Rape Stories.

by Rape Girl

I was this young beautiful Asian conservative girl brought up in a Western society. Fighting between the desires of a western culture and the conservatism of Asian culture, I grew up to be a conservative professional woman on the inside and an insatiable bitch for sex on the inside.

So I married conservatively to a young Asian doctor, surprising my deepest sexual desires in sex. But I could not surpass my deepest desires. Deep down inside, I felt guilty for having them, but also love to fantasize about the depraved sexual acts done to me. I often hide from my husbands rape videos to watch when I’m alone at home. Watching the videos, I imagine myself being the woman in it, and often masturbate myself to an orgasm in front of the TV set.

One day, while alone at home, I put a gang rape videotape in to watch. Seeing twenty men tied down a woman and savagely rape her turned me on tremendously. My fingers slowly found my cunt and fucking it. When I was in a frenzy of joy from the masturbation, I heard a knock on the door of my house. Frustrated with the distraction, I went to see who it was.

Looking through the peephole, I saw a serviceman standing there. "I didn’t call for service?" I thought to myself. But I opened the door anyway.

The man smiles to me, and suddenly pushed the door open wide and in came a group of men of mixed races. The men quickly over power me, tied my hands behind my back, carried me into the bed room and threw me on the carpeted floor. They were all wearing masks. There must have been fifteen or twenty of them.

One of them saw my TV set with still the rape video playing (I forgot to turn it off) and laughed.

"This bitch is a real whore boys. She really deserve to be raped."

All the men laughed and agreed. One of them even said.

"How about we make a video of this bitch being rape so she can watch herself. With a rich husband, she must have a camcorder lying around."

I saw some of the men going around to look for a camcorder. Finally they found my camcorder in my closet.

One of them started shooting me lying on the floor tied and bounded.

One man came over, used a scissor to cut my clothes off my body and tore it all out. I was laying on the floor naked. They use a big rope, hog-tied my body, circling it so tight around my tits that it popped up in an obscene manner. They blindfolded me and released the knot around my legs. I could feel dozens of hands all over my body pinching me. And two mouths sucking my breast and biting my nipples.

Someone played with my clit and inserted his fingers into my cunt. Founding that it was wet from my previous masturbation I heard him say.

"This fucking bitch is wet man! She’s a fucking slut."

All the men laughed, and one said.

"Fuck her now! Fuck this meat, I’m ready."

I felt myself being lifted, placed across a chair, and many hands forced my legs apart.

Suddenly, I felt a cock head at my pussy lips.

"Take this bitch!"

The cock suddenly slammed into my cunt with a brute force ripping my little Asian holes open. I screamed in terror. I never had such a big dick in my little snatch before, and when it slammed into my inner crevices with such brute force, the pain was unbearable. I cried and cried as the stranger held on my butt and pummelled his monster cock into my aching pussy hole, raping me savagely for his pleasure.

"Oh please, no, let me go." I begged in desperation.

"Shut that bitch up!" I heard one of the man said.

Someone grabbed me by the hair roughly, forced my head up that I face forward. I felt my mouth being forced opened wide and a large warm cock pushing its way down my throat.

"Bite on it and you’re dead bitch."

I was so scared for my safety, I didn’t have a choice but to co-operate with the assailant. My cries were now muted to a series of muffled groan. The man forcing his cock in my mouth began to enjoy the assault. I felt his cock growing larger and larger in my mouth and forcing itself deeper into my throat. Tears trickled down my face and I gagged repeatedly as he grabbed the back of my head with booths hands and started pounding his cock into my face. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin. All I could do was catch a breath whenever I can, between his strokes.

The man raping my pussy was also going crazy. He grunt like a wild animal in heat while he fucks me hard and deep. Taking his cock entirely out and slamming it hard back in. As he fucks me he slapped my butt hard with his hands. I felt my butt cheeks on fire from his assault. Some men even cheered his efforts.

"Yeah man, hit the bitch."

"Hurt the slut, she wants to be raped and hurt."

The other men gathered all around commenting obscenely about the fuck scene and the video shoot taking place.

"Shoot that bitch at this angle…"

"Yeah, zoom it closer…."

"I’ll turn on some more lights."

I was so terrified. What can I do. I was totally helpless and vulnerable to their assault. I felt reduced to a sub-human creature. What if my husband finds out about the video?

After a what seemed like eternal, caught between 2 cocks raping me, I felt the cock in my mouth grossed really big as he slammed into my mouth deep and hard one last time.

"Oh my god!" I shivered at the thought of him forcing me to eat his cum.

But he did. He kept his cock deep inside my mouth as he shoots his jims of cum straight down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it.

The guy fucking my pussy was also cumming. He slammed into me hard a few last time and came inside me. The thought I had on my mind was; "God, I’m not on birth control."

After the two men fucking me was spent, two other men quickly replaced their place. Forcing a new cock into my cum covered pussy wasn’t hard and I felt relieved because it didn’t hurt as bad. The cock forced into my mouth also was smaller than the first so I felt I had a bit of a break.

But the two men was definitely the enduring kind. They took forever fucking me with rhymic strokes. It seemed they got a rhythm between them. The one fucking my pussy would slam into me pushing me towards the cock in front of me and the guy in front would slam his hard buttocks into my face pushing me back into the other. I could just picture myself like a fuck meat skewered between two cocks. Somehow I lost the fears slowly and began to enjoy the assault on my helpless body. I remembered my fantasy of rape, how I wished I would be the woman in the rape videos I saw. Now I am in it.

"This would make a great fuck video." I heard one man say.

"Maybe we can sell it or post it on the internet or something." I heard another man replied.

"Hurry up you two, I want a piece of this cunt too."

I heard the men talking. But I didn’t pay attention much. I could feel myself slowly climbing to climax.

A while later, the men dumped their cum in my mouth and pussy and was finished with me.

"Lets get her into another position for the rape video shoots guys."

I felt a bunch of hands grabbed me, threw me on the floor on my back. They untied my hands, forced it to stretch above my head and tied it again. I tried to struggle, but it was in vain. They forced my legs apart and another dick rammed into my poor abused pussy. This time, the cock was rough and felt huge. I ripped into my pussy, causing waves of pains through my body. I felt that the man raping my pussy this time to be big and hairy. I could feel his weight on me as he slammed on to my body from above. With every push, he jerked my body on the ground hard. I could hear the obscene sound of flesh pounding into each other. I couldn’t take it anymore, I moaned and screamed in ecstasy and pain from the fucking.

"Look at the Asian whore, she’s enjoying it guys." The men laughed.

"Yeah, What a filthy bitch, I’ll shut her up good."

Soon, a man climbed on top of me, held my arms down and shoved his dick into my mouth. With the help of gravity, he slammed his body into my mouth even harder, raping my mouth like a cunt, pitiless to my tears and muffled cries.

The two men fucked me hard. I felt my body being well used as they slammed their fuck meat into my mouth and pussy. The cock stretched my pussy so much, I felt like it was about to tear. With every stroke, it slammed deep into the inner crevices of my sloppy pussy hole, causing my body to convulse under its whims. My body was covered with the smell of cum and sweat of mine and of the men who used me. I gave up hope of ending the men ravages to my body. Feeling the cock forcing into my mouth and pummelling in and out of my pussy in total darkness from the blindfold. I felt like a piece of fuck meat for the men to use. I can picture myself like a dirty whore being raped, used as a sex toy by these men as two of them fuck me and others roam their hands all over my body, pinching and squeezing my nipples. Isn’t this what I always wanted it ?

"Ah…god..this dirty cunt is a good fuck." The man on top of me moaned.

"Yes….yes….shit…this cunt’s lips fucks like a pussy man." The man raping my mouth yelled out too.

I could feel slutty self-starting to enjoy the fucking. I began to like the feeling of fullness being ravaged by two cocks at once. Waves of pleasure started to come in surges from between my legs, shooting up my spine. As my body build up to a massive orgasm, I grinned my mouth tight.

"Ah…god….yeah….tighter bitch." The man fucking my mouth screamed and rammed his cock deep into my mouth.

"Oh yes…squeeze it bitch.." The man fucking my pussy also screamed as my pussy lips tightened like a knot around his cock, sucking on it.

Both men gave out a scream and shot loads of hot cum into me.

As they pulled out, I laid on the floor all tired and used by the ordeal, I couldn’t move.

"Hey, lets have a scene of three hole fucking guys." I heard a man suggest.

"Yeah, this bitch needs all her holes used."

The men untied me, forced me up and impaled me on a new cock. They pushed me forward and suddenly a cock forced it way up my rectum.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh…….." I let out a scream in pain.

But quickly when I opened my mouth, a cock forced it way down my throat as a pair of hands grabbed the back of my head by the hair.

The three cocks began to pump into my body. I fell in and out of consciousness as they fucked my holes savagely, using my body like a fuck meat.

I don’t know how long it was, but I keep falling in a out of consciousness. There is time when I felt cum shooting inside my pussy, ass and mouth. All the men must have taken turns fucking me, never leaving any of my holes empty. I can feel pain and pleasure taking over my body with the few conscious moment I had.

Finally, I totally blacked out from the rough 3-way fuck.

When I came around, it was afternoon of the next day. I found myself on my bed. I was so tired I couldn’t get up.

I saw my husband sitting on the chair beside the bed in our bedroom and intently watching the TV.

I looked up to see what he was watching and I saw that he was watching my rape scene from a video. I saw my self-being fucked three ways by white man, a black man, and an Asian man with a horde of other men standing around stroking their cocks or sitting and drinking beer.

I was horrified inside. Looking at my husband I saw him lovingly looking at me and smiling.

"Are you ok dear?"

I was muted. I didn’t know what to say….. he saw all of it.

I looked to the TV set, and to my surprise. With a close up of the fuck scene, I saw my husband behind me ramming my asshole.

Looking to him sitting beside the bed, I was speechless. My ultra conservative husband was participating in my gang rape.

Behind the spectacles on his nose, he smiled and looked at me lovingly.

"I often saw you watching those rape videos and thought that I should make you happy once in our boring marriage. So I hired some people to play out your fantasies."

When I was in high school we had so many beautiful PE teachers on campus that for young inexperienced boys, it was heaven. I had the hots for one in particular. Her name was Susan. She was about 5′-3", perfect shape with a body that should have been in Playboy! She was a cock tease and everyone knew it including her. She always wore these tiny, tight sheer white shorts that never showed any panty lines. Was she wearing any or not?

I would soon find out. I watched her for about two weeks to see what she her routine was. She stayed late on Wednesday’s to work out after everyone was gone. I decided that next Wednesday was the day that I would make my move.

I came to school with all my "tools" in my backpack, ball gag, handcuffs, black mask, camera, video camera and any other necessary tools of pleasure! There were no cars on campus and the as hid in the girl’s locker room, I saw the janitor leave and Susan lock the doors.

This is perfect I thought as she was dressed in those same white shorts with a very tight tank top and to my pleasure, no bra! It was kind of cool in the locker room and her nipples were erect and hard! She went into the weight room and began stretching while I watched. She was spreading her legs so far apart while stretching that I was getting as hard as a rock. She started to lift weights and I started to get ready.

I put on my mask and got the ball gag out and my air pistol. Now it looked like the real thing so I didn’t see a problem with it. Susan was bench pressing and I came up from behind her and as she finished I grabbed her and she began to struggle. She was surprisingly strong but I played on the football team and was a lot stronger. I pushed the barrel of my gun to her head and told her to shut up or die. I put the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. I then handcuffed her wrists to the bench press. She was mine!

She began to cry and tried to get loose but it was no use. I took some pictures of her for my scrapbook and set up the video camera. I told her how sexy she was and that of all the teachers on campus, she was my choice for my first rape. She just looked at me in horror. I took out my knife and began to cut off her tight tank top exposing those perfect tits! I softly squeezed them and she let out a soft moan. I caressed them a little harder and started to pinch and squeeze her nipples. I started to suck on of them while pinching the other. I them ran my hand down her stomach and slowly rubbed her thighs and lightly brushed over her pussy. I asked her if she was wearing any panties.

