Rape

I was twenty. I had been whoring since eighteen, so I didn’t look too bad yet. What I couldn’t make by selling myself, I made by stealing. It wasn’t an easy life, nor was it a good one, but it was a life, and a better one than many people in the world experience, at that. Content with the knowledge that I gave some of my meager earnings to charity, anonymously, each month, and that there were people out there whose lives were much worse than mine, I went on with my life as cheerfully as I could.

I was unable to get pregnant, so that was not a worry I had to deal with. Disease was always a problem, but I was careful. No matter how kinky or how vanilla a person was, I was always careful.

I was arrogant, a bit, as well. I had yet to meet a man who could surprise me. The pimps were easy to predict, difficult to control, and impossible to love in any healthy manner. The johns were my toys. Even the ones who wanted to dominate me were at my beck and call. I returned society’s opinionated lack of respect by knowing for a fact that a great many of the men in society didn’t deserve respect.
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When Mandy walked into Drake’s yearly Halloween Scream party, most of the male heads turned. Which really wasn’t surprising, she was gorgeous. Petite, only about 5 feet tall and with a killer body; her boobs were too big for her frame, but the guys loved to look at them. Large and luscious, she was hoping to get them reduced when she saved up enough money, but as a college student of course she didn’t have enough right now. So she just flaunted what she had, she did like the attention that they got her, she just wished that they were more in proportion. It also helped that she was dressed as a very slutty little french maid, her curvy body practically popping out of her clothes.

Her cute little tush peeked out from underneath the very short skirt she was wearing as she walked through the party, smiling seductively at the host - Drake. Privately she thought that he was very cute, but she knew that he only slept with girls, he didn’t date them, and that was completely unacceptable to her. Although she’d had sex before, with two different guys, both of them had dated her - and pampered and worshiped her - for months before either of them got between her legs. Mandy prided herself on making the guy work for it.
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Almost a year had past since Josh and Chloe had their twisted little encounter in their basic training laundry room. Chloe had found Josh to be the sexiest man alive as she watched him fuck her would be rapist, James, in the ass. Her fantasies had come to life and she was forever Josh’s. After AIT they were married and both got stationed at Ft Campbell, KY. They found it to be a great place for their unusual kink as there was a college, Austin Peay State University, on the other side of town which provided a perfect hunting ground for potentials for Josh to fuck.

They had done it a twice already, Chloe would lure a young straight college guy home with her and Josh would come in a catch them in the act, or at least that was what the victim would think. Chloe would watch and Josh would fuck the boys until they had trouble walking out of the house. The first guy was only allowed to leave in thong panties, fishnet thigh highs, and a bra to find his own way back to his dorm. The Warburtons didn’t know it but he spent the rest of that day and all of that night being fucked by quite a few guys and a few girls with strap-ons. He dropped out of school and went back home after that day. The other boy became very enthusiastic during his session and as a reward for his performance was given a ride home by Chloe. He kept in touch with the Warburtons for a short while, letting them now how he had joined APSU’s gay and lesbian student association, and considered them the benefactors to his newly discovered life. His boyfriend eventually persuaded him to stop talking to them, which allowed him and his boyfriend to lead a much happier life.
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“I don’t know Chrissy, I’ve never done this before.”

Ben was sitting down on his girlfriends bed looking at the floor.

“All couples at least fondle, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“That’s not how I was raised, I’m not like that.”

Ben, being raised in a strict Southern Baptist background all 18 years of his life was feeling really weird about the situation taking place. When he started dating Chrissy six months earlier, he had no idea how forceful the twenty year old could be. This was not something he was used to, not only because he was a Christian, but also because he was, well, fat, and deemed “unattractive” by most of his female peers.

“I disgust you don’t I?”

She pouted. She, being a little on the chunky side herself, had a little bit of a self-esteem problem.

“No, Chrissy, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, you could never disgust me.”

