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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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My name is Sam, and I’m a rapist. I’m only telling you this because you’re tied up like a fucking hog right now and can do nothing but maybe piss your pants out of fear, and listen to my confession.
Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone, and I don’t plan on it. Death is not fun to me. What’s fun to me is causing pain and humiliation to women. Preferably young women. The younger the better. I love seeing their eyes well up with tears, their faces grimacing in pain, or contorted beyond recognition with absolute agony. I love the moaning and screaming that comes with the sensation of pain. It gets me off.
Just to let you know, I’m going to break you. Fuck you til you bleed. Make you wish you were dead. But not yet – first I want to tell you a story.
It was fifteen years ago, and I was an eighteen-year-old virgin, just finished high school, with the world at my feet. I had a girlfriend, let’s call her Anne. She was fifteen years old. She went to the school I’d just graduated from and was the old cliché: slim, blonde, stacked, a cheerleader to boot. I used to moon over her like a fucking pansy, drowning in those clear green eyes of hers, letting her rub herself up against my cock as we made out, but always respecting her and pulling back when she invariably said “no”. The bitch loved to tease me. She’d flick that pink tongue in and out of my mouth, she’d let me feel her tits (under the sweater, over the bra); she’d gingerly stroke my cock until it was twitching in her hand…. And then the date would be over and I’d be left to masturbate bitterly in my bedroom and wonder why, why, why my girl was such a prick tease.
After three months of this teasing I walked around with my balls a permanent shade of pale blue. I started to punch walls, and drink my dad’s whiskey. I was uptight, man, really fucking uptight, and this little cunt was all to blame. I was leaving for college in a month and I knew – just knew! – that the worthless bitch wasn’t going to give it up. She was going to tease me cross-eyed and then move on to a guy her own age, and do it all over again. Why do chicks do that? They must know it will only end in trouble – every man has his breaking point, never forget that.
So one night she invites me over to her house. Her parents are out for the evening, won’t be home til midnight, blah blah blah. I go over there and she’s cooked me this fabulous meal – roast beef, potatoes, the works, and she’s in this little cotton dress, nipples poking through the material, no panties on. We eat and watch some TV for a while, me lying on the couch with her curled up in my arms. She can’t miss my 9-inch cock erect against her back, but she manages to ignore it. She does, however, start rubbing her nipples through her shirt, almost absently. My cock twitches against her and I can see that she’s smiling to herself, probably thinking: “I’m such a little cock tease, let’s see if I can make him cum in his pants.”
We turn the TV off and start making out on the couch, her lying on top of me, me underneath thinking: “Finally it’s gonna happen!” She is sitting on my legs, her thighs on either side of me, and they’re bare and just slightly plump – young girl legs, you know? Of course you know- you got a pretty good set of ‘em yourself.
She’s grinding her cunt on my crotch, I’ve still got my jeans on, but my cock is straining to get out of there, it looks like I’ve pitched a fucking tent. So I go to undo the zipper and she says: “Come to my room.” And skips up the stairs with her dress flipping up as she runs! I catch a glimpse of snatch and am running after her like a robot trained to run after snatch. Which I guess is what every man is, really.
Anyway, we get to her bedroom and I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her really roughly, tongues down each other’s throats, and she jumps up and puts her legs around me! I push her into the wall, and we grind on each other for a few minutes, then I toss her onto her bed and she lands on her back. I take off my jeans and she lifts up her dress, and I’m just about to jump her when she says: “I think we should stop.”
“You’re joking”, I say, cock in hand, jeans around my ankles. Her dress is up around her waist, legs slightly apart, I can see her hairless cunt shining wetly in the dim light from outside the window, and she says no?
“I’m not joking, Sam. I’m scared. I don’t want to go all the way.” She looks like she’s trying not to smirk, and that’s when I snap. I pounce on her, and grab her wrists in a vice grip, push them above her head and down onto the mattress. She’s pinned.
“YOU are a fucking TEASE!” I shout into her ear. She’s moaning now, writhing, in a little bit of pain from the pressure I’m putting on her wrists.
“Sam, stop it!” She cries. See, she’s not used to not being in control. She’d gotten so accustomed to me respecting her wishes that she didn’t know what to do with herself once I responded differently.
I let go of her wrists and get off her, and she sits up, punching me in the chest with her skinny little arms. “You JERK! It’s over!” she cries. She looks defiant now; angry. But I can see the fear that remains. She can’t hide it from me completely – her green eyes are too honest.
She gets up to run past me, out of the bedroom, and something in me – I like to think of it as the animal – makes my hand into a fist and punches her in the stomach. I pull it at the last second so she’s only winded, doubled up, in shock. I push her onto the floor and she crouches there on her hands and knees, trying to get her breath back. Suddenly she’s not the uppity little princess. Suddenly she’s a bitch in heat, on the floor, in shock and pain and utterly helpless.
