Rape

The sound of shuffling papers and dragging chairs signified the end of another Friday meeting. Cheryl Thomas sat nervously tapping her pencil on the mahogany table and glancing up at Mr. Griswald, the firm’s senior partner. He had asked her to remain after the meeting so they could “talk.” Her head was swirling as to what he might have meant by that, surprised he even knew her name. She had fidgeted throughout the meeting. With two small boys at home, this wasn’t the time to lose her job. She didn’t have long to think about it though, since the meeting was brief, and the room emptied quickly.

“Mrs. Thomas…” Griswald beckoned her.

Cheryl moved slowly to the head of the table. She was a little taken aback when he stood up and pulled out a chair for her. She thanked him and settled into the luxuriously padded executive chair that was normally reserved for the firm’s partners. She felt uneasy.

“Mrs. Thomas, it has come to my understanding that your work on the Porrello case has been invaluable.”

Cheryl mentally blew a sigh of relief. “Thank you sir,” she said, looking up into his faded blue eyes, once again thinking how much they reminded her of Paul Newman’s, as he appeared in her favorite movie, “The Verdict.”

“Now, you know part of your job here, as a paralegal, is to investigate the facts of cases and to ensure that all relevant information is considered.” (more…)

My name is Ben Harter and I have been at the Circuits Annual Las Vegas Electronics show for the last two days. I have bought our department’s gear and have seen what I am interested in. I did well and I still have 2 more days of all expense paid time in Las Vegas.

My wife Tracy had taken a bus tour to the Grand Canyon on the Spouse Program so I had the day to myself. I hadn’t seen much of the strip so I decided to spend the day exploring Las Vegas. I found the strip kind of repetitive so I headed over a few blocks off the strip. On this first block I walked past three adult stores in a row. I decided to go and look in the next store and I entered it to just take a look.

When I walked in I saw the store clerk at the counter. She was a blonde girl of about 25. She would have been very attractive if she did not have rings in her nose, lips and ears. She said, “Hi, can I help you?”

“No, just looking, thank you,” I replied.

I moved quickly past her and started looking at all the gear on the long wall. There were all kinds of gear and toys. Halfway down the wall I came across a big display of penis dildo’s. These were very unique because they looked real. According to the sign they were made from a new material that made them the most lifelike to touch as possible. I could not resist so I reached out and touched the head of a 10 inch black one. It felt so real, it felt like I was touching my own cock, but this fake one was huge compared to mine. I felt up the shaft and even the balls were suspended in a light sac that was softer than the penis. This was amazing. (more…)

Erin walked from her class with a wide smile on her face. Her professor had just finished telling her that her thesis was one of the best he’s ever read, and she was on a high. The cool brisk air refreshed her as she left the building. It was dark outside, but the lights in the parking lot lit her way to her car. Erin was thrilled and could hardly wait to get home and share her good news with her boyfriend.

She walked across the parking lot to her old battered Toyota, one of the few cars left in the parking lot. Erin pushed her long curly hair from her face as she dug for the keys in her purse. She growled as she saw that some asshole had parked his van very close to her car. Looking around she saw no one in sight so, deciding that the asshole needed to learn a lesson she did something very unladylike. Hawking deeply, Erin let fly with a big glob of spittle. She smiled as it landed on the back tinted window and slowly left a long streak as it ran down.

“Teach you to park better next time.” she muttered to herself.

She reached down and inserted her keys into the lock on the drivers side, all the while thinking about opening her door a little too far and slamming it into the van. She knew it could do little to no damage to her beater, but it would drive the owner of the van nuts.
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She had been walking for a good hour down the deserted road. A small midstate highway that got little or no traffic. She was feeling dusty and discouraged. She hadn’t seen a ride in hours…except the one that had passed her by , the only sign of recognition a small grubby childface sticking its tongue out at her as it zoomed by.

She pushed damp auburn hair off of her face and poured some water out of her water bottle onto her head, providing small relief from the heat. The water trickled down her face and chest, molding her thin camisole to her slightly heavy, round breasts. She was young, with slender arms and waist….strong legs. Her breasts and ass were ripe and plump… well developed for someone her age. She dumped a little more of the bottle down her shirt and gasped at the quick cool shock.

In the distance she could see a vehicle coming, a slight heat waver making it look like a mirage. She knew she looked silly with her damp hair and shirt, but she shrugged on her canvas backpack and prepared to stick out her thumb….

