Rape Stories.

Hi my name is Fred and my wife name is Cindy she is 30 5.6" 135 pounds beautiful face long brunette hair, 36 C Cindys best quality is her long legs and nice round plum ass it starts with a night out for us we have two children that keep us very busy and Cindy works full time as a paralegal.

Cindy knows I love this black mini skirt she hasn’t worn in a long time its very form fitting it ends about three inches up from her knee, it is very classy but also very sexy when she puts on these matching black pumps she looks great!

We go to dinner have a couple of drinks and split a bottle wine we both are starting to feel real good I rub her gorgeous legs under the table…… I can tell its going to be a fun evening we get into the car and on the ride over to the club I run my hand up her milky smooth legs start to rub her pussy from outside of her panties. She is really getting turned on I slip my finger into her and think to myself man, she is so nice and tight Cindy has only been with me. Even in college she never slept around.

We get to the club its very busy and loud, you can’t hear the person next to you. We check our coats in and right away all kind of guys are checking her out. I always loved that it made her feel sexy and I felt very proud to have such a babe for a wife. We have some b52 shots and dance, we where getting very drunk and having a great time. It was about then an old friend of my, Eric from the party days showed up with a couple of friends. They sat with us and we all had some drinks I could see they where all really checking Cindy out and she loved it really playing up to there attention.

Eric said he was having a little party at his house it should be fun we said we would drop by on our way home they left, we danced for a while more…….I asked Cindy if it made her horny all those guys checking her out she said even Eric tried to look up her skirt when she sat there she said when she crossed her legs once she opened her legs a little and gave him a little show she said his eyes almost popped out.

We got to his house and it was just him and his 3 friends they had been smoking pot and doing vodka shots. He made us a drink everything was going fine until one of his friends Tom tried to kiss Cindy when I was in the other room. He grabbed her and started to kiss her she pulled back and slapped him. I came running in just when he back handed her across the face and she fell two guys grabbed me and put hand cuffs on me and slammed me onto the couch.

I said what the hell is going on and Tom the big guy said we are going to fuck you little wife. With that they stood her up she was still dazed from the backhanded unzipped her dress it fell to the floor I couldn’t believe my eyes there was my little wife just in her little panties being groped by these 4 guys.

Man she is so hot nice tits bitch the one in front of her started sucking on her tits and kissing her neck one behind her pulled off her panties and said guys check out this ass its perfect then he was rubbing her ass she was crying and pleading please don’t do this Erie make them stop …. my friend ?

Eric had already taken off his pants and said hold her down on the floor I always wanted to rape this cunt. They laid her on the floor and held her arms, Eric got in between her legs spit on his fingers and rubbed her pussy then he put his cock in the entrance and said this is for teasing me at the club and pushed it all the way in Cindy screamed.

Eric said wow she is fucking tight man as he looked over at me as he was fucking her his buddies where cheating him on.

"Fuck the little bitch make her scream make those tits shake "

He was pumping getting close he said you’re just to tight bitch and came Cindy beg no just when she felt him pumping in her he finished then getup as he was rubbing his cock he said " Always wanted that.

Get her on her knees was the next thing I heard from the big guy Tom, the other two grabbed her bent her over a hassic and held her down. Tom pulled his pants down I couldn’t believe my eyes he had a huge cock 9 + inches he looked at me she is going to love this man.

He pushed it in her well fucked pussy pushing a little at a time she was moaning stretching screaming begging to stop he was in shear pleasure, he only had half his cock in her letting her get used to it then he really started driving her he said " Ok brace yourself bitch her we go and pushed it the rest of the way in she let out a curdling scream he laughed and said "Hey guys I think I have found some unfucked pussy, you have on nice cunt bitch he was fucking her and slapping her ass treating her like some kind of animal he picked up his pace groaning ya,ya,ya, as he was unloading in her then he got up and said " bitch you where the tightest fuck I ever had…….. Cindy just cried Bob your up.

Is all I heard I said leave her alone Eric just said shut up man if she is good to us we might let you go.

