Rape

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…)

‘Do you know you were driving 65 in 45 mph zone miss?’

‘Oh my, officer,’ you replied batting your eyelashes, ‘I had no idea I was driving so fast.’ You poured the charm on thick, trying to convince the policeman, handing him your license and registration. Fussing and twisting your long locks of golden hair.

He stood tall on the shoulder of the road, with his face so high up out of your sight. His zipper was at eye level with you and you glanced at it obviously, hoping to divert his attention. His flash light could have doubled as a night stick and he carried a pistol holstered on his side belt, equipped with a radio, hand-cuffs, pepper-spray, and other objects of protection and weaponry. He was very broad, especially wearing his bullet proof vest under his uniform.

‘You also ran two stop signs and were driving very erratically,’ the officer continued, checking over your photo license and shining his light in your eyes.

It isn’t easy making “pretty eyes” when you’re being blinded, especially after midnight when you had a few drinks, but you remained calm and managed a pose. It didn’t hurt that you’d hiked up your thin, white shorts and adjusted your perky, petite breasts before he came to your car window.

His flash light moved from your face to your thighs and followed your hand as you lifted and shifted the hem just a little more.

‘Honestly sir, I didn’t know,’ you pleaded. ‘If there’s anything I can…’ (more…)

With a slight shake of my head, I realize that I need to pull myself together and get back to my charges. I stand up slowly; self pleasure still flowing through my body. Reaching down I pick up the treasured glass cock that just gave me so much pleasure. I slowly carefully run it under warm water and pat it dry. Putting him carefully back into my purse, I turn my attentions to reassembling myself.

Amazed that this plush bathroom actually had cloths, I moistened one and was carefully wiping away the evidence of my stolen moments of self-pleasure when there was a knock on the door. Realizing that I had monopolized the restroom for quite a while now, I guiltily said I would be right out. I was quickly straightening my hair when the door opened.

Startled I turned to see my boss, the gorgeous man I had just tormented myself to, striding into the now tiny room. And he didn’t look happy. Grabbing my arm, he started to drag me out of the room. With the harshest words I had ever heard from him, I was getting yelled at about neglecting my duty to his children, and how there was no reason I should ever leave them alone with the bodyguards as long as I did today. (more…)

When I had arrived in Delaware by train, it had been seven years since I had last seen my aunt and uncle, and I could barely recognize them. Aunt Mary looked older and worried; Uncle Pete just looked old. Both in their mid-forties, they had taken me in upon my father’s request that I complete my high school education elsewhere. I had got into trouble back home, and my father was convinced I had been influenced by the bad kids in my neighborhood. Truthfully, it was me who was the bad influence.

Uncle Pete helped me load my bags into the back of the van without once looking at my face. Aunt Mary climbed up into the middle seat from the side and then pointed her finger to the front seat, motioning to me to get in. The ride was mostly silent going back to the house, and I sensed that there was a great deal of stress between the two of them that had little to do with me. No doubt, I was only adding to their worries with my sudden arrival.

Once at the house, Aunt Mary walked me to my room and Uncle Pete followed with the rest of my bags. She went over the layout of the room- “This is where you’ll sleep,” and “This is where you’ll put your socks,”-in great detail, making sure I understood how everything was supposed to be as long as I was in that room. I felt uneasy as she walked around pointing to this and to that, and I was convinced she was a bit crazy to expect me to adhere to such strict rules in what was to be my room. (more…)

It was training day in the field, a day in which all the soldiers had been working up to, but no one more so than Gibbs. Gibbs was gung-ho on the entire war subject since she was a kid, and wanted to do nothing else with her life. She could be a real bitch, and this made her perfectly fit for her dream-job: Drill Instructor. This was her moment to do or die.

Out in the field she was paired with two females and 3 males. She got the names pretty quick. Rodriguez and Willis were the two girls; Balemine (whom everyone referred to as “Bale”), Rodgers, and Carter, the males.

I bet I’m going to have to drag their asses to win this, Gibbs thought.

The first drill was the woodland navigation. Gibbs got the compass.

“You should let me take that, girl,” said Bale. “I’m an expert at this stuff.”

“Whatever, but if we get lost, it’s your ass, Bale” replied Rodriguez. (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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The guard yelled “Lights out!” and the cell door slid shut with a clang. I tried to settle in and fall asleep, but it was impossible. Lumps in the mattress dug into my back. I didn’t know how I would take eleven years of this. All for seducing a 14-year-old girl who looked and acted like she was 20.

As I laid there in total darkness, I could feel the walls closing in. It was only a matter of time before the other inmates dispensed their own version of justice, as if the state of New York hadn’t done enough. To my jailmates, I was fresh meat, the new white boy from some shithole downstate, locked up for molesting a poor, little girl. That kind of crime was repulsive, even to murderers, thieves and pimps. If they only knew the real story.

I managed to drift off around 2 a.m. My mind floated between sleep and consciousness as I dreamed of the night that landed me in the pen. In a smoky bar way out in the country. Must find myself a cute, little country thing to cuddle up with tonight. A perky blonde sipping a Budweiser by the pool table. May I buy you a drink? I’d like that very much, thank you. You must go to the college. Oh, yes. Laughing. Then out to the car on the pretense she wanted to check out my CD collection. Kissing. With tongue. Unzipping jeans. (more…)

“Thanks for coming on the show again Rich.” Paul said, giving Richard’s shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing him again and walking across the room “We really love having you here.”

“No worries. It’s good to see you again when I do, you know that…” he replied, watching as Paul took off his jacket, tie and shirt, and then began to clean his make-up off in front of the mirror. Paul frowned and a cloud passed over his face. “You’re thinking about Tim, aren’t you?” Rich asked gently. Paul looked at Richard in the mirror.

