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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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You know, normally I can’t stand the holidays. All the fake good will, all the crappy decorations, and if I have to here that stupid reindeer song one more time I think I am going to go out of my mind (assuming I already haven’t). But this years holiday season is turning out to be jolly after all…for me at least. I was at one of the local malls. I wasn’t really shopping, but I was bored at home and needed to get out for a while. This place was packed with people tonight. With only a week left till Xmas, everyone was doing some last minute shopping. I was passing by the center display at the mall, you know…where they always have Santa, when I saw something that would make my Xmas merry indeed. She was no more than five feet tall, with red hair and deep green eyes. And if that wasn’t enough, she was young, probably no more than 16 or 17, incredibly voluptuous, and packed into an elf suit that was about two sizes too small for her. You could tell that was one of the main reasons why the line to see Santa was so long. All the kids wanted to see him, and all the dads wanted to see her. I sat down on a bench about 30 feet away and watched for a few minutes. Nearly every dad ogled, drooled or tried to make small talk with her and a couple of them ‘accidentally’ bumped up against her, sneaking in gropes and grabs.
As I watched, she spoke to one of the other ‘elves’ and headed off to the food court, apparently it was dinnertime. All while she ate, you could tell that every single guy there wanted to find out if she was naughty or nice (okay, so its cliché…its still the truth) and that every girl there…well…I won’t repeat what they were thinking. Its not nice to say words like that. The sign posted at Santa’s North Pole said that they closed at 9PM. Since it was only 6:30, I decided to walk around the mall some more. After all, if I followed her around for the next 2 and a half hours, somebody would probably notice. My mind kept wandering back to her, how luscious she looked in that outfit, how firm her tits looked. I honestly couldn’t tell you any of the stores that I had been in that entire night.
I showed back up at the North pole at about ten of nine. I didn’t see her at first and thought that maybe she had left already. I was about to leave when I caught sight of her. She was off to one side, helping kids find there way out of Santa’s village. Her elf skirt was so short that you could see the curve of her buttocks without her even bending over. I kept off to the side until closing. Everyone left relatively quickly and I window shopped until I saw her leaving. She had thrown her coat on over her outfit, but hadn’t changed. I think that more than anything else finally made me decide to fuck her. Up till now, I was content to watch, but now with a chance to get some elf pussy, well, it was every kids dream come true. Okay…not every kids, but definitely mine. She walked out of the mall, heading for the covered parking garage. I walked up behind her, careful to make a lot of noise. You could tell she was nervous, but when I walked past her without saying or doing anything, you could almost feel the tension going out of her muscles. Iwas taking a chance on which direction she was going in. Since there were only two choices, I figured I had a 50/50 chance. Turning to the left, I cut around the corner and did a quick scan. Nobody was in sight. I hid around the edge of a concrete pillar and waited. After about ten seconds, I heard her coming. Those stupid little bells that they had on her elf shoes gave her away. As soon as she came around the corner, I grabbed her.
One hand wrapped in her hair, the other covering her mouth, I shoved her hard back up against the pillar. Her head bounced off the concrete and she knocked herself silly. While she was still dazed, I dragged her back to one of the corners of the parking garage. The lights over head weren’t working very well, with one being out and the other only providing flickering light, so I figured we would be relatively undisturbed. I grabbed my handcuffs out of the inner pocket of my trench coat (yes..I always keep at least one pair of cuffs on me at all times…in case of an emergency. Don’t you?). I pushed her down onto the hood of the car we were behind and forced her arms behind her so I could cuff her. She started to shake off her disorientation, but before she could scream, I had torn off that tiny little piece of cloth they called a skirt and gagged her with it. My fingers wrapped tightly in her hair and yanked her head back. I leaned forward, grinding my hard cock into her ass as I whispered into her ear.
