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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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Usually my stories are a little long. All stories are too long. You have to get through a boring exposition and look for where the action begins.
You want a speedy start? Fine!
I was on my way back from visiting a cyberfriend and it was very late at night. I picked up a random passenger and it happened to be a girl I know from school. She told me she’s back from an anti war demonstration and that really pissed me off because I hate the radical left!
Her name was Erin. Shorter than me, petite, small tits, short light blond hair that is long enough for you to put your fingers through or pull on. Facial features of an elf. Not an ugly little Santa’s elf, but a beautiful, graceful D&D elf. I’ve had a little crush on her at school and never told her.
She wore blue pants, yellow shirt.
Any questions? Good. It went like this:
I detoured into a side road, and stopped at what seemed like… how do I describe it… It was sort of like the bottom of a cliff or a crater. I stopped there before to take a leak. Three natural stone walls and one way out, in which we came from. There was also a small cave to our right.
“What is this place?” She asked.
I was thinking about that scene in Short Cuts” with this guy who tried to lure a younger girl into some bat cave. Only in that case, she went with him willingly. I doubted that would be the scenario tonight.
“Nothing. Wanna see a bat cave?” I asked, looking around at the monotonous view which included just sand and one poor little miserable tree.
“No, Tom.”
“How about taking a leak?”
“I’m fine.”
Come on, I wanna show you something.
“What?”
I opened my glove compartment, pulled out the tear gas, and sprayed it in her face till she almost lost consciousness. Then I grabbed the laces and started tying them around the girl’s skinny hands, holding her wrists together. She moaned, and I punched her face. She moaned again, blood coming out of her nose. She looked so sexy this way. I felt my adrenaline starting to pump in, my cock turning rock hard, my face turning red with heat. I wanted this girl so much, and for so long. She was one of these girls you think about not because they are the prom queens or head cheerleaders, but because they are the girls next door. Girls anyone can delude himself about being with.
Of course, in high school I never had the guts to do anything. I was just a boy then. Now Erin is gonna taste a real man, when I’ll take a piece of her!
I turned off the lights and got out of the car. I dragged Erin out of the car and started to undress her over the hood. I started by taking off her pants and throwing them aside.
She was starting to come to so I sprayed another dose of gas on her. Then punched her face, then hit her between her legs. Again she moaned and cried. I, however, was laughing.
“You never thought it would be me, did you? You never thought I would be the one who would victimize you.”
I just assume all women think they might be victimized at some point. Erin was a smart girl. She knew the statistics. But who would ever guess it would be the cute little nerd boy?
I grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the cave. By the time she recovered from the second dose of gas she started weeping again.
I laid her down on the entrance to the cave, on sand and rocks, and pulled my pants and underwear down. She opened her eyes in shock as she saw my hard cock.
Be quiet, Erin, and it’ll be over soon.
I took the box cutter out of my pocket and opened it. I put it on her throat.
“No fighting, and you will live through it.”
She looked at me silently and nodded. I was thrilled to discover I’m once again in control. I did not feel in control when I started this. This was not a part of my pattern. I did not hunt for her. She was a victim of opportunity. So unlike me. Then again, being too organized often made me feel like a coward. From Jenna till tonight, I was like a hunter killing farm animals in a controlled environment. But tonight it was different. I was in a jungle, and did not know how to clean up the traces and silent the wounded beast I was about to pork.
I put my hand in my pocket again and took out a condom.
“Do you know what this is?”
She nodded.
“Unwrap it and put it on me. No games. If I so much as think you’re shitting with me I’ll cut your fucking throat.”
“No! Please, don’t kill me!”
“Be a good girl, and I won’t.”
I handed her the condom, and got the box cutter out of her face. She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, and took it out. Then I bowed over her. She put the condom on me carefully with her bound hand. I moved the box cutter on her arm as she was doing so and slowly got it closer to her neck.
