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| TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
| Just another bitch, you know? No biggie, I do this all the time, almost every weekend. Find some dumb bitch, drag her into the van, or into some bushes, and fuck her. Hard, over and over. And hey, fuck you, it's good fun-find me something else that much fun, that incredibly pleasurable, that I can do for free? If the silly whores didn't want it, they wouldn't be out where I can nail them. Stick that in your fucking pipe and smoke it. I'm an equal opportunity rapist. Every bitch has something to offer, something that makes them worth the effort. The thin, leggy whores are angry, indignant, like how dare I? I love that, love to beat it out of them, face fuck it out of them. Ram my cock up their pristine asses and make them bleed. The fat girls, the dumpy ones, they're great, too. Stunned, unable to believe that anyone would rape them. They're usually virgins, love to hear them squeal as I grind my tool in, tear them wide. The little high school prick teases, they're great-little bitches, strut around pretending they're putting out. Well, they put out for me-I keep them the longest, days sometimes, just fucking them over and over, in their mouths, in their asses, up those tight little cunts. Fucked an old one once. Funny, thought she'd be all loose and nasty, but she wasn't-tight as a drum. Fought like a wildcat, too. But I nailed her. Made the bitch cry. It was easy, she reminded my of my mother. Should have seen her face with my cum leaking out the sides of her mouth. I try to be creative, like taking chances. Raped a cheerleader at a game once-dragged her under the bleachers and ass-raped her while the crowd cheered right above us. My hand clapped over her mouth, my huge cock up her twitching ass. And yeah, it is huge-11 inches, a good three inches thick. Fucker was made to hurt. Who am I to get in its way? Little bitches hands scraping the wood floor, trying to get away, her feet drumming the floor with the pain. And the bucking-that's what makes virgins so much fun. They move. A lot. Like they can't help it, their backs arch, their hips buck and jerk, their tits dance. Sat on her little tits and fucked her face 'til I was hard again, then raped that virgin cunt of hers. Hey, no one dresses like that, short little skirts, flashing those panties, if they don't want it. Tied her, spread wide open, to a bleacher support when I was done. Imagine my surprise when the papers reported she'd been gang raped by a dozen boys. Guess the poor kids found her there and just couldn't help them. Makes me proud. Raped some little prick tease at the drive-in last summer. No, she wasn't my date. She was in another car, but I could hear her teasing, then refusing the poor slob she was with. Pimply faced kid, no balls. So I gave it to her while he was at the concession stand. Just climbed in, punched her in the face, then fucked her right there in the front seat. From behind, I laid on top and tore in while she squealed into the seat. Makes me hard just thinking of her squirming underneath me. Her face pushed into the upholstery, her hips jumping under me, her tight little pussy constricting, squeezing my tool. And the grunting, horrified scream as I filled her with my thick cum. Told her, too-told her how I'd just gotten her pregnant, how she was going to carry my bastard in her belly. Got out of there just in time-passed her boyfriend on my way back. I hope he fucked her, too. But my coup, my crowning achievement? A nun. Yeah, that's right, I fucked a nun, raped her good. Pretty thing, had no business being in that business anyway. I hang out by the homeless shelter sometimes, like making the men blow me. Like how humiliating it is for them, love to see them squeeze back the tears as they take my tool in their mouth for ten bucks. And I make them earn it, too, grab them by the hair and fuck their faces so hard their noses bleed. Emasculated shits. What kind of weak, stupid loser would suck cock for ten bucks? Anyway, the nun. Wasn't hard getting her to the van-just told her I had food and blankets for her homeless charges. She came out, pretty as you please. She wanted vows, no or me. Opened the back door, she leaned in, and I was on her. Didn't even bother closing the door, just hiked up the slut's habit and fucked her right there, bent over into the van. Was ripping into her virgin hole before she could say Sweet Mary Mother of God. And tight, oh, man. Wriggling, squirming under me, letting out these teary little squeals with every thrust. Did we attract attention? Sure, but no one made a move, except to ask for a piece. But I don't share-every hole is mine, I get first shot. After that, what do I care? Took almost two hours to do the Sister up right, spray my loads in every hole. Left her in the hands of her poor homeless folk. So much for charity, Sis. First time. When was the first time? I was fifteen. Already a big kid, 6 foot even, cock already huge. Didn't mean to rape her-Brian and I went in after practice to tell Ms. Manetti that she had a flat. She was such a whore, so pretty, so sexy, always teasing us. Got to her classroom and there was a gang of guys getting ready to fuck on her. Brian was so horrified. I was so turned on. Fucking bitch, squealing, cock in her mouth, another in her cunt while she squirmed and cried. When they finished, they gave Bri and I our turns. Bri, wimp, went for her cum soaked pussy, but not me-all of me, straight up her asshole. I can still hear her screaming my name, "JOSHHHH, ah, GOD, it HURTS, Josh, P-P-PLEASE!" Oh, yeah. I miss that, you know-hearing some cunt scream my name while I slam into her. We kept her there all night, just fucking her, ramming into her, cumming in her, on her. I'd never thought of rape before that. I never think of anything else