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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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Virginia hated her body. She was a big woman, with hips and curves who saw her self as fat. She tried to lose weight, but it never was as easy as all those commercials made it. At times she felt ugly and undesirable.
Not that she was a slob; she dressed nice and practical. She would never let herself fall that far. She just was not happy with her body and felt that no one would ever find her attractive.
Especially to the Man who was waiting inside her home to rape her.
The Man had spotted Virginia at the market and was totally taken by her. He had always like big ladies, and Virginia was one of the sexiest he had seen.
He stalked her for a few days and timed her coming home. He easily broke into her house and grabbed as she locked the door. Hand over her mouth, a knife to her throat, he pulled her close to him and kissed her neck. Her scent wafted over him and his cock hardened immediately.
"Be good and I won't hurt you. Nod your head if you understand." He whispered in her ear, tongue licking her ear lobe.
A terrorized Virginia nodded. The Man dragged her into her bedroom. He released her and stood before her, knife in front of him.
"Strip, Virginia," he ordered.
"No, please. You don't want me. Just leave, please." Virginia stared at the knife, to scared to move.
"Of course I want you. Now take off your clothes or I will get angry."
Crying, Virginia undressed. She watched his face as she exposed herself to him. She could see the excitement on his face as her blouse and bra came off. He actually was stroking himself as she took off her slacks and panties.
"Lay on the bed, Virginia."
"Oh God don't rape me. I 'm not worth it." Virginia began to sob.
The Man walked to her and wrapped his arms around Virginia from behind. He kissed her neck and mauled her breasts.
"Why do you say that, My Virginia."
"I am fat."
"I like big girls."
"I am ugly."
The Man pulled Virginia to the bed. He pushed her down on it and mounted her. He slowly drove his cock into Virginia's tight pussy. Virginia cried out in pain, shame and…pleasure.
"You are not ugly. I would not want to take you if you were ugly."
The Man raped Virginia with slow strokes. Virginia lay back and accepted her rapist, hoping this would bring this horror to an end.
Virginia cried out when the Man began to play with her clit as he pumped in and out of her. She felt a heat spread across her body that she had not felt in years.
"Oh God. Don't make me cum. Don't do this…AHHH!"
Virginia arched her back and cried out as her body submitted to her rapist. She had cum for her rapist. Her shame increased has the Man put his hand over mouth, thrust several hard strokes into her and filled her with his semen. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
The Man rolled off of Virginia and lay next to her. He stroked her hair and kissed her.
"See, you are not ugly. That was very nice, Virginia." The Man leaned down and sucked her nipples.
"Please go now. You got what you wanted. Leave me be." Virginia lay there, helpless to her rapist's touch. Her nipples were so sensitive.
"But you are so beautiful."
"Stop saying that," said Virginia. "Please leave."
The Man looked down at Virginia.
"You still doubt your beauty?"
Virginia said nothing. She lay on the bed, head turned away from her rapist.
The Man grabbed Virginia's face. He looked into her eyes.
"Answer me."
"Yes," said Virginia, meekly.
The Man pulled Virginia off the bed. He pulled her toward her closet.
"Dress up for me: pantyhose, dress, heels. I will prove how beautiful you are. MOVE!"
Virginia again watched her rapist stroke himself as she slid on tan pantyhose. She put on a bra and slid on a black dress that ended above her knees. She put on her black pumps. The shoes were tight: she had not had a reason to wear them for a long while.
The Man turned Virginia toward the dresser mirror.
"See how pretty you are. How sexy."
Virginia had to agree with her rapist. Except for the puffy eyes, from crying, she looked good.
Her eyes filled with more tears as the Man dragged Virginia back towards the bed.
"Please, no more. OH GOD…STOP."
The Man ignored her pleas. He pushed Virginia down on the bed, raised her skirt, ripped open the crotch of Virginia's pantyhose and pushed his hard cock into her. Virginia screamed.
"You are hurting me. "
The Man ignored Virginia's pleas, put her legs over his shoulders and raped Virginia hard and fast. Virginia was helpless.
That feeling of warmth returned and a humiliated Virginia came for her rapist again. She was sobbing as he put his hand over her mouth again and came inside her for a second time.
The Man lay next to her, panting.
"God you are so sexy, so irresistible. Your pussy is so tight. I am glad I decided to rape you."
Virginia lay there, her clothes rumpled, semen leaking down her leg. Please let this nightmare be over, she thought.
The Man undressed Virginia and put her clothes in a gear bag. Virginia endured it, cooperating when he asked her to move. She was soon naked again and at the mercy of her rapist.
"Let's take a shower, My Virginia."
The Man took Virginia by the hand and took her to the bathroom. He had Virginia start the shower and, when it was warm enough, pulled her inside with him.
He washed her body, taking time to explore her body with her body sponge. Virginia let him do what he wanted to her. It had been a long time since a man washed her. Part of her enjoyed the attention.
The Man kissed her. "Kneel in front of me."
Virginia obeyed. She knew what was next. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked. If she was going to be forced to do it, might as well do it right.
She sucked up his member, fingers tickling his testicles. She enjoyed his cry of pleasure. Another sound lacking in her life.
The Man pulled back. Virginia could see the desire in his eyes. Desire for her. Yes this man had violated her, but he had wanted her. It felt good.
The Man had Virginia bend over. Virginia obeyed and cried out as he entered her ass. It hurt, but he was gentle. Fingers rubbing her clit as he moved in and out of her ass.
Virginia came just before her rapist filled her ass with his cum. She collapsed on to the shower floor, letting the warm water mix with the heat from her orgasm.
She looked up in time to see her rapist leaving. She tried to follow, slipped, and caught herself. By the time she made it out of the bathroom, he was gone.
She sat on the bed and cried. He'd left her. He did not want her after all.
Her tears fell on a note on the floor. She picked it up. It was damp from her tears and wet hands, but readable:
Virginia,
Thank you for letting me rape your sexy body. I would like to return. Leave a message on my cell.
Your Rapist Lover.
PS Leave your backdoor open.
Virginia called the number on the bottom of the paper and begged for him to come back. It was wrong, but right in her mind. Her rapist was the ego boost she had needed all this time.
As she walked to unlock the backdoor, a hand was clamped over her mouth.
"I missed you, too," whispered her Rapist in her ear. |
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