watched her as he swirled his fingers lightly over her skin up to her panty covered pussy, and then he softly stroked his finger over her lips following the slightly wettening crack up and down.

Ben watched as Tammy’s breathing still was slow and steady. He grinned to himself, as he increased the pressure slightly, feeling his finger getting damp from the moisture starting to soak through the panty. Tammy still didn’t move as Ben decided to go further. Gently taking his finger, lifted the elastic of her right leg and carried it over, then taking his middle finger, Ben slowly inserted it in between the swollen, exposed lips of Tammy’s cunt. Ben gently eased it in and then pulled it out, taking his time until his finger was coated with Tammy’s juices and his finger was buried to the third knuckle.

He then carefully pulled it back out as he saw Tammy’s breathing start to change. Carefully he withdrew and laid her underwear back into place. Ben then pulled her shorts and shirt back down and recovered her breast, leaving the one button unbuttoned. Ben then leaned back into his chair watching Tammy through slitted eyelids. Ben sniffed his finger and then tasted it quickly, savouring the tangy flavour of Tammy as he licked his finger clean and then pretended to sleep while Tammy woke up.

Tammy woke up feeling very horny and frustrated. She felt very wet and aroused and wasn’t happy about it. As she opened her eyes, she saw a young man across from her, sleeping with his head back. He was ruggedly attractive but she wasn’t interested. She looked around hearing Ilese’s voice and saw she was talking to someone else. Getting up, Tammy looked at Ilese and got her attention. Ilese broke away from Ben and got up to talk to Tammy.

Ilese explained why she wasn’t sitting with Tammy and told Tammy who Ben was. After the explanation, Tammy was satisfied and content. She went and used the bathroom then went back to her seat. Her arousal had gone away and she was feeling much better.

A few hours later, Tammy and Elise checked into the hotel and then went down to the bar, meeting up with Ben and Jan. Tammy spoke with Ben and found him conversationally gifted and intelligent. She learned that Ben and Jan worked for a pharmaceutical company in Germany and on vacation. As the night grew almost into the early morning, Tammy had lost track of her drinks and grew more and more openly flirtatious with Ben. Soon she found herself, Ilese, Jan and Ben going up to their suite to continue on with the small party.

After arriving to the room, Tammy drank yet another rum and coke, talking and being flirtatious with Ben. She didn’t notice when Ilese and Jan left for Ilese’s bedroom. As she was talking to Ben she kept feeling Ben softly stroking her shoulder and running his hand down her shirt front. Tammy opened her mouth to say something when she stopped. Ben had aroused her and she could feel him rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tammy could feel the lace of her bra softly being driven into the skin of the nipple as her back arched and she moaned.

Ben saw as Tammy closed her eyes and moan softly while he gently manipulated her nipple through the shirt and bra. It was a risk that he took but he figured that she would give in given the amount of alcohol that she had drunk.

She arched her back leaning into the couch as he carefully opened her shirt and started massaging the other breast. With her shirt wide open he could see the smooth expanse of soft skin and as he manipulated first one strap, then the other down her shoulder, always keeping pressure on one of the breasts and keeping her occupied with sensation. Carefully he lowered his right hand and lifted up her shorts. The legs of her shorts were so loose and wide he could slip his hand up her leg with no trouble. Pulling her right short leg up, he again exposed her moist panty covered pussy and started to rub her wet slit softly and gently. Tammy’s eyes remained closed as she lifted her hips up and moved down on the couch trying to catch his elusive finger.

Tammy was lost in sensation as her alcohol dulled mind attempted to scream a warning that was lost in sensation. Tammy felt his finger pushing into her and stopping because of her panties and then swirl around, increasing her arousal.

Ben watched as Tammy moaned and ground her pussy against his finger. He knew that she was gone and that married or not, she was his for the night. He move his other hand down and lifter her underwear to one side and slipped his finger up and down her wet slit. Her buttocks were now half off the edge of the couch and at the perfect height for him as he eased himself down onto his knees and undid his pants.

Pulling out his dick, he noticed that he was already dripping precum out of the tip. His dick was 7 inches long but a full two and three quarters inches around. As he manipulated himself between her legs, he started rubbing her clit with one hand, the other hand he used to pull the underwear tight up the crack of her ass and all the over, totally exposing her vaginal opening. Holding it there, he started to rub the head of his dick against her slit, slowly going deeper, at the same time gently rubbing her clit, keeping her inundated with erotic sensation. Soon he could feel the warm, wet, velvety softness of her as he penetrated further and further into her.

Tammy’s legs opened wider and wider as she moved her heeled sandals further apart to accommodate the wide prick entering into her. Ben felt her tightness as he slowly pulled in and out, carefully going deeper with each stroke. Soon he was buried as far ash could go. Ben let go of her underwear and reached out with both hands, grabbing her breasts, pulling and rolling the hard nipples as he started to stroke in earnest.

Tammy was gone. She felt as Ben started to push in and out and recognized that he was now fucking her. She felt as his wide dick split her open again and again in massive erotic pleasure. His hands were rubbing her breasts increasing her erotic pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him and pounded her heels into his butt. Groaning in ecstasy she began to orgasm.

Ben felt her first convulsions of orgasmic bliss as he started to ram harder into her. She moaned and cried out as she came the first time and the started to come again for the second. Ben let go of her breasts and grabbed her legs by the knees. Trapping them under his arms, he began squeezing her butt cheeks together and running his fingers up the crack of her ass as she cried out again. Slowing down, Ben began to long stroke Tammy, bringing his dick all the way out and then driving it back in as she lay there moaning. As his fingers got wet from her juices, Ben started playing with her anus, slowly rubbing it, getting it wet with her lubrication and then gently slipping his finger slowly into her asshole and then back out. He could feel the ring of muscle convulsing with her excitement as he carefully kept plunging his finger deeper into her ass. He went slow, carefully stretching her ass out bit by bit as he kept slowly fucking her pussy.

Tammy could feel herself orgasm again and again and then she felt Ben’s finger slide into her small asshole. From the alcohol and the arousal, she was relaxed enough where it didn’t hurt her. She had never had more than her husband’s finger up there before and it hurt a little then but she had never allowed him to penetrate her ass with anything else. She never thought that Ben would even try and so relaxed even more as she came yet again.

Ben felt her cum again and as his finger worked itself in and out of her ass. Letting go of her knees, he pushed her legs wider and started to rub her clit again. As she quickly got lost in this sensation, Ben pulled out and moved his dick a little lower and started to push.

Tammy was lost as Ben started to rub her sensitive clit again. The arousal kept building as he expertly manipulated her adding arousal but not letting her come anymore. She didn’t even notice that he had pulled out and had started to penetrate her ass. She felt slow pressure as he entered her but it was so slow that it didn’t hurt as he stretched out her sphincter and began to enter into her ass.

Ben was going in. Her ass was pushing as he slowly kept penetrating into her extremely tight ass. Ben never stopped rubbing her clit as he began to push in and out of her ass. Ben then began moving much faster as he felt her pressure rising and her ass muscles started to convulse.

From the pit of his stomach he felt himself starting to come as he heard Tammy cry out from a massive orgasm. He thrust deep inside Tammy as he poured spurt after spurt of come into her ass. He watched as she moaned and her breasts jiggled from her mini-orgasms that she was experiencing. After that, Tammy passed out cold. She fell into a deep drunken sleep as Ben pulled his dick out of her ass. When it came out, a rush of come came out and splashed onto the carpet.

Ben picked her up and carried her limp body into her bedroom, pulled the covers back on the bed and laid her on it. After undressing her, he then undressed and lowered himself on top of her. He had used her underwear to wipe his dick off, but he was still hard. Moving her legs wide and thrust back inside of her still wet pussy, enjoying the feel of her tightness as he pushed in and out of her. Raising her legs up, he continually slammed into her until he felt himself about to come again. Pulling out, he jerked off the rest of the way, spraying come all over her groin and belly, then Ben put it back inside of her until he felt himself going soft.

Laying down next to Tammy, Ben began tracing her body with his hand, caressing the woman that was his for the night. Thinking about the train ride, Ben began to tickle Tammy’s pussy and clit while he rolled her over. Once he got Tammy onto her belly, Ben pushed apart her ass cheeks and looked at her little brown bud. Wetting his fingers, Ben started to rub her anus, getting the muscles to relax again as he pulled on his rapidly hardening dick with the other hand.

Once he was hard, Ben got up and grabbed some cold cream that was laying on the table and used it to coat Tammy’s asshole. Finished, Ben then spread her cheeks again as he lay down on top of her, slowly easing his weight on to her body and using the weight to push his dick into her ass again. After a few moments, Ben was fully inserted and began to slide in and out again, feeling her tight ass as it sucked and pulled on his dick. Before long, Ben came one last time and pulling back out with a sigh of contentment, Ben rolled over and went to sleep.

