Rape

“Happy Birthday Mom.” Tanya Sharp smiled almost sadly from the thirty-fourth floor of the office building where she worked. She was on the phone with her oldest daughter, Courtney, who was in California with her father. “Thank you honey…I miss you.” Tanya tilted the picture of her children toward her, missing them with all her heart. It was summer and the threesome were far away, with Dale, her ex-husband for the entire month. “I miss you too Mom. How does it feel to be forty?” Tanya groaned. “Don’t remind me.” Courtney laughed, the clear bell-like sound carrying over the miles to warm her mother’s heart. “Oh don’t have a cow Mom, you know you look thirty.” Tanya smiled, not believing it but loving the compliment anyway. “Are you having fun?” She asked tilting back in her chair. “Yeah, pretty much. Ryan and Laura are already asleep.” Tanya chuckled. “Well give them hugs for me and I’ll see you in three weeks.” It sounded like an impossibly long time to Tanya and her heart ached to be with the children she loved. “All right Mom, I’ll see you. Don’t work too hard.” They hung up and Tanya stayed in her seat a moment before swinging the chair forward and standing up to collect her jacket and purse.
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My stepbrothers are assholes. Whiny, annoying, gimme, gimme, gimme. They look like gods, and that’s half their problem.

Max is somewhere between 6 feet and the sky. Dark hair, dark eyes, lean, cut and buff. Think Ares, God of War. That’s his temperament too. Has to argue with everything and anything.

Peter is, well Peter. Quite, he does whatever Max says to do. (At 20 you’d think he outgrew that.) Sandy blond hair, brown eyes, also somewhere between 6 feet and sky. Both work out regularly, could be models, and have women fawning all over them.

“Oh, Max, can I get you anything? Oh Max, let me clean that up. Oh Max, what do you want for dinner?”

DISGUSTING!

But of course, Max and Peter both think that they say jump and I will. Wrong!

They were home for Spring Break. Mom and their dad, Richard aka DickWad, were off for a week’s cruise. Somehow, Mom and DickWad had assumed that at 19, I still needed a baby sitter, so when they left, Max and Peter came. FUN.

It was about 5:00pm when Max came barging in after a day at the Beach. (more…)

We had been friends for over 20 years, and many times in that period we would do things together, as couples never knowing what more might happen.

They had come over that evening, intending on just a visit with good friends. The wine was poured and we all enjoyed ourselves. Sometime in the evening we started to notice Rebecca getting quite giggly, mind you this was not normal for her. Normally she could hold her liquor like the rest of us, but for some reason not tonight. As the night progressed she got more and more drunk, laughing a lot and quite unsteady.

Her husband, Steve looked at her concern and sighing asking if we minded if she stayed overnight as he had many things to do and work in a few hrs. Of course my wife and I didn’t mind they were our friends and between the 3 of us we able to wrestle her into the bedroom and poured her into bed watching her snuggle then moan a bit as her tummy decided it was time to bother her. (more…)

I am 24 years old and I am looking for a guy around the Pittsburgh area to come to my home and rape me when I am all alone at night. I want to be terrified and scared. You can cum in my mouth, pussy and/or ass. My tubes are tied and I have no diseases so you won’t have to use a condom. If you want to help, or know of someone who can, let me know.

Always had rape fantasies, never let myself think about it too much. The stories here made me really hot. Anyone want to dicuss it? Any females who have actually been raped and it was not horrible?

Anne had arrived in America from Scotland only ten days ago, It was the year 1887.

She was now travelling by stagecoach to join her aunt and uncle in Oregon.

She had been on the stage for two days after the train had reached the end of its line.

Anne was nearly dozing after having looked at the various landscapes she had passed recently here in Colorado.

She was awoken abruptly as the stage started to speed up.

“What’s wrong” she cried to her two fellow passengers the reverend Small and his wife.

“Indians are chasing us.”

“Real Indians, real Red Indians” said Anne.

“Yes” said the vicar.

