Rape Stories.

Rape Story written By Mad Dog

I was 16 when I got abducted and auctioned off. I was walking home from school when I saw a van. I said might I help you. A man said, yeah I have a flat tire could you go in the back and get the spare tire for me?

“Can you help me up?”

“Sure.”

He helped me up and he closed the door behind me. He pulled out a gun and put it in the back of my head.

“Don’t turn around and don’t make a sound. Take off your clothes.”, said he.

I took off my shirt, and unclipped my bra. I pulled down my shorts and also my underwear. He was checking me out.

“Turn around very slowly” said he.

I turned around, he checked out my whole body the tits my flat stomach my shaved pussy. I had long blond hair I had my hair was in a braid with a rubber band on top and a bow at the end and blue eyes.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 16.”

“What’s your name?”

My name is Kate.”

He said Kate lay down. He took some handcuffs and he cuffs my wrists together.

“Are you going to rape me?”

No. Not because I don’t want to I just can’t. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to pinch your nipples or stick my dick in your mouth or your ass or your pussy. I have to take you to an auction.

“What are you going to auction?”

“You my darling as he grinned.”

Tears were rolling down my face. He drove off with me. About three hours later I could hear some men talking. He parked in the parking lot ,opened up the back of the van and picked me up and carried me out. He walked me over to the stage.

A man was standing at a podium with a gavel. “Next up a 16-year-old girl. She is stunning. Blond hair blue eyes nice tits a great piece of ass, long legs. The bidding will start at 100 dollars. Do I hear 100? I got 100. 150. Do I hear 150? 200 I got 200 Do I hear 250? Going once going twice sold! Sold to the man with the cowboy hat on for 250 dollars.”

He walked up to the stage handed the man the money. He went over to me he picked me up and he carried me over to the car. His chauffeur opened up the door and helped me to get in to the car.

“Nice catch sir.”

“Thanks Max.” He got in the car and he closed the door. The driver got in the car and drove off.

“Why am I here?” asked I confused.

“First rule. You will not speak unless you are spoken to. Second rule you will call me master. Third rule if you disobey me in anyway I will tell you to get the belt and you will kneel to me and hand me the belt. Then you will lay face down on my knees and I will whip you as many times as I see fit. You will be free for sex at any time. If you say no to me I will whip you. You will clean and cook. I will bathe you. Do you understand Kate?”

“Yes, master. Except for the bathing. May I please bathe my self?”

“No, you will not. Because I own you and you will obey.”

We finally arrived. We got out of the car and he grabbed me by the arm and we walked over to the house. We got in the house and he said let me show you your room and then the rest of the house. The house was very big. The upstairs was huge. The upstairs had a hat rack full of belts Eighteen bedrooms the rooms all had cages with girls were inside the cages. From all different race size and they were mostly skinny. Also inside the cell was a rack full of belts different colours different sizes and a collar that were attached to a chain and a chair. Each door has bars on it. My room was very big. But there was no furniture except for a chair a one big cage. The cage had a surveillance camera a monitor. No mirror or any beds.

“All the girls are in their cages. Every night you will go in here to sleep.” He took me to his bedroom. His bedroom was different, it had bed. There were two handcuffs that were attached to the headboard. It also had 5 video cameras, two on each side one on the foot of the bed one on the ceiling.

Men will help me around the clock to make sure you girls stay in line. I got them right off the street.” explained he.

We went back down stairs. He showed me the kitchen, the bathroom and then the living room. They all had a rack full of belts. The living room had a chair a TV and a VCR and that’s it.

This is where after I rape you I will put on the tape and we will view it. If you look away I will whip you. Do you understand?”

Yes, master.

We went back up stairs into the bedroom.

“You are probably wondering how I can afford this? I’m on disability. I was working as a cop I was walking around the office and they cleaned the floors but no sign. They were carrying a new desk and they slipped and the desk landed on my leg. My leg got crushed, I have an artificial leg. They kept paying me. That’s how you got the handcuffs. It’s belt time.”

” No please I will be quiet don’t whip me. What did I do?” beg I.

“You talked when you weren’t suppose to remember back in the car.”

