Rape

Joanne had to walk alone from work, because her boyfriend wanted to prove his point. What his point was, she did not know. It did not matter; she was walking at two thirty in the morning from her job at the local bar. She tried to walk fast in her black heeled boots, but did not want unwanted attention. The night was warm, yet she still wore her large black hoodie. The bar shirt was tight across her size 36-D breasts and the neckline was a deep plunge. Her denim skirt was short and pleaded like a Catholic school girl outfit. In fact, her hoodie was longer than her skirt.

Lost in thought for her safety, Joanne didn’t notice the footsteps right behind her. While she was walking at the opening of a dark alleyway, she felt the strong arm wrap around her waist and lift her off her feet. Whoever grabbed her pulled her into the alleyway in the blink of an eye. Fear caught in her throat as the thing carried her off into an open door to a warehouse. Joanne was afraid to scream or kick for she felt something metal against her ribs.

The man brought her to a small room with one light bulb hanging from ceiling. He threw Joanne onto a large pile of blankets and a mattress. She finally looked at the man who brought her to that place. There was a black bandana on his head under a black cowboy hat. He had a full beard of brown and black hair. His bright hazel eyes seem to glow in the dim light. (more…)

Jenny goes down.

There is this cute little chick who lives near me that gets me hard just thinking about her. She is of course really rich and a big bitch. So of course i never gave her another thought. Recently however, I was walking by when she damn near hit me with her car. I was so pissed off I grabbed the door and pulled her out and bitched her out and she just stood there looking really hot. I didnt notice this at first but when i calmed down What I really noticed however was how amazingly hot and tight her body looked in her short skirt and tight top. Up till now I hadn’t ever considered her at all thinking of her as a rich cunt that’s not worth thinking about.

Her body however made my second head(my cock;) ) reconsider. I mean was she really that bad?? I asked myself. She was awfully pretty with her brown hair and that amazingly supple body with those huge titties and that tight ass of hers. I knew right then that I had to have her. This little slut had to be taught a lesson in humility and had to be tamed by me.

The very next day I saw her driving by again on her way to her house. The next morning i followed her to her work and got in without anyone noticing and I scoped the place looking for the weak spots etc. I had a brilliant plan. I knew that I could get in again and accomplish this because of my various martial arts training and just because I was so driven by the passion to do this deed. And the fact that my best buddy was a security guard at the place (i found out that night that he changed jobs) didn’t hurt my chances. (more…)

God it was hot. The night was quiet, still and sticky. The sweat rolled off his brow into his blue eyes. Eyes so blue, that women often stop just to talk to him about his “Beautiful eyes”. God he hated that. Or was it just women? Hell he didn’t know and didn’t know how to cope with the feelings he was having at the time. Feelings that seemed to come from an era long past. Primal feelings that aroused the inner self more than anything he had ever experienced before. He wanted to control someone, make’em scared while he had his way with them. He wanted to tie them up and make them beg him to stop. Stop hurting them. Stop making them ashamed of the things he was doing to them. God knows he knew what that was like.

He had been watching her for some time. About a week or so, to and from school, work and even church. He had set by her several times in Sunday school. Watching her talk and listening to her sweet voice, but most of all watching her tight ass and full breasts as she walked. God she was hot. As hot as this damn night. But he had to wait for her to return from the store. He knew that was where she was going, because he watched her make a shopping list through the kitchen window.

He heard a car coming down the street. It was most likely her, because this neighbor hood was quiet after 9 PM. To many older people, hell most of them were in bed before 8.

It was she, he watched her pull in and start unloading the car. She went inside and came back out, but by then he was in the garage and hiding around the corner by her dryer. As she went by he got up and went into the house, down the hall and into the back bedroom. Not hers though, he didn’t want to be in the room when she came in. (more…)

Debbie turned off Highway 12 onto the gravel road that led to the Turtle Lake Lodge. She did not like driving her 1996 mustang on the gravel road but the Lodge was only 1 mile ahead. There were only four cars in the parking lot and as she stopped Jeff came out of the lodge to meet her.