“What other kind of Indians are there,” he said. (more…)

Ray peeped through the door at the wedding reception and excitedly anticipated the bride and groom leaving for their room, he knew that it wouldn’t be long now and decided to go to his room and wait for them. Four months ago, Ray saw the 19 year old blue-eyed blond and began planning her degrading. Ray was a 37 year old black man; he was short, not even average looking and wore thick glasses. Prim and proper white bitches like Pam Parker never gave him the time of day. He would give her a wedding night that she would never forget. He slipped on his room service jacket and stocked the cart that he borrowed from the supply room!

When he heard the laughter of the young couple as the husband carried his new wife over the threshold; he felt his huge cock begin to stiffen in his pants. Ray gave them a few minutes and then looked up and down the hallway to make certain the coast was clear. He quietly closed the door to his room and knocked on their door!

The groom asked, “Who is it?”

“Room service.”

“We didn’t order room service.”
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I have been using the same hairdresser for some years now a very attractive blonde woman, perhaps late forties early fifties. She has a very nice figure and her legs are always encased in nylons. Tights I would think. She always seems to sport a tan the result of regular holiday’s abroad I suspect. The salon that she owns was very nice and warm on this winter evening, and all the staff had left so we were on our own. She greeted me with a smile and a polite kiss on the cheek.

“How would you like your hair cut?” She asked.

‘My usual please.’

She moved around my chair and put one of the flimsy gowns over me. The smell of her perfume was very heady, and the proximity of her body always made feel randy although over the years we have been nothing more than good friends have. We chatted for a while about nothing in particular, and then she said,

‘Do you know anything about video cameras?’

‘A little why?’ I replied which was no more than the truth. (more…)

Laura shrieked at the top of her lungs, not that it was going to do her any good at the moment. The four men already had her surrounded and were in the process of lifting her thrashing body into the back of their van. She was in the parking lot on her way home from work but like always she’d been forced to park ridiculously far from her store and now she had a knife pressed against her throat.

“Shut the fuck up!” One of the men shouted before slapping her across the face. The pretty blonde head snapped to one side turning red where she’d been struck as tears started to well up in her beautiful eyes. She couldn’t identify any of her attackers through the masks they’d all chosen to wear. The only think she was certain of was that at least two of them were black and that was just because she’d seen their hands.

“FUCK YOU!” She pulled her hand free of his grasp and punched him in the nose. If she’d had any room to maneuver it would have hurt instead of just stung. It was more than enough to earn her another violent slap across the face and then have his dirty boot pressed against her cheek. (more…)

I smiled as I watched my wife bend over the pool table. I smiled not only because I knew my wife would probably miss the shot, but also because I had a great view of her luscious butt cheeks as they peeked out from underneath her very short pleated skirt.

My wife of 26 years old, delicate, petite and very beautiful was a rank novice at pool but a seasoned professional at turning me on. The billiards clicked as she took her shot, the ball missing the hole by a good three inches. Her pouting face turned to mine, and I grinned. It occurred to me that she had probably never even been to a pool hall before, at least not since I had met her. That would probably account for the fact that she had dressed a little too scantily for my liking at such a place. An ultra-short mini skirt and a button down shirt that was not buttoned just tied between her 34 C breasts, she did not wear a bra and had a blue thong on that peaked out every so often, did little to hide her petite figure from the prying eyes of beer-swilling male patrons. I had noticed with no small amount of discomfort that Alexis was attracting a little too much attention that night, but I shrugged it off. After all, she wasn’t for sale…

“I guess I’m no good at this silly game”, she brooded. I smiled at her encouragingly. “It just takes some time, honey. Why don’t I go get us some drinks?” she asked. (more…)

Before I get to the meat of this story, let me first tell you how this evening came to be! My wife of fourteen years, decided she wanted to get into something new and more exciting in our sex life, or should I say, lack there of? Oh, we still had sex more than most married couples of fourteen years, but it was more mechanical, and predictable as hell. I guess looking at the same bodies for all that time makes one tend to lose something in the excitement department!

Anyway, my wife {Let’s call her Bri!} had put on some weight after having our two kids. Not that the extra pounds changed how I felt about her, but she seemed less inclined to even try being sexy for me, and didn’t seem all that interested in changing the dull normal routine of predictable foreplay, and just as predictable sex. She seemed more like she wanted to hurry things up in case someone heard us! I on the other hand, I could not have cared less if the entire house heard us. I wanted the old times back, where we had wild passionate sex at the drop of a hat.