As the van got closer, she waved her thumb in a little dancy twirly motion in the air. She was getting tired of hitchhiking. She had just taken a year off after high school, and was on her way home from her travels. Her 19th birthday was a few weeks away, and she figured it was a good time to settle down and maybe go back to school. She’d lost some weight while travelling and hiking. too many nights with no money, but her ass and tits never seemed to get any smaller …staying round and full. Her paleness went well with her curvy shape and auburn curls. (more…)

Chapter 1

Gonzalez looked back at the woman. She was clearly most uncomfortable. After riding three hours, tied tightly to the mule, her muscles were cramping. His captive was moaning in pain.

Gonzalez stopped at his adobe. He brought the woman inside and laid her on the floor.

Just as Juanita Vallejo began to recover normal circulation, Gonzalez threw a rope over the central ceiling beam and pulled, hard. It yanked her wrists over her head and stretched her until her feet could barely touch the floor. Then her clothes were violently ripped off.

Finished, Gonzalez stood back to admire his handiwork. Before him was a beautiful, full figured, middle-age woman. She had big tits, a big ass, and a body, hard and firm, from a life spent working on a rancheria.

“Mrs. Vallejo,” Gonzalez began, “I want to welcome you to my home.” This was the first time he’d used her name. Sweating, the woman stared at him with fear in her eyes. (more…)

It was February. It was cold. It was late. It was dark. It was the Fresno State campus.

I shouldn’t have been out at that time of night. However, I had been helping my friends Tara and Andrea with their Form & Analysis homework. It was a particular bitch of an assignment, and I ended up not leaving their dorm until almost 11:30.

I knew I should’ve driven. Woulda, shoulda, coulda. The fact of the matter was, I didn’t, and now I was walking across campus to my apartment.

As I walked across the campus, I pulled my coat tight around me to try to reduce my shivering. I passed by the music building, as I usually did at night. It was always well lit from the interior. However, I also usually walked past at no later than 9:00.

And as a result, just as I was walking past, the night janitor switched off the hallway lights, sending the music building to pitch black. This sucked. I could barely see in front of me. All I could see was the parking lot lights at the end of the path.

I increased my pace and kept walking. I was about fifty feet from the end of the building when I got hit by a freight train. (more…)

I’d known Michael for four years before we got married, we’d met at university, when he was 22, and I was 19. I guess you’d say I was shy and by the standard of the other girls in my dorm, very reserved. I’d dated boys, but no boy ever had more than the briefest feel of my breasts. And even that, was something that would have caused me to explode with rage, and end any kind of relationship. Never had any boy had his hand or anything else inside my knickers.

So I was not just a virgin, but an untouched one. This rapidly got me a reputation, first as a kind of ‘Holy Grail’, that all the boys wanted to be the first to claim. But over the next three months, they gradually realised, it was a pointless quest, and eventually boys stopped dating me. I guess it was the deeply religious upbringing, which made me so determined I would be a ‘pure’ virgin when I eventually walked down the aisle.

I’d been at uni for two years when I met Michael; he was studying divinity, as he had great plans to enter the church, and travel the world doing gods work. I was immediately in awe of him the first time I heard him defending his religious beliefs with a group of students in the uni bar. As just about everyone else I’d met up to now appeared to be a disciple of the devil, he stood out like a mythical god.

We started dating, and in the following months got very close to each other. Not physically, he never attempted to do anything like that, but we were almost inseparable. Mainly just us two together, in each others company, Michael talking about his grand plans, and me thinking how wonderful he was. We’d end the evening with a kiss, but it would only ever be him giving me a light peck on my cheek. (more…)

The air seemed alive to the smell of hops, apples and sugar as the stalls did a roaring trade this mid-summers harvest day fair. The weather even smiled this day, the sky being cloud free and a delightful heat seemed to sparkle in the air. Outside the public house old men drank fresh brewed beer or the more potent apple cider. Children drank ginger beer and darted to and fro eating greedily coconut ice and toffee apples or bags of spun sugar. On the green a band played tinny tunes to those who would listen and the dance floor was there for the Harvest Dance tonight.

Near the church dowagers fought over treasures or trash depending on your point of view, their daughters twirled parasols as they compared their dresses and wondered who would dance with them. There were even gypsy performers amazing those who watched them with skills with knife and horse. Others played the clown to laughing people who threw money into the caps laid down.