Jeff had grown up with her son Robert and they were more like brothers than friends. They both enlisted in the army and Jeff left after his first 3 years but Robert had just signed up for his third three year contract. Robert was still in Iraq and would be for the remainder of his tour. Jeff recently returned to Portland. Debbie often saw Jeff when he came into the Safeway where she worked. Debbie had been single for the last ten years and had not got out much so when Jeff invited her up to the Lodge for a Barbeque she accepted.

Jeff led Debbie into the old Lodge and at the bar he mixed her a martini.

“Jeff, this place is beautiful, it is so old, I always heard that it was hard to get in here. There is nobody here.”

“Oh Mrs. Kent, We rented this place for the weekend. It has been a long time since we had a good party so me and some friends from the unit rented it. They are just swimming at the Lake. I hope you brought your suit?” Jeff replied.
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I saw his eyes again, staring at me through my bedroom window. I could feel them first; sense his gaze as though it was as tangible as a spring breeze. The darkness outside was oppressive and he was little more than a pale face against a black backdrop so encompassing that he almost melted into it completely. Where were the street lamps? Or the headlights of passing cars? Neither belayed the shadows and I lay there quietly, trying to pretend I didn’t notice him.

There was a feeling in my stomach and chest; a feeling I couldn’t describe adequately. The situation was beyond terrifying. His presence made me ill. It was disturbing and disgusting and any number of other adjectives that describe a person in a state of unrest. My room had always been a sanctuary for me; a haven against the plights of the world but now, it had become a prison. It was a place that I feared against all rational thought and it was all thanks to Jimmy Callum.

I met him at the mall one weekend with several of my friends from school. I attended an all girl’s Catholic school and so our only culture with boys was to be found at the food court a short bus ride from my house. Finally, at the age of eighteen, I could go shopping sans parent. That little freedom, however limited, was greatly cherished. (more…)

It’s late and you’re locking up the theatre building. Weekends are always busy, but tonight you barely feel like you’ve had a second to think. Your calves ache from rushing around. Between your lips you’ve already got the French cigarette you’re looking forward to smoking on the way home.

You turn the key in the lock to activate the alarm.

All you want to do is go home and sink into a hot bath…

You punch in the code and the alarm starts to beep.

Sinking deep down into the bubbles….

“Turn it off.”

You jump: the voice is right behind you and you start to turn round expecting it to be a workmate playing a prank.

A hand firmly grabs the back of your neck and forces you to face the wall. Adrenalin takes over as you realise you’re in trouble. This isn’t a prank, and you’re alone in the theatre.

You begin to shake as you fumble the key into the lock. As the beeping stops, you’re suddenly aware of your own breathing. It seems to echo round the empty building. (more…)

When I was 18, just before college, (late bloomer, still skinny) I was fully in the swing of girls, cleavage, playboy magazines and full release; needless to say … I was jerking it quite often.

I use to go fishing a lot and recently got a largemouth bass as a pet. I would go into the neighborhood pet store and steal goldfish to feed to my fish, no kidding, I would actually put goldfish in my pockets and walk out of the store (cheap, huh).

The woman that ran the place seemed to keep to herself as I came in and occasionally purchased goldfish, but normally I would walk in and walk out. I heard she used to be a woman from our high school that used to be the cheerleader coach, but lost her job or got married or something. Attractive, maybe early 30’s, but never very social, I had never gotten a good look at her, yet.

As you entered the store the goldfish tank was straight ahead all the way in back of the store. The goldfish tank was HUGE; thousands of fish, so many that it was quite easy to reach you hand in, grab some fish and put them in your pockets. I started doing it as a joke, but feeding the bass the goldfish and watching the alley cats eat the goldfish was too fun to stop.

It didn’t seem strange to me because I had done it so often. Until the day she caught me. (more…)

Josh and Kerri danced in the center of the room. He was the star of the football team and she was the sexist freshman cheerleader. Everyone watched their sexually charged dance movements as they shimmied across the floor. After a few dances Josh asked Kerri if she’d like to see his room upstairs (they were at his frat house). She nodded and they headed up.