Like every other argument, my wife always got her way. She has this ability to squeeze her vaginal muscles like she’s milking a cow, which sends me over the edge every time! Now although that might sound extremely erotic, after awhile, it becomes somewhat of a let down when she does it to get things over with, on her time schedule. When she gets all that she wants, then she pulls that little trick and just rolls over, and goes happily to sleep, leaving me less than happy at the outcome. (more…)

A few years ago I saw a story on the news about a date rape drug called Rohypnol that was clear, odorless, and tasteless and used to treat sleeping disorders. At that time the drug was legal in the United States but since one of the side effects was temporary amnesia it had gained popularity as the date rape drug of choice and consequently is now illegal in the United States. The story grabbed my attention not only because of the scintillating video but also because I occasionally had trouble sleeping when traveling on business to Europe as a result of the large time difference.

Recently I was sent on a business trip to San Diego and during the course of that visit some of my associates who had never been to Mexico decided to cross the border to see what it was like. Since I had nothing else to do and had never been to a border town, I decided to tag along. We drove to the border crossing but were reluctant to take a company car into Mexico since it was against company policy. So we parked at one of the many pay lots at the border and walked across into Mexico.
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Someone once told me that the only thing that separates us from animals is that we are the only creatures willing to destroy each other emotionally, rather than just physically. No matter how good we try to be, somewhere in the caveman part of our brains is the deep-seated desire to abuse the hell out of one another for the simple reason that we can. It hovers in the back of our conscience like a storm cloud threatening to take us over if only we gave it the chance. But the truly disturbing part is that we like it. Or, maybe “love” is the better word. It makes us feel alive in a way that social conformity never can, and the truth, that dirty little secret that we all carry around with us, is that we get off on it. It’s the same private fantasy of the priest and the schoolteacher, the whore and the frat boy. We all want to possess. We all want to completely dominate another human being, and if we let that dark part go for even the slightest instant, it will stop at nothing until it has what it wants.

This is what makes us human.

The rules are set against us from the start. (more…)

Michael Castleman was a 22-year-old senior working the 4PM to 12AM shift in a small convenience store near St. John’s University on Union Turnpike in Queens, New York. On a Wednesday night in late June at about 1115PM three women, Pamela Parker, Janet Baldwin and Joy Cloud walked into the store.

Pamela Parker was a 28 year old, 5’7″ green eyed blonde with a 136#, 36-24-34 body. Pamela was wearing a black long sleeved low-scooped midriff top that buckled at the cleavage, a pair of skintight bleached blue jeans and a pair of red 4″ high heels. Her blonde hair was shoulder length with bangs. She was wearing pink nail polish, pink lipstick and perfume.

Janet Baldwin was a 26 year old, 5’6″ blue eyed blonde with a 134#, 34- 23-32 body. Janet was wearing a multi-colored long sleeved, turtleneck, plush knit chenille sweater that tapered at the waist, a pair of black stretch vinyl leggings and a pair of black 4″ high heels. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and teased. She was wearing red nail polish, pink lipstick and perfume. (more…)

Sitting at her desk, she was thinking how perfect this job was in her life at the moment. She got great hours and had plenty of time to work on her stories. Since she was mainly alone she could listen to what ever she wanted however loud she wanted. Granted the uniform left something to be desired but the pay made up for that.

The sound of the back door opening startled her, causing her to turn. She expected to see her boss. Her greeting died on her lips as she saw the masked man. Terror filled her as she noticed the bone handled hunting knife in his gloved hand.

Her words even sounded stupid in her ears, “What do you want? Please don’t hurt me.”

Grinning into the security cameras, he replied with a chuckle, “I think we’re locking up a bit early tonight.” (more…)

It had been a crazy impulse to suggest a dive. They were almost at the reef and Jody was already regretting it. Lately, she had difficulty being at peace with any of her decisions. Her mind felt constantly restless and uncertain. Why the hell did people always say ‘keep busy’ when you were trying to get over someone? It wasn’t as if she could automatically turn off her feelings. It didn’t matter what she did, her thoughts were still with him; her married ex-lover who had finally, after a year of passion and promises, decided to give it another try with his wife. Jody closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, sucking the salty sea air into her lungs as the image of his sweaty body driving her to orgasm, played through her head. It set off a trigger deep in her belly and radiated out towards her pussy in waves of painful longing. Damn him. It was over, but it still hurt like hell. She swallowed the lump in her throat and peered over the side of the boat into the clear water while she angrily wiped away the beginning of a tear. Fuck that! She had vowed not to cry and she wouldn’t. There was no looking back. It was forward all the way from here on. She glanced over at Chris who throttled back, bringing the engine to a spluttering halt. He was an experienced diver and she was going to have fun today.

