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I had been watching her for two weeks and knew her routine perfectly. She left the gym every night at exactly 9:30, right when the gym closed. I didn’t know what type of job she had, but she always came wearing business clothes and left in her workout clothes, her blonde hair damp and her toned body gleaming with sweat. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but she was very sexy in her lycra pants that outlined every inch of her sweet ass and the baggy t-shirt that hid her large, perky breasts. Sometimes she came out braless, and I could see her breasts sway as she walked. She had a way of walking that made her tight little ass shake and jiggle, and I could almost feel my hands spreading her asscheeks apart as I prepared to shove my uncircumcised black dick into her virgin asshole. She would still have her ass cherry, I thought to myself, because she would be the type who was in charge in the bedroom. She wouldn’t just let any guy ram her ass…but then again, she wouldn’t have much of a choice when it came to me. But I had to be patient first.
At exactly 9:30 I saw her leaving the gym, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail that swayed with each step. She must have been at least 25, but she looked about 16 years old, like a cheerleader or something. I wondered if she shaved her pussy – I bet she did.
The bitch always drove her Mustang to the gym and parked it away from the other cars, probably because she didn’t want it to get scratched. Unfortunately for her, this gave me the opportunity I was looking for – the area in which she parked wasn’t well lit, and no one would be able to hear her screams for help until it was much too late for her. I smiled as she walked towards her car, pulling the keys out of her bag. She didn’t even see me crouching in the bushes…she was too preoccupied to notice the stirring as I got up. I was almost directly behind her when she finally noticed that someone was following her, and as she turned around to see who I was, I punched her in her pretty face. She fell like a sack of potatoes, and I scooped her up and threw her in the back of my van. I got a pair of handcuffs from the glove box and cuffed her hands behind her, then locked the door and sped away into the night. She and I could have a lot of fun tonight. Yes indeed.
I drove for about fifteen minutes until I arrived at my pre-planned spot in the woods. We were miles away from any houses, and it was extremely unlikely that anyone would drive by at this time of night. It was a small shelter house in a local park that was used in the summer time for hiking trails. In the winter, however, the only people who came out here were teenagers who wanted to drink and fuck on Saturday night. It was Thursday night, though, so it would only be me and the blonde beauty who was starting to come to in the back of my van. I pulled her out into the chilly night air and roughly shoved her down on the concrete floor of the shelter house. She let out a cry of pain as she fell flat on her face, unable to catch herself with her hands still cuffed behind her.
“Now, bitch, we’re about ready to have a little fun,” I murmured, my dick getting hard at the sight of her laying sprawled out on the floor with dead leaves and beer bottles. I kicked her a bit in her ribs, and she rolled over on her back to face me. As soon as she saw me, she started screaming, a guttural scream of fear that came from the back of her throat. I merely laughed. “We’re miles from civilization, sweets, so go ahead and scream. I like it better when they scream.”
I started unzipping my jeans, which only made her scream louder. I grinned as I pulled out my thick black cock, which was about 11” long when fully erect. “Ever had one of these up your ass?” I taunted her, stroking my dick’s full length for her to see. She violently shook her head, which only made me laugh. “I knew you’d still have your ass cherry. Don’t worry, sweetheart – this monster will rip you right open.”
“Please don’t hurt me, please,” she blubbered, blood running from her nose from her fall earlier. “I won’t tell anyone, please.”
“Damn right you won’t tell anyone. If you EVER tell anyone, the last thing you’ll see are my hands squeezing the life right out of your throat as you deepthroat my cock. Understand?”
