Rape Stories.

by Luckytom44
Constance Taylor was a hostess at Atobelli’s Restaurant, an upscale Italian places on the outskirts of town. She was an attractive 24-year-old red head with green eyes and an easy smile. She had a nice figure, although she was trying to loose ten pounds, and well shaped legs. She was just finishing her four PM to midnight shift and was dressed in the blue satin blouse, black skirt and black high heels which comprised her work uniform.

"Taking off, Connie?" asked Jim, the assistant manager.

"Sure I’m. I’m just plain beat. I didn’t think the dining room would ever clear out."

"Well, drive carefully. See you tomorrow night."

Connie walked out the front door and along the side of the building. Reaching the corner, she turned to the rear of the building where the employees parked. As she walked past the dumpster, she caught a blur of motion out of the corner of her eye. Before she could react, they were on her, pinning her arms and covering her mouth, dragging her out of sight behind the dumpster. Once more light glinted from the blade of the knife.

"Heads up, bitch," the voice told her "we know that you’re knocked up. You do just exactly what we say, or I run this blade right into junior. You understand?"

Connie’s eyes grew large. They couldn’t be serious! Nobody would really do such a thing!

"Trust me, bitch, I will fucking do it!" he said as if he had read her mind. "Now, are you going to co-operate?"

Connie squeezed her eyes shut and reluctantly nodded her head.

"Good. When the hand comes away from your mouth, no screaming. Got it?"

Again Connie nodded. The hand was removed from her mouth and the four stood around her, trapping her between the dumpster and the wall. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

"Okay, bitch. Ditch the blouse."

"Please! Oh, please!" Her voice was barely more than a whisper, pleading for mercy, and then the knife flashed before her eyes.

"I won’t tell you again, bitch!"

Slowly, with trembling hands, Connie undid the buttons of the blouse while tears made tracks down her cheeks. She couldn’t let them hurt her baby. She just couldn’t! The four men in front of her watched as she removed the blouse and dropped it to the ground next to her.

"Now the skirt."

Connie fumbled with the button at the back of her waist, pulled down the zipper, and let the skirt drop to the ground. She flushed red as she stood before these four strangers wearing only a black lace bra with matching panties, thigh-hi nylons and high heels.

Stepping forward, two of them took her by the arms and lead her towards a nearby van. Connie prayed that someone would see them. Anyone who saw her nearly naked, being lead across the parking lot by four men, would have to know what was happening and help her. Someone just HAD to see her.

No one did.

"Please! Please let me go! Oh, please don’t do this!" she begged as they forced her into the back seat of the van. Just like Celeste, Connie was placed between two of them while the other two got in the front seats. Unlike Celeste, Connie was not blindfolded. As dark as it was, no one would notice that the four men in the van were wearing ski masks. The van pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road.

"Oh, no! Oh, please no! Leave me alone! Don’t DO that!" she begged as the two in the back seat began abusing her. Their hands were all over her, on her breasts, her legs, her crotch. They kissed and nibbled on her neck as they pinned her back against the seat and began working themselves up. The crotch of her panties were pushed aside and a finger was forced inside her.

"Stop it!" she groaned. "Oh, please stop!" Her arms were pinned to the seat by the bodies of the men on either side of her. Her body trembled as the finger started working in and out of her. Over and over it was jammed into her while she begged them to stop.

"Okay," the one to her right said, "get her arms behind her." The one on her left grabbed both of her arms and forced them up behind her. He was now turned sideways, his back against the side panel of the van and Connie’s back against his chest. The one to her right was now turned sideways in the seat so as to face her, his left leg on the seat and bent under him while his right foot was on the floor. He grabbed Connie’s right leg and forced it up and over so he was now between her legs.

"NO!" Connie screamed as he pulled his swollen dick into view. "Dear God NO! Don’t DO this to me! PLEASE!" He had his arms under her knees now, forcing the front of her thighs towards her chest. She tried twisting away from him, tried squirming her hips to avoid him, but it was useless. Once again she felt the crotch of her panties pushed aside, then the head of his dick pressing against her.

"STOP IT!" she screamed as he began forcing his way into her. "Leave me ALONE! Don’t! DON’T! OHHHNNOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!" Connie screamed in pain as he drove himself completely into her, throwing his weight onto the back of her legs as he did so. The position Connie was in allowed the rapist to penetrate her to an incredible depth. She felt as if he would drive his cock all the way into her throat!

"Get OUT of me! Oh God, PLEASE get OUT of me!" Connie continued screaming in pain as he fucked her with long, hard strokes. Her knees were now only inches from her face and her arms were still twisted behind her back. She tried kicking with her legs to no avail.

The abductor in the front passenger seat was again busy with the cameras, making a photographic record of Connie’s agonies. He felt his dick swelling in his pants as the brutal rape continued. Her screams, the look of pain and terror on her face, were such fucking turn ons! He was going to LOVE pronging this bitch!

"Nnnuuuhhh … nnnuuuhhh … nnnuuuhhh … N-no m-MORE! … oh, GOD, oh, GOD … oooohhhhhh … Please STOP it! … nnnuuuhhh … Y-you’re HURTING me! … Oh, God, help me! Somebody HELP ME!"

Connie could see out the windshield of the van. She could see the buildings passing by on either side. How could this be happening? How could she be raped in a moving van without anybody seeing?

Connie arched her back as a scream was torn from her throat. Her body snapped taut as the cock inside her was driven even deeper into her. She squealed in agony as the frenzy of the rape increased and he impaled her over and over again. Then she heard him moan deep in his throat, felt his cock begin to twitch and throb inside her.

"GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Connie screamed in shame and frustration as she felt him spraying her insides with wave after wave of hot cum. She felt it spreading through her, filling her, and she had to fight down the urge to vomit. Still he continued fucking her, although his pace gradually slowed. He stroked in and out of her until she felt him softening, and then he pulled out of her, letting her legs drop.

Connie was wracked by sobs as she cried uncontrollably. The pain and humiliation was more than she could bear. The one between her legs shifted position, moving away from her. With a sudden horror, she realized that he was trading places with the one in the front passenger seat.

"L-leave me a-alone. P-please, please don’t h-hurt me any-anymore." She pleaded through her tears as once more her legs were lifted into the air. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as the one above her easily buried his cock into her wet, distended vagina. She felt him moving in her as he began viciously fucking her, forcing her legs closer to her chest as he placed his weight on them.

He continued to withdraw his meat and then cram it back into her, over and over. One of his hands was roughly kneading her breasts while the other stroked her nylon-clad calf. Connie continued crying as she was being brutally used by the hated stranger inside her. She had been a virgin when she had gotten married, and had never been with anyone but her husband. He had always been gentle, and Connie had never imagined that sex could be so painful.

"Nnnuuhhh … St-stop! P-please st-stop! … uuuhhhhh … Why … why are y-you DOING th-this? ….. ooohhhhuuu … Wh-why are you h-HURTING me?" Connie had never met a truly evil person before. She didn’t realize that for some people, inflicting pain on others were a pleasure in itself. She didn’t realize that rape wasn’t a sexual act, but rather an act of violence. In this case, the cock was a weapon, and the true pleasure was in her degradation.

Her trembling body ached from the abuse and from the position she was forced into. She ground her teeth against the pain that knifed through her body as she was repeatedly impaled on the invading cock. She tried to focus on her unborn baby, tried to remember that she was suffering to protect it. Still the punishment continued as he drove into her with ever increasing violence. She felt him swelling, felt him tremble, and then he exploded.

"Uuuuuuoooooooooo." She moaned as she again felt herself being flooded with the foul fluids of a stranger. As with the first rapist, this one continued using her even after he had finished cumming, slowly stroking her until he began softening inside her. When he finally pulled out and dropped her legs to the seat, she was revolted by the feeling of the cum leaking from her and running into the crack of her ass. This couldn’t be happening to her. It just couldn’t be. She willed herself to wake up, too escape the nightmare.

The one holding her arms behind her released her now and allowed her to fall back flat on the seat. As he moved around, Connie saw him undoing his trousers.

"Please, don’t. Oh, please, no more." Connie whimpered softly as he climbed on top of her and guided his dick to the ravaged entrance to her body. She moaned as he drove his full length into her in one vicious stroke. She closed her eyes and cried as she prayed that he would finish quickly. It was the only hope that she had left.

His hands were all over her, squeezing and pinching. Pushing the bra strap off of her shoulder and baring her left breast, he dropped his head and started to chew roughly on her nipple. She sucked air in between her clenched teeth as the pain hit her.

"P-please h-hurry. Oh, God, PLEASE h-hurry!" she pleaded in vain as the vicious rape proceeded. The pain tearing through her was excruciating. Each time he drove into her brought a new level of agony.

"Lift your legs, bitch. Wrap them around my waist."

"D-don’t m-make me. Please don’t m-make me." Her voice was nearly a whisper.

"DO it, bitch! And put your arms around me, too!"

Hesitatingly, Connie lifted her legs and put them around her rapist, hooking her right ankle over the left. As she put her arms around him, he pulled her head back and brutally crushed his mouth to hers. She heard the cameras still clicking away. Oh God! What would those pictures look like? With her thigh-hi stockings and high heels, her arms and legs wrapped around the animal on top of her, their lips crushed together, it must look like she WANTED this! Like she was a willing partner! What would they do with those pictures? She couldn’t stand the thought of anyone seeing them.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned in Connie’s ear as he drove into her with increasing violence. "Oh, shit! Oh, SHIIIIIIT!"

Connie cried out in revulsion and frustration as she felt him blowing his load deep inside of her. She felt him spray her insides repeatedly as he pounded into her relentlessly. Then, slowly, the pace of the rape lessened, until finally he collapsed on top of her, breathing deeply as he crushed her to the seat.

As the rapist lay on her, catching his breath and slowly softening inside of her, Connie felt the van pull over and stop.

"Take the wheel." The driver told one of the others as he slid out of the seat. Connie squeezed her eyes shut and trembled as she realized that she was going to be raped yet again. Wasn’t this EVER going to end? How much more could she TAKE? She felt the van begin to move again.

She kept her eyes tightly shut as she felt the rapist who had just used her withdraws from her body and lifts himself off of her. Almost immediately, the weight of the fourth rapist was crushing her and his throbbing dick was buried deep inside of her.

Maybe this would be it, she thought as he violated her with relish. This was the last of the four. Maybe when he was done with her, they would let her go. They would have each had a turn on her, so they would let her go. They MUST let her go!

Connie whimpered with the pain of the attack. Over and over he drove himself into the moist warmth of her womanhood with long, violent strokes. She cried out with each penetration of her depths. The pain now was even greater than it had been during the previous rapes due to the brutality of the repeated assaults. She felt as if she would lose her mind if it didn’t end soon. She couldn’t take anymore of this.

And then she felt him shooting his vile fluids deep inside her, once more filling her with a deep sense of revulsion. The cock inside her pulsed three, four, five times, then became still. With a sigh of contentment, he pulled out of her and climbed off of her. Exhausted, Connie slowly swung her legs off of the seat and managed to pull herself to a sitting position.

"Please," she whimpered in a little girl voice, her head bowed "let me g-go now. I d-did wh-what you told me to. Please, just let me go."

"We can’t let you go yet, sweetheart. We haven’t finished partying yet."

Connie’s eyes bulged in shock and terror as the words registered on her. They weren’t done with her! They were going to use her even more! She clutched herself and trembled as fresh tears stained her face.

The one sitting in the front passenger seat turned sideways and pulled out his stiffening meat. "Come here, sweetheart," he said "and get on you knees."

Connie’s trembling increased. "Don’t make me. Please don’t make me." Her voice was little more than a whisper.

‘Now, sweetheart."

Whimpering, Connie slid off of the seat and knelt down in front of him. She reached out and took the base of his cock in her hand and lifted it. Closing her eyes, she bent forward and took him into her mouth. Slowly, she moved her lips up and down the full length of his shaft. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this. Couldn’t believe that she was giving a blowjob to a strange man in a van that was slowly cruising the streets of the town.

