Rape Stories.

by Suzie Barker

Suzie knew the place was going to be a seedy dive. But when she arrived and was taken into the back office by one of the doormen - she soon felt out of her depth. The club was dark, lit only by dim red lights and a few uplighters. The stage was the only area that was bright. Bright and cheesy looking - with a glitzy curtain. The ad said ?Hostesses Wanted?. She took this to mean bar work, or possibly working the floor as a waitress. Nothing could have prepared this 17 year old girl for what she was going to be put through.

She entered the office and saw him sitting there. Fat, scruffy and sweaty. The kind of man that she would normally cross the street to avoid. But here in this office was this man - the boss.

“NAME?” - he blurted.

“Suzie” - came her reply.

“AGE?”

“19.”

He looked up and confirmed his suspicion that the voice belonged to a vision of innocence. Blond, slim, blue eyes - and a complexion that was as smooth as a baby.

“YOU APPLYING FOR THE HOSTESS JOB?”

“YYYes,” came Suzie?s frightened reply.

He turned to the doorman standing behind her.

“ANYONE WITH HER?”

“No Mr Copeman.”

He leaned his great weight against the back of his chair and turned to Suzie.

“YOU TELL ANYONE THAT YOU?RE APPLYING FOR THIS JOB?”

“No.”

That was the truth. No way was she going to tell anyone about this. The place had a reputation. But she was desperate. Her landlord was demanding rent and her credit card bills were out of control. Somebody had told her about the big tips that she could get working in a club. That was generally true, but poor Suzie picked the wrong club - and she was about to pay the price for her mistake.

Mr Copeman seemed satisfied with her reply. He eyed her body up and down as she stood before him.

“ANYBODY IN THE STREET - WAITING FOR YOU?”

“No - as I said, no one knows I came here.” Suzie immediately regretted saying this for fear of appearing too vulnerable. She was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and was loosing control of the situation.

“GOOD!!” Mr Copeman was now taking a keen interest in Suzie.

“LOOKS LIKE WE?VE CAUGHT ONE BENNY,” said the boss to the doorman.

“LL look… maybe I should leave,” said Suzie - looking for the door.

Benny blocked her path.

?YOU?RE GOING NOWHERE BABE,” said Mr Copeman. “I?M AFRAID THAT LEAVING IS NOT AN OPTION FOR YOU NOW MY SWEET.”

Suzie was shaking with fear.

Mr Copeman opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a knife. He examined the long blade in his hands and looked at Suzie. “YOU?RE GOING TO BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL AND DO AS YOU?RE TOLD!… UNDERSTAND?”

“Let me go… please.”

Mr Copeman laughed at her.

“YOU?VE GOT TO BE KIDDING BABE. LOOK AT THE FACTS…”

“YOU?RE A GREAT LOOKING YOUNG GIRL.”

“YOU?RE MAKING MY COCK HARD JUST STANDING THERE IN YOUR SKIMPY T-SHIRT AND TIGHT JEANS.”

“YOU?RE ALONE.”

“NOBODY KNOWS YOU?RE HERE.”

“I WANT TO FUCK YOU… SO DOES BENNY… AND NO DOUBT SO WILL THE OTHER GUYS ON MY TEAM WHEN THEY SEE YOU.”

“…AND WHEN WE?VE ALL FINISHED WITH YOU IN A COUPLE OF DAYS OR SO, I CAN GET BIG MONEY FOR YOU… SELLING YOU ON TO THE SEX SLAVE TRADERS.”

“THIS TIME NEXT WEEK YOU WILL PROBABLY BE CHAINED NAKED TO AN ARAB?S BED POST SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE EAST - AWAITING HIS NEEDS!”

Suzie collapsed to the floor and burst into tears.

“GET HER BACK UP ON HER FEET BENNY… I WANT HER STANDING WHEN SHE STRIPS FOR ME.”

Benny dragged her back to her feet.

“STAND STRAIGHT BITCH!” Mr Copeman was not going to let stupid female tears prevent him from having his prize of tender fresh young pussy.

“NOW… LETS GET ONE THING STRAIGHT SUZIE, FROM NOW ON YOU WILL DO AS YOU?RE TOLD… I WILL ORDER YOU TO DO SOMETHING AND YOU ALWAYS SAY ?YES MR COPELAND? - AND YOU WILL ALWAYS DO WANT I WANT - UNDERSTAND?”

“YY Yes Mr Copeman,” came Suzie?s frail reply.

“NOW LETS SEE SOME SKIN MY SWEET… TAKE OFF YOUR T-SHIRT!”

“Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie knew that resistance was useless. She lifted her t-shirt up, revealing her bra. She pulled it up and over her shoulders - pulling her arms out of it as she completed the instruction. She dropped it to the floor and placed her arms back down by her sides.

Mr Copeman grunted an approval at her obedience.

“TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES AND JEANS.”

“Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned the fly of her tight jeans. She peeled them down her smooth thighs - and off over her petite little bare feet.

Again she stood up straight and placed her hands by her sides.

“GOOD GIRL!” Mr Copeman drank in the sight before him. Perfect body, slim, smooth, good tits, long legs and a great face - almost a childlike face. He focussed on her bra and thong. White, skimpy - almost see-through.

“TURN AROUND!”

“Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie turned to face Benny.

“PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND STICK OUT YOUR TITS!”