When Tammy woke up, she realized with horror that she was naked and sleeping next to a man that wasn’t her husband. She lay in bed and closed her eyes as she remembered the night before. She remembered almost everything, including getting it up the one place she didn’t even allow her husband to go.

Rolling out of bed, she quickly went into the bathroom to verify what she knew she had done. Sobbing quietly, she ran her hands over the dried, stiff feel of semen on her belly and pubic hair. Reaching behind, she could feel the same coming from her sore ass crack and down part of her ass cheek. Tammy felt sick as she felt the evidence of what she had allowed herself to do. She quickly jumped into the shower and washed herself scrubbing furiously as her tears mixed with water from the showerhead.

Coming back into the bedroom, she quickly got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, then woke up Ben. She firmly told him what a mistake she had made and that this was the first and last time it would happen. Tearfully she told him how she loved her husband and that she had made a terrible mistake.

Ben nodded and explained to her that if that was what she had wanted, then he could go along with that, but he wished to remain her friend for the duration of their stay in Amsterdam. Tammy agreed that it would be fine for that but made sure that he understood that what had happened would not ever happen again. Tammy again vowed to herself that she would not make that mistake again, drunk or not.

Later that morning, after Ben and Jan had left, Ilese looked questioningly at Tammy. She knew that something had happened the previous night between Ben and Tammy. It was obvious as to what had happened because she had heard Tammy crying out in the throes of physical pleasure. She knew how Tammy had felt about her husband, but she thought that Tammy had control of the situation. Now as she sat across from Tammy, she looked into the red, puffy eyes of a woman tormented by her own private demon of guilt and anguish.

Between questioning Tammy and remembering what had transpired the night before, Ilese came to the conclusion that Tammy had been drunk, lonely and unhappy with the lengthy absence of her husband. She consoled Tammy and told her that it may not have been right, but it was natural what had happened and that if it was any consolation, no one would know unless Tammy told it herself. Her husband didn’t have to know at all.

Tammy nodded her head but still felt miserable. She was always honest with her husband about everything and didn’t hide things from him. Having this event on her mind would not be easy. Hiding it from her husband would be even worse. She decided that she would figure out what to do after the vacation trip was over and she had time to think more about it in private. Having made that decision, both Tammy and Ilese went out for some shopping and fun.

That night when they returned to the hotel, it was already starting to fill with regulars for the bar/dance club that was housed at the hotel. Seeing an opportunity for some fun and to take her mind off of the events of the previous night, Tammy and Ilese dressed up and went out to enjoy the night time revelries.

Tammy had on a knee length, black skirt with a matching black, short sleeve blouse, black sheer hose and a pair of medium tall heels. Ilese went in a more daring figure hugging, blue mini dress and a pair of heeled sandals.

As they came down the stairs they met with Ben and Jan, who both whistled in appreciation. Ben took Tammy’s arm and quietly whispered in her ear that if she just wanted fun and nothing else, to stay by him and he would make sure nothing else happened. Tammy nodded in assent and then proceeded down into the bar after Ilese and Jan.

Soon all four were caught up in the moment of dancing, drinking and having a good time. Ben watched Tammy as she danced with Ilese and Jan, but never himself danced with her. Every time she came back to the table, her drink was always fresh and full. Tammy didn’t pay attention as she quickly became intoxicated. Ben watched heras she started to slow down and kept fanning her face, trying to cool down and drinking the high octane drinks that he had specially ordered for her. Soon it became apparent that she was extremely intoxicated.

Jan and Ilese had decided to go back upstairs and Ben holding a very drunk Tammy followed after. When they made it back to the suite, Jan and Ilese had already disappeared into Ilese’s bedroom. Ben helped Tammy onto the couch and then went to mix a drink for her. Knowing that she was extremely intoxicated, he made a small vodka delight and slipped in a small pill. The pill was a mild sedative that of itself, would only make someone slightly drowsy, but in Tammy’s condition, would knock her out to the world for at least four hours. Ben gave Tammy the drink.

Tammy was very thirsty and hot still from the dancing that she had done. She also had realized that she was very drunk and decided that before anything went on, she would go to bed once she finished the drink. Receiving the drink, Tammy quickly downed the contents and then announced that she was going to bed. Getting up, she went to the bathroom and then quickly and messily undressed. Afterwards Tammy collapsed on the bed and waited until sleep claimed her. It wasn’t long.

Ben waited until Tammy went to bed and then left the suite, leaving the door unlocked. he decided that he would try some things that he had always wanted to before and never had the chance to do with a willing partner. Now that he had Tammy, he figured it was the opportune time to try his desires. Going to the sex shop adjacent the hotel, Ben made a few purchases and then returned back to the suite. Ben quickly locked the door to Tammy’s room and then went to work.

Ben first approached Tammy, lying on the bed, reached out and pinched her on the inside of her upper arm. Reaching out further, Ben pulled the blanket off of Tammy and then pinched the inside of her thigh, right next to her crotch. Still no response. Satisfied that Tammy was out for a while, Ben reached out and took Tammy’s panties and pulled them off of her sleeping form. Tammy only wore panties to bed, which made Ben’s work much less. Reaching into his bag of purchases, Ben pulled out black fishnet thigh high stockings and pulled them onto Tammy’s legs, after which he then placed a fishnet teddy, which ended in a g-string and manipulated that onto Tammy. Ben then put Tammy’s heels back on her feet.

Now Ben was ready for step two. He reached out and positioned Tammy so that she was on her back in the cent of the bed. Taking one leg, Ben quickly tied Tammy’s left ankle to her left thigh. Ben then did the same thing to her right thigh and then stuck the pillow under the small of her back. Ben then ties Tammy’s arms out to the corners of the bed. Once he was done, Ben quickly undressed. Kneeling down on the bed, Ben raised her bound legs up spread them out as he began to lick furiously at the exposed slit. Working his way up and down, Ben tasted the inside of Tammy as her body responded while her mind remained unconscious. As her pussy got wetter, Ben chuckled and got back up.

Going to the bag, Ben pulled out some extra lubrication and a large vibrator. Checking to make sure it worked, he grinned savagely when the vibrator immediately started to hum. Ben grabbed the last bit of rope and tied Tammy’s legs wide open and then began to generously lube up Tammy’s two exposed holes. Once he was done, Ben gently slid the vibrator into Tammy’s cunt and then pulled the fishnet stocking over it to hold it in place. He then positioned himself at Tammy’s ass moving the string over enough to get his dick at her brown pucker hole. Ben thrust in slowly and felt resistance as he first started the push, but felt her muscle give way as he began sliding into Tammy’s well lubed as. He sighed as he felt her velvety walls gripping his dick.

Ben then turned on the vibrator and began to push, driving himself in and out of her as the vibrator massaged her pussy and his dick at the same time. Ben felt like his dick was on fire as he began to pick up the pace and rammed his dick in and out of Tammy. He watched as her breasts jiggled from the impact under the fishnet, he moaned as he felt the fishnet stockings covering over her legs as he grabbed the heels of her shoes and pulled himself in deeper. Over and over Ben thrust inside of Tammy until he finally couldn’t take it any more and began to come. Deep inside her bowels, Ben came again and again, revelling in the stolen delights of Tammy’s body.

Ben then pulled out and watched as Tammy’s ass started to ooze cum from the distended hole. Ben was still hard and it felt like he almost didn’t cum. Ben pulled the large vibrator out of Tammy’s cunt and looked at it, comparing it to his own. It was much larger, extending out to a full 10 inches long and 4 and a quarter inches around.

He looked back at Tammy’s ass and decided to go for it. Placing the vibrator at the tip of her still slightly open anus, Ben slowly began pushing the vibrator in until it was fully inserted into her ass. Looking at that little asshole fully distended, it looked like it was stretched to the fullest it would ever go. Ben then turned on the vibrator and then pushed himself into Tammy’s cunt. Feeling the vibrating sensation from under his balls as he was fucking Tammy was an awesome sensation.

Especially when he saw that Tammy was responding, even if drugged, drunk and asleep. Ben watched Tammy as she began to rapidly and raggedly breathe as he pummeled her cunt with his dick. Bouncing in and out as hard and fast as he could he watched as her mouth opened up and she cried out and came. He could feel Tammy’s pussy get incredibly wet as her muscles convulsed around the vibrator and his dick. Feeling her come set him off and Ben shot another load, this time deep into Tammy’s womb.