“Yeah…” he sighed “I don’t understand why he just left like that. All he did was talk to Mikey for a while, and then he left. He didn’t even say goodbye. And during the show it was like…there was nothing there for him anymore.” He sighed again and shook his head. Richard walked up behind him and put an arm around his shoulders, giving him an impromptu hug.

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with you Pauly. He probably just had something on his mind.” Paul nodded and Rich looked away, frowning “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he left just because he didn’t want to see me.” (more…)

It didn’t always start out this way — or rather it wasn’t suppose to turn out the way it did. I wasn’t raised to become a slave. I didn’t even start the scene until recently. But as you have heard by other storytellers, life isn’t what you expect. But this is getting ahead of myself.

I was a late bloomer to the Internet highway. I had joined the computer world just a year ago. And like most new comers, once I learned how to navigate the mouse and type a little bit of response I was off enjoying the weird world of online love. I had just recently become divorced after 4 years of marriage. It wasn’t a bad marriage – or so I thought – but that didn’t stop my ex from finding herself with her tennis partners in a lesbian love affair. I could get over being dropped by the love of my life for another man – perhaps a big strong manly sort of man. But my ego WAS NOT ready to be second to a sport minded woman with a 10” rubber dick. When my wife left me – her one statement of advice was – “It’s a big world. There is lots of sex that is not dangerous, but doesn’t need to be boring sex. Think of your wildest fantasy - then how can you make the fantasy come true. When it does – you need to run away with it.” (more…)

Dan set the weights down slowly and stretched his muscles. He’d been working out here several weeks and he’d noticed his muscles slowy increasing in mass. It wasn’t just his arm muscles either. He’d noticed (and been noticed) by a shapely trio of women, Dee, Diana, and Demi. He referred to them in his mind as the Triple D’s. But his assesment of them wouldn’t be far off, as Dee was a shapely blonde, 5′7, 110 lbs and was a 36C. Diana was a brunette, 5′9, 115 lbs and a 34D. Demi, also a brunette, however, was the smallest at 5′4 only 1055 lbs and had two perky 34 B breasts.

Dan often scheduled his workouts while they were at the gym, glancing at them in the mirror as he went through his routine. The ladies had on occasion, made a pass at him, however he liked to tease. He’d put them off for one reason or another, but occasionally having lunch with them. It was his private fantasy that one (or ideally, all three) throw themselves upon him and give him whatever he wanted. He’d spent a few nights masturbating while thinking of this very fantasy. (more…)

He saw her leaving the school, after class had let out for the day. She was absolutely lovely. Her curly red hair shone like fire in the late fall sunlight. It was not yet cold enough for jackets and coats, so she stood in only her perfectly white sweater, the v-cut one that showed off her beautiful c-cup tits and skintight black jeans that wrapped themselves like silk around her fine round ass and full hourglass hips. She was talking to some of her friends, little sluts that they were. But no, not her. He’d been watching her for three years, since she was fifteen, since the day he first laid eyes on his beautiful creation. He knew his perfect treasure wasn’t a whore like her bleach-blond empty headed friends. No, his treasure was pure. Well, almost pure.

He had been following her for almost a year, the first time he saw her touch herself. It had taken him almost that long to figure out how to get into the tree the grew next to her bedroom window undetected. But as soon as he figured it out, there he was, watching her walk in from her nightly shower, dressed in only a towel, ringing out the perfect curls atop her head. He had been expecting her to simply drop her towel, and climb into bed like she usually did, but for some reason, this night was different. She dropped her towel and laid down all right, but she did not sleep. (more…)

As he entered the emergency room, Dimitri was more sure now than ever before in his life that if he died at this very moment, his could not be a more sad and pathetic end. It started a three days ago. Or maybe long before that, when he first met Stephanie. But Dimitri was certain that if not for his girlfriend’s fickle and persisting jealousy, he would not be in this mortifying situation.

Hailing from a traditional Greek family, Dimitri always expected to find a nice girl at some neighborhood get-together, where everyone was friendly and already knew each other. A good marriage starts across a fence, he’d always been taught. This was one young man who was never comfortable with the idea of hopping bars and trolling for chicks, like his work buddies enjoyed to do. Too many people in the city were impersonal, impatient, and self-important.

Nevertheless, he once allowed himself to be dragged along on just such an endeavor. Dimitri’s friends were enthusiastic hunters of the feminine creature and this time, their catch that night was lopsided: A quartet of bleach blond sirens, bejeweled and bewitching in their own quest for the opposite sex. But the menfolk numbered only three and a fourth was needed to seal the deal. Thus, Dimitri was enlisted to fill the gap. (more…)

When I passed my bar exam and started on the long road to becoming a successful lawyer, I thought I was headed towards easy street. My wife and I had been together since high school, and she had supported me all throughout the grueling tribulations of law school, the lonely nights at home, me not being there for special occasions, and now I was making it up to her by buying us the high-class lifestyle.

I wondered sometimes why my wife Lori was with me, but she seemed to genuinely like my personality, and we always laughed at the same jokes as we lay next to each other at night watching television, my legs entwined around hers, our hands just barely touching. Still, if Lori wanted to go out and do better, I’m sure she could, and a lot better.

Lori used to be in local teen modeling, doing things like department store clothes and such, and even though it had been about seven years since all of that she still had the figure and probably could go back into modeling if she ever wished. Long legs, which are a modeling mainstay, were her best feature, and this long red hair that drifted over her breasts just slightly when she laid next to me, even the dreaded light sprinkling of freckles across her shoulders and nose, the curse of all redheads, on her they just added an element of innocence.
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