Great rape story by binder38us

Rebecca met the Nice Guy and his wife at the grocery store two weeks after she moved into the neighborhood. She found him charming and his wife small and mousy. Although Rebecca was in her late forties, she was tall and leggy. Her leotard she was wearing (she had just finished her evening work out) showed her curves and attributes. She could feel the Nice Guy’s on her as they spoke of work and home. It was an exciting and disturbing at the same time.

As they checked out, the Nice Guy whispered that he worked out of his home. If she like to come by for coffee, he’d love the company. Rebecca smiled and said she might take him up on it. The Nice Guy squeezed Rebecca’s arm. It was an act of a flirt, but that same feeling of unease crept up her back, and then vanished in the wake of the Nice Guy’s smile.

When Rebecca showed up at the Nice Guy’s front door two days later, he smiled at himself. He looked at her through the video screen of his security camera. Rebecca was dressed in a short black dress and heels. She looked great. Well, if the dumb bitch wanted it, he was going to give it to her.

A nervous Rebecca entered the Nice Guy’s home and smiled. She was usually did not chase married men, but there was something about this guy that…intrigued her.

The Nice Guy led Rebecca to stairs that led down to a basement.

“You have a basement?” asked Rebecca.

“I had it built for office space. Almost a second home down there. Come on.”

The Nice Guy started down the stairs and disappeared. A part of Rebecca’s mind began to scream for her to leave. Leave now.

“You coming, Rebecca?” The Nice Guy’s sweet voice overwhelmed her inner doubt and she walked down the stairs.

The stairs opened to a room dominated by chains hanging from the ceiling. Before Rebecca could react, the Nice Guy stepped up from behind her, put his hand over mouth, and a knife to her throat.

“Welcome to my office, Rebecca. Be a good girl and I won’t kill you.”

Rebecca nodded her head as the voice that had warned her not to go down the stairs whispered “I told you so” and disappeared to be replaced by fear.

The Nice Guy grabbed Rebecca by her hair. He pulled her away from him.

“Take off your dress, whore.”

“Please. Let me go…AHHH!”

The Nice Guy let go of Rebecca’s hair, slapped her face, and grabbed her hair again.

“Take…off…the…dress.” The Nice Guy angrily said each word.

Sobbing, Rebecca took off her dress. She had not worn a bra. She was now dressed only in panties, black thigh high stocking and her pumps. The Nice Guy twisted her right nipple. Rebecca cried out in pain.

“Only worthless whores don’t wear bras. I am going to have to punish you for your bad behavior, Rebecca.”

The Nice Guy dragged Rebecca to the middle of the room. He attached leather cuffs to her wrists. Each cuff was trailing a chain.

“Please don’t hurt. Oh God, please don’t. NO!”

As Rebecca begged, the Nice Guy grabbed a pulley chain and pulled on it. Rebecca’s arms were lifted over her head until she was standing on her toes.

“You are hurting me,” cried out Rebecca.

“Good. I told you I was going to punish you.”

The Nice Guy kneeled in front of Rebecca and slid off her pumps. He kissed her right foot and sucked her nylon-covered toes before attaching a leather cuff to the ankle. He did the same to the left foot and ankle.

The Nice Guy used his knife to slice off Rebecca’ panties and then shoved them into her mouth.

“That will keep your whore mouth quiet.” He started to rub Rebecca’s clit. She cried at his touch.

“This is what you wanted, Rebecca: me to fuck you. Well, you are going to get it. Get raped that is.”

The Nice Guy went back to the pulley chain and lowered Rebecca down so her feet touched the ground. Rebecca felt instant relief as the pressure was reduced on her arms.

Then the Nice Guy took the chain attached to her right cuff, ran it through another pulley in the roof, and pulled. Rebecca screamed into her gag as her leg was lifted in the air, above her head. The Nice Guy repeated the process with her left leg.

Rebecca was still screaming as the Nice Guy entered Rebecca’s suspended pussy. He raped her with slow deliberate strokes. He wanted the worthless whore’s pain to last as long as possible; and his pleasure of raping her.

Rebecca suffered. The pain was everywhere. It intensified with every stroke of the Nice Guy’s cock. When the Nice Guy came, the relief that this might be over matched Rebecca’s feelings of fear and shame.

The Nice Guy pulled out of his victim and stepped back.