I smiled as I stepped up to the contests of strength and lifted the wooden mallet. Feeling the balance I brought it down with skill and allowed the weight to drive the head onto the rubber stopper, the wooden mark flew up the greased pole and rang the bell on its top. I laughed and took my prize a rag doll that I readily gave to a young girl who was delighted. Did they think that the blacksmith of this village did not know how to drive a hammer and ring a bell. Thirsty I made my way to the tent selling drink and slaked my throat with the sweet apple cider. (more…)

Zorg, the leader of a ruthless bunch of men captures Bella when they raided her small village in the countryside. Bella is whipped into submission on her first night and forced to sexually service Zorg while bound. The next day, they reach their destination, the guarded hamlet controlled by Zorg and his group of ruthless thugs. She befriends Raisa, another young, innocent girl that has been captured. In order to protect her new friend, Bella submits to a humiliating examination under the eyes of her new master, Zorg. She is then bathed and examined by two servants, a male and a female, her most intimate parts of her body spread obscenely for their inspection.

Meanwhile, Zorg takes Raisa to his room and forces her to strip naked for him. In a humiliating scene, she is forced to masturbate while Zorg watches. Zorg has just sent for Bella, having a desire to satisfy his lust with one of these wenches.

“Come over here,” his voice bellowing his command, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Raisa cringed in fear, getting up from the bed, one arm trying to cover her naked breasts, the other slipped between her legs. It seemed that once she had been forced to cum, her embarrassment returned. She saw the rope in his hands and two sets of black metal cuffs, a thick chain connecting the metal bands. “No, don’t put them on me,” she cried out. (more…)

Shannon struggled through the door with the groceries. It had been a long day at work and then the grocery store had been jam-packed with working wives and mothers getting dinner for their families. She sighed to herself. She was only 19, fresh out of secretarial school and she should be out there, dating guys so that she’d have a chance to become a wife and mother. But unfortunately she was stuck taking care of her dad and older brother after her mother had passed away the previous summer.

She’d never really liked her father or her brother. Her dad was lazy and had used to hit her mom. Her brother had taken after their dad and despite being 25 years old now he’d never managed to hold down a job for more than two consecutive months.

She heard laughter from the dining room and she assumed that it was her dad and brother’s poker buddies who were there. That usually meant that she didn’t need to fix them any dinner as they’d be stuffing their faces with snacks. Anytime soon they’d come and demand that she go to the liquor store for more beer. Her friends kept telling her to move out to her own apartment to get away from her father and brother. But how could she? They were her only family and she knew that if she didn’t look after them, nobody would. (more…)

The first time I laid eyes on her, at the mall, I was sure I had seen her before, met her even, but couldn’t place when or where. That happens to me a lot, I’ll see the Costco girl at a restaurant, or the gas station guy downtown at the Square, and find myself trying to figure out where I know them. I’m almost always able to put person to face—but not this time.

I saw her again a couple hours later; I was wandering around the Saturday market when she walked right by. About two inches shorter than me, she wore a loose crimson t-shirt and khaki shorts, her soft brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was youngish, early 20s maybe, and had a small fanny pack around her waist. It struck me that she was very attractive, could have just about any guy she wanted—and then, she looked at me. When her eyes caught mine, I felt it again: I know her, but how?

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I was at home, revising a story on my computer, when the doorbell rang. Wearing only shorts and briefs, I pulled on an Old Navy t-shirt and headed to the door. I wasn’t completely shocked when I saw her standing on the front porch. Surprised, yes; hesitant to open the door, definitely; maybe a little curious? I’d have to say yes to that, too. After seeing her twice earlier in the day, after locking eyes and feeling the tickle of recognition that I couldn’t quite place, I had half-expected her to show up at my door—and here she was. Like I said, I wasn’t completely shocked. (more…)

Lena turned the night lights on for her family’s Olympic sized swimming pool. She heard the timer go off & the Jacuzzi sprang to life as well. It was 8:30pm, She knew that any minute Rusty would show up. She’d slept most of the day away either laying by the pool or in her room. She’d just finished soaking in the Jacuzzi & needed the shock of the pool’s cold water to clear the cob webs from her head. Lena lowered her now naked body into the pool an inch at a time. Letting it’s coolness envelope her slender figure. She didn’t care if her neighbors saw her swimming naked, she liked giving the guy in the next house cheap thrills anyway.