“Yes Mr Copeman.”

Her thong enhanced her butt so beautifully.

Suzie heard Mr Copeman stand up and move towards her - but she dared not turn around. Instead she kept facing Benny, allowing him the pleasure of looking at her almost naked body.

Suzie jumped as she felt the cold blade of steel on her shoulder.

Mr Copeman sniggered as he allowed the blade to trace the contours of Suzie?s shoulder.

“KEEP LOOKING AT BENNY MY SWEET!”

“Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie looked into Benny?s eyes as she suddenly felt one of the shoulder straps of her bra give way and fall. She knew that Mr Copeman had cut it with the knife.

“OH YES… GOOD GIRL!”

Suzie felt the blade slip under the other shoulder strap - and felt the strap give way. Still with her hands on her head she felt a cold air on her now exposed breasts.

Benny gasped in admiration of her assets.

“ARE THEY NICE BENNY?”

“Oh yes sir, they?re real nice.”

“DESCRIBE THEM TO ME BENNY… BEFORE I SEE THEM FOR MYSELF”

“They?re pert sir, with nipples pointing up. Can I feel now them sir?”

“WAIT BENNY! LET ME COMPLETE THE PICTURE FOR YOU.”

Suzie felt the blade trace down her bare back… down to her butt. The blade slipped under the waistband of her thong and stopped.

Suzie braced herself for total exposure.

“ARE YOU READY BENNY?”

“Oh yes sir… look at my pants Mr Copeman, I?ve got a real wood-on for this whore bitch.”

“GOOD… YOU WILL SOON BE ABLE TO USE IT ON HER.”

“AND ARE YOU READY TO SHOW YOURSELF TO US SUZIE?”

Suzie hesitated. She knew that the only reply she was allowed to give was ?Yes Mr Copeman?. Still she hesitated. By saying ?yes? she would in-effect be saying ?yes? to sex with these brutes. But she wanted to say ?no? - oh how she wanted to say ?no? - and then run from this place… forever.

“WELL SUZIE?”

“Y Y Yes Mr Copeman.”

The waistband was no match for the blade. In a second Suzie felt her thong slip away and land at her feet. Now very naked with her hands still on her head she still stood facing Benny - who inspected her shaven pussy closely.

“TURN AND FACE ME SUZIE… AND KEEP YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD.”

“Yes Mr Copeman.”

Suzie turned and exposed herself completely to Mr Copeman.

“OH MY, WHAT HAVE WE HERE? SUZIE… YOU SHAVE YOUR PUSSY!!”

There was a moment’s silence as he took in the sight to behold.

“GOOD GIRL! YOU HAVE SAVED US A JOB SUZIE!”

She felt so embarrassed. They could see her clit, even though her legs were tightly closed. She wished that she had kept her pubic hair, or at least enough to cover her modesty.

Mr Copeman then touched her for the first time. First he touched breasts gently, brushing his fingers against her nipples. They hardened very quickly to prominent buds that were irresistible to feel.

Suzie gasped as Mr Copeman?s touch became more forceful. He groped her breasts now, squeezing them and tweaking the hardened nipples.

“GOOOOOOD GIRL!”

His hands were know all over her breasts and they soon became bruised with the attention they received.

Suzie was helpless, with her hands clasped on her head. Mr Copeman then turned his attention to the rest of her. He kneeled in front of her and put his face to her flat tummy. He kissed her skin. She tensed as he moved down her front, licking and kissing her as he went. When he reached her pussy went crazy… biting and licking at the shaven entrance to her vagina like a dog.

“BENNY… GIVE ME THAT LUBRICATION GEL.”

Suzie was in tears as she watched Mr Copeman work the gel all over his hand and wrist.

He held her open with one hand and began work the gel into her open sex tube with the other. It felt soothing and pleasant for young Suzie… but the feeling was short lived.

The pleasing sensation soon gave way to pain again as Mr Copeman began to feed his gel-covered other hand into her open sex tube. When he fingered her she cried with pain.

“Arrrrrrrrr ghhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

“OH YES… TAKE THEM SUZIE… TAKE MY FINGERS GIRL!”

Her boyfriend was always gentle. Never more than one finger… ever. But Mr Copeman first pushed one finger up her, then two… and with a bit more gel, he forced three and then… four fingers right up inside her.

“YOU?RE SO SEXY SUZIE… YOUR CUNT IS SO SMOOTH. I THINK EVERY YOUNG GIRL SHOULD BE MADE TO SHAVE THEIR CUNT DON?T YOU SUZIE? IT SHOULD BE COMPULSORY!”

The pain gave way to pleasure for Suzie as her clit became stimulated by Mr Copeman?s dancing fingers and there was nothing she could do about it. Mr Copeman saw the effect he was having on her and he was soon able to work his fingers in and out of her more easily.

“GOOD GIRL… YOU?VE TAKEN FOUR OF MY FINGERS SUZIE… NOW YOU WILL TAKE MY WHOLE FIST!”

He eased his fingers back out of Suzie, far enough to allow his thumb to join in the fun. She watched as he gelled up his whole hand and wrist again. Then, after he had rolled up his shirt sleeve and with his whole hand clenched tight and his fingers closed together and pointing straight - he slid back into her… with vengeance!

He rammed his hand in so hard that Suzie stumbled backwards and almost lost her balance.