"Oh, yeah!" he moaned as he placed his hands on either side of Connie’s head. "Yeah, you give good head, bitch." Connie was aware of the cameras recording this latest debasement. If they ever got out, how could she explain them? These ones would make her look like a slut, as if she enjoyed sucking this bastard’s dick! The tears burnt her cheeks with the thought.

"That’s it. Yeah, nice and slow." He muttered as Connie slid his meat in and out of her mouth, gently sucking as she did. She felt nauseous, but she had to think of her baby. She felt him beginning to swell even larger in her mouth. His breathing was becoming ragged. She could tell that he was getting close.

She was still working on him, bobbing her head and sucking on him when he exploded in her mouth, shooting a thick wad of cum into her throat. Connie fought down the urge to gag and swallowed the foul liquid. Over and over he shot the thick mess into her throat, and each time she swallowed the load. Finally, satiated, he allowed her to remove her mouth from his member.

One of the two rapists sitting on the back seat now had his dick in his hand. "I’m next." he said to Connie in a mocking voice. She shuddered and turned towards him. As she took his cock in her hand, she closed her eyes and told her to be strong. Be strong for her baby. Leaning forward, she took his dick into her mouth and began sucking on it.

Her mouth was moist and warm on his cock, and he sighed in contentment as she slowly moved down and took him completely into her. She moved her mouth up and down, licking the underside of his cock with her tongue. She wanted him to cum quickly so she could get it over with, so she did everything she could to arouse him. Sucking gently, she slid her lips down to the base of his cock and then back up.

His breathing was becoming more rapid as his hands took the hair on either side of her head. Becoming excited, he jerked her forward, cramming his dick into her throat. He held her face pressed against his stomach as he started to piston his hips, taking control and fucking her in the mouth. Connie fought down her gag reflex as he drove into her throat and, with a groan, started pumping cum into her. Again she swallowed each load that was sprayed into her. Then, with a final sigh, he let go of her hair so she could take her mouth off of him.

Panting for breath, Connie pulled herself back up onto the seat. She fought down the wave of nausea that swept over her. She closed her eyes and prayed that the other two would have had enough, that they wouldn’t want blowjobs, too.

"Lay back down, bitch," one of them said with a sneer in his voice, "and roll over on your stomach."

"Oh, God, not that! Please! I … I’ve never … n-never … oh, God, please don’t make me!" The fear and revulsion were clear in Connie’s voice. The trembling of her body increased as she thought of what he was demanding.

"Do it, bitch!"

There was ice in his voice. An ice that terrified Connie. She knew that she had no choice. Slowly, reluctantly, she did as she was told. She felt the weight of his body as he laid on her back. She felt her panties being pushed aside and the head of his thick, hard cock being pressed against her rectum. The pain spread through her as he began forcing his way inside her.

Connie squirmed underneath him, crying out as he fucked his way deeper into her ass. Withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust, deeper with each penetration of her tortured bowels. Relentlessly, mercilessly, he forced more and more of his dick into her. Connie’s head snapped back and an animal scream escaped her throat as he finally drove his full length into her, tearing her insides as he did. The intense pain ripped through her to the very centre of her soul.

"STOP! NNNUUUUU! NNNUUUUU! I C-CAN’T … T-TAKE IT! NNNUUUUU! OOOHHH GOD! … AHH AHH AHH … Y-YOU’RE K-KILLING ME! PLEASE STOP!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs as the pain tore through her. He had to stop! He HAD to! Connie was sure that she would not survive the brutality of this rape.

Connie’s screams were music to the sadistic ears of the rapist who was reaming out her asshole. He began pounding into her with increased ferocity, driving as deeply into her as he could. With each inward thrust, Connie would scream and her body would involuntarily twitch and jump. She was pounding on the seat with her fists and kicking with her feet.

Still the rape went on. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. How long was he going to torture her like this? How long was he going to keep brutalizing her?

"NO MORE! NO MORE! OH GOD PLEASE NO MORE!" Connie screamed out her futile pleas as he fucked her with increasing violence. The viciousness of this anal rape was beyond her comprehension. Sweat trickled down her forehead and into her eyes. Her voice was becoming hoarse from the constant screaming. She felt that she would surely lose her mind from the incredible pain. Then she heard him groan in her ear, felt the dick that was brutalizing her bowels begin to throb, and then she felt the heat spreading through her as he blew his load deep inside her ravaged bowels.

Gradually he slowed to a stop, then pulled out of her. Connie lay on the seat, trembling and crying, her body still twitching involuntarily. The searing pain was still with her. She felt as if her rear was still filled with his meat. She couldn’t TAKE anymore! She COULDN"T!

And then, her internal defences took over, separating her mind from her body. Her eyes glazed over and showed the level of shock to which she had been driven. She felt as if she were floating, looking down at herself laying on the seat of the van. She watched impassively as another rapist climbed on top of her body.

Connie laid still as the second rapist mounted her from the rear. She didn’t react as he sunk his cock deeply into her bowels. She lay quietly, dazed and virtually unaware of what was happening to her as he pounded into her. She had no idea how long he used her. It could have been a minute, it could have been and hour. At some point, she felt the heat of his cum filling her bowels. Then, he was gone.

Connie lay quietly on the seat, unaware of the passage of time or the movement of the van. Slowly the vehicle wound through the quiet streets, finally turning down an alley that ran between the backyards of houses on two residential streets. Coming to a stop, the rapists opened the side door of the van and helped Connie out. Still in shock, she allowed them to walk her to a gate in the fence of one yard.

Once in the yard, they walked her to a patio area at the back of the house. Laying her on a picnic table, they tied her down spread eagle. Placing the pile of Polaroid’s on the table between her legs, they quietly left.

Connie’s husband worked day shift, and was therefore normally in bed before she got home from work. Due to that, he was unaware of the fact that she had not come home that night. He would learn in the morning, when he would find Connie, brutalized, nearly naked and still in shock, tied down to his own picnic table.

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It was five days later and Denise had just finished washing the dishes from her dinner when the intercom in her apartment buzzed. She pressed the button and said "Yes?"

"It’s Steve. Are you busy?"

"Not at all. Come on up." she said and pressed the switch which would electronically unlock the front door of the building. Three minutes later there was a knock on the door and she opened it to find a very tired looking cop standing there.

"You look like hell. Here, I figured you might need this" she said as she handed him a double scotch and soda.

"Thanks, kid. You’re and angel."

"Any luck with the investigation?" Denise asked as they sat down on the couch in her small living room.

"Yeah. I think we may have gotten lucky. We found a connection. None of the victims knew each other. No mutual friends or acquaintances. Different family doctors, different paediatricians. Then one of our boys, a bright, new kid who’s only been on the force a year and will probably be my boss someday, took things a step farther. He realized that doctors don’t do lab workups in their offices. They send samples out for that. He checked and it seems that the family doctors for all three victims use the same medical laboratory."

"I see. And somebody at the lab may be involved. They would know when a woman is pregnant, her name, her address, everything they would need to get started. So how do you run down who is involved?"

"We’re starting background checks on all the employees. That will take a hell of a lot of time, though, and I’d like to get these scum as quickly as possible. I’d like to run another operation at the same time as the normal checks are being handled, which is why I’m here. How’d you like to be a decoy again?"

"Are you crazy, Steve? The last time I worked as a decoy for you, you nearly got fired. The Chief was LIVID over you taking a civilian into a gunfight, and the newspapers hauled HIM over the coals for it. He’d boot you all the way to the moon if we did that again."

"Wrong. I’ve got it covered, and even have the Chief’s approval."

"How…."

"Are you familiar with the Auxiliary Police?" Steve took a sip of his drink while Denise considered that.

"Well, yeah. They’re like part time police who help out. They don’t carry guns and they work security at High School football games and other public functions. Direct traffic for parades and such. "

"Right. However, there are NO rules saying that Auxiliary Police CAN’T be armed and used as regular police. If you’re willing to sign up as an Auxiliary, we’re covered because then you’re not a civilian, and the Chief will approve your participation in this investigation."

"Damn! He must want these guys bad!"

"He wants them so bad he can taste it. He went absolutely pale when he read the reports. You should have seen him. I swear his blood turned to ice water."

"Suppose I agree, how could we pull this off? How could I act as a decoy in this situation?"

"Easy. We make you pregnant."

"WHAT?!?! You ARE crazy! If you think…."

Steve chuckled and held up his hand. "Maybe. Maybe I am crazy. But listen, my sister, who lives over in Townsend, is six weeks pregnant. We have her come over to Jackson City and go to the appropriate doctor for a check up. She gives the name of Denise Richards and my address. Her samples are sent to the lab. She then goes back to Townsend and you, my ‘pregnant wife’, move in with me. Into the guest room, of course. If they make a play for you, we’ll nail them solid."

Denise thought for a moment. "Okay, boss," she grinned, "where do I sign up?"

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Denise "Richards" had spent the last week posing as Steve’s wife. She had taken a leave of absence from the centre and made herself "available" by doing things non-working wives normally do during the day. Unlike those wives, however, Denise wore sweaters whenever she went out to conceal the Kel Tec .32 calibre semiautomatic pistol that she carried in an inside the waistband holster. She also carried the small over-under derringer, also in .32 calibre, that Steve had given her for her last birthday. Additionally, two police detectives followed her, inconspicuously.

While they were ready in case of an attempted abduction during the day, they were attempting to steer the rapists towards breaking into the house and waiting for Denise, as they had done with Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Martinez. Control of the situation would be easier in that case. To that end, Steve and Denise stayed away from the house during the day, enticing the rapists to break in.

They had also set patterns where Denise would get home around 4:30 each day, and Steve would get home at 5:45. This would give the rapists enough time, in their minds, to intimidate Denise, force her to change clothes, and leave with her before her "husband" arrived home. They hoped that this would be further inducement for the rapists to strike at home.

Denise was casually dressed in a peach colored sweater, blue jeans and sneakers. The clothes were carefully selected to look "normal" for the part she was playing, while giving her maximum mobility in the event of action. She looked at the small watch on her left wrist and sighed. Time to head home and see if there was any "company". She guided the car through the streets to the small house she was temporarily sharing with Steve. She admitted to herself that she enjoyed his company in the evening, and when this investigation was over, it would be difficult to return to her own small, empty apartment.

Parking the car in the driveway, she walked up the sidewalk and slipped her key into the lock. She opened the door and stepped inside. She placed her purse on a small table next to the door and walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out the quart bottle of Coca Cola. When she closed the door and turned, she saw them.

The plastic bottle hit the floor and bounced as they grabbed Denise and slammed her back against the refrigerator. A hand was clamped over her mouth and the shiny blade of a knife flashed in front of her eyes.

"One scream, bitch, one fucking scream and I’ll gut you like a fish. You and your little rug rat will both be dead. Understand?"

Denise nodded her head and the hand was removed from her mouth.

"P-please don’t hurt me." Denise pleaded. "Please. I-I’ve got m-money. Y-you can have it, only don’t h-hurt me."

"Oh, we’ll take your money, bitch. We like money. But we like pussy, too."

"Oh, God NO! You CAN"T! You just CAN"T!" she cried out as the began dragging her to the bedroom. Once there, they shoved her inside. On the bed was a white silk bra and garter belt, nylon stockings and white high heels.

"Okay, bitch, strip."

"Please don’t do this! PLEASE don’t make me do this!" Denise begged her tormenters.

"I said STRIP!" he growled as he lifted the knife.

With a look of fear on her face, Denise reached up and took the hem of her sweater as if to pull it over her head.

"FREEZE, ASSHOLES!"

Startled, the four rapists spun towards the door. There stood Officer Jerry Allen, his nine millimetre automatic pistol extended in front of him in a two handed combat grip.

The one with the knife spun back towards Denise. If he could get hold of her to use as a hostage ….. he froze at the sight of the small automatic in Denise’s hands. She had moved to the side so that both she and Officer Allen had clear fields of fire.