“Here we are,” Chris said as he heaved the anchor overboard. He checked Jody’s equipment and tried to keep his eyes from wandering over the full swell of her breasts that were barely covered by her bikini top as she struggled into the black wetsuit. “Ok, we’ll do a forty five foot dive for an hour, just keep your eye on the pressure gauge and, what’s the most important rule in diving?” (more…)

I knew that we should have left. I knew it was getting dangerous. But Elisabeth had wanted to stay. Actually I shouldn’t blame her. Deep down I know I had wanted to stay as well. We were witnessing the decline of a civilization, a primal nation of South American Indians that were being slaughtered by disease and famine.

When we first arrived in the jungles of Brazil, the king of the Onguancins had been Quonset, an aging man who had tried to restore his people by abolishing the worship of their pagan gods, eradicating their primitive rituals and sacrifices, and making peace with the surrounding Indian tribes. He had hoped to make his people strong by removing the hindrances of war and mindless idol worship. Quonset had taken Elisabeth and myself into his tribe, wanting us to witness the transformation of his people and take their tale back to the white men beyond the jungle, as they called us, so that we would leave his people and their land alone. (more…)

Circling my opponent I caught sight of the bulge in his pants. The wrestling suit did little to hide his arousal and the look in his eyes told me that he would be humping my ass for a long time if he won. Standing at 6’2 and extremely well muscled, I took his lustful stare in stride, winking back at him and patting my own rock hard cock for effect. The studs eyes soon showed dread as he comprehended what would happen if he lost, I had acquired a little notoriety in the secret wrestling building for brutality when I won.

Catching me off guard, the other man lunged at me quickly, attempting to take my legs out and render me helpless while he stripped me. Long experience paid off, and I managed to get mostly out of the way as he latched onto my right leg.

Wasting no time, I kneed him in the face with such force as to send him sprawling back on the mat. Taking advantage of his momentary weakness, I jumped on him and lifted his feet high into the air, holding them with my right hand and fishing out my engorged shaft with my left. (more…)

Mika is a very pretty 27year-old. Her parents moved to the U.S. when she was a baby so she had grown up almost completely westernized. She was happily married with a 2-year-old that kept her busy. Her husband had a good job so she was able to stay home to raise her child. Although she was very active in her church and helped run the childcare department on Sundays and Wednesday nights.

Mika had shoulder length black hair, a very pretty face and a slender 34-A, 24, 34 body. She was 5’5″, but her legs were very sexy and, in a short skirt with heals on gave her the appearance of being taller.

Today she was in such a skirt, but was wearing flat shoes to make walking more easy. Her thin but shapely legs looked stunning beneath her mid thigh length blue skirt. She wore a thin white sleeveless pullover beneath a blue jacket that matched her skirt.

Although Mika was westernized, she was still very much naive about the world outside her small circle. And that was about to get Mika into more trouble than she realized.
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“Oh my God!” gasped the naked goddess before covering her mouth with her hand. Having been awakened from a sound sleep, her eyes were wide and her pupils huge as she abruptly sat up in the king-sized bed. Completely oblivious to the fact that her bare breasts were on display, she removed her hand and continued, “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you say. Only please . . . please don’t hurt me.”