They sat down on the bed and started kissing. He pushed his hand under her sweater, admiring her uniform. She’d come straight from the game, he however had showered and changed. She pushed his hands down before they made their way under her bra. He pushed harder against her resistance.

“Josh, stop it” she said.

“Why?” he whispered nibbling on her ear.

“This is too fast,” she replied.

He pushed harder, his fingers slipping under the lacy material. She pushed him away.

“I think I should go” she said with a hint of anger. (more…)

Oscar got back on the bus and took his seat again before the new passengers were allowed to board. He had already been on the bus for six hundred miles and had another nine hundred miles of his journey ahead of him. After a few stops to stretch and have a meal he was relaxed and settled into his seat. The other passengers who have shared the ride with him became fewer as his journey progressed. Some left and others joined at every stop along the way.

Empty seats dotted the bus. He had someone sitting next to him for the last two hundred and sixteen miles. They had fun playing cards and swapping stories but it was the end of the line for his two hundred mile friend and the seat next to Oscar was now vacant.

He heard an announcement over the loudspeakers that new passengers were ready to board the bus. He watched with scant attention as the line of passengers stepped up to let the driver take their tickets.

At this stop there were only eight new passengers and Oscar immediately noticed the small Vietnamese woman hand her ticket to the driver just before going out of his view through the window. (more…)

Who cares why I was there, the fact is, I was. Sex was not the first thing on my mind but after seeing the raven-haired beauty it jumped rapidly to the forefront. Apparently she and the old man had been playing a few love games in the middle of the afternoon and he decided to carry it a bit too far.

I heard the car pull away from the front of the house and just to make sure no one was home I stole a quick glance through the kitchen window. I know what you are thinking, middle of the day, but, it was the ‘burbs and I had cased the place thoroughly for weeks. Everyone worked, usually, and with some careful testing I had found out which houses had the alarms.

There she was. Her long, toned, and bare legs were tied just above the knees. She was bent over a small table, probably used for a cutting board and her hips fit right at the edge. She was obviously pretty tall for a woman. I would guess about 5’9”. Her hands tied to the opposite legs. (more…)

My name is Sara. I’m a 25 year old who just graduated from college. I’m white but with a fair tan. I have long black hair brown eyes and 36C tits. I live in San Diego and it’s quite a party town especially since the border to Mexico is o close by and in Mexico you can do anything. I didn’t mind going there when I was younger but as I grew up it started to loose interest with me. One day my boyfriend (who is a complete jerk) wanted to go out with our friends to Tijuana. I really didn’t feel like going and I really didn’t want to be around him. But, I eventually caved in and decided to go. The weather was kinda warm and I decided to wear my black skirt. It wasn’t a short one it came to just above my knees. I then put on a matching black tube top with a white shear blouse. I was considering wearing a thong but I knew he was just going to get drunk and I would have to drive back while he threw up along the way, so I stuck to my white lace panties. Later that night our friends came over, or should I say his friend came over and off we were to Tijuana.

30 minutes after we left we crossed the border and headed to some clubs. Immediately they started drinking and making asses out of them selves. He didn’t even pay attention that five guys had come over to me to talk, but being the loyal one I am I politely refused. Hours went on and they were getting worse. It was time to go and I took his keys and told him to watch my purse so I could get the. (more…)

Let me begin by saying that I am 32 years old, and in reasonable shape for being out of my prime. I work out on a daily basis, play softball, ride quads, and basically am always active. I am 6′2″ tall and weigh around 220 lbs. I have dirt blonde hair green eyes, and a muscular build.

My best friend on the other hand is small in comparison to me, and has been married to the biggest bitch I have ever known. Curtis got married several years ago to this girl he dated when we were in our early 20’s. At the time they started seeing each other Erica was 17 and his sister’s best friend. Imagine how that happens? Erica has been a bitch since the day I met here, and always felt threatened by my presence. She would not allow Curtis to go do anything with me alone, and always had to make her presence known to me.