"Don’t even think about it!" she told him in a perfectly controlled voice. One look into her eyes and he knew that she wasn’t afraid of him, and that she would most assuredly kill him without a second thought if he gave her any reason at all. Without being told, he opened his hand and dropped the knife to the floor.

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Several hours later, Denise and Steve returned to the house. The four rapists were in holding cells at Police Headquarters. The reports were completed and now it was the prosecutor’s job to haul them into court and get a conviction.

"So what do you think will happen, Steve?" Denise asked as they settled down on the couch.

"I think those bastards will go away for a long, long time, kid. Four counts of breaking and entering counting here, three counts of kidnapping, one count of attempted kidnapping, four counts of assault with a deadly weapon, and at least six counts of rape each. We’ve got the van with all of the camera equipment and the discs with the digital photographs of all three rapes. In a few days, when the comparisons are done, we’ll have DNA evidence tying the assholes to the victims. And we’ve got the testimony of you and Jerry as to what happened here."

"Mmmm. Having Jerry camp out inside the house during the day was a good idea. As soon as he heard them breaking in, he hid in the laundry room, which was the one place he knew they wouldn’t look."

"According to Jerry, you gave an Oscar winning performance. He said you were not only convincing, but that you were just loud enough that there was no way they could have heard him sneaking up on them."

"Good thing, too. I would have been between a rock and a hard place if he hadn’t been there."

"Somehow, I doubt that." Steve grinned at her. "You would have figured out some way to get that equalizer of yours into action. I figure the only reason you didn’t shoot all four of them was because there was a cop standing right there."

"I must admit, Steve, considering what they had done, it was a tempting thought. I still can’t believe it. One of them was a JANITOR at the medical lab!" She glanced at her watch. "Well, the investigation’s over, so … I guess … I’d better get packed and … head on home."

"You … uh … you don’t have to hurry, you know. I mean, it is late and all. You could wait till tomorrow, maybe. We could have a drink … relax … talk … "

"I think I’d like that, Steve. I think I’d really like that."

by Luckytom44

Celeste Martinez was an attractive 31-year-old mother of two. She was a relatively small woman, standing only five foot three inches tall and weighing one hundred twelve pounds. Her long, straight, raven black hair framed a face that, while not beautiful, was pretty. Her eyes were black and she had the full, pouting lips of the Latino. She had a good figure and nice legs. She was casually dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Her husband, Jorge, worked for the Jackson City Fire Department. The two of them were looking forward to the birth of their third child in a little under seven months.

Celeste pulled the car into the garage and took the bag of groceries from the trunk. Unlocking the connecting door between the garage and the house, she passed through the laundry room and into the kitchen of the small ranch style house. She had just enough time to start dinner before the kids got home from school.

Suddenly, hands were grabbing Celeste, pinning her arms and covering her mouth. A form moved in front of her and the glinting blade of a knife flashed in front of her eyes.

"Quiet, bitch!" said the ski-masked man in front of her. "Try to scream, try to fight, and I’ll fucking kill you! You and the little spick bastard growing inside you! You want that, bitch? You want your fucking kid dead?"

Celeste’s eyes bulged in terror at the though of harm coming to her baby. She shook her head "no" as well as she could with the hand covering her mouth.

"Okay, then. You do WHAT we tell you, WHEN we tell you, and we’ll let you live. You give us any fucking trouble and you and the rug rat both die. Understand?"

She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head "yes". She wasn’t important. Her child was. She would do whatever she had to if it would protect her baby.

"Okay. Lets go." The hand was removed from her mouth and the two holding her arms lead her to the bedroom. When they got there, she saw her red silk teddy, dark tan crotch less pantyhose and red high heels laid out on the bed.

"Put them on." The one with the knife told her. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Celeste slowly unfastened the snap on her jeans. Two of the intruders were clicking away with cameras, making a photo record of her stripping naked and then dressing in the skimpy, sexy outfit. The fourth intruder turned and left the room while she was changing.

"Now," said the one with the knife, "your two kids are going to be home soon, so we can’t party here. That means leaving. When we get outside, don’t get any bright ideas. That will only get you killed." Having said that, he took out a heavy, thick bandanna and used it to blindfold Celeste. The three then removed their ski masks.

"Please," she whimpered through her tears, "please don’t hurt me. Please leave me alone." Two of them took her by the arms and lead her down the hall, through the kitchen and laundry room and into the garage. The leader, as Celeste had started thinking of him, looked in each direction through the window in the garage door, then grabbed the handle and raised the door.

Sitting right outside the garage was a grey van with its sliding side door open and the fourth intruder at the wheel. The two holding Celeste’s arms lead her to the van while the third closed the garage door. Celeste was hurriedly bundled into the van, sitting on the rear seat between two of the intruders while the last one climbed into the front seat. The van then pulled out of the driveway in a manner that would not attract any attention.

Celeste felt the one sitting on her right put his arm around her shoulders. His other hand came up and grabbed her breast.

"NO" she screamed as she pushed the hand away. "DON’T!"

Immediately he grabbed her face, squeezing it roughly. "Bitch! Don’t you listen? What did we tell you about doing what you’re told? What did we tell you about fighting? You WANT to die, bitch?"

Celeste was terrified. Terrified for her baby. She couldn’t let anything happen to her baby. She would have to let these animals do what they wanted. Low sobs wracked her body as she realized that she had no other choice.

Celeste’s hands curled into fists as she felt the hand begin to massage her breast through the silky material of her teddy. The one on the left was now rubbing her nylon-encased thigh. She trembled in revulsion as she felt him reach under the loose fitting crotch and begin working a finger into her vagina.

"Nnnnnnuuuu." She moaned as the finger penetrated her. They kept working on her like that for quite some time, then she felt the hand at her breast leave. The one on her right shifted position and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

"Okay, bitch. Get down on the floor, on your knees."

"Please, oh please don’t make me do that. P-please." Celeste whimpered.

"Goddamn it, I said NOW!"

Slowly, trembling, Celeste slid off of the seat and kneeled on the cold, metal floor of the van. She felt the hand take her by the hair and pull her forward. She recoiled when the head of the swollen dick touched her lips, but the hand in her hair held her fast.

"Open up, bitch. Open your fucking mouth wide." The unseen rapist told her.

Her eyes burning with tears, her soul filled with frustration and revulsion, Celeste did as she was told. Immediately the hand in her hair jerked her forward, pulling her onto the thick, hard dick and jamming it back into her throat. Celeste began to gag and choke, but the rapist held her firmly with her face pulled tightly against his stomach. Slowly, he began moving his hips, fucking Celeste’s mouth even as she fought down the urge to puke.

As her mouth continued to be used as if it were a vagina, she felt the one that had been to her left slip off the seat and onto the floor. Moving behind her, he grabbed her by the hips and raised her so she was no longer resting on the backs of her calves. She felt him forcing her knees farther apart. Then, with the loose crotch of her teddy pushed aside, she felt the head of his cock press against her rectum.

"MMMMRRRRRRRR" Celeste screamed around the swollen cock that filled her mouth as the second cock began forcing it’s way into her dry asshole. She had never felt such pain in her life and she screamed repeatedly as the second rapist fucked his way deeper into her bowels. Over and over he drove into her, moving deeper with each brutal thrust. Finally buried completely inside her, the animal behind her began fucking her tortured bowels while the one in front fucked her mouth.

Celeste couldn’t believe that this was happening. She was being raped in the mouth and the ass in a van moving through the centre of town in broad daylight! Couldn’t anybody see what was happening? Couldn’t anybody see that something was wrong?

Mercifully, her asshole began getting wet. She didn’t know if it was shit, blood or if she was actually lubricating herself, and she didn’t care. The cock pounding repeatedly into her ass still hurt her, but it wasn’t the blinding pain that she had felt when he first drove into her.

The one in the passenger side front seat was snapping pictures of this brutal rape, alternating between the digital camera and the Polaroid. These would make some great shots, showing the bitch in that sexy teddy and high heels getting pronged from both ends at once. The guys that haunted the rape sights on the internet would go nuts over these. It wouldn’t take long till they were on sights all over the fucking world! And wait till her husband got the Polaroid’s!

The rapist who was filling Celeste’s mouth was becoming more frenzied, driving into her faster and faster. She heard him start to moan deep in his throat. The cock in her mouth began throbbing as he muttered "Oh, Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ! Ohhhhhhhh!"

"RRRRRGGGGGGG!!!" Celeste gagged as the first wave of cum was shot into her throat. He held her tight, his cock buried as deeply into her as he could get it while he continued to spray cum into her throat. "Swallow it, bitch!" she heard him yell. "Swallow it!" Fighting down the revulsion and nausea, she forced herself to swallow the mouthful of cum he had deposited in her. Finally, she felt him tremble once more, and then his body relaxed. He kept his dick in her mouth until it softened, then finally allowed her to pull her mouth off of it.

Although the oral rape was over, the one behind her was still driving brutally into her. Celeste was on her knees, her head and chest laying on the lap of the rapist who had just finished with her mouth.

"Nnnnuuu …. nnnnuuu … nnnnuuu … oh God … oh God … p-please st-stop … nnnnuuu …. nnnnuuu … I can’t .. I can’t .. t-take it! Ooohhhh! It h-hurts! Oh, God it h-hurts!" Celeste pleaded in vain. The rapist held her by her trim waist, impaling her with long, hard strokes, relishing her squeals and screams.

"Nnneeeeeaaaaaaaaaa!!" Celeste screamed and arched her back as he drove viciously into her and held himself there while he flooded her bowels with cum. She could feel the warmth spreading through her as she felt the throbbing of him deep inside her. Once more he started moving in and out of her, but slower, less forceful, until finally she felt him softening. Satiated, he withdrew from her battered ass and allowed Celeste to collapse, sobbing, to the floor.

Celeste lay on her side on the metal floor, her hands grasping her stomach while her tears soaked the blindfold that she still wore. She curled into a protective ball and wondered if she would be able to survive any more such treatment. Then the van began to bounce and jar, as if they were on a very rough road. The jouncing ride lasted perhaps ten minutes, and then the van came to a stop and the engine was shut off. She heard the doors of the van open and her abductors get out.

"Okay, bitch. Out of the van."

Slowly, hesitatingly, Celeste felt her way to the door and climbed out. She managed to stand up, although slightly bent at the waist from the pain she still felt. She trembled as she wondered what would happen next. Without warning, the blindfold was pulled from her eyes, and the sunlight blinded her until her eyes adjusted. When they did, she saw that all four of them were again wearing their ski masks.

She looked around. The area looked like a rest area for a highway, or a picnic area in a park, only run down, uncared for as if it were abandoned. There was an old, battered picnic table beneath a tree and off to the side, a crumbling stone barbeque pit. She knew instinctively that no one would happen along to rescue her and destroy the "fun" these scum where going to have with her. Not out here. God, she felt so helpless!

"Please, please don’t hurt me anymore." the tears trickled down her cheeks as she begged for mercy from people who knew no mercy. "Please don’t hurt me."

"Goddamn!" one of them muttered, "You do look sexy out here in that skimpy little outfit. I think I’ll just fuck you now. Come on over here and lay down in the grass."

Celeste shook her head from side to side. "No. Oh please, no!"

"Tell me, bitch, what do you think would happen if I just hauled off and kicked you in the stomach?"

The horror was evident in Celeste’s eyes. Fighting back the tears and wrapping her arms around herself, she slowly walked over to where he was standing and lowered herself to the grass. She squeezed her eyes shut as he pulled his swollen dick from his pants and knelt between her spread legs. Celeste whimpered as he lowered himself on top of her and began forcing his dick inside her.

He forced his way deeper into her with each thrust, finally burying his entire length inside her. Celeste kept her eyes tightly shut and softly hit the ground with her clenched fists while the filth on top of her continued fucking her, using her like some cheap two dollar whore he had picked up on the streets. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and thighs, licking and nibbling at her face and neck.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh." she groaned as he drove in to her time after time, his pace increasing with his excitement. Grabbing her by the hair, he twisted her head around so he could clamp his mouth to hers. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips, and, knowing there was no choice, opened her mouth for him.