I’m sorry as my eyes were filling up with tears. He ordered me to go over the wall of belts grab me the black leather one I grabbed the black leather belt now kneel and I kneeled down and I presented him the belt. He grabbed the belt and I walked over to him and I lay across his knee. He took the belt he folded it in half and he smacked me 5 times on each cheek. I was crying and sobbing. After he whipped me he said to me to get in my cage.

I went in the cage and he locked the cage. He went out of the door and locked it. He went down the hall and went to the room next to me. He unlocked her door and he said “Mary are you here.”

“No please I want to go home.” beg she.

“It’s time to get fucked. I don’t want to.”

He said “fine get me the red leather belt” as he sat himself down on the chair.

She went over and she grabbed the red leather belt. She folded it and knelt down and handed him the belt he grabbed the belt and she walked over laid across the knee. Her master held the belt up and he smacked her 7 times each on cheeks. After he whipped her he said “stand up.”

She stood up and he grabbed her arm and walked with her over to the bedroom and said lay down on the bed and he cuffed her wrists. He turned on every camera. He pulled down his pants and he pinches her nipples. Pulled out his cock and said “suck.” She put the dick in her mouth as tears were running down her face. She sucked him for five minutes than he said stop.

Her master took his dick out of her mouth and then untied her and said “flip over.”

She turned over and he cuffed her again. He grabbed her hips as he stuck his dick in her ass. He felt a lot of resistance. She was very tight he thought. After he pulled it out, all of a sudden, he took his dick and rammed her hard. She was screaming in agony. Her voice chilled me as I shivered in fright.

After he raped her they went to the viewing room. She sat on her master’s lap and he hit play on the VCR. Her eyes filled up with tears as she saw what really happened to her. She looked away and her master picked up his hand and slapped her across the face and said “you will watch the tape. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my master”, she replied.

After they watched the movie he took her back to the cell. I hear him walking down the hall for his next victim. He stopped and took his key and opened up my door. I begged him please don’t hurt me. He didn’t say anything only just looked at me and smiled and then he slapped me across the face. He grabbed my chain and we were walking down the cold corridor.