“Good girl!” I said as the condom was on me. “And now…”
I lowered the box cutter to her shirt, cutting it from her neck through her chest, in between her tits. I stopped there, observing these small perky tits covered with a pink bra and what was left from the shirt. Then I put the knife on her panties, planning on revealing some more pink.
“Hello!” I said politely as I saw her shaved pussy lips staring at me. She gasped and trembled.
“Don’t worry, Erin. It won’t hurt a bit if you’ll cooperate.” I lied.
I put the knife in front of my face so that both of us would see it. Then I threw it away, behind me. I didn’t want too much in my hand, especially since she was already bound, and already mine, paralyzed with fear.
I opened her legs and started putting my cock in her. I watched her while I was doing it. She had her eyes closed. “Look at me!”
She looked at me as I played with her clitoris. Her eyes told me no, but at the same time told me yes. She was staring into my eyes and gasping at the same time. Again, saying no and yes in the same time just by the sound of her voice, with words unspoken.
I took my hand out and climbed on top of her, grinding my cock head against her lips. I was aroused, and wondered if she felt the same. I grabbed her bound hands and put them behind her head as I got into her. I have wanted to make love to this woman for years, and now I’ll have my chance. If she didn’t feel attracted to me, even before, then she deserved this.
I started pounding inside of her. I felt once again the adrenaline oozing through my porous, and rammed harder. We both looked into each other’s eyes as I did this. Her body shook every time I entered her. We kept looking at each other for what seemed like forever but was probably shorter. It was different. We knew each other before that, and now we were in a situation we never thought we would end up being in. It’s amazing in what circumstances people can find themselves when their ways cross repeatedly.
I’ve raped a lot of women who trusted me, so how come this woman’s look was different?
It was almost like she was accepting me. It never happened to me. Not to this degree.
I kept on fucking her pussy. I could almost feel pain in my cock, and on my cheek…
On my cheek? How the fuck could I have gotten pain on my cheek?
I put two fingers on my cheek and it turned out to be blood. I was wondering how it happened and returned my hand on her neck… Her neck? This hand was the one that was on her wrists. I didn’t put any hand on her neck. So why were my two hands on her neck right now? I don’t remember doing it!
Then I looked at her again, and her eyes were empty. Vague. I got my hands off her neck and saw my finger marks and some blood. The blood was mine, from putting her hand on her neck. I must have held her down as she tried to scratch my face with her nails. I turned her head aside and saw a blood stain on the back of her head, and another one on the rock where it was laid.
I remember her looking at me this way when I first put my cock in her. Is it possible we struggled in between? I now remember holding her throat but I don’t know if I killed her. Did she suffocate, or was it that nasty fracture in the back of the skull? Which happened first?
She looked so fine this way. Her blue eyes more beauti ful than ever. My first urge was to run away, but the second one was to continue fucking her.
As I fucked her I struggled with the laces on her wrists, untying them. I smacked her face. I wanted to punish her for doing it to me. I closed her mouth and started licking her lips. I wanted my tongue to touch these lips so long ago. I kept on pounding in her, licking and kissing her, with her mouth closed the entire time. I just wanted to taste those lips.
I got out of her pussy. There was a little blood there and I realized I was a little too aggressive, although I hardly even felt pain myself. I should have. She should have. But none of us did.
I tipped her over and started fucking her behind, regretting that she couldn’t feel the pain. Then again, if she had stayed alive, I would have came in her pussy. I wanted her to feel me fucking her pussy, cumming in it. Now with her gone, there is no way.
Still, it was fun to fuck a girl knowing she’ll do anything you want. It was like consensual sex, but the woman was willing to do anything. She felt no pain, and she had no choice.
I did not want to kill her. I did not think I would enjoy it, but it was an accident, and I cannot control my primal urge to fuck.
I went on fucking her ass, grabbing that blond hair. Just looking at the hair made me want to cum, but I didn’t. I stayed in there, and continued to fuck her senseless.