“I would imagine you want me to let you down, My Whore.”

Rebecca nodded her head vigorously. Yes, yes, she thought. Let me down. Stop the pain.

The Nice Guy took his knife and ran it over her body.

“I could kill you right now, Rebecca. No one would know. You’d just disappear.”

Rebecca shook her head.

“Okay. I am not done playing with you anyway.”

The Nice Guy let down Rebecca’s legs. They collapsed under her, causing extreme pain to her arms.

The Nice Guy went back to the pulley and ratchet down Rebecca’s arms. Rebecca now totally collapsed to the floor.

The Nice Guy unlatched the leather cuffs from Rebecca’s wrists and ankles. He cleared them and the chains away. He pulled Rebecca’s panties out of her mouth.

“Can I go home now. Please let me go.” Rebecca’s voice was subdued. She was pleading for her life.

The Nice Guy gently stroked Rebecca’s hair. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.

“I am not done playing with you yet, whore.” He dragged Rebecca to the far wall of the basement.

Rebecca saw more leather cuffs attached to the wall.

“NO! PLEASE NO MORE,” begged Rebecca.

The Nice Guy slammed Rebecca face first against the wall. He grabbed her right wrists, pulled it above her head to one of the leather cuffs, and attached it to her wrist. He repeated the process with the left wrist and both ankles until Rebecca was spread eagle against the wall. She sobbed and begged through the entire process. That made the Nice Guy’s cock hard again.

With out another word, he drove his hard cock into a helpless Rebecca’s ass. Rebecca screamed as the Nice Guy raped her ass. He put his hand over her mouth as he pounded her ass.

“You are now a worthless whore, Rebecca,” whispered the Nice Guy in Rebecca’s ear. “This will teach you to chase a married man.”

The Nice Guy came with a hard final thrust into her ass. He took his hand off her mouth and pulled out of her sexy tight ass. Rebecca continued to cry. The Nice Guy took a deep breath, and put his knife to Rebecca’s throat.

“Shut up!”

Rebecca took a deep breath and reduced her sobs to a whimper.

“Now, Rebecca, I could still kill you right now. You know that, right?”

“Yes. Please don’t. I won’t tell anyone you raped me. I promise.”

The Nice Guy smiled, kneeled and unattached the leather cuffs on Rebecca’s ankles. He pulled off her stockings.

“Okay. But if you don’t, I can make you disappear. Understand?”

“Yes. Please let me go home.”

The Nice Guy undid the cuffs on Rebecca’s wrists. She slid down the wall, curled up in the fetal position, and sobbed.

The Nice Guy tossed Rebecca her dress.

“Get dressed. I get to keep the rest of our clothes.”

Rebecca pulled her dress back on. She felt so dirty and empty.

The Nice Guy kissed Rebecca’s cheek. “Thank you for a fun time, Rebecca. Don’t force me to kill you. Just go home, take a shower and forget about all this. Like you promised.”

“I will.” Her voice was as empty as her soul.

The Nice Guy led Rebecca up the stairs and out the door of his house. He watched her stagger home barefoot. He went back downstairs, collected Rebecca’s hose, pumps torn panties, and added them to his trophy trunk. He locked the basement door, fitted dry wall over the door and covered it with a large framed picture. It was not perfect, but his wife kept out of the area.

The Nice Guy had dinner ready by the time his wife returned home.

Rebecca took her shower and moved out of her home within a month. She kept her promise and never told anyone about her visit to the Nice Guy’s home.

by binder38us

The Nice Guy met Julie Anne and her husband during a church dinner. He took to Julie Anne right away: size 18, nicely dressed in a simple dress and hose. He also noticed that Julie Anne liked him as well. She brought him drinks, smiled and laughed with the Nice Guy when her husband was not around.

By the end of the night, the Nice Guy had won a invitation to Julie Anne’s home the next day to help her with some home repair. Since it was in the early morning, with her husband at work, the Nice Guy agreed. If the bitch wanted it, he was going to give it to her…

The next morning, Julie Anne checked her make-up in the mirror when her husband had left for the day. She was expecting company and she felt like a school girl again.