I told her that I thought she never did and I needed to know. I asked her again and she nodded her head no. I asked her if she ever wore them and again she nodded no!

Now Susan was a dark hair brunette so if she weren’t wearing any panties then her dark pussy would show. I started to unbutton her shorts and she was trying to scream through gag but I just laughed at her and slowly unbuttoned her shorts and slowly unzipped them. I then reached under her ass a pulled them off. Boy were they tight! There it was! A clean shaven pussy. She looked so tight!

I took more pictures of her.

I told her to spread her legs wide for the camera. At first she refused, but when I placed the barrel of my gun at the opening of her pussy, she soon complied. d me angry so I took out some rope and tied one ankle to some heavy weights and the other to the door knob. I spread her as far as she was when she stretched.

She glared at me with a glare that could kill. I started to rub her slit up and down. She closed her legs tight and that mad me angry so I took out some rope and tied one ankle to some heavy weights and the other to the door knob. I spread her as far as she was when she stretched. Again, more pictures. I started to finger her. One, two then three fingers exploring her insides. She was beginning to get wet. My fingers slid in and out a lot easier.

I told her that I was going to go down on her now.

She shook her head saying no but I positioned myself between her legs and started to lick her sweet pussy. It was so wet and smooth! I was in heaven. I nibbled on her clit and she began to let out a soft moan.

I asked her if she liked it and again she said no so I kept licking, nibbling and sucking on her clit. This bitch was going to cum! I started to lick faster and faster pressing my tongue down hard on her clit. She was breathing harder and started to cum. Her body was jerking as she came hard!

I kept licking her telling her that she was giving a great performance for the camera. While she was recovering from her orgasm, I took my pants off revealing my 9 inches of young virgin manhood!

I went over to her and took the gag off and told her to suck my cock until I cum. She begged me not to make her do that but I forced my swollen fat cock into her tiny mouth.

I started to pinch her nipples real hard and told her that she was not doing a good job. She started to then suck real good. I told her to stop and started to rape her in the mouth. She was choking at first but soon relaxed just so it would be over with. I was getting ready to cum and started to pump faster. I told her that she needed to swallow it all and I would do nothing more to her. I started to cum and she swallowed! When I finished I pulled out of her mouth and she asked me to untie her because she did as I told.

I said sorry, but there is a little drop of cum running down her cheek so she didn’t swallow it all so now I had to fuck her.

She started to scream at me and I gagged her again. I went down on her some more until I got hard again. I untied one of her legs and started to rub the head of my cock along her pussy.

She was trying to say something so I took off the gag and she pleaded with me to use a rubber because she wasn’t on the pill.

I put the gag back on and laughed at her and told her that wasn’t my problem.

She tried to kick me and I slapped her ass real hard and told her to be a good girl. I positioned myself in front of her pussy and slowly pushed it in and started to fuck her. She was tight and wet and it was heaven! I pumped slow, fast, soft and hard for about 20 minutes.

I asked her if she wanted to carry my child in her. She nodded no and I said that I then needed to fuck her in the ass. She started to struggle again as I took some of her pussy juice and ran it along her little butt hole.

I then took my cock and had to force it in because she was so tight and virgin there. She was screaming from the pain but I got all 9 inches inside her and fucked her in the ass for 10 minutes and then pulled out and started to fuck her pussy again.

I was going to cum and told her I was going to cum inside her. She was crying and screaming as I shot my whole load into her pussy! It was an incredible feeling! It seemed like I was cumming forever. I finally finished and took a bottle out of my bag.

It was chloroform and I placed a towel of it over her face until she passed out. I took more pictures and untied her, dragged her to the shower and cleaned her up put her clothes back on and left her in the teacher’s office.

I still look at that video today!! My 10 year reunion is next month, maybe I need to go and see if she is there. We could have another reunion of our own!

It started out as a joke, a gag, but kinda went on from there. The idea took on a life of it’s own, became a paln, then evolved into a little secret society.
It really started with a party. I’d known my co-conspiriters mostly from elementry school, but a few joined in later. We wheren’t really a gang, but in our self deluded high school minds, we thought of our selves that way.
First, there was Tommy, our de-facto leader. It was really a popularity contest, and he won those hands down. He always wore "Tommy" jeans, after all, they had his name on them. After a while, people started caling him TJ.
I guess I came next in line. As the "brain" of the group, people usually came to me for advice. Even Tommy usually consulted me on important decisions. Because of a long addiction to D&D, and MAGIC cards, they called me "Wizard".
Last would be Tank. He wasn’t real bright, but as a defensive back on the football squad, he was big, and strong. Pretty much my intelectual nemesis, we got along fine because we complimented each other’s weaknesses. I had a tendancy to get my ass kicked, probably because of my mouth, but nobody fucked with T
Tank.
There where others, but they where hardly important. My Magic partners, TJ’s beautifull people, and Tanks football buddies. The important thing is, though we diverged in high school, me to my mental persuits, Tank towards the sports scholarship which was his only hope for college, and TJ into the annals of popularity, our freindship endured. It allowed us to hang with people out of caste in the normally rigid strata of high school society.
Anyway, we had a sort of club. Between our twenty odd members, we could scrape together enough to rent an apartment, and got together on a daily basis to drink, smoke weed, and basicly hang. Every once in a while, we’d have these parties to celebrate this, or that, or just because we had nothing better to do with our money.
One of these nights, it happened to be new years, most of us showed up to get shit faced, and hopefully laid. That was the problem, though the three of us could break free from our parents, and so could several of our friends, none of us could drag out a girl. Even TJ, nominally the lady’s man of the bunch struck out.
I can understand, now. I’ve grown a little, and had plenty of time to concider it. The parents of teenage girls just don’t want to let their daughters out on a night like that. Since they where up anyway, they where better prepaired to handle them.
I couldn’t think of any of that at the time, though. We where all devestated by the decided lacvk of pussy floating around on a night like that. Not to be dissuaded, we broke out the booze, twisted up some doobs, and proceeded to numb our dissapointment.
Once the festivities where in full swing, TJ waved me over, and dependible tank followed. "Hey Wiz," he greeted me, "Were’s the God Damned Poon Tang?"
"Idaknow," I mused, "Seems to be locked down pretty fucking tight." He grinned at the double meaning.
Tank butted in at that point, "Yeah, I haven’t seen a split tail all night." He’d gotten that expression from me, though I hadn’t invented it. He was a pretty good mimic, if nothing else.
"I Sure as Hell Didn’t See Any," TJ admitted, "Or You Know I Would’ve Hooked Her, and Reeled Her In."
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," I quoted, they where used to me talking like that, so I could be myself around them.
Tank chuckled, "Looks like the gang struck out too,"
he commented, "Too bad, we could’ve snaked them, if they’d brought us any." It was a common practice, girls got passed around us pretty regular, though we usually ended up getting TJ’s re-bounds before they made the rounds. In the event that the guys managed to snare a hotty, she usually got passed right up to "The inner sanctum". THey usually just hit on them to get to us, anyway.
"Next Time, it’ll be Different," TJ prophecied. "Even if We Have to Share, We Won’t Strike Out Again!" I had to hand it to Tommie’s leadership qualities, he knew right when to give a rousing speech.
"Even if we have to drag them in, and hold ‘em down," I joked. We all laughed at the time, but it became more serious later. "So what’re we goin’ to do about it," asked, and we where interrupted by the arrival of Tony. From the sounds comming from the bathroom it appeared to be a sysephean task for our hung over cohorts. They kept adding to what they where trying to clean up.

"I have an idea," Tommy finally put in once we three where back together, "We’re going to have another party this weekend, and they’re going to make up for it." His smile, was a bit scary, but I got a thrill from it. Whenever he got that crafty look, we knew fun was in store.

"What d’we do?" Tank wondered aloud in his basso rumble.

TJ snickered, "Just go out and get the hottest bitches you can scrape up," he instructed, "I don’t care how you do it, just get them here. W’ell take care of the rest."

"What’s the plan?" I querried.

He shrugged, "No booze, or drugs, we had enough this weekend. Just sex."

"So we need to find slutty girls?" I amended.

He shook his head, "They don’t even have to be willing," he laughed, "If they need convincing, so be it."

The word was put out, but only amongst the boys. Even then, it only went out to the ones I trusted. By the time it got back to me, they where, "Don’t bring a date, entertainment will be provided."

The hottest girl I knew was Sarah Martin. Ever boy, and a few girls in school wanted her, but that was a problem. She was a virgin, and no doubt destined to stay that way.

A only child, her parents where protective almost to the point of abuse. They kept her in the house, except for school functions, and when they could take her out under their own supervision. If they could’ve afforded it, or had the time, she’d have gone to Perochial school, or been home schooled, and noone whould’ve ever seen her exept nuns, and other prudes.

That would’ve been a crime against nature, even the bible says not to keep your light under a basket, but let it shine. She was a light, a brilliant beauty that would be a shame to hide. Her honey blonde hair hung down to her waist, and blew in the breeze like a sheaf of spun gold. Even her drab, bagy clothes couldn’t hide her amaizing figure, lean where it should be, but full in all the right pIaces. She was a walking hard on, wasted by her parents religious, and moral tyrany. I suspected she wasn’t such a good girl at heart, that she would loosen up if ever given the chance.

She was also a challenge, under the watchfull eyes of her parents, and their spies, she was a prisoner of their enforced ethics. They had teachers in their corner, administrators, and faculty all allied to preserve her innocence. I took it on myself to break this cone of silence.

Fortunately, she was having trouble in biology. I suspeced that her sheltered upbringing made some of the concepts new, and alien because everyone knew the body was dirty. Other then that, she was an honor roll student in advanced classes. Being a shut in gives one lots of time for study I guess. I wouldn’t know, I was just in advanced sciences because they fascinated me.

Anyway, she agreed to meet me friday after school if her parents cleared it. It was a long time in comming, but finally, on thursday, I was given the go from her. She told me she had to lie, and say I was a girl to get them to agree. I knew she wasn’t all that goody goody.

That day, Tommy stopped by my locker to check up on me. "Got a date yet?" he grinned down at me in derision.

I returned his grin with more confidence than I’d ever had, I even laughed in his face. "You bet I do!"

"Oh Yeah?" he laughed back, "Who then."

"You’ll see," I evaded, I wanted this to be a surprise. All that remained was to get her to the party. He snorted doubtfully, and headed for the boys room to grab a smoke before class.

Friday, I got up, slipped into the clothes I’d set out the day before, and grabbed my already packed bookbag. I couldn’t wait to get the day started, and filled up on breakfast. I’d need my strength.

I skipped the bus, and walked, I wanted time to plan, without the distraction of my ‘peers’ on the way. The trick would be to get her out of the school. As a shut in, I could lead her anywhere, and she wouldn’t know the difference. A thousand excuses went through my head as I headed that way. Finally, I had a few plans that might work. THe nice thing about that is it builds flexibility. YOu don’t want to put too mamny eggs in one basket.

Class was fucking maddening, all except for biology. I just sat, and watched her, sitting across from me in the U of tables. For her part, she stared at me too. Her lovely head rested on her bent back hand most of the time, and her face looked curious. I knew then that I could talk her into anything. She wanted out of her prison.

Finally, I had to get up, and use the bathroom. My balls where so blue from watching her, I had to relieve myself. Besides, it’d help take off the pressure so I wouldn’t be so deperate later.

After that, I returned, and stared at her some more for the rest of the class. Finally the bell rang, and I got up to talk to her.

"Hey," she said my name. I’ll leave it out to protect myself, besides, it’s not really that great a name.