I kept looking at the hair, thinking of her smile. Tears were rolling down my eyes as I kept on fucking this beautiful creature. My puppet. I did not know if these were tears of joy or remorse, and I did not give a fuck. I just kept on fucking, opening her ass, demeaning her, making her mine. Then I kissed the back of her neck, slid my tongue to the back of her head and her hair.
I was careful not to lick the bleeding wound, but just the hair. I still had her hair in my mouth as I finally came.
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I sat there for a while, unsure of what I should do. I didn’t really grasp what had happened. I kept stroking Erin’s hair, and mumbling bullshit to myself. I was still wondering whether it was the strangulation or the head bashing that killed her. I don’t even remember doing any of this. Is it possible she died out of some kind of allergy or fear? Maybe she was convulsing or something and I just happened to grab her neck and bash her head in when she was already dying.
Oh, crap! I killed her!
“I killed someone... I’m a rapist… I’m a serial rapist who’s sitting next to a dead body… I’m a serial rapist... Erin is dead... She’s dead... I killed someone…”
It was just an accident, but it was a punishment from slipping out of my safe little pattern. I wanted to be an adventurist, and ended up killing someone. I thought a lot about what I should do with her.
Should I leave her here? Should I take her with me? If I leave her here no one would connect me to it, but maybe I’ll forget to clear the body and leave a partial finger print or other clues. If I take her with me and get pulled over for speeding I’m dead.
Oh, crap… I picked her gentle little body up, and put her in the trunk. As I shut it close I thought of the first time. The time when I sealed Jenna up in a big wooden trunk.
As I walked to my car I started humming music from “Steal This Movie” and “Buffalo Soldiers”. I got into my car, closed the door, and started crying.
The night with Erin was one of the most arousing experiences I have ever had. And you will always wonder whether or not this story is true or bullshit. |
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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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Amy wiped the mirror with her towel and gazed at the image before her. Her shoulder length red hair hung in tight curls, down her neck, like copper wire. Her blue grey eyes looked back at her as she ran her eyes down, down, her face and body. She looked at the freckles on her pug nose, freckles on her cheeks and throat that cascaded down between her breasts. Freckles on her arms and legs. She had been going to the beach. Using sun block she had little tan but the freckles deepened in color this year like every other year. She smiled at the image in the mirror. Twenty years young, getting ready for another year at school, she was on her way to her communications degree. She lifted first one breast than the other, checking the size and shape looking for any bumps. She moaned as her pale small pink nipples hardened at her touch. Through the white skin she could see blue veins caring blood around her breasts. She stopped her breast exam and walked out to her bedroom to dress for school registration never knowing the freckles she loved so much would bring her so much pain.
He sat in the state college quad, cafeteria on one side, bookstore on another. A coffee house was placed on a third side of the square. He was sipping coffee and waiting, waiting for the right cunt to follow. He wanted a blonde this time. He nailed a brunette the last time, a legal secretary he snatched her from a parking garage and raped for eight hours. She was his sixth in the last three years. Four brunettes, two blondes, all petite, five foot five or less in height, all young, under twenty five years old. "Cunts." he thought as he watched them walk by "Cunts everyone." A blonde wearing a sleeveless blouse and denim skirt caught his eye. He got up and started to follow her when he saw Amy. He stood and stared at the copper colored hair, the swell of her breasts inside the dark red blouse. He walked bend her and watched her ass wiggle inside her designer jeans. "How bout a redhead." he thought as he followed her, his cock hardening....
