Rape

You’ve been home from work for hours, it’s late, you slump over to the side of the bed exhausted. You’ve been pounding at my holes for hours, and it seems that you just can’t continue. What’s wrong? I’m exhausted. I want more! Later, I’m going to go to take a nap. NO! I want more!! I said I’m going to take a nap. You roll over onto your side, and start to go to sleep. I am angry, I need more, and my fingers aren’t gonna get it. I get up from the bed, and go to the dresser to get my strap out, you’re not gonna get away with this, this time. I need that cock, and I need my release, and you’re gonna give it to me.

I begin to lube up the dildo connected to my strap. Stroking it a few times so that it is good and lubricated, and to make sure I can feel the other side that slides inside of me. I moan softly and reach over to spread your asscheeks. You start to move and before you have the chance to do anything, I slide the toy deep into your ass, thrusting in a few times to get deeper. I moan loudly, it feels so good. You yell out, what the hell are you doing?? I just moan more and thrust deeper. I’m taking your ass. Stop, NOW! I refuse, I continue to fuck deep into you.

You move out from under me, spanking my ass hard. I told you NO! Now you’re gonna pay. You go out of the room and I can hear you on the phone. You come back into the bedroom, and throw some clothes at me. Get dressed. In a few moments there is a knock at the door, and on the other side are two police officers. They take down the information you give them, and then take me away. The charge… rape. (more…)

It was one week in to Kara’s new job in a shoe warehouse. She had to take the job there to pay off the huge debts she’d got into at college. This wasn’t the kind of work she had expected to end up with but living in a small town as she did and being unable to drive as yet, she had no choice. There wasn’t a great number of jobs around. She had expected to be working in the office but they always wanted her on that cold and dusty warehouse floor instead.

She really hated the job and the pay was bad. The weekends were slow and only two members of staff came in on a Saturday. Today it was her and the manager. He was a friendly enough kind of guy, Kara thought. He was probably in his 40’s. He had grey hair and was starting to lose some of it. He wasn’t really attractive but he seemed quiet and maybe a little shy.

As usual, when she arrived she signed herself in and her boss, David followed behind, locking the door on his way as always to stop passers by just wandering in.
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Jenna Madison is a smart, witty, and very sexy lady. She’s tall and slim with long, flowing red hair. She works at a marketing company that is older than her and up until recently, run solely by men. It was a long and hard struggle to make it to the top, especially without having to sleep with anyone along the way. But she managed it with a lot of hard work and late nights.

So now, at last, Jenna’s observing the prospects in the office, which are practically endless as far as she can tell.

She finally has the respect she deserves. People listen to her when she talks and they jump when she gives an order. Jenna enjoys the power and control she has at the office, but is sure not to abuse it. Power can be a very scary thing if it gets into the wrong hands. Besides, she’s always enjoyed being on the other end of that power.

After spending twelve hours at the office Jenna headed home for the night, looking forward to dinner and a long bath. She enjoyed living alone, relished in the solitude after a busy day at work. Sometimes she did get lonely, but it wasn’t often so she didn’t worry about it much. And she always knew what to do if she got too lonely. There were plenty of men out there for the choosing. Women to, for that matter, but she hasn’t had the guts to try that yet. (more…)

Our niece was getting married on Saturday up in the English Lake District. The bride was my sister’s girl so I was invited together with my wife, Brigette. My brother Gerard, and his wife Maureen, were also on the list. The wedding party was staying at a little country estate where the ceremony and the reception were to take place. Because of its limited size, only the happy couple, and their immediate family could be accommodated on the estate. The rest of the guests were spread over a couple of local motels and bed and breakfast inns. Nothing too fancy, but you would not expect that in this quiet part of the world. Because of space considerations we were asked to double up on accommodation. Gerard and I, and our wives were to share a room with two double beds. We were good but distant friends and occasionally visited and stayed with each other, so this was not a problem. Because of a recent illness, I was off the booze for a little while. This naturally made me the designated driver. I did not find this a lot of fun, but I decided I would make the most of the situation.

At the wedding reception, everybody was having a ball and booze was flowing like water. There is nothing worse than watching everybody slowly get plastered while you are stone cold sober. Brigette, Gerard and Maureen were well into the sauce. I had been working on an idea to capitalize on my enforced sobriety, and their heavy drinking fitted well into my plan. (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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It happened several years ago, in a city in the Midwest. I was living in a rundown part of town because I couldn’t afford anything better. While the duplex I lived in wasn’t too bad, the neighborhood itself was very seedy. A lot of liquor stores, adult book stores, check cashing operation, and cars up on blocks (or stripped). There was a Denny’s restaurant, one of the nicer places actually.

I was in the Denny’s finishing breakfast and leaving my money on the table when I noticed a woman walking along the sidewalk. Not too tall, perhaps 5′2″, very well built. I mean very very well built. Perfect actually, with nice breasts and slim hips. Blonde hair and a red dress, high heels, hell, she looked like a fashion model.

She wasn’t walking straight and when she looked in the window of the Denny’s she had a glazed expression on her face. Her face, oh god, perfect features. But her eyes were a little wide, her mouth open, her lips looked swollen. She looked dazed actually. (more…)

I live alone miles out in the northern wastes, miles of land around, I live in my small house, quite warm and cozy surviving on my own. I like my solitude. Till you stumbled in.