“Arrrrrrrrr ghhhhhh!!!!!!!!” She screamed as she felt his hand pass beyond the point of maximum resistance and watched in horror as it dissappeared completely inside her… right up to his wrist. Never had she taken so much up her.

“NOW… ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST EVER FIST FUCK SUZIE?”

Suzie hesitated.

“I SAID… ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST EVER FIST FUCK SUZIE?”

“YYYes,” came the timid response.

“SUZIE… IT SEEMS THAT YOU?VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO REPLY CORRECTLY TO ME.”

“YYYes Mr Copeman.”

It was difficult (being so tight) but Mr Copeman manipulated his hand inside Suzie and finally managed to make a fist.

“Arrrrrrrrr ghhhhhh!!!!!!!!,” it felt as though he was tearing her insides to shreads as his hand reformed into the shape of a fist inside her. The pain was so intense. Suzie?s cried and cried.

Once the fist was made, Mr Copeman started to fist fuck poor Suzie… good and HARD!!

He rammed his fist in and out…

“Arrrrrrrrr ghhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

Then pulled it all the way out and examined the results of his efforts. Suzie?s cunt was now stretched and her sex flaps were gaping wide open like an old whore?s. He plunged his fist back up her…

“Ohhhhh ooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!

This time it went back up with comparitive ease. It slid up her sex tube… right up to his wrist. Her cunt took him with no real resistance. He pushed in further….

“Arrrrrrrrraaaaaaa!!!”

“And soon he was in her… right up to his forearm. But he pushed still further…

“Ooooooooohhhhh!!!!

“And pushed and pushed… and she eventually she was taking him elbow deep.

He then conducted an internal examination poor Suzie… checking her out without realising what he was touching. It all felt the same to him… warm and slippery.. like raw meat on a butcher?s slab. She jumped and jolted her whole naked body as he touched her deepest parts with his fingers.

Mr Copeman motioned to Benny… inviting him to get in closer with the camera. Benny moved the camera closer to Suzie?s cunt opening and flooded it with more light. She was really on show now, her cunt gaping wide open and wet with a mixture of gel and blood.

“OK BENNY… PUT THE CAMERA ON AUTO AND COME AND JOIN IN THE FUN. START WITH HER TITS!”

Benny went in like a madman.

“Fuckin fantastic tits boss. Love these nipps!”

He dug his finger nails into her breasts, twisting the nipples - causing them to bleed.

Suzie screamed and moved her hands from her head, down to protect her breasts.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP - BITCH!”

Suzie was taken by suprise as Mr Copeman?s free hand slapped her cheek. He hit her so hard that he left a red mark on her perfect skin.

He hit her again… then again… then again… and then again.

Suzie gasped and gasped… she tasted blood felt the side of her mouth swelling.

She was silenced by fear.

“LET?S GET HER ON THE DESK BENNY… AND TIE HER DOWN.”

Suzie?s instincts made her struggle as Mr Copeman and Benny expertly lifted her petite little body up onto the desk and then spread her wide. They tied her wrists and ankles the the corners - thus allowing easy access to her breasts and vagina.

She felt so dirty… showing herself in such an open and exposed way.

They mauled her pert young body with their sweaty fat hands.

“NOW FOR THE MAIN ATTRACTION SUZIE.”

Suzie watched in horror as Mr Copeman unbuttoned his pants and dropped his shorts. She saw his fat white thighs and fat stomach, both repulsed her. More to the point, she saw his cock, a huge monster of a cock white with an angry red helmet. His hugh hairy balls hung down, wrinkled and ugly.

“COME ON BENNY… LET SUZIE SEE YOUR WEAPON.”

Benny did the same as Mr Copeman. Suzie saw that Benny?s black cock was even bigger than Mr Copeman?s, but the skin was tighter, the foreskin was pulled right back and the bell end was moist with pre-cum. Suzie calculated that Benny was a lot younger, around 35, whereas Mr Copeman must have been about 60.

Both cocks were rock hard for Suzie.

“NOW LETS SEE YOU SUCK IT BABE!”

Mr Copeman forced opened Suzie?s mouth and pushed his cock in… right to the back of her throat. She gagged and gagged. It tasted horrible. Suzie was certain that he hadn?t washed down there for ages… the smell made her feel sick. He continued to forced it in. Still she gagged. He pulled it out and let her breathe. Then it was at the back of her throat again - forcing her to gag. This time Mr Copeman did not pull it out. Instead he pushed his cock so hard that Suzie suddenly felt no more resistance. As her throat opened up she was able to swallow Mr Copeman?s thick cock right down to his balls.

“GOOD GIRL… YOUR FIRST DEEP THROAT. YOU LOOK SO SEXY MY SWEET.”

Mr Copeman pulled himself out of her mouth, as far as the bell end. Then forced it back down her throat again, but this time it went down so easy. It glided down ball-deep. Suzie kept her mouth open as wide as possible as Mr Copeman continued to fuck her throat. In, out, in, out, in, out. Mr Copeland cried with pleasure and grabbed the back of Suzie?s head as he came deep inside her throat. Suzie swallowed and swallowed, drinking down his spunk into her tummy. She concentrated so much on breathing that she didn?t notice what Benny was doing until she felt him at the entrance to her vagina.

“GO BENNY GO… FUCK HER HARD!!!”