"My friends call me Wiz," I corrected her.

She giggled, "You mean like pee?" her delicate little hand went over her mouth as she spoke the micturial word.

"It’s short for wizard," I informed her, "Because I’m so smart."

"Oh, sorry," she let her hand drop.

For once, I didn’t mind. She could slap my ass and call me piss if it made her happy. "I got lunck now," I told her, "Want to join me?"

She shook her head, "Algeba," she updated me on her schedule.

"That sounds uncomfortable," I joked, "Want me to walk you to class?"

She shrugged, "It’s not that bad, just numbers."

I didn’t explain my joke, it was probably to base for her to enjoy, and if you have to spell it out, it’s obviously not funny.

I did walk her to class, and we made a stop by her locker on the way. I memorized the position, number, and every concievable path to it. I don’t like small talk, so I won’t repeat it. Lets just say we didn’t talk about Biology. I’d have plenty of time to teach her about that tonight.

It was over way too soon, though the bell announced she was late before she actually ventured in. She blushed when she heard it, and realized her tardiness, my cock got hard again at the sight of it. Fortunately, I’d prepaired for this eventuality by wearing loose Dockers(c) pants, and tight lycra shorts as underwear. It didn’t show.

I wound up tossing off during every period after that, both of them anyway. It’s alright, when I was that young, and feeling particull arly randy, I’d often flog the dolfin five or six times a day.

Finnally, the last bell rang, and I met her at the library. After so many mastrubations, including one right before going to see her, I managed to keep all sexual tention out of it. I like to think I was even romantic.

Bio is boring, again I won’t repeat it. If talk of nucleotides, and mitochondrial growth turns you on, you’re sicker than I thought possible. Long story short, I got to spend hours with her, sitting close enough to feel the heat of her body, smell her hair, and listen to that lovely ducet voice. I can’t say I was falling in love with her, but I sure as hell wanted too.

I also kept watch on the time. The party was supposed to start at 5:00, and when the hour came, I invited her to the store for some soda. She declined, so I went on with the lesson. Later, almost 45 minutes, I tried to talk her into going out for some food, an dshe said she didn’t want to spoil her dinner. When I asked why, she said it’d "Make her parents suspicious." Finally, she closed her books, and said, "I have to be home in a half hour, you wanna walk me?"

I couldn’t believe it was that easy, "sure, "I said, then tried to think of ways to steer her to the party. I know a short cut," I offored, "Through my apartment complex. I need to get something there anyway."

I don’t know, "she conciders, " My parents told me specificly not to go to any boy’s houses tonight.

I laughed, "Did she say anything about apartments?" she smiled, and shook her head, "Then we’re golden." I put my arm gently around her, and she didn’t try to get away. I thought it’d be to forward at this point to try and go farther. I think it even comforted her a little.

She shrank a little at the music when we got near. I recognised the song, girls of porn by Mr Bungle, but said,"My brother, he always keeps me up with that shit."

Oops, she pushed my arm off with that expletive. I just let it go, then thought of a way to get her in. "Don’t wander off," I said at the door, "There’s a lot of creeps around here. Fortunately, she was to naive’ to catvh the freudian slip. Most people missed my dopuble meanings, anyway.

"Uh," she looked around paranoid, "Do you think I could come inside?"

Bingo, "I’ll have to ask, hang on."

I opened, and closed the door real quick. For once, I blessed the bad design that made it neccisary to make a hard right on the other side, it cut off vizibility. Sure enough, it had a batchelour party atmosphere. Aside from the particullarly appropriate song, "The Girls of Porn" wher gyrating obscenely on the muted TV. Tommy came out, buckling his pants ant chucked his head at me. "Gee Wiz!" I hated that, and he knew it, "Where’s your date?"

He obviously thought I’d lied, like I had before about having a hot ticket. I reveled in the opportunity to prove him wrong. "Right outside," I said proudly, "I thought you’d like to greet her."

Skepticly, he finished doing his pants, and stepped up to the tiny foyer. His jaw dropped as he opened the door, and saw how wrong he was.

Sarah dropped her head to the side, "You’re ‘wiz’s ‘ brother?" was all she could say.

"Of course not," I waved for the guys to shut of the porn, and music. It got real quiet, "I wanted him to bring you to the party because you deserved to be let out of your cage."

Gotta hand it to him, he thought fast on his feet, and could charm the habit off a nun.

Sorry guys, I’ll finish it later. Al right, I’m doing it for dramatic purposes this time, I need to think of some really nasty stuff. Sarah stepped into the room catiously, she tried to smile, but it didn’t go to well. I could tell she was scared, nervous, but also a little exited. She’d never done anything like this before, so I guess she had no idea what to expect.

God Damn she was beautifull, even in her paranoid state. Her full lower lip quivered in fright, but that only made her more attractive. Her lovely blue eyes where huge, and her unmade up cheeks flushed with self concious embarrasment. I couldn’t blame her, really, every guy in the room was staring at her, those who wheren’t looking at me in astonishment.

I got the prize, having somehow tricked her into comming when I knew what laid in store for her. This was a sex party, intended to one end. She was the only girl in sight, but even if there where others, it wouldn’t have mattered. Everyone else paled beside her young innocent grace, and beauty.

Fortunately, most of the guys where gone, no doubt picking up secconds off of whoever TJ brought. The bedroom door was closed, so at least she didn’t have to see what was in store for her. I’d brought her out of her shell, and we’d all make sure this would be a night to remember.

"Where’s Tony?" everyone called him Tank because ‘Tiny’ was already taken when he got on the football squad. The massive man of a boy was nowhere to be seen, and I hadn’t spied him in the next room when the door was opened. Nobody could miss his immense presence, and he left a vacuum behind.

TJ shrugged, his Hilfigur sweatshirt embossed with his given name in case anybody didn’t know who he was. "He showed stag, so I sent him back out to get a date."

"Right this way," I waved elloquently to the less decrepid couch, and the crowd of bows did the red sea thing. They’d called me wizzard for years, but now I was their prophet. I had first crack at parting her sacredly shut thighs for bringing her out of her shell.

She looked doubtfully down at the upholstry, stained with beer, and much worse befoer seating herself. To make it easier for her, I took off my coat, and layed it across the filthy puddles. So fragile a flower deserved chivalry, I’d resurected it for the occasion."

"Who’s place is this?" she realized I’d lied about it being mine.

"All of ours," Tommy spoke behind me before I could formulate a response, "A safe haven away from parents, and other nasty creatures." I’d dubbed it that the first night I was here, I normally didn’t mind TJ using my lines, but now, I resented it.

"We all pay rent," I agreed, "But Tommy, Tony, and myself all co-signed the lease. I appologise for it’s squalor, but it’s the best we could afford."

She blinked at me, and my eloquence, then simply nodded. "Why did you bring me here?" she looked at me wide eyed in amasement.

"We know how your parents lock you up," I looked back into her deep blue soul windows, then blinked myself back before I drowned. "I wanted to rescue you."

"Oh," she said quietly, then looked around again.

Unfortunately, tank chose that time to make his entrance, bursting through the door carrying a small girl. She looked like a child in his massive arms, though I knew it was just an allusion of perspective. It would’ve been romantic, him carrying her over the threshold like a newlywed bride if she hadn’t been completely unconcious.

"Tha Fuck?" Tommy charged him, in a rage only his closest freinds had seen before. "You didn’t just kidnap some poor girl off the street did you?"

The giant’s brow furrowed, unused to thought as it was. His size partially made up for his lack of wit, and timing. "No," he lied, badly.

Sarah shrank back into my coat, terrified. This was a nightmare for me, I couldn’t immagine what it was like for her sheltered psyche.

"It’s alright," I turned her head to me by the cheek, "Tommy will take care of it." Then, to distract her, I kept moving in to touch her lips with mine. They where soft, more yeilding than any surface, or material I have had the pleasure of touching. The bottom one quivered again, then stopped. Her wide eyes closed before mine, and she pressed back.

We where alone then, in a room full of horny guys. They where all distracted by Tank, and his date, hubbub receded leaving only us. I didn’t even go for the tongue right away, just turne my head, and pressed further untill I could go no more. In fact, her mouth opened first, going slack with the unnaccoostomed sensation of being kissed by a boy. I parted my own, and ran the tip of my tongue over her soft pink facial labia.

She responded further, tapping my tongue with hers. It wasn’t invasive on either end, we just let our slavering members play gently between us. She sighed into my mouth, and her breath tasted of citris.

Unbidden, my hands crept up her sides to her chest. Her ample busom gave slightly in my grasp, and she finally broke free with a gasp. "No!" she looked hard at me, then glanced aside at the rest of the party, the magic broken by my lewd actions.

Even she must admit that was nothing, the other girl was rapidly comming undressed thanks to countless helping hands. They felt her up obscenly, obcuring any nudity in their lusty grasp. She gasped, shocked, and once again put a perfect hand to her heavenly mouth. "Jesus," she swore, "Save me!"

I grabbed her, and pushed her hand against her mouth before she could scream. It wasn’t entirely successfull, and she managed to get out, "RAPE!"

Fortunately, the party was too loud for it to get out with much coheisiveness. The other victim cam etoo then, though, and started strugling wildly. Despite this, someone managed to get the bedroom door open. Through it, we could see the mass of writhing naked bodies, but not the third girl I knew to be somewhere inside there.

The music started up again, and someone turned up the sound on the porn. It was an orgy of the senses, as well as in reality. All us pubescent teenagers overcome by adolesent lust, and the mass hysteria of gang rape.

Sarah succumed too, her too wide lids dropping over eyes as they rolled back. She fell limp to the couch in a classic swoon. I’d never seen one before. Undaunted, I began to tug her shirt from her skirt, and hands came in to "help me."

"Fuck off," I snapped like a territorial chijuahua, and they backed up shocked at my uncharacteristic beaviour. "I get her first." The mood in the room had overtaken me, I hadn’t brought her here intending to rape, at least not conciously. I figured TJ would use his charm, and help me seduce her. Now, I didn’t care. Ironicly, my own repressed libido was her undoing as well. I wasn’t naive, but I could certainly count my sucsessfull sexual conquests a lot easier than my failures.

Her tits where even more beautifull in the plain white cotton wrapper of her bra. Like two soft snowballs, they where briliant from never having seen the light of day. I unfastened it, and they broke free. It was a religeous experience, a s acreligious rapture of carnal deside. I felt light headed at their perfection, and set about defiling it.

She came to as I sucked one of the large soft tips into my mouth. THey barely contrasted with her pale flesh, just a hint of pink, but stood out proudly without any erectile repose neccissary. "No," she moaned, "please, stop." but didn’t scream. That was more than I could say for the unfortunate girls in the back bedroom. Fortunately, they where gaged pretty much constatly with teenaged priapae.

I let her tender flesh fall, and it snapped back automaticly. "Please cooperate," I warned her, "I don’t want to rape you." She looked over at the carnal horror in the other room, then shut her eyes against it. Her lips quivered again, but this time with some holy incantation. She was praying quietly to herself, muttering the scriptures for protection.

I couldn’t wait, so I pulled up the front of her skirt, and reached underneath. She screwed her eyes shut, and shivered in fear as my hand slid up her smoothe thigh to the warmth at the top. Almost silent, I could only feel her murmured payer by the buzz in her chest. She gasped when I felt her panties brush my fingertips, then braced herself while I slowly pulled them down. I had to roll her skirt up then, because I was loathe to cover her beautifull breasts again. Then, I spit on my hand, and rubbed it in so at least I didn’t have to fuck her dry.

She shrank away at my unwarented intimate touch, and her face twisted with disqust. Tears popped out in the corners of her tightly clenched lids, and she squeeked when I pressed myself against her even softer inner lips.