“Then touch me!” (more…)

There are some lovely beaches down in the south west corner of Western Australia. Long stretches of pristine sand dividing the Indian Ocean from the dense forests of tall karri trees. Hundreds of kilometres of unpolluted and mostly unpopulated coastline stretched like a silver ribbon between rockbound headlands. Very nice - except when your idiot of an husband has bogged down the family four wheel drive on one of those deserted beaches. Believe me, there’s no better way of exploring the strengths of a relationship than sharing a shovel on a scorching hot December day, especially when all your joint efforts to dig large holes in fine sand are proving futile. Which was one of the reasons why our marital relationship was sinking even faster than the Suzuki. Not that any of it my fault.

I hadn’t wanted to drive way out of town and down some bush track to go rock fishing. As far as I’m concerned fishing is an old man’s occupation. Jeff isn’t even thirty yet, nor am I, so I thought we could have found something more interesting to do on a Saturday morning. Still, fishing was what he wanted to do and the only alternative if he stayed indoors was having him watch cricket on the TV - and compared to watching cricket, throwing a fishing line into the sea is an epic adventure full of drama and excitement. (more…)

I’m a beautifully striking buxom blond, and I know it. Most men can’t get enough of me. When you are a beautiful like me, you’ve got men eating out of your hand 24/7.

Take my boyfriend, Frank, for instance. He is a real nice guy and all, taking me to movies and indulging me. He’ll do anything I ask of him, but somehow I feel like something is missing.

On the other hand, there’s Tyrone, a big black stud at work. He’s also my boss, very sexy and always hitting on me. I love the way he is so aggressive, and flattered that I am desired by a man 10 years younger.

He stopped me in the parking garage, one day after work, and we made some small talk.

“Have you got a boyfriend? Would you like a better one? Answer the second question first!” (more…)

I was feeling pretty chirpy with myself. It had been a good week on the road. I had picked up excellent orders and was now 60% above budget. It would be a good bonus next month. What’s more it was only 1.30pm and I only had another 3 hours drive to home in Cairns.

It had been raining on and off, as is the want here in the tropics, and it was still very overcast and quite dark for the time of day. It was also still quite wet. Speaking of which, I thought to myself, I will be too unless I can stop for a pee. It was over 50kms to the next town so I started to look out for somewhere to pull over off the road. As is usual you can never find anywhere to stop when you’re desperate to go. At last I spotted an area, looked like a 4 wheel drive off track into the rainforest, and pulled off the road. Better not park across the track, I thought, as I pulled up past the entry, and then chuckled to myself, “You haven’t even seen a car in the last hour dopey”. Besides which, the track looked like it hadn’t been used in quite a while. (more…)

It was raining that day, and my car had broken down, so I had to walk… I had been dressed up to go out that night, my little black dress, it is see through, so I wear a slip under it, black thong panties, a black shelf bra that pushed my tits up & together rather nicely, and my black fishnet stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Yeah, I kinda looked like a slut, but I thought I was going out to a club, not walking down the street in the rain. Anyway, on way home, there was a small bar. I decided to duck in there to get out of the rain for a bit, and have a couple of beers.

I walked into the bar, and noticed immediately that it was nearly empty. There was an older couple sitting at a table in the corner, there was an old man sitting at the bar, and a couple of guys playing pool. I walked up to the bartender, and got my beer… I took it over to a table near the pool table and sat down. The first beer went down pretty quick, and I went to get another. As I walked over to the bar, I felt a hand brush against my ass… I quickly turned around, and one of the guys that was playing pool looked down at me and said he was sorry, and that it was an accident. I replied, “No problem,” and flashed him a smile. This guy was quite attractive … he was probably about 6′ tall, which is damn tall next to me (I’m only 5′5″), and was pretty muscular … he was wearing a wifebeater (a white ribbed tank top) and black jeans, and he had a shaved head. He smiled back at me, and I continued over to the bar, and got my second beer. (more…)

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When I was younger I lived a quite outlandish life. I partied, I travelled, I entertained. I spent lots of money that I didn’t have. My plastic friends were great – I just didn’t give it another thought. When my cards were full, I borrowed money from people I shouldn’t have. At the end of the spending came the truth. I was over £20,000 in debt, to a variety of credit card companies, and latterly the loan sharks who inhabit the low life of London.

