Rape

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…)

“Suckers!” Tina laughed at Sean and Dominic as the ball swished through the net, she’d won yet again. Both of them groaned and shook their heads, looking at each other miserably. They’d lost to her ever since she’d come back from camp, where some jackass had gone and shown her all these little tricks with the basketball that had made her nigh unbeatable. At least for them.

“Maybe you guys should spend a little less time checking me out and more time concentrating on your balls,” she said winking and laughing as she jogged up to them. Ok, so it was true that they did spend a fair amount of time checking out her body, but damn! She’d suddenly grown up when she was 16 and now that she was 18 she wore whatever she wanted - which was very little when they were playing ball. Right now her large breasts were bouncing in the sports bra and the tight little shorts she was wearing barely covered the swell of her ass. Both the guys sported hard ons if they watched her for too long. (more…)

Toni Thompson sat in her chaise lounge by the pool watching her 19-year-old son and his friend play around in the water. Her and her husband Don, had been married almost 20 years, and Don Jr. was their only son. He was tall like his father, and very fit. She was very proud of his athletic good looks.

Jack his friend looked quite a bit different. He was a nice boy, but very slim and very shy. Toni saw how his bathing suit barely hung on to his slim waist. He was in fact, kind of frail looking, but he was such a nice polite boy.

Toni knew that he came from a bad family background. His father was in jail, and his older brother Rick, was known well to the police. He’d been arrested several times, spent time in and out of jail, and always seemed to be in trouble. She was happy that Jack was nothing like Rick. (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…)

The night air caresses softly against my skin as I lean on the railings of the yacht. I don’t know why my husband likes these stuffy affairs, mingling with people who wouldn’t know the true meaning of life if it stomped them on the toe. I always feel I have to get away, lest I get sucked into their ignorant black hole. Leaning down, I kick off one shoe and rub at my stockinged foot with a sigh. Just once I wish he’d agree to leave me home, but I know I must be the good token wife. I kick off my other shoe and fold my arms across the smooth wood of the railing, watching the moonlight dance across the waves and ripples of the lake water.

I hear the soft fall of a foot and pray that it is my husband, telling me we’re heading in to dock and that we will be home in an hour, safe in our beds. I feel strong arms encircle me, and in their warmth I lean back. Something scratches at my head. This man is wearing a flower in his lapel… but my husband wasn’t. Quickly I start to turn, to run, to scream, to anything, but he stops me, tightening his arms and cupping a hand tightly over my mouth. I breath heavily, praying that he doesn’t murder me, rape me, praying he’ll just let me go. (more…)

Tyrita walks into the door of her new apartment. She walks into her bedroom and found a note on her bed. Curious as to how it got in the house and who else is in here she walks over to read the note.

“You will go to the Riverfront Park. Look for the park bench next to the Carousel.”

Figuring that this could be fun, she jumps in the shower and relax a bit before going on her adventure into the unknown. Later she jumped into the car and heads to the park. As she walks around she feels like someone is following her, watching her every move. Tyrita walks toward the instructed bench and looks behind her. The feeling that someone is following her is gone.

On the bench a gift box is there with another note. Curiously she picks up the note and reads it. “Now that you’ve arrived open your gift.” She puts the note down and begins opening her gift. Inside the box is a small envelope with another note and a plastic card inside. The plastic card reads “Doubletree Suites”. She reads the second note which gives her another set of instructions. (more…)

She looked around, and bit her lip. She didn’t like this street. There were no lamp posts anywhere. The only light there was, came from the windows of a few bars, and two or three shops with questionable merchandise.

Groups of people were hanging out here and there, people who looked sinister and potentially dangerous. Teens with rags around their heads, and sunglasses in the middle of the night. Women in short skirts and high heels, discussing money with strange men. Sometimes they would come to an agreement, and disappear into some dark alley.

She walked down the street, feeling uncomfortable. She could feel some people following her with their eyes. She walked faster, all the time trying to look as if she had a place to go to, and in a hurry to get there.
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To be honest there have been so many times it is difficult to know where to start.

I asked the questions about whether a woman ever asks for it. I feel (perhaps it is not right, but I feel it) that I have been so stupid that I deserved it sometimes. My psychiatrist and all the counsellors say that a woman never deserves it, but sometimes I know that I have been very stupid.

There have been times in my life when I have been so out of it on drugs or alcohol that I haven’t known where I have been. When this has happened I have often had unsafe sex – is that rape or just being a slut? I really don’t know to be honest. But I can say that I have never had a sexually transmitted disease or been pregnant. Amazing, hey? (more…)

I like black guys. The darker the better. Flat stomachs, big hands, and of course, big dicks. They just seem to fit into me so well. oh, but it’s been a long time. Three weeks, and all because of my husband.

My husband. Dan. He was about as fun as a bowl of unsalted peanuts. He was never interested in me, his stomach overhung his pants, and he forgot what sex was after we had been married for two weeks. He doesn’t even turn me on anymore, not that he ever did. But, I started cheating a long time ago, and tonight…

I’m wearing cut-off white shorts that prove that white girls can have ass, too. My red and white checkered shirt is buttoned once and tied into a knot midway between my breasts and my navel. White three inch heels, a touch of makeup, a quick brush at my hair and I’m ready to go. (more…)

It started when I was 18 year old, and I thought that I was much older. I flirted with all of my sister’s friends and all of my brother’s friends. My brother and his friends always went out every Saturday usually to the pool hall or bowling, and I was the tag-a-long. There was this guy there, John. I had a huge crush on him, so I was trying my teenage flirting out on him. Seeing where it would go. I thought that it would be harmless. Right? I am a teenage girl and he is at least 20 years old than me. No way he would be interested! At this point, I was just hoping to get some practice….nothing more. This had went on for a couple weeks. A couple times walking in front of him he would grab my ass, or something like that. It made me nervous but I decided to not say anything to anyone.

One night we were all at the bowling alley when I said that I needed to go to the bathroom. We were in a pretty shady place, and it was mostly emptied out at that point. I went into the bathroom just to check my hair. As I opened the door and walked out into the hallway John was standing there. (more…)

The rape continued unabated all night…at least it seemed so to Martin, as he drifted in and out of consciousness…the drugs they’d given him didn’t put him out completely, but this was even worse… every time he rose painfully out of the darkness of his half-dreams, he woke into a nightmare… his beautiful, sweet, gentle Madeleine on the bed… moaning, crying, thrashing helplessly…while the four brutal and filthy men took turns…sometimes one at a time, sometimes two or more…grunting and laughing…having their way with her small, girlish body…slick with perspiration, and sticky with their foul semen and saliva…sometimes she would cry out to him in her soft, trembling voice…”help me, Martin, please!” (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…)