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My Sisters Best Friend
I've always been good friends with my sister's friends. I've even gotten lucky with a few of them. But none of them really were ever any good in that they were usually inexperienced, but on this night inexperienced was a good thing.
My name is Chase and I was 19 at the time. I came home from hanging out with the guys at about midnight one night, and headed upstairs to my room. To get to my room, I have to walk through the gameroom and past my sister's room. This night, my sister had her friend over, whom I knew, but had not had a real conversation with in probably three years. OMG, did she look good tonight tho. Her name was Kristin and she was now 16, but she could've been 21. They were watching a m "I dunno" I said "I guess we really don't hang out, you know . . . " She agreed and said well maybe we should catch up sometime. I said "Well how bout we put her to bed and catch up" pointing at Kate. I honestly had no ill intentions at this point, but as I would come to find out, Kristin did. I tucked Kate in and shut her door and told mallory to come to my room, I was gonna check my myspace or facebook, whichever one I was using back then. I laid down on my bed and she sat against the far wall. We had a pretty cool conversation for two people that really never talked. Every now and then I would laugh at something I saw on the computer and turn my laptop to show Kristin. Then we would go back to talking and laughing. After a while she asked if she could check her myspace and of course I didn't mind. So she crawled over to the side of my bed to get the laptop. Oops. Alot of guys know that when you can see down a girl's shirt it's really hard to look away. Kristin was wearing a white cami and crawling over to me revealed it all. Suddenly I had ill intentions. Her boobs were bigger than I had previously thought, and I now noticed that she had on no bra. She knealed at the side of my bed and started updating her myspace. We kept talking but suddenly I felt what she had been hinting at the whole time. I felt myself staring into her eyes longer and smiling at anything she said or pointed out on the computer. She felt the same and suddenly it began awkward. She went back to the laptop and my mind raced about what I could say next, but then she broke the ice. "This is hurting my back, scoot over a little bit." "Score!" I thought as I made room for her to scoot in beside my on top of the covers. As she laid down on her stomach and facing the laptop I couldn't help notice how short the cotton shorts she was wearing were. I could make out the bottom of her but cheeks. I had a full hard on now and I think she noticed when I tried to adjust slightly. I could feel her smooth tan legs on mine and everytime we laughed I could feel her snuggle up closer to me. Then it just felt right, we both turned and gave each other a little peck. She stopped and smiled at me and then shut the laptop. She turned off my lamp and pushed me over on my back. She pulled her leg up and threw it over my waist putting her crotch on my hip. We made out in this position for what seemed like hours but I enjoyed every second of it. In mid-kiss she slid her leg back down and bumped my hard on. She suddenly stopped and said sorry. "What?" I said. She asked if it hurt and I said no. "Oh she said" and brought her leg back up across my cock. "That doesn't hurt?" she asked. "No, it actually feels kinda good." "Oh" she said again. We went back to kissing and every now and then she would press her soft leg onto my hard-on sending tingles through my body. After a few more minutes I grabbed her hand and slowly moved it to my boxers. She put her hand on my cock and started massaging it. "Oh yeah, that feels good" I said. We went back to making out and I began playing with her breasts through her cami. I then slowly moved my hand up her shirt and onto her right boob. I could feel her body get chills. She was obviously new to this, but I could tell she wanted more. I massaged her breasts more firmly as she was moving from my cock to my balls with her hand. I then removed my hand and pulled her cami up and off revealing her beautiful c cups with perfect pink nipples. I put my head into her chest and began kissing all over her breasts and nipples. She grabbed the wasteband of my boxers and pulled them down. My cock sprung out and she was stunned for a few seconds having not seen a penis up close before. She grabbed hold and naturally began stroking my cock as I continued to french her beautiful breasts. I then moved my hand down to her crotch and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She came quickly, before I even had a chance to get her shorts off. "Oh my gosh, that feel good. I've never had anyone else do it for me." She wouldn't let me touch her there for a few minutes. I understood. She then asked if she could suck my cock. I told her, you probably don't have to ever ask a guy that question, you can probably just go for it. She moved down and began kissing my cock. Damn, I was in heaven, and Damn was she hot. She then ran her lips up and down my shaft almost causing me to shoot, and then when she moved her hand up and stroked my now wet cock I couldn't hold it anymore and blew my first load of the night. She then to my surprise leaned down and licked up all of my come. I love that taste she said gimme somemore. I can't i replied, that's all i had. "You'll just have to work for it again." "Okay" she said. I then pushed her back and grabbed her shorts and pannies and pulled them down to her ankles and off. I crawled up beside her and laid down and resumed our kiss. I moved my hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. She naturally began breathing harder and instinctively spread her legs. "Oh my god, Chase that feels so good." She kissed me harder and I move my fingers down to her vagina. I slowly began working my middle finger into her and she pushed down onto my finger. I could tell that she had never had anything larger than my finger in her. I found her hymen and began pushing on it with my middle finger. It broke and she let out a small wimper as a trickle of blood covered my hand. "Wait" she said. I stopped with my finger past her hymen to let the pain subside. I kissed her and could tell when she was ready. I began moving my middle finger deeper inside her as she increased the passion in our kiss. I began stroking in and out as she breathed harder. I removed my middle finger and rubbed her clit her a few minutes as she kissed me harder and harder and spread her legs wider. She then pushed me back and leaned over towards me again throwing her leg over my waist. I was still massaging her clit slowly as she moaned into my mouth. I moved my hand lower and began pushing two fingers into her pussy still rubbing her clit with my thumb. She orgasmed again and halfway screamed in pleasure as her vagina was sucking my fingers into her. This time she didnt stop. She kissed me harder and started to pull herself the rest of the way on top of me. We were kissing so hard it was difficult for me to breath but no way was I stopping. She was now on top of me rubbing her clit on my hard-on. I reached around behing her and grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it at her vagina. I pushed up and felt the head of my cock at her opening. She began pushing back onto my cock never breaking our extreme kiss. I slowly pushed up and slid the entire length of my cock into her. We held this position while kissing for probably 30 minutes so she could adjust to the feeling. I then slowly started pulling back and removed all but the head of my cock, and then plunged it firmly into her pussy. She orgasmed again almost causing me to flood her pussy, but I held back. She began to rock her hips plunging my cock deep into her vagina. I began to push back as we still were kissing passionately. Our tongues tossed as I slow fucked the tightest pussy of my life. I then felt it coming and told her to get up quick. She knew what was happening and dove down and took it all and kept on sucking when my come subsided. She kept me from getting soft and probably gave me an even bigger hardon. I rolled over and told her to get on her knees. She did as she was told and I climbed around behind her and shoved my cock into her pussy. She moaned so loud I could have sworn someone would hear. She orgasmed again and collapsed on the bed. After what seemed like an hour of laying together naked she asked if we could try the other way. I asked what she meant and she replied. "You know what I mean . . . back here." as she pointed to her ass. Damn, my mind raced. I had always wanted to but no girl had ever agreed to it. This girl was begging. Sure I said, as if I knew what it was like. She grabbed my cock and started stroking to get it hard again. She then placed those beautiful lips back on mine and resumed our perfect kiss once again. I moved my hand around behind her and started circle her anus with my index finger. I slowly inserted finger into her anus and it clamped down preventing me from going any further. "Sorry, she said It's not slippery like my coochy" "Well we can make it slippery" I said "How" "Lets go get in the shower." Okay she said. So she climbed out of the bed and pulled me by the hand to the shower. She turned on the water and climbed in pulling me along. We again resumed our kiss standing up as she rubbed my still hard cock. I moved hand around behind her and starting probing her anus again but again was prevented from pushing my finger in by her natural reflex and dryness. She stopped to look at me and said well lets do this. She grabbed my hand and poured conditioner into my hand and leaning over slightly poured some down into her crack. Now try she said. I rubbed the conditioner all over my handed and her crack as turned her head to watch. I pushed my finger into her hole and it popped in quickly. Her knees buckled. "Oh my gosh, do that again." I finger fucked her first with one finger and inserted a second as she loosened up. She grabbed the conditioner and reached around behind her and began lubing up my cock as I stood behind her finger fucking her. She grabbed my hand out of her anus and pulled me by the cock with her other hand towards her anus. I pushed and slowly the slippery head of my cock disappeared into her butt. Again her knees buckled and I grabbed her hips to hold her up. She put her hands on the wall of the shower and I began pushing my length into her. In and out, I fucked her ass as she moaned for more. Harder she said. I reached around and finger fucked her pussy with my hand. She orgasmed twice before telling me to stop. She then turned around and kissed me passionately, stopping only to say. "Chase, I think I'm in love with you." I told her the same later that night. Kristin stayed the night three more times in the next 2 months until our secret was revealed to my sister somehow. I've not wanted to be with another girl since. We now live together 4 years later and are soul mates. We are to be married next year.
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The party
The party had been coming to a stop. The few who were still up watched the TV blankly, slowly passing out. Unlike the others I felt wide awake. The guys on the couch sat watching porn while their girls slept by their sides. I got up and headed to the bathroom, walking over and around the sleeping bodies. I stepped to the faucet and washed my face with the cool water. I turned to the hand towel to see her there, passed out unconscious in a si
           I might have been drunk, but I don’t regret the thoughts which I proceeded to act upon. The excitement overtook me, to creep up my spine, I just stood like a dope smiling and looking down at this beauty. I walked over to the door and locked it. Kneeling down I looked her in the face. Her luscious lips waited to be kissed. My moist tongue poked into her mouth.ÂÂ
           She opened her eyes and kissed me back. “Oh Tommy,†she smiled at me. Everything was fine, especially since most people call me Jordan.ÂÂ
           I didn’t respond to her, at least not with words. My hands caressed her shoulders and made their way lower to her chest. I rubbed them slowly as she threw her head around in ecstasy. I took her shirt and pulled it over her head, her breasts bounced out, no bra. My fingers rubbed her nipples, then down her smooth stomach where I tucked my fingers into her pants. She responded with another kiss before she passed out again. I shook her a little but she stayed out of it this time. This didn’t matter to me, I went straight for her pants and undid them. I threw her sandals off and pulled her pants down from her feet. Sliding them past her thighs, knees, ankles, and throwing them to the side. Her pink cotton panties wrapped around her like candy. I placed my hand to her cunt and started rubbing through the thin material. Leaning forward my tongue met her thighs, where I worked my way up. My hands went to her back and made their way down to her ass. I cupped each cheek firmly and gave a little shake.ÂÂ
           My mind thought of only one thing now. I pulled off those panties in one quick movement, exposing those tight lips of hers. As fast as I could my clothes became a pile on the ground, my cock stuck straight out, begging to for that pussy of hers. I came close to her, kneeling just a tad and brushing the tip against her soft mouth. Opening her mouth I inched my cock pass her lips, over her tongue, into her throat. She looked so lovely, sitting naked on the cold floor. I pushed into her throat and pulled out, letting her saliva moisten my rod. I ran my fingers through her hair. I pulled out, her mouth stayed open, tempting me to put it back in. No, I took her shoulders and laid her on her back. I lied down on top of her, where I guided my cock into her shaved cunt. I pushed those lips open, pushing into that wet hole of hers. I started fucking her like mad. Pushing into her, deeper and deeper, pushing her whole body forward against the cold tiles. A soft moan escaped her mouth, along with her whispering the name Tommy. She started panting, her breasts rising up and down. I kept going in and out, ready to explode at any minute. My true mind got the better of me. I stopped what I was doing and looked at this panting beauty. I didn’t want to get her pregnant. I had enough since to pull out of her but not to stop fucking her.
           I flipped her onto her back. I spat on my cock and got it even more juiced up. With my legs I spread hers open. I knelt in between them and took hold of her hips, raising her ass to the air. My hard cock poked her tight little ass hole. I didn’t work my way into it, I just pushed with my cock and pulled her ass with my hand. I squeezed right into that little ass of her. Her face rested on her cheek. She made this odd face, a mix of pain and wonder. I fucked that ass of hers. Pulling that ass into me, feeling the sensation of her warm little hole. The sweat started rolling down my face, falling to her arched back. She started to moan in pain, “Tommy…â€Â This isn’t Tommy, I thought, this is your new fuck buddy.  I felt it climbing through my cock to the head, the need to finish. I started pumping harder and faster, making her face pucker harder.  I pulled her deep into me, far as I could and let my load go somewhere into her body. I lied there a bit out of breath on top of her. I leaned forward and gave her another kiss. No response.