He was becoming frenzied now, pounding into her viciously, tearing whines of pain from her with each inward thrust. Celeste had never been treated so violently in her life. The pain that tore through her was horrendous. Faster and harder he drove into her. She heard him groaning in her ear. Celeste was panting with the exertion of the rape as she felt him approaching orgasm.

"Uhh … uhh … uhh … nnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh." she moaned in frustration as she felt his sperm coating her insides, spreading through her like a foul plague. Her body trembled in fear and revulsion as he continued shooting his cum into her. Finally, finished with her, he pulled out of her battered vagina and stood up. Celeste lay crying in the grass, only vaguely aware that the cameras were still clicking away.

Celeste could only whisper "Please, no more." in a barely audible voice as another rapist knelt between her legs and pulled out his cock. Rather than laying on top of her, he lifted her legs, supporting them by placing his elbows under her knees. Kneeling between her legs, he guided his cock to her well lubricated opening.

"Uuuoooohhhhhhhh." Celeste moaned as she felt him sink his dick completely into her with one smooth motion. She laid in the grass, unmoving, while this latest degradation was inflicted on her. He had her legs held high and she could see her feet bouncing in the air in time with his stroking. She winced as he drove ever more deeply into her.

Celeste saw one of the others approaching her, taking out his cock as he came. What was he doing? She was already being raped. And then he stood over her, one foot on either side of her. Celeste slowly shook her head "no" and whimpered as he knelt down over her face and sat on her chest.

"Open up, sweetheart." Celeste shut her eyes and slowly, reluctantly parted her lips. He moaned in pleasure as he entered her and began fucking her mouth, moving her lips up and down the length of his meat. The cameras kept clicking while the simultaneous oral and vaginal rape continued.

Celeste knew that if it wasn’t for her baby, she would have rather died than subject herself to this kind of torture and humiliation. What kind of scum were these? How could any human being do this to another?

Celeste’s body began to twitch and squirm involuntarily as the pain of the rapes increased. How much longer would they keep this up? How much longer could she take it? Both of them were moving faster now, the one fucking her mouth nearly tearing the hair from the sides of her head in his frenzy. She began screaming around the cock in her mouth as the brutality of the rape increased.

"RRRRRRGGGGG" she gagged as her throat was filled with sickening, hot cum. Her body involuntarily snapped taut in reaction, and that was enough to push the other rapist over the edge. She felt him explode, flooding her vagina even as more cum was being pumped into her throat. Still they used her, sliding in and out of her and enjoying the warm moistness of her. Using her as a toy, as a piece of meat good only for their own pleasure. Slowly, gradually, they slowed their pace. Finally, with sighs of satisfaction, they dismounted and left her to collapse, exhausted, in the grass.

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Steve Richards was sitting at his desk, reviewing the statements that had been taken by various officers over the last nine days. They were the results of interviews with various people who were familiar with Stacy Collins. Friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances. Somewhere there was a connection to the crime. He just had to find it.

The phone on Steve’s desk rang and he lifted the receiver. The flashing light on the base of the phone indicated an internal call. "Richards."

"Sarge, this is the switchboard. I’ve got a guy on line three who wants to, quote, "Talk to the cop who’s handling the Collin’s rape.", unquote."

Steve felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "He used her name?"

"Sure did, Sarge."

Mrs. Collins name, as is common with rape victims, had not been released to the press. So who …….. "Put him through, Terry." There was a click and a buzz as the lines were transferred.

"Sergeant Richards speaking. Who is calling, please?" There was a chuckle on the other end of the line.

"Never mind that, pal. And forget tracing the call. I won’t be on the line that long. Just listen. Do you know where Kane Park was?"

"I do. It was closed down maybe eight years ago."

"Well, maybe you should take a drive out there. Take what’s left of the old south trail to the old picnic area. You’ll find something interesting. Real interesting."

"Exactly what will I find that’s so interesting?"

"Let’s put it this way. The Collins bitch could just be left tied to the bed for her hubby to find. No sweat. This time we didn’t have that option."

Steve’s eyes went ice cold as he said "Are you trying to tell me…."

"I’m telling you" the voice interrupted "that there’s a freshly fucked bitch tied down to a picnic table. You don’t go out there, it’ll probably be weeks before anybody stumbles over her. It’ll be too late by then, but hey, do what you want to do, dude. And by the way, the Polaroid’s we’ll mail to her hubby."

There was a click and the line went dead. Son of a bitch! The fucking gall of the…. Steve punched an outside line and dialled a number from memory.

"Rape Crisis Centre, Denise Rhodes speaking."

"Denise, Steve. I’m going to need your professional expertise again. So will another victim. I’ll be over in ten minutes to pick you up."

"Damn! Okay, I’ll be ready."

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Denise Rhodes sat in the passenger seat of the unmarked police car that Steve guided along the south trail of Kane Park. She was hoping that the call had only been a stupid prank, but somehow she knew it wasn’t.

"I can’t believe that they actually called you. Talk about brass!" she said.

"They think they’re sharp." Steve replied. "Too smart to get caught. That’s a point in our favour. Assholes like that get overconfident and make mistakes or overlook something. Then they take the fall."

"Oh God, no." Denise whispered as they rounded a corner. Up ahead, in a run down picnic area, she could see a figure in a skimpy red teddy tied Spread-eagled to a battered picnic table.

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Steve and Denise waited outside the examination room in the Emergency Room of Hillside Hospital. The victim, In shock and as yet unidentified, was being cared for by the doctor on duty.

"Did you notice the way she was dressed?" Steve asked softly.

"How could I help it? I also noticed that there were no bruises or anything. No sign of a struggle. That means another kind of force was used."

"Exactly." Steve sighed. "Intimidation. How much do you want to bet she’s pregnant?"

"No takers. God, what kind of animals is they?"

"Vicious animals. But why pregnant women?" Steve wondered out loud.

Denise sighed. "Probably because women are very defensive about their children. They’ll do almost anything to protect them. We know from Mrs. Collins that they threaten the baby in order to get the women to do what they want. Now remember, Steve, rape is not a sexual act. It’s an act of violence. Rapists want to humiliate and degrade their victims. If a woman feels that emotion after being taken against her will, can you imagine how she would feel after basically co-operating with her rapists? Regardless of her reasons, that has to be a miserable memory to live with."

"I see your point. And then they send pictures of her to her husband. Pictures that may not even look like rape. More humiliation. God, I want these bastards!"

The cell phone in Steve’s pocket buzzed. Flipping it open he said "Richards" and listened for two minutes. "Okay, have a patrol unit pick him up and bring him to the hospital. We’re in the Emergency Room area."

Breaking the connection, he turned to Denise. "Jackson City fireman named Jorge Martinez called in a missing person. Got home and found his kids alone. Bag of groceries on the counter and his wife’s clothes scattered around the bedroom floor. He also reported that she’s pregnant."

"Fuck!" Denise spit out the word that she very seldom used, but which seemed to fit at the present time.

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"Okay, people, listen up." Steve looked out over the group. The room was filled with eighteen police officers, fourteen in uniform and four in plain clothes. "We’ve got two rape victims, same M.O., and no doubt the same perps. Those of you who worked on the Collins case know that we were looking for someone with personal knowledge of the victim. We’ve got the same situation here, only now we have to find someone with personal knowledge of both victims."

Steve let that sink in for a moment before going on.

"I’ve talked to both husbands and can find no connection between the two families. That doesn’t mean that there isn’t a connection. Collins could have a friend or acquaintance that knows one of the rapists, and Martinez could have a friend who knows the same person. There would be a connection that neither of them would know about."

"Then what we have to do" one of the officers volunteered "is to interview all of the Collins family acquaintances, all of the Martinez family acquaintances, and look for a common denominator." The rest of the officers groaned at the thought. It was a huge undertaking.

"Exactly" Steve replied.

"What about hair dressers? Grocery stores? Any connection there?"

"I asked both husbands about that. The women used different beauty parlours and shopped at different stores." Steve said.

"Dumb question." one officer said. "How about the doctors?"

"Thought of that. Different family doctors, different paediatricians. But that was a good thought. Keep it up."

Steve looked around the room. "Okay, if there isn’t anything else, hit the streets and turn something up before these assholes hit again."

Stacy Collins was an attractive twenty-six year old brunette. Her shoulder length hair framed a heart shaped face with large, brown eyes, a pixie nose and full lips. She had a slim, athletic body and long shapely legs. Having just finished work, she was dressed in a white satin blouse, red skirt and matching red high heels.

Stacy hummed happily to herself as she pulled into traffic and started the drive home. To Stacy, the day, the whole world was beautiful. She had learned only two weeks ago that she was pregnant with her first child and she and her husband were thrilled at the prospect of becoming parents.

Stacy punched the button on the remote control garage door opener as she turned the two-year-old Chevy into the driveway of the condo that she shared with her husband of six months. Pulling into the garage, she switched off the engine and once more pressed the button on the remote to close the door.

Stacy got out of the car and unlocked the connecting door between the garage and the condo. Closing the door behind her, she went to the dining room and put her purse on the shelf in the small coat closet.

As she turned away from the closet, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of three masked men standing in front of her. Before she could react, the three rushed her, slamming her back against the wall. Two of them held her by the arms while the third clamped a hand over her mouth. Stacy’s blood ran cold as the shiny blade of a knife was passed before her eyes.

"Listen, bitch," the one holding the knife said, "if you try to scream, you try to fight, I’ll cut your fucking throat. I’ll kill you and that little bastard you’re carrying. You understand? You and your fucking kid will both die!"

Without waiting for a response, he dropped his hand from her mouth and started rubbing her breast. Stacy whimpered but didn’t try to scream. She had to protect her baby, no matter what.

"Please don’t!" Stacy pleaded as she tried to twist away from the hand. "Please stop it! Please! My purse! T-there’s money in my purse! T-take it and go! I won’t tell anyone, I promise! Just please don’t h-hurt me!"

"Oh, we’ll take your money, sweetheart. We’ll take it right after we finish fucking the shit out of you!"

"Oh, God NO!" Stacy’s eyes bulged as the words registered on her brain. "Please don’t! PLEASE!"

Stacy tried to hold back as they began dragging her down the hall towards the bedroom, but they were too strong for her. She had never felt pure terror before in her life, but now she understood exactly what it was.

"Please don’t! Dear God PLEASE doesn’t!" Stacy begged through her tears as they pulled her into the bedroom. As they entered, she was even more shocked to see a fourth man in the room and two cameras set up on tripods.

"You like the set up, bitch? The one camera’s digital, the other’s a Polaroid. We shoot the whole party with both cameras. The digitals go out on the web for the world to see. The Polaroid’s…..well, let’s just say we have a use for the Polaroid’s."

"Oh, God, please leave me alone!" Stacy begged as she was pushed farther into the bedroom. This couldn’t be happening to her. It COULDN’T be!

"Okay, bitch," the one said. "Strip."

"I-I c-can’t! P-please don’t m-make me!"

"Strip, or kiss your fucking rug rat goodbye!" Stacy saw the light glint off of the blade as the knife came up. She had to protect her baby. No matter what, she had to protect it. With tears burning her cheeks and her body trembling, Stacy began slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

Three of the intruders watched as Stacy slowly undressed, while the fourth snapped pictures. Soon, she stood naked before them, trembling in fear at what she knew was coming.

"Now, put this on." One of them said as he placed some items on the bed. She looked down and saw a white satin garter belt, light tan nylons, and white high heels with ankle straps. They must have gone through her closet and drawers and picked them out. They actually wanted her to look sexy for them!

"Please. Oh please." Stacy whimpered.

"NOW!" the one with the knife screamed.

The cameras kept clicking as Stacy put on the garter belt and slipped nylons onto her long, shapely legs. She kept telling herself that she was doing this for her baby, over and over, as she clipped the garters to the tops of the nylons. She slipped her feet into the high heels and buckled the straps around her trim ankles, then stood up.

"Nice. Real nice!’ one of them muttered. "Now, onto the bed!"

