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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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It was almost closing time, and I couldn’t wait for it to get here already. I hated working in the plus-sized section of a large department store. I hated the long hours of standing up all day. I hated being hassled by fat women who came in and demanded that I find something that would make them look thin. I hated the looks those fat women’s husbands gave me while I helped their wives, looks that gave me the creeps as they looked over my 34C-26-34 body like a pack of wolves.
“Well,” I sighed to myself as the warning bell sounded and I began to close the register, “it’s only for the summer, and I sure need the money for college in the fall.” I couldn’t wait to get back to college and get the hell out of this department store, that was for sure, but until then I’d just have to go home and take a nice, long bath. Maybe that would help the pounding headache that was starting right behind my left eye.
I waved goodbye to the ladies I worked with and walked out toward my car in the dark parking lot. At least it wasn’t my turn to close up the store tonight, I thought with a small smile, as I searched for my car. The workers always had to park far away from the store so we wouldn’t take up valuable close parking for the fat ladies who waddled into the store. Ugh. The parking lot at this time of night always freaked me out a little bit, but I figured that I was safe.
I reached down to unlock my car’s door, then realized that I had left the door unlocked. I was a bit absentminded lately, and I mentally berated myself for doing such a stupid thing. I looked around nervously, but there was no one around. I got into my car and quickly locked the doors behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief and started up the old car, only to feel something cold and sharp pressing against my neck as I flipped the headlights on.
“Now, you be quiet or I’ll split you from ear to ear, understand?” I heard a deep voice whisper behind me, his foul breath brushing against my ear.
“Just take my car, please, I’ll give you all my money, I don’t have much, pl-” I began blubbering as I felt the cold steel of the knife against my tender neck.
“Shut up!” The man yelled from the back seat, pressing the knife against my throat even harder. I felt the end of the knife catch my neck and I felt a warm trickle of blood ooze from the wound and trace its way down my throat. “Now, little girl, drive.”
Mutely, I put my car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. He gave me instructions on the way – turn right here, keep going straight, turn left up here. I felt like I was on auto-pilot. I refused to acknowledge what was happening to me. I was sure this man was going to take me out into the woods surrounding the town and kill me. My fears seemed to be confirmed as the houses grew sparser and sparser, and the trees became thicker and thicker. Finally, he ordered me to turn down a dirt road that appeared virtually out of nowhere. This is it, I thought to myself, he’s going to kill me right here and no one will ever find me.
The dirt road came to a dead end, and the man in the back seat ordered me to stop my car. I shut off the engine and turned off the lights. “Turn the damned lights back on!” He rasped in my ear, “I wanna see what I’m doin’ to ya.” I flipped the lights back on, my battery light flicking on and off. “Now get out of the car, and if you run, I swear I’ll hunt ya down and kill ya.”
My hands were shaking as I opened the door. I didn’t try to run. I needed to be level-headed and see to it that I survived whatever he had in store for me. It was only then that I saw the man’s face. I didn’t recognize him. He was probably 6’2”, 230 pounds, and black. He was probably around 30, maybe a little bit older, but he couldn’t be past 40. He stared at me in the glare of the headlights. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice deep and dark. I inched my forward until I was standing about two feet from him.
He looked my shivering body up and down, then up and down again, finally resting his eyes on my tits. “Take of yer shirt,” he muttered, his eyes still fixed on my breasts. My fingers were shaking so badly, I almost couldn’t undo the buttons, but I managed to undo five of them and then lift the shirt over my head, revealing my black lacy bra. “Now yer bra,” he murmured, stepping a little closer to me. I felt tears running down my cheeks as I complied with his request, springing my tits free. My nipples instantly hardened in the cold air, and I was shaking even more. He smiled.
“Now take off yer skirt and panties,” he mumbled, stepping closer to me again. I slid my skirt down along with my black thongs, revealing my pussy and nicely rounded ass for his viewing. “What do ya know,” he laughed, “yer a natural blonde.”
I blushed from the roots of my hair down my throat, shivering in only my thigh-high pantyhose and clogs. “Get on yer knees,” the black man said, unzipping his jeans to reveal his huge black penis. It was already semi-erect and about eight inches long. I stood there, looking at his dick and then at him, realizing for the first time what was going to happen. The black man scowled at me. “Either get down here on your knees or you’ll regret it, bitch.”
Reluctantly, I hit my knees in front of his thick cock. The ground was littered with beer cans, bottles, and paper, obviously a party hang out for teenagers. I took his dick in my one hand, realizing that my first estimate was way off and he was probably at least 10 inches long and three inches wide. I opened up my mouth just a little bit and touched my cock with my tongue, instantly wanting to spit. He grabbed my blonde hair and roughly shoved his cock down my mouth into my throat. I began to gag and writhe as he pushed his tool farther and farther down my throat, his cock scraping my esophagus raw and flattening my nose with each thrust. I gasped for air, trying to pull away from him, but he continued to pump his dick into my throat. Just when I thought I would pass out from the onslaught, he withdrew his penis from my mouth. I collapsed onto the ground, paying no mind to the bottles and rocks that scraped against my back, gagging and trying to breathe.
