Rape Stories.

Great forced witness rape story by Wannawatch
Debbie Vines was nervous about teaching night school at the inner city
community centre. She had volunteered as part of cooperative effort between the
middle school where she taught and the church her and her family attended.
Debbie had come from a small town in South Carolina and had married her husband
right out of high school. Her husband Jim, had worked for ten years at a Ford
dealership and they had three wonderful children, Ryan who was eleven, Deanna
who was nearly fifteen, and Jessica who was 17.
Debbie was extremely attractive, with blondish brown hair; however, she had
always been overweight. She dressed conservatively, always wearing a dress or
skirt and blouse. Tonight she wore a brown skirt and white blouse, which did a
poor job of hiding her enormous breasts. Debbie was trying hard to keep her
weight below 180 pounds, but she was still chubby with a large butt and thighs.
She wore plain white cotton bras, the kind you buy at k-mart or Wal-Mart, that
had six or more clasp and the size 44dd bra strained to hold back her huge cow
udders. She really needed a larger size bra, but 44dd was the largest they sold
in the store without special ordering them at a outrageous price. Her breasts
spilled out the top and sides of her bra. Her belly was too big too and shown
above her skirt waist.
Her big ass cheeks stretched the material of the polyester skirt as she
walked quickly in and out of the dark shadows from her car. She wore suntan
pantyhose and sensible white shoes with a small heel. Her nails were neatly
manicured with pink fingernail polish. She wore make-up but not heavily. Her
pink lipstick highlighted her plump lips. Debbie always had a large pouty mouth
with drew attention when she was in school. Now 36, Debbie still was very
attractive despite the extra weight. Her jewellery was not gaudy, and her
wedding rings were the most extravagant pieces of jewellery she owned. As Debbie
walked, she could feel the sweat on her upper lip, between her huge breasts, and
her pantyhose encased thighs as they rubbed together as she strode. A block over, Debbie’s husband Jim, was walking quickly to catch up with his wife of 18 years and surprise her on her first night. He could see her walking, her big ass shifting up and down as she hurried, her breasts bouncing, unable to be contained even by the heavy duty “granny bra” he called it. Suddenly, Jim was aware of others in the area. He could hear whoops and whistles coming out of the shadows. Several young boys, older teens it appeared, were walking toward the street and calling to his wife. A sense of panic tore through Jim as he saw his wife pick up her pace. They were coming faster now and he could hear one of them calling Debbie as farmers call their pigs. “Souey”, “Souey”, all the others were laughing. Debbie had started to run now, but that excited the group even more. She was running with her purse, her heels clicking on the cement. She had to keep slowing down to pull down her skirt, which kept creeping up her legs threatening to expose her large rear. “Look at that big ole white ass” one of the hoods was saying. “fuck that”, said another, “Look at them fucking jugs that bitch has”. ” I want to milk that big tits bitch!” They were all laughing now. Debbie had fallen once and was now up and running again. Her pantyhose were torn and one heel had been broken off, further exaggerating her running, her tits wobbling more and her skirt riding high up the backs of her thick thighs. Debbie was finally out of breath and unfortunately, it was in a darkened area, in the shadows of several trees and adjacent to an old junkyard. Debbie was openly crying now. Her plump lips were quivering, her eyes wet. Her blouse was stuck to her upper chest, further enhancing the size of her huge tits. I was nearly there and realized I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to leave and go get help, worried that they may take her somewhere else and I would never find her. I knew I could not overpower them, now seeing there was nine of them, some as old as 18 or 19, and powerfully built. Several were Mexicans, two were black, and all were encircling my chubby wife, who was shaking as her sobs wracked her entire body. Several of them were behind her and had grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her. Her tits were thrust out grotesquely huge, straining the buttons on her white blouse. “Hey you fat bitch” a huge black kid said’ “you got some big fucking tits!” “Pull them big fuckers out”, another kid said. I was scared to death, unmoving, behind the tree. A fat Mexican kid no more than 16 said “I was to tit fuck that big tits cow”. Debbie was hysterical now. The big black kid grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, exposing Debbie’s overstuffed bra. “God Damn” one of them shouted, others were now hooting and hollering louder now, everyone crowding in, looking at my wife’s plump tit meat, swelling over her bra. Her straps were cutting into her meaty flesh as her arms were pinned back behind her further. Her plump belly jiggled slightly as she lost her balance when her shirt was ripped savagely open. Her huge tits, swelled above her bra cups. A little dribble of sweat ran between Debbie’s huge globes. Other hands were reaching behind her now, gripping the taut zipper on her skirt. “Let’s see that big white ass!” one of the older Mexicans yelled. As the zipper was lowered, the pressure of Debbie’s full ass started to further open and the kid lowering her zipper stopped and pointed at my helpless wife’s ass as the skirt continued to unzip, With Debbie wailing in despair. Her big chubby ass cheeks were becoming exposed, encased in her pantyhose and Victoria’s Secret panties. I could see where the panties were one of her older pair, worn with tears in the top of her elastic waistband, further humiliating her. The skirt was now being tugged off by several pairs of hands, past her thick, but shapely white thighs. Debbie stood there now in only her insufficient plain white cotton bra, torn panties, and her queen size pantyhose with the torn knee where she had fell. “Let them big fuckers out man!”, the chubby Mexican yelled to the big black teenager. “Fuck Yeah!!” a young black kid no older than 14 added. The huge black kid pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket and slowly placed the blade under my shaking wife’s left bra strap. The knife easily sliced through the thick wide band and my wife’s huge left breast tumbled to her belly button, still partially supported by the rest of her damaged bra. “God Damn”, several of them shouted. My wife’s areola were larger than three inches across and her thimble sized nipple was hardening in the cool night air. A long brown arm reached across in front of the huge black teenager and roughly yanked Debbie’s remaining bra strap. Her huge tits tumbled all the way out of her bra as her now ripped bra hung useless up under her neck. The huge cups empty, freeing her massive melons. Her jugs were now swinging wildly, coming to rest on top of her plump tummy, her big nipples nearly at her waist. All of them were crowding in to see my wife’s huge udders. “Yeah Baby, shake them big things”, but Debbie was not intentionally trying to shake them. Her body was wracked by huge sobs, her tits quivering in response. Hands were on her jugs now, squeezing, mauling, and pinching her pendulous melons. “Check this out!” the chubby Mexican kid yelled as he pretended to milk my wife like a heifer cow. “Hey, check this out” the kid rummaging through her purse yelled. I stared in horror as I recognized the pictures of our two girls being passed from teenager to teenager. “Shit Yeah”, this big tits cow has some calf’s! Look at the tits on this bitch!!.” I couldn’t bear to listen to them talk about my daughters like this. He must be referring to Deanna, recalling that only Deanna’s picture showed her upper body. Deanna still had most of her baby fat, only slightly overweight, but overly developed for her age. Jessie was following directly after her mother unfortunately, already struggling with her weight, only 17 and 175 pounds. Her breasts were nearly as large as Debbies. Brown, white, and black hands were reaching for my wife’s fat plump ass and hips now. I could see a large black hand snaked down between my innocent wife’s big white ass cheeks. She was squirming, but helpless to stop the humiliating assault. Suddenly, half of the rear or her lacy panties was ripped open, exposing her huge left ass cheek. The other side soon followed, and my wife’s big ass was exposed. The teenagers were getting excited now, and I could see several of them rubbing their crotches, staring hungrily at my wife’s nearly exposed child bearing hips, cunt, and ass. A hand was tearing at her bit of remaining panties, hanging from the elastic of her panty band, which was still intact. The front of her panties were not ripped away, exposing Debbie’s fat hairy cunt. “Oh Mama, look at that fucking fat white pussy!!” someone shouted as I could see my wife being forced to her knees in the closing circle. The clouds overhead had completely cleared, giving me full view of the mob around my wife, but Debbie was no where to be seen as they closed in around her. “Listen to her man!” I heard the big Mexican kid shout. Everyone suddenly quieted and I could hear a faint sound. “Ssqqquuissscccchhlllpppp, Ssqquishsschhllllpp” was all I could make out. The crowd had parted enough for me to catch a glimpse of my innocent chubby wife, and I froze in horror. Debbie was on her knees, with the chubby Mexican behind her. He had taken both of his hands and placed them on the sides of my wife’s face. His middle and first finger were hooked into either side of my wife’s mouth. He was using his fingers to stretch my wife’s pink lips ticked mouth open like a large mouth bass. The huge black teenager was face fucking my wife, his huge log was embedded in her face, swelling her cheeks grotesquely. Her teary eyes were wide open, as she was struggling for air around the thick meat pole. Jesus, I could even see her throat moving in and out as the huge cock was wedged deep into her gullet. He was gripping the back of my wife’s head, using her hair and pounding her innocent face. Her nostrils flared every time he partially withdrew his fat cock. Two other kids had taken places on side of my wife, her arms held straight out. They were taking her plump little hands and wrapping them around their growing cocks. I could see my wife’s wedding rings shining in the moonlight wrapped around a thick brown cock. “I got something for you, you big tittied cow!”, the kid yelled. I could see the look of horror in Debbie’s eyes as she attempted to get away from the spewing meat stick. “Hold on to her tight” he yelled, then he screamed loudly as he filled my wife’s mouth, throat, and belly with man sperm. Suddenly a geyser of cum shot out of my wife’s left nostril, her mouth clogged with the sticky white goo. “Drown that bitch!”, someone shouted. Silvery bubbles of cum were growing, popping, and re-growing now from both her nostrils now. He was slowly withdrawing his massive prick from her abused mouth now, thick streamers of cum stretching from his thick plum sized purple cock head to my wife’s round stretched mouth. “Look at papa bitch” he laughed, as his menacing cock was twitching preparing to launch a new volley of cum. A jet of cum launched from his cock, the silver streak striking my wife above her left eye, glancing upwards and getting snagged in her hair. Another volley struck her just under her right eye, shooting up, matting her eye shut. Jelly like clumps of man jizz were dribbling out of her mouth, hanging off her chin, falling onto her huge milk sacs below. One of the kids on side of her let loose now, his cum striking her ear and hanging obscenely from her ear lobe like a strange earring. It dripped from her lobe, falling onto her chubby upper arms. Streamers of cum were flying all around her now; her hair was filled with cum. Both eyes were matted shut now as her face was awash in teenage baby juice. I knew this nightmare was just starting. Part II Cocks were everywhere now. Debbie was being pushed back from her knees, she was struggling to stay upright but there were just too many of them. High fiving each other and yelling, they laughed as my wife struggled to stand up, but her heavy ass and extra weight she had carried since having her three kids. “MOO ya big fucking cunt” one of the older kids yelled. Debbie fell backwards, her big tits wobbling all over her chest. They were on her in an instant. I stood there, useless as ten or more teenagers were surrounding my chubby wife, cocks ready to stuff her like a Thanksgiving turkey. Several had pulled her chubby arms to her sides; her jugs wobbled all over her chest, not sure which side to fall on. One second they were up around her face, nearly smothering her, the next second as she squirmed they swung to one side or the other. Hands were all over her big globes now, which were the size of volleyballs on her chubby frame. I could see through the crowd her thick legs were being grabbed and stretched open. My wife’s hairy cunt was exposed, hands on her upper meaty thighs, ready to grab her fat fertile cunt. The fat Mexican was straddling my wife’s upper chest now. Debbie was struggling but to no avail. She was pleading with them to stop. The fat Mexican slapped my wife’s face with his thick fat cock and said, “Shut the fuck up you big tittied bitch” , “time to fuck these big ole jugs”. “Yeah man” , a couple others yelled. “”Fuck them milk sacks!!!” I watched mesmerized as his big fat thick cock was wedged between my wife’s huge melons. He grabbed her tits like big pillows and wrapped his nasty cock with her soft pale white globes. He started sawing in and out of her tits. Debbie was sobbing uncontrollably again. I could barely believe it, but the big brown cock was still growing, the big apple shaped head, looming closer and closer to my innocent wife’s face. The face I held in my hands and kissed lovingly just this morning was about to have a big thick nasty Mexican cock rubbed all over it. It was striking her chin now, riding up over her lips. He had taken Debbie’s hands, her pink nails just done at during her weekly salon trip, stood out eerily against her milk white jugs and the huge brown cock. Her breasts were becoming red now as he increased his pace. Laughingly, he stopped for a second, pulled out his menacing cock, and hawked a big wad of spit between my wife’s quivering globes. Then he went back to work assaulting Debbie’s jugs and face. His huge head was pushing on her lips now. Another kid has grabbed her by the back of her head by her hair and was raising her head up to ease the assault on my wife’s mouth. The head was mashing her lips together now. I could see her trying to resist, but the thick brown cock was bruising the soft lips I loved so much. Finally, my wife relented, the pain too great, and the thick head of his brown cock violated her mouth, her cheeks ballooning like a chipmunk. Hands were probing my wife’s cunt now. “Hey man!, check out this fat cunt!!” Debbie was being grabbed roughly now. “Come on mama, gimme some of that sweet white high class cunt juice!” I could see several hands probing my wife’s gash now. Her legs were splayed out grotesquely now. She had on only one shoe, which was hanging precariously from her foot. Her panty hose were pulled down her thick white legs, torn and tattered hanging from her ankles. The fat Mexican between her jugs had delayed the inevitable long enough. “Take my cum you fat cow!!” he yelled as he removed his cock from between my wife’s massive chest. He was posed above her chubby belly now, his cock arched out over her fat tit meat. He was stroking the big cock log furiously now as he aimed his cock gun at my innocent wife’s tits, neck, and face. Suddenly he started firing, wad after wad of Mexican sperm at my 36 yo school teacher wife. Lobbing cum wads at the sweet face that sang every Sunday in the church choir. Big droplets of silvering cum were raining down on her big jugs that my kids suckled when they were babies. I could see the gold cross Debbie wore so proudly around her neck, now matted with cum, stuck to her upper chest, glued there for the time being. Debbie had managed to get her left hand free and she was attempting to shield herself from the onslaught. Unfortunately, both her eyes had been glued shut by the previous sperm bath she had received. She was reaching out blindly, her wedding rings shining eerily in the moonlight, their glow silenced as her hand succeeded in stop only one of the massive sperm shots, the thick goo sticking to her fingers, oozing over the wedding rings I had given her nearly 18 years ago. Something else caught my eye now and tore me away from the sperm bath spectacle. Debbie’s fat ass was rocking back and forth quickly now. Jesus, one of the black teenagers had his whole entire hand, up to his wrist, buried in my wife’s fat hairy cunt. Oh god, I could see him pistoning in and out between my wife’s thick fat thighs. They were going to fuck the shit out of her and I couldn’t do anything about it. Oh god, I suddenly realized Debbie had stopped taking the pill because she had been gaining too much weight. We had been practicing safe sex and abstaining from sex while she was ovulating; however, I realized with even more horror, that Debbie had said last night we had to wait two days before we could make love again. Make love, that was what she called it. Oh Godd, these teenagers had no intention of making love to my chubby wife, they were going to grudge fuck her. Fuck her like a dog, like the sow she is. They were going to fuck my chubby wife’s fat fertile cunt and unload a gallon or more of baby making juice into her. A line was forming in front of my wife. Oh god, one guy was standing on her hair so she couldn’t move. Guys had her thick meaty white legs spread and were cheering on the big fat Mexican now pounding his meat pole into my wife’s gaping cunt. I could hear it filling her gash, nasty sound emitting from around his monster pole. Several others were standing around jerking off with my wife’s underwear, skirt, and bra. Two guys were laughing hysterically as they jerked off in my wife’s big bra cups. The big Mexican was coming now in my wife’s fat fertile cunt. Debbie was being flipped over now, on her knees like a dog. Her huge jugs were hanging below her, dragging on the ground as they jerked, milked, and squeezed her huge melons. They were milking her like a cow now, pulling long and hard on her big hanging tits. Her face was being held up and I could no longer recognize her. She was wearing a mask of silvery spunk. A huge black teenager was riding my wife, her whole body was vibrating and shaking as he raped my wife from behind, her huge butt cheeks getting slapped by his hard sinewy thighs. Her whole body was jiggling as in some eerie sort of rhythm now. Another was positioning below her and trying to get his enormous cock into my wife’s already stuffed cunt. Oh god, they were cheering for the big black to fuck my wife’s fat white ass now. He was smiling as Debbie was struggling uselessly to get away. Here use this, some one shouted as they tossed my wife’s big white cum covered bra to him. He took the bra and put one of the huge cups around my wife’s head like a horse rein. The huge cup covered her face, the other cup was stretched tight across her left upper arm. He used her bra to hold her in place while several guys stretched open my wife’s big fat virgin ass. I could see her brown ass-hole in the moonlight. Debbie was screaming and crying now, as I watched in horror as inch after inch of big black cock stretched my wife’s tight ass. Someone was positioning fat quart beer bottle under my wife now. Jesus, they were forcing her fat cunt on top of it. A huge cock wedged in her ass and they were now forcing a huge beer bottle into her wet steaming fertile gash. The big black was relentlessly fucking my wife’s ass now. Others were jerking off in her face, milking her cow udders, as my wife’s mouth was obscenely stretched around yet another big fat cock. “I think the bitch is coming!” the man fucking her ass yelled. Debbie was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the cum covering her face. I could see her whole body wracking and jiggling now. “Oh shit, look man!” someone yelled pointing between my wife’s legs. The fat beer bottle, nearly lost in my wife’s violated cunt, was filling quickly with liquid. Debbie had lost control of her self and was filling the bottle with her own waste. Others were coming now. Three of four other guys hearing my wife’s moans were turning the corner. A couple others were climbing the fence at the junkyard next door, staring excitedly at my chubby naked wife. Suddenly I heard a siren, a sense of relief came over me. Two police officer, one a huge white guy, the other a black, jumped out of the car, rushing toward the feeding frenzy on my wife. My terror returned when the fat Mexican asked the cops what took so long as the policeman starting unzipping their pants. Here use this on the fat pig the black cop laughed as he tossed his thick nightstick toward a black hood kneeling behind my wife’s fat ass.