Amy worked her way thru the lines in the admen building never noticing the man watching her. After registering for her third year she went to the book store. He walked up behind her, smelled her perfume, the scent of her shampooed hair then said,"Exuse me.' Amy jumped startled by the man she didn't know was there. "Sorry." she stammered. "No problem." he replied his eyes locked on hers. He reached out one hand, put it under her chin, and said "You are a very cute little girl. Mesmerized Amy looked at him, her mouth opened and closed no sound came out, she looked away then scurried off. At a distance he followed her. Amy half ran to her car, she only started to feel safe when she was locked in. He noted the color and type of car. For three days he checked the lot at the college. Finally he found her car. He waited for her and followed her home. A ground floor apartment, "Good." he thought. He followed her the next day and watched her enter the gym. He went in and found her on a stairmaster. Her grey tank top and cotton shorts were soaked with sweat. Her hair was matted to her head. She grunted and puffed. He grew hard as he watched her leg muscles twitch. She stopped after fifty minutes and went to the sauna. Amy sat in the sauna silently wondering if being a cheerleader was worth the effort. Six years now, thru high school and college she had been doing the cheerleader routine. It would only be two more years then she'd be a newscaster if things worked out right. She left the sauna, showered and put on a tee shirt and panties, then slipped on a pink nylon warm up suit. He watched her ge in her car and drive off, then he went home, "See you later bitch." he thought...
"Come on bitch." he said quietly as he sat outside her apartment. Each Friday night she had gone to a local bar where students hung out. She ate appetizers and drank tequila shooters with her gal pals. One Friday he followed her in and walked past where she was sitting and glanced down at her. The freckles on her neck flowed into her cleavage, he left, and at home whacked off cursing the tease the whole time. This nught Amy wore a red top and black skirt. He watched as she drove away. He grabbed his bag, walked around the back to her patio and popped her sliding glaas door with ease. He walked thru the small apartment to her bedroom and slipped his bag under the bed. While waiting he found her bras, "34c not bad, looks bigger." he thought. He stepped into the closet when he heard the front door open. He listened as she walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. Amy walked down the hall to her bedroom. He watched her slip off her blouse and skirt then remove her bra.
She put on a large tee shirt and turned to walk out. WHAP! the bag of coins caught her square on the back of her head. She fell, out cold, no sound, she didn't even feel the blow. He picked her up and placed her face down on the bed. He pulled some speaker wire a gag and a roll of duct tape from the bag. First he crossed and tied her wrists to the headboad then he flipped her over. The brunette he raped some months earlier had chewed the foam ball he gagged her with. So after removing it he wrapped it with duct tape making a cylender out of it. Out of each end foam was exposed that would soak up drool. With one hand he worked Amys' mouth open. One end of the gag went into her right cheek, the other her left. He then wrapped tape around her head, tight, sealing the lower third of her face. He flipped her back on her belly and jerked an ankle to the side had tied it with wire to a mattress handle. After securing the other ankle he raised her up and stacked two pillows under her stomach. Now she was tied gagged and ready. He patted her panty covered ass and looked at her, his cock was rock hard, she'd be the best yet. He would wait, ransack her apartment, then when she was awake he would rape her thru the night...
He searched her apartment, opening drawers, cabinets and closets. He picked up her purse and put the things he wanted in it- jewelry, rent money she stashed in a kitchen drawer, and her address book, he might visit another cheerleader or two. The pain in Amys' head brought her around. Her eyelids fluttered open and she grunted. She screamed when she saw her wrists tied over her head and started to squirm and twist. She let out another muffled scream of frustration and terror then lowered her head, tears dripped onto the sheet under her. When she tasted the vile gag in her mouth her stomach started to turn over. She swallowed the spit that had pooled in her mouth along with the bile in her throat. She forced herself to not vomit. He dropped her purse by the back door and walked to the bedroom.
"Good your awake bitch, we can start now. Amy raised her head and begged with her eyes. moaning noise escaped her packed mouth." He sat on the side of the bed, Amy shook her head and cried as he ran his hands up her legs to her butt. She cried harder as he sliced off her panties, then she screamed as her shirt was ripped up the back. Sobbing she felt the ruined shirt pushed up her arms to her wrists. Amy wept as she felt a hand between her legs. He slipped one then a second finger inside her cunt. Gently he moved his fingers "Come on sweetness." he cooed," Moisten up for me."