Benny slammed his hard black cock into Suzie so hard that he was up to the hilt on the first penetration.

She experienced white intense like never before as he fucked her with his monster cock. With no protection and no thought of Suzie?s feelings he slammed into her like a train, fucking her so deep that it felt as though he was splitting her into two.

Benny broke her like no other man had ever done. He grunted as his spunk flooded her sex tube and travelled deep into her reproductive organs where it belonged. Suzie was furtile… and she would become pregnant with Benny?s seed. The abortion that she would soon endure is another story.

He pulled out and wiped his cock on her panties.

Mr Copeman watched Benny fuck Suzie and he regained his erection.

“LETS GET HER ON ALL FOURS BENNY.”

They untied her, forced her to kneel on the cold stone floor and made her stick her cute little butt in the air.

“I?M GOING TO LUBE UP YOUR BACK DOOR SUZIE, THEN I?M GOING TO MAKE YOUR EYES WATER!!!”

Suzie watched as Mr Copeman used some kind of lubrication gel on her anal passage, working it in and around the entrance. It felt kind of soothing and she was all cried out so she didn?t resist.

Mr Copeland knelt behind Suzie and rubbed his cock around her anal ring.

“SOON BE OVER SUZIE… POOR SUZIE… POOR POOR SUZIE.”

He could see that Benny had also now regained his erection.

“FUCK HER FACE WITH THAT MONSTER BENNY… WHILE I FUCK HER POOP TUBE.”

Pain and then more pain. Suzie cried, screamed and bucked with pain before Benny silenced her with his cock. Mr Copeman rammed his cock up her, tearing her sphincter muscles. The resulting blood mixed with the gel helped lubricate her poop tube for him. As Suzie experienced true anal sex for the first time - Mr Copeman?s giant cock slid further and further into her - stretching her to the limit… and beyond. It took him three attempts to finally get his cock fully inside - ball-deep, but it was worth it.

Mr Copeman moaned… experiencing true pleasure as Suzie?s tight anal ring split open to take his monster. Oh how he then fucked her, his cock now covered in her blood and the lubricating gel.

He could just make out her moaning with pain, but her face was too full of Benny?s cock for her moans to really be heard. Her discomfort seemed to excite him even more and he rode her doggy style for all of ten minutes before finally shooting another load into her.

Benny continued to fuck her face for another few minutes before flooding her mouth with salty cum. He held her head tight to his balls - forcing her to swallow. She gulped and gulped, drinking down Benny?s sperm. It made her feel sick and she reached and coughed some of the spe rm ba ck up her throat to her mouth. It tasted vile, she wanted to spit it out, but Benny grabbed her mouth and held it shut tight.

“Swallow it… SWALLOW IT!!!!”

Suzie swallowed again. She felt the sperm slip some of the way back down her throat again. It took several attempts at swallowing before she managed to move his sperm all the way back down her throat.

When Benny was satisfied that Suzie had indeed swallowed his load for good he let go of her mouth.

Suzie gasped for air, but did not cough any of the sperm back up. It was now deep in her tummy.

Mr Copeman pulled his cock out of Suzie?s anus and examined it.

“LOOKS LIKE WE SHOULD HAVE HOSED HER TUBE OUT FIRST BENNY… MY COCK IS COVERED IN HER SHIT.”

“Oh my… thats gonna take some cleaning off,” said Benny.

“STAY RIGHT THERE SUZIE… STAY ON ALL FOURS!”

Mr Copeman moved round to face Suzie with his cock still standing proud and covered in her shit.

“LOOK SUZIE… LOOK WHAT YOU?VE DONE TO MY FUCKIN’ COCK - YOU FUCKIN’ LITTLE SLUT!!”

Suzie looked in horror.

“CLEAN IT CHEAP BITCH!”

Suzie thought Mr Copeman intended her to wipe his cock with a towel or cloth. She started to get up to fetch something, but was firmly held in place by Benny.

“I SAID… CLEAN IT BITCH!”

“LLL… Let my fetch something to clean it with then, said Suzie.

“YOU ALREADY HAVE SOMETHING RIGHT HERE… SO USE IT!”

“IIII… I don?t understand.”

“USE YOUR MOUTH… USE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.”

Suzie was horrified.

Mr Copeman slapped her hard.

“GET A GRIP GIRL!… SUCK IT… SUCK YOUR FUCKIN’ SHIT OFF MY COCK… NOW!”

Benny grabbed the back of Suzie?s head and pushed her face towards Mr Copeman?s cock. The smell of her shit was very strong and it made her feel sick. Hos cock was literally covered in her shit, brown… with thick lumps of it stuck to the stem. Suzie?s mouth was now touching the helmet of Mr Copeman?s cock.

The smell of shit was intense.

“OPEN YOUR MOUTH SUZIE DARLING.”

Suzie forgot all about how she was supposed to answer Mr Copeman, infact so did Mr Copeman… how she answered him was of no consequence now - getting her mouth open was all that was important right now.

Mr Copeman slapped Suzie hard…”GET YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH OPEN BITCH AND SUCK THIS SHIT OFF GIRL!”

Suzie reluctantly opened her mouth….

“GOOD GIRL… NOW LETS SEE YOU TASTE YOUR OWN SHIT!”

Suzie gagged… the smell… the awful smell.

Mr Copeman held her jaw open and rammed his cock into her mouth.