Not that she would do anything stupid, she was a Good Wife. But a little flirting…

The door bell rang and Julie Anne welcomed the Nice Guy into her home…

The Nice Guy smiled at Julie Anne. She was wearing a simple blue dress, tan hose and black flats. A strand of pearls were around her neck. Very Donna Reed. Very Sexy. The Nice Guy carried his tool box into the house. It was his rape kit, sans the condoms. He figured that if this cunt invited him in, she deserved the full treatment.

"So where do you want to start,"she asked smiling at him.

The Nice Guy slide is knife from his belt. "Your pussy."

Julie Anne stepped backed away in fear." What…?"

The Nice Guy grabbed Julie Anne by her hair and placed the knife to her throat.

"I said your pussy, Julie Anne. I am going to rape you."

Tears sprouted from Julie Anne’s face."Don’t..please…"

The Nice Guy pressed the knife tip to Julie Anne’s chin.

"I do what I want cunt. And so will you. Take off the dress. NOW!"

Sobbing, Julie Anne unzipped and worked her way out of her dress. She felt the Nice Guy use the knife to slice the straps on her slip and her bra.

"Take off the slip and bra."

"Please stop," begged Julie Anne. "I ‘m a married women…"

The Nice Guy whacked Julie Anne in the temple with the butt of the knife. Julie Anne would have slid to the floor, but he was holding her by the hair.

"If you were such a Good Wife, you’d never invited me in the house. Now do what I say or I will slice you. DO IT!"

The Nice Guy pulled Julie Anne to her feet. A stunned Julie Anne obeyed and now was only dressed in her pantyhose and heels. She felt the Nice Guy’s hands on her breasts.

"Very nice tits, Good Wife. What size?"

"38 C." Julie Anne flushed red from embarassment.

"Excellent. Now take me to your bedroom. Don’t try to run away: I will kill you."

The Nice Guy picked up the tool box and pushed Julie Anne ahead of him. Julie Anne slowly walked into the bedroom she shared with her husband.

The Nice Guy pushed Julie Anne on the bed. Taking duct tape from the tool box, he bound Julie Anne’s wrists in front of her. Julie Anne began to cry and her body shook with fear. This turned the Nice Guy on.

He tied her arms above her head and to the head board with nylon cord. He then used two more pieces of cord to bind Julie Anne’s legs above her head so she was spread and open for him. Julie Anne cried out in humilation and pain.

The Nice Guy pulled off Julie Anne’s heels. He kneeled between her legs and looked down at his latest victim.

"I am going to rape you now Julie Anne. You are about to go from a Good Wife, to a whore."

The Nice Guy took the tip of his knife and slit through the crotch of Julie Anne’s ‘hose and her panties. He began to suck and bite Julie Anne’s clit.

Julie Anne cried out as she felt the Nice Guy’s tounge on her most private parts. Something not even her husband did. It was revolting, and exciting. She felt the warmth of pleasure pass through her.

The Nice Guy felt the moisture of Julie Anne’s excitement on his tounge. He sucked harder, and slid a finger inside her pussy.

Julie Anne gasped as the Nice Guy sucked her clit as he pumped his finger in and out of her. She felt herself getting excited. More than she has ever. Her breath came quicker. She was going to…

"I’m CUMMING…NO…." screamed Julie Anne. Her orgasm racked her body with pleasure and shame. She had cum for her Rapist.

"Now you are My Whore," taunted the Nice Guy."You will never be a Good Wife Again."

And to make his point, the Nice Guy mounted Julie Anne and drove his hard cock into her.

Julie cried and cried as the Nice Guy raped her. She didn’t even feel as he pinched and slapped her large breasts. Even when the Nice Guy grunted and shot his dirty seed inside her, all Julie Anne could think of was that she had cum for the man who had raped her.

"You are a great piece of ass, Julie Anne. You are wasted on that turd you are married to." The Nice Guy rolled off her and watched his cum leak out of Julie Anne’s pussy.

"Untie me, please. It hurts." She looked up at her Rapist with pleading eyes.

The Nice Guy was about to untie her when he heard the front door open. He quickly placed the knife against Julie Anne’s throat.

"Not a sound," he whispered. Julie Anne nodded, eyes wide in fear.