They came asking for their money. When I couldn’t pay, they started threatening me. Violence, on my property and my self. I didn’t believe them until a couple of heavies came to my flat, burst in and trashed every item in my flat. They didn’t touch me….that was for next time.

I tried running. I went to stay with one of the true friends I had. One who hadn’t deserted me as soon as the money ran out. But they knew. They had ways of finding out. I returned one evening to my friends after a day’s job hunting to find my friend beaten up. She was lying on the bathroom, her face was bleeding profusely from punches and kicks, her arm had been broken, as well as a couple of her ribs. The hospital doctors said it was one of the worst beatings they had ever seen. I felt terrible. I had brought this on my friend. As soon as she was confirmed as OK I returned to my flat. (more…)

Jill was terrified. The young blonde knew that possession of drugs in a foreign country was a potentially dangerous act, but she and her new husband just didn’t believe that small amounts of marihuana for personal use would be a big deal. But as she watched the local police leave the hotel room with her husband, Brad, in handcuffs, she knew better. The beautiful new wife tried to get control of her emotions long enough to figure out what to do.

She sat on the hotel bed and began trying to telephone anyone who would be able to give her advice or help her out of this nightmare. After about an hour of useless attempts to call her parents and finding that she couldn’t get through, she decided to go down to the police station to try and bond Brad out. She gathered up the little remaining cash that they had in the hotel and she hailed a cab to take her to the jail. All along the drive from the five-star beach front hotel through the narrow streets of the island city, Jill could only think of Brad’s pleas to her to help him. (more…)

Her date was to take her dancing after drinks and dinner, and told her to dress “Hot”. To her, that meant sexy. She spent all afternoon shopping. She bought a short, red evening dress. The top of it suspended by spaghetti straps, showed a little of her cleavage, but not too much. She loved the way her breasts stood out, even without a bra. The bottom half of the dress draped over her ass and thighs nicely. Trudy was proud of her ass because it was small and round. She noticed the hem of her dress stopped just at the top of her stockings. So, if she bent over just a little she could see the back of her soft tanned thighs displayed in the mirror. She looked tall because she was wearing a pair of new evening shoes with very high heels. Her shoes plus the short hem of the dress, far above her knees, showed off her long legs. Her blond hair was shoulder length and done up nicely. Overall, her appearance was stunning.

The bar was a dump and located in the worst part of town. It never seemed to close, as required by state law. Most of the men who came here were drunks or troublemakers. Women very seldom, if ever, came in. (more…)

I woke up feeling like small sledgehammers where banging out a rhythm from the inside of my brain. I hurt and my mind stumbled from thought to thought, not remembering drinking so much that I’d be in this state.

Tentatively I opened my eyes and winced. The light was way too bright. The windows must be open and my face turned towards the morning sun. Hold on, I couldn’t even remember the hotel room. Last thing I had was John and I walking out of customs to find the travel rep.

I opened my eyes again, then despite the pain lifted my head and looked around in shock. There where no windows, just blank concrete walls and bright overhead strip lights. I was laying on the floor, still in the cloths I’d worn on the plane.

I rubbed my head, everything hurt so.

“Stand and undress.” A cold mechanical voice sounded from somewhere. (more…)

All names and ID’s have been altered.

For a second I simply stood there, stark naked, incredibly vulnerable, holding that stupid ice bucket that was my ticket back to a less public forum of indignity. I was stunned. I had lost, I did not know how, and worse, I had no idea where the ice machine even was. I looked down one long corridor, realizing that if anyone were to walk out, there would be no place for me to hide at all.

I looked the other direction and saw nothing either. To my right was the elevator portico that led to the other wing of the floor. For a second, I thought about running as fast as I could. That would have been too dangerous. Given my luck, I would undoubtedly run squarely into someone, and besides, I am a girl that is definitely not built for running naked. I took a step cautiously, almost stealthily. Each step was a nerve wracking ordeal. Though I knew I could not get back inside the door that bitch had closed behind me, without the required ice, every step I took away from it meant that my risk of being discovered was increased. Anyone stepping out of a room into the hallway would have a full-on look at everything I had to offer. Just the thought was embarrassing. (more…)

Eddie Shapiro came out of the sales meeting with a grin on his face. Young, fast thinking, fast talking, he headed up a sales team in home security devices that was doing very well indeed. But some extra incentive for the team was always useful and he thought he knew just how to provide it.