Erica may be a bitch, but she is hot. Erica stands about 5′ tall if she is lucky and probably weighs 95 lbs. soaking wet, but her tits, and ass are very well proportioned compared to the rest of her body. Erica knows she is hot and flaunts it any time she is around men; rather her husband is there or not. I would say she is even a tease, and enjoys making her husband jealous. (more…)

Tina stood in the jacuzzi facing the pool. Her right foot raised onto the seat allowing the jet stream in the side, above the seat, to pound directly into her crotch. The 23-year-old Vietnamese girl did not care that the two men sitting in the jacuzzi probably knew that she was in the midst of orgasm thanks to the jet. In fact, she got off on the thought that they probably did know, and would have to sit there after she left waiting for their erections to go down before they could get out themselves.

Tina’s orgasm complete, she sauntered out of the jacuzzi, walked over to the pool and dove in for a quick swim to cool down.

She was a very pretty woman. Short, standing only one inch over five feet, with a thing but sexy body and firm 34B breast. She climbed out of the pool on the other side, grabbed her towel and began drying off, then brushed her long black hair before heading to the locker room. (more…)

Ron had a problem. He was co-owner in a small country bar in Northwestern Wisconsin. Lately his till was coming up a little short and suspected a new girl he had hired three weeks earlier.

There is a joke that out of a twenty dollar bill, most bartenders will give away five, drink five and steal five. That just doesn’t leave much for the gross profit, especially in a rural farming community.

Ron only had two part time bartenders besides himself and his silent partner. He had to find out who was skimming his profits.

Ron installed a surveillance camera in the ceiling tile above the till that recorded every transaction. He hated that it had come to this, but he despised thieves. (more…)

The acquisition had gone well for Don Thompson. He was terrified he was going to lose his job like so many of his colleagues. He had two kids in college and the twins were ready to start this fall. It was no time to be looking for another job.

Not only was he keeping his job, but he was being made a VP of IS. It was unbelievable how much more money he was going to be paid. Toni and he would be able to afford all those things they could never afford. In the last few months, the fear of being out on the street looking for a job at his age was replaced with a feeling of such well being. The new owners were flying in to finalize the deal. They were taking him and Toni out to dinner and then the contracts would be signed. (more…)

Carol Allen checked her watch. Seven thirty. She sat back at her desk with a sigh that was partly relief and partly frustration. At least she was finally finished grading papers for the quarter. She pushed a stray hair out of her face and put the stack away in her desk drawer. She reminded herself to lock the school door on her way out. Everyone else was long gone and since it was a Friday the building would be empty until Monday.

It was a hell of a way to spend a weekend, thought the attractive thirty year old as she gathered up her things. But she might as well get her work finished. There was nothing waiting for her at home except an empty apartment. At least this way the paperwork was done for the weekend. (more…)

During my second year of college, my family went camping in Maine, USA. Since I had nothing better to do I thought I would tag along and lay on the beach for the two weeks of the trip. The campground we frequented was on the shores of a lake so we frequently brought a canoe. A few days after our arrival, my father decided we should take a trip down one of the rivers that emptied into a connecting lake to the one we camped on. He reasoned a four hours trip would be fun and allow us the time to bond.

Consulting a map we ported the canoe by car to a spot on the river we believed gave us the right starting point and my mother drove the car back to await our arrival back in camp.

Unfortunately, we over estimated our ability and put in too far up river. On several occasions we found ourselves in moderate rapids, forced to get out and walked the canoe through the difficult stretches of water. Even though it was August the water was cold and our clothes became completely soaked. After the second time in the river, we were cold and shivering from the cold wet clothes. After the third times in, my father decided it made more sense to strip off our clothes, leaving only sandals to protect our feet from the river bottom. Our clothes dried in the canoe and we warmed up faster, naked in the hot afternoon sun. (more…)

I’ve been married to you for about two years.

You are my dream man.

I came to you a virgin, you showed me the ways of love.

Sadly though our life together has been reduced to quick snatches of time spent together at dinner and in bed. Sometimes we’re both too tired to make love. I hate that. I want to be close to you, closer than your skin.

Do you love me the way I love you? Do you feel the pain I feel at our separation? I don’t think you care.

You have a good job that gives us lots of money but your hours vary all the time some days you work in the morning sometimes all night. I have a regular full time job with a regularly rotating shift that I post up on our refrigerator.