Exhausted from the two sessions, Ben pulled back out and then reached to Tammy’s ass and turned off the vibrator. Pulling that out, he could see dark stains of shit on it as he held it into the light. Ben then looked at the holes that he had violated, noting that both of them were leaking cum and that both of them still gaped open from the extended use. He looked up at Tammy’s face, but she had never woken up through the orgasm that she had experienced. Shrugging, Ben got and untied her from the bed and herself.

Leaving on the bed, Ben went to the bathroom and cleaned the shit of the vibrator and then brought it back to her. Opening her legs back up one more time, Ben inserted the vibrator back into her still dripping pussy and pulled the fishnet crotch back over it holding it in place, but leaving the toy off. Ben then covered her up in the blanket and left with the rest of the tell tale things and locked the door behind as he left the suite.

Tamy woke up feeling very stuffed and extremely horny and sore. As she moaned her need she reached between her legs and felt the vibrator and accidentally turned it on. The resultant rush of sensation inundated her as she began to orgasm on the vibrator. Pulling her legs up she cried out as the pressure from her bladder released from her loss of control. Peeing uncontrollably and having an orgasm, Tammy shuddered and moaned cried out before she finally got the vibrator out of her.

Laying back on the bed now and fully awake, she looked around in shock as she saw clothes she didn’t recognize on her body and the large vibrator laying in a pool of her piss and spend. Tammy quickly got up and began cleaning everything up. She knew they were checking out of the hotel that afternoon so she quickly grabbed the bed clothes and put them into the shower and washed them down to get the urine out and then began stripping out of the clothes.

Throwing the wet clothes in and then herself climbing in the shower, Tammy washed herself, the clothes and linen and then hung everything out to dry. Tammy quickly got dressed, noting that her ass was extremely sore as well as her pussy. She knew that something had happened as evidenced by the clothing and other things but she couldn’t remember what. Vowing never to drink again, Tammy cleaned up the rest of her mess and then packed her clothes. Tammy then pulled her hair dryer out and air dried the sheets and the lingerie. finishing that she piled the sheets on the floor and put the lingerie with the rest of her stuff along with the vibrator.

After waking Ilese and getting Jan out of the room, Tammy and Ilese packed and checked out of the hotel. On the train ride back, Tammy told Ilese what had happened, omitting the urination, and then cried again.

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Excuse me fella, but you look like somebody I can trust…and I need a little bit of help here.

Me, I love raping some bitch more than anything. I love sticking it to them. Ramming my thick hard, thick 12 inch cock into some unwilling ass and pussy is the greatest thing in the world. It isn’t so much the sex though that is damn fine, or even the way my cock feels, pulsing like it’s going to explode deep in some dumb cunt’s pussy; it’s the power, the domination, the forcing of myself into the bitch’s body, the violation of something so intimate to them.

From the way you’re grinning, I see I was right….and that you’re just the kind of man I’m looking for……
See, I was on my way home when I saw the woman standing beside a steaming car. I can’t believe my luck, as I have been thinking all day of how much I want, no need to fuck the day lights out of some broad, so I pull over and ask if I can "help". (help myself to her pussy and ass!!)

It’s very hot and her blouse is stuck to her lovely brown skin from her sweat ..I can see she has no bra, that her tits are little (no bigger than lemons) and firm, and my mouth waters. She’s so pretty, so girl-like….

She is so grateful that SOMEONE has finally come up this road .. though she does take a "double-take" at what she can see of me , being that I Is one evil looking fucker. Totally bald skull, coarse black hair covering my huge 6′7 300 pound body makes me look more like a gorilla than a man a few people have had the nerve to tell me. And of course I’ve been told I got a face that will turn milk sour. Though there are a few women who seem to love evil fuckers like me….

Yeah…I think they think can "gentle" us, ur that we have some decent inner core that only they can bring out…..

Anyway, I ask her what she is doing on this highway, seeing that it doesn’t even appear on most maps since the new Interstate opened up two years ago. She explains she got lost and has no idea where she is. I ask if she is travelling alone, and she nods.

That’s good to know, because that means no one else knows where she is either. Which means that when she turns up missing no one will have a fucking clue as to where to pick up her trail.
In fact .. she broke down on entrance to the private road that leads to my cabin. As I stare at her tits I get an instant hard on ..as I think of what I can, what I will do to her, but she notices me staring and suddenly becomes aware of how much I can see. Of course me sitting in the truck, she can’t see that my fuck pole is all but tearing itself out of my pants.

She gets real shy-like amd crosses her arms over her breasts and asks if I would please call a tow truck when I get to a phone.

I just laugh as I climb out of my truck .. reaching for her blouse, I grab a handful and pull her to me. As she screams and tries to break free I yank hard and rip the cloth off her body exposing her sweet little child-like tits. Spinning her around I push her against the truck and press up against her.

She cries out in real fear as she feels the size of my thick engorged cock pressing through my pants. it’s rock hard solid and its throbbing against her sweet flat belly and she screams for help."Scream all ya want baby", isn’t nobody going to hear you, ", I tell her calmly. "Besides which a woman screaming just makes my fuck-pole all the harder"

She continues her struggling and pushing against me to no avail as I begin lifting her short skirt with one hand as I rip off her panties with the other and then and shove a finger into her tight cunt.
I tell her how that I am going to thoroughly rape her, how I am going ram my thick fuck pole as hard as I can first up her cunt and then ass ..and that gets her to screaming and struggling even harder which of course excites me even more. No one will be by .. no one will hear .. there will be no interruption or "salvation" for this cunt. She is mine to do with as I will.

I have always had a fantasy of raping a woman tied to my truck in the middle of day and here is the perfect opportunity. Almost if the Dark One He was aiding me…..

Lifting her struggling half naked body I sling her across the truck’s hood and tie her wrists to the outside mirrors. Leaving enough play in the rope so she can slide on the metal I step out of my jeans freeing the mammoth 12 inches of cunt punisher.

Gripping her thighs I pull her down over the hood till her wide spread cunt nestles over the tip of the big purple helmet head of my prick. My blood is pumping hard … causing my cock swell bigger than it has ever been before…I am almost insane from the excitement of hearing this helpless woman scream and beg for help as she writhes and squirms in a vain attempt to break free. Then what she is saying thru her incoherent sobbing pleas suddenly register on my ears.

" Please please..dont do this to me. I’m a virgin!! II am on my way to join a convent!!"

I stand still .. totally amazed that I have this beautiful, helplessly naked VIRGIN about to be ripped apart by my stiffly throbbing fuck pole!!!! Now I know that the Dark One is favouring me…..a virgin, a christian, a nun-to-be about to be utterly destroyed by me!!!

I laugh with evil glee and tell this captive beauty how that knowing she is a virgin makes this all the more enjoyable, that I am going to enjoy raping her cunt even more knowing how much this is going to hurt her spiritually as well as physically, even as I slowly, inevitably pull her down farther onto my hot pussy hungry throbbing thickness .. her gyrations impaling her even more firmly onto my raping shaft.

Suddenly, without warning, I THRUST…ripping into her helpless body …pushes up on her hips .. sliding her across the hood then yanking her back down onto her pole of torment. Her tortured screams fill the air, and filled me with incredible joy, as I feel her precious virginity ripped from her body as my ever thickening raping tool continues it’s vigorous plunges into her wet tight softness. Over and over I repeatedly thrust in and out of her soft virgin cunt. Her hot tunnel grips my cock, squeezing it like a tight glove. I only wish I had another cock to rape her ass as raped her cunt..so that I could increase her torment and my pleasure….well perhaps later I can find a "partner" who will help me with that I decide as I continue to slam fuck her as hard as I possibly can.

Pulled harder down onto my ridged rod she now hangs on its full 12 inch drilling length, denied the leverage to get off it as I force her tormented body to jerk and squirm against my prick. I revel in the fact that is not only in extreme pain, she is also in absolute despair.

Her broken sobs growing hoarse as I continue to slide her back and forth across the truck hood and down onto my massively swollen rod, grinding harder and deeper with every raping thrust into her abused pussy again and again and again. Now I stop, my cock hard and straining for it’s warm pussy as I untie my captive and pull her, sobbing and stumbling, onto the tailgate.

Forcing her to her hands and knees on the edge of the tail gate I can resist giggling like a friend as I say, "Shall I rape your ass now, my sweet", which really makes her struggle. I laugh harder , then pull her thighs apart exposing her bruised and battered cunt lips. Taking aim at her glistening cunt lips I once again hurl my solid cock deep into her wonderfully hot, tight, depths.

Her screams again ring out into the forest air as I unmercifully fuck in and out of her struggling body, grabbing and squeezing her sweet little tits. Grunting with the effort of every thrust because her hot hole is still incredibly sooo tight I pound into her harder…faster. over and over … until with a yell of victory erupting my throat my hot cum explodes into my captive’s cunt….