           I cleaned ourselves up and dressed her and my self. Before I left to go out I whispered into her ear, “Can’t wait till next party.â€Â I walked out and found an open couch.
           I looked over to one of the guys who was sitting with their girl watching porn, he now had his cock buried deep into her pussy. I looked at the guy more carefully and I realized it wasn’t her boyfriend but Tommy. “Oh fuck, Tonya. Yeah you little bitch.â€Â
I smiled at his confusion and lied down on the empty couch where I almost instantly fell asleep.
           In the morning Tommy and Tonya were fighting. Tonya says she remembers him fucking her last night. She said, “It would have been fine accept you fucked my butt.â€Â Tonya was like that, she didn’t care who heard what, that’s one of the reasons she turned me on so. She dumped him there and I just smiled. On other news, it turns out that the girl who Tommy mistook for Tonya became pregnant, and she didn’t have a boyfriend and she claims she hasn’t done it in over three months. I felt bad for her, but sometimes you get screwed over, sometimes it happens at a party when you’re passed out.      ÂÂ
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Rape of Jackie
Larry was her step dad and he was a hulking black man. He was a monster compared to Jackie’s mom and had always creeped Jackie out. Larry was just one of the reasons Jackie had always lived with her dad, not to mention her mom was a nut case. Now she was living in his house for who knows how long till she was able to figure out what to do. And to make it worse she had to sleep on the couch since there weren’t any extra beds in the house. She had slept on the couch for two weeks and still there was no end in sight to where she was going to go and what she was going to do. Living with her Mom, Larry, and step brother, David wasn’t too bad. But Larry was still intimidating as hell and creepy. She just figured it was her being paranoid and didn’t think about it really. She thought more about how she was 25, had a mediocre job, and now had no where to live.
Jackie went to sleep tonight knowing she finally had a day off and everyone would be at work and school all day…so it came as a shock when something large and heavy fell across her stomach knocking the wind out of her and a large hand was clamped over her mouth. All she could see was a bald black head next to her face as she heard Larry whisper in her ear “It’s just you and me Jackie, no one will be home for a long time.” It was only then that she could tell that Larry was naked sprawled across her holding her down. She was helpless in his grip, unable to take a deep breath let alone let a scream out. “It’s been a long 14 years watching you grow up. And now that I have you we are going to enjoy ourselves.” With that said he used his free hand to rip the tank top from her body revealing her exposed breasts. He quickly gave a small twist to her nipple causing a squeak of pain to escape through the massive hand covering her mouth. “You don’t like that?” With a smirk Larry did the same to her other nipple eliciting the same reaction. Looking up into his eyes Jackie saw pure lust. She knew what was going to happen to her. Looking down into eyes imploring him to stop and have mercy Larry tried to rip the pajama bottoms from his step daughter. His first try only caused Jackie to jerk to the side violently. On the third yank the bottoms ripped away leaving a black thong and some would be bruises from the violent tugging Jackie had endured as Larry stripped her. Larry looked down at the milky whiteness of his stepdaughter’s body. Her stomach was shaking from the fear and panic coursing through her body. Larry reached down to her panties and started rubbing her pussy. Jackie started to cry through gritted eyes and willed her body to get away. She pushed and struggled against Larry and his weight to no avail. He continued past her panties and invaded her womanhood. He did this for an agonizing long time which was only a few minutes. At this point Larry shifted his weight and Jackie could feel his dick against her thigh. Larry held on more tightly as Jackie struggled once again under him. He quickly made a very quick jab to her stomach causing her to release all the air in her lungs as he released her mouth and leaned into a quick slap to Jackie’s face. “If you don’t scream I am going to hurt you.” Before she could react to this statement Larry hit her again. “Just remember I’m not messing around.” With that Jackie lay under Larry and started bawling. Larry reached between Jackie's legs and ripped the thong away completely exposing her pussy. He pushed her legs apart and positioned his cock before her pussy. “This is how I fuck you mom you little whore.” Larry violently plunged his dick into the fresh pussy below him and fucked away. Jackie cried and closed her eyes turning her head until Larry grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her face forward. “Open your eyes and look at me as I fuck you” After a sharp slap to both her cheeks she opened her eyes and gasped as she saw Larry writhing on top of her. Breathing heavily into her face was making Jackie sick. Having his dick sliding in and out of her was excruciatingly embarrassing and uncomfortable. She couldn’t understand why Larry would do this to her. He was raping her and she couldn’t stop him. She cried even harder when she realized her body had naturally started fucking Larry back. She was involuntarily responding and becoming aroused. Her legs had opened wider and pulled up to her chest more to allow the body on top of her better access. Larry pushed himself onto her more and quickened his pace as he pushed in and out of her throbbing pussy. She couldn’t even cry anymore when Larry pumped into her for the last few times violently plunging into her one last time. She felt his cum fill her deep inside as Larry said “Feels good to cum inside you” Sliding in and out of her one last time Jackie thanked god he was done. Only to have him pull out and position his dick over her lips. As the head was pushed to her lips Jackie accepted the entire length into her mouth. She kept her eyes open to make sure Larry wouldn’t hit her again. She could taste cum and sweat and dirt on the dick in her mouth. She did this for 5 minutes until she could feel the shaft start to harden again. She cringed inside thinking she was going to have this dick inside her again. Speeding up she licked his dick dickhead furiously and pumped her hand up the shaft hoping to make Larry come before he could fuck her again. Before she could even begin Larry pulled away from her face and grabbed her by the arm and waist. He flipped her onto her stomach forcing her onto her hands and knees. Jackie felt even more helpless after being man handled this way. She was completely in his control. She felt his dick against her pussy lips only to feel a finger and spit fall onto her exposed asshole. “Please no! NO NO NO!” “Shut up bitch” And a punch landed against the back of her head causing pain and a second of confusion. “If you yell again I’ll rip you apart!” This growl froze Jackie. She looked straight ahead as more spit and a finger invaded her virgin asshole. After 60 seconds of this she felt his dick at the opening. Slowly her body opened little by little. It was a race for her body to open and allow him to enter so he could eventually finish and get away from her battered body. She willed her asshole to open and allow him entree. He pressed his way in slowly and after a time was in his entire length. Jackie felt stuffed and humiliated as Larry started to slowly fuck her ass. He wasn’t gentle about it and she felt every time he moved inside of her. He had his entire weight on her body as he fucked away. When he came he pushed into her so hard she though he had split her asshole open. Pulling out Larry pulled her back and watched his cum drip out of her gaping asshole.
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Like a Lamb to the Slaughter
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I was 15, and shy, painfully shy. I didn’t wear make up, I didn’t date, I wasn’t a cool girl at school, I was overlooked and friendless. What I did do was raise Suffolk sheep for 4-H. I would show them each year at the county fair. I would train, I could hold my lamb, place his feet, groom him, show him off to his best advantage to win the grand prize ribbon. My dark blond hair would be pulled back and I wore a white tee shirt, white shorts and white sneakers, and that was the uniform of 4-H’rs competing for that grand prize. What was also so My green eyes are my best feature, they are large and thick lashed and so much like my mom’s and she was always complimented on hers. That day or freedom I walked though the fair grounds, past candidates hawking themselves and window salesmen hawking their windows and health groups hawking good health, next to Carnies hawking deep fried corn dogs. I saw him there. I bought my dinner from him. He didn’t pay any attention to me, nor I to him really, I only remember him now because later in the fair week I would see him there watching me and smiling, warning me, enjoying my discomfort, I would later see him shadow the barn and talk with his friends and they’d laugh as I tried to cover the bruises on my thighs by pulling at my shorts, and he would lick his lips and smile. The day I bought my dinner from him he didn’t look at me and I never looked at him. That night was different. When the fair closed after midnight we were all in the barn for the night. I lay on my cot. A few rent-a-cops patrolled the grounds. Too few. And the carnies, who had trailers and a camping area could be heard on the other end of the fairgrounds, laughter, some music, sometimes a yell or a fight, like listening to adults on a camping trip. I drifted off. Maybe at 2 am I woke. I had to pee. I slipped on my flip flops and walked out of the barn to the row of port-a-lets outside about 25 feet from the barn. I was tired and hated the stinky portas, but held my breath and went. When I came out I breathed again and yawned and was about to walk back when a big hand covered my mouth and another grabbed me around waist and lifted me. I kicked and tried the scream into the big hand and tried to put my hands up to pull the arm away when the man carrying me told be to stop moving or he’d break my neck and he yanked my head back hard and it hurt enough for me to believe he would so I did what he told me too. He walked with me, carrying me against his fat stomach and broad chest and I could hear him breathing hard as he made his way to wherever we were going. His breath smelled horrible, he was drunk, and smelled like sweat and beer. He took me to a silver camper hitched to a Chevy truck and kicked the door a couple of times and it was opened, by an older man, who drew back in surprise as the man carried me inside. He locked the door behind us. The man set me on my feet and he held my head and reached his hand towards his friend. “Gimme my knife.” “Shit man, Shit.” Said the older guy, who was maybe 60. A raw boned guy with a scruffy beard and missing teeth. But the man handed his fat friend the knife and the man held it to my throat. “Listen to me bitch. If you make a sound I’ll kill you.” He growled. “You are gonna do whatever I say and if you do I will let you live, but I’ve fuckin’ been to jail for this shit before and I ain’t going back, I WILL KILL YOU.” I was wild eyed but I nodded. He let go of my mouth and I stood there and he moved around to where I could see him in the dim light of the trailer. His friend sat at their filthy table and watched, distressed. “Boy, why you go do this shit,” he muttered low. “I can’t be getting in more trouble, you can’t.” “I don’t fucking know,” said my captor eyeing me as I stood there. “I got done takin’ a piss and heard her and when she walked out I just did. I fucking felt like some pussy and there she was.” I started to groan with fear and he raised the knife and pointed it at me. “I said Shut the Fuck Up!” I bit my lip. “Take off your clothes” he ordered. I shook my head and he raised a fist and I started doing what he wanted fast. When I stood naked in their trailer I looked pleadingly at the old man but he turned away from me, drinking his beer in silence. I looked back at the man who had abducted me and he was rubbing his crotch and smiling. He was wearing jogging pants and a dirty shirt and it barely covered his belly. His hair was long and thing and dirty and he was about as old as my dad. He had hairy arms all the way to his shoulders and he was way taller then the room and had to bend a bit to keep his head off the ceiling. “Git on your knees.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer and pushed me too the ground by my shoulder. I started to cry. He pulled the front of his pants down and grabbed my hair and pulled it towards his stinky, sweaty crotch. “Suck it bitch.” He growled. He smacked the back of my head with his hand and I trembled as I lifted my hand and closed it around the first penis I had ever seen. I had been raised catholic and had no brothers and literally had only seen a penis in drawings in a doctor’s office waiting room in a brochure. It was thick, I couldn’t get my hand around it, and it twitched and felt hot and it smelled bad, like the portalet and he wanted me to put it in my mouth. I gagged as I tried. It was rubbery and sticky goo came from the hole on it’s head and I started sobbing. “Shit man, just get her out of here now.” The old man said and I wanted to run to him for protection but the drunk told him to shut up again and he did, going back to his bottle. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my mouth and I was shocked by how far it stretched my mouth open. He moved my head back and forth as my hands were splayed on his stomach and thigh trying to push away. “Use your tongue bitch, suck it good, yeah…yeah…yeah bitch, he groaned low as his hips moved against my face. I couldn’t breathe and tears streamed down my face as he moved. He got huge in my mouth but then he pushed me backwards and I gasped for air. “Shut up cunt.” He said as he grabbed my hair and I yelped. He threw me on the bed. It was a filthy mattress, stained and hard and I lay sideways on it and he pushed me back on it his hand in my belly, holding me down as he leaned over me. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them so hard I wanted to scream but he whispered, “Shut up, no noise, I mean it, I’ll kill you, shut up and take it slut.!” I lay there as he pinched and mashed and bit my tits, I gasped and sobbed and looked to the other man who watched but did nothing. I thought he was trying to tear off my tits, he slobbered on them and he kissed me, my mouth covered in his spit, my neck, my sore nipples, he moved his large hand down my belly, bruising it too, when he reached between my legs I yelled “No!” and he punched me deep in my tender belly and I almost threw up, and he grabbed my neck. “What the fuck did I tell you bitch? Huh? You want to die?” I shook my head, and he punched my stomach again and I lost my breath. “Answer me…do you want me to kill you? Cuz I will and I’ll still fucking rape you but I’ll kill you too!” I shook my head harder and whispered “no”. and he moved his hand back to my pussy and said “God, I want you, I want to rape you so bad, I want my cock in the tight little cunt so bad.” And he pushed a couple fingers in me and I gasped and struggled but he fucked me with those fingers harder. In and out. Nothing had ever been inside me, I never even used tampons because mom said they were for married women. My legs opened and I felt horrible for the wetness dripping down my butt crack as he continued using me. “Fucking slut you want this don’t you…yeah…yeah…you want a big guy to rape you like this…you want it hard…I got it for you hard bitch…I’m gonna tear you up little girl, gonna make you a slut. Maybe make you a mommy…you want a rape baby bitch?” He laughed and his fingers pulled out of me and he moved his cock until it pressed at my hole. He put his hand over my mouth and I knew what was going to happen and knew that it was going to be more then my promise not to scream would take, and he didn’t let me catch a breath, he shoved his huge, thick cock inside me in one punishing thrust, which pushed me across the bed and lifted me, My back arched and I screamed and screamed and screamed in his hand as he raped me, pounding my tiny pussy in and out like a jack hammer, long strokes that impaled me and made me lose my breath when they reached my lungs and stopped with a punch. He groaned and moaned as he leaned over me like a bull, sweaty and smelly and relentless. I was choking under his hand but my screaming had stopped, I couldn’t scream, I was drenched in sweat like I had come out of the rain and my legs were wide as he opened me up. I could feel the blood I would find there later, leaking from me and he was calling me a whore and slut and groaning the word “yes” as he abused me, raped me, changed me. My head rolled back and forth and I was in agony, and breathing shallowly, panting, moaning and feeling everything. It was like being in a trance…waves of pain, feelings of disgust, and my legs opening wider as he raped me harder. My hips moved under him, against him, letting him hurt me harder and deeper, I was moving with him and he grunted happily I didn’t fight, I let the pain wash through me and I moaned and panted. “Yes baby,” he groaned, “yes…yeah baby…yeah slut…fucking rape slut…yeah…yeah..yeah…ride it baby…you are good…you are made for this…you like it, you do…yeah…yeah.” He complimented me, he was complimenting me as he raped me and I was humiliated and grateful, he was disgusting but my body, my pain, my cries, my reactions made him happy. And I took what he was doing to me, even as I sobbed and hated myself. My cunt grabbed him, spasming, over and over, I was shuddering and panicked, I didn’t know what an orgasm was, I thought I was having a seizure. Finally he exploded in me, I could feel his dick burst glob after glob of cum deep inside my aching, raped pussy. I was weak as a kitten and shaking like a leaf, used and humiliated and scared of all that it was making me feel. He let himself grow soft in me, kneading my nipples, rubbing my belly, telling me I was a good bitch, that I did good and was a good fuck, the best he’d had. He smiled at me and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back and cried. He got up and wiped my juices and blood off his cock with the bed sheet and I lay there and closed my legs and curled up on the bed and sobbed. After a minute or two I opened my eyes and saw him sitting at the table with the old man. Finally the old man got up and walked towards me and I tried to sit up…it hurt but I tried to sit up. I was going to leave finally. The old guy took my outstretched hand had flipped me onto my belly, I cried out in despair. I heard his pants unzip and heard him spit as hot spit hit my ass and he was rubbing my asshole and I tied to get up but he held me down and forced my face down into the bedding. My ass burned as he entered me, the pressure of him forcing his dick in my virgin ass, the pain was excruciating and I screamed anew into the mattress, helpless. I could hear my first rapist encouraging his friend. “Yeah…yeah…that’s what she needs…yeah…fuck her in the ass…yeah…feels good huh?” And the old guy never said a word but he groaned appreciatively. Spitting on me, on my ass as he worked his way deeper and deeper inside me. I dug my fingers into the mattress and screamed and sobbed, not making a sound that could alert a rescuer, afraid I would die, and afraid someone would stop the old man’s attack at the same humiliating time, taking the old man deep inside me the way I took the first man, moving my ass backwards into his assault. Both were using me, hurting me, appreciating me, enjoying me, not ignoring me, raping me. Before he came he pulled out of my ass and shoved his cock, up to the hilt, inside my pain filled pussy and filled me with his cum. I could feel gooey cum running down the back of my legs. The man’s cock twitched in me and he gently rubbed my back and reached around to give my tits, my swollen, sore tits a few squeezes and pinches, then he, reluctantly pulled out and threw me a towel. “Clean up girl…git dressed.” I did as he said. His friend fell asleep at the table and the old guy took me by the arm and lit a cigarette and picked up the knife and walked me out the door. He escorted me silently until we reached the toilets, then he pushed me into one of the stalls and put the knife to my neck and while the other guy was dangerous because he was drunk and angry this old man just looked at me and said. “I been to jail three times for rape. And that ain’t how many times I done it, I did a lot more. I ain’t going back. I did you cuz you were there and the harm had already been done, so I took a turn, that ain’t an apology, you were a great fuck, but you ain’t worth another stretch and I should kill ya, shove you down the toilet hole.” I sobbed, shaking anew. “But I ain’t” He smiled and warned me. “You weren’t a tease or a drunk ass slut, you were just a kid going pee in the middle of the night, so I’m gonna let you live. You ain’t gonna tell. No one. If you do, I got other friends like him and I’ll make sure they find you and finish you. Understand me?” I nodded numbly. And he left. And after collecting myself, so did I. I went back to my cot, It was about 4 am, or almost, and I had to wake in 2 hours. I could barely breathe, and couldn’t sleep, and my body ached and I felt every throbbing ache and when I moved I would catch a sob and gasp. I had been raped and I never would tell and during that fair week I would see him, the old man, and he would nod to me and smile, and I would shiver and could feel my cunt and ass contract painfully and the ache in my bruised stomach knot up, and I think he enjoyed that. I think he liked me, I think he wanted me, I think they both did, they wanted to hurt me, wanted me to feel fear, and pain and their cum inside me. And I was terrified by the feeling that I wanted to feel that again too, I was as much afraid of wanting to be raped as I was of the pain and the uncertainty that I would live through it again. And that’s where things stand now, 7 yrs later.
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More like CAMP FUCK. part 1
Jamie tightened her ponytail and smiled, she couldn't say she was sorry to be here after all. After weeks of begging, her parents had finally convinced her to come to Camp Chukawaka. At age 17, camp was hardly the place she wanted to be spending 2 weeks but as the bus bounced across the pot holes, she began to enjoy the idea of spending some time away from the city. Her parents were traveling to Paris for a romantic get-a-way and the last person they'd wanted to take with them was their daughter but they didn't feel comfortable leaving her at home by herself. Even though she was almost 18, she was after all, their only child; so rather than leaving her home alone for 2 weeks or burdening some other parents with her, they'd dumped her at the camp and excitedly left for Paris.
Jamie stared out the grimy window enjoying the view of the pine trees, the squirrels the birds, and the smell of fresh camp air. Not far off was a clearing which Jamie assumed was to be their camp ground. The yellow school bus chugged along to a stop and an excited mummer filled the bus. The woman who had been sitting at the front of the bus and chatting with the driver the entire trip stood up and began to speak.
“Okay teens, welcome to camp Chukawaka” she said! An applause filled the bus as people laughed and clapped cheerfully, happy to be at the camp.
“I hope you’re as excited to be here as I am, we’re going to have 2 weeks filled with lots of fun. All girl fun” she said
“Yah right bitch” yelled an angry girl at the back of the bus. That same girl had been the one throwing small pebbles at the other girls on the bus.
The lady ignored the girl and continued speaking. “Okay girls, grab your stuff and as you head out the bus I’ll give you a number, that number will tell you what cabin you’re to be in. Once you’re done putting your stuff into your cabins and getting comfortable, meet me back at the camp fire where I’ll introduce you to your camp counselors. ”
Jamie grabbed her duffel bag and sleeping bag and filed out the bus with the rest of the girls, as she got off the bus, the lady smiled at her warmly.
“Welcome, Jamie, we’ve been excited for your coming” she said.
Jamie smiled back as the lady handed her a card with the number 5 on it. As Jamie headed to her cabin, the annoying bleached blonde girl who had been causing trouble the entire bus ride and throwing rocks at the people on the bus began walking beside her.
“Hey, I’m Larissa” she said
“Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Jamie”
“I noticed you weren’t talking to anyone on the bus, so I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re new here like me”
“Yah, you guessed right” said Jamie quickly, trying to keep the conversation to a minimum
“So, which cabin are you in” said Larissa again without taking the hint
“ummm 5, I guess”
“same”
They walked in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before they got to the cabin. Once inside, Larissa claimed the bunk that was isolated from most of the other bunks at the very corner of the cabin. She threw her stuff on the top bunk and climbed to her bed inspecting for anything that she could complain about.
“Take the bed below mine” said Larissa
“Okay” said Jamie uncomfortably.
“I see you’re shy, don’t worry, once you hang out with me, the shyness will melt away like that” said Larissa gesturing with her hands. “So how’d you get stuck at this stupid all girl camp”
“My parents are going to Paris for their anniversary, how about you?”
“My dumb mom felt that I needed some time alone, like I’m gonna get that at a camp filled with a bunch of girls”
Their conversation was interrupted as a bunch of girls headed into their cabin chattering excitedly. There were 14 girls in the cabin including Jamie and Larissa. Jamie stared enviously as she saw that three of skinny blonde girls who looked like super models, probably size 0 or -1. Compared to them, Larissa and her looked obese, which of course they weren’t. At 17, Jamie was a few pounds overweight, but nothing that she couldn’t shed quickly with a few weeks at camp. She had a chestnut colored medium length curly hair which she always wore in a ponytail and large brown eyes with grey speckles close to her pupils. Her eyelashes were long, dark and curly. Her lips were a soft pink peachy color, full and pouty. She was a 38C cup and always hid her luscious curves under baggy clothing. Her ass was round, full and tight and attracted men and women from miles away. Larissa on the other hand didn’t have had bleached blonde hair and large grey eyes. Her chest looked like they'd been blown up like helium balloons and her ass was pert small and cute. Her lips were full, plump and pouty but also large; they were a dark red color. The most gorgeous thing about her entire body was her long sexy legs which seemed consume most of her body. Jamie watched enviously as the other girls chatted comfortably with each other. She wished she could join them but that would just be too weird. The three supermodel girls headed towards Jamie and Larissa smiling gleefully.
"Hey, I'm Shauna, Welcome to Camp. It's gonna be a blast here" said the most beautiful of the three.
"Thanks, I’m Jamie" mumbled Jamie, "so what exactly do you guys do here"
"Oh, you'll see soon enough" said Shauna smiling mischievously.
Shauna and her two other clones glared at Larissa before stalking off to hang out with the other girls. Jamie sighed wishing she were stick thin like the other girls before turning back to Larissa.
“Stupid bitches” muttered Larissa as she glared back at them.
“We heard that!” said one of the Shauna clones, “You are so gonna regret coming to camp you fucking whore”
Larissa rolled her eyes and bounced on her bed her short khaki shorts riding up her legs. She glanced at Jamie’s baggy unstylish blue t-shirt and long grandma Capri pants and grunted in disapproval. “You shouldn’t wear that you know, you’re really gorgeous and you have the curves in the right places, you know you should show it off”
“Gorgeous my butt” replied Jamie. “Look at those girls, now that is gorgeous, and why should I dress up anyway, there are no guys here. It’s an ALL GIRLS CAMP, remember
“If by gorgeous you mean an absolute bag of bones with no chest, no butt, no hips, then yes they are gorgeous and who says there has to be guys for you to strut your stuff”
“What do those girls have against you anyway”?