I realised then, that she was no longer beautifull. Her eyes where puffy, and wrincled with the effort to shut out the horror. Her lovely lips turned so far down as to actually stretch away her permanent dimples. I ran my hands across her chest again, feeling her heavenly busom in a vain attempt to reserect my flagging libido. Then I realised, I was responsible. I’d taken the most beautifull creature I’d ever seen on earth, and stolen her beauty. Nothing cold stop the reaction, it felled me like a hewn timber, and I shamefully tucked my wilted phallus back into my pants. She squeeked again, then opened her eyes in astonishment. The colour returned to her face, and with it came some of the prettyiness. "I knew you wouldn’t do it," she whispered, "I knew you would protect me."

Her eyes turned to the ceiling then, and I realized who she was talking to. I’d almost defiled her sanctity, and that was unforgivable. I knew I’d never have a chance again. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing her beauty would live on, I thought, untill the rest of te guys piled onto her like a fubled ball.

She screamed then a terrible noise that shattered my heart. Knowing I stood no chance against the wild pack of devils, I fled like the pussy I was. It was far too late for redemption. As I reached the door, the scream was choked off to a ragged choking sound. I knew she’d never be beautifull again.

I love a happy ending.
Author of this rape story us psiberzerker

by Nichole

I sighed as I slipped off my clothes and hopped into my inviting bed. I’d just finished my third twelve-hour shift this week at the hospital, where I was employed as an RN in the cardiology department, and I was completely worn out. The four-day weekends were always nice to have, but I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t just find a job where I could work eight hours a day five days a week, preferably in the day time. The night shift was really starting to get to me, especially since my social life was zero at this point.

I smiled warily. I hadn’t been on a date for over seven months, and I’d been celibate (not by choice!) for almost a year. I really needed to switch to dayshift, like my roommate Penny. Penny worked 7am to 7pm three times a week, and her social life was zinging right along. I had passed Penny in the hallways at the hospital when I was leaving my shift. She’d waved and smiled, and said she’d see me later.

I rather liked having our apartment to myself when I was sleeping. Penny’s was engaged to be married to a man named Roger, a nice enough man, who she brought home nearly every night. I hated coming out of my room to see him in various states of undress. I had even caught Penny and Roger having sex on the couch once or twice. I hated seeing them, thinking of my own non-existent sex life.

I heard a door open. "Must be the neighbors going to work," I thought to myself. Penny wouldn’t be home since her shift was just starting, and I always locked the door. "I did lock the door, didn’t I?" I asked myself. I didn’t remember locking the door, but since I always locked the door, I figured it had been one of those automatic things I did and never remembered. I snuggled back into my pillows and fell asleep. I glanced at my clock - 3pm, almost time to get up.

I woke up with a start when I felt something cold encircling my wrists. I tried to get up, but something held me down. It took me nearly a full minute to discover that I was handcuffed to the bed. I was completely disoriented and didn’t even realize that there was someone at the end of the bed. Even though it was nearly 4pm according to my bedside table, I had blackout curtains up so I could sleep in my room, and it was pitch black.

I began to struggle a bit, trying to make sense of the scene, when I felt too large, rough hands take hold of my hips and pin me to the bed. I really began to squirm in earnest now, but he was so strong, and I wasn’t going anywhere with those handcuffs holding me down. I tried to scream, and it was only then that I realized that my panties had been shoved into my mouth. I attempted to spit them out, but that became the least of my worries as I felt the stranger’s cock began to nose against my bare pussy.

The biggest guy I had ever been with was a measly six inches long and maybe two inches across. This man was easily twice as long and twice as wide. He shoved my legs up over his shoulders and began to press his dick into me. I struggled and moaned, desperate to keep him out of me, feeling that he wasn’t using protection and I was scared what kind of diseases I could get from this man, or even get pregnant if he didn’t pull out in time. Somewhere along the line, I had accepted that I would be raped, so my main concern was no longer escape, which would have been impossible.

I relaxed my cunt as much as I could, but he still spread me much farther than I had ever been spread before as his pole inched slowly into my dry pussy. I grunted as he began to thrust into me harder, inching deeper than any man had been before. At about nine inches, he bottomed out, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to try and shove more of his cock into me, causing me to scream against my gag from the pain.

He began to pump in and out of me, the walls of my pussy getting slicker, almost welcoming his thrusts despite the pain they caused. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have an orgasm while I was being raped! My grunts and moans had become groans of pleasure, and my legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper and harder into me. Some primal part of my body must have taken over, and my only thought was to get this huge man to cum deep inside of me. I wasn’t disappointed, and as soon as he shot his slimy wad into me, my own orgasm caused me to quake from head to toe.

The stranger collapsed on top of me for a few minutes, and my breathing returned to normal. What had I DONE? I had cum with a rapist, like some little whore who would cum no matter what dick was pushed into her. I was completely ashamed, and now I wondered what my punishment would be. Did this man have AIDS? Would I give birth to his baby nine months down the road? The thought nearly made me throw up.

The man got up and flipped me over onto my stomach. The pain of my arms being twisted shocked me, but it was just a small pinprick compared to the pain that was to come. The gag flew out of my mouth, but it didn’t matter since my face was firmly pressed into the pillows on my bed. No one would hear me scream, and even if I could scream, the building was practically empty at this time of day. Most people didn’t come home until at least 5pm.

I felt his hard cock pressing against my little asshole, and I knew what he was going to do. I screamed into my pillow and flopped from side to side, trying to escape my fate. His large hands gripped my waist and held me down, and I bit into the pillow, my fingers digging into my palms.

I had never let anyone fuck me in the ass before, and I knew this was going to really hurt, especially with this man with a freakishly huge dick. He pressed against my asshole, and I was sure there was no way he would ever be able to fit inside of me. It took him nearly ten minutes of searing pain on my part to get half an inch inside of me, but he persisted. The tight little ring of my asshole gripped his meaty cock so tightly I thought I would squeeze the blood right out of him, but he seemed to enjoy the tight squeeze and continued to press against me.

I screamed until my voice was gone, but that didn’t stop him. He methodically kept pushing his huge cock into my tiny ass, spreading my asshole far more than it was ever intended to go. I felt tiny rips form, and I felt blood roll down the crack of my ass onto the bed, but still he continued to thrust into me, inching along. He maybe had three inches inside of me, but I instinctively knew he wouldn’t stop until he was all the way inside of me. My palms bled from my fingernails digging into them, but still he continued.

So I lay there as still as I could be, feeling my ass shred beneath him, feeling every millimeter of his cock inside of me. I felt strangely full and bloated as he continued to fuck my ass. Four inches inside of me, I estimated to myself. God, he couldn’t possibly put that huge cock all the way inside of me, could he?

After he managed to squeeze five inches inside of me, I began to have horrible cramps, which only seemed to heighten his pleasure. He groaned in the back of his throat, almost sounding like a growl, as my ass clamped down hard on his thick pole. It felt like someone was carelessly rubbing sandpaper slowly inside my entire ass. Strange sounds came from my throat, bubbling up over the pain. He sank lower into my ass. Seven inches.

After he managed to sink nine inches into my ass, the cramps stopped, but a searing pain replaced them. Inhuman noises escaped from my throat as I tried desperately to escape the pain inside of me. Still he pressed on. I wondered if the pain would ever end, until I felt something let go in my ass, and he slid the rest of his fourteen-inch cock all the way into my hole. I felt blood oozing out of my ass, but he didn’t seem to mind as he reared back and began to thrust inside of me with hard, quick thrusts. I grunted with each thrust, biting the pillow for all I was worth, the pain almost enough to make me faint.

Time moved so slowly. I stared at my clock and watched the minutes pass. Still he continued to thrust inside of me, my ass completely on fire from the brutal attack. It had taken him nearly forty minutes to ease all the way inside of me, and now that he was in, he didn’t seem to have any inclination of getting out. My breasts jiggled underneath me in time with the thrustings, and I could feel how loose and sloppy my ass was becoming as he continued to pump into me.

He fucked my ass raw for over half an hour, forcing himself deep inside of me, his fat balls slapping my raped pussy. Finally, once I was beginning to think that he would never cum, he grunted and shot his thick wad into my ass. As he pulled out, I could feel my asshole stay open, so wide that he could probably fit his fist up into my ass. To my horror, he must have read my thoughts, because I soon felt his fist being rammed easily into my asshole.

He lay there for several minutes, and I felt my asshole begin to close up around his fist. I wondered how he was going to get it out. He lay completely still, allowing my ass to close up around him, until I was squeezing his fist so hard it was painful. I had a sudden urge to shit, and I knew it was because his fist was so far up my ass.

He let my asschute tighten more around his fist, relishing me squirming in pain. Without warning, he began to punch me, deep inside, causing me to yelp. Over and over and over he punched me, causing more blood to flow inside of me. Finally, he stopped, and he said, "Now you’re going to have to shit out my fist, baby doll."

Why did that voice sound familiar? I asked myself, shocked that my silent assailant had actually said something. I began to push down against his fist, and pain ripped through me anew as his fist slid down toward my puckered and abused asshole, which by this time was swollen around his wrist and was clamping it in a death grip. I grunted, and groaned, and screamed, and cried, and dug my hands into my flesh, as I felt my poor battered asshole begin to expand, ripping anew. It took quite a while, but I managed to pop his fist out, and he turned me over onto my back, shoving his fist toward my face. "Look at all your shit and blood on my hand!" he exclaimed, wiping it in my blonde hair.

"One more quick fuck and I’m done with you," he said, shoving his fat cock into my pussy once more. He fucked me hard and fast, shoving as much of his cock into me as he could. This time there was no orgasm for me - I was too worn out and hurt to do much more than make grunting noises in the back of my throat now and then. Finally, I felt him cum inside of me, my pussy feeling as loose and sloppy as my ass.

He climbed up off the bed and began to slip on his clothes. "I’m coming back for you," he whispered, shoving my panties back into my mouth. "I’m going to take you home with me tonight and I’m going to rape you raw all weekend long. Maybe I’ll just keep you for good, have my own live-in sex toy. You’d like that, huh? Dirty little whore." He closed the bedroom door with a warning, "If you make one sound at all, I’ll kill Penny - and I’ll still take you home with me." Laughing, he left.

Oh God, Penny! I thought to myself. She’d be home any minute now, and some madman sat in our living room, waiting for her! I struggled against my handcuffs, but to no avail. I finally flopped back on the bed in defeat. I heard the door to the front of the apartment open. "God Penny, run!" I shouted into my gag, but nothing was heard.

"Roger!!" Penny squealed. And suddenly, it came back to me…why the voice sounded familiar. It was Roger, Penny’s fiance! "When did you get here?"

Roger chuckled. "Just a few minutes before you, baby."

"Is Maria here?" Penny asked.

"Nah, haven’t seen her." Roger lied, knowing good and well he had fucked me for hours.

"Oh, maybe she went home for the long weekend."

"Maybe…but right now, all I want to do is fuck you rotten, baby."

Penny giggled, and I groaned.

Hello, My name is Susan. I have a big problem, well two really. I have been keeping a secret for a long time. You see my father is an asshole–but nobody knows it.

Here is my other problem, my boyfriend told me he loved me for the first time last night. Good news right? Wrong! It was fine when we were just friends. I dated a lot, and he knew all about it. I’d suck their dicks,while they played with my heavy tits. I even let guys fuck and cum in my ass. It was not a secret, everyone knew I was a slut. Ron and everyone else thought I was a virgin; that I was saving myself for marriage cuz I never let a guy fuck my pussy. In a way I guess a part of me feels like I am a virgin. I have never surrendered myself to a man, I have never said "I love you" and allowed him to take me completely.
My virginity was stolen from me. I don’t even know exactly when my father took it.