Since you are rarely at home these days I’ve taken up a new exercise program that you don’t know about. I’m learning how to strip. It’s scary in a way because I was raised such a prude always covering myself, saving myself. Even if you were home I would never practice the moves in front of you but I have to say that in the past two months I’ve gotten pretty good at writhing around on the floor with my long hair all loose and free. I rarely let it down even when it is just you and I in the house. Do you ever wonder what I would look like without my hair in a fancy braid? (more…)

Elizabeth was a well known world traveler. She was known for being the beautiful and intelligent host of her independent documentary show. Her show had become so popular that networks offered to take over the show handling all the expenses. But she didn’t want to hand over any creative control of her show. She felt like her personal wealth and grants were enough.

In her show she traveled to places all over the world showing just about every aspect of that place including being able to speak most of the languages. If she didn’t know it she would very efficiently use a translator book. If the wasn’t a translator book, she hired locals to translate. She highlighted social customs, local cuisine, entertainment, history, architectural design, fashion, religions, education, typical weather, type of government, crime statistics, things tourists should look out for, economy status (a wealthy or poor place), housing (for locals and tourists), wildlife, plant life etc…. Her shows were Very thorough and informative.

There was a prince of a small country who had taken notice of her. It was during a visit to his country and they met. He was tall, strong, dark brown in skin color, dark brown eyes and had dark brown hair kept in corn rows. His country was a tribal country and not known for Caucasians being there. So when they were there, just about everyone noticed (white women especially). And Elizabeth was no ordinary female by any standard.
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Another day, and more mail dropped on the mat from the postman. Brian picked them up, sweating, as he knew they were all bills, wanting money yesterday. Brian lost his cool again.

‘How much longer are you going to take to find a bloody job, Tracy? We are bleeding ourselves dry, spending more than we earn, and still you can’t get a damn job. I’m working my butt off, and what are you doing? Nothing!!’ It was the start of another row between the married couple, and it had passed the point of sensible discussion. Only in their early thirties, and with 4 young children, things were desperate, and they were really almost at each other’s throats by now.

‘I’ve tried and tried, you know that,’ replied Tracy. ‘I’ve been for umpteen interviews, looked in the paper each day and I phone the agencies each day, don’t I? I don’t know what else I can do.’ They could hardly speak to one another any more, and as for sex, well, it had been a non-starter for the last few months at least.

‘Well, you want to try a bit harder, don’t you, because if something doesn’t come up soon, we’re going to have to sell the house………and I’ve put every dollar I’ve earned into this fuckin’ place,’ and Brian stormed out of the house to work, leaving Tracy in tears again, not knowing which way to turn. (more…)

I was supposed to be at the restaurant by 7:30 to meet my mother for a late dinner. It had been a busy day constant meetings. We were planning the office move and I still hadn’t found a new assistant yet. My mind was spinning with lists of things I needed to do. All this compounded by the fact that Jeff and I had been fighting for two days. I wanted to go away for the holidays but he insisted that we stay and spend time with our families.

I decided to take the back way to downtown. Past the abandoned warehouses. I was already running late and I knew I wouldn’t run into any traffic this way. Everybody always wanted to take the expressway but since that was the preferred route it was anything but express.

I don’t know if I was too lost in thought or if I really didn’t care but I hadn’t looked at my speedometer until the siren from behind me blasted me out of my daze. “Shit” I said aloud looking in my rearview at the blue lights. Jeff was really going to kill me now. Any chance of me getting my way about the holidays was over.

I pulled off the road into an empty parking lot and began digging in my purse for my wallet. (more…)

Rebecca prepared for the day as usual. Out of bed extra early, a workout in the home gym, breakfast prepared to a tee as usual by the maid, a shower, and then up to change. John had just come out of the shower. He still possessed the hard lean body that had attracted her a dozen years before. As she donned conservative, but expensive lingerie followed by a dress suit, he reminded her that his plane would be leaving in 2 hours, so they had to hurry.