Spent now, my body falls over hers , and while my softening cock remains embedded in her wetness I listen with pleasure to her shuddering sobs….

I tell her how I will see to it that cocks fill every hole she has before her life is done. which may or may not be short depending on how many men I can find to help me fuck, rape, use her to death….. and then I threw her into the back of my truck and took to my cabin ….

So you say you’ve never actually raped a woman? Is it because you are afraid of getting caught?

Well man, if that’s the ONLY reason, now’s your chance to give it a try….I hope you’ll get addicted….

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At eighteen, Janet Cole was an attractive young lady. Although considered tiny at 5 foot 4 inches and only 98 pounds, her body and legs were well proportioned and shapely. Her beautiful, heart shaped face had the delicate features of a porcelain doll, with large blue eyes, full pouting lips, and an upturned button nose. She wore her blond hair long, reaching to the centre of her back. Somewhat self conscious about her height, Janet usually wore four inch high heels with short skirts to give the illusion that she was taller than she really was.

Janet was in the " Touch-a-Glass" night club with some of her girl friends. They had known each other for years, and it was normal for the four of them to go the nicer clubs in town on Friday nights if they didn’t have dates. Not " on the make" , they were here to dance and talk and just have some fun.

Janet sipped her drink, only half listening to Christy’s story about her date the previous Saturday. While Jenny and Denise were interested, Janet had heard all about it at lunch. The guy had seemed really nice at first, but later in the evening turned into an octopus.

" I swear" Christy was saying, " it seemed like he had eight hands. They were everywhere! I finally had to slap him to get him to stop pawing me. Then when I demanded he take me home, he couldn’t understand why!"

" I know" replied Denise, " I’ve run into assholes like that. It’s like they think you owe them something."

Unlike Denise, Janet had a hard time feeling sorry for Christy in this instance. She should have seen that the guy was a jerk before she went out with him. Janet drew her fair share of admiring glances from men, and she had also heard her fair share of pickup lines, some good, some bad. Although still a virgin, which she was determined to remain until married, Janet considered herself to be world-wise and capable of taking care of herself in any situation. After all, she considered herself to be a good judge of people and would never associate with anyone who she considered the least bit questionable. While she knew that bad people existed, she knew in her heart that her own good judgment would keep her safe. The fact that Christy didn’t take time to really evaluate the guy before she went out with him was really her own fault.

Carl Morgan sipped his beer at the bar and once again looked towards the petite blond sitting with the three other girls. Although Carl was himself 6 foot and 195 pounds, he had always been attracted to smaller girls. There was just something so feminine about them. He continued watching her, trying to judge the best way to approach her. Different moves for different chicks. Carl knew that plenty of guys blew good chances just because they didn’t evaluate the girl before making their move. This one for example. Carl noticed that she sipped her drink, consuming less than her three friends. She wouldn’t be attracted to a heavy drinker. She smiled and talked with her friends, but she wasn’t loud or boisterous like the red head with her. She would like a guy who was friendly, but quiet. She was nicely dressed without being showy. She would want someone with a little style, a little class. Carl, the consummate actor, began working himself into the role he would play.

Janet had noticed the young man at the bar who kept glancing at her. Not in a leering way; more like shyly, as if he were trying to work up his nerve to come over. Janet liked guys like that. They weren’t pushy. Handsome, she thought, without the swagger of the conceited. Tall, well built with an athletic look about him. Dark wavy hair. Nicely dressed in a casual way; jeans and a really nice sweater. She noticed that he was nursing his beer, which was another point in his favour. Janet decided that if he looked over again, she would smile at him. Give him a little encouragement to overcome his shyness.

Carl glanced over again, and this time the little blond smiled at him. Carl glanced down at the floor for an instant with his best " aw shucks" look before looking over and smiling back. Her smile widened. He had been right. The " shy guy" ploy had been the right one for this chick. Carl acted as if he were hesitating for an instant, then slid off his bar stool and walked towards the table.

" Whoa girl!" Jenny whispered to Janet " Is he ever a doll!"

" No shit!" added Denise, " If you don’t want him, let me know!"

" Come on, guys, knock it off!" Janet said. Sometimes her friends could be really childish.

" Hi" the good looking guy smiled down at Janet.

" Hi." Janet smiled back.

" My names Carl, and I was wondering if, um, you might like to dance?"

" I’m Janet, and I’d love to" Janet replied as she stood up.

Normally, Janet would only dance a few times with guys she met in clubs. Once she made it obvious that she wasn’t interested in having a sexual adventure with them, most guys moved on to see what else they could find. Carl was different, though. While he made it obvious that he thought she was attractive, he didn’t come on to her, didn’t make any of the sly sexual remarks that guys for some reason thought were cool. He was a good conversationalist, and really showed an interest in what she had to say. Older than Janet, Carl was twenty three and a senior in college. Suddenly, the lights came up. It was closing time. Without even realizing it, Janet had spent the whole evening with Carl, dancing sand talking.

" Darn! I didn’t realize it was so late." Carl said.

" I know," agreed Janet " it doesn’t seem like it should be closing time already."

" You rode in with your friends, right? Well, I was wondering, um…." Oh no, thought Janet, here it comes! The line! How about if I give you a ride home. Yeah, right. " ….would you mind if I walked you and your friends to your car. It may sound silly and old fashioned, but I’d feel better."

Janet could hardly believe it! This guy was great! " Of course you can, Carl. I’d like that."

" You know Janet, well, I’d like to see you again, and I thought maybe we could go out for coffee or something tomorrow. Maybe a movie?"

" I’d like that. Let me give you my number, and you can call me tomorrow."

Carl escorted the four young ladies to their car, said good night, and watched them drive out of the parking lot. Another mistake too many guys made was pushing too fast. Carl was in no hurry, he had plenty of time. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He hadn’t smoked in the club because it didn’t fit the image he was trying to put forth to this sweet young thing. Yeah, Carl thought as he lit a cigarette, sweet young thing. Carl liked them young. Small and young. He took a deep drag on the cigarette and inhaled. Tomorrow night, he thought. Tomorrow night we open your package, sweet thing.

" I tell you, Jenny, this guy is just great! He called me today and we talked for nearly three hours. He is just so great! He’s taking me to " Devotions" for dinner tonight! You know, that really cool place out in the country? Do you believe it? " Devotions" of all places! Isn’t that just too great?"

" God, Janet, I’ve never seen you like this before! It’s like you’re gushing!"

" I am not! It’s just that he’s so different than the guys I’m use to."

" Well of course he’s different, silly! He’s not one of the high school guys you’ve dated, he’s a college man!"

" I know! He’s just so much more than the kids I’ve known. Even Danny. I mean, I thought Danny was just everything! But compared to Carl, well….Look, I’ve got to go. Carl will be here soon, and I still have to get ready. Talk to you later!"

" Okay, bye" Jenny said as she heard Janet hang up. As she put down the receiver, she felt a sudden worry come over her. Something didn’t seem right. What was it? " Devotions" ! That was it! " Devotions" just didn’t seem to be the type of place a shy guy like Carl would pick! Far too trendy. Jenny shook her head, shrugging off the feeling. Janet knew what she was doing. She could take care of herself. Besides, Carl was so nice!

Janet put on her high heels and buckled the straps around her slim ankles. She then checked her outfit in the mirror. A white ruffled silk blouse, a short black skirt with the wide black patent leather belt, natural colored pantyhose, and the black patent leather heels with the ankle straps. Stylish and good looking without being too showy. And it showed off her legs, of which she was justifiably proud.

" Janet!" her mother called from downstairs, " you have company."

" I’ll be down in a second, mother!" Her purse! Where was her purse?! She hadn’t been this nervous about a date in ages! She knew why. It was because she was already thinking that maybe Carl was the one! The one she would spend her life with. God, was it possible!

As she reached the bottom of the steps, she heard Carl’s voice in the living room. " Oh, I think they’ll make it to the playoffs, but they don’t have a chance at the Super Bowl, not without a tighter offence."

" Agreed," came her fathers voice " but the owners don’t want to lay out the money to get the right people. They want a winning team without making the needed investment."

" Daddy! Not football again!" Janet said as she entered the living room.

Carl immediately stood up, his eyes lighting up and his smile widening as he saw Janet. " Geeez, you look absolutely great! I mean, you’re just beautiful!"

" Why thank you kind sir" Janet smiled back. " And may I return the compliment?"

" Well, um, are you ready, then?" Carl asked.

" Anytime," Janet said turning to the door.