“Be quiet and this will be over quickly. Cause trouble, and I’ll rape you for a week. Understand?” Her head moved up and down like a jack hammer. My hnds slid down her body, across the small of her back, down to her tight little ass. The kind of ass only a teen girl can have. She squirmed involuntarily under my touch as my fingers slipped under the cloth of her outfit. I slipped first one, and then another finger inside her tight little slit, feeling how dry she was at my touch. Shoving it in deeply, I felt her cringe in pain and humiliation, but to be honest, I didn’t care. Her pussy clung to my two fingers like a glove, and I could only imagine what it would feel like around my cock. I’m not huge in any respect (six and a half inches) but with a girl this small, I may as well have been John Holmes. I could hear her sobbing as I finger fucked her and it made me even hornier. Not wanting to waste any more time, I ripped open the crotch of her outfit, tearing her white panties at the same time. And there it was, in all its glory. Her tight little slit just waiting to be fucked. And right above it, her puckered little anus, next in line. But before I fucked it, I wanted to taste it.
I knelt down behind her and gently lapped at her cunt. There is nothing quite like the taste of teen pussy. Nothing even comes close to it. Slipping my tongue in between her lips, I could swear that she almost tasted like a candy cane. But that was probably just the lust and adrenaline rushing through me. As I continued to eat her, I could feel her body responding to my ministrations even as her mind recoiled from me. My fingers slipped in between her thighs and began to rub her clit. Her juices flowed faster and faster and she began to moan through her gag, although whether it was from pleasure or humiliation, I couldn’t tell, and didn’t care. I stood up behind her and pulled out my cock. Rubbing the head at her vaginal entrance, I slipped the tip inside of her. Leaning forward, I reached under her top and groped her tits, grabbing onto them like handles.
“Here cums Santa Claus!” as I shoved my erection into her. I felt a momentary resistance and then I was fully buried inside of her. This bitch had been a virgin! She thrashed on the hood of the car, but I rested my body on top of her, crushing her with my weight until she stopped. Her thrashing almost caused me to cum right then and there but I managed to stop myself. Rolling her nipples back and forth between my fingers, I felt them harden under my touch. Slowly I started sliding my dick back and forth, pulling back till just the tip was in, and then pushing it all back in. Faster and faster I went, my cock hammering into her tight cunt, each thrust forward driving the breath from her. The coat covering the two of us, but anyone walking by would have been able to tell what was going on muted the sound of my hips smacking against her ass. The risk of getting caught was going to make me cum soon. I could already feel my balls boiling as I drove into her over and over, reaming out her virgin hole. She could tell I was getting close and began to shake her head fiercely…obviously not wanting me to cum in her. But I was beyond any rational thought right now. The feel of her wrapped around my dick had taken over my entire being. The scent of her hair filled my head as I drove as deeply into her as I could, the cum rushing down my shaft and shooting into her r epe atedly. It felt like I was cumming for ten minutes inside of her, but I knew it was only more like twenty seconds. Once I had finished, I collapsed on top of her, knocking her breath completely out of her. It was possibly the most intense orgasm I had ever had (or at least in the top three).
I slipped my softening dick back into my pants and zipped up. I pulled out my little pocket knife and cut off a lock off her hair as a momento of this occasion. Leaving her on the hood of the car momentarily, I slipped open her tiny purse and grabbed her license. I wanted to find this bitch again!
“Now I am going to unlock the cuffs. When I do, I want you to count to one hundred before getting up off this car or looking around. If you move before then, or if you make a sound or call for help, I’ll gut you like a sea bass. Got it?” She didn’t move for a second and then her head nodded once. I unlocked the handcuffs and slipped them into my pocket. Before I walked away, I slapped her ass lightly, just to watch her jump, and then laughed to myself as she squirmed. Slipping her ID into my back pocket, I walked away quickly, thinking to myself that it was a pretty good Christmas after all. Maybe the New Year would be just as good!