Suzie tasted her shit. It was like nothing she had tasted before in her young life.

“THAT?S IT GIRL… COME ON… SUCK IT ALL OFF.”

Mr Copeman was pleased with Suzie?s efforts. She began by tentatively sucking his bell-end, gently washing the film of her shit off it with her saliva. Then she gained more confidence and took more of his cock into her mouth, licking the thicker blobs of it off with her tongue and swallowing it all. Suzie was actually eating her own shit… Mr Copeman groaned with pleasure and his cock stiffened.

Suzie took the cock down into her gullet now and bobbed it in and out… fucking her throat with it… washing it clean.

“UMMMMNNNNN… THAT?S GOOD SUZIE… OH… SO GOOD!”

Suzie pulled it out and examined it. She had done a pretty good job, most of the shit was off it now… just a couple of areas on the stem and root which would need further attention.

She took it back into her mouth and used more saliva on the stubborn areas of congealled shit. She ran her tongue over those lumps… feeling their texture. It wasn?t so bad really… once she had overcome the smell. By rubbing her tongue over those areas she could feel them becoming clean. She swallowed the mixture of saliva and shit - and pulled the cock back out of her throat.

The task was complete.

Mr Copeman was very pleased with the result. His cock glistened with Suzie?s saliva, but it was clean of her shit.

He shoved his cock back down her throat one last time and forced her to suck him off to a climax again.

Suzie was an expert now and easily took his cock in deep… right down to his balls. She sucked hard as he fucked her face. Her head was held tight to his crotch as he exploaded his sperm into her gullet.

It took a while for Benny and Mr Copeman to recover from their exertions. Suzie was left on the floor, curled up and crying while they both got their breath back.

It was a good hour before Mr Copeman has regained his composure enough to consider Suzie?s future. But his business brain worked overtime and soon he had made a very good deal with a ?trader? who agreed to collect the ?goods? in a couple of days.

With Suzie?s fate secured, Mr Copeman allowed her to become a play thing for his ?team?. She was subjected to several humiliating sexual acts - each carefully captured on video.

Most of the time she was tied naked to a table. The team comprised of six men, plus Benny. Each man fucked her in every hole - sometimes two or even three men were up her at once with absolutely no protection. She experienced double and triple full penetrations for the first time whilst being videoed. Her body was simply sex meat to them. Tender and fresh sex meat - quality stuff!

Mr Copeman was proud of his video collection. Each girl that he had captured in his collection was subjected to the same acts of rape and torture.

And by now Suzie had been forced to experience each and every one of those acts… apart from one. This one remaining act was in Mr Copeland?s opinion… the best of all. Each girl that had passed through his office over the years experienced this act last - the best was always saved till last.

It was around early afternoon of the second day of her captivity that it happened. Suzie had been left alone for an hour or so… still naked and tied spread eagled to the table. Her limbs ached and she was desperate for a pee.

Benny came in and untied her. She was taken to the bathroom.

“Get yourself clean for Mr Copeman,” said Benny as he pushed her into the shower cubicle.

She showered for twenty minutes. It felt so good, washing away her aches and pains… but not her bruises. She dried herself with a clean fresh towel and found a robe.

Benny returned and pulled her back into Mr Copeman?s office. Mr Copeman was waiting for her at his desk. Beside him was his pet dog, a huge black monster of a dog with big jaws. It sat there panting by his side. Suzie couldn?t figure out why the dog?s front forelegs were wrapped in some kind of protective sleeves.

Suzie noticed the video camera had been set up next to the sofa. The sofa had been covered by a blanket and lights were set up around it.

“NOW SUZIE… I WANT YOU TO MEET MY DOG SATAN.”

Suzie looked at the dog.

“SATAN LIKES YOUNG GIRLS… BUT HE IS VERY SHORT TEMPERED. YOU HAVE TO BE VERY FRIENDLY… VERY VERY FRIENDLY. YOU HAVE TO SHOW HIM THAT YOU ARE RELAXED AND AT EASE WITH HIM… UNDERSTAND?”

“Suzie nodded but didn?t fully understand the implications.

“I THINK THE BEST PLACE FOR YOU TO SHOW HIM YOUR AFFECTION WOULD BE ON THE SOFA.”

Suzie hestitated.

“NOW… DO AS YOU ARE TOLD MY SWEET… AND REMEMBER TO ALWAYS ANSWER ME WITH

?YES MR COPEMAN?… UNDERSTAND?”

“Yes Mr Copeman.”

“TAKE OFF THE ROBE SUZIE.”

“Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie took off the robe.

“GET ON THE SOFA.”

Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie went to the sofa, sat down, put her feet up… and layed back on the rough blanket that was obvoiusly there to protect the fabric from Satan?s sharp claws.

Suzie tensed as Mr Copeman brought Satan to her.

“SAY HELLO TO SATAN SUZIE.”

“HHH… Hello Satan.”

“OPEN YOUR LEGS AND LET HIM SMELL YOU SUZIE.”

“Yes Mr Copeman.” Suzie spread her legs allowing Satan to investigate her girlhood.

Satan licked her pussy.

“HE LIKES THE TASTE OF YOU SUZIE… LOOK BETWEEN HIS LEGS… LOOK AT THE EFFECT YOU?RE HAVING ON HIM.”