An electrical engineer by trade, Ken Thompson was trained to be a problem-solver. He knew when assessing a situation, the most important thing was to keep his mouth shut until he had all the facts. It was clearly obvious-at least to him anyway-that he was in the wrong room. His eyes quickly scanned the room-there was a single open suitcase next to the TV set, a bra draped over the back of a straight-backed chair, a single pair of low-heeled pumps on the floor, and a skirt and jacket hung next to his shoulder. From where he stood just inside the door, he could also see a small travel case on the bathroom countertop and a pair of pantyhose hanging over the shower-curtain rod. (more…)

The large snow flakes were coming down fast. As we made our way home the world around us was a winter wonderland. Calley my wife was snuggled next to me as I drove through the snow. We were coming home from the company Christmas party and she was pleasantly intoxicated. It had been a good party, a lot of fun. As usual, Calley was her usual gorgeous self. Calley is 5’1”, 105 lbs. Her jet black hair is cut short like Halle Berry’s. She has an unusual beauty. Her mother is Japanese and her father is African American. From her dusky skin to her almond eyes she exudes sexuality. Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a transparent red strap dress that requires a red satin slip underneath. It was not obscenely short or low cut. It didn’t have to be for Calley’s 32-B breasts with their ever protruding nipples and her tight round ass over powered the dress. She was curled on the front seat next to me with her head on my arm.

I pulled into the driveway and shut of the ignition. It was so quiet. Calley stirred and asked, “Are we home?”

“Yes my love we are.”

Calley’s beautiful face turned up to mine. I bent my head and lightly kissed her lips. “Come on, let’s go in.”

I held the door open and as she slid across the seat her dress slid up to reveal the tops of her black nylons held up by the red garter belt she wore. One foot came out the door and her red thong panties came into view. I was so hard all I could think about was getting my wife inside the house. (more…)

I have had the hots for Nick for years now. He’s perfect. About 6’3″, gentle as can be. A Construction worker, so built with strong arms, broad shoulders and incredible hands. Blue eyes that can look right through you. He’s always tan. He has a motorcycle. He’s just perfect…and he’s my best friend.

We’ve always had this sexual electricity going. It rips right through me some days. Today, we had been out riding around the lake on his bike. Holding him tight, having a 300 lb. vibrator between my legs all day. I was horny.

We ended up back at my house. We were teasing back and forth, talking about everything from who we liked, to where we wanted to be in five years.

“I want to be on my way to a big executive job running everyone’s lives.”

“No, you’d never be happy being in power.”

I looked at him, shocked and yes, a little offended.

“What do you mean? I would love being in charge of some arrogant pup like you.” (more…)

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I was on my way home early one morning from my part time job when something terrible happened to me. A week ago I got myself a job as a waitress at a diner a few blocks away from my apartment in the Bronx. I needed the money really bad. The owner was looking for someone to work the third shift. He was looking for a waitress to work from 10pm to 6am Friday and Saturday nights. I asked him if he had any other hours. He told me that’s all he had available. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to handle that shift especially on Fridays. I still had my full time job to deal with. I thought that if I worked my normal hours at my full time job on Friday, which was from 8am to 4pm. I figured I could go home and get a few hours sleep before I would start my night shift.

The reason why I had to take this job was because of my ex-boyfriend. About two months ago I got sick at work and came home early. When I walked into my apartment I found my boyfriend Robert with his cock buried deep into my girl friend Sally’s pussy. The two of them didn’t even know I was standing by the door. He was fucking her hard and fast. He was telling her how much he loved her and how he can’t wait till she leaves her husband so they can be together. My eyes filled up with tears as I watched the man who I thought loved me, fuck a woman who I thought was one of my best friends. John pulled his cock out of her and exploded all over her. Cum shot out of his cock like a rocket. It landed on her breast, her face and then all over my brand new sheets. The both of them were lying their panting and gasping for air. (more…)

Kim walked out of the door, in the usual manner…she’d just got back from work but as usual there was something she wanted that wasn’t in the house, on this occasion she was out of milk.

Making sure the door was locked she started walking towards the local store, noticing that it had started to get dark. Her long dark hair blew in the light breeze that was flowing past.

Kim was only a small asian lady in her early forties, her job was very involving and she hadn’t had a boyfriend in over a year due to her work commitments but she was relatively happy…the only bad thing was she was not getting what her body craved sexually.

As she reached the store there were the usual groups of kids hanging around outside, some making trouble…the neighbourhood was quite a rundown one but she spent most of her time working so it didn’t bother her much.

Walking towards the door she noticed a few of the kids looking her over, from her short skinny legs, up to her petite waist and her 34C tits they were fixated as she pulled the door open and entered the store. (more…)