“Oh, you mean those idiots? I used to go to their high school and they were jealous because I had and still have it all, not meaning to brag” said Larissa laughing shortly. “Anyway like I said, I had beauty and brains and they….well they just have some beauty, they got their high marks by cheating their way and slutting their way through high school. Anyway, your beloved Shauna had a nerd boyfriend and she used to cheat off him in everything, anyway I convinced him to not let her that it wasn’t fair and he agreed. She failed the diploma exam and couldn’t graduate until she slutted her way with some of the teachers, then she tried to convince everyone that I slept around for my marks, stupid bitch”.
“Wow…..”
“Yah, I know, can’t believe we got stuck at the same camp, anyway let’s head to the campfire” as she tied her shirt behind her back exposing an absolutely flat stomach.
Jamie and Larissa arrived at the camp fire later than everyone else but they managed to sneak in unnoticed.
“Welcome to camp Chukawaka” said the same lady on the bus as she handed out marshmallows to the girls. “We have over 52 girls here at camp and there are 26 more coming tomorrow”. The girls cheered as the camp director whistled. “Today, we’re going to start things off with a scavenger hunt. Divide yourselves into groups of four and try to go with people you’ve never met before. The hunt will start after you finish your snacks, each group will get a list of things they need to find and some things they need to do, which ever team completes their hunt first will receive the spirit stick and one full day at the Chukawaka spa. After the challenge is over, you’ll meet your counselors.” The girls cheered again chattering about the spa. “Okay girls, divide yourselves into teams”.
Jamie and Larissa looked around excitedly quickly trying to find two other girls to go with, but all the other girls were already in teams except for two teams which had just three girls. One of the teams happened to be the utterly gorgeous Shauna’s team.
“Looks like we’re going to have to split up, and I’m sorry there’s no way in hell I’m going with those three” said Larissa. Jamie looked at the only friend she’d made in camp so far and walked away from her to join Larissa.
“Okay girls, it’s 9:30pm, the scavenger hunt begins now!” screamed the camp director.
As the other teams ran off excitedly, Jamie watched as her team stayed put.
“I’m glad you’re on our team Jamie, we’re so gonna win this with you here” said Shauna pulling on one of Jamie’s curly chestnut locks”. The other girls surrounded Jamie breathing softly on her neck.
“Shouldn’t we get going, I mean the other girls are going to win and we don’t have much time” said Jamie feeling slightly uncomfortable at their closeness.
“Don’t worry, we get till 12:30 am, I’ve been here since I was 15, the rules haven’t changed, besides, we know where all the stuff are hidden, so just stick with me and drop that bitch Larissa and you’ll have fun here” said Shauna her cold lips just centimeters away from Jamie’s soft peachy ones. “I hope you can keep up during this hunt” said Shauna, and at once she and the clones began running.
Jamie followed behind them cutting swiftly through the trees as she ran out of breath. The three supermodels were in shape and were far ahead of her and they were barely in her visibility range. She groaned as she felt another twig scratch her arm, as she stopped to catch her breath, she saw an abandoned cabin in front of her.
“Come on, Jamie, the first clue is in here, it says on the paper” said Shauna.
Jamie jogged to where Shauna and the rest of the clones stood. “Okay, you go in first, you’re the new one, we’ve all had to do this, no worries” said Shauna smiling mischievously. Jamie shifted uncomfortably but walked in anyway not wanting to look like a coward. As Jamie’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a small bed in the cabin but that was all. She heard the footsteps of the other girls behind her and she heard the door slam.
“Lock the door, Chantelle” said Shauna to one of the clones. From the corner of her eye, Jamie saw Chantelle bring out a key from her shirt and lock the door. As Jamie whirled around she saw Shauna’s cold eyes.
“Welcome to Camp Fuck Bitch, You’re my new whore” said Shauna as she grabbed Jamie by the arms.
Jamie whimpered frightened. “What are you guys doing?” asked Jamie.
The two other girls stood back restraining the struggling Jamie. “You’ll find out soon enough bitch” said Shauna as she grabbed a knife and slit Jamie’s shirt open revealing a black sports bra. Shauna stared at Jamie’s tits a few moments before licking her lips.
“Look girls, this one’s a natural, don’t you just like”? The girls muttered an approval. Jamie struggled as the girls held her down, quite strong for their size. Shauna ripped Jamie’s bra and watched as Jamie’s soft tits bounced free. She licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the long pointy pink nipples and large dark areolas. She began fondling Jamie’s tits enjoying the feeling. Jamie continued struggling, trying to break free.
“What the hell are you guys doing? Stop it, that hurts” protested Jamie as Shauna pinched her tits
“Tie this bitch down” said Shauna.
The clones climbed on top of the bed and grabbed two ropes from the roof and two adjacent walls. They grabbed the struggling Jamie and tied her hands to the ropes on the roof and her feet to the ropes on the adjacent walls. She was now hanging open in the middle of nowhere free for them to do as they pleased. Shauna and Chantelle began sucking on Jamie’s tits biting and pulling, pinching and twisting. They’d never gotten to play with tittes this big and it was heaven compared to their small 36A cups. Marissa, the other clone, ripped off Jamie’s capris to reveal a rounded ass stuffed into black lacy booty shorts. Marissa drooled at the site of sure fine, pale, firm yet soft globes of ass. She grabbed a stick from the ground and began smacking Jamie’s ass while the other girls continued greedily sucking on Jamie’s tits while playing with their pussies. Chantelle grabbed Jamie’s ponytail and began pulling Jamie’s head (by her hair) as far back as she good without breaking her neck, while Shauna continued greedily yet forcefully and painfully biting on Jamie’s tits and nipples. Marissa, on the other hand, was now sucking and eating out the fine plate of ass set before her. Chantelle split apart Jamie’s ass cheeks and began licking in between paying close attention to the asshole. Jamie’s screams of pain echoed through the cabin as the girls continued eating her out but refusing to touch her pussy.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve had some fresh whore” said Shauna.
“And none of our whores had curves like this bitch” replied Marissa greedily
“I can’t wait till we get to her pussy, I bet she’s still a virgin” chimed Chantelle lustily.
“Leave, me alone, please, this actually hurts. This is rape. I’ll do whatever you want” cried Jamie in pain.
“Shutup, whore, you’re already going to do whatever we want” replied Shauna
“Once, I get out of here, I’ll report you to the camp director”
The girls exchanged a knowing look before laughing coldly. “Stuff this bitch” said Marissa
Shauna thrusts her tongue into Jamie’s mouth and began French kissing Jamie. She bit Jamie’s soft lips with her sharp teeth drawing blood. She swirled around her snake like tongue in Jamie’s mouth exchanging spit and tongue fucking Jamie.
“You have the mouth made like a whore” she said as she dug her sharp nails into Jamie’s already sore tits leaving more marks and drawing blood. Jamie’s ass was now plump and red in pain and Chantelle and Marissa smacked, bit, rubbed, and spat on it only stopping to slip more fingers into each others pussies. Shauna grabbed the panties of the three girls and stuffed it into Jamie’s mouth.
“Girls, it’s time for the best part, the pussy”.
The girls licked their lips wolfishly in delight, but before they devoured each others pussies and the pussy of Jamie, they stopped to do their signature French kiss. Their tongues slid of each others as spit dropped to the ground, each of the girls struggling to get closer and closer to one and other. Jamie hung from the roof watching, frightened, circulation cut from her arms and legs. The girls stopped their seven minutes in heaven after about 10 minutes and moved to Jamies pussy. The first was Shauna. She slid on her back underneath Jamie and split apart the pussy lips. She began sucking greedily enjoying the taste of the new comer’s pussy. As Shauna enjoyed devouring Jamie’s pussy, Chantelle knelt in front of Shauna and began eating out Shauna’s pussy. Behind Chantelle was Marissa who split apart Chantelle’s asshole and began licking in between and sticking her fingers in and out to a rhythm. Shauna bit Jamie’s pussy and Jamie’s scream shook the abandoned cabin. Shauna flicked her tongue in and out of the pussy quickly and Jamie’s scream quickly subsided and turned into moans of pleasure. As Shauna’s tongue entered the pussy once more, Jamie felt her pussy contract and she felt a loss of breath as she experienced her first orgasm. As the hot liquid cum hit Shauna, in the face, Shauna felt herself cum, and at the same time, both Marissa and Chantelle also cummed. The moans of pleasure from all four girls quickly filled the cabin. Shauna quickly licked the cum off her face enjoying the bitter-sweet salty taste. Shauna moved from under Jamie and gasped for air, slapping Jamie’s pussy one last time.
“Chantelle, begin with the fingering, this one is still a virgin” said Shauna.
The girls rotated positions as each one took the time to suck out each other’s pussy and slowly finger fuck the new girl as her screams of pain filled the cabin. They decided not to use the dildo on Jamie yet because she was still a virgin, they had a special surprise for her later on. As the girls finished their last fuckings with each other, they left their signature mark on Jamie. By 12:00, the girls quickly put on back their clothes and dragged the exhausted, sex fested, naked Jamie outside. They tied Jamie to a tree and left her naked and gagged making sure her legs were spread out and open for whatever bugs or animals who also wanted to enjoy her pussy. They each spat on Jamie before leaving and hid her clothes so she wouldn’t be able to find it.
“Welcome, to CAMP FUCK bitch, you’re our new whore, oh and your friend Larissa, she’s next” they said in union. They watched as tears slipped down Jamie’s eyes and laughed.
“Come on girls, let’s go find the stuff for the scavenger hunt” said Shauna.
The girls laughed as they ran through the woods gathering their stuff.
“Do you think we tied the knots tight enough” asked Chantelle worriedly
“Duh, what do you think all those years of camp were for? Rope tying and shit for sex slaves of course” replied Marissa.
“The camp director will be so pleased” said Shauna as the girls giggled and ran to join the rest of the campers as they presented their items to the director.
I hope you loved the story, please leave comments, THANKS. Part two will come out when I see some comments.
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Tackling the Tutor Part 2
After the first time Brad had raped her in the classroom during their first tutoring session, Nicci was learning to be more adventurous sexually, allowing Brad to fuck her in the library and even the ladies' bathroom at the school. She had continued to tutor him and he had managed to get at least a C grade in all his classes, enough to keep playing football and be able to accept a college scholarship to play football.
It was the night of a special party for the team, and Nicci had been invited. Brad had asked her to wear her sexiest dress, so she had selected a very tight mini-dress and was wearing no panties underneath. She was already wet and hoped the spot would not show up on the dark dress. Her nipples were stiff and pressed against the thin, alm
When she arrived, Nicci had noticed that none of the other guys had brought dates. She thought maybe it was supposed to be just for the guys and they had made an exception by allowing her to attend. She smiled at the guys but was a little nervous by the way they were looking at her.
"What's going on?" she asked Brad when she finally located him next to the punch bowl. He smelled of alcohol and the punch had obviously been spiked. She was a little apprehensive about dealing with him while he was drunk.
Brad grabbed her ass hard, pulling her close. "We're just going to enjoy some entertainment," he said, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it down. She grabbed it but he had already pulled it down to her waist so her breasts were exposed.
"Brad, stop it!" she said, pointing a finger in his face. But having let one hand off of the dress, she could not stop Brad from pulling it down to her feet. "Stop!" she said, kicking her legs even as she feltone of the other guys come up behind her abd grab her around the chest, pinning her arms.
The young man that held her was huge, obviously one of the defensive tackles on the team. He lifted her and carried her as he stepped backward, turning and pressing her against the wall.
"I see now why you like her so much," one of the other guys said, lifting his glass as if in a toast.
"Go ahead and try her out," Brad said,now downing a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Don't mind if I do," the guy she would later know to be Michael said, unbuckling his pants. The big guy, Moose, and another big guy named Ox held her arms and kicked her legs back so she would be forced to lean forward.
After that became a blur for Nicci as cock after cock was pushed into her love canal and and rammed repeatedly until each member of the team, including Brad, had fucked her and laft her pussy dripping with their man-gravy. She had cummed several times and nearly passed out several times form the trememndous orgasms they had forced her body to endure.