The water flows over me like the hands of a lover, running through my hair, and caressing my breasts warmly to trickle from the tips. They harden ironically against the warmth, but not with cold. I reach for my lathering lover, and work up a creamy froth on the short beard I leave for this very purpose.
The dove bar had possibilities right out of the box, but it’s bicurved shape has long since worn down to fit my nether declivity like nothing else. My feminine erection engages the grove it has worn in it, and sends electric messages of pleasure up my spine. I fall back against the wall, nearly overcome with sensation, and the water recedes so as not to rinse away my moisturizer.
I can see him in my mind then, my perfect man, tall, strong, and harsh. His face is hidden in the shadow of enigma, a stranger who nonetheless knows my needs as well as I. I cup my fingers together, and stab them roughly into myself, knowing in my mind’s eye that it’s actually him entering me. His large hard warm erection bottoming out, stretching me, bashing against my cervix.
Thick warm white fluid rolls down my legs to splatter against the tub. No longer suds, it’s his seed being obliterated by the lobster slaying rain. I gasp breathless as I touch the back side of my clitoris, and a reflexive twitch in my abdomen tells me I’ve ejaculated. Not truly an orgasm, it’s still a pleasurable step on the way to exact. It builds within me, boiling over until it bursts free in self inflicted rapture.
I’ve been doing this a while, but here’s the part I’ve never understood. Right at the moment of climax, my dream man becomes a nightmare. He grabs me, forces me down, and punches into me roughly. It’s no longer lovemaking it’s hate. Rough painful terrifying rape that I’m forced to replicate with my hands. I rip into myself then, as I clamp down reflexively on my wrist. Sliding down the wall, I can only groan, and shudder as I molest myself.
It’s beautiful, and hideous, the pain/pleasure I crave while wishing I could deny it. The need always overtakes me, and despite the cleansing baptism, I subside feeling dirty. I’ll never be truly clean so long as this festers inside me. I get up, crying, I think, and turn the knob all the way to the right. I don’t deserve this, I think as the water turns as frigid as my hardening heart. Goose flesh pops out on my flushed flesh, and my engorged nipples actually contract somewhat. The shameful evidence of my abusing myself washes slowly down the drain. Any hope of a normal clean fantasy life goes with it.
Stepping out, I grab a towel, and begin to dry off as best I can in the synthetically humid cell. Drops condense on the mirror to roll down the dew, but I don’t move to clear it further. It wouldn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know, anything I wanted to hear. I can admit I’m ugly, if I wasn’t, I could get laid, and abandon this pathetic self molestation.
I could write a list of the things I wish I had. Puberty now gone, I know my boobs won’t get any bigger without expensive augmentation. My naturally blond hair is stringy, and frayed like golden corn silk. My hips are too wide, and there’s nothing to be done about that, but my skinny shoulders make me look weak, and stupid. I’ve got that damn french nose that’s so big the only head it turns is mine in a high wind. I didn’t get the chin to match so I look like a stupid school marm. I might as well just get glasses, and perch them on the end of my nose. Tie my thin pitiful hair up in a bun.
Wishes don’t accomplish anything, I sigh as I step out to go get some clothes. I dress to minimize my shortcomings as much as possible. A full circle broomstick skirt covers up my broad pelvis, and thick thighs. A water bra adds some weight, and gives the illusion of cleavage. A low necked baggy shirt shows it off. I put on heels so my calves look better, and I don’t seem so stumpy. Another sigh, and I head out towards the school to see if I can make any friends.
It never works, they always seem to sense my utter lack of self esteem no matter how much confidence I pump into my walk. I don’t even bother any more, it’s too exhausting. I?m back to my same old mousy little mince that doesn’t do me any better, but feels more like me. Soon, I can hear the buzz of Mill Ave. ahead over more local traffic. The constant conversations amplified by repetition, mufflers spouting an impressive four cylinder hum, the drum circler pounding out a tribal accompaniment to people actually having a good time.
I cut through the alley behind the bar I get too drunk at too often, and slip around the corner to the door. I can’t even remember the name of the place, I think it’s the address, 1622, or maybe the year it opened. No, that can’t be right.
The sound changes, but not much. The Race cars recede, but there’s still the din of too many people talking at once. I take a seat, and order an Ouzo to hedge against bad breath. Of course nobody approaches me, I have to pay for my own damn overpriced drinks. The only conversation I have is with the bartender, to order more mind numbing alcohol. I hate my life.
I remember leaving the bar, drunk as hell. I probably retraced my steps, because I know I wound up back in the alley.
He came from nowhere, or I was too fucked up to see him coming. I hit the ground hard, but I don’t remember if I was pushed, tripped, or made it there by myself. He was on me, holding me down, hand over my face, suffocating me. In my drunken state, I needed all the air I could get, but he was merciless as he tore at my clothes.
It wasn?t my dream lover, I knew that much. Though I never conjured a face for him, I’m sure I would’ve given him more hair, less pudge. It wouldn’t do for a fantasy to be less attractive even than me.
Fortunately, it was a blur of frantic movement seen through the alcoholic haze. With less luck, my pain receptors weren?t dulled that much. Maybe they where, it just hurt that much. It was nothing like my fantasies, no matter how much I hurt myself, abused myself, made myself feel dirty, this was an order of magnitude worse. It was a dry fuck, for one, regardless of how much I had to drink.
He tore into me, made a wound of my most precious flesh. His incessant insistent friction abrading, and tearing me out. I screamed into his hand, flailed uselessly, weakly, drunkenly to just get him out of me. I felt more violated than I could ever do to myself. I dared not wretch, but I could feel the gorge rise in my throat. I hadn’t had that much, I always stopped before the toxic stage, but it was his nauseating abuse of my viscera that made my bowels rebel.
Finally, I gave in to it, perhaps hoping it’d disgust him enough to just leave me alone. Blocked from my mouth, it backed up into my nose, and shot out obscenely. He jerked his soiled hand back, but kept raping me. I tried to scream, but the side cramping heaves of disgust prevented it. I could barely breathe in, and out between the spasmodic clenching of my guts. I could hear him, though, his disgust at me, and what I’d done. He heaped the abuse on top of my already low self image, commented on everything I hated about myself.
At last, the puking stopped, and the dry bile spewing heaves that followed, and I managed to scream. Below the pervasive thrum of Mill Ave., it couldn’t have carried far, but he didn’t take that chance. Finally, he withdrew, and left me there. I wallowed a while in my self pity, and the acrid, no doubt flammable former contents of my stomach.
Ironically, i felt nominally better. The adrenaline, and projectile ejection of my poison sobered me up a bit. Emotionally, I felt worse than I ever had. I could only feel it more lucidly without as much inebriation.
I couldn’t bring my self to open my eyes, but felt sure that if I could, I’d see Hell above me. From this vantage point, lower than any tortured soul, I could think of nothing existing under me. The solid asphalt of the bottom floor was bedrock, there was nothing lower. I eventually decided to get up, because I had nowhere else to go.
I didn’t feel any higher as I carried myself home, climbed the Sisyphean infinity of my steps only to lock myself into the claustrophobic hole I call home.
The shower no longer looks like the haven it once was. All the pleasure, and dirty shame is condensed now to the act of getting the real filth off of me. I already know from experience that it won?t cleanse the soiling of my tarnished soul.
The water is, at least hot, and I push it to a scalding level. The painful heat burns ma away to the cold hard core that I have become. The vomit washes away, but that’s just the grime people can see. I’ll never be truly clean again.
My body is still wracked with spasms, but without anything in my stomach, it’s now sobs that twist me into a singular ache. Again, the water only washes away the symptom, it doesn’t make me well inside. I’m too damn waterproof, and I just want to tear open my flesh to let it in. My nails make a new pain on my arms, teeth break through the flesh of my wrists. It helps a lot, overpowering the false pain of my useless heart. I don’t need to feel any more, so it’s a useless organ.
The hot water goes away. I don’t even care, it’s more than I need, more than I deserve with my cold heart. It’s bracing, tempering, and that’s what i need. To quench the fire in my heart, and add some strength to it’s iron. I don’t want to die anymore, that’s too weak a thought. I’ve annealed too much, and that’s what nearly killed me.
I won’t let it, that’s supposed to make me stronger, right? I need to do more surviving. This soft life I’ve been living has made me weak. If I can’t be pretty, then I might as well be tough. Sure as hell beats being weak.