To me sex has always been a dirty little part of life, like shitting or puking. I mean you get an urge, a certain pressure and you have to release it. I’ve had lots of boyfriends. Most of them loved bending me over and fucking me up the ass. I let them do it as hard and as brutal as they liked. Lot’s of guys would talk dirty to me calling me a whore or a slut as they squeezed my tits and came in my ass. I never let them play with my pussy though, I always masturbated myself to orgasam. I didn’t need their filthy hands touching me. I never wanted a man to have that kind of control over me again.

Then I met Ron.

He was so different. We had a chemistry class together. We had never really talked. He was a quiet nerdy, boy scout type. Don’t get me wrong he is actually kind of cute if you look past his Urkel glasses, and fashion tragedy attire. One day he came up to me and out of the blue said he liked the way I answered one of the Professor’s questions. That’s it, just a comment in passing as we walked out the door. I was 19 years old and nobody had ever praised my mind before. When you are a pretty blonde with big tits, a nice ass, and a rep for being a freak nasty cum slut; that’s not what guys usually want to talk to me about.

Ron really looked at me, in the face. His eyes did not stray to my fat tits. I never caught him wandering down to my juicy ass. I slowly accepted that he really thought I was smart and funny. I had never trusted a man after my father raped me, but somehow we became friends.

As a friend he had a problem with the guys I dated, with the way I let them treat me.
We were studying for mid terms and had taken a break at Burger King when one of the loser guys I had been fucking came up to our table. He leaned across Ron and gave me a hot, wet, kiss.

"Hey Susan, looking good enough to fuck in those jeans, Mmm I sure would love to see you sucking my dick tonight, what do you say, is it a date?"

"Sure Jim see you around nine".

"Meet me at the door naked. I can’t wait to fuck your sweet ass. See ya slut," he said as he reached out and gave my nipples a friendly little squeeze.

After he left Ron let me have it. I had never seen him so angry.

"What th fuck is wrong with you?! Why did you let him do that to you. "

I…I could not explain it to him, I did not realy know myself. But I liked Ron and did not want him mad at me. I guess I should have seen this coming. I just thought he was different (sigh). Still he was better than most, so I offered him what I thought any man would want.
"Look I’m sorry. You can fuck me too if you want. I don’t know why we have never done it but I promise to be real good for you. You can do anything you want to me, except fuck my pussy,"I said with all sincerity.

No man had ever turned down an offer like that from me. Frankly I was sitting there waiting for that pathetic, classic male, glazed over look to settle on Ron’s face. For him to start planning all the nasty things he would do to me.

Imagine my suprise when he started crying, got up and left without a word. I tried calling him for two days with no luck. I kept playing the coversation over and over in my mind, but could not figure out what his problem was.

But it bothered me.

It made me feel empty and cold to think that I had lost my friend, my only real friend. I decided to go over to his apt and find a way to make things right between us. Even if I had to let him fuck my pussy I would. He meant that much to me.

I knocked on his door and he opened it.

"Come on in Susan, I guess we need to talk."

I followed him and we sat down on his couch. I was nervous and uncomfortable, and not sure how to start.

"Ron, I’m sorry if I upset you the other day. That guy meant nothing to me. If you want me to stop talking about other guys I fuck around you, I will. If you want me I’m yours–I’ll do anything for you…I guess if you say I have to you can fuck me in my pussy too."

I could not look him in the eye I was holding my breath waiting for him to accept or reject me. Slowly he put his arms around me and pulled me into a tight bear hug. I started kissing his neck and was pulling my
t-shirt off when he stopped me.

"Susan, keep your clothes on, nothing is going to happen. I have to tell you something, and it’s not going to be easy. Susan–I love you. What’s more I like you. I want to be your friend. I can’t bear to watch the way you let men use you. It hurts too much. So…I think I have to get you out of my heart. I don’t understand what made you this way, but I want to be there for you, as a friend. A part of me just wants to hold you and caress you and worship you, to wash away every asshole who has ever touched you. I want you to love me and respect me. I don’t think that’s possible now. It’s too painful to be around you all the time. So I’ll have to cut back some, but I’ll be there as much as I can.

Ron held me tight for a good 10 minutes. It was slowly sinking in that he did not want me. He did not find me attractive. I began to wonder if he was gay. Over the next 3 weeks I saw him a few times. We talked on the phone every couple of days and even studied together once at the library. It was not enough, I was used to more. I needed more.

Then it happened.

I was walking across campus and saw Ron talking(laughing really) with some nerdy bimbo bitch. She was flirting with him. It was so fucking obvious, to everyone but him. The way she kept putting her hand on his arm and leaning into him. She had a squeaky little giggle that made me want to slap her.
How dare she touch my… ? He said he loved me, he was my…?

I don’t know what he was, but he was MINE!

I stomped over to them and screamed at her"get your hands off of him he belongs to me bitch!"
The prissy little sissy slut took one look at me and ran away crying. I think she went off to find her mommy.

Ron looked startled and in shock.

"What just happened Susan, Why did you do that."

As the adrenaline surge leaked away from me I could not believe what I had just done. Why had I done it?

"You belong to me. She had no business touching you. You are mine. I..love you," I said in a small voice. I was so cold, big sloppy tears were dripping down my face. My teeth were chattering and my nose began to run. Ron wrapped his arms around me and kissed me slow and deep. He sucked all the bad air in me out and breathed his sweet essence in.

"I love you too Susan, I guess we need to talk some more."

It has been a long time since I was as scared as I was the night I had to try and explain my past to Ron. My early teen years were a nightmare, I had never told anyone all the things my rapist did to me. I told him the basics that night and it opened the flood gates. I am writing it all down now, getting it out in the open. I have been a prisoner to my father’s sick cruelty for long enough.
My father is an asshole and I will hate him forever for what he did to me. I felt so alone, so helpless. Nobody would have believed me, everyone thought he was a great guy. So did I until I was 15.

My parents got divorced when I was 11.

I still loved my daddy then. I remember feeling sorry for daddy. He had to leave home, and our friends, and even our dog; and live in that 1 bedroom apt all alone. Just because mommy did not love him anymore. I tried to adjust to being a divorced kid, and for a while it really was not bad. My parents were not fighting anymore, and I got to spend every other weekend with my funny dad. I liked having him all to myself, being the center of attention. At first I would sleep on his hard sofa bed.

One night though daddy and I were watching tv and both fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to use daddy’s empty bed. The next morning I awoke to find daddy’s heavy arms wrapped around me.

If I’m truthful with myself…it felt nice to feel his hot breath on my back, to feel his body heat through my thin nightgown.
When I tried to get up he hugged me to him even tighter. I could feel him pressing into me.

"Dad, dad wake up." I said as I pulled his arm off of me.

Slowly he did. He looked down at me and it took a few seconds for him to register that his daughter was in bed with him. Finally he smiled,yawned and said, "good morning beautiful did you sleep well?"

"I sure did, your bed is a lot more comfortable than the sofa. Uh…you don’t mind do you dad?"

He was quiet for a few seconds and then said"no I don’t mind. You feel nice and toasty up against me…shit Susan look at the time it’s almost 11:00 if we don’t fly out of here you’ll be late for soccer and the coach won’t play you."

You have to understand how important soccer was to me at age 11. I was our team’s star player. If I was benched we would lose and all my friends would blame me.

Today was the championship game.

"Dad please we have to hurry," I squealed as we got out of bed.

"Honey I’m sorry but by the time you shower, use the bathroom, and bush your teeth…and then I do the same–there is no way we can make it."

An inspiration born of desperation hit me: "Dad what if we use the bathroom together. While I’m in the shower you can use the bathroom. Then we will switch."

Dad got a strange look on his face but finally agreed," I guess it is no worse than us sleeping together", he mumbled.

Dad let me go in and hop in the shower, and a few seconds later I heard him come in. It felt srange being naked in the same room with my dad but…well he WAS daddy after all it wasn’t like he had never seen me naked before. This time he could not even see me clearly through the shower door. When I was finished I cracked the door and was feeling for my towel.
Then I saw him.

Daddy was shaving–naked. I must have gasped because he spun around and tried to cover his penis, but it was way too big to hide. I had never seen one before and I guess I was curious. I could not stop staring. It kept getting bigger and longer and was twitching.

"Susan what do you think you are doing!"
my father roared. I was startled back to reality and embarassed. I jumped back into the shower, closed the door and began to cry.
After a few minutes daddy knocked on the glass.

"C’mon out sweethart it’s ok, daddy is sorry he yelled at you," he said as he opened the shower door.

I was naked and so was daddy. He opened his arms for a hug. It felt strange hugging him naked. I had never felt his penis press into me before. It felt so big and hot as it pressed into my bellybutton. Sudenly daddy lifted me under my arms and gave me a kiss–on both cheeks and then a light one on the lips. He carried me over to the sink and sat me on the counter. Now his penis was bumping around between my thighs. Everything was happening so quickly, I did not know what to say. Daddy acted like nothing was wrong. He stood between my legs and talked to me while he finished shaving. As strange as it felt being naked in front of him, and feeling his penis touch me…I was young and innocent and loved my daddy. It felt kind of nice to be so close to him. I can remember how mommy and daddy used to sleep together and shower together. I recall the laughing and giggling, and soft mummurs that used to come from their bathroom. It made me feel grownup to be sharing this time with daddy. As I look back on it I know how wrong it was for daddy to be naked with me, to lean forward and hold his dick tight against my lower stomach, to press in to me.
If he had only stopped there I could forgive him, I would still love him.

If only he had stopped there.

We made it to practice just in time. I still can remember running down the field ,evading defenders to get in position to score. It was a tough game. The score was tied. Finally it was just me and their goalie. Over the noise on the field, over all the other parents screaming, I could hear him. My father’s deep booming voice yelling my name, cheering for me, willing me to win," Now Susan, Now! You can do it!! She can’t stop you!"he said laughing, powerful, dominant, because he KNEW I would win.

And he was right.

I was carried off the field, by my teammates. I know it was just a Little Leauge championship, and it really was not all that important…but how many times do you get carried off the field in a lifetime. How many times do people scream your name and tell you that you are the best. Once , maybe twice?

Maybe never.

When I finaly made it to my father he bent down and hugged me hard and said, "congratulations baby, you were better than all of them I am so proud of you," then he kissed me on the lips and slipped his tounge inside me for a second or two; before picking me up and swingng me around.

I called my mom when we got back to dad’s apt. She had to work and had missed the game. Mom was an executive secretary for a lawyer and they had a big case coming up. He was always making her work late or on weekends. It was not strange for him to take a last minute business trip. More often than not mom had to go with him.

"Mom we won! I kicked the winning goal. It was so awesome! I wish you had been there. "

"Oh honey me too, Mommy is really busy right now. I’ll see you tomorrow after school, bye sweethart."

Dad saw the disappointment on my face. He was sitting in his recliner, and patted his lap for me to come sit in it with him. I smiled and scrambled up in his lap and wiggled around trying to get comfortable.

"Oh ho! So I’ve got a little wiggle worm do I? Well I know how to fix that," daddy laughed as he began tickling me. His hands were all over me. Then he did something strange. He lifted my shirt and began playing with my stomach. He made circles around my belybutton. His hands kept creeping up my chest till he found my budding nipplets. It did kind of tickle..but I knew this was wrong.

I did not like it.

How do you tell your daddy to stop touching you? I was 11 fucking years old! He was my daddy, and I loved him–I did not know what to say. I remember that I stopped laughing, and sat still while he squeeezed and played with my breasts for several minutes. I could hear his heavy breathing, he did not say a word. I became aware that his penis was pressing into my bottom hard. Finally he stopped.

"What do yo want for dinner Susan, anything you want."

I was an 11 yr old American, so of course I said, "Pizza".

Dad laughed as he put his hands on my butt and slowly pushed me out of the chair.

"Big suprise, ok I’ll call it in after you
take a bath. You are one stinky, smelly little wiggle worm."