The three other guys coming out of the room lingered for a moment at the reception desk, joking with Anne-Marie. The reason for her popularity had something to do with the fact she was a good looking girl; it had a lot more to do with her natural resources. Although tall and slender she was remarkably well endowed with huge boobs that quivered at every move she made: there was certainly no doubt about the quivers of male excitement they generated at every swing and bounce. Ever since she’d arrived as a temporary receptionist the gossip at the sales meetings had been all about Anne-Marie. Generally along two themes: how active a sex life she led and whether or not she had more silicon in her than an intel storeroom.
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Lynn and her 4 girlfriends, Liz, Ashley, Maria and Debbie were at Liz’s house. Her parents were gone for the weekend and they were trying to decide what to do. Ashley suggested that they play “Truth or Dare”, and that the first time everyone had to choose dare.

They all agreed and everything was fairly normal until it was Lynn’s turn. She did not know that the other four girls were a little upset with her because she had gone out with a guy that they all thought was hot and felt that she had been a little too smug about it. The four had gotten together and decided to try and humiliate her a little.

When it came to Lynn’s turn the four got their heads together like they were deciding the dare, but they had already picked it. Liz turned to Lynn and told her that her dare was to go to this men’s club and dance since it was amateur night. She was very surprised, especially when they told her she would have to strip naked. She was going to say no way, but they would not let her back out. Maria and Debbie had already gone in the back yard and stripped naked and Liz and Ashley had been sent out to run a block naked. Of course, no one had seen the four of them but the girls. Lynn wanted to back out but they would not let her. (more…)

I daren’t open my eyes, I can feel you looking at me, your eyes scouring my vulnerable, aching body. Your breath is hot and thick on the soft skin of my neck. I can only lie here, blind, numb with fear imagining what you might think up to do to me next. Is it possible that my mind could dream up anything near to the monstrosities you are capable of?

And yet…your finger tracing my delicate frame is gentle, teasing away at the hem of my skirt. The fabric is no protection against this animal, you are not human, how could you be?

I lie here, immobile, wondering if feigning unconsciousness might keep me safe for just a few more moments. Though I don’t doubt that my shallow, fast breathing will give me away any second… How did I get here? (more…)

I was 18, almost out of high school and decided that I was missing something in my life. I felt as if there was more out there than I was experiencing and I wanted to find it. So after thinking it over I enrolled in the exchange program offered through my school. After careful consideration and deciding that the best way for me to get the most out of the experience was to not choose the obvious countries of choice by most students: France, Italy, Germany, Spain; but instead to get my grand life experience in the Orient, particularly Japan. After a year of applications, interviews, scrutiny and orientations, I was off to a brand new world on the other side of the globe. For a small town Canadian boy, this was a huge endevour, but anything was better than the ‘everyone knows everything about everybody’ mentality that a town of 4500 people invariably offers in some respect or another. Therefore, in the summer of 1996, I was on a 14-hour plane ride to adventure and I wasn’t looking back.

After a long and relatively boring trip across North America and the Pacific Ocean, I landed in Fukuoka Airport in Japan and met what would be my first host family of the year, the Yamamotos. (more…)

James Wiltshire was the type of professor who was notorious not for his academic prowess or scholarly reputation, but for his looks and background. He was a new appointee to the University of Miskatonic in the fall to the history department. The women on campus gave him more attention than what he was comfortable with. He supposed it was his English accent that endeared him so to the female population. Most of the women found him adorably shy, and some of the bolder ones considered him the ultimate conquest. The men could respect him for his intelligence, even as their girlfriends swooned over him.

Ashley Vaughn was one of the more nubile coeds at Miskatonic. Her academic and personal reputations preceded her everywhere she went. She was the youngest student in the Masters program at Miskatonic, and undeniably the brightest. She was withdrawn and focused, preferring to study in the library to taking part of drinking or partying. (more…)

Debra Norton hadn’t wanted the assignment, but it was sweeps month, and she knew that admitting herself into the prison work farm would lead to terrific ratings. But she had no idea how terrific the ratings would actually be.