Damn right I won’t ever be clean again. I’d like to thank that fucker for opening my eyes. I don’t need to be clean, I need to get down, and dirty. Clean is for the weak, the helpless, the little girl I used to be. Coming out of the show is a rite of passage. That little victim is dead, and only the Bitch comes out. I’m just glad no one knew her but me.

Story by Psiberzerker the author of many great rape stories!

Rape Story by Luckytom44

At thirty years old, Sue was a very attractive young lady. She stood slightly over five foot five inches tall and weighed 125 pounds. She had a good figure with firm breasts, nicely rounded hips and long, beautifully shaped legs. She had large brown eyes and full lips. Her pretty face was framed by thick brown hair that she wore just past shoulder length.

Having just finished her shower, Sue walked to the bedroom to get dressed. She put on matching black silk panties, bra and garter belt. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped a light colored nylon stocking onto her left foot, pulled it up over her calf and thigh, and clipped the garters to the top of the stocking. She then repeated the process with her right leg. She slipped her feet into black, open toed high heels and buckled the straps around her trim ankles.

Standing up, Sue walked to the closet and took out a sky blue dress made out of a silky material. While the dress was designed to look like a wrap-around and had a bow on the left hip to complete the illusion, it actually zippered up the back. Slipping into the dress and pulling up the zipper, Sue fluffed out her hair and checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before going downstairs.

She found Tom waiting for her on the couch in the living room. The two had met at work and had now been living together for nearly a year and a half. As was normal for a Friday night, they were going out.

“Ready, Babe?” Tom asked.

“Whenever you are.” Sue replied.

Tom stood up and picked up a bundle from the floor. Sue looked at him questioningly.

“Dan’s going backpacking with some friends this weekend. He asked if he could borrow my pup tent. We can drop it off at his apartment later on.”

“Okay dokey.” She said. Dan also worked at the same place as Tom and Sue and she knew him almost as well as Tom did.

After putting the tent in the trunk of his late model Plymouth, Tom opened the passenger door for Sue. Closing the door, he walked around to the driver’s side of the car and slid behind the wheel. Starting the engine, he pulled out into the street.

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After dinner in a Chinese restaurant, Tom and Sue had gone to a local tavern to have a few drinks and play pinball. Following that, they had gone to a dance club with a live band. They had stayed there, dancing and drinking, till nearly midnight. Finally, they had stopped at a small bar near Dan’s apartment for a final drink and a game of pool. It was now nearly one in the morning as they pulled into the parking lot of Dan’s apartment building.

“We’ll drop off the tent with Dan and then head on home.” Tom said as he opened the driver’s door of the car. After retrieving the tent from the trunk, he opened the passenger door for Sue. Tom was a legman, and he found great pleasure in watching Sue swing those luscious legs of hers out of the car.