now. Every apartment I move into is chosen for the hunting potential, every job chosen for the female co-workers and their accessibility. Thanks, Ms. Manetti. Would love to give you a big, stiff show of appreciation. If I ever find you, whore, going to show you how a MAN does it. I was just a boy then. My first independent rape. Brian's mom. I was sleeping over, we'd been talking about Ms. Manetti. He was saying how sorry he was, how bad he felt. I'm just nodding, yeah, man, I know, isn't it awful. But I'm getting' hot. Oh, damn, I'm getting hot. And hard, huge, swollen. Brian finally whines himself to sleep, and I go to the next room-his mom's room. She's asleep on her belly, little silk nigh tie hiked up, her legs bare. No art to it-art's a waste of time, I knew that even then. I just pounced, hit her with my full 190 lbs. Pillow over her fucking head before she even knew what was going on. I never said a word, just yanked up the nigh tie, tore off those panties, and jammed my cock up her twat. Full weight on her, slamming into her, one hand holding the pillow, the other under her, pinching, digging into her tits. I could hear her sobbing, screaming, grunting with the force of my thrusts. Ramming into her, faster and faster, then exploding, wave after wave of my hot spunk in her cunt. Filled the bitch well. And then I ran, dashed back into Bri's room, crawled into bed. I could hear her stumbling, crying. I was scared, heart racing, sure she would call the cops. But then I heard the shower, and knew the bitch loved it. She wasn't going to narc me out. Next morning she makes breakfast-can you believe that? Sitting there, red eyed over scrambled eggs. Talk about triumph. I was hooked. First bitch I didn't know? Tiny little oriental whore working at 7-11. Alone, 2 am. I went in to buy a pack of smokes, then went outside, waited. Followed her home when her shift ended. Grabbed her in her own garage. Oh, she was so small! Wrapped my hand over her mouth and lifted her off the floor, slammed her belly down onto the hood of her car. Her little legs kicking wildly, her hands pulling at my arm, trying to free her mouth, trying to scream. Yanking her pants down, then her panties-white lace thongs, pulled down just far enough for me to fuck her. Forcing my knee between her legs, pushing them apart. Pulling my cock out, pressing, poking, then slamming home as she squealed behind my hand. I could hear her husband, her kids in the kitchen, just a few feet away. Fucked her so hard the car shook. Her grunting and crying, muffled, was incredible. Her hands scraping, searching for anything to use to get me off her, out of her. She managed to grab a windshield wiper, pull it off, tried to hit me with it. Stupid bitch. Yanked it from her hand and fucked her all the harder for it. Exploded inside her, ah, fuck, she was good. And she moaned as my spunk filled her, came running down her little thighs. And then I taught the bitch a lesson-ass fucked her with the wiper. Made the slut bleed. Then fucked her face 'til I was hard again, wiper still sticking out of her ass. Then dragged her back up and threw her on her back across the hood, jammed those sweet, cum soaked panties into her mouth. Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her cunt again, broke that wiper off in her ass with the first plunge. She wasn't even trying to scream anymore, just whining, moaning, grunting with pain as I plundered her, slammed into her with such force she'd gasp with it. Her eyes open wide, stunned, agonized. Damn, she was sweet. Still planning on paying her another visit. Soon. That isn't even half of them, but those are the ones that stand out. And now? Pregnant whore walking alone in the park across the street. Shitty neighbourhood. She does it every night, like she thinks that big belly will protect her somehow. God, I can taste her, she's just perfect. Stupid doe eyes, big baby filled belly, her tits all huge and milky. So what do you think? Should I just fuck her right there on the path? Drag her into the bushes and take her like a dog? Tie her to a tree and fill her up, leaving her for the others who will surely come along? Or force her into my van, tie her up right, spread wide, helpless? Hmmm . . . Raped a bitch in the movie theatre once. She came in late, I was sitting in back. Grabbed her as she walked by in the dark, no one noticed. Hand over her mouth, my dick was already out and stiff, waiting. Tore her panties and forced her down on my dick, all 11 inches up her ass as she struggled, writhed on it, fucked me good. Her little legs kicking in vain, her ass clenching, twitching around my meat. She spent most of the movie impaled on my cock, moaning through my hand. I came three times, filling her ass with my jizz. Never pulled out, just let her ass's twitching get me hard again-she got too still I'd reach up and pinch, pull on her nipples, make her jump and squirm on my meat. Thank God for Dolby surround-no one heard a thing. 'Cept me. I heard her, oh, yeah. Felt her tears on my hand, her spit bubbling around the edges as she cried. Left her bleeding on the floor, her little skirt hiked up, showing her pretty, torn ass. Anyway, the pregnant slut. Going to pull her into the van. Yeah. Just the idea of her tied, elbows together behind her back, under her, legs pulled up and back, tied to the hooks in either wall. Wide open. Ass and cunt pointing up, waiting for my meat, pregnant belly poking up. Yeah. And, oh, she's going to squeal, going to whine that, gosh, she's pregnant, please . . . yeah, should have thought about that before, bitch. Before you teased me. Too late now. Which hole first? Wonder if I could jam my tool down her throat, choke her with it while I fist her. Trying to work out the logistics here. Well, if nothing else I could fill her throat while I fuck her with . . . flashlight. Yeah, my