Her first surprise was her arrest. Harvey, the sleazy producer who had taken over the show just a month before, insisted on using his own camera crew instead of Norton’s usual team. He said he wanted the segment to have a “fresh look.”

The police frisked her, cuffed her hands tightly behind her back, and fitted her into a snug belt attached to leg shackles. Far from being sympathetic, her remote crew openly enjoyed the experience, and the two cameramen took obvious delight in catching the humiliating procedure from every angle.

When they got to the prison farm, the camera crew followed her into the “Reception Room,” which was a large concrete cell, bare except for the security cameras mounted near the ceiling.
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Carrie Bender’s mind raced as she nervously made her way to the 12th floor and the office of Richard McLish, CEO of McLish Exports.

“He is going to tell me I don’t have a chance at this promotion.” She thought to herself. “But why would he call me to his office and tell me himself. Maybe I am getting the promotion. No way!”

McLish, the powerful 51-year old corporate leader, was the driving force that had made McLish Exports a global business success story. His father Earl had begun the business in the 60s and had made a fortune.

Over the years the old man had carefully prepared his only son to take control when the time came for him to step down.

Upon retirement, Richard McLish assumed the title of CEO and took over the reins. If anything, McLish Exports was financially more successfully under his tutelage than during his father’s time.

Carrie Bender, 36-year old employee, wife and mother of two, carefully checked her attire as she rode up in the elevator. Carrie took a deep breath as the doors slid open and she stepped onto the plush carpeting of the “McLish Floor.” (more…)

I force myself upon my girlfriend about twice a month.

Such a statement sounds so cruel and negative I am obliged to explain it. Ours isn’t a common situation and the explanation is quite lengthy. But I want to write about it, as I believe explaining the details will help me feel a little less guilty about the most exciting sexual relationship of my life.

My girlfriend’s name is Lisa. Lisa and I met about eighteen months ago. I think most relationships like ours, serious dating relationships, begin in much the same way. We met at a party and found each other there because our circles of friends overlapped. We got to know each other at that party, and I asked her out. We dated for a couple of months before progressing to an exclusive relationship. About eight months ago, she moved in with me when her lease ended. (more…)

I used to sit at the window on the second floor of my house and watch her cut the grass. She liked to wear white or cream colored shorts and t-shirts. Even in late April and early May when she didn’t have a good tan her bronze skin glowed. She had dark blonde hair that she kept short and neat.

She was small—just over five feet tall. But she didn’t have the squatty little body that some short women have. She had nice legs and a tiny waist that made her ass even more attractive.

I grew bolder as time went on. I paid more attention to when her twin preschool daughters were in the front yard. That’s when I would find yard work to do and wait for Mom to appear. I was rarely disappointed.

The year the girls got their first bikes was a bonanza. Almost every evening or weekend afternoon for a month the woman would walk behind one of the girls as the little ones learned to ride. They would pass my house on the sidewalk and I’d casually look up from my work to watch them come and go. Well, I’d watch Mom come and go anyway. (more…)

Alicia had left her native town to study at the one of the most prestigious modeling schools in the Capital. Cause she knew nobody there, her first objective was to look for new friends. Besides the old lady she stayed with, the first person she got in touch with were her classmates from the modeling school. A few of them seemed all right, but others were really sluts. After some weeks there, she became friends with Andréa, who lived in the same neighborhood as she did. The two of them went and came back from school together, soon becoming very good friends.

One day, Salina and Luciana invited Alicia to a party. She asked for some time to think about it, mentioning that she might be away from the city. After school, she asked Andréa’s opinion.

She said Salina and Luciana asked me to come to their party on Saturday. They said a friend of theirs is going to study abroad. What do you think? Should I go or not?

Andréa said, I don’t know what to say…

They are very popular, said Alicia. If I go, maybe I will enter their world. They know many important people and going there could help my career, don’t you think? (more…)