Sue had more to drink tonight than normal, and was therefore slightly unsteady on her feet. Tom took her by the arm to support her and lead her to the front door of the building. Fortunately, Dan’s apartment was on the first floor, so Sue didn’t have to negotiate any stairs. Tom guided her down the hallway to the proper door.

“I think I had too much to drink.” Sue’s words were slurred as she said it.

“That’s quite possible.” Tom answered as he knocked on the door. Since he was expecting them, Dan swung the door open almost immediately.

“Hey, TJ! How’s it going? Hi, Sue.” Dan grinned.

“Hi, Danny.” Sue grinned back.

“Not bad, partner, not bad.” Tom replied as he handed Dan the tent. “I think Sue needs to sit down, though.”

“Sure. Want a beer?”

“Yeah, I’ll take one. None for Sue, though. She’s had plenty.”

Tom led Sue across the living room and set her down on the couch as Dan went into the kitchen. Leaning her head back, her eyes started to close almost immediately. By the time Dan returned with two beers, Sue was unconscious.

“Holy cow!” Dan said as he handed Tom the frosty can. “How much did she have to drink?”

“Well, I’ve got to admit that she did drink more than normal tonight. That’s not the problem, though.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Dan asked.

“We stopped at Patrick’s just down the street to shoot a game of pool before we came over here. While Sue was at the table taking one of her shots, I slipped a dose of GHB into her drink. Stuff takes about twenty to twenty-five minutes to really take effect, so I had just enough time to finish the game and get her over here before she went under. She’ll be out for four, maybe five hours.”

“TJ! What the hell did you do that for?”

Tom shrugged. “You were bitching at work today about how horny you are and how you can’t find a girl, right? Well, there’s a girl. The condition she’s in, you can screw your brains out and she’ll never know anything happened.”

Dan stared at Tom in utter amazement. He had to be kidding!

“What is this, some kind of test? I go to put a hand on her and you break me in half, right?”

“Nope.” Tom answered. “No test. She’s out like a light and you’re free to fuck her to your heart’s content.”

“Bull! You’re not going to just let me nail Sue and you know it.” Dan shook his head, trying to figure out what was going on. “She’s probably not even passed out, is she? She’s in on it, right?”

Tom sighed and set his beer on the table. Walking over to the couch, he sat down next to Sue. Pulling her forward against him, he reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. Leaning her back against the couch again, he slid the dress off of her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her black silk bra. Slipping her arms out of the sleeves of the dress, he pulled it slowly under her buttocks and down over her thighs, revealing the black silk panties and garter belt she wore. Finally, he dropped the dress around her ankles, then lifted her feet and removed the dress completely.

Standing up, Tom walked over to the table and laid Sue’s dress down before picking up his beer. Danny licked his lips as he stared at the near naked woman sitting unconscious on the couch. He was accustomed to women wearing pantyhose. Seeing Sue in garter belt, nylons and high heels, along with the skimpy bra and panties, had his heart racing. He could feel his dick getting hard and his mouth going dry.

“Now Danny, I want you to think about two things. One, if I wasn’t serious about letting you screw Sue, would I have peeled her dress off like that? Two, If Sue wasn’t REALLY passed out, do you think she would have LET me take her dress off in front of you?”

“Christ, TJ! You’re really serious, aren’t you?”

“That I am, Danny. That I am. ”

“Why?” Dan asked, unable to take his eyes off of Sue. She looked really great!

“Hmmm.” Tom thought for a moment. “Look at it this way. First, you’re my friend, one of my best friends, and friend’s do favours for each other. Now what bigger favour could I do for you than to let you screw my girlfriend? Second, you’re horny as hell, and that can be very frustrating. If you screw Sue, you get relief, and that’s a good thing for you. Third, people are supposed to help each other. What could Sue ever do that would be more helpful than to help you get your rocks off? Even though she doesn’t KNOW she’s helping you, she IS. So, I get to do you a big favour, you get relief, and Sue gets to help someone. We all win.”

“You can rationalize anything, can’t you?” Dan asked with a grin. “Somehow, I doubt Sue would be very happy to know she was ‘helping’ me to blow my rocks. You do realize that, unconscious or not, this is rape.”

“Sure it’s rape, but I won’t tell if you won’t tell, and since Sue won’t even know that it happened, she sure as HELL won’t tell. I don’t see a problem here”

“God,” Dan nearly whispered as he stared at Sue, “she does look so goddamned sexy in that outfit.”

“She sure does. And you know the great thing about garter belts and nylons? All you have to do is push the crotch of her panties aside and you’re home free! What could be easier?”

Tom walked into the kitchen and helped himself to a beer out of the refrigerator. When he returned to the living room, Dan was sitting on the couch next to Sue, his right arm around her and her head on his shoulder. His left hand was roaming over her body. Tom sat down in a chair to watch.

Dan’s hand moved from one breast to the other, then down over her abdomen to her leg. Further down his hand went, rubbing Sue’s nylon encased thighs. Dan’s eyes followed his hand, visually taking in every aspect of the near naked woman. His hand moved between her legs and he started rubbing her crotch.

“Uuuhhh.” Sue moaned softly and Dan looked questioningly towards Tom.

“It’s okay, man. There will be some small reactions from her, but she’s out like a light and won’t remember a thing in the morning.”

Dan pushed the bra strap off of Sue’s one shoulder and uncovered her breast. Leaning over, he started sucking on her nipple while his free hand resumed rubbing her thighs and crotch. He got his finger under her panties and began rubbing between the lips of her vagina. In a short time, Sue was getting wet.

Tom sipped his beer as he watched Dan moving his hands over every part of Sue’s body, rubbing and squeezing as they went. Shifting position, Dan slipped off the couch and knelt between her legs. Taking her by the hips, he pulled her towards him so that her crotch was just at the edge of the couch. Leaning forward, he started licking and nibbling her neck and upper chest. Very slowly, he worked his way down, pausing to suck on both of her breasts before continuing down across her stomach. Moving lower, Dan licked up and down both of her thighs before moving his face between her legs.

Moving the crotch of her panties aside, Dan ran his tongue slowly up and down between the lips of her pussy. Moving his arms under her thighs, he reached up and started squeezing her breasts while he penetrated her with his tongue. Dan moaned in pleasure as he ate Sue’s pussy and played with her tits. Finding her clit, he caused Sue to whimper softly when he sucked it between his teeth and started nibbling on it.

It had been several weeks since Dan had been laid, and it didn’t take him long to be more than ready. Standing up, he rapidly stripped. Pushing Sue back so that she was laying down, Dan lifted her legs onto the couch, draping one over the back of the couch.

Kneeling between her legs, Dan rubbed both hands over her while his eyes roamed the body laid out before him. Her breasts were slowly rising and falling in time with her breathing. Her head was turned partially to the side, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Her arms were laid beside her on the couch.

Slowly, Dan leaned forward and lowered himself on top of Sue. Reaching between them, he got his dick in his hand and, pushing the crotch of her panties aside, started rubbing the head of his dick between her pussy lips. Dan groaned softly as he slowly pushed his dick up inside Sue. Tom saw Sue’s head move slightly and heard her moan softly as Dan sunk his meat completely into her.

Tom watched as Dan slowly stroked his meat in and out of Sue. He knew that Dan didn’t want to hurry, that he wanted to take his time. His hips were moving in a slow, circular motion as he fucked the helpless woman beneath him. Dan took Sue’s face in his hands and turned it towards him. Pressing his lips to hers, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Tom’s hand trembled slightly as he lifted the beer to his lips. Seeing Sue in lingerie and high heels had always been a turn on for him. That was one of the reasons she wore outfits like this. But now, he found out that watching another man fucking her while she wore such a sexy outfit was a MAJOR turn on!

Dan was sucking on Sue’s breast as he slowly fucked her. His hands were moving over her, rubbing and squeezing every part of her body. Even though she was unconscious, her subconscious was reacting in small ways to what was happening to her. Her legs were twitching slightly and her head moved almost imperceptivity from side to side. Her breathing was becoming slightly more rapid. Very low, short moans escaped her throat every time Dan shoved his dick into her.

“Oh, Jesus!” Dan groaned. He lifted himself up and supported himself on his outstretched arms. He let his eyes roam over her while his hips still moved his dick slowly in and out of Sue’s body. “Oh, Jesus Christ!”

“So does she feel good?” Tom asked with a grin.

“God yes! She feels fucking GREAT, man! Just plain fucking GREAT! Ohhh, God!”

Dan laid back down on Sue, putting all of his weight on her as he buried his face in her neck. Tom saw that Dan’s hips were beginning to move more quickly. The soft moans from Sue were keeping pace with the stroking of Dan’s dick inside her. Her legs were trembling more and she head was making short, jerky, side-to-side movements.

“Uu … uu … uu … uu … uu … uu … uu” Tom could hear Sue softly whimpering every time Dan drove his dick into her. He could see beads of perspiration forming on her forehead from the exertions being placed on her.

“Oh God.” Dan groaned as he increased his pace even more. Tom could tell that he was getting close. He was driving into Sue with increasing speed and force, groaning every time he penetrated her. Dan had his left arm under Sue’s shoulders, holding her tightly against him. His right hand gripped a fist full of her hair while his mouth covered hers, his tongue darting in and out.

Sue’s whole body was now trembling underneath Dan. Her moans and breathing was becoming more rapid as the assault continued. Dan was in a total frenzy, driving into Sue like a machine, and her body was responding.

“Uu … uu … uu … uuuu … uuuu … uuuuuu … uuuuuu” The trembling of Sue’s body was increasing along with her whimpering. Tom saw her eyes open slightly, but knew that she would still have no memory in the morning of what was happening.