Amy groaned then jerked when he found her clit. Crying she felt her body start to betray her. "Cry all you want slut, if it makes you feel better. Your cunt is getting wet, you love it, don't you?" Amy screamed and shook her head. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. She watched him strip then closed her eyes as he got on the bed between her legs. Amy grunted as he shoved his cock into her pussy, "Tight warm and wet a great cunt." he said. Then twenty hard brutal strokes later he froze and emptied his balls into her. Sobbing, Amy felt the hot goo fill her up. When he pulled out, his cum mixed with her fluids leaked out of her and pooled between her tied open legs. He patted her ass and said "That was just a get to know you fuck, the real fun will start in a hour." She screamed as let the room....
She stopped twisting and turning, the wire bit deeper into her wrists. Amy wailed into the foul tasting gag in her mouth, then watched him enter her bedroom. He jerked the pillows from under her belly, then cut her ankles free. "Turn over." he said. Smack! his hand came down on her right butt cheek. "TURN NOW YOU CUNT!" he yelled. SMACK! another blow to her ass and she flipped over. "Legs apart." Amy opened her legs a little. "All the way you stupid cheerleader, split for me." Crying she moved her feet out and up, forming a upside down T. He tied her ankles to the mattress handles then climbed between her legs. As she groaned and gasped he ran his hands over the insides of her legs. He ran his fingers along the edges of the thin stripe of thick red hair over her pussy. "Nice bikini line." he whispered. Amys' face reddened as he moved his hands up her sides. She jerked to her left and squealed when his fingers ran up her right armpit. She jerked the other way when he stroked her left armpit. "Nice and smooth, not a bit of stubble." Ticklish?"
He worked her from side to side enjoying her mewling protests. When he finished tickling her she was crying and gasping. She thought of how her best friend Jordan had talked her into going to the laser treatment center. First they had thier underarm hair removed, then a month later they had their pubic hair reduced, Amys' to a thin rectangle, Jordan's' to small triangle. Now for the first time she regretted it. She returned to reality when she felt him enter her. He slowly shoved in and out raping her with slow steady strokes. Amy grunted each time he pushed into her. For twenty minutes he slow fucked her, until he froze and emptied his balls once again inside her. He pulled out and laid there, his mouth finding one tit then the other. Ahter sucking and biting her nipples to hardness he got of Amy and walked to her living room, she heard the TV volume rise. Amy looked at the ceiling and wondered, when, when would it end...
The morning sun shining thru the glass doors was warm on his face as he slept on her sofa. Slowly he woke, stretching and yawning. The vcr clock said it was 8AM. He walked down the hall to the bedroom. Amy was still tied to the bed, legs wide open, but a large wet spot was between her legs. Her bladder had let go during the night. "That's ok." he said climbing between her legs," Happens sometimes." Red faced she looked at him as he slipped his cock into her getting a nice groan in return. He fucked her hard for a half hour, finally pulling out and moving up to spew on her face. The thick globs of go ran down her face onto the sheet under her.
"Nothing like pussy in the morning." he quipped as he left her there crying quietly. Sitting in her kitchen he sipped his second cup of coffee. He was startled by a knock on the door. He walked over and looked thru the peephole. "Wow" he thought at the sight of a young brunette. He went to the bedroom grabbed his bag and knife and went to the door. Jordan fumbled for her key ring, then using the key Amy gave her opened the dead bolt. He stood behind the door waiting as she opened it. "Hello." she said "I'm early." As she stepped in he shoved the door closed and was on her. Jordan found herself pinned against the wall a hand clamped on her mouth, a blade under her chin. "Do what your told or die." She closed her eyes and nodded. "Drop the purse." Jordan slipped it off her shoulder to the floor. He took his hand away from her mouth. "Please don't hurt me I'll do what you want." "Stand still, bitch." He moved back. "Hands behind you ,NOW!" Jordan crossed her wrist and then started to babble when he tied them. "Please, oh God no not tight, please Amy what did you do god it hurts Amy where."
