Rape

Gene opens his eyes a crack, glances around his bedroom, and lets his senses take inventory. It is morning; he is still in his own bed, and his ankles and wrists are free of the plastic restraints for the first time in two days; and every part of his six-foot body hurts. Groggy, Gene stumbles out of bed and heads for his bathroom, hangs his head over the bowl and pukes his brains up along with the contents of his stomach.

Gene flipped on the controls of his shower, adjusted the temperature to very hot, and stepped under the spray. His sense of his own identity in turmoil, Gene was not sure if he felt human anymore. He wasn’t angry or hate-filled, just confused by his own behavior.

He had been taken, captured through cunning and stealth by a woman who broke into his home and lay in wait for him to arrive. Held hostage, tied to his own bed by some kind of cuffs at his wrists and his ankles by a female of indeterminable age and weight. And forced against his weak will to have sex to full orgasm twice: once in her mouth and once in her vagina. And Gene knew he had never been as aroused or as sexually satisfied as he had at the hands of his unknown assailant. (more…)

I always knew that Debbie was a tease, so many times before she had played games with me giving me many opportunities to see down her blouse sitting crossed legged and letting me see up her skirt, but then scolding me and calling me a pervert when she got me all worked and today was no different. It was a very warm summers day hence I was wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt and Debbie was wearing a black micro skirt and a tight white blouse with the top three buttons undone showing her ample cleavage and most of all her blouse clung tightly to her beautifully firm rounded breasts.

Debbie was doing some ironing in the corner of the room by the kitchen door while I sat in an armchair directly opposite her, she knew what she was doing deliberately leaning over the iron board to show me more of her fleshy tanned naked breasts with the cups of her bra where almost visible, with all my staring I just caught a glimpse that her bra was black my favourite colour. I just had to take a closer look as my heart began to race faster. I stood up and walked over to Debbie and stood behind her as she was ironing. I could see over her shoulder and I looked down her blouse to see her wearing a black patterned silk bra. As Debbie was ironing across the garment she was concentrating on she stepped across my path and her bum brushed against my thigh and then she took a little step back and pressed her bum against my groin more firmly I felt my penis begin to harden very quickly.
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My abduction took place on a Tuesday morning, after my shower, while coffee was brewing. I stepped outside to fetch the mail, clad only in my fluffy pink bathrobe and cottontail slippers. I was nibbling on a bagel with cream cheese, considering hitting the treadmill after making breakfast for my husband, and didn’t notice anything unusual about the tan car that pulled into the driveway other than the fact that it shouldn’t be there.

I frowned, juggling an armload of junk mail and my bagel, assuming the driver had made a mistake and had the wrong house. I started walking back towards the door, flicking a glance behind me, watching the car back slowly towards the street. Simple enough, just someone misplaced, and not the first time it had happened.

I reshuffled the mail, held the bagel with my teeth to free a hand for the door knob, and then staggered as a black garbage bag was drawn over my head and arms. I couldn’t scream, nearly choking on the bagel. I was held immobile by shock and a strong pair of arms that lifted me off of my feet, tossing me over a hard shoulder, jostling the breath out of my body as I was carried blindly across the lawn. (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…)

How dare he utter those words to her…those three magical words that every girl dreams about hearing from a man. No…not him! How could he just throw them at her as if she were some sort of charity?

She turned her back to him, closed her eyes, and inhaled sharply. She tried with all her might to remain calm and figure out why she was so angry at him. She looked down at her hands and noticed that her knuckles had turned pale from gripping onto the metal railing of the balcony; it was all that she could do to keep her hands from trembling and betraying her otherwise calm exterior. Her body remained deathly still, and as the moon above drifted in and out of the clouds, the silhouette of her ripe, young body suddenly became surreal, as if watching a painting come to life.

A distant wind blew across the sky and swept past her. It lifted the dark tendrils of her hair and carried with it the lush scent of her sweetness and perfume. And when she felt a chill creep down her spine, she reached up to undo the hairpin and welcomed the warmth that followed as her hair cascaded down her shoulders and shielded her body from the cold. The wind toyed with her satin dress, dragging it up slowly against her skin and then letting it drop so that it brushed against the most sensitive part of her ankles. And although her body shivered ever so slightly, she could feel the warmth of the blood coursing through her veins and her cheeks flush in all her fury. (more…)

It was a cold cloudy September morning as Amy pulled her car into the lot ready for work. It was a Friday the last day of her first week and her thoughts were filled with anxiety over all the money she owed to various people. She had been unemployed for some time now and had racked up some hefty charges on her credit cards hoping this job would help her catch up some. Walking in the door she walked to the back room opening her locker to put her coat and her purse up she saw a note fall out of the top shelf.