To my surprise, she nodded and tried to stop her sobbing. She knew it was better to suffer the shame of rape and live rather than die. I smiled to myself and straddled her chest, my dick slapping her neck. “Suck it,” I grunted, thrusting my hips toward her lipstick-red lips. She obligingly parted her mouth slightly but was unprepared as I shoved six inches deep into her throat. She started to try to gag, which only allowed me deeper access to her throat. I slid my cock into her throat to the hilt, my balls slapping against her chin as I began to thrust into her tight throat. Her cheeks were puffy and turning red from lack of air, which only made me thrust more wildly into her throat, feeling her throat muscles tighten as she tried to draw a gasp of air. She fought desperately for some air, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to get me off her face. I felt my balls tighten and I ground my hips into her face as I shot my load deep into her throat. When I withdrew my cock from her stretched lips, she coughed and gagged for air, the blood rushing back to her face and her throat flushed. I smiled at the beautiful sight of my cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth as she fought for enough air to keep from passing out.
I’m no spring chicken, and no matter how much I wanted to fuck her sweet little pussy, it would take several minutes for me to get erect again. While I waited, I went back to the van and brought out a small knife. She looked at me with complete terror as the gleaming blade touched against her fair neck. “What’s your name?” I asked, moving the knife toward her t-shirt’s neck. “Ka-ka-Kacie,” she managed to stutter, her voice hoarse from the screaming and brutal throat fucking I had just given her.
“Well, Kacie, let me tell you the way it is,” I said as I started to cut her t-shirt down the center. “If you move, I could slice you open pretty good, so I’d stay still.” The knife cut the t-shirt in half and I pulled it away, exposing her beautiful milky-white tits, her rose-colored nipples erect from the cold air. “Now, I’m not going to lie – I’m going to hurt you, but if you are a good little bitch, then I’ll let you go. Now, on the other hand, if you aren’t a good little girl…” my knife slipped under the waist of her lycra pants and began slicing them away as I spoke, “well, you’ll be hurting a LOT worse than you have ever dreamed. Understand what I’m saying?”
Kacie nodded her head up and down as I sliced down one leg of her pants and began slicing the other leg with my knife. She was wearing a black thong and I snapped the elastic, causing her to jump involuntarily. My knife sank into the flesh of her hip, and she squealed from pain. “Now, see, Kacie, what in the hell did I tell you? You have to be careful or you’ll get hurt a lot worse than that.” Blood seeped from the cut as I slid the thong off of her body, exposing her shaved little snatch. I felt my dick starting to get rock hard as I stroked her beautiful little pussy, smooth as a little girl’s. “I knew you’d shave your muff,” I murmured, blood rushing to my cock. “You are such a little slut – you want this don’t you?”
I didn’t wait for her to answer as I shoved a thick finger into her dry cunt. She yelped as I plundered her fuckhole with first one, and then two fingers. I felt her pussy starting to get wet from the torture, her body betraying her as she looked at me with terrified eyes. I withdrew my fingers and slid the head of my cock into her wet slit. She tried to close her legs, but I was easily able to pry her thighs apart with my strong black hands. I could only slide about nine inches into her tight cunt that involuntarily clutched at my dick, her muscles stretching to accommodate my size. She groaned as I began to thrust violently into her pussy, ramming al l e leven inches against her womb. She closed her eyes, preparing for me to shoot my load, but since I had come earlier I had much more stamina. After thirty or so thrusts, her ass was beckoning me and I withdrew. “Roll over,” I grunted, wanting her ass so much that I could have came right there just looking at her.
She began to cry, knowing what was coming but powerless to stop it. She rolled over and my big black hands spread those tight little asscheeks of hers, showing her puckered little hole. My dick dripped with her pussy juice as I rubbed my cock against her virgin ass, Kacie sobbing loudly. I reared back a bit and shoved myself against her ass.
Kacie let out a piercing wail as I managed to shove about half an inch into her ass. I thrust again, landing about two more inches into her ass. Kacie began to scream and groan as I shoved into her ass again. “Hey, baby, don’t worry, we only have about seven more inches to go,” I yelled, thrusting again. She screamed and bucked her hips, which only allowed me more access to her ass. She was so damn tight I thought she would squeeze the life out of my dick as I continued to invade her ass with my thick black pole. I reared back again and felt something wet snap and I sank all the way down, deep into Kacie's bowels. Kacie let out inhuman squeals and gasps as I began to thrust deep into her ass. Blood trickled down her asscheeks onto the ground beneath us as I picked up the pace. As I shot my creamy load into her ass, Kacie howled in pain. I lay there for some time on top of her, feeling my semen and her blood mingling beneath us.