“Uuuu … uuuu … uuuuu … uuuuuuu … uuuuuuu … uuuuuuu” her whimpers became longer as Dan fucked her harder and faster. Her body was trembling and jerking now, exciting Dan even further. “uuuuuuu … uuuuuuu … uuuuuu.”

“Oh, shit! OH, SHIT! OH, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” Dan nearly yelled as he drove his dick as deeply into Sue as he could and sprayed her insides with the first wave of his thick, hot cum. Over and over he drove into her, each time spraying more cum inside her. The weeks without sex caused Dan to be carrying a tremendous load, and he continued pumping her until he had drained every last drop into Sue’s body.

Finally, Dan collapsed on top of Sue with a groan. He lay on her, gasping for breath while his heart rate slowly returned to normal and his dick softened inside her. Sue’s eyes were once more closed and her body lay still. She was completely unaware of the fact that she had just been raped.

“Goddamn!” Dan groaned. Slowly, he pulled his dick out of Sue and stood up. As he did, Sue’s leg slipped off the back of the couch and down onto the seat. Pulling on his pants, he glanced at Tom and said “Thanks, TJ. I really needed that.”

“Not a problem, partner. What are friends for?” Tom was rock hard and tempted to fuck Sue himself right then and there, but that wasn’t part of the plan. He would have to wait awhile.

Dan and Tom had a few more beers and talked while Sue lay passed out on the couch, still wearing only her bra, panties and garter belt with nylons and high heels. Tom noticed that Dan kept looking over at her.

“You know you can take another shot at her if you want to.” Tom said to Dan.

“Was I that obvious?”

“Hell, you were damn near drooling.”

“Uuhh … TJ … would you care if I did something … different?”

“Hey, do whatever you want, man. She’s yours to use as you please.”

Dan grinned as he stood up and removed his pants once more. Walking across the room, he climbed onto the couch and knelt over Sue’s face. With one leg on either side of her head, Dan settled his ass onto her upper chest. Taking his dick in his hand, he slowly rubbed the head back and forth between her partially open lips.

Dan slipped a finger between her teeth and pressed down gently, opening her mouth. With a sigh of contentment, he slipped his dick into the warm wetness of her mouth. Sue’s lips were closed around Dan’s swollen dick. He took her head between his hands and began moving her up the length of his shaft.

“Ohhhhh” Dan moaned as he watched his dick slowly disappear into her mouth. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back in ecstasy. Over and over he moved Sue’s mouth up and down the length of his stiff dick, moaning each time he penetrated her.

Tom sipped his beer and watched as Dan continued slowly raping Sue’s mouth. Dan was moaning and his breathing was becoming more rapid. In addition to moving Sue’s head forward and back, his hips were also beginning to move, thrusting his dick between her lips.

“Uuuhhh … uuuhhh … uuuhhh” Dan repeatedly groaned as his pace increased. He was no longer moving Sue’s mouth on his dick. He had pulled her face up tight against his stomach and was holding her there. His hips were thrusting forward and back, driving his dick in and out of her as he fucked her mouth.

Dan felt his balls swelling and tightening as his excitement grew. His dick was getting even harder as he felt the head penetrating nearly into Sue’s throat. He was squeezing her head between his thighs as he felt his dick beginning to throb.

“Uuuhhh … uuuhhh … uuuhhh … uuuuoooooooohhhhhhh” Dan moaned as his dick exploded, shooting a great wad of thick, hot cum into Sue’s throat. He continued driving into her, spraying her throat with a fresh load of cum with each inward thrust. Reflexively, Sue was swallowing each load that Dan shot into her mouth. Finally, with a shiver, he drained the last of his fluids into her. Dan slowed his pace until he finally came to a stop.

“Jesus Christ, TJ, that was great.” Dan was panting as he talked. He still sat on Sue’s chest with her face pulled against him. He was still buried in her and he was enjoying the feeling of his dick slowly softening in her mouth. Finally, with a long sigh, he lowered her head back onto the couch and withdrew from her.

As Dan once again pulled his pants on, Tom went to the kitchen and got them each another beer. Once they had each emptied their cans, Tom stood up and stretched.

“Well, Danny, it’s nearly four in the morning. Guess I’d better get rolling.” Tom picked up Sue’s dress and draped it over his shoulder. “How about giving me a hand walking Sue out to the car? The GHB should be just starting to wear off, so I can get her partially awake and walking, but she’ll be really unsteady. Kind of like a zombie.”

“Aren’t you going to put her dress back on her first?”

“Nah. At this time of the morning, who’s going to be around to see? And if somebody does, so what? They’ll just be strangers who don’t know Sue anyway.” Tom walked over to the couch and pulled Sue to a sitting position. Taking her by the shoulders, he shook her gently until her eyes opened partially.

“Uuhhhhh” She moaned as she looked confusedly around the room, not really comprehending what was going on. The fact that she was sitting half naked in front of Dan didn’t seem to mean anything to her.

“It’s time to go home, Babe. Okay?”

“Okay.” Sue responded in a slurred voice and tried to stand up. Tom took her by the right arm and Dan took her by the left and they walked her out the door and into the hallway. Supporting her under each arm, Tom and Dan guided Sue down the public hallway towards the exit.

Just as they arrived at the exit, the door opened and two young men, who had obviously been drinking, stepped into the hallway. Both of their mouths fell open as they saw the near naked Sue supported between Tom and Dan.

“Hi, Jerry.” Dan sighed.

“Hi, Jerry.” Sue mimicked with a grin on her face, unconcerned by her near nudity.

“Goddamn, Dan!” Jerry blurted out. “What the hell’s going on?”

Both young men were staring at Sue, their eyes travelling up and down her body. Both of them felt their dicks getting hard, and both would be masturbating tonight with Sue’s image in their minds.

“Uuuhh … we were … just having a little party, that’s all. It’s all over, now.” Dan said as he and Tom pushed past the two and out the door.

“Bye!” Sue called over her shoulder to the two strangers.

“Damn, Danny, next time you have a party, invite us!” they heard Jerry call after them as they started across the parking lot.

“I think you just became a legend to those two, Dan.” Tom said with a smile.

“Maybe. But how do I ever throw a party that will match their expectations?” Dan grinned back.

Sue’s high heels made a click-click-click sound on the pavement as they walked her across the lot to Tom’s car. Once there, Tom opened the passenger door of the car and threw Sue’s dress into the back seat, then helped her into the front seat.

“TJ,” Dan said as he shook Tom’s hand, “thanks again. That was really great!”

“Glad you enjoyed it. See you at work Monday.”

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Tom drove home with Sue unconscious in the seat next to him. Once there, he unlocked the door to the house before going back to the car and lifting Sue up in his arms. He carried her upstairs and laid her out on the bed. Undressing, he climbed into bed next to her and began rubbing her body. He had become so excited watching Dan rape her that it didn’t take long before he was rock hard once more.

Rolling on top of Sue, Tom slid his dick into her well-lubricated pussy and began slowly fucking her. He was so excited from watching Sue being fucked by Dan that it didn’t take long before he was flooding her insides with his own load of cum.

Pulling out of her, he watched as his cum started draining from Sue and onto the bed. Now Tom didn’t have to worry that Sue might become suspicious about the crotch of her panties being coated with dried cum when she woke up. There was a stain on the sheets to verify that the two of them had indeed had sex in their own bed.



Tom removed Sue’s high heels, but left the rest of her outfit on her. Turning out the light, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over them both. With a sigh of contentment, he snuggled up next to Sue for a good night’s sleep.

She didn’t know she was Dessert!

Once again, Wu Mei was exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly. She’d been working at the pizza parlor from 10am to 11pm all week because, as usual, her mean boss Benny let everyone else go home early but made her work late. She was exhausted and anxious to go home to sleep.

She came to America 3 years ago, 42 yrs old, couldn’t find a good job and her husband was refused entry because he did something stupid back in Shanghai. Wu Mei couldn’t even afford airfare to visit him. Three years without a husband and Wu Mei had few friends. How could she find friends when she worked such long hours?

It was 5 minutes to 11pm, she could go home in just a few minutes. Waiting, she remembered two terrible incidents that had happened to her over the past year. One time she had delivered pizza to a couple of college boys who had invited her in, slipped her strong wine and then violated her body. She shamefully remembered co-operating rather vigorously. She was too ashamed to tell anyone and blamed it on exhaustion and the wine. She had never been able to tolerate even a little wine. Another time, at Easter, she had been delivering chocolate treats at a hotel in her extra part-time job and somehow woke up in the early hours of the morning naked in the hallway. She could not remember what had happened but again felt deeply shamed. She hoped nothing like this ever happened again. To make sure, she carefully stayed away from any kind of alcohol.

Poor Wu Mei, this was about to turn into a very bad day!

She overheard Benny talking on the phone.

“OK, OK, so I forgot. Yeah, I’ll send her right away. Enjoy your party and don’t get too drunk”

Benny turned and said, “Where’s Sally? She’s supposed to be the waitress at my son’s party.”

Wu Mei said, “You sent her home early.”

“Mrs. Zhou you be the waitress then. Get going.”

“Can’t. Last bus 15 minutes. Need go home.”

“Do my son’s party or get another job. I’m real nice to you and let you work 14 hours a day and this is the way you repay me? Get over there right now, don’t screw up and don’t be late for work tomorrow.”

Wu Mei was so tired, she cried all the way to the party.

Ringing the doorbell, Wu Mei waited bleary-eyed at the door dressed in her waitress uniform; black shoes, black socks, short black skirt, starched white blouse and black bow tie.