They finally let her go and she stumbled and finally managed to sit on the couch.
"Definitely a great party," Brad said.
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Fantasies can become reality part 1
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The best lessons are learned in school.
"Hey, hey...Jessie..." Jason said trying to get Jessie's attetion in the hall at school.
Jessie turned around with a smile that soon faded as soon as she saw the smile on Jason's face. "I told you already Jason...I went out with you once that's all I want."
"Oh come on, Jess. We used protection. I'm sorry I got you knocked up...but remember I told you I would help take care of it because it's also mine or you can put it up for adoption. But this time if we do fuck you won't have to use protection or worry about getting pregnant." Jason laughed a little. Well if you couldreally call it a laugh at all.
"Jason! What do you think I am! A SLUT!" Jessie said in a whispering yell.
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant."
Jessie gasped and sarted to walk off and Jason ran after he and tried to stop her. She just pulled away from him. "Meet me in Room 225 at 5:30. The school will be empty by then and they leave the back door of the school open." with that said Jessie ran off to her next class without looking back. He stared at her long wavy dark blonde hair all the way down her back and her he nice round ass. She was pretty. 5'7, long thin georgous leggs, 42 D tits, nice abs. She looks really nice today expecially with her short skirt not covering her thong at all and her skin tight shirt showing her belly button and her belly button ring.
Jason showed up 15 minutes lates with a bookbag full of sex toys. Not intended to be used on Jessie though. But he had second thoughts when he found out that she didn't show up on time. Jason was going to wait around all night if he had to. he ended up waiting for 3 1/2 hours before Jessie ended up walking into the classroom.
"Hey...Jason." She walked over to the teacher's desk and sat on top and crossed her leggs so he couldn't see anything. "So what do you want to talk about?"
He walked up to her "You're a sassy bitch!" and he slapped her.
"Shut the fuck up!" She tried to get down off of the desk but then Jason grabbed her wrist and said "lay on your stomach!"
"What the fuck is wrong is with you?!" Jessie yelled.
"I said lay down on your stomach." Jason whispered in her ear as her pulled a small knife out of pocket and put it up to her throat. "Now will you lay on your stomach?" Jason said grinning.
Jessie slowly layed on her stomach. Jason reach down and flipped up her skirt and pulled her pantied around he ankles. He touch he nice round ass. Jason walked over and picked up his bag and pulled out all of this toys. He grabbed a 4 inch round dildo and a paddle. He slowly walked over to Jessie and slapped her ass.
"You fucking bastard!" and she tried to turn over on her back. He put the knife back up to her throat. She stayed on her stomach.
Jason put a finger up Jessie's ass and she started screaming and crying. "Good." He lined up the dildo to her asshole and he took the paddle and started hitting the dildo. Like hitting a nail with a hammer. Jessie was trying not to move but she was screaming and begging him to stop. All he did was laugh. When the dildo was all the way in he pulled out very quickly and he started fucking her with the dildo. FAST AND HARD until she started bleeding.
"For screaming so loud you'll be punished." He took out the dildo and started paddleing her little ass until it turned bright red. He picked her up and he leaned her over the desk and shoved her dick up her still tight pussy. He fucked her pussy until she wasn't so tight. She was trying to scratch his arms and leggs to get him to let her go. He pulled out of her pulled and just just his dick right up her pussy without any warning and pounded her until she got slightly less tight. He pulled out and put her back on the desk. He went down on he and started bitting her clit and she purposly pissed on him. He got up slappd her twice and bit her clit so hard until you could see his teeth marks in her clit. Then he slammed her fists into her and contuined until she losened up so his fists barely fit. He slapped her one last time and grabbed his things and left.
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Wrong Informant
Wrong Informant
By No_Limit
The advantage of being a young woman was obvious, even to Stephanie. Though the 2 years young Reporter often was suffering from doubts, she knew that men always…often…wanted to please her. This skill, though naturally given and not earned, was used by her whenever she wanted to get information from her various sources. This skill, this natural talent also let the young woman know, that informants were true to her. They, coStephanie’s chief editor, Mister Welsh, did not mind how she got her information; he only wanted her to continue his best horse in the barn. And she was…though young in years, the too innocent looking, young woman, was as though as her older co-workers. Whenever she got to know about something that would catch her interest, she did everything, literally everything, to unravel that mystery. As she did this time…
Stephanie had heard that John Syne, a member of the Judicial Council, had been a little too interested in the wellbeing of children. Indeed, rumors had it, that Mister Syne kept visiting under aged hookers though his wife Sylvia knew about her husbands preferences and had threatened to go public. This on the other hand was something that John Syne would not want to happen. She would get the attention and their two daughters and, not to mention, a good share of his private assets. And so, as more rumors had it, John Syne hired a private killer who would get rid of a wife that would ruin John Syne’s career.
Misses Syne died last Monday in a traffic accident.
This fare the police had not been able to verify that Mister Syne was involved in this early good bye to life.
But there was a voice on the phone… a man that somehow had gotten hold of Stephanie’s private phone number. And this man said that he would have proof that the well respected Mister Syne of the Judicial Council had been responsible for his wife’s death.
Of course Stephanie had asked him for proof that his accusations were more than…well accusations. But her asking had not thrown the mysterious man of balance. He had given her names of Assistants to other Members of this Council who knew a little too much for Stephanie’s taste. She had already spoken to them and they had been a little to eager to get rid of the young Reporter. And this voice, this man on the phone, knew about them…
„What do you want? Where can I meet you Mister…?!“
„I want that Bastard behind bars. He…,“ silence, „…got my little sister into this mess.“
Stephanie, who always suspected foul play, had been fully awake by then and knew that she had to get the feeling that this unknown source, this man, had honest motives to provide her with the information. Otherwise she would be on a wild goose chase…
„He fucked her…alright. He fucked a twelve years old girl. Is that motive enough for you? Don’t you believe me?“
His voice had been thick with tears and Stephanie believed him.
„Alright Mister…I’m sorry. But…do you want to give me more information?“
„Yes. Yes I will. In fact I’ll give you documents and photos. A friend of my sister took some pictures… of him and…and…my sister.“
Stephanie nodded.
„Fine… Where can I meet you Mister…?“
He hesitated for a moment and Stephanie was hoping that he did not get cold feet in the last second. This was almost too good to be true…and she would do anything to get hold of those photos…
„Alright… You will meet me today…at 1 p.m. where I live. It’s you wants to get hold of this…and you will leave your world for this.“
Stephanie did not know what he was talking about for a moment…but when he told her the location of their meeting she knew it perfectly.
They would meet in the worst part of town. A part of town where only the hopeless and stranded minds of society lived… they would meet in the slums of this city.
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It was a hot and dry day when Stephanie drove to their meeting point. She had a knot in her stomach and a very dry throat, and she knew that those symptoms came from the fear she felt. She was tough, she was young and she was what many people would consider to be off a very innocent beauty. Though she certainly did not want to be judged only by her appearance, Stephanie was from this world. Sometimes good looks gave you the advantage, and sometimes it made you a prey. And going alone, unarmed and with only the toughness of a 24 years old Reporter into the slums was certainly going to become a very dangerous situation. Young, white and beautiful women were uncommon and in danger in that part of town. But Stephanie knew she had to go there; this story smelled like her breakthrough. She would step up on the ladder of success. A smile crept over her young face, and even the fine layer of sweat that covered her body and made her expensive silken blouse stick to her body, did not diminish her looks. Yes, she would meet that guy, would get the photos and tonight the papers printing machines would made her a star.
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After the blue Pinto had taken the exit, and after it had found it’s way through run down streets, after the young woman behind the steering wheel had fought her fears quit unsuccessfully, it came to a hold close to a ruin.
Stephanie double checked the address and a frown appeared on her forehead when she left her car. She suddenly felt incredibly insecure though she couldn’t see anyone with her on that street. The air was hot and Stephanie felt like she was standing in front of a working hairdryer when her short, dark blonde Hair was blown out of her face.
„Here we go…,“ her heart was beating fast and loud, „…time to become a star.“
The frown deepened when she looked up and saw the house number.
Yes, this was the right address…
No fear, no fear, no fear…
She walked over to the ruin…and when Stephanie stepped into the shades of the house, when she crossed the line between sunlight and an unknown future, her heart was beating faster.
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„Hello?!“
Stephanie took the stairs towards the cellar since she thought she had heard something down below. Light shone through huge holes in the wall and the young Reporter saw dust dancing through the air even when she had reached the cellar…or what was left of it.
„Hello…someone there?!“
The lower part of the foul smelling, otherwise dark building seemed to have been hit by a meteor or something equally massive since at least half of the walls had gaps and holes. And…oh, there was a shadow…moving.
Stephanie’s heart was racing now; sweat covered her slim body and she felt like someone had started strangling her. Maybe it had not been the brightest idea to come here…unarmed and…dressed like she was.
Why the hell did she choose this blouse and those wide, cotton pants…? She looked like a rich girl from uptown…
- I am a rich girl from uptown….-
„Hello?“
The voice made her freeze on the spot. Her heart would come out of her mouth any time now.
„Yes? Is it you…Mister…!“
She did not even have an idea how she was supposed to recognize her informant.
„Good Reporter…oh yes…“
„Misses…are you the Reporter?“
Her heart slowed down.
- Good God… -
„Yes…where are you?“
The next moment a huge and muscular black man with a shaved head came around the corner and the Reporter’s heart stopped beating for a moment.
„It’s me…don’t worry,“ he held out a hand and on his face the young woman could see that he meant it, and so she let down her guard…
„I’m glad you came,“ she smiled while she walked over to the man, and „You have the material with you?“
He nodded and suddenly an expression changed his face into something else. Stephanie did not know what to make of it until his smile broadened and he made a gesture into the direction he had just come from.
Three men appeared…and they had prisoners.
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„Please…let my sister go…please.“
These three men were built like the first man: Muscular and tall.
And when Stephanie saw one of those three men pulling a young girl along with another man into the half-destroyed cellar, she instantly knew that she was in deep trouble now.
„What…what is this?“
The four men, dressed in Jeans and dirty T-Shirts, formed a circle around the young Reporter. Two of them held each a prisoner and they pushed them to their knees.
„We heard you are sticking your nose into things…Missy!“
Stephanie knew that somehow John Syne had gotten wind of her research and she also knew that those Gangsters had been hired to stop her from doing her job.
„This isn’t going to work, you know.“
„What do you mean Missy?“
She was frightened to her bone, being alone in the Slums, being unarmed and surrounded by men who could easily snap her neck with one hand and leave her do die.
„Well…I am not going to stop my work, you know. Your Boss will be held responsible for his perverse needs.“
The leader of that group of black men shook his head.
„Well, what makes you think, Missy, that we let you do that?“
There he had a point. What could she do? If she had been reasonable, if she had just told them to stop investigating…maybe they would have let her and the other two „prisoners“ go…
But, of course, Stephanie had been strong and eager and so tough…oh yes…
Someday it would be her undoing…
Maybe this day had come already.
„OK, I think you are right. Maybe I should stop my investigation.“
The man smiled and row of bright white teeth were revealed.
„Well, maybe you should…Missy. But not before we told you a lesson.“
- A lesson…Oh God…-
What would they do to her? Would they beat her up…
Stephanie gulped away some saliva.
„What lesson would that be?“
The leader nodded towards one of his friends, and that other man put a knife at the young girl’s throat.
Instantly her brother started crying.
„Please….let my sister go…I will not give the Reporter anything.“
The man with the knife started laughing.
„Too late…“
„He is right, you know, Missy, it is too late for that.“
„But what do you want from me?“
Stephanie went backwards, only to be stopped by a crumbling wall. It felt cool and also final to any escape attempt.
„What we want from you?“
„Yes…“
Now he held his head back and started laughing.
„Why don’t you come into the midst of our circle here, and we will tell you, Missy, what you are going to do in order to stop my friend here from killing that little hooker.“
Again she gulped away saliva and slowly, on shaking knees, Stephanie went into the middle of that circle of Gangsters.
„Now, get down on your knees.“
Stephanie wanted to say ‘No’; she wanted to scream, wanted to get as far away as possible from here, but somehow her shaking body had a mind of its own:
She went to her knees.