Picking it up and reading it as it instructed her to see her new boss immediately in his office. Thinking nothing of the sort she got ready for work went to punch in and slowly walked over to his office all the while thoughts of something bad running through her head. But what did she have to worry about she was a hard worker and went out of her way to make everyone she worked with and served happy. As she knocked on the door she heard a stern voice say.

“Come in!” He chimed abruptly.

A shiver went down her spine as she opened the door closing it behind her.

“Lock it please.” He almost seemed to order. (more…)

Of course I knew I shouldn’t accept a ride from two strange men. I’ve known that for all of my thirty-eight years. I may be blonde, but I’m no ditz. But I didn’t know what else to do. I had just dropped my kids off at my mother’s house for the week, and was driving home. The interstate construction was so horrendous on the way there that I decided to try county roads. Then my minivan just quit on a deserted stretch of road. I wasn’t even sure where I was. It was one of the hottest days of the summer, I had nothing to drink and no shade, and, like a miracle, two men in an old tow truck just happened to cruise by and stop. They were friendly if a little too friendly. They looked under my hood, and without even asking, started to hook up my minivan to their tow truck. When they were ready, one man got in the driver’s side, and the other one opened the passenger side and motioned for me to get in.

The first thing that made me uncomfortable was as I was climbing in the truck, I looked back at the second man, and he appeared to be looking up at my butt. The second thing that made me uncomfortable was that it was very crowded. I’m quite slender, but the two men were heavy, muscular, and dirty. These men appeared to be in their forties or early fifties. I could smell their perspiration as they squished me between their shoulders, and both of their thighs pressed against mine. (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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It was a slow morning; I was sitting behind the counter reading the latest issue of Daily Voyeur when you walked in. You were so sexy; it caught me by surprise to see such a classy lady walk in. I knew right then that I had to have you. I could feel my cock begin to stir as you swayed past the counter. You looked around at various items. I could tell you were nervous. Not wanting to run you off, I was content to sit and watch your beautiful body. You looked around for a bit and it was driving me mad. Watching the outline of your gorgeous ass as you bent over to look at the toys. I couldn’t take it any longer; I just had to talk to you. I had to smell your perfume and hear your voice. As I approached you I could hear your breathing deepen. I knew you were worried about explaining what you were looking for.

Good morning, I said as I approached you, drinking in your sexy shape and sweet smell. Your answer was tentative and quick. “Hello” I’m just looking. I offered to help, asking what type of item you wanted. You said that your boyfriend had been out of town and you were interested in a dildo but didn’t see any you liked. You told me he wouldn’t be gone much longer and you would just wait for the real thing. (more…)

Toya could hear the pounding of hooves as the raiders came closer. They had been approaching for some time now, and the men of the village were ready for battle. She sat in her hut, listening to the sounds of combat as the raiders collided with her fellow peasants. She could hear the cries of pain as the men she had grown up with were butchered in defense of the little hamlet. She heard the elder yell for the women and children to escape the village, to flee to freedom.

Toya reached under the pile of blankets for her short sword. She spun around in time to see a raider step into her hut. His leather armor had specks of blood drying on it, and he held his axe out warily. She backed up until she was against the wall of the small home. The raider lunged at her, teeth bared. With a deft sidestep, she parried his swing and aimed a kick right between his legs. As he doubled up from her attack, she plunged her blade through his spine.

She let the dead raider collapse onto the floor as she took his axe as well and ran outside. Two more raiders began to circle her, weapons held high. A few swift attacks with her two weapons left both of them lying on the ground. The rest of her village was already being taken over. She saw one of her fellow villagers, Ayana, being dragged out of her own hut. Ayana’s husband was lying face down in front of the tiny building. Toya dashed forward and jabbed her sword through the raider holding Ayana. A large raider with a lot of gruesome trophies on his armor, probably a commander of sorts, looked towards the two women.
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Parties at the Watson place had been held for several years. They took place all year long, but the summer parties-around the pool and hot tub-were the best. This summer had been exceptionally hot and so were the parties. The crowd consisted of faculty from a half dozen local two-year and four-year colleges and a handful of students. Although invitations were never sent out, those who were welcome knew whom they were. Unattractive, overweight guests need not attend. If you were under 18, you didn’t get past the door.

Traci was an incoming freshman at a nearby community college who had turned 18 in the spring. She was invited to tonight’s party by Judy Clark, a 30-year-old professor at the school, and who also acted as Traci’s counselor. The two were as similar in personality as they were opposite in appearance. Traci was tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair. Judy was a short brunette, darker and curvier than Traci. Both women were well tanned from the summer. Judy had smiled at Traci earlier in the week when she said Traci would have ample opportunity at the party to show off her bronze body.
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