Slowly, resignedly, Stacy climbed onto the bed and laid on her back. Almost immediately, the three men who had brought her into the bedroom were all over her.

"Stop it! Please stop it!!" she cried as the three manhandled her. Hands and mouths were all over her while the fourth continued making a photographic record of Stacy’s torment.

"Please don’t! You’re HURTING me! Please STOP it!" she pleaded as she felt fingers being jammed up inside her while mouths were sucking on both of her tits. "Oh God, please stop it! Please leave me alone!"

She felt one of them moving up between her legs, lifting them with his arms as he did. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her, beginning to force her open. A second was manoeuvring around so that he was kneeling above her head.

"No! Don’t do this! Please, PLEASE don’t. Nnnuu … nnnuu … Don’t! … nnnuu … nnnuu … Don’t! DON’T! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stacy cried out as the one between her legs sunk his cock completely into her with one vicious thrust.

"Oh God, get OUT of me! … nnnuu … nnnuu … STOP it! … ooohhhhh … G-get OUT of me! … nnnuu … nnnuu … PLEASE leave me ALONE!"

As the one between her legs slid his cock in and out of her, the one kneeling above her head pulled out his cock. Holding it in one hand, he grabbed Stacy’s hair in the other and started moving towards her.

"No!" Stacy whimpered as she saw the cock approach her face. "Oh please no! Please! Y-you c-can’t! Not that! Please not that! No! Oh dear God, no! Please NNNOOMMMmmmuummpphhuurrrgggg!!" Stacy’s pleas were cut off by the thick, hard cock that was forced into her mouth. She felt as if she were going to be sick to her stomach as the rapist began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, face fucking her while his companion continued fucking her pussy.

Stacy had never felt such shame or humiliation in her life. Being fucked simultaneously in the mouth and pussy, while the third rapist sucked on her tits and the fourth took pictures, was more than she could stand. Nothing could be worse than this.

"Okay," the one buried in her pussy said, "time to shift position."

Stacy had no idea what he meant, but gratefully sucked air into her A lung as the cock was pulled out of her mouth.

"Now you listen to me, bitch," the one still buried inside her pussy said, "you do exactly as you’re told and you just might live long enough to give birth. Understand?"

"Y-yes. I u-understand. I’ll d-do anything you s-say. Just p-please d-don’t kill me. Please, d-don’t kill my baby!"

"Okay." He said. "I’m going to lay on my back, and you’re going to get on top of me. I want you on your knees, straddling me with my dick inside you. Got it?"

"Y-yes." Stacy barely whispered. She didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to cooperate with her rapist, but she had to survive. She HAD to! She would do anything to protect her unborn baby.

The rapist pulled his dick out of her and laid back on the bed. Stacy got to her knees and moved to him. She straddled his body while the cameras kept clicking. He was holding his rock hard cock straight up and Stacy lowered herself onto it while the tears of shame rolled down her face.

"Oh, yeah!" he moaned as he put his hands on Stacy’s slim waist and began moving her on his cock. "You got some good pussy, bitch. Now, move. You know how. Up and down, side to side. Ride my cock like you love it!"

Stacy sobbed and she did as she was told and the cameras continued clicking. She could imagine what the pictures would look like. Her on top of this animal, impaling herself repeatedly on his cock. The garter belt, nylons and heels. This wouldn’t look like rape to the cameras. It would look as if she were a willing participant! Oh God, why her? Why was this happening to her?

"Now, lean forward. On your hands and knees."

Stacy bent forward at the waist and supported herself on her hands. At that point, the one who had been in her mouth climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of her.

"Open wide," he told her, "it’s time to suck cock again!"

Stacy’s face burned red with shame as she opened her mouth and let the rapist slides his cock between her lips. He grabbed her by the hair on each side of her head and began forcing her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. She felt the two cocks sliding in and out of her as the double rape continued. As the two raped her, she felt the bed shift slightly.

"Mmmuuurrrggg!" she groaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt a third cock begin pressing against her asshole. This couldn’t be happening! It just COULDN’T be!

"MMMMUUUUUUU!" she cried out as she felt the head of the third cock spread her asshole and enter her rectum. She felt as if she were being torn in half as he fucked his way deeper into her bowels while the other two cocks continued sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy. He forced his way deeper into her bowels until all three cocks were completely buried inside her. She had never thought anyone could experience so much pain.

"Mmmuurrrrgggggg … guuurrrrgggg … uuurrrrrgggg" Stacy gagged as the cock in her mouth was shoved into her throat. All three cocks were moving more rapidly inside of her. She heard all three rapists start to moan and she knew they were getting close. From the corner of her eye, she saw the fourth one still taking pictures with the two cameras.

"Don’t you dribble any cum on me when he blows his load in your mouth, bitch." the rapist underneath her said. "You dribble cum on me, and there will be trouble!"

Stacy whimpered as she realized that she would have to swallow any and all cum that would be sprayed into her mouth. She had never swallowed cum in her life, and the thought sickened her.

"MMMMMUUUUUUU!!!" she cried out in pain as the three cocks pounded into her with increasing ferocity. "MMMUUU … MMMUUU … MMMUUU!"

Stacy felt the perspiration forming on her body from the exertions being forced upon her. Still they continued pounding into her, filling her pussy, ass and mouth with their swollen cocks. She felt all three of them beginning to throb and twitch inside her.

"RRRRRRGGGGGGG!" she retched as a thick wad of hot cum splattered against the back of her throat. As she started swallowing the load being pumped into her mouth, she felt the one in her asshole begin to spray her bowels with cum, and almost immediately felt the warmth spreading through her pussy as the third one exploded inside her.

Over and over she swallowed the cum being pumped into her throat as the cocks in her ass and pussy continued flooding her insides. Gradually, as they drained the last of their cum into her, the three rapists slowed their pace until they finally stopped. The one in her mouth was the first to pull out and she covered her mouth with a hand to insure she didn’t dribble on the one underneath her. Next, the cock buried deep in her asshole was pulled out. Finally, the one underneath her shoved her off of him sideways and she collapsed on the bed.

Stacy curled into a fetal position and cried quietly. She could feel the cum leaking out of her pussy and asshole. She could taste the residue that coated her tongue and mouth. What had she done to deserve this? What could she have possibly done to deserve such a terrible punishment?

"Oh, no." she whimpered as she saw the one who had been taking pictures pull out his cock and crawl onto the bed. "Oh, please, no more."

Pushing her onto her back, he straddled her head and rested his buttocks on her chest. Taking his cock in his hand, he started rubbing the head over her lips.

"Come on, sweetheart, open up."

Stacy squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as she slowly opened her mouth. She felt the swollen cock slide between her lips and into her mouth. Taking her by the hair, he pulled her to him, jamming his cock back into her throat.

"RRRRGGGGG … MMMUUUURRRRR … RRRR … RRRR … RRRRGGGGG!" Stacy was gagging on the cock being fucked in and out of her throat. She could only pray that he would be quick, that he would finish so they would leave her alone. Her hands clutched at the bedclothes, twisting them in her fists in frustration.

Two of the other rapists were now manning the cameras, getting numerous shots of the cock sliding in and out between Stacy’s lips. The one raping her mouth felt his excitement grow as he repeatedly watched his cock disappear into her mouth.

"MMMUUUURRRRR … MMMUUUURRRRR … MMMUUUURRRRR!" Stacy fought down the urge to vomit as she gagged and retched on the swollen piece of meat that filled her mouth. Her jaws ached from being forced open so wide for so long.

Stacy heard the rapist begin to groan deep in his throat. She felt him throbbing in her mouth. His cock began twitching as he drove it into her with increasing speed.

"RRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" Stacy retched as he shot the first wave of hot cum down her throat. Two, three, four times he shot thick wads of cum into her throat until finally, satiated, he let the last remnants of his semen dribble onto her tongue.

"Oh, man," he muttered, "was that good! You got a good fucking mouth, bitch."

Stacy whimpered softly as the rapist’s cock slowly softened in her mouth. Finally, with a sigh of pleasure, he pulled out of her and climbed off the bed.

"Please, g-go now. Please, j-just go." Stacy pleaded.

"Not quite yet, sweetheart. Not quite yet. Okay guys," one rapist said, "check the place for valuables. Nothing that’s hard to fence. Money, jewellery, credit cards, you know the drill."

Stacy lay on the bed crying softly as she listened to the four rapists ransack the condo. They were obviously expert at what they were doing, as they were finished in 15 minutes.

Coming back to the bedroom, one of the rapists gazed quietly at Stacy for a moment, then said "You look good, bitch. You look real good. I think maybe I’ll have seconds before we take off."

Stacy turned her head to the side and closed her eyes as the rapist climbed between her legs and lowered himself on top of her. She whimpered softly as she felt him shove his cock deep into her and begin stroking his meat in and out of her. Tears traced a path down her cheeks as the rapist grunted and sweated on top of her, using her like a piece of meat. She lost track of time, but finally felt the heat of his cum spreading through her.

She prayed that it was over, but it wasn’t. As soon as he climbed off of her, one of the others took his place, and she groaned deep in her throat as she was once more filled with a swollen cock. Over and over he impaled her on his cock, driving into her with a frenzy until she felt him spraying her insides with his disgusting fluids. With a sigh of satisfaction, the rapist collapsed on top of her. Then, with a grunt, he lifted him off of her.

Before the cum from the latest rape could even begin leaking out of her, the third rapist was cramming himself into her. Stacy groaned as she felt him pounding repeatedly into her, his body moving on hers as he crushed her to the bed. She tried to escape into her mind, but the horror and the frustration of what was happening to her was too overwhelming. And then she heard him moan, felt his cock twitching and throbbing inside her, and then felt the explosion of hot filth that flooded her insides.

As the third rapist climbed off of her, the fourth leaned over her. Looking her in the eyes, he said "Roll over, bitch. We’re going up the Hershey Highway."

"Oh God, no." Stacy whispered as her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, please no."

"Roll the fuck over, bitch!"

Her body wracked with sobs, Stacy slowly rolled over onto her stomach and spread her legs. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt the rapist climbs onto the bed and then lower himself onto her back. She gritted her teeth against the pain and groaned as he began forcing his way into her bowels. Every thrust took him deeper into her until he was finally buried completely inside of her.

He then began fucking her brutally, withdrawing and thrusting, withdrawing and thrusting, over and over with ever increasing ferocity. Stacy was trembling and crying out with each drive into her. She felt as if she were being torn in two. The pain was so intense that she was having trouble catching her breath. And then she felt him explode inside her, felt the heat of his cum spreading through her. Slowly his pace subsided until finally he lay still on top of her. She felt him softening inside of her as he panted in her ear.

Pulling out of Stacy, the rapist climbed off of the bed. She could feel the coolness of the air conditioning drying her sweat coated body. One of them took her by the shoulder and rolled her onto her back.

"No more." She whimpered softly. "Please no more."

"No more, sweetheart. We’re had enough of your pussy."

Finally, mercifully, they were done with her. Stacy felt dirty, dirty to the point that she didn’t think she would ever be clean again. She could still feel the pain in her rectum, taste the foulness in her mouth, and feel the four loads of cum leaking from her ravaged vagina.

"What are you doing? Let me GO!" she groaned as two of the rapists grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head, while the other two grabbed her by the ankles. Stacy saw short pieces of rope come into view, and in less than a minute she was tied spread-eagled to the four corners of the bed. More pictures were taken with both the Polaroid and the digital camera.

"Well," said one of them as he looked down at Stacy, "we got everything we came for, so we’ll be leaving pretty soon."

"Please," Stacy begged, "please don’t leave me like this. I-I don’t want my h-husband to find m-me like this. Not like this!" Stacy could imagine what she looked like, tied down with her body forming an X on the bed, naked except for the garter belt, nylons and high heels.

"Hey, you never know, bitch. Hubby may just like seeing you like this. Hell, he may just fuck you himself before he unties you. Besides, he’s going to see a lot more than just you spread out on the bed. Remember the Polaroid’s?" He chuckled and glanced to his left. Stacy looked as well.