Benny’s son Tony answered the door. “You’re late! Go serve the food. We’re hungry. Hurry up or I’ll complain to Dad.” Tony was really pissed off when he saw Wu Mei. He had expected young Sally who could always be relied on to serve her “special dessert”. After all, that was the whole point of the party. This old Chinese woman obviously wouldn’t provide that service.

Wu Mei quickly found the trays with cheese, crackers, veggies and dip in the kitchen.

Returning to the living room with a tray she walked about as the guests grabbed snacks from the tray. There were only 6 guests: 4 men including Tony and 2 women one of whom was a young black girl. All of them looked a bit tipsy. Most rudely demanded she fetch another beer. She was shocked at their complete lack of manners.

As she turned to get the drinks, a hand slapped her bum. She swung around to tell off which ever man had the nerve to touch her body. There was no man, just the black girl, who had introduced herself as Chantal, smiling at her warmly, her red blouse unbuttoned half way down giving an giving an excellent view of her bare, brown breasts. Wu Mei wondered how the man got away so fast.

Coming out of the kitchen with 6 opened beer bottles on the tray; Wu Mei met Chantal waiting at the door.

Chantal took a beer and said, “Why don’t you have one yourself? You look thirsty.”

Wu Mei replied, “Can’t. Working. And wine make me not good.”

Chantal continued, “You still look thirsty and tired. I’ll get you some chocolate milk. By the way you have a nice name Woo May.” Chantal’s blouse seemed to have come further unbuttoned exposing her tantalizing belly button.

Wu Mei thought Chantal was a nice girl for talking to her so she smiled and said, “OK. I drink milk. My name, Wu Mei. Means ‘Fifth Daughter’. Wu is five. Mei is daughter.”

“Well Fifth Daughter, you go give the rest of them their beers.” Chantal went into the kitchen found the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Creme in the fridge, poured a large glass, giggled to herself and went back into the living room to find the Fifth Daughter.

Returning with the empty tray, Wu Mei met Chantal just leaving the kitchen. Thanking Chantal for the “chocolate milk”, she stopped to drink it down in one gulp before returning to her duties. Odd taste and why was Chantal grinning so hard? As she entered the kitchen, she heard Chantal calling to the other guests, “Dessert will be served shortly”. Wu Mei was puzzled; there was no dessert anywhere in the kitchen.

Coming out with another tray of food, Wu Mei heard someone say, “Kitty, kitty, here comes the pussy.” She looked around but there was no cat in sight. By now, the Irish Cr譥 combined with her exhaustion was starting to have an effect. The room started spinning slowly. As she reached the sofa, the spinning suddenly got faster and she felt herself falling.

Tony caught the tray before it hit the floor. The others simply laughed as Wu Mei fell over one arm of the sofa landing on her back on the cushions. Her legs draped over the sofa arm, her short skirt slid back to her waist completely exposing her thin white panties.

Chantal giggled, “Fortune cookie for dessert. Let’s open it up and see what kind of fortune is inside. I get first crack at the pussy.” Everyone laughed and gathered around the “dessert”.

Luigi was first to open the cookie. He reached for Wu Mei’s short black skirt and pulled it down her well-toned legs, picked up her feet, finished pulling the skirt off and tossed it in a corner. They heard Wu Mei let out a soft sigh as Luigi dropped her feet back over the sofa arm.

Susie was next. She unbuttoned the five buttons on Wu Mei’s crisp white blouse. Although she let out another soft sigh, Wu Mei seemed unaware that she was being undressed.

Stepping back, Susie and the others admired Wu Mei’s soft belly and her silky, front-fastening bra. Gary reached down, lifted Wu Mei forward, slipped the blouse off her arms and pitched it across the room.

Now the six of them briefly admired Wu Mei’s soft belly, her firm breasts covered by the silky, front-fastening bra, and the thin white panties not quite concealing her dark, straight-haired pussy. The black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes provided a very pleasing trim to their fortune cookie.

John unsnapped her bra flipped the two halves off her mature but still firm bosom as her light-gold boobs slowly rose and fell with her sleepy breathing. The nipples hardened when John playfully tweaked them.

Tony leered, took her thin panties in his fists, tore them and yanked them off her now fully exposed body.

Someone called out, “Leave the bow-tie and socks on, they look cute.” So they left her dressed in her black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes. Her arms lay stretched over her head, her boobs still rising and falling gently with her breathing, her legs slightly apart giving them a clear view of her vulnerable, tasty looking snatch. The hair on her pussy was straight and coarse.

Chantal licked her lips, breathed more heavily and said, “I wonder where we should look for the fortune?” She stared directly at the waiting pussy. Losing no time, she tossed her red blouse aside letting her ample breasts swing free, their hard brown nipples proudly on display. Sliding her black slacks off she revealed her lack of panties. The guys watched her curvaceous bare bum and curly black thatch as she kneeled down, draped Wu Mei’s legs over her shoulders, leaned forward and put her lips directly on Wu Mei’s naked pussy.

Chantal quickly went to work. Pulling Wu Mei’s pussy lips open, Chantal found her love button, clamped her lips on it and sucked hard drawing the love button into her hot mouth. She kept sucking as hard as she could, thrashing the love button with her tongue between sucks.

The four men and Susie, the blonde, stood around dropping their own clothes. Tony and Luigi held Wu Mei’s arms just in case. Their cocks stood out straight as they watched Chantal assaulting Wu Mei’s pussy.

Wu Mei, felt something odd. She struggled to recover her senses realizing that, somehow, she was naked and her unprotected pussy was under heavy assault. She tried to struggle but her arms were pinned and she was still weak and dizzy from the alcohol. Her eyes fluttered open. She stared. Four naked men were leering at her. The blonde was massaging a set of balls. The black women was no where in sight. Wu Mei raised her head slightly. Her eyes bulged in absolute shock. A woman, the black woman was eating her pussy. Never had a woman touched her before. She was appalled. She tried to dislodge Chantal by bucking and squeezing with her knees. No good; two of the men just held her knees apart so the black woman could continue her humiliating assault on poor Wu Mei’s undefended pussy.

Wu Mei cried out, “NO! NO! Not touch me!” She thrust her hips upward to knock Chantal off. No good; this merely ground her pussy harder into Chantal’s face.

Chantal’s hungry, hard sucking was unstoppable.

Wu Mei continued to cry out, “Stop! Not do that me! NO!” But the sucking was starting to make her body shake. Her hips started pushing up to Chantal’s face as if they had a will of their own. Wu Mei pleaded again, “Please? No! Stop? Uhh. Oooo. Mmm. Stop? Aiii! Ah ah ah ah.” Her pleas turned to panting and gasping.

Her eyes stared up as Tony straddled her, his swinging balls descending toward her open mouth. She gasped as Tony dropped his sack of balls into her mouth. Surprised, Wu Mei closed her lips around the balls, feeling how they filled her moist mouth. His rigid, short cock rested on the point of her nose, the tip sitting on her right eyebrow. As she watched wide-eyed, Tony started rubbing his cock back and forth on her face. The skin on the end of his thick, short cock slid back leaving the shiny swollen head of the cock to bump against her eye socket. She closed her right eye but continuing staring up at his hard, lean body with her left eye. His chest muscles rippled as he pumped his cock across her face. His balls squished around in Wu Mei’s soft mouth, her wide lips clamped around the base of his balls. As her body bucked involuntarily to Chantal’s merciless sucking, Wu Mei started sliding her thick tongue over Tony’s balls, slowly sucking on his sack.

Tony’s short cock swelled more and more, his thrusts became more rapid. Each time he thrust, his balls pulled up but Wu Mei’s lips firmly held them in her mouth as she sucked greedily on his sack. Soon she saw Tony’s mouth drop open and his eyes squeeze shut. She knew his hard cock was about to explode. She pressed his balls harder with her tongue even as Chantal continued her insatiable assault on Wu Mei’s hot, pulsating pussy. She fault his balls harden and suddenly a hot liquid squirted over her eyebrow, across her forehead and oozed into her coarse, black hair. Tony let out a sigh of relief, slumped, then tried to pull his balls out of Wu Mei’s mouth. That was not possible until he poked her in the cheek. Still his balls came out with difficulty having swollen to twice their normal size.

Tony stumbled over to an easy chair, sat on the floor, tucked two ice cubes under his balls, laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Wu Mei’s mouth, no longer full of Tony’s sack, she was able to continue gasping to Chantal’s assault, “OHHH! Ahahahahah! Oooo!” Her hips squirmed from side to side and still Chantal would not let go.

John pulled Chantal off saying, “Hey. Leave some for me you greedy black bitch!”

Chantal panted, “Let me back in or fuck me. I need a hard fuck like a doggy!” She crouched on all fours, her ample black boobs hanging down, swaying as she stuck out her rear end. Luigi promptly obliged by grabbing her tits from behind and squeezing them hard while ramming his engorged hard cock into her curly black pussy. He lost no time in pumping fast and hard, letting his balls slap against Chantal’s well-rounded ass. He held onto her belly and jammed his cock in as hard and fast as he could. Her big tits swung wildly with each thrust.

Wu Mei didn’t see this because Luigi had laid down on the sofa, picked her up, flipped her over and positioned her over his own long, thick raging cock. His bulging muscles enabled him to swing her body around as if it was a feather.

Wu Mei eyes bulged, seeing the size of his monster rod. She cried out in a panic, “NO! TOO BIG! Hurt me! NO!” She tried pushing at his arms to get away but was unable to escape the powerful bodybuilder.

Luigi didn’t care what she said. When he came to one of Tony’s parties he simply expected to get a juicy dessert and he intended to have a good fuck no matter what the worthless bitch thought. So what if he hurt her? Her problem, not his! Besides this one wasn’t young like the others so she should enjoy whatever she got! And be glad of it!

Luigi didn’t just lower her onto his ramrod, he actually took her and shoved her down hard on it.