- Oh God…they are going to execute me…oh God… -
The leader left the perimeter of the circle and came towards the Reporter; he stopped right in front of her so that Stephanie had a good look at his groins. And all of a sudden she knew what lesson they would teach her.
„No…,“ she shook her head, „no, please…I…“
The huge, black man opened up his pants and pulled out one huge, fat penis that got erect the moment it was out of its confinements.
„No…,“ again she shook her head and looked up at the man. Tears of fear and frustration filled her eyes and now she wasn’t so tough anymore, „please don’t let me do this. I’ll stop writing; I’ll stop doing this…I…!“
He did not say one word. Instead he grabbed her short hair and pulled Stephanie closer while he stepped forward…
A huge, brown penis entered Stephanie’s mouth.
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„No…,“ she sound came out mumbled.
Stephanie wanted to crawl back, wanted to get this cock out of her mouth, but the man held her tight; his fingers pulled on her short hair and more tears shot into the Reporter’s eyes.
„You stay, Missy…!“
She did not to anything…
For a moment though Stephanie thought about biting his penis off…but she had to dismiss that thought instantly. If she bit him this seriously, she knew, she was going to die. But what was she supposed to be doing? She couldn’t just give this rapist a blow-job…or, could she?
„You suck my dick, Missy…is that understood?!“
And his grip in her hair got tighter…
„Ohhhh…!“
„You suck my dick, or this little girl will die…!“
Stephanie heard the girl and her brother screaming. They had done something…
What was she supposed to be doing?
- I cannot…Oh God…I cannot suck this penis…it is so revolting…so terrible… -
But Stephanie closed her lips tightly around the big, brown penis and started sucking.
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The man groaned and sounds of satisfaction were flowing over his lips while he still held her by the back of her head. He even supported the blow job by pulling her closer and yanking her away. His lower body moved back and forth…his huge cock filled Stephanie’s mouth and sound of wetness, sounds of sucking and heavy breathing filled the half destroyed cellar. Stephanie had never been keen on sucking on a man’s penis; she had only done it a few times for lovers. She had done it, because she loved those men dearly, and each time she had to throw up after the blow job secretly. The feeling of something living in her mouth, the touch of the penis tip against her throat was just disgusting. And here she was, a rape victim, kneeling in a cellar in the Slums, giving a Bastard a blow job.
And she knew, she had to finish it, though the urge of vomiting grew by each and every sucking.
She was almost out of breath and she kept on moving back and forth, transforming her mouth into some sort of vagina since she had closed her lips very tightly around this black man’s penis.
After a minute of heavy breathing, crying and shaking, Stephanie grabbed the huge cock with her right hand and supported the blow-job with it.
But the man took her wrist and pulled the hand away from his cock…
„No help Missy…you suck and move back and forth,“ he muttered under heavy breathing…and Stephanie, the rough Reporter, the innocent looking girl that had the nickname „Bambi“ because of that innocent look…kept sucking on the cock.
Minutes passed and the taste of urine and old sperm had already made her tongue numb when she felt a difference…
He still kept on pulling her head close…kept on pushing it away while his body fucked her head…
She still made sucking noises, and saliva kept on drooling over the cock…
She still shook in fear and disgust…
She still heard the other men…and the brother and the sister…
But Stephanie knew that his orgasm was imminent.
A shaking in his cock…and difference in his breathing…
„Yes…oh yes…good girl…yeahh….!“
Tears were flowing down her soft cheeks…
- God, help me… -
And a huge amount…
A wave…
A flood of hot, foul tasting sperm shot out of the Guy…and spilled into Stephanie’s mouth.
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He let go of her and so his wet cock slipped out of Stephanie’s mouth while she fell back on her butt. Sperm ran out of the corners of her mouth and she started groaning. Instantly the man, who had just been satisfied, was down on his knees…
He grabbed the young Reporter by her throat and his face came so close, that Stephanie wanted to back off.
„Don’t you dare spitting my juice out, Missy….!“
„I…,“ she started while more Sperm left her mouth.
„You swallow it, Missy…right now…,“ and the grip around her throat became even tighter.
Tears were running down her face and Stephanie looked at the man with pleading eyes.
- Please, don’t make me do that…I cannot…-
She did not say a word, but even this man could understand what she meant.
„Swallow or die!“
The expression on his dark face allowed no doubt. He would kill Stephanie on the spot if she refused to swallow this huge amount of sperm…
And so Stephanie, who could barely see him due to the tears in her eyes, gulped away the Sperm.
She swallowed it and it ran down her throat while she kept on fighting the urge to spit in out.
Stephanie lay helpless on the dirty cellar ground, gasping for air, crying and moaning. She had been raped…
And those four men started laughing. They came closer, circled her and looked down on the young Reporter. She felt humiliated, she felt violated and she hated that Rapist as well as her Informant and his sister.
Hadn’t it been for him and that girl, she would have probably gotten out of this without the blow-job…without the rape. But, now…
Yes, what now? What would they do to her now? Would they let her go now?
„Good girl…good girl.“
The leader had already packed away his cock and bent over Stephanie. He then grabbed her left breast with his left hand and pressed his fingers hard into the warm flesh.
It hurt like the fires of hell.
And Stephanie had to scream her pain out…
The cellar was filled with sounds of pain while the man went to his knees (between her legs) and grabbed her other breast as well.
He started knitting, started pressing her firm breasts against Stephanie’s chest, started pressing them together while his fingers dug deep…as deep as possible into them.
The expensive silk of her blouse send ripples over her chest and caused a tingling sensation that was instantly covered by the pain his knitting caused.
The Reporter was screaming loudly and her slim body moved from side to side in the dirt of the cellar.
It was pretty obvious that those hired Gangsters weren’t over with Stephanie, but she had no chance to think about it. Would they let her go…or would they do more? The young woman had no chance to think because of the overall pain in her breasts. The man seemed to like what he was doing. He liked her having pain…he liked being in control over a girl that was weak. Even to him the name of „Bambi“ came instantly when he saw her…laying in the dirt with a face that was so innocent, so beautiful…so not like the tough Reporter she pretended to be. He was in charge, he was in control…
She had given him a blow-job…
And God, had she been good. Oh yes…
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If she ever survived this rape, Stephanie was sure, even in the pain she felt, she would have black spots all over her breasts. He did not care about her, he did not mind her pain…he was torturing her for something she did not do.
„Please let me go-o-o-o-…it hurts so much…please!“
And then, all of a sudden, the man let go of Stephanie’s breast He withdrew his hands, and his chest was still moving heavily when he looked down on the crying woman in pain.
„Good, Missy…good…!“
The Leader went up and stepped over her legs.
„Now…get up, Missy…get up or we will kill the girl.“
The pain went away slowly…and Stephanie found her breath again while she still lay on her back. She blinked away her tears and looked up into the faces of smiling Gangsters.
„On your feet Pussy…now…“
When Stephanie did not do this as fast as they needed her to do that, one man came closer and he kicked the Reporter in her right side…
The heavy boot almost broke her rips…
And again the young woman was screaming out in pain. But she got no chance to think about what was going to happen. The Leader grabbed Stephanie by her blouse and pulled her up on her feet. He then pushed her as hard as he could against one cellar wall…
The winds were hit out of her lungs and a long and painful moan escaped the young Reporter’s mouth.
The man came closer…and when his face almost touched Stephanie’s face she could see into his eyes and all she could see there was the will to cause her pain.
Again he grabbed her breasts; this time he started knitting them softly…his thumps were rubbing over her erect nipples while a bright, white smile transformed his face into that of a man who knew he was in power.
„You know what we’re going to do to you, Missy?!“
She blinked away some more tears and shook her head.
„No…,“ she whispered.
„We are going to…,“ he let go of her right breast and pushed one hand between her legs…, „we are going to fuck the hell out of you.“
All hope went away.
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„Hey…,“ the leader looked over his shoulder and the man who had kicked Stephanie into her ribs came closer.
„Yeah?“
„Wanna fuck her?“
The man smiled and pushed the fingers of his right hand through his thick, sweat drenched hair.
„Yeah!“
The leader smiled again and let go of the young woman’s breasts; he stepped back and made a gesture that would tell his friend that he could do what ever he wanted.
Stephanie was out of breath…she looked to the leader, looked to the other man and felt like someone was strangling her.
„No…,“ she whispered, „please don’t rape me.“
She knew there was no way those men would stop the rape…
And the man with the thick hair came closer.
He put his hands on her breasts and started massaging them too.
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The young woman stood in the dusty and warm cellar of a half destroyed house in a bad neighborhood with her back to a wall. Her face was distorted to a mask of pain and disgust while a sweating, towering, muscular man kept massaging the young woman’s breasts. She held on to the wall like it was her last hope of getting out of this nightmare. The man came closer and kissed the young, white woman on her trembling lips.
Stephanie felt his tongue entering her mouth and instinctively she wanted to turn her head away. She tasted him and the taste let her throat go tight.
„No…,“ she whispered unable to follow her instincts.
The dark man kissed her loudly and let his tongue wander over her teeth while his large and strong hands kept on pressing the firm breasts of a young Reporter.
The other men stood around the rich girl and their friend. They were watching the rape like they were consuming a movie. Even the so called informant, now pushed to his knees, couldn’t suppress a certain arousal.
The Rapist kept on pressing the breasts….together, against the chest, causing as much pain as possible…until….
Until he finally let go of his victim…
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Stephanie could breath again…she drew in dusty and stale air…blinking away tears, trying to ignore the pain in her breasts. Was it over? Would they let her go after they had violated her…after she had sucked…after…the pain in her chest?
The man, equally out of breath, took Stephanie by her shoulders and pulled her around. She had to go backwards and almost fell over a stone that hit her heard at the back of one foot.
„No…“
The man grabbed her shoulders harder and somehow he seemed distracted. He pulled her to a stop and let his large, brown hands wander up and down her arms.
„I like your blouse, Pussy. Expensive stuff…right!?“
She did not answer, just looked at the man through eyes that were swimming in tears. The pain in the chest did not subside and the shear realization that she would probably get fucked by all of these creatures made her stiff and without any joy in life. She would not get out of this…
Finally her famous reporter instinct had put Stephanie in fatal danger…
Would they kill her afterwards? Would they kill her if she said „No“…?
The later seemed to be very realistic. And so Stephanie knew that she had no power in her hands; if they wanted to fuck her she would have to endure the fuck; if they wanted to have more blow jobs…she…
Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment before she opened them up again and looked into the tall man’s face.
„Yes…expensive. It is silk.“
He nodded and somehow he looked like a man who knew what expensive meant; like he was an aficionado in the field of expensive cloth. He looked at her, let his eyes wander up and down and then he smiled.
„I never fucked a girl this rich.“
More tears came flowing out of her eyes and she started shivering; her knees became weak and she was about to fall to the dirty ground when the black man grabbed her shoulders again and yanked her to her feet again.
„Now...,“ he moved the sobbing, young woman across the cellar towards a pile of rubbish. There the man let go of her, walked over to another corner, grabbed something and returned to his victim while his friends and the Informant, who looked like he feared for his life, came closer. Stephanie blinked away some tears and saw that the large guy held up two sacks in his hands. They were filled with something, obviously soft, and seemingly light, since the mans muscles weren’t hard. He came closer and placed them on that pile of rubbish before he returned to the young Reporter.
He placed his hands on her shoulders again and started caressing her lightly.
„God, this blouse really turns me on, Honey.“
The other men started laughing.
„Honey!“
„You should marry that bitch.“
He grinned and his hand moved upwards and then over her chest...until he grabbed her breasts again.
Stephanie flinched, she anticipated pain...was already on the verge of fainting out...but he did not squeeze them hard this time.
Instead he started massaging them lightly...
His thumps were rubbing over her erect nipples and the grin on his face became wider and wider while he was watching the girls face.
Stephanie kept on sobbing while she felt as helpless as she could be. What was she supposed to do? What could she do? What?
He pressed on and moved her closer and closer to those sacks on top of the rubbish.
Stephanie turned her head, looked over her shoulder and then already felt her legs touching something hard. She fell over and finally lay on top of those sacks on top of the rubbish. She felt the heat, smelled the sweet smell of decaying something and knew that he would do it...he would rape her...fuck her...