Suzie gasped as she saw Satan?s erection… big with a purple head and a bulge at the root.

“LOOK WHAT YOU?VE DONE SUZIE. HE WANTS YOU AS MUCH AS WE DID.”

“No Mr Copeman please… not that… Please… I can?t do it.”

“OH BUT YOU MUST SUZIE. YOU MUST BE FRIENDLY… VERY FRIENDLY, OR SATAN WI LL BE ANNOYED. YOU WON?T LIKE HIM WHEN HE IS ANGRY… BELIEVE ME.”

Suzie didn?t move as Mr Copeman and Benny got hold of the dog and lifted him up onto the sofa with Suzie.

“HE WON?T HURT YOU SUZIE… IF YOU LET HIM DO WHAT HE WANTS. HIS PAWS HAVE BEEN WRAPPED SO YOU WON?T GET CLAWED.”

She could smell the dog?s bad breath as he licked her face. Mr Copeman grabbed Suzie?s thighs and forced them wide apart, exposing her cunt to the dog.

“STAY IN THAT POSITION… DON?T ATTEMPT TO CLOSE YOUR LEGS… UNDERSTAND?”

“YYYes Mr Copeman.”

Benny returned to the video camera and focussed in as Mr Copeman rubbed Satan?s cock until it was rock hard. Suzie gasped as she saw the sheer size of it… it must have been 13 inches long and as thick as her wrist. Mr Copeman positioned Satan?s cock at the entrance to Suzie?s young vagina.

“JUST RELAX SUZIE… LET SATAN DO THE WORK. MAY BE YOU WILL GET TO LIKE IT.”

Mr Copeman held Satan?s cock firmly at Suzie?s entrance and rubbed it up and down… along her vaginal lips. The dog?s pre-cum helped to moisten Suzie?s cunt entrance and she felt her lips part with anticipation. Mr Copeman was finding it difficult restrain Satan by now… he could feel the dog was now very very desperate to fuck Suzie.

“READY BENNY?”

“Oh yes boss… pin sharp and close-up… the way that you like it. I?ve got a great shot from this angle.”

“OK… HERE GOES SUZIE. YOU?RE GOING TO TAKE MY DOG?S COCK RIGHT UP YOUR CUNT NOW. HE IS GOING TO FUCK YOU DEEP AND HARD… UNDERSTAND?”

“YYYes Mr Copeman.”

“GOOD GIRL… NOW - LETS SEE YOU TAKE WHAT YOU DESERVE!”

Suzie bucked as Mr Copeman released Satan?s lust upon her body.

“GOOOOD GIRRRRL!!!”