Carl shook Mr. Cole’s hand and said " It was a pleasure meeting you, sir. You too, Mrs. Cole. And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your daughter."

As they watched the car pull out of the drive way, Mr. Cole said to his wife, " You know, dear, when Janet first told us about Carl, I wasn’t too fond of the idea. You know, with him being older and in college. But now that I’ve met him…."

" I know, dear," answered Mrs. Cole. " I like him, too. A real gentleman."

Dinner had been like a dream come true to Janet. The waiter never questioned her age when Carl ordered them drinks before dinner, or when he ordered the bottle of wine with dinner. And what a great dinner it was. Nobody had ever brought her to a restaurant like this before. After dinner, Carl ordered them each a coffee and a brandy. Although the brandy was too strong for her taste, she drank it because Carl said it was to celebrate a very special occasion: their first date! She simply couldn’t refuse!

Back in the car, Janet felt light headed, but completely relaxed as she leaned her head against Carl’s shoulder. She wasn’t completely drunk, but well into the tipsy stage. Carl turned the car off the main road.

" Where are we going?" Janet asked.

" Oh, there’s someplace special I want to show you. Special to me. My father used to bring me fishing back here when I was a kid. That was before he died."

" I’m sorry" said Janet, " I didn’t know."

" It’s okay. No way you could know. But that’s why it’s special back here. And I wanted to show it to you because you’re special, too."

Janet snuggled into his shoulder. " Thank you. I think you’re special, too."

They were on a dirt road now that ran near the lake. Carl turned again, pulling onto a little used track that wound under and between the trees. Pulling almost to the edge of the lake Carl stopped the car and turned off the engine. With the headlights out, the only light came from the moon reflecting off the lake.

" It’s beautiful back here," Janet said.

" Not as beautiful as you," Carl said as he leaned over and kissed her gently. Janet responded to the kiss, slipping her left arm around Carl’s waist and her right around his neck. They continued kissing, Carl rubbing his left hand up down her side. Then the hand moved further, moving onto her right breast.

Janet pulled back. " Don’t." she said as she pushed his hand away.

" Okay, babe," Carl said " okay."

They resumed kissing, but in almost no time his hand was back on her breast.

" Please, Carl, don’t do that." she said as she pushed his hand down off of her breast. His hand kept moving down as he began kissing across her cheek to the right side of her neck, pressing her back against the seat. His hand moved down along her side, along her hip to the outside of her right thigh.

" Carl, stop it."

Down the nylon clad leg and up onto the knee.

" Carl, please, that’s enough."

Then she felt his hand move to the inside of her left thigh, squeezing and rubbing as he continued kissing and licking her neck, pinning her to the seat with his body.

" Carl, please! Please stop it!"

And then his hand was up under her skirt, grabbing and rubbing her crotch. She tried to push his hand away with her one free arm, but he was too strong. She twisted her body, pushing against him at the same time.

" Don’t! Quit it! I don’t want to do this!" Janet pleaded to no avail.

Somehow, she managed to pull away from him. Grabbing her by the shoulders, Carl slammed her back against the seat, again pinning her with his body. With Janet’s left arm pinned between him and the seat, and his right arm behind her, Carl twisted Janet’s right arm up behind her back and grabbed her wrist with his right hand. With both of Janet’s arms immobilized, Carl crushed his mouth to hers as his free hand grabbed her breast, squeezing and twisting.

Janet managed to twist her mouth free of Carl’s as the pain he was causing registered in her mind.

" Oh God! Stop it! Please stop it! You’re hurting me!"

She felt his hands working the buttons of her blouse, felt him pulling it open. He pulled the blouse down off her shoulder. Pulling the bra strap off her shoulder, he pushed the cup of her bra down exposing her breast to his hand. Roughly he grabbed and squeezed her nipple, sending another surge of pain through her.

" Don’t! Please stop it! You’re hurting me! Please STOP!" she begged through her tears as she began crying in both pain and frustration. She twisted and squirmed, but she couldn’t get away form him. He was all over her.

Carl pulled her away from the back of the seat, turned her and threw her backwards. Janet found herself flat on her back with Carl on top of her. He pulled her blouse and bra down to her waist, completely exposing her upper chest. His mouth went to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. Her arms free now, she grabbed his head and tried to force it away, but she couldn’t get any leverage. While he kept sucking and chewing on her nipples, she felt Carl’s hands pulling her skirt up around her waist.

" Carl, please! I don’t want to do this! Please! Leave me alone! Dear God PLEASE STOP!"

His weight crushing her to the seat, Janet twisted her body trying to get away from him. She dug her high heels into the car seat, trying to get enough leverage to push him away, but he was too strong, too heavy. She felt his hands grabbing the waist band of her pantyhose and panties, forcing them down over her hips to the middle of her thighs as Carl crushed her mouth under his.

" Please" Janet was crying " please st-st-stop. I’ve n-n-never done this! Please d-don’t h-h-hurt me!"

" Don’t worry, babe." She heard Carl say. " You’re going to love this."

Carl’s hand was between her legs, his fingers forcing themselves up inside her.

" Stop!" Janet pleaded as she felt his fingers moving inside her. " It hurts! P-p-please s-s-top!"

Suddenly, before Janet realized what was happening, Carl was off of her. He was kneeling on the floor next to the seat, his hands grasping the waist band of her pantyhose and panties. Janet tried to grab for her pantyhose and panties, but before she could, Carl jerked them down over her knees and around her ankles. As she tried to sit up, Carl slammed back into her, forcing her onto her back as he once more was on top of her. She felt him using his knees to force her legs apart, felt him move between her legs, felt him reach down to undo his pants.

She was completely exposed to him. Her blouse, bra and skirt bunched around her waist, her pantyhose and panties around her ankles. She was helpless and terrified. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? She felt him open his pants and push them down, exposing himself as he continued kissing and licking her breasts, neck and face.

" Please, please stop. I don’t want this. Please!" Janet begged through her tears.

Then she felt him pressing his penis against her vagina, trying to force himself inside her. Janet fought harder, with a strength born of desperation. She pushed against him, she twisted her body, she kicked with her legs. Janet did everything she could, but it wasn’t enough. She felt the head of his dick enter her.

" No! Carl, please no! I don’t want it to be like this! Not like this! PLEASE STOP IT!"

Carl continued pushing against her, moving farther into her.

" Oh God please don’t! Please don’t! GET OFF OF ME!" Janet begged as she felt him move deeper into her with every thrust.

Janet was a small girl inside as well as outside, and as Carl forced himself deeper into her, she felt as if she were being torn in half. Then Janet felt him hit up against her hymen, felt him pull back and hit it again.

Janet was sobbing and crying as she begged " G-g-get o-out of me-e-e! P-p-please, PLEASE don’t! You’re hur-hur-hurting me! P-P-PLEASE D-DON" T! AAHIIIIEEENNOOoooo!!"

Janet screamed and arched her back in pain as Carl tore through her hymen, ripping it apart without any thought of even trying to be gentle. He slammed himself completely into her, forcing himself as deep into her as he could. Janet felt him withdraw from her, then slam into her again, over and over. She had never felt such intense pain in her life. She knew there was nothing that she could do. She collapsed and quit fighting. It was useless. She closed her eyes and prayed that it would be over soon.

" Please" she whimpered through her tears " please stop. No more. Please, please stop."

Carl ignored her. He continued pumping in and out of Janet, enjoying the feeling of her tiny body under his. His hands continued rubbing over every part of her body. He wrapped his hand into her hair, twisting it to hold her head still while he kissed her. Her pain, terror and frustration were his pleasure. He lifted up so he could see her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched, tears rolling down her cheeks.

" God, Janet, you feel so good!" he groaned as he stroked slowly in and out of her.

" Please. P-please h-hurry. Please j-j-just h-hurry." Janet whimpered softly, just wanting it to be over as quickly as possible.

" Hurry?" Carl spoke into her ear. " Why, I can’t hurry. Didn’t you hear me tell your father that I’d take good care of his daughter? That’s what I’m going to do, Janet. I’m going to take good care of you!"

Janet couldn’t believe this was happening. Why her? What did she do wrong? Why was she being punished so terribly? She felt Carl pulling all most all the way out of her, then pushing slowly back into her, over and over. Moaning and sweating on top of her, moving inside of her. He wasn’t lying, she thought. He was going to drag this out, keep using her for God only knew how long. Please, God, she prayed silently, please let it end. Please help me. But there was no help for Janet this night.

Janet had been watching the clock on the dash board to try and take her mind off what was happening to her. The minutes crawled slowly by while Carl continued stroking in and out of her, his hands roaming over her body. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Would it never end? In addition to the pain she felt from being torn open, Janet was now growing sore from the extended use of her body. Twenty-five minutes. Dear God enough! Almost thirty minutes, and she felt Carl begin to move quicker, heard his breathing become more pronounced.