It was the summer of 1999. Within a new community of homes a 20 year old student of Purdue University was visiting his parents. While he was studying in his room, he looked out of the window and saw a bikini clad girl a few houses away. He grabbed his binoculars and studied her. She was laying belly up getting a nice dark tan. All by herself in the back yard with no dogs or anything. He thought of how nice it would be to fuck her. While he was in school he managed to rape three students on dates. None of them has ever reported the assault. He decided to see if he can easily rape this morsel before he returns to school next week. The next few days and nights he studied the coming and goings of he house, and through talking with neighbours he found out that only she and her mother lived there. Her mother was a ugly bitch who worked late at night. He watched as her mother left each night and the time. He also found a hidden back door key. Watching the house he located the next victims bedroom. Two nights before he suppose to go back to school, his parents had to leave the house for a business trip. That night he decided to attempt to rape the bikini babe. At 10:15 PM, he seen her mother leave the house. Through his binoculars he watched the teenager in her living room. She has shoulder length dark brown hair and stood about 5 ft and 3 inches. She left the room for a few minutes and came back wearing a silk looking sleep ware. Finally around 11:30 PM, she turned off the lights and went to her bedroom. The bedroom light went out about twenty minutes later. He got some stuff together in a back pack. Rope, scissors, duct tape, tampon, a small red filtered pen light, douching mix, and a 120,000 volt stun that he placed on the outside of the back pack. He set his alarm for 2:25 AM and went off to sleep. The alarm woke him up. He left the lights off so that it didn’t bother his night vision. He put on his back pack and carried only the stun gun and the pen light on his side. The cool night air had fog forming. He dodged between house lights wearing dark clothing, until he reached his targets home. Underneath a lawn chair he found the key, and with it he opened the back door. When he stepped in the house he took a deep breath, and pulled out the pen light. It was 2:45 AM - five and a half hours before her mom comes home and two and a half hours before sunrise. More than enough time! He slowly walked down the hallway that leads to the victims bedroom. To his right was the bathroom, and the victims bedroom was the last door on the left. He turned off his penlight and put it in his pants pocket, and activated the power to the stun gun - a little red light showed that it was ready. His heart was beating fast as he peered into the open room. There she was - underneath covering with her back towards him. He pictured in his mind how he was going to start the assault. Moving quietly, he laid his back pack on the end of the bed and went around to her front. The moonlight was creating a soft glow on her, the attackers penis was getting hard and the time was now! He grabbed her covers and threw them off her body. The 18 year old woke up, but not before a hand clamped over her mouth and her body was pushed on its back. She started to scream as the attacker pulled down her sleep ware exposing one of her breasts, as she was beginning to fight with her hands then the attacker reached for his stun gun and presses it on her skin above her right breast. A 15-second electrical shock filled her body and she stopped struggling.. He gazed upon her tan-lined chest of 34 cc breasts. Her pink nipples were huge and stiff from the cool air, and a light pink areola centred her white skin. He knew that soon she would become resistant again, so he reached for his bag. First he stuffed a tampon into her mouth and securing it with duct tape, then taped over her eyes and finally brought her wrists behind her back and bound them with the rope. She was becoming conscious. He opened the curtain more to let the moonlight enter her room. Her silk night ware was half ripped and opened enough so that her tits were out. As she struggled, he didn’t say a word as her breasts freely moved. It was now 3 AM, and he spoke quietly. ” Good morning neighbour, it’s nice to see you half naked!” He pushed he back one her back and sat on her, then he finished ripping the sleep ware and pulled it down to her wrists behind her. Taking off his black T-shirt he laid down on top of her and whispered into her ear. ” You are going to get raped tonight. I know your mom won’t be home until after sunrise and that is a long time away. Until then you and I are going to have fun, if you try to escape then you will die.” He moved one of his hands to her right breast that he was laying on. She wined as he touched the soft tissue and fingered to the peak of her nipple. ” Are you still a virgin?”