Brutal rape story by Looney

Susan was in her mid-20s, and had long dark blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She had an angular face with relatively high cheekbones that gave her a look of sophistication which she didn’t hestitate to cultivate under the appropriate circumstances. She also had a very striking mole over the left corner of her upper lip, which gave her something of the appearance of a fashion model although she was only about 5′6″ and had an appealing but by no means overwhelming figure. In fact, although there was no denying that Susan was pretty, it wasn’t so much her physical attributes that attracted males as the way she carried herself. You see, Susan was the very definition of a bitch, a cock tease of the highest order, and had the ability to make any guy drool over her when she wanted, as much as she wanted. However, she didn’t do this all the time–Susan was a master of manipulation and would save her best acting for younger guys, usually still in high school. Susan was no virgin, in fact she fucked more than her share of older, financially successful men who were more than happy to spend their money on her in exchange for a taste of her pussy, but nothing got her off like playing around with the kids. She was so self-absorbed she even kept a diary of her “performances”, to amuse herself when she got bored. Certainly, Susan’s outer beauty was more than matched by the ugliness of her soul. Once upon a time, Susan worked her evil magic on a 17 year old guy named Terry. They met at a coffee place where Terry worked part time. Susan’s decision to begin a performance was usually spur of the moment, and she was so practiced at deception she could go into a routine at the drop of a hat. For Terry, she went with one of her favorites, the helpless woman with too much to carry. Terry happily carried her bags to her car while Susan drank her latte. Susan then followed her usual pattern: she made it a point to drop by the coffee place unannounced, always acting sweet and innocent, always dressing provocatively, and always making Terry feel like he was the most special thing in the world. Terry finally worked up the nerve to ask Susan out, and was ecstatic when she accepted. Of course, Susan had no intention of going out with this guy. Instead, she waited until the last minute and then cancelled. Terry was hurt but undaunted. He asked her out again, and again she accepted. This time Susan stood Terry up. The third time, Susan came to the coffee place earlier in the day, dressed in an incredibly revealing black sleeveless mini dress and black patent leather high heel pumps. Susan told Terry that she just couldn’t see him, and that she hoped he would understand. She played the perfect innocent angel until Terry got desperate and begged. Susan’s face changed, she gave a haughty chuckle, and she told Terry, “live with it, kid” and walked away. Terry was devastated. Susan was immensely pleased. Naturally, Susan stopped coming to the coffee place after that, and after logging the affair in her diary, forgot about Terry and went after fresh blood. A few weeks later, after the weather had gotten colder, Susan was ready to finish off another performance with another unsuspecting guy. As always, she had chosen her clothes carefully for the occasion. This time, Susan had decided to wear her favorite top: a tight, bright red, rib-knit turtleneck sweater. Susan loved wearing turtlenecks, and she especially loved turtlenecks with high collars. This red turtleneck was her favorite because its collar, even when completely and tightly folded over her neck, was still long enough to touch her chin, and as a bonus, the sleeves were long enough to cover half her hands. To go with the turtleneck, Susan wore a black knee-length skirt with a slit up both sides, which showed just enough to make a guy crazy, but nothing more. Although it was cold, Susan went bare-legged, and wore her black patent leather high heeled strappy sandals with closed heel and open toe. The open toe sandals allowed Susan to show off both her gold rings, which she wore on the second toe of each foot, as well as her toenails, which she painted bright red to match her turtleneck. Susan also wore gold rings on the middle finger of each hand, and completed her preparations by carefully making up her face to highlight both her cheekbones and her mole. When she was done, Susan admired herself in her full length mirror. This was a ritual she never grew tired of repeating. Susan then went and broke another heart, laughing evilly to herself as she walked back to her car. What Susan didn’t know was that Terry had seen her, and with icy resolve had decided to follow her. When Susan got back to her apartment complex, she was distracted by a noise down the street, and carelessly failed to make sure the security door was closed. Less than a minute after entering her apartment, after pulling her diary out of its hiding place, she heard a knock on her door. She opened it, and there stood Terry. Susan was surprised just long enough for Terry to push his way into her apartment, knocking her over. Susan fell backwards, hitting her head on the hardwood floor, which stunned her. Terry wasted no time ripping open the semi-conscious Susan’s skirt and yanking down her black panties. Terry proceeded to viciously fist-fuck Susan in her vagina, then turned her over and shoved his cock up her ass. After he’d had his fill, he turned Susan over again on her back. Susan’s sandal-clad feet twitched meekly, making a soft tapping noise on the floor. Her sexy mole quivered over her lip. Her brown eyes stared up at Terry unblinking. Terry stood up to get a good look at the cunt who had hurt him so badly, who would now never hurt anyone again. Susan’s skirt was ruined, torn by Terry’s assault and stained by blood from her anus and vagina. Her high heel sandals were still on her feet, and Susan’s red turtleneck sweater still completely covered her torso. Susan liked wearing turtleneck sweaters because they were perfect for cock teasing, tight enough to incite a boy’s lust, but revealing nothing of what was underneath. Appropriately, Terry knelt down and grabbed Susan by her neck, his hands full of her red turtleneck collar, and squeezed…and squeezed…until Susan’s eyes started to bulge. At that point, Terry slammed Susan’s head against the floor several times, then took one hand and punched Susan full in the face, shattering her nose. Terry then got up and looked around Susan’s place and found the diary and what she had written about him and so many others. He left it open next to her body, walked down the street, and right into oncoming traffic… Susan was found several hours later by one of her rich boyfriends. Susan was laying face up on the floor, hair and face covered in blood, still wearing her favorite red turtleneck sweater, her ruined black skirt, and her black sandals. Susan had not only suffered serious trauma to her head, face, neck, and pelvis, she also had severe brain injury, which left her little more than a vegetable. Yet despite her many boyfriends, not one of them did a thing to help her, as the diary became common knowledge among them and her selfish, sick ways exposed for all to see.

Susan had truly gotten what she deserved.

Rape story by gentlemaster

I am an only child, my dad died when I was at the age of 12 and my Mom worked like a dog to put food on the table. I can remember many a night Mom would come home around 10:30pm, open my door to see if I was asleep. I rarely was. Most times I was on my back with an erection hoping in my wildest fantasies she would come and get in bed with me. I could hear her downstairs rustling the pots and pans. She would be eating her dinner so late. Sometimes I would go down to keep her company. There she would be, scurrying around the kitchen in her skirt and blouse. One thing I can remember about back then, Mom never wore pants suits to work. Always a nice blouse-almost shear. You could see her bra under the material of the blouse. Always a dark skirt to. Shear hosiery….I know she never wore panty hose because I could never find a pair as I searched through her drawers. I did find garter belts and thigh high hose but never pantyhose. That would get my cock so hard even back then at that age.



Then there were the times I would stay in bed. Seeing her naked the first time was an accident. The sound of the shower had awakened me and I knew it was her. I wanted some water to drink and I was going out the door to the kitchen. As I approached my door the shower cut off and as I looking through the opening in the door I could see her emerging from the shower, she was glistening. She reached for a towel and for the briefest of instances her breasts hung free like pendulums. Her little cherry nipples so full and hard. I was instantly erect. She toweled off so slowly, up one leg then the other. Opening her legs to gather the moisture from her beautiful fuzzy mound. Then I saw her open the crack of her ass and dry there. I lost it right there. Somehow I knew I would have her. I was now 16, 175 pounds and 6′-3”. Mom was 5′-5”, 125 pounds and still looking good.



A year later she bought an air conditioner. I was concerned because I would not be able to watch her as she slept in the early morning hours. She would have her door closed. You see Mom always slept in those short rayon gowns. Almost shear and very sexy. I think as a single Mom who at that time was not dating, it gave her a feminine feeling. I don’t know, maybe it gave her easier access to her clit at night. I would watch thru the open door and caress my cock as she slept. I sometimes would see her soft thigh, so close to her mound. Other times she would have the blanket off of her breasts and I could look through the material. She was so beautiful.