The Nice Guy walked slowly out of the bedroom with his knife and was greeted with the sight a younger version of Julie Anne in a cheerleaders uniform.

Then it hit him; it was Meghan, Julie Anne’s eighteen year old daughter. She was an easy size sixteen, large breasts, blonde hair tied in a pony tail. His cock grew right away. This was like a Penthouse letter.

He moved slowly around Meghan.

"Mom, I’m home early. Mom…" , Meghan called out.

The Nice Guy put his hand over Meghan’s mouth and the knife and put the knife to her throat.

"I’ll take you to your Mom." He dragged the girl into the bedroom. Her eyes went wide as she saw Julie Anne tied to the bed.

"Look what I found," said the Nice Guy to Julie Anne.

Julie Anne pulled against her bounds.

"Don’t hurt her you bastard!"

The Nice Guy pressed the edge of the knife against Meghan’s throat.

"I will if you don’t behave."

Julie Anne calmed down. "Don’t please…"

The Nice Guy grabbed Megahn’s hair.

"If you don’t want me to hurt your Mother, you wil obey.Understand?"

"Yes…" said Meghan.

"Good, now bend over, put your hands on the bed."

Meghan obeyed. Tears fell from her eyes as she felt the Nice Guy slice through her spankies. She felt his lips on her clit.

"Watch me fuck your daughter, Julie Anne, or I will kill you both."

Julie Anne turned her tear filled eyes and watched her Rapist lick her daughter. Meghan tried to keep her face impassive, but she was giving in to the pleasure. Tears of shame welled up in her. She looked away from her Mother.

The Nice Guy rammed a finger into Meghan, then laughed.

"You are a fucking virgin!"

"Yes. Please stop.." begged Meghan.

The Nice Guy rammed his finger brutally inside Meghan, breaking through her hymen. Meghan screamed.

"Too late." The Nice Guy continued to pump his finger inside Meghan.

The initial pain passed, replaced by warmth. The Nice Guy sucked her clit.

"Oh God, what is happening…OH…!" Meghan screamed as her first orgasm took her.

The Nice Guy replaced his finger with his cock and pump in and out of Megahn’s tight pussy. Meghan’s pleasure was replaced with shame as the Nice Guy raped her.

When the Nice Guy shot his cum inside Meghan, she was relieved. But fear shot through her as the Nice Guy bound her wrists behind her with duct tape and pushed her to the floor. He then bound her ankles together.

The Nice Guy looked as his two Victims. Both were crying. Both had his cum drying in their pussys.

It had been a good morning.

He sat in a chair. The Afternoon was yet to cum…

Rape story by binder38us

The Nice Guy lived in an apartment complex that catered to college students. He rented an upper story apartment and spent afternoons looking out his window tracking likely victims. Who it was became a matter of timing and this afternoon Anna had won the draw.

At 5′ 7′ Anna was a nice big girl with a bubble ass and large breasts. The Nice Guy was watching the courtyard when he saw her come home. He knew that at 2pm on a mid-day afternoon no one would see him and that her roommates were four hours off from returning. The Nice Guy slipped on a pair of surgical gloves, made sure all his rape gear was in the inside pockets of his jacket, and walked over to Anna’s apartment.

Anna answered the door wearing a robe. The Nice Guy smiled at her and said he had locked his keys in his car and he needed to call a locksmith. Anna responded to his smile and let the Nice Guy in.

The Nice Guy waited until Anna had locked the door then grabbed her, hand over her mouth, knife to her throat.

"Do what I say, fat slut, and everything will be fine." He pressed the knife against her throat." Understand?"

Anna nodded, tears rolling down here cheeks. The Nice Guy lifted his hand off her mouth.

"Please don’t hurt me," she pleaded.

The Nice Guy turned Anna to face him, and back handed her across the face. The force of the slap slammed Anna against the front door and she slid to the floor.

The Nice Guy tore open Anna’s robe. She was nude beneath. The Nice Guy ran his knife over her breasts.

"Beautiful breasts, fat slut. What size?"

Anna whimpered. The Nice Guy grabbed Anna’s right breast and put the edge of his knife to it.