. She never answered, he then pinched her nipple hard - ” I asked you if you are still a virgin bitch!” This time she nodded her head. ” Good, because you won’t be after I leave you. He started to kiss her neck and moved downward. All the time his hands kneaded her breasts, and when his lips reached them he sucked them hard listening to her wine. While his lips and one hand was attacking the breasts, his free hand moved down to her white bikini panties and into them. Her head shook erratically as his fingers touched the folds of her womanhood. Her legs were attempting to push him off. ” Oh, so you want to get fucked now! I can arrange that.” He got up and pulled her panties off. He moved away from her kicking, and she leaped out of the bed crashing into her furniture since she was blindfolded and unable to see. The one foot taller grabbed of hold of her from the behind with one hand holding onto her left breast and the other digging into her pussy, pulling her back onto the bed. He slapped her face three times, and she curled up into a fetal position. He dropped his pants and his dick was stretching out ready for action. She started to resist again as he spread her legs and got on top[ of her. He let the end of his penis rub against the entrance to her hole. ” Here it comes, ready or not!”, and with that statement he started to enter into her. She tensed up as he was forcing himself into her dry pussy - ” Fuck you are one tight bitch”. He pulled out of her and used his fingers to play with the pussy until it got wet, then he again pushed it into her and this time he succeeded in violating her virginity. ” Well, you are not a virgin now little girl. Perhaps I can make you a mom!” His hips started to thrust in and out, while his arms locked her legs upward. As he thrusted he got off her chest to see her breasts rock with each thrust. The young teenager just laid their as she was being violated. Her body rocked and moved as the attacker forced faster and harder until finally his semen exploded into the teens child forming cavity. The attacker laid again on top of her only moving his hips more slowly as his less erect dick went in and out. Semen was dripping out of her with her own fluids getting the side of her thighs wet and sticky. He pulled out of her. The teenager hoped that he would just leave her, but she was wrong as the attacker again pushed his fingers into the more relaxed and flexible pussy. The fingers rubbed against her clitoris making her shake as the sensation rocks her body, she moved her thighs to try to stop him, unknowingly making an interesting view to her attacker as he pushed more of his hand into the pussy. The pressure of his fist going into her was almost unbearable. She was relieved when he pulled it out. Then he dragged her off of her bed into the hallway with his hands covering her breasts. ” Let’s take a shower now lover!”. She struggled as he forced her into the bathroom with him. He threw her onto the floor and took off the rest of his clothing, when she heard the shower turn on she scooted against the wall, but she never resisted as he pulled her up. In the shower he was standing behind her using the soap to slide across her body creating soap lather. Her body enjoyed the sliding of his hands across her nipples and her pussy. His dick also got soapy and erect as it slid on her back spine and the crack between her buttocks He forced her to bend down as he lathered up her back, and spread the soap between her ass and into her pubic hair as her stuck his fingers in to her pussy. She felt her legs being forced apart and she knew that he was about to fuck her again as his dick again penetrated her sore pussy. But after a few light thrusts he pulled out and she felt him pressing the rod against her ass hole. Then she gave out a muffled scream as he pushed it into her ass! He held her tight as he entered deeper and deeper into her, and when he got in as deep as possible he pulled her up, and held her in place. By the time they got out of the shower it was already 3:45 AM. He pulled her into the hallway and got dressed and got his stuff together. He found a digital camera and took several pictures of her naked body with close-ups of her breasts and pussy. At 4 AM he again caressed her body with his hands and lips. He told her, ” I’m going to lick your pussy. If you attempt to kick me again I’m going to fuck your ass so hard that your body will require medical repairs!” She never resisted as he started to tease her pussy. He spread her legs apart as she lied down on the hallway floor, his hands were teasing her nipples. Her body was getting exited as throbs of pleasure enumerated from her pussy until she couldn’t stand it no more. He pulled the scissors out of his bag and push the point down beneath her breast bone to the point a tickle of blood seeped out. ” Feel that?”. She nodded. ” Good, because I’m going to take off the tape of your mouth and you are going to suck my dick! One fucken word from you then this knife will be pushed into your heart - understand!” She nodded. He slowly removed the duct tape and pulled out the tampon. she didn’t say a word. he pulled out his dick and pushed it against the lips of her mouth and she took it as the scissors was still against her skin. His erection came back as her lips and tongue teased his manhood. He pushed her down on the hallway floor and again raped her.. When he was done he brought her over to the toilet and told her to squat over the open seat with her legs spread. He helped her to balance as he pulled out the douche bottle and pushed it into her vagina and washed it out. He seen the clock reach 4:30 AM, ” It’s time for me to leave. It was very nice to fuck you!” The teen just whimpered - ” You got what you wanted. Just leave me alone.” ” I will, but one more thing” He pressed his lips against her and forced her against the wall. She felt a cold object pushing against her pussy - before she could react 120,000 volts blasted her body and she collapsed. The attacker took everything off of her, ropes and duct tape. He grabbed the digital camera and left her laying on the bathroom floor. The sun risen as it always did, and the college boy watched the girls house. No police. He went on through school and came home a few months later. The girl was showing a definite pregnancy. The pictures he took on the night he raped her was posted on the Internet.