big-ass , long handle flashlight. Plunge that fucker into her twat over and over while she screams around my dick. Fill her mouth with my spunk, feel her struggle to swallow, hear her gag, then pull out in time to splash her face, too. Love to see the humiliation that creates-big eyes looking up, strings of my cum hanging, sticking to her cheeks, her chin. Then hurt her a little, make her scream me hard again. Nothing gets me stiff like a whore squealing in pain. And then I'll fuck her ass. Watch that pregnant belly of hers jump while I slam my meat in, tear her asshole wide. I'll bite her tits, taste milk while I rape her bowels. Fill her with my hot jizz. Then rape her mouth again, get me hard one more time so I can fuck that pussy of hers, shake her, make her scream as I pound my cock into her. And then? Well, we'll take a drive, and maybe I'll decide I want to do it all over again. Love driving around with a bitch strung up in the back, spread wide and dripping with my cum. I smile at people, wave. Makes me hot. Makes me want to fuck them all over again. And again. Yeah, that's the ticket. |
| TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
| It’s been like six months since I raped Jenna. God, time sure does fly when you’re having fun. Ever since that night I made some new Internet friends. I told the truth about myself to some of them, but not the whole truth in the cases of potential victims. Why do they need to know my real name? But then again, I’ll be careful enough to get people who won’t talk, won’t tell anyone about me attacking them. I got a large selection of victims and I’ll know them inside-out (no pun intended) before I fuck them. Anyway, since Jenna’s rape I got to meet and fuck some more of my Internet women, when in most cases it was non-consensual. Jenna didn’t give me too much trouble. She didn’t want to talk about it, she just said that she forgives me (???) and that she promises not to tell anyone. All she said is that I should seek help and that she hopes I won’t hurt anyone like that again. When writing back to her, I played the part of the ‘good-boy-turned-bad’ just right, and she believed I was sorry. Yeah, right! That rape was the best thing that ever happened to me. It really boosted up my self-esteem. I started exercising more, I got better focus in my schoolwork, while at the same time I took a more relaxed approach on life. It’s amazing how easy it is to better yourself. Just smile at the world and the world would smile back at you. Act like a god, and you shall become one. I know it’s a little arrogant, but when you rape women of every ethnicity and social-economic status throughout the United States without getting caught, it boosts up your self worth. Sex is amazing, no matter if it’s consensual or not. Like with this one girl, Dana. I’ve been talking to her online for about 8 months online. I met her about 3 months after I started my rape series. She was working at this bar, and loved doing it in there after closing time. She’s been wanting to get me in there for a long while. I decided that it won’t be so bad if a slut like that got a little roughed up. Girls like her practically ask for it. She was about 5’8 or 5’9. Not the most attractive face, but goddamn, what a body. It wasn’t a problem to get laid with a body like that (and I’ve seen her nude pics). She had a long dark curly hair that went all the way to her back, and little brown eyes that just begged for sex. As I said, we talked and cybered for about 8 months, and by the time I got to her home town, and notified her I’m there through the messenger service, we both got so horny that she just begged me to meet her and fuck her brains out. We decided to meet at a street corner not far from my motel, and just head down to the pub. I got out of the motel at about 1am and started heading to the meeting point. It was pouring, windy and freezing cold. Oh, well, at least I was to warm myself up pretty soon. Through the raindrops I could see a tall figure standing in the street corner, covered with a big blue coat. She saw me approaching her and took the cape of her head as I got to her. I could see her face, her wet curly hair. It was her all right, in the flesh. She smiled as she saw my frustrated expression (you try walking around in THAT rain with just a thin jacket before you pass judgement) as the fucking rain soaked me up. “Tom!” She said with a smile. “Hey, Dana! Nice weather you got here.” “Oh, I see I got you wet.” “Yeah.” “Maybe it’s time for you to get me wet.” She said. Can you believe she said that? And people say I have lame lines. Then again, it was enough to make me hard even in that whether. Dana, who was slightly taller than me, leaned down and kissed me, grabbing the back of my head. I kissed her back, stroking her head. I soon felt her other hand slide down and grab on my cock, catching me by surprise. I shook a little as she broke the kiss and stared at me with a hungry look. “Eager boy, aren’t you? Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes, baby.” She took my hand and started leading me towards the pub. As we got there she took a key out of her coat and opened the back door. “Welcome to my humble home!” She said as she threw the coat on one of the chairs, revealing a black sweater, which fit her slim figure perfectly. I just couldn’t stop staring at that figure, at those tits. God, she was hot! She sat down on a table with her legs wide open. “I like being here at nights.” “Yeah, you told me all about your hobbies.” “You’re cute.” “Thanks.” “Do you want to touch my tits?” “Um, excuse me?” “Do you want to touch my tits?” Damn, this girl was horny! I smiled. “Yeah, sure. If you insist.” I started walking towards her. I would love to feel her breasts, check out the merchandise before buying. Not that it mattered. I was to fuck her anyway, and it will hurt her, I