"Answer me or I will cut you," he threatened softly.

"40 ..d..don’t hurt me."

"Up to you, fat slut. Roll over on your face. MOVE!"

Anna did as she was told. The Nice Guy pulled off Anna’s robe and ran the blade of his knife over her back and butt. Anna whimpered in fear.

"Spread your legs, fat slut."

Anna spread her legs. The Nice Guy rammed a finger into her vagiana. Anna cried out in pain. The Nice Guy probed Anna like a doctor. With his other hand, he rubbed her clit.

The Nice Guy felt wetness building in Anna’s pussy. He heard here breath quicken.

"Yes, cum for me you fat slut. Cum for your rapist."

The Nice Guy increased the speed of his fingers. Anna came screaming and crying. The Nice Guy slapped Anna’s ass.

"See: you can be trained, fat slut. Now your ass is mine."

The Nice Guy slid a condom onto his stiff cock, grabbed Anna’s ass cheeks, spread them, and rammed his hard cock into her tight ass. Anna screamed. The Nice guy put his knife to her throat.

" Not a sound, fat slut. Take my cock in silence."

The Nice Guy smiled at the sight of Anna biting her lip to keep from screaming. He raped her for ten minutes, slapping her ass to add to her pain.

The Nice Guy pulled out.

"On your back, fat slut."

Anna slowly rolled over. The Nice Guy yanked Anna’s legs apart and rammed his cock into her pussy. He pounded her pussy, slapping her breasts as he took her.

Anna screamed and was rewarded with a hard slap to her face.

"Silence, fat slut. Not a fucking sound."

Anna bit her lip again and endured her rape in silence; even as the Nice Guy continued to slap her breasts.

The Nice Guy now slowed his strokes, taking his time. He called Anna every nasty name that came to his mind, including cunt. He smiled. Women hated to be called that.

As he felt himself building to a climax, he laid his body on top of Anna, wrapped his hands behind her head, and ploughed into her with all his strength. Deep, punishing strokes until he came.

Carefully, the Nice Guy pulled out of Anna and placed his spent condom in a plastic bag. He grabbed Anna by the hair and dragged her into the bathroom.

"Shower, fat slut."

A broken Anna obeyed. The Nice Guy watched, even reaching in to finger her clit once more until she came again. What a whore he thought.

The Nice Guy had Anna dry off and forced into her bedroom. He pushed her on to her bed and put his knife to her throat.

"You will not mention this to anyone. You have no proof. No fingerprints." He held up his gloved hands for Anna to see. "No semen. You were just having a bad day. Have a good cry and forget everything."

The Nice Guy leaned down and kissed Anna’s forehead. He pressed the blade of the knife against her throat.

"Don’t make me come back here and kill you. Understand, fat slut?"

Anna nodded, curled up in the fetal position on the bed and began to began to sob.

The Nice Guy left her there, collecting her robe to add to his trophy chest.

Every Nice Guy goes to the Library. The Nice Guy liked the local College Library: he could scope out the co-eds and it had reading rooms.

Reading rooms were nice quiet rooms that students could reserve. They would lock themselves inside to finish group projects. The Nice Guy saw them as an opportunity when it was a late Monday night and the majority were empty. He entered the library late one night wearing his rape jacket and his surgical gloves.

In the back of the library was his target: the Research Librarian Anna. She was a big sexy brown hair woman who always wore a dark skirt and white blouse and kept her hair in a tight bun.

Anna smiled when she saw the Nice Guy approach. He had been making small talk with her for weeks now and she welcomed his humor to her dull days of dealing with idiot students. So, when he asked her to open a reading room so he could finish a work project, she agreed.

As they walked toward the reading room, the Nice Guy put on his surgical gloves and slid his knife out of his pocket.

As Anna unlocked the door and pushed it open, the Nice Guy drove his shoulder into her back. Anna flew through the doorway and slammed off the conference table in the room.

The Nice Guy closed and locked the door. He reached down, grabbed Anna by her hair, and pulled her to her feet. He put his knife to her throat.

"Be good and I won’t kill you cunt."

"Don’t hurt me."

"That is up to you, cunt. Kick off your shoes."