We both laughed as I headed off to the bathroom. I did smell pretty bad I thought as I turned the shower on. My hair was stringy with sweat and I felt salty and dirty all over. I lathered in soap and shampoo and began to relax into the hot water.

Then it happened.

I heard a sound, someone was in the bathroom with me. The shower door opened and my dad was standing there naked.

"Dad…? What are you doing?! " I said as I tried to cover my tiny breasts. I was still feeling a little starnge after our tickle session bump and grind.

"Hi honey, I was just thinking we’re both hungry, hot and smelly–and we did see each other naked this morning so–why not get clean together. We’ll eat that much faster. You don’t mind do you baby? I used to change your diapers and give you a bath all the time," he said as he climbed in to the small shower with me.

At first he just lathered up and did not touch me. He was laughing and talking about the game and suggested we rent a movie for later on.

Slowly I relaxed.

Then it happend.

I dropped the soap. I bent over with shampoo in my eyes trying to pick it up. I did not realize it then but I must have given my daddy quite a view of my young pussy and ass. When I finally found it my face was at crotch level with my dad. His beefy cock was right in front of me.

I was so embarassed. I just stayed there and stared at it. When I realized what I had done, and that daddy was looking at me I blushed and started to stand up.

"No honey stay there, it’s ok. You are my daughter. It’s only natural that you would be curious. You are becoming a woman, so I guess it is time we had a talk about sex and biology. There is nothing to be ashamed about. Go ahead touch it, he won’t bite you, He laughed as he placed my hand on his dick.
I was curious, and did not know any better so I let him do it. It felt so hard and hot and my fingers could not quite meet as I wrapped them around daddy’s cock.

Daddy sighed and it seemed like his dick got even bigger in my hand.

"C’mon Susan let’s finish our shower and then I’ll teach you the basics about sex. Since you are down here anyway and have the soap, why don’t you wash daddy’s cock for him, be sure to get my balls and butt too."

I did not say a word as I washed my daddy good, from cock to balls, to the crack of his ass. I used my hands to lather him and rinsed him off.

I stood up to leave.

"Not so fast young lady, fair is fair, give me the soap..good. Now raise your arms over your head. Daddy is gong to wash you now.

And he did.

For the next 15 minutes daddy took his time and rubbed and played with, and soaped, and rinsed every inch of my body.

"Bend over sweetie, I want to clean your little pussy out, before I do your butt."
After a few minutes of him messing with my pussy, and digging in my ass; I finally said,
"Dad, I think I’m clean."

He laughed, seemed to snap out of it and said,
"Yeah I guess you are right".

We got out of the shower and daddy insisted we towel each other off.

He wrapped me in the large towel and began to rub me dry. I could feel his powerful hands squeezing and cupping and mauling me. He roughly spun me around and did the same to my plump little ass. Then he took the towel, put it between my thighs and sawed it back and forth over the sensitive flesh. Finally he wrapped the towel around his penis and made me dry him off. On the way out of the bathroom he picked up a bottle of baby powder and baby oil and led me to his bedroom.

I was very nervous as Daddy made me lay down on his bed. He removed the towel from around my waist.

"Susan it’s time you learned about the differences in men and women’s bodies. I’m going to give you a massage while I teach you. If you have any questions just let me know. Now do you know what this is…that’s right it’s your daddy’s penis but it is also called a cock, a dick or a prick. I want you to use the correct words when we are alone. Now what is this…yes honey it’s your vagina. But it is also called a pussy, a slit, a snatch or a cunt. Now when a man get’s excited because he is looking at a sexy woman, his dick ge’s hard and fat cuz he wants to stick it in one of a woman’s holes. This is called fucking. When you are older maybe I’ll show you, but for now I’ll just say men love fucking women in their wet cunts, in their tight little asses and in their sweet, round mouths. It is natural for men and women to enjoy each other," he said as he massaged baby oil deep into my body.

  It felt strange to have daddy touch me in places I had barely touched myself. But he said everything in a normal, matter of fact tone, and well–he was my daddy. I trusted him, I knew about bad words but I had never heard most of these before. (Cunt, prick, slit? ) Nothing daddy did hurt me, in fact it really kind of made me feel tingly and warm. I had wondered about sex and was kind of glad daddy was being honest with me.

Even if it made me feel kind of weird.

I did not know how to articulate back then but being naked in front of daddy, having him play with my pussy, stick his pinkie in my ass and rub my titties, embarassed me. I was shy about my body, daddy made me feel like a desireable woman, when I knew that I was not. The conflicting, confusing, embarassing emotions basically caused me to shut down whenever daddy touched me like that. I did not participate, but I did not scream for help.

Daddy rolled me over on my stomach and covered me in baby powder. He straddled my body, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back. His strong hands gripped and pulled on my flesh. He positioned my body into an "X" and rubbed my arms, cupped my tits and ran his fingers around the ouside of my pussy lips.

"Let’s see how clean you are after the shower I gave you, he said as he scooched down, spread my butt cheeks apart and began slowly licking my ass.

This was different. This was more than uncomfortable. I was really scared.

"Daddy no! please stop, don’t do that it’s wrong!" I found the courage to say as I tried to crawl away from daddy’s tougue as it slithered and wiggled into my asshole.
He kept holding me down and licking me for several seconds before he stoped. Then he slid next to me in the bed and pulled my naked body into his arms and just held me.

"Shh it’s ok baby, daddy loves you. You just lay right here. You are such a beautiful, intelligent woman that I thought you were ready for more. Most fathers don’t start teaching their girls abou sex until after their period and first real bra. I can see that you are not quite ready to be a real woman yet. That’s ok there is no rush. We’ll take it slow, you are in charge. Whenever we practice sex you can tell me if I’m going too fast, or if you are uncomfortable. Susan I’m your daddy and I love you. Now remember this is a private thing just between us. If your mom found out she might use this as an excuse to keep us apart. If a judge agreed that you are too young, then I would never see you again. Do you understand?" he said as he held me snug and secure in his arms.

This was my daddy. He loved me and I loved him. The thought of never seeing him again was terrifying. What had he really done to me anyway. He kissed me(done that before) he saw me naked(done that), bathed me(yup). I think the only thing that was new was that now I got to see him naked too, I guess at the time I thought that was only fair. The ass licking though…that was really gross. But at age 11 he was still my daddy.

"Deal dad but…no more sex stuff tonight ok?"
"Deal kiddo," he laughed as he tickled me the normal way and hugged me tight to him. It felt good having my bare skin pressing into my strong daddy, feeling his deep laughter bubbling up as he hugged and cupped me.

My pre teen sex life with daddy really did not change much over the next 2 years. I spent every wekend with him, and whenever mom went out of town on business(sometimes a week or more at a time). I no longer slept on the couch, I slept with daddy. Dady seemed to like me to sleep next to him naked so usually I did. He liked showering with me so at least once over the weekend we did. He often insisted on soaping me himself, just to be sure I was clean…it felt a little weird but…I let him. Sometimes though it was clear that he was just playing with my growing tits and plump ass. sometimes his only goal seemed to be to make me wet. I never let things get out of hand. I would always stop him. I never let him make me cum, or put his mouth on me. It was a strange childhood but I really did not mind at the time. If it had stopped there I could have forgiven him. I swear to god if it had stopped there I would not hate him so much today.

It did not stop there.

The phone rang in he middle of the night. Daddy was spoonin g me. His arm was draped over my 32 c breasts, and my butt felt warm pressed snug against his fat 7" cock.

Daddy answered the phone and soon was wide awake. He got out of bed and asked a series of rapid fire questions to the person on the
other end. Then he hung up.

"Susan honey, wake up…Baby girl I’ve got some really bad news. Your mom was in a car accident. That fucking lawyer she works for was driving drunk on their way home from the airport. He flipped the car and they ran into a tractor trailer. I’m sorry but she is dead."
Daddy and I stood there consoling each other for a long time.

A lot changed after my mom’s death. She had been on a business trip, her company had a $200,000 insurance policy on all employees. It paid double if you were dismembered. (Mom neglected to change her policy when she divorced so dad and I split $400,000 as her co-benificiaries. Her firm was afraid we would sue because her boss(one of the Partners) was drunk and caused the accident. They settled out of court diretly with daddy for $1.7 million.

Dad could not believe his good luck. A woman he no longer loved left him $200,000 plus his share of the house. He was the executor of the settlement, and Ins money for me until I turned 21. I lived with him every day now. He did not have to worry about my mother finding out.

I was 13 years old when my father started drugging and raping me in my sleep.

You have to understand that it took me several years to piece together what he did to me. At the time all I knew was that some mornings I was waking up fuzzy and groggy with a dry mouth. Whenever that happened there was blood and what appeared to be mucus in my pussy and sometimes my ass. I had to talk to someone. For me at that time in my life there was nobody but daddy.

"Hi sweetie, wow you slept late. Hmm you look awful," he said as he felt my head for a fever.

"Dad I feel terrible, I am so tired, and my head hurts and…dad there is something wrong with my vagina–it’s bleeding, and infected!"

"Susan are you sure it’s not your period? he asked in conern.

I had been having my period for almost 6 months, it was not time, and it had never been like this. My pussy felt like it was torn, ripped open. And the thick mucus that was dripping and mixed with blood…?

"No dad this is definitely not my period."

"Ok honey, I think I know what this is(sigh!). Your mom and grandma both had this. I’m sorry honey but you have a rare form of cervical cancer. We’ll have to get you to the hospital right away so the doctors can begin the tests and start you on the treatment. The good news is it will not kill you. We’ll get through this together. I promise, he said as he kissed me and hugged me tight.

I was terrified. I was 13 years old and I had cancer.

"What will the Dr. do to me? I want to know everything. Swear to tell me the truth daddy," I demanded through bitter tears and a clenched voice.

Daddy clearly was uncomfortable discussing this. The same man who could talk about pussy fucking and ass licking seemed unwilling to discuss this.

That scared me even more.

"(Sigh!) Ok honey , I’ll tell you. You have a sereis of polyps and leisions that form in the lining of your vagina. From time to time they swell and rupture the skin. When they burst blood and puss come out. It is important to get the area cleaned and medicated immediately. The Drs. will stick a needle in your vagina and probe for these polyps. They will scrape the lining and try to stick the needle in and extract the fluid before it can rupture. Because this is a rare form of cancer several Drs. will want to examine your vagina and take pictures of it, and probe it for the medical journals. Ofen this cancer can spread to your ass as well. The Drs. will stick a needle in you ass to extract the fluid, but it is a much smaller area. The wil need to insert a tiny camera into your anal canal to guide the needle. A nurse will hold your cheeks wide open, while one Dr. inserts the camera, and another does the polyp scrape. You will need to have this procedure done at least once a month. In some cases the polyps can spread to your breasts and lead to breast cancer. A thorough breast exam should be done at least once a week. I know it sounds horrible but you will get used to it, and I promise I will be there for you."

"Dad I can’t do this. The thought of strangers taking pictures of my pussy…of it being published?! A needle scraping my vagina, a camera in my ass–oh dad isin’t there anything else we can do? Please daddy, please!!"

Daddy thought about it for a long time as he held me.

"Well…we do have the medicine from your mom, I mean, well I guess I could apply it to the area and search for polyps if you want. But Susan you have to promise me you will come get me whenever one bursts, and if it get’s too bad you WILL go to the hospital, no arguments. Deal?"

I hugged and kised daddy hard, " thanks, dad, thank you so much, I love you."

"Ok baby take your clothes off and I will get the medicine, so we can begin the exam.

Daddy was back in a few minutes with a tube of ointment and a polaroid camera.

"Dad, oh no what’s that for. You’re not going to…"

"I’m soray Susan but I have to document everything. If your condition worrsens the Drs. will need a complete record. I plan to buy a video camerea and will record all of your exams. We must be thorough, we can’t afford modesty. If your treatment works though, no one will ever see these except for me." Daddy smiled as he led me to the bed and instructed me to sit down.