He still had the key, and the foolish girl had no dogs to protect her. from what he heard she’s allergic to them. His parents were planning to go on a business trip again next month - he never fucked a pregnant woman before. But he will next month.

Rape Story by Psiberzerker

I was sitting at the bar in the Rathscaller, drinking a double Bushmills, neat, and waiting for my entree. It’s a nice place, on the college strip. About half their menue is Vegitarian, so it tends to collect the helth nuts, lesbians, and so forth. It’s a great place to cruise, because of the clientelle, and the layout.I knew what I was looking for, after a bit of experience, it’s not hard to spot the signs. Of course, nowadays, it’s getting harder from the whole Goth thing, kids are starting to affect the look to be cool, but I can usually spot the poseurs. “Good hunting tonight?” a girl’s voice comes to my attention. Though it’s not loud in here, she’d spoken right in my ear. Turning, I realised she was a stranger. She didn’t have the look, either, if anything, it was the opposite. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, and sized her up. I like them a taller, and her tits where a bit big for my taste. She’d had to stretch to reach my ear, so about 5′4″, and from her stocky build, I’d say over 150lbs. Sitting in the bar stool may’ve thrown off my initial estimate. She wasn’t fat, by any stretch of the immagination, nor unnattractive. The body would’ve been harder to make out through the loose hanging collar shirt, and baggy dockers if it hadn’t been so large. Her young face was hard, and angular, not a sign of the roundness that comes with fat. She climbed onto the stool next to me, “Sure, have it your way.” she shrugged, and the tender came by to drop a napkin onto the counter in front of her. “Bourbon,” she didn’t even look at him, just held up two fingers together to make it a double. I usually look for the born victims, casualties of the social programming that says what’s ladylike, and what’s manly. This woman apparently didn’t subscribe to that theory. She was sugar, and spice, and puppy dog tails, a mis-match of effeminate beauty, and masculine confidence. Though young enough to be a girl, she wasn’t, she was a guy who just happened to be female. Oddly enough, she didn’t even give a blip on my Gaydar. I couldn’t say with any surity that she was straight, or lesbian. “Can I help you?” I asked. She shrugged, “You could try,” she didn’t elabourate. Her drink showed up, she finally looks over at the barman, “Did I ask for ice?” she pushes the cordial glass back. My food showed up, too. The “Wizard’s Choice”, London broil in bearnase with beefsteak mushrooms. Unlike most places with a vegitarian menu, they knew what to do with meat. I relocated to a booth, and she followed without invitation. The cowed bartender rounded out the entourage, he presented her with a highball glass with a few ounces of Jack. This was starting to get annoying, “What do you want?” I demand dismissively. She shruggs nonchalantly, “Lots of things,” she evades, “Some can’t be discussed publicly.” “I don’t have any drugs,” I supplied, and wondered what led her to that assumption. I don’t look like a dealer, or anything else for that matter. Thirtyish, I could pass for anywhere in that decade, maybe a little younger. I typicly wore khakis, dark shirts, plain jackets in winter, and ballcaps when neccisary. It was summer, so I’d shaved my usual Van Dyke back to a neat mustache. It finally struck me as odd that she was wearing long sleeves in the heat, that usually ment they where covering up self mutilation marks, but with her self esteem, it was more likely Heroin tracks.” She shook her head, and chuckled, “I don’t want any,” she intimated, “I know what you do, and I’m interested.” I doubted it, she thought she knew, but had no idea if she was asking for it. Some girls do, by thier manner, and the risks they take, but not her. “What’s that, exactly?” She looked around, leaned in to whisper, “Rape,” her eyes flashed in excitement. Ah, I thought, blackmail. That I’d believe of her. “You’re a cop.” I had to admit, they where starting to zero in on me, it was getting towards time to move on. She stood up slightly in the booth, leaned in farther, and pulled open the neck of her tank top. “See?” she offered, “No wire.” I got to see a health dose of her chest, saw no listening devices, nor a bra for that matter. “That doesn’t answer my question,” I noted, “Are you working for, or with any agency of law enforcement?” She sat down, and released her shirt front, “No, I am not a police officer, informant, or judicial witness.” I’d finished up my meal, threw the money, plus twenty percent, rounded up to the nearest $5.00 incriment on the table. “You’re right,” I got up, “This is no place to discuss these things.” I left without another word, and she followed. “What’ve you got?” I mused. She shrugged again, “Nothing that’ll hold up in court,” she admitted, “I’ve watched you work, seen the condition of your dates afterwards. They’d obviously been raped, but they damn sure won’t admit it.” “How much?” I