"Oh, God, no! Oh, God PLEASE no!" One of the other rapists was fastening the Polaroid pictures to the sliding mirrored doors of the closet with scotch tape. There must have been two dozen showing everything that Stacy had been forced to do.

"Hubby’s going to love seeing these, bitch. How about the one with you taking three cocks at once? He’ll probably cream his jeans over that one. Or the one that shows you lowering yourself onto my cock? Sure doesn’t LOOK like rape, does it? He might just start thinking you were a WILLING participant!"

"Please don’t do this! PLEASE! I won’t say anything. I won’t tell ANYBODY! Just PLEASE don’t leave me like this!" Stacy couldn’t stand the thought of Jerry coming home to find her like this. To find those PICTURES!

"Oh, no. You stay just like this. Give hubby a thrill. But you know something, bitch? You’re lucky that you’re already pregnant, or you might have been having one of our kids in a few months." He chuckled at the look of revulsion on Stacy’s face at the mere thought. Turning, he left the bedroom and pulled the door closed.

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Denise Rhodes was twenty eight years old and had been working at the Jackson City Rape Crisis Centre for four years. Having survived a brutal gang rape when she was nineteen, she had devoted herself to helping other rape survivors deal with the horrors they had experienced. She was working at her desk in the Centre when the phone rang.

"Rape Crisis Centre, Denise Rhodes speaking."

"Denise, it’s Steve." Denise immediately recognized the voice of Sergeant Steve Richards of the Jackson City Police Department.

"Hi, Steve. How’s everything going?"

"Not good. I’m afraid this isn’t a social call, Denise. I’m over at Hillside Hospital. We’ve got a victim of a gang rape, a bad one. She’s going to need a counsellor for sure. Are you free?"

"Of course I am, Steve. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You can fill me in then."

Denise hung up the phone and grabbed her purse as she left her small office. She was semi casually dressed in a white silk blouse, a short black skirt and black high heels. She stood five foot five and weighed one hundred and ten pounds. She had an excellent figure, and she kept her body toned with daily exercise and martial arts practice three times a week. She had the well-shaped legs of a professional dancer, and a baby doll face with large brown eyes and full lips. Her thick brunette hair fell to just below her shoulders.

Denise put the key into the ignition of her late model Ford and started the engine. As she pulled out into traffic, she thought of her dear friend, Steve Richards. Denise and Steve had originally met when Jimmy Edwards, a twenty two year old rapist, made the mistake of attempting to attack Denise. Steve had been the officer investigating the resultant shooting, which was eventually ruled justifiable. That initial meeting had lead to a fast friendship between the two, and that friendship had led to Steve and Denise teaming up eight months later to hunt down a trio of vicious serial rapists. Steve had also helped Denise to obtain justice for a fifteen-year-old incest victim who the courts had failed. All in all, thought Denise, a productive partnership.

Denise got lucky with the traffic lights and made it to the hospital in twelve minutes. Parking her car, she entered the hospital through the Emergency Room and almost immediately saw Steve Richards.

"Hi, kid" he smiled at her. "Sorry to have to see you under these circumstances."

"I know. What have we got?"

"Gang rape, right in her own home. Four of them. They used her pretty badly from what the doctors tell me. Left her tied to the bed so that her husband could find her when he got home. And as if that wasn’t enough, the low life bastards took Polaroid’s of the whole thing and left them taped to the closet door."

"God! What kind of scum are they?"

"I don’t know, Denise. Likely sadistic. Possibly psychotic. Definitely dangerous. I’m going to need everything that I can get if I’m going to take them down. That’s one of the reasons I called you. She’s going to need counselling, sure, but she’ll also be more prone to talk to you rather than me."

"Okay. Let’s go see her, then."

Steve and Denise entered the small examination room where Stacy Collins sat on a table wearing the typical hospital gown. Her face was pale and tear stained, and her body still trembled. Steve glanced towards the door, and the doctor nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Stacy? I’m Denise Rhodes from the Rape Crisis Centre. This is Sergeant Richards with the police department. Do you feel up to talking to us?"

"Do I have to?" Stacy asked in a little girl voice.

"No, you don’t have to, but we can’t help you if you don’t." Denise took her by the hand. "We’re only here to help, Stacy. You can trust us."

"Okay. I guess." Stacy nearly whispered as she looked at the floor.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Denise asked as Steve took out his notebook and pen. Officially, this was his case and he should be doing the questioning. He knew, however, that Stacy Collins would be much more prone to open up to Denise than to him. Steve was the type of cop that cared more for results than for regulations.

"I, umm, I got off work and …. and drove home. I let myself in and …. they … they were w-waiting for m-me." The tears began welling up in her eyes and her voice cracked. "They … they t-told me that … if … if I didn’t d-do wh-what they said … they said … they said … that they would k-kill my b-baby."

Denise put her arms around Stacy and allowed her to cry on her shoulder. After a few minutes, she was recovered enough to continue.

"They … they t-took me into the bedroom … and … and …they m-made m-me do th-things. I didn’t want to!" she looked rapidly between Steve and Denise. "I didn’t want to! I h-had to protect m-my b-baby!"

Once more Stacy broke down and Denise comforted her. When she finally settled down, Steve stepped forward and in the gentle voice that many big men have asked "Mrs. Collins, did you ask these men not to hurt you because you were pregnant?"

Stacy looked confused for a moment, then said "N-no. I … I didn’t. I never said … anything. They did. They s-said …. said ‘I’ll k-kill you and the l-little bastard you’re carrying."

Steve stepped back and let Denise continue as he scribbled rapidly in his notebook. As Stacy Collins told her story, Steve felt first anger, then rage and finally a cold hatred for the men he was now hunting.

********************

The interview had lasted another hour while Denise had gradually, gently got all the details of the crime from Stacy Collins. Steve had recorded it all in his notebook. The two of them now sat across from each other in Steve’s office at Police Headquarters.

"They sure didn’t leave much to go on, did they, Steve?" Denise asked after sipping coffee from an old china mug.

"No they didn’t. Real pros, seems like. Nobody saw them enter the condo, nobody saw them leave. No strange vehicles noticed in the area. No finger prints. Ski masks so the victim can’t describe them. No, they didn’t leave much at all."

"Then what do you do, Steve? You don’t even have a starting point for an investigation."

"I wouldn’t go quite that far. It’s not much, but I do have a small thread to start tugging at."

"And just what might that be, oh great Sherlock?"

"How did Mrs. Collins look to you, Denise?"

Denise looked confused. "Well, she looked pale and battered. She looked like she wanted to be sick to her stomach. She looked just like someone who had been through a terribly traumatic experience. So what?"

"Did she look pregnant?" Steve asked.

"What? Well, no. No, she didn’t look pregnant. She isn’t far enough along to be showing. So what?"

Steve stared at Denise without saying a word, a small, grim smile on his lips. Denise didn’t know what he was getting at. Why even ask …. then her eyes bulged and she looked over at Steve.

Denise slapped her hand on the desk and nearly shouted "She isn’t showing! Of course! So how did the rapists know that she was pregnant?"

"Now you have it, my dear Watson! How indeed did they know? At least one of them had information of a personal nature about Mrs. Collins. Neighbour? Co-worker? Co-worker of her husband? Friend of the family? Somewhere there is a connection. Granted, it isn’t much, but I’ve started cases with less."

"Well start this one, Steve, and get those bastards. Get them before they kill somebody."

Rape Story by luckytom44

Rape story by Polly

My name is Polly. I’m 17 years old and I want to tell you about something that happened to me an about 2 years ago.

When I was still quite young and just coming to terms with the changes that puberty was bringing about, I experienced something that would change my life forever. It happened like this…

It was a glorious summer day and it was the last day of term. I was on my way home from my school, which was about 2 miles from where I lived. Sometimes I would catch the bus that went to my village but this day I decided to walk across the fields, which would bring me out behind my house. It was such a wonderful day I fancied the fresh air.

After I had been walking for a few minutes, I noticed the sky growing dark. Looking up, I could tell there was a storm on its way. I had not expected this, and had not brought a coat. All I had on was my thin white school blouse and my short grey skirt. It was too hot for tights and I’d not put a vest on (My boobs weren’t big enough for a bra yet).

I was a very shy girl. All my school friends had started growing breasts way before me and were talking about boys all the time, who they’d kissed and who they’d let grope them. I’d never even had a kiss yet, all the boys wanted girls with big boobs, not me and not me.

I was ashamed of my tiny boobs and dreaded the thought of being rained on and my blouse going see-through. The embarrassment would kill me if I had to walk into my house with my boobs showing through my top. My brother would really make fun of me then! So, I started to run, but as I did the sky opened and huge drops of rain started to fall from the sky. As I felt the first few drops hit my bare arm, my heart fell.

I looked around for somewhere to hide. My blouse was already wet, so I decided I’d have to find somewhere sheltered to dry out before I could go home. About 100 metres away there was a big old tree, with branches that came right down to the ground and thick leaves. That looked perfect.

I pushed the branches apart and entered the gloomy light underneath. As my eyes started to grow accustomed, I realised there was someone else there. I recognised him as one of the older boys in the village. He was always hanging out on the street corners, he was a bad piece of work, or so my mum said. I turned right around to go back, but he called out to me.

‘Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you mate. Take cover with me for a while.’

I could hear the rain outside, and he sounded genuine, so I turned back and sat down with him. I had totally forgotten my blouse must have been totally see-through by now. He offered me a cigarette, but I refused. Then he said something strange.

‘I can see right through your blouse, you know. I can see your tits…if that’s what you call them.’

I flinched and put my arms over my chest to cover up.

‘Don’t do that, I want to look at them.’ He said, tugging at my arms. I resisted and tried to stand up, just to get away from this horrible man.

‘You’d better not start any trouble, or you’ll be sorry little girl,’ he snarled at me, making me jump, ’sit back down here and show me your tits.’

A wave of terror washed over me. What did he want from me? Why was he doing this? I was scared to do anything that would upset him. I thought he would kill me if I refused, so I sat back down.

‘Take off your blouse.’ He ordered.

I could feel myself flushing, my face must have been scarlet as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. He shouted at me to hurry up, so I finished undoing my blouse and held it open so he could see the tiny bulges and small pink nipples on my chest. He stared at them for a little while, making strange little noises, then I started to do up my top again, getting up to go. I’d done what he wanted, now I was so ashamed of myself, I just wanted to go home.

‘Not so fast little lady, now I want to see the rest. Take all your clothes off now, I want to see you naked.’

‘But I don’t want to, you’ve seen my tits, please let me go home.’ I pleaded.

At this, the man pulled out a knife from in his boot and pointed it at me.
‘You had better do as you’re told missy, one more wrong move and I’ll cut your pretty little face to shreds, now get naked.’

I was petrified. Every muscle in my body was quivering with fear, but I knew I had better do it. I thought back to the girl they found out here a couple of years ago, her throat cut and naked. I wondered if I would be next. I figured I’d better do as he says and hope it will all be over soon.

I reached around and undid the clip on my skirt. Kneeling up, I unwrapped it and put it down in front of me. Underneath I had a pair of thin white panties with little pink flowers on. I felt so embarrassed about my little girl appearance and so ashamed of my dirty behaviour that I almost cried, biting my lip as tears started to well in my eyes.

‘Get those knickers off, then. Let me see your little pussy.’

I had only started puberty a year before, later than all my friends and had heard them talk about how much hair they had there, but I still only had really wispy hair down there that was just sort of downy and fluffy. I cringed at the thought of showing this man how immature I was, but I had to do as he said. I slowly peeled my knickers down to my knees, kneeling in front of him, feeling his eyes looking me up and down.

‘Well, you’re just a little girl’, he said, ‘I think I’d better teach you how to be a woman.’ With that he started to move towards me. I couldn’t really work out what he meant at the time, but I didn’t like the sound of it one bit. I decided to make a run for it, it was my only chance.

I stood up and turned, making a run for the open, away from this monster, but I’d forgotten my knickers. They were still around my knees and they tripped me up, flat on my face. Before I could get back up, he was on me, grabbing me and flipping me over onto my back. I tried to scream but before I could take a breath he had his hand over my mouth and nose, stopping me from breathing. He held the knife to my throat.