As she put on her make-up and put up her hair, she remembered the love making session of the night before, the usual before one of his many business trips abroad. She had faked an orgasm to get him to stop pumping and cum. She felt slightly guilty, but then brushed it off as a necessary part of life. It was like their whole existence of late-everybody smiled at the appropriate time, and said the right things, but it all rang hollow.

Descending into the kitchen again, Maria was feeding the boys, 12 and 10, otherwise ready for school. John gave them the obligatory line about their behavior when he was gone and then he and Rebecca fed baggage into the trunk, climbed into the Mercedes, and headed for the airport. On the way, they talked about the mundane-the countries he would be in this time, the vacation planned after school was out two months hence, upcoming events in the boy’s lives, yadda, yadda. Then the turn-off. He gave her a perfunctory kiss, dug the baggage out of the trunk, and watched as she sped off heading for work. (more…)

This time he would pay, Jaci swore to herself. The bastard boss of hers. She had tolerated a lot of shit from that guy for the last four years since they had started working together, but this was the final drop. She recalled long trips through the jungle with one ill-tempered and ill-mannered brute that had no tolerance for women being weaker when carrying 20 kg of equipment, or spending far too long time in the bathroom. She had tolerated it all, and only smiled when he stated for the billionth time that women were too weak to manage on their own and it was a miracle they had survived beyond the Stone Age. From experience she knew the fruitlessness in pointing out the fact that males would not have survived either since they were incapable of locating their own socks, not to speak of where they put their gear last evening. But this was the final straw. That job was hers. She had swallowed mountains of insults, and still that bastard had nominated someone else for her job. She was practically glowing with rage.

But now was not the time for raging. It ruined her aim. She tried calming down, clasping the tranquilizer gun to her chest while hiding behind the large rock. Her target would soon come into sight, and then….. She smiled just by the thought of giving this stupid jerk a taste of his own tranquilizer-dots. Usually they where used on far larger prey like elephants and lions, but she had estimated the dosage to fit a male of about 120 kg. That should do it, she thought. No fun in killing the guy. Or perhaps I’ll leave that for later. (more…)

It felt odd, sitting in front of the screen, waiting to have a conversation with someone. But then it wasn’t just a screen. A camera, too. I can see you. Big deal, I can see you too. I like the anonymity of the telephone, I can curl myself up, pull faces, read the news, hell, I can even play with myself, safe in the knowledge that no-one gets anything more than my voice. This felt a lot more dangerous.

I looked at my watch. Eight pm. Afternoon in NY. I followed the instructions on the laminated card, and the machine booted into life. Surprisingly quickly, an image appeared, much clearer than I’d expected. Not just “an image”. Not just “someone”.

“Samantha - how nice to see you.” Her tone didn’t even bother to disguise the lie. Ah, Kat, truly a bitch amongst bitches. Formally Katherine Balfour, but it was one of her games to direct people to use the cute little diminutive the moment she met them.

The screen showed me Kat’s head and shoulders. That face. I don’t often use the word “beautiful”, but there was no doubt, it applied to Kat. She was almost too perfect. Normally I’m drawn to the features in a face that make it individual, like the turn of the nose or something interesting about the eyes, but you could look all you liked at Kat’s face and struggle to find the slightest blemish. Like I said, almost too perfect, although we both knew I hadn’t always thought like that.
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Chapter 1

Greg had been working for a large Software company in Tokyo for the past 2 years. When he first came over from the States to Japan at the tender age of 23, the food, the smell, the noise and the people nearly drove him out of the country. After a while he had settled down and began to enjoy his Eastern adventure. He started to enjoy the culture, the cuisine and especially the Japanese girls. They were astonishingly beautiful, cute and slender. Greg was not a handsome guy. He was about average height, reasonably build, short brown hair and blue eyes…and these blue eyes of his were apparently the turn on for the Japanese. They adored him…and he adored them. Soon he enjoyed a lifestyle that nearly matched that of Hugh Heffner. Getting this amount of attention was new to him. Being a computer geek he often spend lonely times in front of computers at home. But that was no more. He had 2-3 different girls every week in his bed. One hot summer day on the beach, however, he met a girl that changed his entire life.
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