The air conditioner was put in in June and my greatest fear was realized. She closed her door at night. AGGHHHHH. I was so mad. Sure I could still watch through the open shower door but I enjoyed her innocence as she slept. One morning I got the nerve to open the door. My heart was pounding as my hands grasp the handle and turned it so so slowly. The door creaked just once, I was so afraid but I opened it till I could see her fully. The covers were all around her, I felt a blast of cold air coming out through the opened door. I knew I would have to come up with another plan.



The problem worked itself out. About a month later, in July, it was so hot. Even at night it was hot. On the east coast in the summer it can be so humid, stifling at night. I was laying in bed, sweating and miserable. I was listening to her in the shower. She had come home and gone into her room and turned on the air conditioner. I was watching her dry off and as she finished she walked past her room down the hallway and I barely got into bed as she opened my door. Johnny….Johnny…..she came over and taped me on the shoulder. I rolled over in my shorts, barely able to contain my hardness. She whispered, it is so hot. Come sleep in my room. Gosh, my heart stopped. I looked at her wrapped in her towel and in a sheepish way said OK. I couldn’t stop smiling.



I went in first and sat on the bed, watching her in the towel. She already had her gown out. She motioned me to turn so she could slip into the gown and I did. All the time watching in the mirror. Panties and a gown, that’s all she had on. She slid under the covers and turned out the lights and I did the same.



I waited. Maybe 30 minutes went by, I slipped out of bed. She felt the movements and said what are you doing Johnny. I said going to pee. I did pee and I also removed my shorts as I got back in beside her. Another 30 minutes and I started. Her brathing was so shallow and steady. I maneuvered my arm under the cover and onto her hip. Nothing. I slowly lifted the gown up until I felt her soft skin. Nothing. Then I got in close with my cock and rubbed it between her cheeks.

The material of her panties felt so good against my cock. Slowly I started inching them down and over her thighs. As I humped her cheeks I slipped a hand around and under the material at her breasts. I gently squeezed a nipple and caressed her breasts. It was going so well, I even tried to roll her over onto her back



What are you doing Johnny was the first thing she said. A soft tone, she was still half asleep. Maybe she thought I was sleep fucking her? With more force I rolled her over. I got onto my knees and finished removing her panties and opened her legs and lay between them. Now she was fully awake at having my weight on top of her. O please no Johnny…what are you doing. You know exactly what I am doing Mom, I told her. You leave that shower door open every night, walk around in those gowns in front of me. You think I don’t see what you are doing…….NO NO PLEASE, I am not doing anything. The tip of my cock was at her lips. It just happened to rest there.But it was so convenient.

Ahhh the way she pushed under me trying to get me off of her. Kicking and twisting. She actually tired herself out. It was to easy. I found her lips and kissed her. She twisted away. I told her…Mom stop it. Don’t struggle. It is going to happen. Why hurt yourself or cause a bunch of problems. She said something to the effect…But I am your mother. You shouldn’t do this. I kissed her again. Holding her mouth this time. Forcing my tongue into her mouth. I had placed my hands around her throat at some point. I told her to join in or it would go bad for her. With all of her fighting and screaming and the fact I was strangling her she very quickly stopped fighting.



I let her relax a minute before continuing. I kissed her, on her lips I could taste salt. She was crying so silently underneath me. Holding her hands above her head I worked down to her nipples. I licked them, bit them, kissed them. I was relaxed but I could tell she was still hating it. I kept her hands in mine as I licked down to her clit. For an instant she started to roll away. I squeezed her hands so hard, she screamed out. First a lick, then a kiss, then I was into her sweet lips with my tongue. In and out, up over her clit.



I had had only one girlfriend with whom I had sex with and she enjoyed my tongue so this is what I did for a long time to Mom.



She was still crying, whispering for me to stop. Begging me almost by the tone of her voice. But her hips were rocking against my face. Involuntary I think. Maybe on a subconscious level she was enjoying it. She was struggling less and at some point I let her hands go. She didn’t hit me or slash at me with her nails. I could feel her tense after about ten minutes. She was gasping like when I was choking her, her hips thrusting against my face, mashing her lips and clit hard into me.



I don’t know, maybe she thought it would be OK…..she would deal with it later, talk to me about the horrors of rape and incest. But I do know my girlfriend was not into ass fucking and I wanted to try it out. Mom seemed to be settling down…….



I rolled her over and got her ass in the air. I slid into her cunt from behind. I wanted to slick the ole cock a bit. Maybe 2 minutes went by, I had already been into her ass with a finger to open her a little. I pulled out and spread her cheeks. As my head touched her hole she freaked. O no you don’t you fucker, I was tolerant of this other stuff, I am not going to let you do this. Get off of me she said. Your sick. I punched her one time in the head. I think she was so dazed and confused she had no idea I was inching into her ass. Then she became aware and she screamed out. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, O PLEASE NO

Too late Mom, I’m in…I was laughing at her. I pushed her head down into a pillow to muffle her screams. Again she quieted down as her breath ran out.



You bitch, why do you fight? This is something you are going to enjoy every night from now on. Sure, you can tell the cops but they will only throw me in jail. I will deny it to. The family scandal. All the while I was thrusting the entire 7 inches of my fat cock into her. What will your sister say when I tell her all was OK until I fucked you ass bitch? She started crying again……….She was my first…she was not my last and there will be others.