Anna obeyed, her eyes on the knife on her throat.

"Now the skirt, cunt."

"No, please…."

The Nice Guy slapped her face and pressed the point of his knife at her chin.

"You are pissing me off, cunt. I will sever your head from your shoulders if you don’t obey me. Understand.?"

"Y..Yees…"

The Nice Guy kissed her on the cheek." Good. Take off the skirt."

Anna unzipped and slid off her skirt. She had a round ass, and the Nice Guy ran his free hand over it.

"So nice. Pull your pantyhose to your knees, cunt."

Anna pushed her ‘hose down. The Nice Guy took the knife from her throat, cut the waist band of her pink panties and yanked them off. He reached between her legs and began to rub her clit.

Anna tried to pull away, but the Nice Guy wrapped a forearm around her throat and pulled her close to him. Her bit her neck as he rubbed her clit.

The Nice Guy could feel the warmth of pleasure spread across Anna’s skin. He could see her large breasts heaving as her breathe quickened. He could feel her vagina becoming wet.

Anna cried out as she came. The Nice Guy kissed her neck.

"Good cunt. Now take off your blouse and bra. I want to play with your titties."

Crying in shame for cumming for the man who was raping her, Anna took off her blouse and bra. The Nice Guy groped and pinched her nipples. He ran the point of his knife over her the contour of her breasts. Fear gripped Anna.

"Pull up your pantyhose, cunt."

Anna slid her ‘hose over her body again. The Nice Guy pushed her down into a chair and kneeled in front of her.

He ran his hands over her nylon covered legs, then lifted her right foot to his mouth. He sucked her toes. He did the same with the left foot. Tears slid down Anna’s face.

The Nice Guy spread Anna’s legs, shoved his face into her crotch, and began to suck and bite her clit through her pantyhose. Anna cried out in shame…and pleasure.

It didn’t take Anna long to cum for the Nice Guy a second time. The Nice Guy smiled, stood, grabbed Anna’s ankles, and pulled her to the floor. She landed with a painful thump.

The Nice Guy took a scarf and tied Anna’s right wrist to her right ankle. He did the same to her left side with a second scarf. With the point of his knife, the Nice Guy slit open the crotch of Anna’s pantyhose. Anna was spread, helpless and exposed before him.

He stuffed Anna’s panties into her mouth, slid a condom on to his stiff cock, mounted Anna, and rammed himself inside her. Anna screamed into her gag as the Nice Guy raped her.

The Nice Guy slowed his strokes and rubbed her clit as he took her. He could see Anna arch her back in pleasure and felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she came for a third time. The Nice Guy smiled. He loved giving worthless cunts pleasure.

He pulled out of Anna and rolled her over onto her face. He made sure the gag was secure in her mouth before he slowly shoved his cock into her tight anus. Anna screamed into her gag as the Nice Guy began her final humiliation of the night: her sodomy.

The Nice Guy did not go slow this time. He took her ass hard and painfully, enjoying the muffled sound of Anna’s screams. He came quickly.

He lingered in her ass for a moment, then slowly pulled out. He carefully placed the condom into a plastic baggie. He untied Anna stripped off her pantyhose, and pulled her panties out of her mouth. Anna curled up in a fetal position and cried.

The Nice Guy let Anna cry for two minutes, gathered her clothes–except for her panties and pantyhose–and tossed them beside her. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Get up and get dressed, Anna. MOVE!" He waved the knife in front of her. Anna slowly dressed, stopping for a moment to look for her underwear.

"I have your panties and nylons, cunt. Finish dressing."

Anna slid on her skirt and zipped it up. She put her feet back into her heels. Tears were still falling down her cheeks.

The Nice Guy pushed Anna into a chair, kneeled in front of her, and placed the point of his knife under her chin.

"You will have a good cry and forget all this happened, Anna. I left no fingerprints," the Nice Guy held up his gloved hands. "I left no semen in you. Finish crying and return to work remembering that if you say a word, I will rape you again and then kill you. Understand?"

"I understand…" Anna said lasping into a crying jag.

The Nice Guy kissed her on the forehead, and left Anna in the reading room. He went home, showered and added the baggie and her underwear to his trophy chest….