You fell into my house having thrust the door open, you collapse on the floor shaking, your clothing torn, lying on the floor. You got lost and ended up wearing very little, your clothes barely covering your breasts and crotch.

You collapse unconscious, I pick you up and take you through to my bedroom, and wrapping you in the quilt to get you warm I leave you there and prepare some broth, placing your bag next to you.

When I come back you are awake and holding a gun on me demanding I give you clothes and all the money I have and direct you to the nearest town. (more…)

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…)

Shelia Anderson thought of herself as a normal average sort of person at least she used to think such of herself. She is a 22 years old attractive female. She has no children and is very relieved to have just escaped a very bad marriage. She married Steve soon after graduating high school. They had known each other for several years when they began dating and fell in love. Shelia thought Steve was the perfect match for her and in the beginning it was a fairytale marriage. But then Steve began to change.

The problem began with Steve’s long hours of surfing the Internet. Shelia was not aware of it as a problem at first but after a while when at home Steve was always in his study on the computer. On most nights Steve arrived home at 5:30, ate dinner, took a quick shower and disappeared to his study. Shelia would not see him again till the next morning. She would go to bed without him and she would be asleep when he came to bed. This began happening every night and on the weekends it was even worse.

She attempted to discuss her anxieties over the distance growing between them but he was not interested. He would just shrug his shoulder and go back to what he was doing. One night Shelia noticed Steve was looking at very pornographic pictures.

“Steve, I don’t like it you are looking at those kinds of pictures,” she said.

“It doesn’t hurt anything. It’s not like I’m cheating on you or anything,” he replied. (more…)

Isabelle sat close to the open window, trying to coax a little breeze into the sour air of her bedchamber. She could smell her husband everywhere and she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of him, coming into her beautiful room and polluting it.

This was her sanctuary – the only place that had been hers since the day she was born, and she hated the nights when he would visit her here. He would come late in the night, when she was fast asleep, and loom over her – always the worse for drink. He would climb onto the bed, lay his heavy body above her and wrestle ineffectually with her clothes. She would feel the sharp stab of his member and he would be inside her – pushing himself against her with his foul breath against her neck.

The only mercy was his brevity – as he was finished in moments, leaving his ‘fetch’ to leak from her even as he dressed and went on his way.

Today – as with every day that followed his visits – she would be left sore and unfulfilled, wishing him away to leave her in peace. She had heard her ladies’ maids speaking about this moment between man and woman – and to hear them was a wonder – something so far removed from what her husband brought to her as to render it unrecognisable. Sometimes she would sit, as she did this morning, and wonder about their version of it – wonder who were these men and women who took pleasure in one another’s bodies and who would moan and writhe as their bodies came together.
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In eighteenth century English society it was even more difficult for a girl to advance above her station than it was for a young man. Without the proper connections and lineage it was almost impossible for even the most attractive of young girls to marry a man who could give her a life of comfort. Seeing no other way around this dilemma, some parents took the grave risk of sending their daughters to India, where the men who survived the climate and the competition were seeking wives as gorgeous as the silks and gems they carried home as spoils. One of these girls was named Fanny Chamberlain.

Fanny was returning to England in the year 1785 on a ship laden with spices, silver, gold and other treasures. She was a lovely girl of eighteen who had only arrived in India some six months earlier. She possessed the rosy, peaches and cream complexion so admired in her day, as well as quantities of shiny, golden blonde hair, a pouting, Cupid’s bow mouth, small, upturned nose, and wide, China blue eyes. Fanny had been sent to India less than a year earlier; bright, a little shy, mostly uneducated, but curious about the world. Within a few weeks of her arrival in Calcutta she received the attentions of many young fortune seekers, and found that she was able to pick and choose her husband-to-be. Her choice was a man named William Hastings, 32 years of age. William had been in India for ten years and had made an astounding fortune, and he was on his way home to England to live the life of a country gentleman. As it turned out, he never again reached the land of his birth. (more…)

“We are not lost.” Eric says firmly.

“Why won’t you just pull over and ask for directions? Why do you have to be so pig headed?” Emily asks angrily.

“Do you see anywhere to ask? We have not seen a house even in at least 5 miles.”

“It is not this far off the highway.”

“Do you want to drive? If you are so worried, why don’t you call and confirm our directions?”

“I tried, there is no cell service out here.” Emily huffs.

“Look you wrote down the directions, they say take the highway to route 16, go right and follow it until it ends at their house. I haven’t been here before, they are your friends.”

“Are you sure this is 16?”

“Yes, look, right there, another sign, County Route 16.”

“Alright, I guess I’m just miss remembering, but it seems a lot farther from the highway than I remember.”

“If we don’t see it in the next 5 to 10 miles we’ll back track to the highway, and hope we get cell service somewhere closer to civilization. You always told me they were in the boonies.”

“Yeah, but this looks less like the boonies and more like the demilitarized zone separating the boonies from the maw of hell.” Emily smiles a little trying to regain her sense of humor. (more…)