Happy Holidays…and remember….if you light the fire place after the fat man is already in your house..you get to keep all the gifts..not just yours. Death threats and comments/criticisms/critiques always welcome and have a good new year! |
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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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Rebecca met the Nice Guy and his wife at the grocery store two weeks after she moved into the neighborhood. She found him charming and his wife small and mousy. Although Rebecca was in her late forties, she was tall and leggy. Her leotard she was wearing (she had just finished her evening work out) showed her curves and attributes. She could feel the Nice Guy’s on her as they spoke of work and home. It was an exciting and disturbing at the same time.
As they checked out, the Nice Guy whispered that he worked out of his home. If she like to come by for coffee, he’d love the company. Rebecca smiled and said she might take him up on it. The Nice Guy squeezed Rebecca’s arm. It was an act of a flirt, but that same feeling of unease crept up her back, and then vanished in the wake of the Nice Guy’s smile.
When Rebecca showed up at the Nice Guy’s front door two days later, he smiled at himself. He looked at her through the video screen of his security camera. Rebecca was dressed in a short black dress and heels. She looked great. Well, if the dumb bitch wanted it, he was going to give it to her.
A nervous Rebecca entered the Nice Guy’s home and smiled. She was usually did not chase married men, but there was something about this guy that…intrigued her.
The Nice Guy led Rebecca to stairs that led down to a basement.
“You have a basement?” asked Rebecca.
“I had it built for office space. Almost a second home down there. Come on.”
The Nice Guy started down the stairs and disappeared. A part of Rebecca’s mind began to scream for her to leave. Leave now.
“You coming, Rebecca?” The Nice Guy’s sweet voice overwhelmed her inner doubt and she walked down the stairs.
The stairs opened to a room dominated by chains hanging from the ceiling. Before Rebecca could react, the Nice Guy stepped up from behind her, put his hand over mouth, and a knife to her throat.
“Welcome to my office, Rebecca. Be a good girl and I won’t kill you.”
Rebecca nodded her head as the voice that had warned her not to go down the stairs whispered “I told you so” and disappeared to be replaced by fear.
The Nice Guy grabbed Rebecca by her hair. He pulled her away from him.
“Take off your dress, whore.”
“Please. Let me go…AHHH!”
The Nice Guy let go of Rebecca’s hair, slapped her face, and grabbed her hair again.
“Take…off…the…dress.” The Nice Guy angrily said each word.
Sobbing, Rebecca took off her dress. She had not worn a bra. She was now dressed only in panties, black thigh high stocking and her pumps. The Nice Guy twisted her right nipple. Rebecca cried out in pain.
“Only worthless whores don’t wear bras. I am going to have to punish you for your bad behavior, Rebecca.”
The Nice Guy dragged Rebecca to the middle of the room. He attached leather cuffs to her wrists. Each cuff was trailing a chain.
“Please don’t hurt. Oh God, please don’t. NO!”
As Rebecca begged, the Nice Guy grabbed a pulley chain and pulled on it. Rebecca’s arms were lifted over her head until she was standing on her toes.
“You are hurting me,” cried out Rebecca.
“Good. I told you I was going to punish you.”
The Nice Guy kneeled in front of Rebecca and slid off her pumps. He kissed her right foot and sucked her nylon-covered toes before attaching a leather cuff to the ankle. He did the same to the left foot and ankle.
The Nice Guy used his knife to slice off Rebecca’ panties and then shoved them into her mouth.
“That will keep your whore mouth quiet.” He started to rub Rebecca’s clit. She cried at his touch.
“This is what you wanted, Rebecca: me to fuck you. Well, you are going to get it. Get raped that is.”
The Nice Guy went back to the pulley chain and lowered Rebecca down so her feet touched the ground. Rebecca felt instant relief as the pressure was reduced on her arms.
Then the Nice Guy took the chain attached to her right cuff, ran it through another pulley in the roof, and pulled. Rebecca screamed into her gag as her leg was lifted in the air, above her head. The Nice Guy repeated the process with her left leg.