His cock rammed so deep and hard into her defenseless pussy that poor Wu Mei screamed, “Oowww! EEEEE!”

Luigi didn’t bother thrusting. Instead he simply raised and lowered Wu Mei up and down on his cock ignoring her feeble struggles. He enjoyed watching her modest 36B tits bounce up and down. Reflecting on her light yellow tinted skin, he thought to himself, “Nice that Tony got an import for the party.”

The monster cock hurt. Wu Mei struggled with all her might but she simply didn’t have the strength to fight this uncaring oaf. She whimpered as his oversize member stretched all her most sensitive parts.

No one showed any sympathy. Susie and Gary started slapping her tits, hard. They laughed as her sensitive nipples became puffy from the slaps.

She cried, “Not hurt me! Please stop! Ooohhh! Uuhhh.”

Susie just laughed again and demanded, “Say ‘I love you’. Come on say it or we’ll slap you silly you useless old bitch.”

Wu Mei cried, “No I not love you. I not old. Only 42.”

Susie slapped viciously this time. Wu Mei’s breasts were turning red from the uncaring slaps. Her cunt hurt from Luigi’s rough handling. Her arms hurt where he held her raising her up and down. She said, “Ok. I love you. Now please stop.”

Susie slapped her tits again, “That’s not good enough. Say it like you mean it. And say it in Chinese.”

Wu Mei sobbed, “Ok. Wo ai ni. Now please stop.”

“What’s whoa I knee mean?” demanded Susie in a puzzled voice.

“Mean ‘I love you’. You said say in Chinese. I did. Let me go.”

“Not so quick. You keep saying whoa I knee until I say stop. I know you love Luigi’s cock cause it’s so big. He must fill you real good. Probably no room left inside. Now you show your appreciation by telling him you love him. NOW!”

Wu Mei sobbed again, “Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Please stop now. Wo ai ni.”

Luigi just kept on shoving her up and down on his cock as if she was nothing but a doll.

Susie grinned, slapped her tits some more, and said, “Now say it English and Chinese. Alternate back and forth and don’t stop. We know you’re enjoying your fucking. Probably the only fuck you got this year.”

Wu Mei desperately complied hoping the slapping would stop; hoping Luigi’s would take her off his enormous rod. “Wo ai ni. I love you. Wo ai ni. I love you. WoainiIloveyou. WoainiIloveyou.” Tears streamed down her face.

Suddenly, Luigi grunted, thrusting upward suddenly with great force and Wu Mei felt his cock bulge even more inside her small pussy as Luigi’s juices shot into her over-used pussy. Luigi tossed her aside and went in search of another beer.

As Wu Mei fell on the sofa face down, she heard a scream.

It was Chantal, “YESSSS! FUCKFUCKFUCK. Ohhh. You’re so good.” John had shot his load into her hot black pussy. Both collapsed onto the floor.

Susie dragged Wu Mei’s legs until they hung over the arm of the sofa, her knees on the floor, her ass sticking straight out. Gary sat in front of her on the sofa, his crotch jammed against her head. He grabbed her hair, hauled her head up and then shoved it down onto his crotch saying, “Suck me you bitch.”

Wu Mei opened her mouth to protest but this just resulted in his limp cock flopping into her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but Gary just shoved her head even harder into his crotch repeating, “Suck me, make me hard. Lick me or I’ll smack your head.”

Wu Mei lay there face down, her mouth closed on Gary’s flaccid member but there was no hardening. Her face was jammed so tightly into Gary’s crotch that she had trouble breathing.

Meanwhile, Susie and Chantal had each grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard making Wu Mei flinch. They then started slapping her ass, Chantal smacking the left cheek while Susie spanked the right cheek. These were not light love taps. The slapping sounds rang loud and clear in the large living room. Wu Mei was unable to evade the vigorous spanking what with being face down and draped over the sofa. She was totally at their mercy, or rather, lack of mercy.

As Gary listened to the loud spanking sounds, his cock finally started to, very slowly, harden. Wu Mei felt his cock beginning to stiffen, bit by bit. But her ass hurt so much. The girls were slapping so hard! She knew her ass was getting very red.

The slapping went on for a long time with Chantal and Susie stopping occasionally to pull Wu Mei’s ass cheeks apart to poke her asshole before resuming their pitiless spanking. Wu Mei’s bum bounced and jiggled, turning red and hot.

Gary’s cock finally ripened in her mouth and he began a slow bump and grind on her mouth. Wu Mei was unable to move. She could only endure the pain of the spanking as she tried to breath with her face jammed on Gary’s cock and balls.

The doorbell rang!

Tony opened the door. “Hi Dad,” he said as Benny, Wu Mei’s boss, entered.

“Just checking. Is Mrs. Zhou giving you good service? Sorry Sally couldn’t come to serve dessert.”

“Yeah Dad. She needed a bit of convincing but she is serving dessert. Did you want some?” Tony waved a hand at the sofa.

Benny listened to the loud slapping sounds, leered and said, “Don’t mind if I do. Those buns look hot and my sausage is cooking.” He laughed at his own joke.

Going over to where Wu Mei lay defenceless, he looked at the bright red marks on her jiggling bum. He put his and on one ass cheek, noted the heat caused by the relentless slapping and said to Chantal and Susie, “OK. Step back. My turn.”

He smirked as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing his raging hard cock. It was short like Tony’s but thicker and darker. His balls hung more loosely than Tony’s. He pulled back Wu Mei’s ass cheeks, and pressed the head of his cock against the exposed, captive hole remarking, “The buns sure feel hot.”

Then he said, “Mrs. Zhou, I told you to serve food and here you are just having fun and games at my expense. Sorry but I can’t pay you if you’re not doing your job.” He snickered at this and started pushing hard against her asshole trying to force it open wide enough to get his thick cock in.

Just as her hole finally yielded and his cock finally popped into her hole, he added, “Mrs. Zhou, don’t be late for work in the morning.” He slammed his cock forward.

Wu Mei felt someone violating her ass. Her husband had never done this before and, at first it hurt a lot. She tried to squirm but couldn’t move. Gary’s thighs were pressed against her ears so she was unable to identify the voice that called, “Don’t be late for work.”

Benny kept banging hard at Wu Mei’s ass laughing, each time he thrust, “Don’t be late for work. Don’t be late for work.” Tony thought this was uproariously funny too as did all of his guests.

Wu Mei just felt even more humiliated as Benny’s cock forced its way in and out of her hurting, red, spankingly hot bum. The feeling of his cock jammed into her like that was shocking. She broke into a sweat as Benny continued ramming her.

Each time he rammed, her face was forced further into Gary’s crotch and Gary’s cock kept jamming into the back of her throat so she almost gagged each time.

Soon Benny erupted, shooting his load into her butt. At the same time Gary’s cock exploded also, filling Wu Mei’s mouth with his hot, salty juice just as she passed out from the violation of her ass.

Benny pulled out, pulled his pants back on and repeated, “Don’t be late for work.” He slapped her ass hard, turned to Tony and said, “Think I’ll go home and get some more dessert from you Mom. Chinese never lasts long.”

Around 9am, Wu Mei woke. She was lying naked, face down on the coffee table. She felt sticky and sore. Looking up she saw 9 people laying on the floor, on the sofa, on each other.

Chantal looked up from where she had been stroking Susie’s pussy (Susie seemed to be passed out.) Chantal smiled and said, “We had some more guests over. They really enjoyed dessert. You better have a shower, some of the guys jerked off all over you.”

Then she added with a bigger grin, “Remember. DON’T BE LATE FOR WORK.”

Amazing rape story by: LikeBadFun

Rape story by djloop

Mike had broken up with Shanna.

The bitch. What could she do without him? He had shown her the world. He decided one night. It?s time for revenge. You see, Mike and Shanna had shared an apartment, and after the breakup Mike had moved out. They still saw each other at raves but Mike and Shanna were not together anymore, One night. Mike saw her out at the rave rolling., The beans he had taken were wearing off. He was in that place. The Horny Place. So he thought? why the hell not. Mike raced to her house.

Knowing full well Shanna?s ?flight plan,? try to pick up a guy or a? girl, go home, get freaky, he decided to test his luck. ?Give me back the keys!? she said. Mike gave her the copy. Would they work. Click went the key into the door, and he could almost feel the tumblers fall into place. Unexpectedly, the door opened. Mike walked into this place that used to be his home but now felt so foreign to him. ?okay.? he thought ? she will be home soon. Time to get to work.? Mike moved to the bedroom and got everything in position. Then he did the same in the den. You see living in an apartment has its advantages. Mainly you have a patio balcony that corners the den and the bedroom.

Mike sat on the balcony? waiting. ?This is sooooo stupid? he thought. And just as he was considering to leave? there were the headlights. From the position of the balcony Mike wasn?t 100% sure they were hers, but who else would be coming home at 7:00 in the morning. The lights were off. The vertical blinds were set. Mike?s fantasy was about to come true.

The front door opened abruptly. Mike could see this by the light from the hallway. Then suddenly darkness followed by light. His eyes took a second too adjust. There she was. The object of his passion. How could she not be his? She walked into the den. Looked at some mail on the coffee table, and then the phone rang? ?Hello? she said, ?no? fuck you. You had your chance, kiss my ass!!!? ?At least I know I?m alone? Mike thought. Shanna made her way into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. From the way Mike had set the curtains, he had a great view. Shanna moved around, dropping in and out of sight and then finally she sat down on the side of the bed by the window. She was wasted. She was tired. And from the looks of it, she had had a bad night, and all she wanted to do was clean up and go to bed. Shanna reached up under her short black skirt (think ally McBeal) and pulled her pantyhose down and slid them off. At this point, the only thing on her mind was relieving the alcohol and bottles of water that were left in her. She hardly noticed the figure behind the blinds.

Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was the adrenaline. But at this point, Mike made his move. Slowly he cracked open the sliding glass door to the den. In he crept, careful not to make a sound. From the sounds, Shanna was still on the toilet. ?She never could go without running water ,? he thought. With that, Mike crept into the walk in closet. ?Is this smart?? he thought. ?What should I do?? And then it hit him. Quickly yet thorough Mike buried his lower half under the dirty clothes that were on the floor leaving his upper half hidden by long dresses she never wore.

The toilet went flush. A few seconds later, in she walked. She was really fed up now. ?It?s a miracle she made it home.? Mike thought. Being that as it was Shanna prepared for bed, unaware of her audience. Mike gasped as she walked in. Slowly, almost purposely, Shanna reached up to her black button up top and undid each button one by one. Then slowly she peeled off the blouse revealing the black silk bra Mike had bought her.

The top fell to the floor. Shanna leaned over to follow suit. Her back to Mike, she bent over full force to pick up the blouse revealing the white cotton panties hiding at the top under her skirt. Shanna then reached behind her back. Mike heard the snap, it sounded just the same as it sounded a billion times before, but this time the sound resonated for what seemed like hours. The bra dropped. And once again, Mike was audience to the beautiful, perfect 34c?s that his ex possessed and had with pride. Shanna turned around again. This time reaching behind her. Slowly, ever so slowly she reached for the zipper on her skirt. And slowly she pulled it down revealing the cotton panties. Mike couldn?t take it. He was at the boiling point. It was then, just then? that her cell phone rang.

Shanna, walked out of the closet, out of view. Mike listened to her conversation; ?No!!1 Fuck You,? she said ?I don?t know who you think I am but you better get your shit together! No I am not going to fuck you. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!? With that Shanna stormed into the closet, still unaware of Mike. She removed the rest of her clothes and marched off to the shower.

From the closet, Mike could hear the shower fire up. He heard the water change as the sound hit her body. ?Now it?s time he thought. Mike carefully crept out of this clandestine fortress and made his way to the bed. ?I wonder?? he thought, and with that he reached under the bed.

There it was. The Toy Box. The box he and Shanna used to ?enhance? things when a third party was brought home. Everything was there. Mike got ready to go back to his spot, when suddenly it hit him??why not go for broke.? He had come this far why not go all the way?

Mike crept up to the bathroom door. He kept close to the floor, and slowly made his way in. The steam from the shower was overwhelming. Mike became one with the floor. He then (throwing it all to the wind) shimmied himself over to the end of the shower. Mike propped himself into position. He had to see. He had showered with her a million times before, but he had to experience the ?not knowing.?

Mike cracked open the curtain. There she was; beautiful. She was cocked to an angle. Too doped up to noticed, too relaxed to care. The water and soap bounced off her body. Mike got especially excited when he saw a trail of soap run through her hair, down her neck, over her back, and through the crack of her ass. ?This is too good to be true.? Mike thought, then she hit the water. ?FUCK!!!? Mike thought. Carefully he bolted.

?Shanna?s getting out!!! Where do I go?!!! Den? Patio? Bed?? Finally Mike opted to go back into the closet.. Only this time, he didn?t have time to mask his presence as well. Seconds later Shanna made her way in. Mike (now kneeling behind some work clothes) was freaking out. Shanna, the object of his love for the past few years? now the unbridled object (dare I say obsession) of his lust was on her way in!!! Mike took a deep breath.

In Shanna walked. Her masterpiece body covered only by a towel. ?oh my God!!!? Mike thought. She fully entered the closet, and approached the section right in front of Mike. Mike started to go nuts. With that, Shanna proceeded to drop her towel. Mike?s heart raced with excitement. Shanna, glimmering and wet walked forward to get her night clothes off the shelf. Mike kneeled there, heart pounding with anticipation. Shanna. Stood tippy-toed as reached up to the top shelf, her vagina a mere inched away from Mike?s face. The aroma was overwhelming.

Mike sat in awe as she slid the satin nigh tie over her luxurious body. She then pulled from the shelf another pair of panties and slid into them and headed to the bed.

Lights out.

How long had it been? Mike wondered. It felt like an hour, a month, a decade. Had it only been a few minutes? Time had no meaning in the dark. ?Fuck it.? Mike said to himself. ?She?s fucked up anyway,? Slowly he crawled out of the closet, beneath eyeline and up next to the bed. Mike then reached under the bed, and grabbed the toy box. He needed something though. Mike made his way to the bathroom and grabbed the scissors and made his way back. It was time.

Mike stood up next to bed, and inspected his target. She was out. ?too much vodka and X? he thought. Mike reached out and gave her breast a good squeeze to test. Not even a stir. Mike sat down? ?it?s time!? he thought.

With that, Mike reached into the toy box and grabbed the cuffs.. Remembrance of freakier days gone by. He grabbed both her hands and cuffed them over her head, through the wrought iron rails of the bed. Next the scissors. Mike carefully cut the straps of Shanna?s nightie, followed by the nightie itself, right up the middle. Slowly he pulled the satin to the sides revealing the beautiful 34c?s he used to have access to every night. Only tonight, they were forbidden fruit. Mike reached out and started to caress her breasts still hiding by the side of the bed? nothing. Not a peep.

After a few minutes of the former heaven he had loved so much, Mike stood back up. Again he took the scissors, only this time he went down low. Cautiously, he cut the straps leading two the center of the panties. No response. Mike was curious at this point. Slowly he took his hand and started to massage her zone.

Nothing. Not even a stir.

At this point Mike was extremely frustrated. He moved back to the closet to regroup. ?The Hell with it!!!? he thought, ?I?ve come this far!!! I might as well go for broke.? Mike did the math; ?she?s fucked up.? ?x makes you horny? and ?she probably won?t remember.? Mike reached up to the top shelf he laid witness to before, and grabbed a pair of pantyhose. Taking a page from Raising Arizona, he fashioned them around his head.

Again, Mike crept up to the bed? only this time with a purpose.

There she laid. Shanna. Someone he had. Someone he lost. Someone he would have again. Mike moved her legs apart, and dove in. His tongue moved rhythmically. Slow at first, and then faster and faster. Shanna stirred in her induced sleep. Mike continued to work it. After a while he straddled her torso and began to rub his package across her 34c?s. She began to stir more. At this point Mike was ready to pop. He reached down to the toy box and grabbed the bottle of Wet, and rubbed it on his hands.

Mike began to caress Shanna. In all the places one would suspect. On a subconscious level, Shanna was enjoying, because her body started to twist and turn revealing her beautiful ass to Mike. ?What the hell? Mike thought as he rubbed some wet across her forbidden entrance. Mike then reached into the toy box once again?

Positioning himself by her head he took the revolving vibrator they had bought and inserted it. A second later he switched it on. The machine hummed as it circled inside her. Shanna started to stir. Mike fully aroused by this straddled her torso once again. The machine was working, Mike was ready, and Shanna was on a higher plane. At that point, she woke up!

Shanna darted upwards but the restraint from the cuffs caused her to smack down to the pillow. ?it?s Showtime Baby.? Mike said in his deepest voice. With that, Mike extended his rock hard dick and grabbed Shanna?s hair. Gasping for reason, she had no choice but to take it.

In with a thrust went Mike?s cock pumping away at the face of the woman he used to love. Shanna (knowing she was being raped) tried to bite down, but Mike was too firm to even feel it. Pump after slam, and slam after pump, Shanna?s face was his for the taking. She gagged from the shock of it all. Mike was ready to blow? and then he stopped. ?Oh no darling?? he said in the voice again. ?We are going full tilt boogie tonight!!!?

?No Please? Shanna begged. ?I have money? anything, just please not this!? ?Not what?!? Mike demanded. ?Not me?? ?Not sex?? ?I?ve seen you in action baby-girl!!! You and your man will fuck anything that moves as long as you get a piece!!! Welcome to the big leagues!!!?

With that Mike slid down on Shanna and removed the vibrator, tossing it by her head. The sound sickened her. He then lined up and plunged himself into her. Mike thrust forward. Shanna tried to struggle free. But like it or not, the ?love cuffs? did their job. Mike pumped away for what seemed like an eternity on her, occasionally taking the vibrating toy and teasing her ass with it. Shanna was in tears.
?Okay baby? You ready for the big finish?? Mike asked. Shanna wailed out ?Please don?t cum in me I?m off the pill!!!? This actually gave Mike a moment of pause. Here he was, his rape fantasy of the one girl he ever truly loved was coming true. But could he handle this? Mike slammed into her some more, and just when he thought he would pull out? Release.

Shanna felt the warm gooey liquid insert itself in her. She knew what had happened. Mike on the other hand started to freak. Quickly he grabbed any evidence of his being there. Clothes, Scissors, etc. ?Goodnight Shanna? he said as he made his way out of the bedroom. Stopping only to put the handcuff key in her hand. ?It would be pretty fucking hard to open those cuffs with one hand.? he thought. Mike made his way home, excited and nervous at the same time.

That morning, he went to sleep.

Sunday.

Mike awoke, and made his way out to the den. As always, his roommate had already tore through the newspaper. Mike quickly flipped to the Metro section to see if his encounter had made the news. Nothing. ?How is this possible?? he thought. ?Didn?t she call the cops?? Mike pondered this for a few minutes staring off into space. It was then that he noticed the piece of paper by his bedroom door.

Mike got up and walked over to grab the paper. As he opened it up he realized it was a note. It read:

Dear Mike,

Thank you for raping me. I?ve always had the fantasy, and you made it come true. I knew you always had a thing for it, and I?m glad it was you. Anytime you want to play Jack The Ripper? Don?t Call Me. I like surprises.

Love Always,

Shanna