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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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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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My name is Sam, and I’m a rapist. I’m only telling you this because you’re tied up like a fucking hog right now and can do nothing but maybe piss your pants out of fear, and listen to my confession.
Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone, and I don’t plan on it. Death is not fun to me. What’s fun to me is causing pain and humiliation to women. Preferably young women. The younger the better. I love seeing their eyes well up with tears, their faces grimacing in pain, or contorted beyond recognition with absolute agony. I love the moaning and screaming that comes with the sensation of pain. It gets me off.
Just to let you know, I’m going to break you. Fuck you til you bleed. Make you wish you were dead. But not yet – first I want to tell you a story.
It was fifteen years ago, and I was an eighteen-year-old virgin, just finished high school, with the world at my feet. I had a girlfriend, let’s call her Anne. She was fifteen years old. She went to the school I’d just graduated from and was the old cliché: slim, blonde, stacked, a cheerleader to boot. I used to moon over her like a fucking pansy, drowning in those clear green eyes of hers, letting her rub herself up against my cock as we made out, but always respecting her and pulling back when she invariably said “no”. The bitch loved to tease me. She’d flick that pink tongue in and out of my mouth, she’d let me feel her tits (under the sweater, over the bra); she’d gingerly stroke my cock until it was twitching in her hand…. And then the date would be over and I’d be left to masturbate bitterly in my bedroom and wonder why, why, why my girl was such a prick tease.
After three months of this teasing I walked around with my balls a permanent shade of pale blue. I started to punch walls, and drink my dad’s whiskey. I was uptight, man, really fucking uptight, and this little cunt was all to blame. I was leaving for college in a month and I knew – just knew! – that the worthless bitch wasn’t going to give it up. She was going to tease me cross-eyed and then move on to a guy her own age, and do it all over again. Why do chicks do that? They must know it will only end in trouble – every man has his breaking point, never forget that.
So one night she invites me over to her house. Her parents are out for the evening, won’t be home til midnight, blah blah blah. I go over there and she’s cooked me this fabulous meal – roast beef, potatoes, the works, and she’s in this little cotton dress, nipples poking through the material, no panties on. We eat and watch some TV for a while, me lying on the couch with her curled up in my arms. She can’t miss my 9-inch cock erect against her back, but she manages to ignore it. She does, however, start rubbing her nipples through her shirt, almost absently. My cock twitches against her and I can see that she’s smiling to herself, probably thinking: “I’m such a little cock tease, let’s see if I can make him cum in his pants.”
We turn the TV off and start making out on the couch, her lying on top of me, me underneath thinking: “Finally it’s gonna happen!” She is sitting on my legs, her thighs on either side of me, and they’re bare and just slightly plump – young girl legs, you know? Of course you know- you got a pretty good set of ‘em yourself.
She’s grinding her cunt on my crotch, I’ve still got my jeans on, but my cock is straining to get out of there, it looks like I’ve pitched a fucking tent. So I go to undo the zipper and she says: “Come to my room.” And skips up the stairs with her dress flipping up as she runs! I catch a glimpse of snatch and am running after her like a robot trained to run after snatch. Which I guess is what every man is, really.
Anyway, we get to her bedroom and I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her really roughly, tongues down each other’s throats, and she jumps up and puts her legs around me! I push her into the wall, and we grind on each other for a few minutes, then I toss her onto her bed and she lands on her back. I take off my jeans and she lifts up her dress, and I’m just about to jump her when she says: “I think we should stop.”
“You’re joking”, I say, cock in hand, jeans around my ankles. Her dress is up around her waist, legs slightly apart, I can see her hairless cunt shining wetly in the dim light from outside the window, and she says no?
“I’m not joking, Sam. I’m scared. I don’t want to go all the way.” She looks like she’s trying not to smirk, and that’s when I snap. I pounce on her, and grab her wrists in a vice grip, push them above her head and down onto the mattress. She’s pinned.
“YOU are a fucking TEASE!” I shout into her ear. She’s moaning now, writhing, in a little bit of pain from the pressure I’m putting on her wrists.
“Sam, stop it!” She cries. See, she’s not used to not being in control. She’d gotten so accustomed to me respecting her wishes that she didn’t know what to do with herself once I responded differently.
I let go of her wrists and get off her, and she sits up, punching me in the chest with her skinny little arms. “You JERK! It’s over!” she cries. She looks defiant now; angry. But I can see the fear that remains. She can’t hide it from me completely – her green eyes are too honest.
She gets up to run past me, out of the bedroom, and something in me – I like to think of it as the animal – makes my hand into a fist and punches her in the stomach. I pull it at the last second so she’s only winded, doubled up, in shock. I push her onto the floor and she crouches there on her hands and knees, trying to get her breath back. Suddenly she’s not the uppity little princess. Suddenly she’s a bitch in heat, on the floor, in shock and pain and utterly helpless.