swear to god! “Or do you just wanna fuck?” She said as I reached for her right breast with my left hand. “Wanna do it on the table?” I asked. She started moaning as I massaged her breast. “Mmm… oh… no… not here.” She grabbed my hand , grabbed my face, and shoved me towards the Men’s room. There were two uriners and two toilets. There was enough room on the floor to do it, but I really didn’t want to do it. That’s quite disgusting. She shoved me against the wall and started kissing me. “Do you love me?” She asked in between kisses. “You bet, baby. I adore you!” I put my hands on her butt and squeezed. “You like it rough, baby?” I asked in between kisses. “Yes. Make it rough. Do it.” That was the time to test her limits. I swung my hand in the air and slapped across the bitch’s face. “You like that, bitch? You like it?” She looked at me, smiling with lust, and slapped me back. “Not rough enough, bitch.” She said. I was in shock. How far will she be willing to go? How the fuck am I gonna rape a girl who can’t say no? Should I just stick with raping the good girls? No, bad girls deserve it more. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her towards the mirror at the sinks. She put her hands at the sink as if I was about to frisk her. I took down her pants to discover she wore black stockings underneath. “Very nice!” I said. “Oh, I’m very nice, Tommy. Are you nice too?” “I’ll show you how much.” I said as I took off her stockings. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. Just her sexy white ass. I lifted her up a bit with my hand between her legs. She moaned. I tried to insert my cock into her from behind while holding her. “Come on, fuck me!” she said. I shoved my cock into her pussy, knowing exactly what I’m about to do next. I pinned her into the fucking sink. I just slammed myself into her with anger, with hate. She loved every second of it. Through the mirror I could see her face. She was snapping her head back, swinging her hair, closing her eyes, opening her mouth with loud moans of pleasure. And then I saw my face. It was the familiar anger. I knew I had to dislodge it somehow. I kept on fucking her. I wasn’t sure if she was about to cum, but I knew I was. I slowly got out of her, not wanting to pleasure her all the way. The expression on her face slowly turned from pleasure to surprise. “Hey, what happened?” “I didn’t wanna cum.” “But I was so close.” Not “why” not “what’s wrong”. She didn’t mind why I didn’t cum, she only wanted to know why I’m no pleasuring HER. “Give me a blowjob. I’ll fuck you later.” I figured I better ask her to blow me BEFORE it turns to rape. I don’t like putting my cock in mouths of people who hate me. “Fuck you, Tom! Make me cum!” I slapped her. I made no attempt to stop her from slapping me back. I thought I would enjoy it. Guys, don’t ever let a woman hit you when she’s unsatisfied. You’ll be dizzy for at least 5 seconds. “That was a mistake.” She said as she started gathering her clothes. As my world stopped spinning I started walking towards her. She was with her back to me and didn’t see me until I spun her and laid her on the floor, getting on top of her. We started making out like Maniacs and throwing away all the clothes we still had on. When we were both in our birthday suits I started slipping my cock back into her, and got it out again. “Tom, what the fuck?” “We’re doing it at the sink. I want you to see it in the mirror.” I grabbed her by her hair and made her stand facing the mirror, leaning at the bathroom sink. I then started putting my cock in her ass, still holding a fistful of her hair. “You like it up the ass, Dana?” “Make me cum first.” “Cum? I’ll make you cum.” I snapped her head back, and bashed it into the mirror as I rammed into her ass. “You like it rough, baby? You like it rough? I’ll make it rough for you.” I could feel her trying to fight her dizziness, trying to turn around and face me, fight me off, but it’s a little hard to face someone who is shoving his cock up your ass. I shoved it with every intention of hurting her. I wanted her to know who’s running the show from now on. I rammed my cock in her ass even stronger than when I did in her pussy. I guess it was because I knew fucking her ass would hurt her more. I felt as if I was in a trans. I stopped hearing what was going on, didn’t focus my eyes, just kept shoving and shoving, occasionally noticing her cries of pain. Looking back I now remember she kept moaning and crying the entire time. I just didn’t give it much thought at the time. It didn’t matter how much she cried and begged for me to stop. I wasn’t going to. When I came to, I just came (yeah, read that again. Same word - different meaning). Dana’s head was dropped with her face towards the sink. The water tap was just above her head, so I opened the hot water. She squirmed a little but I held a fistful of her hair and kept her head in until I felt my hand burning. That was when I took her head out of the sink and punched her in the face (by that time I was with my cock soft, out of her). As she fell to the floor she started weeping. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell.” She sounded like a little girl. She even looked like a little girl. This girl had the body of woman, you know? A WOMAN! But I shrunk that fucking tease to her original size. Just the satisfaction of that made me semi hard in no time. As she was laid down on the floor I took a cigarette out of her pants. I had cigarettes in my clothes, but why waste’em? So anyway, I lit it up, got on my knees next to Dana and blew the smoke in her face. “Please. Please let me go!” I smiled. “Yeah, sure.” -Lightning- I took the cigarette out of my mouth and burned it on her pussy. -Thunder- A second afterwards she started screaming. Pouring rain outside, less than 2 seconds difference between lightning and thunder, less than a second between thunder and helpless cries from my victim. No one would notice her cries, not here. Not at 1:30am. Nevertheless I muffled her with my hand as I burned it on her belly. I wanted to see if she would dare to fight me, dare to bite me. She didn’t do anything, just a muffled cry you wouldn’t even hear in a clear day (and I mentioned the chaos outside). I kept my hand on her mouth as I entered her now burned pussy. I squeezed her mouth, staring at the terror in her eyes. I gotta tell you, I raped a lot of women and girls, who were a lot more naive than Dana, and not as sophisticated or familiar with the real world, but Dana’s eyes were the most frightened I’ve ever seen. That surprised me. Of all of my victims, she should have fought the most, showing no fear. Frankly, I was a little disappointed in her. I continued fucking her, and she did not stop whipping and moaning for one second. She kept looking at me, into my eyes, as if it was the only way she could try to resist me. She just kept on begging me with her eyes, her face so close to mine, but I don’t have to tell you – it’s the begging that makes us all turned on, isn’t it? When I was done I turned her over on all fours and started smacking her ass. All she did from the moment I got my hand off her mouth was weep. I just couldn’t believe it. How much can the biggest slut in town cry over a roughed up fucking? She was such a wimp. I think I liked her more when she was a dominant bitch. While I was smacking her ass I also lit up another cigarette. I played with her ass a little, fingering it, and that was the turning point. When I say turning point I mean that she turned on her back and started fighting back, slapping on my wrists and arms. I immediately got on top of her and slapped on her pussy. This time she tried to stop herself from screaming and just cried. “Please, what do you want from me? What do you want from me? Please, stop!” “What do I want from you? Stop being such a fucking tease, that’s what I want from you. You don’t play with men and men won’t fucking play with you. You know how men feel when you do this to them?” “Please, Tom, I don’t… Please.” “That’s how they feel, bitch!” I took the cigarette and got it close to her face. She winced in fear and closed her eyes. “Fine, I won’t burn your face.” I said as I took the cigarette and burned it on the side of her ass. She cried softly, getting used to the horrible torture. “I got our chat saved, baby. I got all of it. If you talk, people will see it. They’ll see what slut you are. And I’m sure I can get dozens of guys who’d testify and say exactly what you’ve done with them.” “Tommy, please, I won’t talk. Please!” “That’s right, you won’t. But if you want it to be over with you gotta do what I say, slut. Now get on your fucking knees and blow me.” I rose up, and she slowly got on her knees, crying. She held my cock and start rubbing it with her hand. Then she took me in her mouth and started blowing. I felt as if my legs were about to give in, but I remained standing. Dana’s blowjob was real. She didn’t try to do any trick in order to avenge me. Looking back I must have been crazy letting her do this without a proper threat. I don’t know why I trusted her with my cock. Nevertheless it was a hell of a blowjob. She even swallowed everything as I came in her mouth. That bitch had a hell of a mouth. After that she pretty much let me do whatever I wanted with her. I fucked her up the ass, forcing her to play along and push against me. I pulled her hair back the whole time. I laid her on her back and forced my way into her pussy. At that point she objected and fought me off. I fought with her as she begged me not to do it, crying her eyes out. I shoved myself inside her as fast as I could, watching the pain in her eyes, the sharp pain from the cigarette and the humiliation. As I rammed in her pussy I swore to myself that at one point or another, this bitch will hear from me again. I say that all the time, positive that each new girl is something special and that I’ll have to see her again, but eventually a week later I forget all about it and she becomes just another name on my list. Not this time. “Dana, honey, when this is over I’ll be gone.” “Okay.” She mumbled like a little girl. “But I’ll be back someday, and you better be good if you want me to be nice. I’m very nice, how about you?” “I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Submitting yourself to my needs is enough.” “Okay.” “Of course I don’t really know if I’ll be back. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” “You son of a bitch!” I rammed harder. She’s the bitch! “Oh, god, no, I’m sorry!” “You are sorry. Maybe I should sell you to a motorcycle gang.” “No, please, don’t take me away.” “I don’t want to take you away. You’re shit and you’ll always be shit.” “Oh, god, please cum already!” A second after she said that, I came. She started moaning as she felt my hot cum in her. I’m still not sure if she came or if she was just satisfied that it was over. I once again grabbed her hair and kissed her. She did not kiss back. I broke the kiss and slapped on her face. “You better be good, you slut!” I said as I started putting my fingers up her pussy. “OH, GOD, PLEASE, I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T, PLEASE!” I lean ed to kiss her again, and she kissed me back. Damn, she was a good kisser. Most girls kiss better when it’s consensual, but she was different. During my first rape I thought Jenna was a good kisser. That was before I met Dana. During the kiss I thought about the events of the night. How long have I been abusing her so far? I lost track of time. I lost track of how many times I fucked her tonight but my cock was still hard. What was going on? As I was lost in my thoughts I felt her body twitching. She started moaning into my mouth, trying to break the kiss. Now I’m not sure, but I think I felt her getting wetter (my fingers were in her pussy). I looked into her eyes as she broke the kiss. “Did you just cum?” “Yes.” She looked back at me, with no shame, no fear. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She wasn’t ashamed either because she knew it was a normal physical reaction. That bitch probably knows more about sex than anyone else I know. Experience buys you knowledge, doesn’t it? I took my fingers out of her pussy and shoved my cock back in her like I’ve been doing for god knows how many times. She winced a little, but kept her eyes open. Her expression wasn’t much different from what it was a couple of seconds ago. She was in pain, but she accepted it. The terror I saw before wasn’t there, just pain and determination. Determination to go through with it, to survive. I was sort of worried, because I did not want her to be mentally strong. At least not strong enough to call the cops when I’m gone. But quickly the tears in her eyes started forming again, and she cried like a baby all throughout the rape. The thought crossed my mind about killing her, but I knew I shouldn’t. I’ll leave too many clues behind, and I’d be bound to miss something. One little print, one little strand of hair, sperm, anything. Nah, it’s better to keep her silent. I did not cum in her pussy. I ordered her to wash her face at the sink. She obeyed, and I got behind her, kissing her back, cupping her asscheeks, putting my cock inside her, fucking her once again until I came in her ass. When I was done I gave her both our clothes and dragged her outside of the bathroom. I washed her up with water and Alcohol (can you believe I found alcohol over there?) until she was squeaky clean. I made her lie down on the floor as I scrubbed her pussy. When I was done I got dressed, ordering her to stay on the floor. When I was fully dressed I lit up a cigarette. “Now listen up, Dana. I’m gonna leave. You clean up this mess we left at the bar while cleaning you up, get dressed, and go home. When you’re home I want you to take a hot shower, clean yourself up again, and pretend this night never happened. You hear me?” “Okay.” “I got friends who can find you if I’m in prison. You don’t know who they are, and by the time I would trace back to them they’ll already be here, so even the cops can’t help you. Don’t fuck with me.” She sat up and looked at me with an expression filled with hate. “Just leave already!” “Sure I will, Dana.” I said as I knelt down to her. “But before I leave I want you to remember exactly what would happen if you don’t behave.” I took the cigarette out of my mouth and slowly lowered it. She looked at it in fear, trying to decide whether to attack me or not. I stopped moving my hand and looked at her. She looked back at me. “You don’t like the pain, do you?” I smiled. She cried out in surprise as I burned her pussy. “Relax, Dana. That’s nothing compared to what I can do to you if you don’t behave. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” I was done. I got up and left. On my way back to the motel I started having feelings of regret. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. After all, she was a slut, and I didn’t use a condom! What the fuck? What if I got something from her? Should I go get tested? Nah, life is a gamble. I was in more danger from the law than I was from Dana. Besides, I fucked lots of women before Dana, including divorced women above 40, which are the largest AIDS group in this country. Who knows, maybe I gave Dana something. Well, I guess she’ll go get tested, and if she won’t try to get back at me, it means I didn’t give her any disease. Hell, who cares? I’ve been putting myself in danger from the get go. This rape doesn’t change anything. It’s one of many I did, and Dana’s first. Maybe there will be others. As I got into my bed it started raining again. It was 4:00am and still totally dark. I slowly fell asleep to the sound of the raindrops striking my window. |
| TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
| The bitch. What could she do without him? He had shown her the world. He decided one night. It’s time for revenge. You see, Mike and Shanna had shared an apartment, and after the breakup Mike had moved out. They still saw each other at raves but Mike and Shanna were not together anymore, One night. Mike saw her out at the rave rolling., The beans he had taken were wearing off. He was in that place. The Horny Place. So he thought… why the hell not. Mike raced to her house. Knowing full well Shanna’s “flight plan,” try to pick up a guy or a… girl, go home, get freaky, he decided to test his luck. “Give me back the keys!” she said. Mike gave her the copy. Would they work. Click went the key into the door, and he could almost feel the tumblers fall into place. Unexpectedly, the door opened. Mike walked into this place that used to be his home but now felt so foreign to him. “okay.” he thought “ she will be home soon. Time to get to work.” Mike moved to the bedroom and got everything in position. Then he did the same in the den. You see living in an apartment has its advantages. Mainly you have a patio balcony that corners the den and the bedroom. Mike sat on the balcony… waiting. “This is sooooo stupid” he thought. And just as he was considering to leave… there were the headlights. From the position of the balcony Mike wasn’t 100% sure they were hers, but who else would be coming home at 7:00 in the morning. The lights were off. The vertical blinds were set. Mike’s fantasy was about to come true. The front door opened abruptly. Mike could see this by the light from the hallway. Then suddenly darkness followed by light. His eyes took a second too adjust. There she was. The object of his passion. How could she not be his? She walked into the den. Looked at some mail on the coffee table, and then the phone rang… “Hello” she said, “no… fuck you. You had your chance, kiss my ass!!!” “At least I know I’m alone” Mike thought. Shanna made her way into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. From the way Mike had set the curtains, he had a great view. Shanna moved around, dropping in and out of sight and then finally she sat down on the side of the bed by the window. She was wasted. She was tired. And from the looks of it, she had had a bad night, and all she wanted to do was clean up and go to bed. Shanna reached up under her short black skirt (think ally McBeal) and pulled her pantyhose down and slid them off. At this point, the only thing on her mind was relieving the alcohol and bottles of water that were left in her. She hardly noticed the figure behind the blinds. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was the adrenaline. But at this point, Mike made his move. Slowly he cracked open the sliding glass door to the den. In he crept, careful not to make a sound. From the sounds, Shanna was still on the toilet. “She never could go without running water ,” he thought. With that, Mike crept into the walk in closet. “Is this smart?” he thought. “What should I do?” And then it hit him. Quickly yet thorough Mike buried his lower half under the dirty clothes that were on the floor leaving his upper half hidden by long dresses she never wore. The toilet went flush. A few seconds later, in she walked. She was really fed up now. “It’s a miracle she made it home.” Mike thought. Being that as it was Shanna prepared for bed, unaware of her audience. Mike gasped as she walked in. Slowly, almost purposely, Shanna reached up to her black button up top and undid each button one by one. Then slowly she peeled off the blouse revealing the black silk bra Mike had bought her. The top fell to the floor. Shanna leaned over to follow suit. Her back to Mike, she bent over full force to pick up the blouse revealing the white cotton panties hiding at the top under her skirt. Shanna then reached behind her back. Mike heard the snap, it sounded just the same as it sounded a billion times before, but this time the sound resonated for what seemed like hours. The bra dropped. And once again, Mike was audience to the beautiful, perfect 34c’s that his ex possessed and had with pride. Shanna turned around again. This time reaching behind her. Slowly, ever so slowly she reached for the zipper on her skirt. And slowly she pulled it down revealing the cotton panties. Mike couldn’t take it. He was at the boiling point. It was then, just then… that her cell phone rang. Shanna, walked out of the closet, out of view. Mike listened to her conversation; “No!!1 Fuck You,” she said “I don’t know who you think I am but you better get your shit together! No I am not going to fuck you. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” With that Shanna stormed into the closet, still unaware of Mike. She removed the rest of her clothes and marched off to the shower. From the closet, Mike could hear the shower fire up. He heard the water change as the sound hit her body. “Now it’s time he thought. Mike carefully crept out of this clandestine fortress and made his way to the bed. “I wonder…” he thought, and with that he reached under the bed. There it was. The Toy Box. The box he and Shanna used to “enhance” things when a third party was brought home. Everything was there. Mike got ready to go back to his spot, when suddenly it hit him…”why not go for broke.” He had come this far why not go all the way? Mike crept up to the bathroom door. He kept close to the floor, and slowly made his way in. The steam from the shower was overwhelming. Mike became one with the floor. He then (throwing it all to the wind) shimmied himself over to the end of the shower. Mike propped himself into position. He had to see. He had showered with her a million times before, but he had to experience the “not knowing.” Mike cracked open the curtain. There she was; beautiful. She was cocked to an angle. Too doped up to noticed, too relaxed to care. The water and soap bounced off her body. Mike got especially excited when he saw a trail of soap run through her hair, down her neck, over her back, and through the crack of her ass. “This is too good to be true.” Mike thought, then she hit the water. “FUCK!!!” Mike thought. Carefully he bolted. “Shanna’s getting out!!! Where do I go?!!! Den? Patio? Bed?” Finally Mike opted to go back into the closet.. Only this time, he didn’t have time to mask his presence as well. Seconds later Shanna made her way in. Mike (now kneeling behind some work clothes) was freaking out. Shanna, the object of his love for the past few years… now the unbridled object (dare I say obsession) of his lust was on her way in!!! Mike took a deep breath. In Shanna walked. Her masterpiece body covered only by a towel. “oh my God!!!” Mike thought. She fully entered the closet, and approached the section right in front of Mike. Mike started to go nuts. With that, Shanna proceeded to drop her towel. Mike’s heart raced with excitement. Shanna, glimmering and wet walked forward to get her night clothes off the shelf. Mike kneeled there, heart pounding with anticipation. Shanna. Stood tippy-toed as reached up to the top shelf, her vagina a mere inched away from Mike’s face. The aroma was overwhelming. Mike sat in awe as she slid the satin nigh tie over her luxurious body. She then pulled from the shelf another pair of panties and slid into them and headed to the bed. Lights out. How long had it been? Mike wondered. It felt like an hour, a month, a decade. Had it only been a few minutes? Time had no meaning in the dark. “Fuck it.” Mike said to himself. “She’s fucked up anyway,” Slowly he crawled out of the closet, beneath eyeline and up next to the bed. Mike then reached under the bed, and grabbed the toy box. He needed