“Hey Kacie, thanks for the fuck – that was the best one I’ve had in a long time,” I smirked as I got up and put my jeans back on. Kacie lay sobbing on the floor, crumpled up like a used rag doll. I left her there, her hands still cuffed behind her back and naked on the concrete floor. I later heard that a group of about thirty guys had found her Friday night when they went out drinking and gangraped her. Damn, wish I could have seen that. |
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Brenda put on the last of her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror. It was the night of her anniversary, and she wanted to be perfect for her husband.
She was wearing a short white nightie that covered her size 22 frame. She checked the tan pantyhose she was wearing for runs. Not that it mattered: her husband would rip through them as soon as he saw her.
It was her anniversery gift to him. She found out early in their marriage that she could not dress for work around him. As soon as she slid on her hosiery, her husband was on her. Not that she minded, it just made her late for work.
She looked up at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until her husband came home...
At that moment, Brenda's husband was out cold, bound and gagged in the trunk of their car. The Man who had do so was in the driver's seat, on his way to Brenda.
The Man had seen Brenda at a local market and had been following her for almost two months. She had become an obsession to him. A sexy big girl with huge breasts, she had never been alone for more than thirty minutes. That thirty minutes was the time before her husband came home. Not enough time to properly make her his Rape Victim.
So he had taken the direct route. He had waylaid her husband as he headed to his car after work. A pop in the back of the head with a towel wrapped tire iron--he didn't want to kill him--tied him with duct tape and dropped him into the trunk. Now he would have plenty of time with Brenda.
Brenda saw her husband's car pull up. She quickly went to the front door and unlocked it. She left a note on the floor for him to meet her in the bedroom and went to wait for him.
She heard the door open and then slam. Ten minutes passed. No hubby. A small nervous shiver passed through her. She got up off the bed and stepped out of the bedroom.
A hand covered Brenda's mouth and a knife was pressed to her throat.
"Behave, Fuck Toy and I won't kill you. Understand?"
"Please don't hurt me. Please..." Brenda stammered, her eyes on the knife pressing against her throat.
"Good." The Man kissed Brenda's neck. "I am going to enjoy making you My Rape Victim, Brenda."
"How...do you know.." Brenda swallowed in fear and shock. He knew her. If he knew her then he knew...
"My husband will be home soon," said Brenda with as much courage as she could muster.
The Man pressed his hand between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit through her pantyhose.
"Your husband is "tied" up right now, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda struggled.
" What happen to my husband?" she demanded.
"Nothing...yet. If you are a good Fuck Toy, you'll get to see him again. Now spread those big legs, Fuck Toy."
Brenda started to cry, but she obeyed.
"Please stop. Why are doing this to me? "
The Man kissed the back of Brenda's neck, pressed down on her clit with his fingers, and began to rub faster.
"To make you my Rape Victim, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda cried out as the Man's rubbing took control of her. She felt herself getting wet. Her body getting warm. The Man's kisses on her neck were touching the right spots...
"Please stop...don't rape me...don't hurt me...AHHH!"
Brenda screamed as she came for the Man. The Man could feel her wetness on his fingers.
Shame filled Brenda. She had cum for this...rapist.
The Man kissed Brenda tenderly on the neck again, then grabbed her by the hair.
Brenda cried out as her roughly dragged her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. The Man climbed on top of her and put the knife to her throat.
"Be good as I make you my Rape Victim. I will hurt you, then you can get to watch as I finish off your husband. Understand?"
"Yes..Yes. I'll be good. Just don't hurt me."
The Man ran his hands ove Brenda's huge breasts.
"What size are the titties, Fuck Toy?"
"44 F"
"Yes, so big and sexy."
The Man slit open the front of Brenda's nightie and began to suck and bite her nipples.