" Oh God!" Janet thought " He’s going to come! He’s going to come inside me!" For the first time, the realization hit her that she could become pregnant this night.

" Carl! Carl, p-p-please, don’t co-come inside me-e-e! P-please just d-don’t c-come in m-me!" Janet pleaded desperately through her tears.

" Why Janet, of course I’m going to come inside you! You don’t think I’m going to waste my load, do you? Besides, you want it! You want to feel me blow my rocks deep in your pussy!"

Terror filled Janet as she felt Carl moving faster, stroking deep inside her with every thrust. She twisted and pushed at him, pushing with her legs. She got her hands on his hips and tried to push him out of her. Still he kept driving into her, faster and faster, deeper with every thrust.

" Nnnuhh-nnuhh-nnuhh-nnuhh" Janet moaned with every thrust Carl made into her body. She squeezed her eyes as tightly shut as she could, gritting her teeth against the pain and frustration.

Carl was moaning now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Janet felt him swelling inside her, felt him ferociously driving into her.

" Nnuhh-nnuhh-nnuhh!" Janet continued moaning with the pain of each violent thrust. " N-n-ooo! P-p-please C-Carl-l! D-d-don’t! P-p-please Oh God p-please d-d-don’t! Nnuhh-nnuhh-nnuhh!"

Carl lifted up so he could see Janet’s face. He was driving himself into her at a terrific rate, over and over. He felt himself approaching orgasm.

" Oh, Janet! Oh, Janet! Ohhhhh!" Carl moaned as he felt the load building within him.

Janet opened her eyes now. Opened them wide with terror. Carl stared into her eyes, the fear he saw there adding to his frenzy. He was driving into her now like a machine, faster and harder with each thrust. She felt what was going to happen, felt him swelling inside her. She began crying uncontrollably, her tears exciting him even more.

" Carl! P-please, p-please don’t c-c-come in-inside of me-e-e! Please! I’m b-b-beg-ging y-you, p-please d-don’t! Oh god! Nnuhh-nnuhh OH GOD! Nnuhh-nnuhh Don’t! DON’T! PLEASE DON" T!"

" YES! AAAHHHHRRRRR! GOD YES!" Carl yelled out his pleasure as he drove himself deeply into Janet’s tiny body.

" OOHHHHNNOOOOGODNOOOOOooooohhhhhh-oh-oh-oh!!" Janet screamed.

Janet could feel Carl spray his come deep inside her body, felt him coming heavily, again and again with each thrust into her. She pushed against his hips, trying to get him out of her, but it was no use. Carl blew his entire load deep inside her. She felt it’s sickening warmth as it mixed with her bodily fluids and the blood from her shattered virginity. Janet felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to die. Carl collapsed on top of her, breathing deeply as he softened inside her. Janet lay there sobbing quietly while Carl’s dead weight on top of her crushed her into the seat. Finally, Carl lifted himself off her, moving behind the steering wheel.

Janet lay there for a moment in shock. Then, as Carl lit a cigarette, Janet slowly pulled herself to a sitting position as close to the passenger door and as far away from Carl as possible. Her blouse hung open and her skirt was still bunched around her waist. Her pantyhose and panties were down around her ankles. She felt the mixture of semen, blood and her own fluids coating the inside of her thighs, felt it seeping out of her vagina and draining onto the seat. How did this happen to her? How could this have possibly happened to her?

Slowly, crying quietly, Janet pulled her bra back into position and buttoned her blouse. Reaching down, she straightened out her pantyhose and panties and slowly pulled them up into their proper position. Finally, she pulled her skirt back down. She felt so dirty! All she wanted was a hot shower. An incredibly hot shower!

" Take me home." Janet almost whispered.

" What’s your hurry, babe? The nights still young."

" I SAID TAKE ME HOME!" Janet screamed in near hysteria.

" Okay, bitch. That’s what you want, that’s what you’ll fucking get!" Carl grumbled as he pitched his cigarette out the window. " Stupid little cunt. You weren’t that good anyway. It would have been better if you had co-operated a little. Who the fuck do you think you are, anyway?"

Janet couldn’t believe her ears! Carl had raped her. Raped her!! Raped her and stolen her virginity!! And he was mad at her because she had fought him! He was mad at her!! What kind of sick animal was he?

" How could I have not seen it?" Janet wondered to herself. " How could I have not seen what he was like? This was my fault. All my fault because I didn’t see what he was like! How could I have been so stupid?"

When Carl got her home, Janet got out of the car without a word. Still angry, Carl slammed the car into gear and burned rubber down the street.

" Thank God my parents are in bed." thought Janet as she noticed the house was dark. She took several showers that night, yet she still felt dirty. Going to bed, she spent a sleepless night with her own personal demons.

Janet would keep the nightmare to herself, blaming herself, for nearly thirty years. She had never realized that there were people like Carl, chameleons who could appear to be anyone or anything that others wanted to see, people with no real shred of decency about them. And so she continued to blame herself for not seeing Carl for what he was. Janet would finally, after twenty years of marriage, tell her husband what happened that night. With his love and support, Janet finally came to the realization that what happened had not been her fault. Carl was the guilty party, not her. She was a victim. A rape survivor. Finally, after so many years, she began to find peace.

NOTE: Everybody has fantasies of one kind or another. Some fantasize about movie stars. Some fantasize about having sex in strange places. Some people fantasize about rape. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, so long as they stay fantasies. Read these stories. Write your own. Enjoy. But if you ever start to contemplate moving beyond the fantasy stage to reality, do the world a favour. Before destroying an innocent life, before condemning another human being to years of agony, stick a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Trust me, it will be better for everyone concerned, yourself included.

SCREAM AND CREAM - Where pretty teen virgins are raped in front of a camera!

Author of this story is unknown.

By Willailla

Chapter 1 A Rainy Day

What a day to be going to the cemetery, thought pretty Marie Bogle, as the windshield wipers moved slowly back and forth.

It was a bleak day. A gray sheet obscured the sky.

Rain drizzled. She could have waited until a better day, but she wanted to have pictures of John Blackthorne’s grave site to show her students on Monday. That was when she was going to introduce them to the poetry of that obscure, eighteenth century American poet. She felt her introduction would be more interesting to them once they knew Blackthorne had been a local and was buried in nearby Iron Gate Cemetery.

She glanced at the engagement ring on her finger and smiled. Her boyfriend, Brad, had proposed to her last night. He had asked her to set the day. She thought early spring would be nice. Just when everything was coming into bloom. When all was fresh and new.

She was twenty-five and into her third year of teaching. The most attractive and popular female teacher, by far, at Crockett High. What her students would call a knockout. She usually wore her straw-colored hair pulled back into a bun to give herself a more mature, sophisticated look. Without makeup, she could have easily passed as one of her students. The face was sensitive and intelligent with blue, sparkling eyes.

As she drove through the iron-gated entrance of the cemetery, she hummed along to a bouncy, little tune playing on the radio and waved cheerily to the guard standing in the doorway of the keep.

He must think it strange for someone to visit on a day like today, she thought, for it certainly was gloomy. The grey tombs and monuments, streaked with centuries of lichen, were depressing to look at.

She knew that in the springtime the cemetery became a favourite trysting place for lovers. But in the middle of November there wasn’t likely to be many about.

The cemetery was huge, almost four thousand acres. She remembered reading about it, once, in the Sunday supplement. There were trees of all kinds, but mostly oaks and maples. The newer section of the cemetery was on the other side, where there were only bronze plaques sunk into the ground to commemorate the dearly departed. Here, in the old section, towering obelisks, gothic and neoclassical monuments, tombstones and huge Ionian and Corinthian columns competed with sphinxes, cupids, and simpering angels to form a virtual maze around her as she drove deeper down one winding lane after another.

She had called the cemetery office the day before to get the location of the gravesite, and they had faxed her a map. But many of the lane signs were so badly faded with age that she couldn’t read them. Some were missing entirely.

She was beginning to think she might never find it, when, suddenly, she recognized the name of a sign that was within a stones throw of the site, at least, according to the map.

She pulled her car over to the side of the lane and got out, after picking up her camera case. Nearby, between two gothic tombs, with snarling gargoyles on their corners, was an old, red brick path that descended down a terraced slope. Towering oaks shrouded it, their bare branches dripping clear, crystal drops from the rain.

Marie popped open her black umbrella and started down the path cautiously, for the bricks were slippery from being worn smooth over the ages. She regretted having worn her high-heeled sandals instead of her joggers, but then it hadn’t been raining when she’d left the house. At least she’d had enough sense to put on her grey raincoat, she told herself.