I kneel behind her, and lift up her dress, exposing that little pink pussy. “What are you-“ she begins, but I grab her long blonde hair and yank it hard, so her head arches up painfully behind her.
“Shut up or I will kill you.” I say in a calm voice, and she shuts up. I hold her hair tight with one hand, and put the other on her hip, pulling her ass back while my cock strains forward. Finally I get to feel that snatch on my cock and it’s heaven! She’s hot, wet and amazingly tight. I slide deeper into her, slowly, gently, and feel a resistance. She’s a virgin! Excellent. I take my cock out of her, and she starts to speak. Probably to thank me for not going all the way, but she doesn’t get to say a word, because I pull her hair hard again, and all she does is gasp. Then I shove my cock into her – hard. She screams in pain – my cock is big and it’s just forced its way through her hymen and deep into her cunt, right up to the hilt. I own her, and that knowledge pushes me into what I like to call Rapist mode. I pound her, pulling her hair, pinching her ass, slapping her, calling her a worthless cunt, rubbing her, hurting her and loving it. But what’s this? The bitch likes it! She starts to push back against my cock, in time with my thrusts. The little fucking slut is enjoying it!
For some reason this doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to suffer first for what she did to me – all those months of torture! So I pull out of her, and shove myself into her tight puckered little asshole. She squeals like a stuck pig now, which I guess is what she is. Her anal opening is so tight it’s painful for me to thrust in there, but I know that the pain I feel is tiny compared to hers, so that spurs me on. After a minute or two her ass muscles relax a tiny bit and allow me to plunge in and out of her with abandon. I grab both her ass cheeks with my hands now, and she hangs her head in defeat, crying salt tears onto her bedroom floor, moaning softly, a beaten animal. I finally cum, pumping hot semen deep into her bowels, and as I ejaculate I make a loud, primal cry of triumph.
When I withdraw from her ass she collapses onto the floor, sobbing, all curled up in a foetal position. Poor little cherub! I go down to the garage and grab some rope, come back up and she is still there. I think she is in shock. I tie her wrists and ankles togethe r - much like I’ve tied yours now – and just touch her for a while. I try out different things to elicit pain – a tweak of the nipple, a bite on the clit, even a cigarette lighter to singe her pubes. I start to spank her hard on the butt, until I can see red hand marks on her skin. I punch her in the back, hard enough to hurt, maybe to bruise, but not hard enough to badly hurt or disfigure her.
I go to her dresser and pick up some random objects – a candle, a bottle of soda, and take turns sticking those and other things up her asshole and cunt. After about twenty minutes I find myself getting hard again, so I turn her onto her back and fuck her missionary style, nice and slow. She has her eyes closed by now, and is completely submissive and silent. I like how there’s a point where a bitch will stop hating you with her expression, words or actions, where she will just succumb like the slave she is, like the whore all women secretly are. I take her nice and slow, enjoying her sucking cunt around my cock, enjoying the whipped-dog expression on her face. She wasn’t a person in her own right anymore, just a victim. A cunt to fuck. An ass to rape. An object to bring me pleasure.
I pinch her nipples and fuck her harder, pumping into her until my balls are tight and my dick feels like it will explode. I fuck her fast now, one hand between our slick flesh, rubbing her clit roughly, the other hand slapping her across the face and pinching her nipples. I loved the combination of good and bad feelings I must have been causing her. I made sure she came just before I did, and the look on her face as she realised she was about to orgasm was priceless. She wasn’t even in control of her body anymore! After her cunt was filled with my sperm I made her lick my cock clean, then I slapped her around a bit more, just to scare her up again, and finally went home to bed.
I never saw her again, until last night. I had kept tabs on her life through mutual friends all these years. I had heard that she dropped out of school and disappeared for a while. Then I heard she was a stripper. Then a hooker. Then nothing for years, until last week when her brother John and I ran into each other at the mall. She’s a respectable woman now, with a daughter and a husband and her own business.
I have to check this out, I think to myself, so I stake out her house one afternoon, and then I see her coming down the street in a fucking school uniform! Except she’s still fifteen! The illusion breaks and I realize it’s you, honey. Your long legs, not hers. Your pouting lips and long blonde hair, not hers. Once I grab you and put you in my van I realise that you have brown eyes, not green ones. Brown eyes just like me. How old are you again? Fifteen… mm, the timing sounds right.
You’d think that I’d let you go, you being my blood and all. Unfortunately for you, this is my favorite fantasy yet.
Just you wait. I’ve learned a few tricks since I raped your mother. |
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