Rebecca was still screaming as the Nice Guy entered Rebecca’s suspended pussy. He raped her with slow deliberate strokes. He wanted the worthless whore’s pain to last as long as possible; and his pleasure of raping her.
Rebecca suffered. The pain was everywhere. It intensified with every stroke of the Nice Guy’s cock. When the Nice Guy came, the relief that this might be over matched Rebecca’s feelings of fear and shame.
The Nice Guy pulled out of his victim and stepped back.
“I would imagine you want me to let you down, My Whore.”
Rebecca nodded her head vigorously. Yes, yes, she thought. Let me down. Stop the pain.
The Nice Guy took his knife and ran it over her body.
“I could kill you right now, Rebecca. No one would know. You’d just disappear.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“Okay. I am not done playing with you anyway.”
The Nice Guy let down Rebecca’s legs. They collapsed under her, causing extreme pain to her arms.
The Nice Guy went back to the pulley and ratchet down Rebecca’s arms. Rebecca now totally collapsed to the floor.
The Nice Guy unlatched the leather cuffs from Rebecca’s wrists and ankles. He cleared them and the chains away. He pulled Rebecca’s panties out of her mouth.
“Can I go home now. Please let me go.” Rebecca’s voice was subdued. She was pleading for her life.
The Nice Guy gently stroked Rebecca’s hair. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.
“I am not done playing with you yet, whore.” He dragged Rebecca to the far wall of the basement.
Rebecca saw more leather cuffs attached to the wall.
“NO! PLEASE NO MORE,” begged Rebecca.
The Nice Guy slammed Rebecca face first against the wall. He grabbed her right wrists, pulled it above her head to one of the leather cuffs, and attached it to her wrist. He repeated the process with the left wrist and both ankles until Rebecca was spread eagle against the wall. She sobbed and begged through the entire process. That made the Nice Guy’s cock hard again.
With out another word, he drove his hard cock into a helpless Rebecca’s ass. Rebecca screamed as the Nice Guy raped her ass. He put his hand over her mouth as he pounded her ass.
“You are now a worthless whore, Rebecca,” whispered the Nice Guy in Rebecca’s ear. “This will teach you to chase a married man.”
The Nice Guy came with a hard final thrust into her ass. He took his hand off her mouth and pulled out of her sexy tight ass. Rebecca continued to cry. The Nice Guy took a deep breath, and put his knife to Rebecca’s throat.
“Shut up!”
Rebecca took a deep breath and reduced her sobs to a whimper.
“Now, Rebecca, I could still kill you right now. You know that, right?”
“Yes. Please don’t. I won’t tell anyone you raped me. I promise.”
The Nice Guy smiled, kneeled and unattached the leather cuffs on Rebecca’s ankles. He pulled off her stockings.
“Okay. But if you don’t, I can make you disappear. Understand?”
“Yes. Please let me go home.”
The Nice Guy undid the cuffs on Rebecca’s wrists. She slid down the wall, curled up in the fetal position, and sobbed.
The Nice Guy tossed Rebecca her dress.
“Get dressed. I get to keep the rest of our clothes.”
Rebecca pulled her dress back on. She felt so dirty and empty.
The Nice Guy kissed Rebecca’s cheek. “Thank you for a fun time, Rebecca. Don’t force me to kill you. Just go home, take a shower and forget about all this. Like you promised.”
“I will.” Her voice was as empty as her soul.
The Nice Guy led Rebecca up the stairs and out the door of his house. He watched her stagger home barefoot. He went back downstairs, collected Rebecca’s hose, pumps torn panties, and added them to his trophy trunk. He locked the basement door, fitted dry wall over the door and covered it with a large framed picture. It was not perfect, but his wife kept out of the area.
The Nice Guy had dinner ready by the time his wife returned home.
Rebecca took her shower and moved out of her home within a month. She k ept her promise and never told anyone about her visit to the Nice Guy’s home. |
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