"Ok let’s get started", he said as he slowly cupped and prodded my left and then right breasts. He squeezed and pinched them both for several minutes, as he probed for any evidence of cancerous polyps. He explained that they often surfaced just below the nipple area , so he spent a great deal of time circling and tugging on them, flicking them until they got hard. He took several pictures. In one he instructed me to mash my tits together, in another he had me pull them wide apart. In the last one, after my nipples were long and hard he pulled on one and had me pull on the other to see how much elaasticity remained, before he snapped the picture.

"Does that hurt honey…No? good. Then the cancer has not spread to your breasts yet. Now lay back on the bed and let me get a good look at your pussy."

I did as daddy asked and spread my legs wide for him. He produced a flashlight and put his face right in my crotch so he could check me for polyps. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. He accidentally bumped his nose into me several times. Slowly he peeled my pussy lips apart and reached a finger inside me.

"Honey you are very dry and tight so I need to loosen you up before I can proceed. The Dr. has a machine that would spread you open, I only have my fingers. Try to relax."

For the next few minutes daddy slowly worked on my pussy. As I began to loosen and drip he added another finger, and went deeper. He spent a long time running his finger around the rim, and massaging my clit.

"Daddy, you have to stop! Something is happening. I feel so hot, something is happening! Daddy!!" I shrieked as I had my first true orgasm. I clamped my legs tight on my daddy’s hand and came all over him. I could see my juices running down his wrist. I was so humiliated. Daddy’s fingers kept moving inside me and soon I had a second orgasm.

"Shh don’t worry, that’s a good girl, cum for daddy. Your juices have natural antibodies that will help the medicine work."

Daddy took several pictures of my vagina, all wet and glistening. Then he got the medicine and slowly worked it into my pussy. The cool cream was soothing and eased the pain I had been feeling since I woke up with blood and puss this morning. The medicine was working!

"How does that feel baby," he asked with parental concern as he finished massaging my cunt.

Let’s see I had cum twice, my pussy no longer hurt, and I believed the cancer treatment was working. As I look back on how easily my father fooled me, how completely he deceived me I feel so angry. At him sure, but also at my own stupidity. But then…how was I supposed to know my daddy was an asshole. To me it was simple. I was hurt, and scared and came to my daddy for help. When he was finished I felt better. Yes it was an embarasing place for him to inspect but…he was my daddy, and he loved me.

"Thank you daddy I feel so much better."

For the next two years my father drugged me, raped me in my sleep, and then treated me for it the next day. He gave me thorough exams, video taped every inch of my pussy. In time the cancer spread to my breasts. The were often extremely sore and had marks on them as if they had been bit and squeezed for extended periods. Several months after my diagnosis I developed cancerous polyps in my rectum. These were extremley painful and bloody. My father did not rape me every day. No he was too smart for that. I still don’t know what drug he used on me, but it must have been pretty strong. I think he was afraid I would become addicted to it, or worse–develop a resistance to it’s affect. By spacing out his rapes, I never did. I don’t know exactly how many times he raped me, but I had a "Polyp burst" at least once a week for over 2 year. By my count that’s easily over 100 rapes.

Some weeks I had multiple ruptures.

For 2 years my father convinced me I had cancer. For 2 years he put his filthy hands in me and molested my pussy and raped my ass–while I thanked him for helping me. He looked me in the eye and I swear I could see the love and concern that he had for me. He appeared to be the perfect father. Some nights we’d lie in bed naked, and just talk. I could share my fears and hopes and dreams with him, and he always had time for me, always seemed interested. I used to wonder why daddy never remarried, never even dated. I asked him once.
"You are all the woman I need sweethart. Daddy would never bring an outsider in here to boss you around."

Daddy was real big on privacy and "Outsiders". I guess that’s why I had no real close friends and did not date. I was 15 years old(almost 16), and it was just me and daddy.

For 2 years my daddy committed some of the most horrible crimes imaginable.

And then it got worse.

You see I was 15 yrs old when I got pregnant.
Oh I did not believe it at first. I mean how could I be pregnant, I had never been on a date much less had sex with a boy. I ignored it when I missed my period. I told myself that the cancer might somehow be interfering. It was right before I discovered the truth that my dad purchased a computer. The Internet was still new, but he paid for the Compuserve service. I was allowed to use it too, and it was not long before I discovered the History feature. I visited all the sites my dad bookmarked. Suprise suprise, it was all porn. Story after story about fathers making love to their daughters. Pictures of young girls, spread and submissive, getting their pussys fucked by older men. Some sites catered to Incest, but there were Rape sites as well. This was the first time I considered the idea of a father raping his daughter. It bothered me. Why would daddy like such disgusting web sites? I became curious(suspicious?).

One day I checked Daddy’s room and found his magazine collection. It was obscene. This was not Playboy or even Hustler. These were rape pictures. They were amateur stuff. The girls were spread and ofren tied, into the most debasing poses. Their eyes were dull and lifeless. On the Top shelf of daddy’s closet there was a box of magazines. As I looked through these, I ran into a suprise that changed my life.

I was the centerfold.

Pictures of my exams with daddy were in each of the magazines. From "Girl Toy", to "Young-sluts", to "Daddy’s Little Slut", and many more; I was naked, spread wide and dripping cum. I was different from most of the other girls because I was usually alert, trusting, sometimes even smiling in my pictures. You see I did not know I was being raped and molested. I thought I was gettting an exam, that made me feel good. I did not know perverts all over America would be jerking off to me, I thought only my dad or maybe a Dr. would see my pictures.

I felt so cheap, so dirty. I could not bear to look at daddy over the next couple of days. I was so angry at him. The next time a polyp burst I could not stand the thought of him taking pictures of me, or letting him put his fucking hands inside of me.

So I did not tell him.

Of course daddy knew something was wrong. He had after all brutally raped my ass and drugged me. When I did not come to him like a stupid little girl for treatment, he came to me.

"How are you feeling today Susan, how is your Cancer,"he asked while stroking my tits in preperation for an exam.

"Fine," I said as I pulled away from him.

For the next 4 days Daddy raped me harder than he ever had before. I was shitting blood, my tits had obvious bite marks, and my pussy was full of puss(sperm). I was now a week overdue for my period FOR THE SECOND MONTH.

You want to know how stupid I was? I just thought my Cancer had gotten worse. I sill did not suspect my dad of raping me. I mean how could he, I would never sleep through something like that. I knew he was sick, that he was selling my exam pictures. I figured he was probably enjoying playing in my pussy, when he examined me–but let’s be honest my daddy had been washing my cunt with his bare hands since I was 11 years old. I had been sleeping naked with his hard dick pressed againt me every night since I was 13.

Still I felt betrayed by him selling my cancer pictures. I began wearing a nightgown and panties to bed. I refused to let him bathe me, saying I was too old for that now.

And I stopped letting him examine me.

For four nights in a row he brutally raped me in my sleep. Each morning he would ask me how I was and pretend that he loved me. Each morning I would pretend nothing was wrong as I lay bleeding in a half drugged stupor.

I thought I was dying. On the 5th morning I asked to go to the hospital.

Daddy told me to go shower and he would drive me in right away. When I washed the blood and sperm out of me and stepped out of the shower daddy was standing there naked. His cock was bobbing up and down and he was staring at my 34 C tits, fat ass, and nearly hairles cunt.

He walked over to me and began to kiss me hard, powerfully. Now daddy had kissed me before, on the lips even. But this kiss was different it went on and on. He backed me up against the glass door and his cock was bumping into my hip. his hands were on my breasts, caressing them, tugging on me. At first I kissed him back the way I always did, to satisfy him, to get him to leave me alone. But this time he would not be satisfied. This time he demanded more from me. Daddy lowered his head to my breast and licked, and sucked and nibbled on them–hard.

I had enough.

"Daddy stop, let me go that’s enough, I cried as I tried to push him away.

He stopped for a moment. Then he looked me in the eye and said," You know don’t you. You know that I have been fucking you don’t you, you little slut. Well that was nothing. I’m tired of fucking you while you sleep. I want to hear you beg, scream plead for mercy. I want to see your titties shake as you try to get away. I want to see the look of fear and resignation in your eyes when you realize that you belong to me; that I can do anything I want to your body, and there is NOTHING you can do to stop me. Come on Susan it’s time to get raped by daddy," he laughed as he pulled and jerked me down the hallway to his bedroom and threw me on the bed. I tried to kick him in his dick but he must have been expecting it. He caught my leg and twisted me onto my stomach.

"No matter how many times I fuck your wet little pussy, I can’t help wanting to fuck your tight little ass. Ass, pussy, pussy,ass. I can never decide which to fuck first. I was going to be tender with you and fuck your cunt nice and slow for our first real time together–but since your tried to kick me, I guess we’ll do this the hard way."

My father started smacking me on my bottom with hard, loud cracks.

"I(Smack) o wn(whack) this beautiful,round little (thwack) ass! I am going to fuck it(pound) suck it, lick it and stick it," he declared as he beat my ass. I was screaming and crying so hard I lost count but I assume he hit me 16 times cause at the end he said,"here is one to grow on slut!"

Tears blinded my eyes, snot was dripping from my nose, and I could not catch my breath. But I still tried to get away. I managed to throw myself off the bed and crawl to the door.

Daddy caught me.

He pressed his weight down behind me kicked my legs apart and began forcing his way inside my dry ass. I felt the pressure build and clenched my cheeks together as hard as I could. Even though he had raped my ass many times before, I had always been asleep, passive. Now I was awake, fighting him, dry and clenched. I might have been able to keep him out if he had not pounded me on the back.

The air rushed out of me and he slammed his fat cock home. My half healed ass scabs re-opened and I was soon slick with blood and pre-cum. Daddy reached around and played with my tits, as he fucked me on the floor of his bedroom. It went on and on. I have no idea how long. He took his time and savored every moment. He would pound me, ram himself deep inside of me, and then rest there. I could feel his hot breath and sweat on my back. He reached down and began finger fucking my pussy. It was cruel and brutal. Apparently fucking me when I was awake was much more satisfying. He did not allow himself to cum while I was on the floor.

"Get up Susan" I want to taste you now. I am going to lick your sweet, fresh pussy. You are going to whimper and moan and cum like the hot little whore we both know you are. I am going to make you beg your daddy to fuck you. You will spread your tasty snatch and offer yourself to me. I am raping you now, but soon we will be making love. Daddy knows your body so well. He still loves you. You are my woman. Submit to me. Give daddy your pussy. You don’t have a choice."

Daddy licked me for a long time. He was too strong for me to stop him from spreading my legs and burying his face in my snatch. He sniffed, and licked and drooled in my pussy for so long. He kept sucking and kissing my clit. At first I was scared I would cum, that I would give him the satisfaction of humiliating me. But as daddy continued raping me with his mouth, I realized that I was to angry(and scared) to cum. How dare he put that filthy mouth on me. His grunts and slobbers disgusted me. I would never cum for my rapist,
I would never cum for a man I hated.

Even if he was my daddy.

He was pretty angry at my defiance. I was supposed to be a helpless defenseless, submissive little girl. Daddy never expected or prepared for resistance. He was completely suprised when I grabbed the head between my legs and scratched him down the side of his face. He roared in pain ad disbelief.

"You scratched me you filthy bitch, you scratched your own father! You’ll pay for that."

He ripped my legs open and positioned his dick at my entrance. He laughed as he slid into me. He went slow and made me feel every inch. Deeper, and deeper until he reached the bottom of my young cunt.

And then he stopped.

He did not fuck me right away. Instead he taunted me, invited me to try and escape. He suggested that if I begged hard enough he might let me go. At first I said nothing, I refused to give him the satisfction but…what if it was true. Some people say rape is just about power. What if I gave him somethng, anything to get him not to fuck me.