„Oh God...,“ she shook her head.
„Yeah, I am God...and God is going to fuck you to hell, Honey.“
And only one second later he shoved his fingers underneath her belt buckle and opened it up. The button followed...the zipper next...
„Yeah, pull down her pants...!“
„Pull down her panties...“
„Let us see her Pussy!“
„Yes, we want to see the whole...the pink whole...we wanna see how wet she already is.“
The first man, the man who had gotten a blow job from her, cam over and bent over Stephanie’s face. He placed one hand on her sweaty forehead, caressing her...
„That’s what one fine young Reporter gets when she sticks her beauty nose into things she’s not supposed to do.“
Stephanie looked up, blinked away more tears, and felt her heart thundering in her chest while the second Gangster pulled down her pants. Her eyes went wider and her breathing became almost asthmatic. Stephanie dug her fingers into the filthy sacks underneath her shivering body when her tormentor yanked down her champagne colored silken panties. The young women physically felt the exposure, felt those eyes wander up and down her body.
„Please,“ she shook her head, „please don’t do it...please don’t rape me...please!“
The man stood up again and placed his rough hands on her knees...and slowly he pressed Stephanie’s legs apart.
„Time to fuck the hell out of you, Hooker!“
He released her legs again, only to pull down his own pants...
And when Stephanie lifted up her head she saw his brown cock rising and finally pointing towards her. She saw that it was huge...long...broad...and she knew it would hurt. She was dry...not aroused at all...
She was afraid to die...
She was afraid to get raped...to get fucked...
And if that man stuck his cock into Stephanie’s vagina, she knew, it would hurt as hell.
And again he pressed he thighs apart...exposing Stephanie’s vagina to his friends.
„No...,“ she shook her head, „no...“
He grabbed her pelvis since she wouldn’t be able to close her lap any way at all. He stood between her legs and when he bent forward, the tip of his massive cock touched the lower end of her silken blouse. And that was what the man liked even better.
„God...this blouse...“
He let go of he pelvis and...again...grabbed Stephanie’s breasts. He held them tight and while the young Reporter expected him to press them down again the rapist pressed the tip of his cock between her vaginal lips...
Her head came up and her eyes widened again...her breathing stopped and she shook her head for a moment before she lay back again.
The pressure increased and he implied even more pressure...till his huge, brown penis entered Stephanie’s tight, reddish vagina.
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The world stopped turning for one moment; Stephanie felt the cock sliding into a tightened vagina, felt the cramps and felt the awful truth: He fucked her, he raped her. And she knew this fact of life would never be changeable again. If she lived to be a hundred, she would still live with the knowledge, that one time, a black man had fucked her against her will.
But the young woman did not get much time to think about the truth in life. Her tormentor started what seemed to be the fastest fuck in human history.
He held on to her breast, pressed his fingers rather tightly into them, and fucked the Reporter hard and very fast. And all the time his friends kept on chatting about it, kept on laughing and watching the rape rather fascinated.
Stephanie’s body was shaking and was moving up and down the old sacks. Each time he withdrew his penis from her body, she was sure she would slide down to the ground. But the man held her with his pelvis and his hands that would not get off her breasts. Indeed his fingers kept on pressing into the firm flesh, knitting, massaging and rubbing over them and the expensive silken fabric he liked so much.
She closed her eyes and tried to get a hold, tried to press her fingers into those sacks while she was being raped.
The other had come closer and stood in a half circle around their friend and the young Reporter; they were almost speechless…and enjoying the rape.
Again and again his pelvis moved forward and again and again his huge, dark cock entered Stephanie’s vagina. It entered a vagina that hurt like the fires of hell; it entered a vagina…tight and cramped.
The girl pressed her eyelids even tighter and salty tears came running down her soft cheeks. He fucked her…and after a while his fast and hard movements became slower. He was exhausted and he knew that he was about to get what he wanted. And even Stephanie felt that it was about to happen…
- I’m a rape victim…I’m a rape victim… -
And in a final thrust of the man’s penis into Stephanie’s vagina a flood of white and slow running sperm shot out of the black man…into the young and fragile Reporter that had had high ambitions. Her ambitions had brought Stephanie into this dusty cellar in the worst part of town. Her ambitions had let her here where she was being raped.
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Sounds of exhaustion filled the hot room and were mixed with sounds of joy and laughter. Sounds of pain could not be heard, not because they weren’t there…but, because the other sounds of power over a beautiful, young woman were much louder. They had control; they could do whatever they wanted to do. This girl, this Reporter was like a sex-toy to them and they would have their sex no matter what.
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The man stepped back; his hands slid down her body, let go of her hurting breasts. He pulled his weakening cock out of the throbbing vagina and started laughing. His laugh was the laugh of a man who could do anything he wanted. He had his orgasm…he had fucked this girl. He had knitted her great breasts…had touched this incredibly sexy fabric…this silk that had made him even hornier. He let his satisfaction out by groaning and smiling at the same time.
“This bitch was great…Oh my God, what a fuck.â€Â
The man who had been given a blowjob came closer and bent over the still crying girl.
“How was it for you Baby? Still horny?â€Â
Stephanie opened her eyes and looked into his sweat covered face. She felt numb, she felt weak and she felt like she did not care if they would kill her on the spot. Stephanie’s body was shaking in pain and when her fingers let go of the sacks, she slid down to the dirty cellar ground.
Her rapist stepped back and the other men bend over her…trying to figure out how this reporter was reacting, what she was doing.
The girl lay on the ground; her beige colored, wide pants lay around her ankles like a snake, her panties on top of them. They could see her pubic hair and when they went to their knees, they could see her vagina. They saw the blouse that the second rapist had been so fond of, and they saw a young woman crying in pain.
Somehow she did not care anymore what those four black men would do to her. Somehow it did not matter if they killed her…
All there was was the pain…pain that filled her head, filled her body and filled the whole room. It filled Stephanie’s world, her very existence. And, all of a sudden, an image popped into her mind. She remembered them…her informant, a man who was kneeing close by. And his sister…yes, his sister, another girl…
The young Reporter opened up he eyes and began sitting up. She looked up, into those smiling and still brutal faces of a gang of black men. Two of them had already been pleased by her…
Two of them had raped her, had destroyed her life.
“Come, Bitch, get on your feet.â€Â
Before Stephanie could grasp a thought, an idea, strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet.
There she stood…her pants and panties still between her feet. There she stood…raped and bruised…humiliated.
“Please,†she sobbed, “let me go. And…,†she pointed towards her informant, “…and let them go as well.â€Â
A third man, shorter than the first two, but with a huge belly, came closer.
“Why do you care?â€Â
“Because…,†she felt weak and almost collapsed. But they held her…â€Âbecause…â€Â
Before Stephanie could say another word the shorter man (he was about as tall as she was) hit her square in her face.
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The world exploded in a very bright light. She saw his angry face like an afterimage and went down to the ground again. But before she had found control the man kicked her hard into he stomach and blood shot out of Stephanie’s mouth. She screamed and tried to roll back; she tried to get out of reach. That was when strong hands grabbed her again and pulled her up. She then was pressed against the wall close to the pile of rubbish and sacks. The man came closer…
“Get her pants and stuff off…â€Â
The other men grabbed the Reporters legs and only seconds later they pulled her pants and her panties over her feet. Her shoes followed and now she only wore the blouse that still covered her breasts.
“You will not care about anything…anymore…bitch.â€Â
He grabbed her throat and again white light filled Stephanie’s head. She tried to breathe; she tried to stay conscious…
“Now…Honey…do you know what’s going to happen next?â€Â
She blinked away her tears and somehow wondered why he had reacted so drastically about her words. Why would he mind if she cared about the Informant and his sister?
“Do you?â€Â
She shook her head a little…
“No…â€Â
He then smiled at he and his nose almost touched hers.
“You filthy daughter of a bitch…you will learn what it is…to suffer.â€Â
She looked at him, her eyes wide, her beautiful face covered with sweat, and she knew that it wasn’t over yet.
And before Stephanie could think he started unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly and with wet and shaking fingers, the Rapist revealed more and more of her upper body.
Stephanie’s mouth was wide open and she did not know why…but it felt like the exposure of her breasts would start the real deal.
Finally the last button was pressed through small hole and the shorter man grabbed her shoulders. His fingers slid underneath the silk and he pulled the blouse down.
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Stephanie, the young and ambitious Reporter, stood naked in a hot and dusty cellar. Everyone’s eyes were fixated on her slim and seemingly perfect body. The shorter man did not approach her promptly, and the young woman did not know what she was supposed to do. Instinctively her left hand covered her vaginal area though she suddenly realized that this gesture was incredibly ridiculous. Now that she had already been raped…now where sperm was dripping from her vaginal lips…
Her vision got dimmed by more salty tears and her legs wanted to give in. It was like her knees suddenly had turned into pudding and the air had become milky. She groaned and stumbled backwards, where her back met the bricks of the wall. She wanted to get to her knees…
“Oh God…please let me go…please.â€Â
The shorter man stepped forward again and grabbed the young woman by her arms again. And again he yanked her to her feet and moved his nose closer to her nose.
“Come, Honey...time to teach you another lesson from the Karma sutra.â€Â
He pulled her across the room and all of his friends (as well as the Informant and his sister) stepped aside.
Stephanie then could make out one old oven…rusty and massive. What would he do to her? Would he burn her?
But no, this was ridiculous as well. He wouldn’t…or would he!?
He pushed the woman forward and Stephanie hit the oven with her stomach. She groaned even louder and her fingers grabbed the opposite edge of the old and rusty oven. And when the shorter man started groaning she turned and saw him laughing.
“Already in the right position Honey… You really want it…do you!?â€Â
He did not let her think and grabbed her pelvis with two strong hands from behind. And at this moment the Reporter knew what he would do to her.
“No!â€Â
She yelled that one word in complete panic. He simply couldn’t do that to her….it…
It was something animals would do…
“No,†she repeated.
And he let go of her pelvis.
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The relieve did not last very long: Stephanie could hear the sounds of pants being opened and then pulled down. She turned her head and saw his massive cock rising…
He stepped forward and with his left hand he grabbed her pelvis again. He forced his strong fingers as deep and as hard as he was able to into her flesh and hot pain shot through Stephanie’s body. The man looked into the half circle of his friends and held up high the middle finger of his right hand. But he did not want to offend them…
He moved the finger, unseen by his victim, closer to Stephanie’s butt. It almost touched both buttocks…hovered between them, still unseen by her.
“What do you want?â€Â
She was desperate since she already knew what would happen to her. But Stephanie found this to be so revolting, so humiliating, and so unthinkable that she would have accepted any other need from him.
“What?!â€Â
And then the tip of his middle finger touched both buttocks at the same time.
“No!â€Â
She started wining, crying and pleading for mercy. But it wouldn’t happen.
The shorter man pushed his middle finger into Stephanie’s asshole.
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It was a shock; a moment when her heart stopped beating, a moment when her eyes became wide and she actually was able to see clearly. The finger penetrated her anus and was pushed fast and hart into her rear end. The girl couldn’t breathe…
And the shorter man pushed it deeper into her. He pulled it out, pushed it in and was doing circles. He tried to widen the opening and Stephanie knew what he would do.
“Please don’t…don’t fuck me…please!â€Â
All of a sudden he had lost any interest in widening her anus. The shorter man took his cock into his right hand and stepped forward. The tip of the cock touched her butt and she yelled out all her pain.
“Please….no…!â€Â
He grabbed her pelvis with his two hands…
His eight fingers and his two thumps were pressed real hard into her flesh and Stephanie screamed out again. More tears shot out of her eyes and she then closed them while her fingers held on tight to the rusty edge of that old oven.
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She felt the pressure building up; she felt her buttocks parting, felt the huge, brown cock entering her rectum…
And Stephanie felt incredible pain.
The rod widened the tight opening with shear and brutal force; skin broke and blood soon covered the shorter man’s penis. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper and his sounds of lust and power were then covered by the crying girl’s sounds of pain.