‘Make one sound and you’re dead.’ He threatened. I believed him.

He took off his belt and strapped it around my wrists, holding my arms above my head. Looking around he found a thick stick and drove it into the earth, through the buckle, pinning me down.

He took a step back, looking me up and down. I saw him unzip his flies and start rubbing his dick in his trousers. He told me how he liked my ‘cute little body’, rubbing himself all the while. After a minute or two of this, he asked me, ‘how old are you?’, ‘nearly sixteen’, I lied. ‘Have you ever fucked a boy before?’ ‘NO!’ I said, ‘never.’ He carried on, ‘ever done anything with a boy?’ ‘Like what?’ I really didn’t know what he meant. ‘Ever seen a boy’s cock, that’s not family?’ he asked, ‘No.’ I admitted.

‘Well I’m goanna teach you something you’ll need to know soon enough.’ He told me, smiling…

He started playing with my tits, which was really painful, because they were still growing and they’d been really tender recently. I cried out, but he just slapped me across the face, yelling at me to shut up. He grabbed at them again, squeezing what flesh there was and pinching my puffy little nipples.

‘Seeing as you won’t shut up, you’re first lesson will be how to suck cock. Hopefully that’ll keep you quiet.’

He moved towards me, pulling out his cock. I’d seen my brother’s, but that was tiny compared to this. It was huge. He straddled my head and pushed it against my lips. I pressed them closed, hoping to stop him putting it in, but he just grabbed my face and prised my jaw open. I felt his hand on my forehead, holding it against the ground. He pushed and I felt his cock part my dry lips and slide into my mouth, first just the end, but then more and more. It was going all the way to the back of my mouth, and he just kept on pushing until it was down my throat. I was gagging and choking, desperate for air, but he didn’t care. He pushed and pushed, sliding his cock in and out of my throat, I felt so sick and so suffocated, I thought I would pass out, but just then he pulled it back out, trailing a string of my saliva with it.

‘Take a deep breath you little whore, I’m goanna teach you what a man’s come tastes like.’

I begged him to stop, ‘please don’t do this to me, I’ll do anything…’

‘I know you will’, he said, then shoved his big cock back into my mouth, pumping it harder this time, and faster and faster for what seemed like ages, until suddenly I felt it jerk in my mouth. A warm, wet gooey stuff started trickling down my throat, I had to swallow to stop myself choking on it, it tasted like nothing I’d ever tried, all salty and horrible. He pulled his cock out and I opened my tear-stained eyes to see a glob of milky stuff coming out of the end. I guessed that was what I’d just swallowed. He grabbed my face again and held my mouth open. I felt another two drops fall on my tongue. I tried to spit it out this time, but he held my lips closed. ‘Swallow it you whore,’ he said. So I did. I hated it, I hated him, but I knew I had to do what he said.

He stood up and went to sit back down by the trunk of the tree. I asked him if that was it and could I go now. I was crying and I just wanted my mummy to make it all right again.

‘You must be fucking joking!’ he said, ‘you see, you’re still a virgin and I don’t think I should leave you like that. Give me five minutes and we’ll carry on the lesson.’ He lit a cigarette and stared at me.

‘Please let me go. I don’t want it to be like this, I wanted it to be romantic, not like this. Please, please let me go, I won’t tell anyone.’ My begging fell on deaf ears, he just sat there and looked at me. I started really sobbing there and then, I just couldn’t help it. I had planned on losing my virginity to a boy I loved, somewhere romantic. I didn’t want this man inside of me. I’d heard it really hurts the first time and I was just not ready.

‘If you don’t shut up now, you’re in deep shit missy.’

I tried to stifle my sobs but couldn’t. He stood up and walked over, I flinched fearing the worse, but he just picked up my panties and crammed them into my mouth. He told me he was finished with my mouth now, so it doesn’t matter if he plugs it up. Terror welled up again and I tried to scream, but with my knickers in my mouth, nothing came out but a muffled noise.

The rain was still coming down really hard. I knew nobody would be out walking today, so I had no hope of anyone finding me or saving me. Thoughts were whirring around my head, I was so scared I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me up. Rainwater was starting to trickle along the ground and I could feel it on my back, making me shiver.

‘You cold, honey?’ he said, noticing me shaking. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll be warm enough, soon.’

He came back over to me, his trousers still undone and his cock standing out in front of him. He knelt down next to me and started stroking his hands over my body, starting with my boobs, then moving down over my belly to my thighs. I held my legs together as hard as I could as he tried to push his hand between them, but I wasn’t strong enough and he shoved his hand right where my privates are. I could feel his fingers stroking it up and down…it kind of tickled, but felt horrible at the same time. I started sobbing again, but he ignored me and carried on molesting me, pulling my legs apart and looking at my bits.

‘I think you’re about ready for lesson two.’ He said, getting between my legs and lying down. He started kissing my neck and my tits, biting me and hurting me. I tried to cry out, but my panties muffled the noise. I just screwed up my eyes and turned my head to one side, just hoping it would all stop soon.

He lay down on top of me, still kissing and biting me, I felt his hand go between my legs and felt something pushes up against my private parts. This is it, I thought, he’s actually going to have sex with me now, I couldn’t believe what was happening. I wanted to ask him to stop, not too hurt me…but I couldn’t.

I heard him grunt and push against me, then a red-hot burning pain spread through my belly as I felt something give way inside me, breaking, tearing. I screamed into my panties and fresh floods of tears came to my eyes, the pain was worse than anything I’d ever felt. Then he pushed again, the pain doubled and I thought I’d faint, fighting back the nausea welling in my stomach. He just kept pushing and pushing me, hurting me more and more, driving him into me, stretching me wide open.

Suddenly he grabbed my face, turning it towards him and pulling the knickers roughly from my mouth. ‘How is it for you then, baby?’ He asked me.

‘Please stop it, you’re hurting me.’ I pleaded with him, ‘I’ll do anything, please stop hurting me.’

‘I’m afraid that’s not possible.’ He told me in a cold voice. ‘Now you’re never going to learn anything if you don’t watch what’s happening to you. With that he got back up on his knees, his cock slipping out of me with a slurping noise. The relief was amazing; I felt my battered, stretched insides closing back up, the pain slowly subsiding, but not totally going away.

But then he grabbed my ankles, pulling them wide apart and pushing them up towards my head. I felt so exposed in that position, my bits spread open wide for him to see and use. Wedging my legs in position with his, he put one hand behind my head, pulling it forward so I was facing him, my neck stretching and cracking. I squeezed my eyes shut, both in pain and fear. I didn’t want to see what was happening, but he wanted me to.

‘Open your eyes, bitch!’ He shouted, slapping me hard across the face with his spare hand. I did as he said, opening my tear flooded eyes to see a blurred image of his face smiling insanely at me. He forced my head further forward and I could see my legs spread wide, between them was my wispy triangle of hair and I could see the tops of my vagina lips. Behind that was his big cock hanging there, my blood smeared red all over it. He held it with one hand, still holding my head with the other and guided it back towards my entrance, stroking it, making it bigger still.

Fear rushed through my belly again as the thought of more of that pain entered my head. I pleaded with him not to do it any more, but he totally ignored me and pushed his cock against my lips, parting them with his fingers. I could see it stiffen and he pushed it slowly in. I felt myself stretch as he pushed it in; the pain was like he was putting a knife up there. I watched as inch after inch slid inside me, the pain increasing with every bit. I felt it come up against something inside me; I was totally full up inside, it was so much deeper in this position. There was still an inch or so of his penis that was not inside, he pushed harder and harder, I thought he’d split me open, I thought I was going to die from the pain. Then I felt something give way inside me and a new wave of agony filled my belly. He moaned and started pumping himself in and out slowly, getting quicker and quicker, the pain was too much to bear and I felt myself passing out.

‘Do you like me fucking your little virgin womb?’ he snarled at me, but I could barely hear him over the rushing sound in my head and couldn’t understand what he was asking me.

He pumped and pumped me and my head was spinning from the pain, my belly wracked with searing pain. I was willing myself to pass out, so I could wake up when it was all over, but I stayed awake, experiencing every second of my living nightmare. How much longer can this go on, I thought. Just then I felt his cock growing even bigger in my torn, bleeding vagina. I stifled my screams for fear of him hurting me as he drove his penis right into me, his bone crashing into mine and his balls slapping against my bum. He grunted and held himself there, his cock completely buried in me, twitching and jerking. I felt a warmth spread into my ravaged innards, and knew he’d done what he did in my mouth. It seemed to go on forever, I just wished he’d get this thing out of me. He collapsed on top of me, winding me and crushing me to the floor. After a few seconds he got up, pulling him out of me, then moved up towards my head. I could see my blood in blobs all up and down his now softening penis and strings of the white gooey stuff dripping off it.

‘Clean me up now little one, look at the mess you made of my cock!’

He opened my mouth with his hand, I was too weak and exhausted from what had happened to me to resist and just let him do whatever he wanted so he wouldn’t hurt me any more. He put his soft penis into my mouth, telling me to suck it clean; it tasted foul and I nearly threw up, but I did as he said, tasting the saltiness of his stuff and my blood mixing with another taste I didn’t know. When it was totally clean, he pulled his dick out again, smiling and complimenting me on how well I’d done. I just laid there quietly, wanting him to go now and leave me alone, thinking it must all be over.

He sat back down, touching himself again and looking at my body. He stared for a while at my bloody, ravaged vagina before I realised he was getting off on it and closed my legs again, despite the pain between them.

‘Two down, one to go.’ He said. I didn’t understand what he meant.

‘What do you mean?’ I sobbed.

‘That’s two of your virginities gone, only one more to go and you’re a free girl.’ He replied.

I was puzzled. The bastard had taken my virginity that was it. I couldn’t think what else he could do to me, nobody ever told me I had more than one virginity.

‘I don’t understand.’ I said, my voice still quivering.

‘You’ll see soon enough.’ He replied. My heart thumped with fear, my mind racing to work out what he could possibly mean. Then I realised, there was only one other place he could be meaning. Surely you can’t put something that big up there? When I was younger, I had tried to put a finger up there to see what it was like and that was hard enough. My head swam with fear again as he stood up and moved towards me again, his dick big again in his hand.

He flipped me over roughly onto my front, the stones and sticks grazing my belly and breast and the rainwater cold against me. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. My heart rose into my throat, I knew he was going to do what I feared worst of all. Then I felt his penis nudging against my bum-hole, pushing against it harder and harder. The fear and panic made me clench against his thrusts and for a while he couldn’t make it goes in. Just trying made my bum hurt and I hoped he wouldn’t manage to actually get it up inside me, for I knew that would be much worse. He took his cock away and I though for a second he was going to give up, but then I heard him spit and felt a glob of saliva drop onto my anus. Then his cock was back up against it, pushing again, stretching me. I could feel myself stretching and giving, letting him inside my bum. The agony was unbearable as he grunted and trusted, he must have only got half of the head in my the feel of it and I was stretched as far a I thought possible when, with a big grunt, he shoved it inside.

I screamed out as the pain seared through my bum, I could feel something tearing inside, burning pain flooding my arse. I couldn’t stop screaming and crying out with the agony; I knew he would be angry but I couldn’t help it. He held his hand roughly over my mouth and nose, stifling my screams and started pumping me savagely with his cock. It felt so big inside me that I was sure I’d burst. I could feel his cock pushing against my innards, making me choke and gag, his hand on my face stopping me from breathing or shouting.

For what seemed like hours he pumped my bum with his cock, each thrust an agonising ordeal as he plundered my ragged rectum. This time went on longer than the others, I’m sure, but the time was blurred as I passed out once or twice, only waking back up as he slapped me round the face, before passing out again as he pumped harder and faster inside me. I heard the now familiar grunting noise just as I thought it would never be over and he gave one last massive thrust, piercing me deeper than ever before. I felt his cock twitching and the warm stuff shoots up inside me as I passed out one final time.