I had to try.

"Daddy, I’m sorry for scratching you. I still love you, please don’t hurt me any more. Please daddy don’t rape me again. You are my daddy this is wrong. I’ll do anything."

Daddy bounced around a little and made tiny thrusts forward. his fingers kept playing with my tits and clit.

"Good baby, but not good enough. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you. Like you are a slut who needs her daddy’s fat cock to rip her apart. I want to hear you say the words. Like you are desperate for it. Then maybe it will be enough. Do it Susan, beg daddy like the cock whore you are. Do a good enough job and this is all over., he promised as his dick twitched and jerked inside me. He pulled out and slammed in again and held it.

I did not know what to do. I knew I could not get him off of me. I knew his dick was just about ready to rape me. I wanted to believe him. This was my only chance, as slim as it was what else could I do.

"Daddy I need your cock, I’ve always wanted it. I want to lick it and suck it all night. I love your cock daddy. The way you press it into me while I sleep. I bet it tasts so good daddy, won’t you let me taste it? My ass is all itchy, it misses you daddy. I can see now I was wrong to resist. I am your woman dad. You can do anything you want to me. You own me. I’m just a dirty, filthy cock loving slut who needs her daddy to rape her. Thank you for raping me all these years. You are so good to me. I love you dad. Don’t wait any more fuck me daddy, fuck me right now! I need it now! Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy fuck your little girl’s pussy, pleassse!"

I was crying in desperation and frustration. In my heart I knew what was about to happen. I tried to convince myself that he might have mercy on me, after all I had done everything he asked. Maybe he would keep his word and let me go.

Daddy slowed things down and just held me for a few minutes. He began to kiss me softly, tenderley. He kept whispering my name and telling me how much he loved me. He was making soft shushing noises as he played in my ass and rubbed my clit.

"You have to kiss me back Susan, that’s it stick out your tounge so I can suck it for you…mmm so good baby. See how nice daddy can make you feel? I told you I would not fuck you, or cum inside of you. You’ve been such a good little girl for daddy. Daddy needs you to bounce up and down on his cock a litte. That’s right, oh yeah, that’s nice. Now a little harder, uh, harder! Yeah, now hold it. Keep kissing me, press those tits into me. Oh god you are such a fucking slut, such a good girl."

I had been trying not to rest my full weight on daddy’s cock, to bounce just a little bit. But my knees were getting tired. As I felt my self sinking down on the meat inside of me, I started getting wet. Daddy had been playing with my clit for over 10 minutes–I could not help it. I could smell my juices now. I could hear them squishing and sloshing as I rode on daddy’s fat cock. He was mashing and kneading my ass meat in his hands while he cupped me, while he fucked me. Every once in a while he stopped sucking my tounge and would concentrate on a nipple, on smelling, and sniffing my tits.

Daddy still was not really fucking me. Not ripping into me like we both knew he wanted. He was making me ride him. Every time I sank down on him he held me in place for a few seconds. I could feel him fill me completely. I could feel him pulse and throb, and twitch in time to the beating of my clit. I began to hold the slightest hope that he would not hurt me, that he would not cum inside of me.

I forgot one thing: My daddy is an asshole.

"I knew it! I knew you would enjoy this, that you needed this. Your hot little body has been begging for my cock for years. Well you are going to get it, no more of your teasing. Can you feel daddy’s cock Susan? Do you know how hard I’m going to fuck you? Oh god you are sooo fucking tight. I, uh, own uh, this, uh cunt!"

I just closed my eyes and tried to endure it. But the tears kept rolling down my face. I did not beg him not rape me any more, I knew it would not help. I just let him fuck me, and suck me, and lick me and stick me over, and over again. He laid me down in the missionary position and began powerfucking me. My tits were shaking wildly. My pussy was being ripped and abused as he pounded me. I had to make one final attempt.

"You promised dad, you promised not to do this. Please don’t cum inside of me. Ok, I knew you were going to fuck me, but you don’t have to cum inside of me. Pleease, stop take it out, take it ou..NO!!!!" I shrieked as he spurte d his cum inside me. It felt like piss to me and looked like snot. Finally daddy rolled off of me. I thought it was over.

I was wrong.

Even though he had cum inside me that was not enough for him. He had raped my ass, sucked my pussy, and fucked my cunt..but he had missed my mouth. As I laid there sobbing in the fetal position daddy straddled my face and said,"open up slut you’re not through yet," as he forced my mouth open and shoved his slimy prick inside of me. As he raped my mouth with his fat cock I gagged on him and could taste my own juices and blood. I was trying not to black out, and did not even plan to resist anymore.

Then daddy made a mistake.

"That’s right bitch get me nice and hard so I can finish fucking your sweet ass. I’ll never get enough, I will rape you forarrrggh!!! You bit me, you fuck!!!!, you bit my dickshiiit!!"
Daddy screamed in fear like a little sissy bitch. Blood was dripping freely from his cock. While her grabbed a towel, I ran to the kitchen got a butcher’s knife and locked myself in my room.

It was several hours later when he knocked on the door. "Susan honey we need to talk."

"Stay away from me, I’m calling the police."

"I don’t think that’s such a good idea. If you do that. I’ll make sure everyone sees your home movies and naked pictures. I’ll spread them all over town. You are not even 16 yet, so you will have to live in a foster home for the next 2 years. If a Dr. examines your blood he will find that you are a long time drug user, and I’ll say that you attacked me. You will have to get up on that stand and tell the whole world how stupid you were, how I fooled you and raped you for years. Who is going to believe that you did not know it was wrong to sleep naked in my bed, to let me wash your cunt, and soap your fat little titties? What jury is going to believe you were so innocent that you thought it was ok for daddy to videotape your pussy, and give you breast exams? Really Susan come on. Did you know I can pass a lie detector test? I ve done it before. No Susan, I don’t think you really want to call the police, he said as he laughed at me through the door.

"I hate you, I will never forgive you. I can’t stand to be around you. I never want to see you again, " I screamed in rage at his betrayal.

"(sigh) I can see that now. I’m sorry honey I know I let things get out of hand. I really did plan to seduce you at first but…well you were just so cute I could not resist. Here is what I suggest. You will be 16 in a couple of months. With a parent’s permission you can be declared an emancipated minor. I will set you up in your own apt and give you a healthy allowance. As the Executor of your estate, at my discretion I can increase your access to your money or deny it until you turn 21. In this state a rape must be reported in 5 years or it cannot be prosecuted. When you turn 21 we’ll be free of each other for good, if that’ what you want. I hope you’ll give your dad a second chance. We are all we have. I promise no more sex stuff unless you ask for it. You are in control. Do we have a deal?"

We did.

I moved out of my father’s house in 3 months and got my own apt. I finished high school, got good grades and went to college. After being brutally raped and molested for years you might think I would be turned off from sex.  

 In a way I was.

I would never let a man control me, dominate me. My body belonged to me. Missionary sex terrified me. Feeling a man on top of me, was too submissive. The idea of a penis in my vagina was repugnant. I think I will always see my father’s snotty cum-piss. I will always think of his fucking hands probing me, examining my pussy.

I will always think of the sister or brother that I aborted(murdered?).

No matter how badly I wish it were not true, I have been having sexual feelings since I was 11 years old. Since daddy used to tickle my tits and washed my pussy with hs hands. Hot, nasty sex is a part of me. I like it, I want it, I need it.

I just don’t need it from my daddy.

When I let a man fuck my ass I don’t have to look at him. He can’t get me pregnant. No matter how degrading some people think anal sex is, nothing gives a man more control, more power to change your life, than missionary pussy sex.

When I sucked a cock I always know in the back of my mind that I can bite it, that I can clamp down on it and grind his dick up if he gets too rough. Even though I have been raped, drugged, molested, videotaped and abused in some ways I am still a virgin. I mean I have never given myself to a man willingly, completely. No one has ever been given my pussy, not to fondle, not to suck, and certainly not to fuck. I thought that I would never want to.

I thought I could never let somebody have me like that.

As I sat next to Ron on the couch in his apt. I knew that hours had passed. For most of my story I had not looked at him, I could not meet his eyes. I could not stand to see pity or disgust, or worse lust in him. I looked at him now, and his face was unreadable. Somehow I found the courge to say, "I never thought I would find someone that I could trust eough, love eough to give my virginity to. Then I found you."

I felt myself start to shiver as I looked at him, as I waited for his response. He had not said a word as I told my story. As I searched his face, I saw the cool, unreadable mask that he had plastered on, begin to crack. Soon he was crying sobbing like a baby. It was…sweet, predictable I suppose, but I really did not want to console anybody right now. I did not want pity, even from the man I loved.

"(Sigh) he is a kind, sweet, sexy little nerd and I love him. I guess I can put up with it," I thought to myself and smiled, and held him.
Finally he stopped sobbing and let go of me. He looked at me and a coldness descended on his eyes. "Your father deserves to die for what he did. I am going to kill him."

I could not believe what I was hearing, this was insane. I did not anticipate Ron’s reaction.

It got worse.

"No, killing him is not enough. He needs to be beaten, broken, scared for his life. He needs to be violated and betrayed like you were. I am going to rape your father…and I want you to help. When he is broken, raped, crying on the floor like a weak little sissy bitch, begging his baby girl for mercy–then I will spit in his face, piss on him and pull the trigger."

I had to stop this, I had to stop this right now. Ron had lost his mind. He was seething. This was not braggadoccio or macho male shit. He was serious. An evil was settling over him. No, that’s not quite right. This was more like righteous indignation, it was almost biblical. The kind of rage that would allow you to stone a person, or let fire come down from heaven and consume him. There was no mercy in it, no doubt, or desire to hold off. It was zealous. Ron was looking forward to executing his judgement.

"Ron, I know you care, I know you are doing this for me but…it is not necessary. I have gotten past this. I don’t want to lose you. You’ll be arrested and I’ll be alone again. My father is an asshole, he is not worth going to jail over. Please don’t do this."

Ron gave me a sad smile and said," I love you Susan, you are worth this. No matter what you say you are NOT over what your father did to you. I am going to hear him say that he is sorry for what he did. I want to taste his tears, I want to see him crawl to you naked and kiss your feet. But…I don’t intend to go to jail. I’m in no hurry. We have plenty of time to plan his murder. Nobody knows what he did to you. You never reported it. You have not even seen the man in 3 years. We live 100 miles away. We can beat him, rape him, kill him and be back on campus before anyone knows we were gone. Plus we can alibi each other. Let’s wait until after you are 21. Why would a multi millionaire kill her kind, sweet daddy. The police won’t even suspect us. We’ll get rid of all his videotapes, magazines, pictures and computer files. I love you baby, and I want to do this for us. I will beat him. I will rape him, I have to…but if you insist , if you really insist I won’t kill him, I’ll just castrate the fucker." I looked into the eyes of the man I loved and kissed him deeply. He pulled me up into his lap and I felt him get hard beneath me. Then he bega ntickling me and kissing my neck. It felt so warm, so familiar so right. I had 2 years to talk him out of killing my father. I had to admit it was a nice fantasy. The idea of watching Ron rape him, hearing him beg ME for help, maybe fucking saying he was sorry just one time–well it did make me feel pretty damn good. Maybe it was because Ron was touching my cunt through my jeans, but I started becoming aroused at the idea of raping daddy. I could fuck him with a dildo until HE bled. I could not help chuckling at the image of my strong daddy naked with a dildo in his butt saying,"Please Susan, help me, don’t rape me, I’m your daddy, don’t castrate me!"

Maybe I would feel sorry for him.

Maybe we would just scare the shit out of him. Maybe we would not touch him at all.
Heh, then again…maybe we would.

After all, my daddy is an asshole.

Author of this rape story is Jaz