The black man took this opportunity to situate himself between my flailing legs and slid his cock up against my pussy. I could feel his massive organ pressing against my tiny fuckhole and I began to scream inbetween my gasps for air. His large black hands grasped my heaving tits as he began to slide into my pussy, his nails grinding into my tender flesh as he shoved that monster into my tiny twat. I was definitely not a virgin, but I had never fucked a guy this big before in my life! “Oh GOD,” I managed to choke out, “please stop!” The black man only smiled at me as he continued to slide his dick into my little pussy. I felt my pussy muscles stretching to accommodate his massive size, and finally he sank into my twat with another thrust of his hips.
He began to grind his cock into my abused fuckhole, groaning once in a while, his hands mauling my tender tits, bruising them with his hands squeezing and pawing my flesh. I can’t even remember how many times I screamed, even as my pussy adjusted to his dick, as I watched in horror as his hands continued to terrorize my boobs. He used his cock like a battering ram, punching my cervix with his tool with each thrust. Finally, he reared back and thrust deep inside of my pussy again, moaning as he shot his cum deep inside my raped hole. I cried as he pulled out his shrinking black member, a few dribbles of cum falling to the ground beneath me.
The black man grinned at me. “That was sure a tight pussy, Blondie, but I loosened it up for you a bit. You need to fuck more black dudes.” He laughed, getting up on his knees and looking at my sprawled body. “Now open up wide sweetheart,” he growled, something glinting in his hand. I was too terrified to try and resist at first, thinking it was the knife that he was going to stick up my abused pussy. I felt something cold and hard being pressed into my snatch, and I soon realized that he had p icked up a glass beer bottle from the ground and was shoving it into my twat. I screamed as he forced apart my battered pussy lips with the bottle as he continued to shove it inside of me. I heard a wet sucking sound as he forced the bottle into my twat, and I looked down to see that most of the dirty bottle had disappeared into my cunt. He began to pump the bottle in and out as I sobbed and screamed from the pain of being spread so far, his dick getting hard again before my eyes. Whenever I tried to close my eyes to the sight, he forced me to open them again so I could watch him torture me with the bottle. Finally, he drew the bottle from my cunt and ordered me to turn over onto my stomach.
I felt him get inbetween my legs again, but this time his rigid cock nosed up against my puckered asshole. He scooped some of the cum from my pussy and rubbed it against the head of his dick, then began to force open my tiny little hole. I screamed as his head managed to squeeze into my ass, feeling as if I was being torn apart by his massive black cock. He thrust again and again, my screams echoing in the still night. I felt each vein of his cock rubbing against my tender colon, my asshole being stretched out to accommodate his pole. I felt my asshole beginning to rip and tear as he continued thrusting into me, my sobs and screams becoming one large moan. He finally sank all the way into my bowels with a wet ripping noise. His balls slapped against my swollen pussy as he thrust in and out of my ass, his hands holding my hips to the ground. I scraped the ground with my nails, moaning from the pain of having my ass ripped open by his big black cock, unable to take the pain and he continued his thrusts with his rock hard tool. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more abuse, I felt him spurt his cum deep into my bowels.
Withdrawing his dick, he slapped my asscheek and laughed as he saw my violated holes dripping with his cum. I felt the bottle being pressed against my asshole, coated with my pussy juices and his cum. I let out a few mewling noises as he shoved the bottle deep into my ass until the glass bottle was completely swallowed up by my gaping asshole. He pulled me up to my feet. I could barely stand after the abuse I had taken, and he shoved me in the general direction of my car. “Leave your clothes here,” he growled, “and get in the fucking car.” I meekly obeyed him, sliding into the driver’s seat with the bottle still up my ass.
“Now,” he murmured, getting into my car and sitting in the passenger’s seat beside me, “drive back to the mall.”
I did as I was told, the glass bottle in my ass jarring with each bump in the road. I could feel the emblem stamped on the side of the bottle rubbing my colon raw with each bump, but I bit my tongue, afraid to anger this man. We finally reached the mall parking lot. I pulled into the lot and turned my car off again. “Now,” he whispered, unzipping his pants, “I want you to climb on my dick and fuck me.”
I was humiliated, but I did as I was told. I straddled his hips, positioning my hips over his cock, and slid him inside of me. I yelped as his dick rubbed against the bottle in my asshole and as his dick smacked against my bruised cervix. I began bouncing up and down on his fuckpole, letting out a small scream as his dick glided against the bottle in my ass, my pussy feeling incredibly tight against his cock. He lowered his lips to my neck and began biting into my flesh, drawing blood. Tears were flowing down my face as I felt him cum into my raped twat once more. “Now,” he managed to whisper, his cock still inside of me, “push that bottle out of your ass.”
I tried to relax my muscles as much as possible, then grunted as I began pushing with all my might against the bottle in my ass. His hands pulled my asscheeks apart as I moaned and screamed, all the while trying to push the bottle out. I felt a corner slide out of my ass, and then the entire bottom of the bottle was out. I continued to push, grunting and groaning as I felt my violated asshole stretch almost beyond its limits, trying to get that damned bottle out. Finally, the bottle snapped out of my ass and landed on the floor of my car with a loud THUNK. The black man pushed me off of his lap, zipped up his pants, and got out of the car.
“Thanks, Blondie,” he snickered as he shut the car door, walking away into the night. I watched him leave, my ass throbbing, the bottle glistening on the floor in the pale moonlight. |
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