something though. Mike made his way to the bathroom and grabbed the scissors and made his way back. It was time. Mike stood up next to bed, and inspected his target. She was out. “too much vodka and X” he thought. Mike reached out and gave her breast a good squeeze to test. Not even a stir. Mike sat down… “it’s time!” he thought. With that, Mike reached into the toy box and grabbed the cuffs.. Remembrance of freakier days gone by. He grabbed both her hands and cuffed them over her head, through the wrought iron rails of the bed. Next the scissors. Mike carefully cut the straps of Shanna’s nightie, followed by the nightie itself, right up the middle. Slowly he pulled the satin to the sides revealing the beautiful 34c’s he used to have access to every night. Only tonight, they were forbidden fruit. Mike reached out and started to caress her breasts still hiding by the side of the bed… nothing. Not a peep. After a few minutes of the former heaven he had loved so much, Mike stood back up. Again he took the scissors, only this time he went down low. Cautiously, he cut the straps leading two the center of the panties. No response. Mike was curious at this point. Slowly he took his hand and started to massage her zone. Nothing. Not even a stir. At this point Mike was extremely frustrated. He moved back to the closet to regroup. “The Hell with it!!!” he thought, “I’ve come this far!!! I might as well go for broke.” Mike did the math; “she’s fucked up.” “x makes you horny” and “she probably won’t remember.” Mike reached up to the top shelf he laid witness to before, and grabbed a pair of pantyhose. Taking a page from Raising Arizona, he fashioned them around his head. Again, Mike crept up to the bed… only this time with a purpose. There she laid. Shanna. Someone he had. Someone he lost. Someone he would have again. Mike moved her legs apart, and dove in. His tongue moved rhythmically. Slow at first, and then faster and faster. Shanna stirred in her induced sleep. Mike continued to work it. After a while he straddled her torso and began to rub his package across her 34c’s. She began to stir more. At this point Mike was ready to pop. He reached down to the toy box and grabbed the bottle of Wet, and rubbed it on his hands. Mike began to caress Shanna. In all the places one would suspect. On a subconscious level, Shanna was enjoying, because her body started to twist and turn revealing her beautiful ass to Mike. “What the hell” Mike thought as he rubbed some wet across her forbidden entrance. Mike then reached into the toy box once again… Positioning himself by her head he took the revolving vibrator they had bought and inserted it. A second later he switched it on. The machine hummed as it circled inside her. Shanna started to stir. Mike fully aroused by this straddled her torso once again. The machine was working, Mike was ready, and Shanna was on a higher plane. At that point, she woke up! Shanna darted upwards but the restraint from the cuffs caused her to smack down to the pillow. “it’s Showtime Baby.” Mike said in his deepest voice. With that, Mike extended his rock hard dick and grabbed Shanna’s hair. Gasping for reason, she had no choice but to take it. In with a thrust went Mike’s cock pumping away at the face of the woman he used to love. Shanna (knowing she was being raped) tried to bite down, but Mike was too firm to even feel it. Pump after slam, and slam after pump, Shanna’s face was his for the taking. She gagged from the shock of it all. Mike was ready to blow… and then he stopped. “Oh no darling’” he said in the voice again. “We are going full tilt boogie tonight!!!” “No Please” Shanna begged. “I have money… anything, just please not this!” “Not what?!” Mike demanded. “Not me?” “Not sex?” “I’ve seen you in action baby-girl!!! You and your man will fuck anything that moves as long as you get a piece!!! Welcome to the big leagues!!!” With that Mike slid down on Shanna and removed the vibrator, tossing it by her head. The sound sickened her. He then lined up and plunged himself into her. Mike thrust forward. Shanna tried to struggle free. But like it or not, the “love cuffs” did their job. Mike pumped away for what seemed like an eternity on her, occasionally taking the vibrating toy and teasing her ass with it. Shanna was in tears. “Okay baby… You ready for the big finish?” Mike asked. Shanna wailed out “Please don’t cum in me I’m off the pill!!!” This actually gave Mike a moment of pause. Here he was, his rape fantasy of the one girl he ever truly loved was coming true. But could he handle this? Mike slammed into her some more, and just when he thought he would pull out… Release. Shanna felt the warm gooey liquid insert itself in her. She knew what had happened. Mike on the other hand started to freak. Quickly he grabbed any evidence of his being there. Clothes, Scissors, etc. “Goodnight Shanna” he said as he made his way out of the bedroom. Stopping only to put the handcuff key in her hand. “It would be pretty fucking hard to open those cuffs with one hand.” he thought. Mike made his way home, excited and nervous at the same time. That morning, he went to sleep. Sunday. Mike awoke, and made his way out to the den. As always, his roommate had already tore through the newspaper. Mike quickly flipped to the Metro section to see if his encounter had made the news. Nothing. “How is this possible?” he thought. “Didn’t she call the cops?” Mike pondered this for a few minutes staring off into space. It was then that he noticed the piece of paper by his bedroom door. Mike got up and walked over to grab the paper. As he opened it up he realized it was a note. It read: Dear Mike, Thank you for raping me. I‘ve always had the fantasy, and you made it come true. I knew you always had a thing for it, and I’m glad it was you. Anytime you want to play Jack The Ripper… Don’t Call Me. I like surprises. |