He cut her off by jerking the hair on the back of her head . 'Open wide, you stupid bitch," "No please I'll keep quiet please." He pulled harder. She cried out then opened her mouth. Jordan grunted a loud MMMMPPHHHFFHH as her mouth was stuffed with a washcloth. He wrapped tape around her head as he had done to Amy. Then he stood back and looked at the terrified coed. Jordan stood trembling, five foot five, one hundred ten pounds, a curvy 34D-24-34. She wore a pale blue tank top, cut off denim shorts and white tennis shoes and ankle socks. "Want to see your friend?" he asked. Jordan nodded her head. He grabbed her right upper arm and took her down the hall. Jordan screamed when she saw Amy. Tied to the bed her legs wide open, Jordan couldn't believe her eyes. Amy raised her head, garbled noises escaped her gag. he grabbed Jordan by her hair and said "Let's go get better acquainted." Jordan screamed as she was dragged out. Amy cried for her friend but also because her legs were cramping from being open for so long. He stood Jordan by the sofa and brought out his knife. "Ok cunt, let's unwrap you." Jordan screamed as her tank top was sliced off....
Jordan stood still as her tank top way cut away and dropped on the floor. She closed her eyes and whimpered as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. He ran his hand over the tops of her breasts and watched her suck her stomach back. He cut the bra straps and as Jordan shifted her weight from foot to foot, cut the material between her bra cups. The ruined bra fell to the floor and her grapefruit sized breasts jiggled then settled on her chest. She groaned and a tear leaked from her left eye as he lifted and squeezed one tit then the other. "Great jugs, bitch." he whispered, "Your more stacked than that redheaded whore." Her dark pink nipples hardened at his touch. She twisted and squirmed as he unbuttoned her denim shorts. Jordan whimpered as she felt his hand slip into her panties, over the small triangle of hair and onto her pussy. She gasped when he shoved two fingers inside her. Slowly in and out her worked his fingers, Jordan shook her head and cried groaning, "NUGHUHHHH." Jordan opened her eyes then screamed, "NUHEEUH NUEEEUH!" when he renmoved his hand and jerked her shorts and panties down her legs to her feet. He removed her shoes and socks then her panties and shorts.
Naked, tied and gagged, Jordan begged with her eyes as he looked her up and down. Unlike her pale skinned friend, Jordan had a nice medium tan, except for the triangles of white where her bikini covered her. "Nice tan lines." he said running his fingers along her waist. Her face flushed red. He turned her around to face the sofa. "Bend over, bitch." he said pushing her between her shoulder blades. With tears running down her cheeks she bent over and waited. "Open up." he hissed and kicked her feet. She spread her legs and sobbed as her ankles were tied to the feet of the sofa. "Don't go away ." he said patting her upturned ass. He left her there crying and went to the bedroom.
He cut Amys' legs free, she groaned as she slowly closed her legs. He cut her wrists free, flipped her over and retied her wrists behind her. "UP CUNT!" he barked. She stood on shaking legs and was dragged into the living room. He sat her in a chair facing the sofa and retied her crossed ankles. From where Amy was sitting she could see the top half of Jordan's' bent over body, her head resting on the sofa cushion. She watched him walk behind Jordan and put his hands on her ass. SMACK! his hand hit her right butt cheek. Jordan screamed and raised her head. Jordan's' eyes locked on Amys' eyes as she was spanked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! her ass turned crimson. She blubbered, tears poured down her cheeks. Amy sat staring horrified at the sight. Her best friend was to be spanked and raped in front of her. Jordan screamed "NUH! NUH! NUH!" and shook her head as her ass cheeks were opened. She howled as his cock speared her anal ring then she blacked out. Amy closed her eyes but couldn't escape the groaning noise of the rapist or the creaking of the sofa.... |
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