When I woke up, I was still under the tree, totally naked and shaking from the cold. The sun was going down and I realised it must be late. I had no idea how long it had gone on for and how long I’d been lying there. I slowly got up, aching all over and with a searing soreness between my legs. Looking around, I realised that he’s taken my clothes away, leaving me totally naked and humiliated. Standing up I felt something trickling down my legs; looking down I saw my blood and his stuff dripping down my inner thighs, coming from my torn vagina. I felt my bum with my hands and that too was wet with blood and semen and too sore to touch.

I started sobbing with the realisation of what had happened to me and all of a sudden wanted nothing more that a big cuddle from my mummy and for everything just to go away. I turned and left the scene of my horror, ignoring the dark wet patch of blood where I had been lying, and started to walk home. I must have looked a state with my hair tangled and covered in leaves and twigs, my body bruised and scratched and trails of blood running down my legs. I didn’t care, I just wanted to go home.

I identified the man to the police when they came. My mum insisted on calling them, even though I was too scared of what the man would do if he found out. They arrested him and he went to prison, they had more than enough forensic evidence to convict him.

He’s still in prison now and will be for many more years to come, but it will never make things better for me. I can’t sleep at night and never walk anywhere alone. I don’t think I can ever trust another man again.

In case you were wondering…this is all a pack lies. This is my personal fantasy and never happened to me and I’m glad it didn’t. I know the difference between fantasy and reality and though I may play this out with my boyfriend, no real man would ever play it out for real.

Lori wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings as she parked her car on the curb that night (the house she rented had no garage) and walked toward the front door. Her lawn was pretty well lit but there was one dark, shaded area through which she had to walk. Upon entering it she was suddenly grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was clamped down over her mouth.

“Don’t move or make a sound or I’ll kill you,” came a male voice from behind her. “Is that clear?”

Paralyzed with fear she nodded. The hand was removed from her mouth and she stood like a statue, hardly daring to even breath. He took hold of her wrists and brought them together behind her back. She felt a pair of padded handcuffs being snapped shut on them.

“Close your eyes, Lori,” the man commanded. “And keep them that way. If you so much as blink I will gouge your eyes out. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered as she obediently closed her eyes.

Her mysterious attacker turned her around so that she was facing him. She thought of trying to catch a quick peek at his face but was too afraid to risk it. Besides, here in the shadow of the tree, it was probably to dark to make out his features anyway.

“Get down on your knees,” she was told. She obeyed.

“You are going to suck my cock,” the man told her. “You are going to do an extremely good job and are going to swallow every drop. Do you have any questions?”

She shook her head.

“Very good,” he went on. Then he put his hand around her throat, “And I don’t think I need to warn you that, if you even think of biting, you will be dead in half a second. Now be a good girl and open up.”

Lori had never liked oral sex and didn’t go down on guys. This time, however, she wasn’t being given a choice. Taking the large, stiff member in her mouth she began dutifully licking and sucking it. She was careful not to even let her teeth touch his skin and prayed desperately that she did a good enough job to please him. He took hold of her hair and began controlling the pace at which her face moved up and down his cock. He didn’t say a word to her or give her any acknowledgement as a human being. It was as if she was just a mindless implement of his pleasure. Finally he stiffened and began pumping his hot cum into her mouth. Obediently she gulped it all down. When he was finished, he made her lick the last drop off the head of his cock. Then he stood her back on her feet and removed the handcuffs telling her, “I’m leaving now, Lori. You’ll hear my car start and drive away. If you move or make a sound before the sound of my engine fades I will come back and kill you. Do you understand that?”

She nodded.

“Good,” he went on. “Also, you are not to tell anyone about this. If you do, I will have to punish you very severely. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

Without another word he left. Afraid to do otherwise, she remained immobile and silent, her eyes still closed, until she could no longer hear his car then she literally ran into the house, locking the door behind her. Up to this point she had been too frozen with fear to cry but now she broke down and began to bawl uncontrollably as she made a beeline for the bathroom. She rinsed her mouth and gargled repeatedly in a desperate attempt to rid herself of his vile taste. Finally, after pulling herself somewhat together, she called the police. A female detective by the name of Renolds was dispatched and the first thing she said upon arriving was, “We need to get you to the emergency room.”

“I’m all right,” Lori replied. “He didn’t hurt me thank God.”

“You still need to go to the hospital,” Detective Renolds persevered. “So that they can take some vaginal and annul samples for DNA evidence.”

“There won’t be any,” Lori responded. “He didn’t do it —- um —- in those places, just in my mouth.”

“Well, there might be some seminal residue left in your mouth,” the police officer explained.

“Um,” Lori replied sheepishly looking downward. “I gargled.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Renolds told her disapprovingly.

“I didn’t think,” Lori answered lamely.

“Well,” the detective continued. “Maybe there are some fingerprints on your clothing. It’s a long shot but worth a try.”

“He wore gloves.”

“You said he handcuffed you?”

“Yes.”

“There isn’t any chafing or bruising on your wrists.”

“They were padded.”

The detective looked at her strangely then remarked, “Let me see if I have this right. You were accosted in your front yard but there were no witnesses.”

“I told you,” Lori said. “We were in the shadow of the tree. It is dark there.”

Renolds nodded and went on, “You have no bruises or marks and you washed away the evidence.”

“I told you!” Lori answered defensively. “I was in shock and wasn’t thinking rationally. I just wanted to get his taste out of my mouth!”

“He forced you to have oral sex but never raped you.”

“He DID rape me! He orally RAPED me!”

“All right,” Renolds conceded. “He orally raped you but never attacked you vaginally or anally. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“You said you couldn’t see him. Do you have whatever he used to blindfold you with?”

Lori was beginning to see how implausible her story was, “He — he didn’t blindfold me, he — um — he told me to keep my eyes shut.”

“And you did it?” the other woman asked. “Even as he was driving away?”

Lori nodded, “He said if I moved or opened my eyes while I could still hear his engine he would come back and kill me.”

“You were still in the shadow of the tree, how would he have known?”

“I didn’t think of that at the time. I was too scared. Maybe I should have but I didn’t. You don’t know what it was like. You aren’t like other women. You have a badge and a gun. I was completely helpless and TERRIFIED!”

“All right,” the detective said at last. “I will see what I can find out.”

When she was alone, Lori realized that the detective didn’t believe her. She thought Lori was some sort of neurotic who had made the whole thing up for attention. She knew then that the police would never catch the guy. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even look for him!

The days passed, then the weeks. Finally, months later, Lori had started putting the ordeal behind her (though she always gave the shadow of the tree a wide berth when coming home at night). Then one night when she had had to work late and her car was the last one in the parking lot, just as she opened the driver’s side door, WHAM, something hit her hard from behind forcing her down over the seat face down, her knees outside on the pavement. The weight of a man’s body pinned her down and a hand was, once again, clamped down over her mouth.

“You know the routine,” his voice told her. “Keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut.”

Lori closed her eyes and nodded. The hand was taken away and her wrists were once again cuffed behind her.

“You were a bad girl, Lori,” the man told her. “You were told not to tell but you disobeyed, you went to the police. What did I tell you would happen if you did that?”

“P-please!” she begged. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Answer the question,” he insisted. “What did I say would happen?”

“Y-you said I w-would b-be pun-pun-punished!”

“That’s correct,” he went on. “I am going to fuck you now then you will be punished.”

With that Lori felt the back of her dress being lifted then her panties pulled down.

“Oh God!” Lori shuddered when she realized what he was going to do. “Please not there! I’ll suck you again! I’ll do it very good! Just please don—!”

WHAP!

He smacked her across the back of the head and growled, “I TOLD you to keep quiet! I don’t want to hear another peep out of you.”

With that, the man proceeded to ass rape Lori. The pain was EXCRUCIATING! She bit down on her lip in order to keep from crying out. She had only let a man try to do it there once and he had used lubrication and been gentle but still she called a halt to it when he was but an inch or so inside. This time there was no lubrication involved and he didn’t lay a gentle hand on her. He repeatedly thrust all the way in her and battered at her like a jackhammer. She felt like she wa s b eing scoured on the inside with sandpaper! Finally, he pumped his cum up her rectum and pulled out as roughly as he had entered. Lori just lay there sobbing pitifully.

“Now, Lori,” her rapist said to her. “It is time for your punishment. Don’t blame it on me. You brought it on yourself. If you hadn’t disobeyed I wouldn’t be doing this.”

The man reached down and ripped off her panties. Then he told her, “Open your mouth”, and shoved them inside. “You won’t be able to keep from screaming and I don’t want anyone to hear you.” Then Lori felt him take hold of her left little finger ———- and brutally WRENCH it out of place! She had never known such pain! She did indeed issue an agonized but muffled scream from behind the panties in her mouth and nearly fainted.

“I just dislocated your finger,” he told her calmly as she sobbed and moaned, tears streaming from her eyes. “You may go to the emergency room to have it reset but you are to tell them that you fell and injured it trying to stop the fall. If you disobey again this will be mild in comparison to the punishment you will receive. Do you understand?”

Still crying she nodded. “Good girl,” he remarked as he removed the handcuffs. “Now don’t move or open your eyes until I’m gone.” He got up from her and added, “By the way, you’ve got an asshole which is even better than your mouth.” With that he left.

Lori once again did as she had been told. She didn’t move a muscle or open her eyes until she was certain he was gone. She didn’t even dare take the torn panties out of her mouth until then. When she did finally leave she went directly to the emergency room of a nearby hospital.

“How did this happen?” the nurse asked.

“I was r—,” she started to say but then she stopped. She had disregarded his command not to tell before and it had gotten her this. “I fell and did it trying to stop the fall,” she said at last.

They reset her finger and put a finger splint on it and gave her a prescription for pain medication. This time she didn’t tell the police. She didn’t tell anyone. Again the weeks went by. The finger healed and her psyche did somewhat as well. Then, one night, as she lay alone in bed, she was suddenly awakened by a hand covering her mouth. She saw the silhouette of a man just before she was told, “You know what to do.”

Without having to be told, Lori closed her eyes, turned over onto her stomach, and offered up her wrists behind her back. He fastened the cuffs on them and turned her back over onto her back.

“You were a good girl this time,” he told her. “As a result, I won’t have to punish you.”

“Thank you,” she murmured in a small voice.

“The first two times were appetizers,” he told her as he opened her nightgown and slid her panties down her legs and off. “Now it’s time for the main course. Spread your legs, Lori.”

Like a robot, she did as she was told. The mystery man got between her legs. He had removed his pants and she felt the hair of his muscular legs against her soft inner thighs. His mouth descended upon hers, his tongue brushing against her lips in a wordless command to part them. She complied. His tongue entered and explored her warm, moist mouth. Then he began kissing and licking her throat and neck, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. His facial stubble scraped her tender flesh. He nibbled at her nipples and sucked and squeezed her breasts. Through it all, she lay there passively, her eyes closed. His hand went to her cunt. He stroked it then put his fingers inside probing and exploring. Finally she felt the head of his cock at her opening —- then he was inside her. He wasn’t particularly brutal but neither was he gentle and she winced with each of his battering thrusts. Finally he was done and got up.

“Well, Lori,” he told her. “We’ve the done entire gamut. I’ve done each of your holes. Do you know what that means?”

“What?” she asked in a flat, lifeless voice.

“It means you’re mine now. I own you. You’re my girl.”

He rolled her over and removed the handcuffs telling her, “I don’t like my girls wearing pants or putting their hair up. I also don’t like them wearing panties. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Later then.”

She kept her eyes shut until he was gone then she just lay there. She didn’t cry or freak out this time, she just lay there staring at the ceiling not moving. The next morning, when she dressed for work, she was careful to wear a skirt and blouse rather than the slacks she had planned upon wearing and under the skirt she wore no panties and her hair was down. As she drove she wondered with despair how long it would before he again raped her. That it would happen, and probably many more times, was something she had resigned herself to. She had also resigned herself to the reality that there was nothing she could do about it!

This Rape Story is written by the Master of Female Slaves.