I kneel behind her, and lift up her dress, exposing that little pink pussy. “What are you-“ she begins, but I grab her long blonde hair and yank it hard, so her head arches up painfully behind her.
“Shut up or I will kill you.” I say in a calm voice, and she shuts up. I hold her hair tight with one hand, and put the other on her hip, pulling her ass back while my cock strains forward. Finally I get to feel that snatch on my cock and it’s heaven! She’s hot, wet and amazingly tight. I slide deeper into her, slowly, gently, and feel a resistance. She’s a virgin! Excellent. I take my cock out of her, and she starts to speak. Probably to thank me for not going all the way, but she doesn’t get to say a word, because I pull her hair hard again, and all she does is gasp. Then I shove my cock into her – hard. She screams in pain – my cock is big and it’s just forced its way through her hymen and deep into her cunt, right up to the hilt. I own her, and that knowledge pushes me into what I like to call Rapist mode. I pound her, pulling her hair, pinching her ass, slapping her, calling her a worthless cunt, rubbing her, hurting her and loving it. But what’s this? The bitch likes it! She starts to push back against my cock, in time with my thrusts. The little fucking slut is enjoying it!
For some reason this doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to suffer first for what she did to me – all those months of torture! So I pull out of her, and shove myself into her tight puckered little asshole. She squeals like a stuck pig now, which I guess is what she is. Her anal opening is so tight it’s painful for me to thrust in there, but I know that the pain I feel is tiny compared to hers, so that spurs me on. After a minute or two her ass muscles relax a tiny bit and allow me to plunge in and out of her with abandon. I grab both her ass cheeks with my hands now, and she hangs her head in defeat, crying salt tears onto her bedroom floor, moaning softly, a beaten animal. I finally cum, pumping hot semen deep into her bowels, and as I ejaculate I make a loud, primal cry of triumph.
When I withdraw from her ass she collapses onto the floor, sobbing, all curled up in a foetal position. Poor little cherub! I go down to the garage and grab some rope, come back up and she is still there. I think she is in shock. I tie her wrists and ankles togethe r - much like I’ve tied yours now – and just touch her for a while. I try out different things to elicit pain – a tweak of the nipple, a bite on the clit, even a cigarette lighter to singe her pubes. I start to spank her hard on the butt, until I can see red hand marks on her skin. I punch her in the back, hard enough to hurt, maybe to bruise, but not hard enough to badly hurt or disfigure her.
I go to her dresser and pick up some random objects – a candle, a bottle of soda, and take turns sticking those and other things up her asshole and cunt. After about twenty minutes I find myself getting hard again, so I turn her onto her back and fuck her missionary style, nice and slow. She has her eyes closed by now, and is completely submissive and silent. I like how there’s a point where a bitch will stop hating you with her expression, words or actions, where she will just succumb like the slave she is, like the whore all women secretly are. I take her nice and slow, enjoying her sucking cunt around my cock, enjoying the whipped-dog expression on her face. She wasn’t a person in her own right anymore, just a victim. A cunt to fuck. An ass to rape. An object to bring me pleasure.
I pinch her nipples and fuck her harder, pumping into her until my balls are tight and my dick feels like it will explode. I fuck her fast now, one hand between our slick flesh, rubbing her clit roughly, the other hand slapping her across the face and pinching her nipples. I loved the combination of good and bad feelings I must have been causing her. I made sure she came just before I did, and the look on her face as she realised she was about to orgasm was priceless. She wasn’t even in control of her body anymore! After her cunt was filled with my sperm I made her lick my cock clean, then I slapped her around a bit more, just to scare her up again, and finally went home to bed.
I never saw her again, until last night. I had kept tabs on her life through mutual friends all these years. I had heard that she dropped out of school and disappeared for a while. Then I heard she was a stripper. Then a hooker. Then nothing for years, until last week when her brother John and I ran into each other at the mall. She’s a respectable woman now, with a daughter and a husband and her own business.
I have to check this out, I think to myself, so I stake out her house one afternoon, and then I see her coming down the street in a fucking school uniform! Except she’s still fifteen! The illusion breaks and I realize it’s you, honey. Your long legs, not hers. Your pouting lips and long blonde hair, not hers. Once I grab you and put you in my van I realise that you have brown eyes, not green ones. Brown eyes just like me. How old are you again? Fifteen… mm, the timing sounds right.
You’d think that I’d let you go, you being my blood and all. Unfortunately for you, this is my favorite fantasy yet.
Just you wait. I’ve learned a few tricks since I raped your mother. |
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