“No...No…oh God!â€Â
But if there was a God near by he wouldn’t listen to a young woman, to a young ambitious Reporter who had hoped to climb up the ladder of success. No one would listen but a gang of poor and desperate men and two equally desperate victims who were kneeling in the dirt.
Stephanie’s fingers still held on to the rusty edge of that old oven while her legs were pushed apart with kicks from her tormentor. He held her pelvis tight and pushed his cock all the way into her anus. Finally his belly touched her buttocks and when that happened the girl knew that the shorter man’s penis was fully buried in her butt.
“No…!â€Â
Tears covered her face and it distorted into a mask of desperation. The pain was burning so hot and it wouldn’t go away. And then it started to get worse…
The rapist started fucking Stephanie’s ass.
And hell broke loose.
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Each thrust of his hard and big cock tore more thin skin from the inner
The other men were fascinated by the pain their victim had to endure; they were fascinated by their friend and his control over the white slut.
Yes, he taught that white chick a lesson she wouldn’t forget. She would crawl back into her part of town; she would crawl back to where the privileged and white people lived. And, yes, she would then know not to write about something that wasn’t supposed to be written about. She wouldn’t heal for some time…neither her beautiful body nor her privileged white soul.
 And their friend did a very good job.
He fucked the bitch harder and harder into her shaking and now very reddish ass. Her buttocks were shaking like jell-o and blood came running out of her hole.
The started laughing and they pointed at her with dirty fingers. And there was still one man left. He couldn’t wait…
His friends, yes, they were satisfied. One had been given a blow job. One had fucked the bitch. And one was doing her right now.
But Bill…he was last. And he did not yet know what he would do to her. But it would have to be soon. Otherwise, he thought, he would simply explode.
Stephanie was about to loose consciousness. She only felt the incredible pain in her anus and the sharp pain in her fingers that still held on to the edge of the rusty oven. She was exhausted and her whole body was shaking throughout the fuck. Somehow it felt like the rape had lasted now over an hour, but time had no meaning to her anymore. Her only wish was this rape to end now…
-Please…-
And then the thrusts of the shorter man’s penis in her rectum became more violent. He pushed the rod faster into her and then he let go of her pelvis. Instead he grabbed her shaking buttocks and pressed them apart. He now had full view to her rectum and he smiled when he saw his dark brown cock in stark contrast to her white-reddish flesh. He pushed faster…faster…and his breathing became almost asthmatic. He pushed and was breathing heavily…and then…
“Yes, yes, yes…oh…yes!â€Â
Faster, faster, faster…
His victim let go of the oven and almost fell, but he pressed her slim figure hard against the edge of the oven that buried itself deep into her belly and made the young Reporter cry even louder.
“Yessssss…oh yes….!â€Â
And Sperm shot into Stephanie’s ass. Sperm went its way into the hot and wet body. Sperm ran over open wounds and soon there would be a reason to visit a doctor that would have bad news.
The shorter man pushed again and again like he wasn’t ready to accept that the rape was over now. But after a while his brown and huge cock weakened and he had to let go of his victim. He simply stepped back and let go of her.
Stephanie sank to the ground. But before she touched the ground she had finally lost consciousness.
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It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t sleep. It was pure blackness and the total absence of any thought, any feeling and almost any life. Stephanie’s naked and bruised body lay on the dirty cellar ground and did not move at all. The Gangsters formed a circle around her and the shorter man pulled up his pants. Now it was only one man. Fat Tony he was called. And the name was obvious. His bald head sat on one enormous body that was wobbling with every move he made. He wore jeans and one white tank top, and he bent forward and grabbed the young woman by he shoulders. He then tried to shake her awake but did not succeed.
“Get some water…or something. I wanna fuck her…conscious.â€Â
The leader of the team, the one who had been given a blow job by the young Reporter, went around the corner and came back only a minute later with one old and rusty bucket of water. He then stepped towards the young woman and when he came to a halt directly above her head he emptied the bucket over that head.
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Stephanie was pulled out of the blackness with the brutal force of ice cold water. She gasped for air and her body began to shake again. At first she did not know where she was, but only ten seconds later she looked up into the smiling faces of black Gangsters who had just raped her.
-God…please let me die-
One fat man stood over her and smiled down into her fear stricken face.
“Hello little slut… Wanna have some fun?â€Â
She did not answer but only felt the whole weight of all the pain grabbing her body. She was shivering in pain and had to spat out old sperm and some saliva. More old sperm ran down her chin and she started crying again.
“Please, let me go…please!â€Â
The fat man stopped smiling.
“On your feet slut or I’ll fuck your dead body.â€Â
Only slowly the young woman stood up and had to grab the fat man’s left arm in order not to fall right back to the ground.
He smiled at her and then she had to watch him opening his pants, letting them down, stepping out of them and…his penis was rising to it’s full erect form.
“Come…,†he grabbed he left arm and moved her towards the old oven again. When they had reached it, Stephanie was turned around and her lower back was pressed hart against the oven.
The fat man took her bare breasts into his hands, looked her deep into the eyes and started knitting them.
“God, you guys were so right…they are perfect.â€Â
Stephanie did not mind him pressing her breasts anymore; her sense of pain and any hope were gone. She only flinched when he pressed her breasts too hard.
She did not care at all when he pressed her thighs apart and when she saw that his cock came closer to her vagina. She closed her eyes and felt it entering her body.
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She lay naked on the dirty cellar ground. Her chest was moving rapidly up and down, her body was covered in dirt, sweat and sperm. She lay there, her legs and arms stretched apart, with open eyes…looking up into the faces of four Gangsters that were smiling down on Stephanie.
“What are we going to do about you?â€Â
She did not say a word.
“Maybe we should just forget about our orders…maybe we should just kill you.â€Â
She gulped away some saliva…her heart beating faster…not saying a word.
“No…,†the team leader just waved his thoughts away; “…I say we let her here. She has learned her lesson.â€Â
His friends mumbled some agreement.
“Yeah…you don’t write about things you don’t deserve to know about, Pussy…right!?â€Â
This time the bruised and battered woman on the ground felt that she had to respond to his words. Too much was at stake…
“Yes. I…I will not write about it.â€Â
He nodded and rubbed his chin.
“Good. And…and remember, Honey…if you do write about it, and our Boss hears about it…†he waved his right index finger at her, “…you’ll have guests again. Understood!?â€Â
Again she had to gulp away some saliva.
“Yes.â€Â
“Good.â€Â
He was about to turn away when he stopped and turned back. But instead of looking at her, he glanced into the smiling faces of his friends.
“I feel like I could relieve myself; How about you?â€Â
At first the young woman did not know what the man meant. She simply looked into their faces…
“Yeah.â€Â
“Yes, I can do that.â€Â
“Mmhhh!â€Â
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Then the leader opened up his pants again. Stephanie thought he would rape her again…but his cock did not harden.
“What are you doing?â€Â
She was only capable of whispering…shook her head…and then saw it coming.
A huge beam of urine hit Stephanie square into her face.
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The other members of the Gang had come up to the fragile body on the floor; they had opened their pants as well and had taken out their cocks…had started to pee on the girl.
Stephanie just couldn’t believe what was happening to her; not only had she been raped several times…no, like that hadn’t been enough…now they actually peed on her. Stinky, light yellow urine hit her slim body and mixed with blood and sweat. She held out her hands, shook her head and pleaded for mercy that wouldn’t come.
“This tells you how to work as a Reporter.â€Â
“Don’t you write about it any more?!â€Â
“…or we’ll come and fuck you again!â€Â
The leader stopped peeing and came to his knees; he shook his head and the other men stopped urinating as well. The man then grabbed Stephanie’s short, dark blonde hair and yanked on it violently. Tears shot into her eyes and the girl’s face distorted into a mask of pain.
“Is that understood, bitch?!â€Â
She did not answer immediately and the leader took this as an excuse to pull even harder on her hair.
“No!â€Â
“So, you keep on writing things…do you!?â€Â
Again he yanked on her hair and Stephanie let out a cry of desperation.
“No…I mean…I…I will not write about your boss anymore…I promise!â€Â
He started nodding…
“That sounds good. Good for you I mean!â€Â
Another yank…
Then he let go of her head and stood up again. He and his friends (and the Informant with his sister) were still in a circle around the slim, shaking and violated body of a young Reporter. The girl had been raped four times…they had urinated on her…and each and every one of them felt good about it. The Informant felt good, because he hated Stephanie for putting him and his sister into this hell…
The Gangsters felt good because each of them had had a great fuck and a perverse satisfaction from peeing on the young woman.
“Now…boys…why don’t we leave our little Reporter alone. She’ll need some time alone, before she gets dressed and gets back into her part of the town…I guess!â€Â
The other men nodded and uttered words of acknowledgement. They then started leaving.
“What…what about the,†Stephanie pointed at the Informant and his sister, “…what about them?â€Â
The Leader turned around and looked at Stephanie with a huge question mark on his face.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to stick your nose into these things?â€Â
He came back and went to his knees again. He grabbed her throat and pressed his fingers tightly around her neck. Stephanie couldn’t breathe…
Her hands went to her throat and she tried to open his hand…with no success.
But then he let go and started smiling.
“On the other hand…why don’t we do it here Boys!?â€Â
She did not understand…
But when he got to his feet again, when he pulled a gun and when he pointed towards the poor fellow who had been drawn into this political charade, Stephanie knew what was going to happen. The Reporter held out one hand and shook her head; she said “No†without any sound leaving her mouth and could only flinch when the thunder rolled through the dusty cellar.
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The Informant lay bleeding and dead on the ground; his sister was crying heavily and Stephanie felt numb to the bone.
“No…,†she whispered, “…no please no…!â€Â
The Leader smiled and his men were laughing.
“This is what is going to happen to your Informant…and his sister!â€Â
A second gun shot pulled the silence apart…and when a head hit the ground with a sound of fate; Stephanie’s eyes were filled with salty tears again…
She shook her head and kept repeating the word “No†over and over again.
“Now…if I were you, Honey…I would keep my mouth shut before we do something unpleasant!â€Â
The man looked into her wet face and war apparently looking for any hint what the Reporter would do.
Stephanie knew that any word she might utter, any sound she might make could lead into her own death. And so she did not say anything; instead she lay back on the dusty ground and closed her eyes.
“Finally you keep your mouth shut, Baby. Now, remember…if you ever write a word about our Boss…if you ever do anything…we’ll see each other again.â€Â
She opened up her eyes and saw them leaving. A short while longer Stephanie could hear the Gang walking through the Ruin…and then they were gone. They left a naked, young woman; they left a girl who had been raped and tortured. And they left two dead bodies.
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It took her over an hour before Stephanie managed to get to her feet again. Another ten minutes passed before she had the strength to grab her cloth…
And though her body was covered in urine, sweat and blood, she dressed. All the time the young Reporter tried to avoid to look at the dead bodies; dead bodies she was accountable for. If it hadn’t been for her professional drive, if it hadn’t been for her curiosity, the man and his sister would still live. Stephanie broke out in tears and she had to get hold of something or otherwise she would have collapsed again. She placed dirty fingers over her eyes and felt tremors all over her body. She had been raped and those poor people had been shot. But then a thought came to her: It wasn’t entirely her fault. John Syne…
One name: John Syne.
He was the one who had hired those bastards; it was his fault. He…
What if Stephanie could prove it? What…
But what if the Gangsters would come to her again? What if they would rape her again? What, if they would kill her?
She was too confused, too beaten up to grasp a rational thought. And so she stumbled out of the cellar, up the stairs and onto the streets.
No one was there and somehow this reality made her even worse: She had gone through hell, and no one was there to have noticed it. No one was there and no one but her was miserable. Stephanie found her way to her car and sat behind the steering wheel. The car left the curb and the crying and shaking young woman found her way back to her world.
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Stephanie drove directly to an ER where she got treatment for her physical wounds. She told some cops the whole story. Maybe not the whole story…
She left out the part of John Syne…and that it had been that man who had hired these Rapists and Killers.
She told them that she had followed a phone call from the now dead informant…without knowing what he would tell her.
Maybe she would rectify those lies later. Maybe she would dig deeper into the sick grounds of John Syne. Maybe she would find out…
And maybe she would get lucky: Maybe these men wouldn’t show up again. Maybe they would not rape her again.
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