She’d caught a glimpse of him beating off in his upstairs window while she was masturbating in the Jacuzzi once. He seemed harmless enough. He was about 46, graying at the temples & he was also her mother’s tennis instructor. Since then, when he would come over to pick up her mom, she could see his cock every now & then start to stiffen in his shorts when he would look at Lena. And right now Lena didn’t care if he blew a nut twice. She’d been fucked in every hole by seven men that morning & ripped to shreds by a massive 14″ dick that the most seasoned whore would turn down out of fear. She needed to relax & prepare herself for whatever Rusty had in store for her later. (more…)

Debbie Wilson closed the door to the large house that had been the home to her husband and two young sons for the last four years; she wiped a small tear from her eye. She had just said her goodbyes, which she always hated. They were off for a weekend trip to see her husband’s mother, whom Debbie also hated. While Debbie would always cry when they left, she would cry that much more when they returned.

Debbie finished cleaning off the breakfast table and started a bath. She relished the fact that she could take a hot bath and soak as long as she wanted, without feeling like she was robbing her young sons of their mother’s attention. Debbie had grown up in a broken home and vowed, when she was a mom she would show her children what the word love meant.

Debbie met her husband at work, she was his secretary and sparks flew, even though Debbie knew he was already married. She hated the thought of being the other woman, but she also felt she had found the man of her dreams despite their 20-year age difference. Seemingly she was right, as she had spent the last 8 years in a blissful marriage.

Just as Debbie was about to enter the tub when the phone rang. Debbie’s first instinct was to ignore it, but the thought of her husband and two kids flashed in her head. She slipped back on her robe, which covered her silky black nightie.

“Hello,” Debbie answered.

“Good morning Mrs. Wilson!” A strong voice roared on the other end. (more…)

It was late at night and the Wafflehouse was nearly empty when Amy saw the man come in. He was medium height and strongly built. She looked him over and licked her lips as she went back to clearing the table.

“My god,” she thought “he looks like he could break me in half! And I wouldn’t much mind it.”
The man took a seat at the counter and Amy quickly brought him his menu. “Hi, I’m Amy and if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know.”

He looked up at her and considered the sight: She was young, probably 18 years old? How old did you have to be to work nights here? She was tall and slim with dark hair and eyes. The shape of her eyes and the small pointed breasts pushing against her shirt hinted she was probably half asian. All in all a very pleasing sight.

“Anything you can do for me?” he asked with a teasing grin and a twinkle in his blue eyes.
Amy blushed and turned away, “Well, not like that. But anything else you need” she answered him as she took his order and walked away. She looked back over her shoulder and the guy was gazing intently at her tight ass and her long legs. (more…)

I decided to take my girlfriend out for a romantic dinner to a nice Bistro. We arrive at the venue and are served by a very grumpy waitress (she is young and very attractive though - nice arse & rack). She shows us to our seats and takes our drinks order. She is not so much rude, but lacks any enthusiasm towards customer service or us; she gives us the distinct impression that she is very stuck up.

She returns with our drinks without saying a single word and plops the drinks on the table. She then proceeds to take our meals order with the same dull attitude. We drink our drinks and discuss the events from our day whilst waiting for our meals to arrive. Eventually she brings the meals out and manages to still not say a single word or even a smile. As she is walking off I casually give her the once over and in my mind think that for such a stuck up snobby bitch, she actually has a very nice body. (more…)

For the past several months I had made it a morning ritual to get my coffee at a small café near my house. I was hooked on two things, the caffeine and a sweet young waitress named Jessica. Every morning I took my usual seat by the window, feigning interest in the morning paper while awaiting our encounter. I would steal glances at Jessica as she worked the room, watching as she charmed the customers with her warm smile and flirtatious demeanor.

At first I was just another face in the crowd but as time went on our conversations began to grow. Jessica always laughed at my sarcastic wit and delighted in my appraisal of her morning ’suitors’. She would blush and giggle whenever I remarked about her ‘other men’, teasingly referring to me as her one and only.

I had become addicted to our little encounters and found myself returning to the café in hopes of catching Jessica at the end of her shift. I was convinced she would think I was a stalker but was pleasantly relieved when she took to stopping by my table and sitting to chat. Our conversations always seemed to flow and Jessica never seemed to think twice about opening up to me despite our age difference. (more…)