mentally calculated, “I’m not made of money.” She turned down Pogue street, I was forced to follow, “I don’t want it,” she laughed, “I’ve been having these fantasies for a while, and finally decided to do something about them.” “Most girls have rape fantsies,” I informed her, “They usually change thier minds when they’re confronted by the reality of it.” She laughed again, “Oh, I’ve been raped,” she admitted, “Didn’t care too much for it. What I want from you is for you to teach me.” She led me down Hillsborough St, left up Home, and back to Clark Ave. Her house was a little one beroom on a 30′x30′ slab that would’ve been an apartment iwhere it not free standing. I couldn’t've picked a better place, it was cosy, compact, controllable. There was only a living room, kitchen, bath, and bedroom all tucked into a small square in the middle of a decent sized lot. The patio out back was screened by Privet trees, and the front windows where draped with moving blankets tacked up by Simplex nails. Light nightlife traffic on Clark, and sorrounding streets where the summer revelers from State, and thier friends. They’d cover most noises. Just to ice it, she picked up a remote, and turned on the stereo. This was simply a Marshal Stack with a yard sale reciever, and CD changer. WKNC came on at a slightly less than deafening level, and she motioned me back to her room where it was quiet enough to talk. “Barrel of a Gun” by depeche mode started up, and I marveled at the selection. I noticed she had a four poster bed with the canopy removed so it wouldn’t obstruct the view of a decent sized mirror on the ceiling. She turned to me, “We can talk safely in here,” she conspired, “Nobody would think to bug me.” Well, now, I wouldn’t say that… I struck her, open handed, but right across the cheek bone with the ball of my hand where a slap can knock a girl out. She spun down onto the bed, and I dove in to take the opportunity she’d presented. She fought, rather well, I’ll admit. She was suprizingly strong, even more so than some of the guys I’ve had to wrestle with. I was forced to rip off her clothes rather than take them off more gently. First came the tank top, it tore easilly from the neck to expose her good sized breasts. She decked me one, so I forced her over onto her belly where she could only beat on the matress. Pulling down her over shirt, the silk, or microfibre polyester was plenty strong enough to hold her hands. They also covered them, preventing her from scratching me, and picking up evidence under her nails. She thrashed nicely, and cursed into the bed, so I grabbed the back of her head, and forced it down to muffle her. In this position, I could see why she wore long sleeves. There wheren’t any scars even enough to be self inflicted, or puncture wounds over the prominent veigns. WHat she’d been hiding was her musculature. Her arms rippled with chords of muscle like steel cable coated in glove leather. More striated her broad back which taperd down to the waist with the wings of her deltoids. From here, she couldn’t be distinguished from a short stocky man with long hair. I rolled her over, and got a better look at her chest. The first view of it’d been in the less than impressive light of a booth at the “Rat “. Her body had blocked the hanging light, drowning it mostly in shadow. Since then, I’d only gotten a brief flash while I was distracted with tring to subdue her. Her breasts where smaller than they’d looked under her shirts. The lack of a bra had been decieving to those of us that’re used to them, but she didn’t need one. They where amply supported by a thick shelf of pectoral muscle. The tips where large, and pulled out by the steel bars that pierced them vertically. “Treacherous son of a bitch!” she screamed, then, “Ah fuck!” as I twisted one of the dumbells. “That’s no way to talk,” I admonished, “You’re mine right now, and I won’t stand for any lip from you.” I undid her charcoal grey chinos, and pulled them down. She sat up, and I knocked her back down. Her belly flexed as she rose, but slackened when she hit the pillow again. Now she had a matchhing welt on her other cheek from the backhand. Better than any rouge, they really brought the hate in her eyes. I tore her black cotton underwear off, and gagged her with them. That freed the strong odor of her arousal. I slipped a finger beween her lower lips, and sure enough, they came up slick with her humidity. I wiped it under her nose, “Smell that?” I pointed out, “Now you know how much you wanted this.” That was usually enough to get the more submissive of my victims from talking to keep quiet out of guilt. This one, however would be the type to talk, shame was no stranger to her, they where bitter enemies. I reached back down to rub the flap of her hood, and discovered something. Though not yet erect, her clitorus was already protruding. It hardened under my thumb as I slipped a couple fingers in, and grew to unnatural proportions. Not quite a cock, it was almost the size of a prepubescent dinky. “Steroids?” I wondered aloud. It had to be, either that, or she was some sort of intergender, a