Marie wasn’t a superstitious person, but as she passed close by a life-sized stone angel, she could not help feeling that its stone eyes were watching her and that its stone arms were reaching out to her.

The dead were everywhere, and she felt their presence. An unpleasant thought crossed her mind, for a moment, that someday she, too, would be lying under her own press of earth. It was a horrible thought. She tried to think of something more pleasant, like her wedding in the spring. But the gloom of the surroundings settled upon her like an ill omen, and she determined to get her pictures as soon as possible and leave this sullen place.

Chapter 2
The Watcher

Tom Logan sat in the entrance way of one of the numerous, grey tombs, where he was sheltered from the drizzle, and took an occasional, sparing, sip of Heaven Hill. It would have to last, he thought dolefully, for he didn’t have anymore money. Flat broke, busted, nada zip zap.

He dreaded the thought of having to go back out on the street and hustle for money. It was too much work. And he wasn’t as young as he used to be.

He sighed, then farted loudly and stared down at his fat coarsely hairy belly, where it stuck out from the hem of his dirty, grey T-shirt. Once when he was younger, his belly had been rock hard, but that had been a lot of years ago. Too much booze and too much junk food.

But he no longer cared about his figure. He stroked the stubble of wiry beard along his jaw. He would be perfectly happy to set here in the goddamned cemetery for the rest of his life if…if only he had enough whiskey to keep a permanent buzz going.

But that wasn’t going to happen in the real world. In the real fucking world you had to get off your real fucking ass and hustle, and most of the time you didn’t get Jack Shit for it! Fuck it all anyway.

He was just another tomb rat. One of the many dispossessed, the homeless who hung out in the cemetery for shelter when they weren’t bumming from strangers on the streets or eating out of filthy dumpsters.

It was good to have a bottle of whiskey on a rainy day.

A little pussy wouldn’t be bad either.

As he tilted his head back for another, he caught a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, like the flash that a camera makes.

Chapter 3
The Lovers

" Why don’t we go to the cemetery," Brad suggested.

" You mean and fuck like last time?" Liza smiled.

" That’s exactly what I mean," Brad replied.

Liza was sitting on the sofa in a pair of white short shorts and a blue halter top. She lay down the romance novel she’d been reading and gave him a conspiratorial look.

" What would Marie think," she said, after a moment of contemplation, " if she knew you were fucking me?"

" What Marie doesn’t know won’t hurt her," Brad said, leaning over and playfully tweaking her slightly up-turned nose.

" But didn’t you just propose to her last night?" she continued, batting her long, dark eyelashes exaggeratedly with a look of mock hurt.

Brad grunted. " You know what I like about you, Liza? You’re just like me."

" Then why aren’t you proposing to me?" She said with pretend hurt, but the gay gleam in her eyes gave her away.

" Because you are just like me!"

She laughed sensuously at this and nodded in agreement. " But we are good in bed together."

" You’ve got that right," Brad agreed.

" Besides," she warned, " if we ever got married you’d have to give me a real diamond, not fucking paste like you gave Marie."

" She’ll never know the difference; she’s too trusting to ever take it to a jeweler and have it appraised."

" You know, what gets me is what you see in her. Oh, sure, she’s got a great body and all, but she’s so damn naive; what’s the word? Sweet and innocent. True blue, dedicated and all that. She thinks her students love her, when what they really want is to fuck her–and that includes a lot of the female students, too."

" I know. I know, but think about it. It’s because she is sweet and innocent that I want to marry her. Think about what fun I can have corrupting her. Or should I say we?

" We?"

" Sure, baby. We’re a team and always will be," Brad said, placing his hands around her firm, narrow waist and pulling her toward him. She placed her hands on his muscular chest.

" After the honeymoon’s over," he went on, " I’ll invite you over and the three of us can get real cozy. We’ll get her drunk and–"

Liza interrupted him with a passionate kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. " Oh, God, baby, you’re turning me on." she gasped when she pulled back.

" You know what would also be a turn on?" she continued. " We could arrange a little gang bang for her….with some of her students…"

" Or maybe a rape-torture scenario," Brad said, tapping her again on the tip of her nose with his finger. " There are one or two hard cases I represented in court who owe me some favours."

" God, we’re evil," she said, grinning.

She put her hand on his crotch and squeezed softly feeling the hardness. " Let’s go to the cemetery, baby; you’ve got me hot, and we’ve never fucked in the rain before."

Chapter 4
The Gravesite

About halfway down the terraced slope, Marie realized that she was lost. The jumbled mass of old stones and monuments bore no resemblance to the neat, precise layout of the cemetery map. If the map could be counted on at all, then Blackthorne’s grave had to be somewhere off to her left, about a hundred feet. She would just have to search around until she found it.

Beneath the tall, sheltering oaks, the grass grew sparsely. Most of the ground was a muddy gruel. She took her sandals off and stepped between a row of tombstones, feeling the cool mud squish up between her toes as she moved to her left. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, she realized, almost sensuous, in fact.

Some of the tombstones were surrounded by rusty, iron fences with spear points. Others were grey slabs laid upon the ground or coffin-shaped sepulchres presided around by a host of simpering angels and naked, winged, smiling cupids. To Marie, the smiles seemed malevolent rather than comforting. She moved among them cautiously, in the slippery mud, with her camera case slung over one shoulder and her shoes held in her hand, her breath fogging the still, misty air. Far off, she heard the faint caw of a crow.

She wandered about for close to an hour, then, almost without realizing it, she found herself standing before a tall, Latin cross made of white marble. Climbing vines had been carved into its surface. On the base she saw the name, Blackthorne.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and began removing her camera from its case.

There was an inscription on the base, a prayer, it seemed. Some of the words had been erased by the passage of years:

~where time has no memory…
breathless before new seasons,
new joys…before drowning in
your holy fire, give us one more
day~

The subject was obviously Death, Marie thought. She wished the inscription had not been so badly faded, and she wondered if the words had been penned by Blackthorne. That was the most likely assumption, she guessed. But, if so, why did he think he would be going to hell? As far as she knew Blackthorne hadn’t been an evil man.

Since the lighting was so bad, Marie decided to use flash bulbs. She took several shots from different angles using various settings, in case some didn’t turn out right.

She was so intent upon what she was doing that she didn’t notice the stocky man with a scruffy beard and beer belly watching her.

Chapter 4
Prelude to Rape

Tom Logan had been observing the pretty blonde for sometime now. He wanted to make sure she was alone. At first he had merely thought to ask her for money, but now other thoughts were crowding his woozy mind. Thoughts his mother wouldn’t have approved. Tom Logan grinned.

No woman should look that good. It ought’ a be a crime. Even with the raincoat covering her, Logan could tell she had a figure. She would be sleek and sexy underneath. He wondered if she shaved her cunt. A lot of women did; he knew from all the porno filth he got out of dumpsters. She could easily be one of those women. She didn’t look cheap, though. Bimbo-ish. She looked sensitive and intelligent which made her even more sexy.

She reminded him of a school teacher he’d had. He’d always fantasized fucking her. But this bitch was a whole lot fucking prettier.

He moved toward her, his muddy work boots squishing deeply into the pasty mud. He felt his cock stiffening halfway down the inside of his thick, hairy thigh.

Marie heard the sound of his approach just as she was putting her camera back in its case. She turned and saw him standing only a few feet from her.

Her first thought was that he was one of the cemetery handymen, but then she noted the vile, whiskey smell emanating from him, his scruffy beard and filthy clothes, and she realized, with alarm, that he was some kind of derelict.

" Oh, you startled me," Marie said, self-consciously raising her hand to her throat, trying not to show her disgust at his rotten-toothed grin.

" Takin’ some pictures are you," he said.

She loathed the way his eyes wandered freely up and down her body. His gaze made her aware of her bare feet sunk in the mud, and it made her feel vulnerable, naked somehow.

Alone in a cemetery with a….She tried to push the thought from her mind.

" Yes. I was taking some pictures for my class." She tried to smile. If you’re friendly with people, they won’t want to…to what? she thought. Hurt you? Or….She remembered what her girlfriend, Carrie, had once told her: there isn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t rape a woman given the opportunity and knowing he could get away with it.

" Class?" his eyes were bleary and confused looking.

" Uh, yes. At Crockett High. I teach there."

She turned and picked up her shoes off a tombstone where she had placed them.

" It was muddy; I didn’t want to ruin them," she offered lamely, feeling more and more alarmed under his brazen scrutiny.

" You’re a teacher, huh? I once had a teacher looked something like you. Only your better looking’."