"Put your arms over your head, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Sobbing Brenda obeyed. She cried out as The Man cruely bit both her nipples.
The Man kissed down Brenda's belly to her thighs.
"Spread your legs wide, Fuck Toy."
Like an obedient pet, Brenda obeyed. The Man used the tip of his knife to slice open the crotch of her pantyhose. He started to rub her clit again with his thumb.
"Please stop. Please don't rape me...Please," she begged.
The Man smiled, and plunged his stiff cock into Brenda. Brenda screamed.
The Man lay his body on top of Brenda, wrapped his arms around her upperbody, and slammed his cock in and out of Brenda.
"Wrap your big legs around me, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Slowly the Man felt Brenda's nylon covered legs on his sides. He then raped her with quicker strokes. He could hear Brenda's sobbing as he made her his Rape Victim. Heard her struggle for air as his weight of his body cut off her breathing.
"Can't..breathe..please stop.." rasped Brenda.
The Man didn't hear her. He was lost in his new Fuck Toy. And when he came inside her, it was with a final stroke that used every ounce of strength he had. It illicted a strangled scream from his newest Rape Victim: Brenda Fuck Toy.
When the Man pushed himself off of his Rape Victim's body, he found that Brenda had passed out. Which was fine for him because it made his next task easier.
Using duct tape, he bound Brenda's wrists together. He then took a piece of cord and tied her bound wrists to the headboard of her bed.
Taking two more pieces of cord, tied one end to her ankles, then he tied off the other end to the headboard. Brenda's ankles were now up and behind her head. She was spread and helpless before him.
The Man climbed between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit. Brenda slowly woke, then panicked.
"Please untie me. I'll be good. PLEASE YOU ARE HURTING ME."
The Man looked at Brenda and continued to rub her clit.
"You are my Rape Victim now, Brenda Fuck Toy. I am giving you a lesson in what that means."
The Man continued to rub Brenda's clit as the realization of what had happen flooded over her. She sobbed as he assulted her clit again. Her legs and arms ached.
And her pussy was getting wet.
That made Brenda cry harder. That she could get excited for a Man who probably killed her husband and was still brutally raping her.
"Please...don't make me...not again..I can't..OH GOD IAM CUMMING..."
Brenda's body shook as her orgasm took her. The pleasure mixed with the shame were an assualt on her senses.
The Man smiled down on his Rape Victim. Forcing his Fuck Toys to cum was the second thing he loved about creating his Rape Victims.
Time for Number One on that list.
He smiled at Brenda and tenderly touched her face.
"Now time for your last lesson Rape Victim. One you will never forget."
The Man tore another piece of duct tape and put it over Brenda's mouth. Brenda's eyes went wide with fear.
The Man slid his cock into Brenda's wet pussy. Slow delibrate strokes.
"I know you like this, Rape Victim," he said pumping in and out of her," but I am going to show you what being a Rape Victim really means."
The Man pulled out of Brenda, and placed the tip of his cock on Brenda's anus. Brenda shook her head. Screamed into her gag. Struggled against her bonds. Anywhere but there. NO. NO. NO.
The Man slowly pushed into Brenda's anus. He could her muffled screams as he took her last piece of dignity.
"This is what it means, Rape Victim: your ass is mine."
He plunged into Brenda's ass with a hard, brutal final stroke,and proceeded to sodomize her.
Brenda screamed for the first part of her ass rape, but ran out of energy. She final went limp and let the Man finish with her. She was just his Rape Victim now. His Fuck Toy. Nothing else.
The Man pounded Brenda's ass and let out a scream of triumphant as his filled her ass with his cum. He pulled out and watched as his cum leaked out of his newest Rape Victim's ass.
He left a catatonic Brenda still tied on the bed. He found her cell phone and drove their car about five miles away. He called the police to tell them they could now find Brenda Fuck Toy tied to her bed. His Seventh Rape Victim.
He tosse d the phone into his Rape Victim's car, walked a block to where he had parked his own vehicle, and went home to take a long hot shower... |
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