demihermaphrodite. Regardless, she didn’t answer. I had to sit on her chest to hold her down while I freed myself. Though not usually my type, her failed machismo was extremely arousing. There’s nothing like dominating a dominant, a joy I’d given up because the more maleable ones are safer, easier to manipulate. I kind of liked her muscle, her manliness. It was a nice change from the skinny little girls I frequented of late. Unfortunately, her type is hard to find. I paused to slip on a rubber. Always use protection, and strangers. You never know where they’ve been, and strangers don’t have any links back to you. She struggled, tried to prevent me from entering her, but I was an old hand at this. She clamped down, trying to lock me out, but that just made it tighter. I didn’t resent the extra friction. I bottomed out in her with one long hard jab, and she grunted from the pain of the penetration. “You should know better,” I admonished, “Clamping down only makes it hurt worse.” I pulled out, and gave another thrust for punctuation. “Relax, try to enjoy yourself.” I went slow, but hard. Again, it hurt more, but the relaxes gait prolonged it. Only amateurs pound away untill they burst. Rape doesn’t happen every day, if you’ve got it, take the time to enjoy it. I pulled back again untill I could feel my head catch on her rim, then sank back into her. “Drag it out, then slam it home,” I told her, “That’s the slow methodical rythm calculated to make it seem to last forever.” I could rape someone for hours like this. Telling her was the best part, she’d asked for it. Rape, how too, the hands on crash course. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but the actual feeling of an univited dick sliding into you, deliberate, and purposefull is priceless. She gaspes in, and snorted out of her nose. Equally precious was the look of sheer hatred in her eyes. The hopeless fury, the betrayal. She didn’t weep, even stopped struggling and just stared at me like a cat I’d take his carrion from. Finally, I stared her down, and she avoided my gaze by letting her eyes roll up. I knew she could still see me, raping her in the mirror. Finally, she responded, her nipples popped out, bulged around the metal through them. The flesh of her chest mimiced them, prickling with goose bumps, and flushed with blood. Around her panties, her lips darkened, and plumped. Her cheks where red, but the ears blushed as well. I could feel her heat radiating up at me, sweat rolled down her breasts, and between them. I got sick of the numb fuck pretty quick. Just pounding away at her limp body was no better than necrophiling it except for the warmth. I bent to bite her neck, first on the thick muscular wedge that blended it into her shoulder, then around to the front. I gripped her glottis gently in my teeth, pinching off her air. That got her moving, she struggled, and finally broke free. I went for it again, turning my head around to the other side, and she thrashed to throw off my aim. Simply for symmetry, I went on past it to plant another hemotoma on her other shoulder. “That’s right,” I encouraged her, “It’s lots more fun when you struggle.” I chuckled down at her. She went limp again, so I bared my teeth, and she started up again. That naturally accellerated the pace, a good thrasher always did. I kept biting her though, spurring her on with the pain. I added my nails, raked them across her chest, and sides.she moaned, and gasped, but it was in pain as much as pleasure. She started rocking side to side, arching her back, flailing her head on her pillow. I didn’t think the shirt would hold her forever, and I wasn’t dissapointed. Her hands came free, and wrapped around to flay my back. At that point, I didn’t care any more. I had enough endorphins, and orgone running though me to enjoy it. Pepper on vanilla ice cream, try it some time. She wasn’t even trying to break free, or push me off. She even fucked me back. I was really wailing on her, forcing the air out of her in feral grunts only for it to be sucked back in on the up stroke. I couldn’t hold back much longer, I could feel her belly ripple under mine, her massaging me with muscles in places I didn’t even have, and that pushed me over. I hadn’t had such a good hard fuck in a while, that’s the price you pay for taking the safe road, the weak victims. I realised I missed it as my lust broke free. I pulled out, yanked off the prophilactic, and sent it skimming across her torso. She locked her legs behind mine, and pulled me to her as it pumped out. At first, I made it over her head, then struck her face with it. She winced, and tried to shy away, but I grabbed her hair, and held her head up in the line of fire. Eventually, the pressure lessened, and I hosed down her impressive chest. Finally, it slackened all together, and dribbled onto her belly.

Now esentually free, she pulled out her gag, and I didn’t stop her. Instead, I bent to lap my seed from between her breasts. “That was cruel,” she accused. I grinned up at her, a creamy chord still dangling from my lolling tongue. Sucking it in, I swallowed before responding, “That’ll teach you.”