" Well, thank you," Marie replied. " A woman always likes to get a compliment. And now I guess I’d better get going," she smiled, trying to inject a note of cheeriness into her voice, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She avoided looking into his eyes.

" What’s your hurry?" Logan asked, placing his hand on her upper arm and rubbing up and down suggestively.

Ignore it, she told herself. Don’t make an issue out of it. You don’t want to set him off. Just be firm. Take charge. Just as you would if he were one of you students.

" I really have to go."

His grip on her arm tightened.

" So if you don’t mind"

The slap came out of nowhere. Stunning her.

She stumbled backwards slipping in the greasy mud. If she could just focus her eyes. Everything was spinning, spinning, spinning, like a circus merry-go-round. A fist glanced off her jaw banging her back into the hard granite of a tombstone. Instantly, his hand yank at the collar of her raincoat. The top snapped open. A fist flew into her stomach, doubling her over.

" Fucking whore!" he screamed. " Fucking, goddamned whore!"

He grabbed the back of her raincoat and jerked it up over her head and off. He flung it aside.

She was bowed over on her knees before him, wearing a black, turtle-neck sweater and a short, grey skirt.

" Take’m off, bitch."

Her knees and toes were buried in the mud. Her skirt had risen almost to her crotch. A dark, enticing shadow lay between the upper region of her thighs. She looked up at him, her blue eyes slowly focusing. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

Slowly her hands moved to the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it up and over her head. He took it from her and tossed it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need to. Her breasts were firm and round with pink nipples and areola.

He made her give him the gold necklace with its heart pendant and put it in his pocket. " The rings, too, bitch, and the watch." He was going to strip her of everything.

" OK, take the skirt off."

The skirt had an elastic waist. She stood and pushed it down her thighs, letting it drop down to her ankles, then stepped out of it. She bent down and picked it up; giving him a sudden, defiant look, she tossed it aside.

Now all that remained were a pair of white bikini briefs.

She didn’t wait for him to say anything. Her hands moved from her breasts, down her belly to her hips, hesitated, then, with long-nailed fingers reached inside the waistband and scrolled the panties down. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Logan stared at her cunt and grinned. It was clean shaven.

Chapter 5
The Drive-By

The windshield wipers moved lazily back and forth forming a fan shape within the beads of water. Liza stroked Brad’s cock up and down in time to their beat. As they rounded a bend, they saw a grey car pulled over to the side of the lane.

" Isn’t that Marie’s car," Liza asked.

" Don’t know. Looks like it."

" What would she be doing out here, in the cemetery?"

Brad thought a minute. " Oh, shit! It is her. She’s been talking all week about some fucking poet who’s buried here. She was going to take some pictures of his grave, I think."

" Want to stop and make it a three-way with the little bitch?" Liza teased.

" Hmp, you’re the last person I want her to see me with right now. It would spoil all my future plans."

" Our future plans," Liza added, stroking her fingers lightly through his hair.

They drove on leaving the quiet of the cemetery behind them.

Chapter 6
The Rape

The palms of her hands were flat against his fat, hairy belly. His cock was huge and tasted of spoiled tuna fish. Blood and spittle dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin to her breasts.

He held the knife to her throat, which was dotted with tiny pricks the sharp point had made. The air was filled with her moist, slurping sounds. He gazed over her shoulders and down her arched back to where her rounded buttocks curved out resting on the heels of her feet. The sight made his cock stiffen even more.

He’d made her drink heavily from the bottle of whiskey he’d carried in his hip pocket. Later, he had made her gulp down more. He had gotten her drunk, she knew, so she couldn’t run away. But at least the alcohol had softened the horror of what was happening to her. Some at least.

" OK, that’s enough," he said. " Get on your back."

" Please–"

A hand shot out, gripping her slender neck in a vice-like grip, squeezing her airway shut. He held the point of the knife blade a fraction of an inch from her eye. If she moved her head even slightly, he would blind her in that eye. It was paradoxical. He was hurting her so she would want to struggle, to resist. Yet, with the knife, preventing her from doing so.

He released his grip slightly.

" Please, I’ll be good," she gasped quickly, before he could tighten his grip again. " I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt me."

" Well, that’s a little better now." He watched her lie down on her back in the mud. Beads of rain glistened on her shapely body and slid from her jiggling breasts.

He got on his knees between her legs, as she moved them apart. He stared fascinated at the clean slit of her pussy. The lips were tight and smooth. She was staring at his cock.

" Nice isn’t it?" He stroked it back and forth peeling the foreskin back over the swollen purple head. " I once killed a woman with it," he said laughing. Course she was awfully small. You should have heard her scream. Now that I think about it, she might not have been a woman after all."

Marie felt bile rise in her throat. Only her terror kept her from expressing the full disgust she felt for him.

" Twelve inches, sometimes thirteen when I’m really cooking, like right now. " Put your hand around it," he said.

She did as he ordered. It was so thick that there was easily one and a half inches separating the tips of her fingers.

" Course no man’s dick can compete with the fucking babies you worthless cunts spew out. But I guarantee when I put it in you, it’s gonna hurt, bitch. I could’ve been a real porn star if I’d wanted. Donkey Logan, har, har." He spit chewing tobacco on her belly. Then picked up the whiskey bottle out of the mud and made her drink some more, taking several heavy hits himself.

" Some women say I get mean when I’m drunk. But you don’t think I’m mean, do you?"

Marie shook her head.

" That’s good cause I can tell you’re a woman who likes to fuck."

Marie nodded obediently.

That’s good cause I want us to get along real good." He moved the tips of his fingers slowly up and down the lips of her cunt, stopping to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

" I’ll bet that feels good doesn’t it?"

In fact it did feel good, despite her revulsion. She remembered something else Carrie had told her: it’s impossible to rape a woman, because her body will always betray her and become aroused even against her will, and despite how much revulsion she might feel, her body will force her to cum–and not just once.

Marie couldn’t accept this, wouldn’t accept this. She fought against the pleasurable sensations building in her. She would not cum! She would not give this hairy, smirking, male ape the satisfaction of seeing her cum!

She unsquinted her eyes suddenly. He had positioned himself above her. The head of his cock was pressing into the entrance of her cunt. Drops of water dripped from his hair onto her face.

It did hurt! She screamed. Her howls were lost in the mist. The slap of his hand against her soft, firm flesh resounded like pistol cracks in the quiet afternoon.

She grabbed handfuls of mud and squeezed. Mud oozed into the crack of her ass. Her hair became matted with a chocolate paste.

His mouth closed down upon hers. His tongue forced its way between her teeth and filled her. She gagged on the taste of chewing tobacco. She could feel the thick length of his cock entering her. Slowly.

He grunted, snorting through his nostrils, thrusting his hips forward. Jerking, twisting, probing deeper and deeper into her wet, warm tightness.

" Oh, that’s good," he sighed. " That’s really tight.."

Then he whispered something in her ear which sent chills through her. " If you don’t cum, I’ll kill you!"

He had outsmarted her. He had defeated her. Resistance would do no good. She sighed, giving up to the will of her body. She was lost.

His cock filled her, impaling her with its turgid thickness.

She began moving her hips in an upward, rotating motion. She heard him gasp. Soon he was pounding into her, humping furiously. His fists clenched in her hair, pulling and yanking. She ignored the pain. If she was going to live, she had to cum. Nothing else mattered.

She closed her mind to every distraction, focusing on that one goal: to cum and live! to cum and live! to cum and–

Then she was cuming, harder than she had ever cummed with Brad. Harder than she had ever cummed in her whole life. She felt Logan’s cock swell and jerk spasmodically, swelling in her belly. Hot gushes of cum spurted into her, filling her. Cum oozed out of her cunt and trickled down to her asshole, hot and sticky. He kept filling her, groaning loudly, thrusting into her like a bull for several short burst, then suddenly collapsed on top of her. His hands loosened her hair. His body became lax.

His dead weight crushed her, but she dared not move, for if she did, she knew she would cum again.

Chapter 7

He tied her to the marble cross with strips of her clothes that he cut with his knife, shoved her panties in her mouth and gagged her.

Several days later he was evolved in a car wreck over three states away. Nothing of the jewellery or money was left. All the police found on him was a camera with negatives of a gravesite and of a naked woman in various erotic poses. On the last frames of the roll, the woman was tied to a cross, her arms to the beam, her waist, thighs and ankles to the up right. Her eyes were round, and staring at the camera. It could be seen that the pictures had been taken in a cemetery somewhere.

When questioned about the pictures, the man, Tom Logan, said he knew nothing about them, that he’d been on a drunk for several weeks since being laid off from his last job. The police held him for forty-eight hours then let him go..

THE END

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