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Busted By the Cops

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I was driving home late after visiting my friends,the road was quite no other traffic was passing by.



I cranked up the volume on the car stereo.



That's when I heard the police sirens, when I looked in my mirror I could see there lights right on my tail.



I slowed down thinking they would pass me by.



I thought maybe they were on there way to a

ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART SEVEN

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ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART SEVEN

As Abbey was nearing the end of her stay at Krueger’s, she was introduced to more things that a sex slave is expected to do. On this particular morning, as usual, Girard came to retrieve her from her cell. He locked her wrists behind her back, and attached the leash to her collar. As was expected, she dropped to her knees and filled her obligations by sucking Girard’s cock to a fine climax. Even though she had no choice but to suck his cock, in many ways she enjoyed having a rigid, throbbing cock in her mouth.

Girard took her into a small private reading room, just off Kruegerââ‚

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¬â„¢s bedroom. The heels of her red high heel pumps clicked as she walked across the parquet wood floor. In the reading room, she found Krueger and his son Hans. Both men were seated in comfortable overstuffed chairs. A small velvet pillow was placed on the floor in front of the chair where Hans was seated. Hans’ robe was open and his semi-erect cock was visible. Krueger was the first to speak.

“Good Morning Abbey. How were you this morning?”

Abbey bowed her head, and replied, “I’m fine sir.”

“Very good”, answered Krueger. “This morning is going to be a little different. I intend to take your slavery to a little higher level. I want you to kneel between Han’s legs”

Abbey did so. She knelt there, her knees on the soft velvet pillow, with her hands locked behind her back. Han’s now rigid cock was directly in front of her face. The young man had a magnificent cock. She was sure he could feel her warm breath on his manhood. His cock throbbed as she looked at it.

“Abbey, here is your assignment”, Krueger said as Girard unlocked her wrists, freeing her arms and hands.

“You are going to learn to arouse a master, and keep him aroused, with a hard cock, for a seemingly endless time, until he is ready to cum. You will use both your hands and mouth for this exercise. You are to arouse him, keep him aroused on the edge of a cum, yet to not make him cum until he is ready. He may require you to do this for only a few minutes, or maybe for a hour or so, especially if he is watching a porn movie while you are working on his cock.”

“This will require to you closely watch his face, and feel the movements of his cock. If you make him cum too soon, you will be punished, severely. If you don’t keep his arousal level high, then he might want to punish you, also. When he decides to cum, assuming he does not want to fuck you, then you will always suck his cock, making him cum in your mouth. Do you understand what is expected of you?”

Abbey replied, “Yessir, I’ll do my best.”

Krueger continued, “Very good. Now take Hans’ cock into your right hand, cradling her balls in your left hand. You are to stroke him, massage his balls, kiss and lick his cock, suck his cock, and any other form of sexual pleasure for him, to keep him hard, aroused, close to a cum, yet to not make him cum until he is ready”

Krueger smiled as Hans sat there with a look of anticipation on his face. “Now, Abbey, here is the caveat. If you do make him cum, before he is ready, you will be punished. If he is watching a porn movie, for example, he is engrossed in what he is seeing, and could easily lose control and cum because of what you are doing. This must not happen. He will not warn you that he is about to cum. That is for you to do. You will monitor him, and make sure he stays aroused, and yet he will not cum unless he is ready.”

“Now, I warn you, Hans has not had a climax for a couple of days. His cock is aching to cum. If you fail, and make him cum prematurely, that little sweet cunt of yours will be punished.”

Abbey nodded her head. She turned to face Hans and his now erect cock. He had a rather sardonic smile on his face, which betrayed a high degree of lust, and significant cruelty.

“Now, take his cock and balls in your hands, and lets see how you do. Let’s see if you can avoid being punished.”

Abbey reached forward and grasped Hans’ cock. Her delicate left hand softly cradled his balls. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock as she started to gently stroke his throbbing member.

Abbey then heard someone else entering the room. Krueger had sat down on the easy chair next to Hans, and had opened his robe. His cock was erect. Abbey looked back toward the door, and saw Girard leading Caron into the room. In few moments, Caron was kneeling between Krueger’s legs, tending to him in much the same was she was ministering to Hans.

Krueger picked up a television remote control unit and turn on a rather large digital television screen, located on the wall behind Abbey and Caron. From the sounds of the movie being shown, she could tell it was a porn movie. In particular, it was a porn movie involved sexual slavery, bondage and discipline. Abbey knew her task would be difficult.

As the movie played, Hans and his father made comments about the action, and how Abbey and Caron were doing with their respective cocks. Both men were excited. Hans seemed to be having the most difficulty controlling himself. His voice would quicken and his cock would throb. Abbey was constantly monitoring him to make sure he did not cum before he wanted. His cock was hard, hot and heavy. She enjoyed playing with his cock and balls, but was afraid to enjoy it too much, as he might cum and she would be punished.

Abbey continued to stroke, kiss and lick Hans’ cock. She would take it into her mouth, delicately, so as not to over stimulate Hans. She let her sweet tongue tease the tip of his cock as she gently squeezed his cum heavy balls. As she did so, she could look over and see Carol working on Krueger’s cock. It was obvious she was learning her lessons well. Her soon to be husband to be should be very happy with her progress.

The S & M porn movie had been playing for about forty five minutes. There were times when Hans was nearly beside himself. His aching cock wanted to cum, but Abbey was watching carefully, doing her job. She had Hans’ cock in her mouth as she was gently stroking him she heard Krueger speak to Caron.

“Caron, my sweet slave, I have had enough, suck me to a cum, and make sure you catch every drop, and swallow it all”

Caron smiled and replied, “Yessir, thank you sir.”

Caron quickened her pace with her stroking hand as she started to work her pretty mouth up and down on Krueger’s cock. In just a matter of about 30 seconds he was cumming. His body was bucking as his cock blasted steaming hot cum into her mouth. Caron kept her mouth glued to Krueger’s cock, taking all of his issue. Abbey was fascinated by what was happening between Caron and Alex Krueger.

As Abbey was watching Caron make a very aroused Alex Krueger cum, she suddenly heard Hans groan, “OH GOD! I CUMMING!” Startled, Abbey quickly turned her head to Hans’s cock, just in time to see a massive jet of cum rocket from his rigid phallus. As quickly as she could, she put her mouth over the erupting cock tip, in an attempt to catch the escaping jism. Just as she did, she felt herself being grabbed from behind. She was jerked away from Hans and his boiling cock. She heard Girard’s angry voice.

“CUNT! Now you done it! You disobeyed, and look at the mess you have made! Hans was not ready to cum, yet you allowed it. You are in trouble!”

As Girard was scolding her, he was locking her wrists behind her back. Quickly he produced long piece of rope which he wrapped tightly around her elbows. Girard was savage and cruel. He pulled the rope tight, forcing her elbows tightly together in the small of her back. She had never had her elbows tied that tight. Girard wrapped the rope tightly around her elbows several times, and tied it off. The stress on her shoulders and arms was tremendous.

“Now, Cunt”, Girard ordered, “Clean up the mess you made. Lick up all the cum you spilled on Hans. Get to it now!” He shoved her to her knees.

As quickly a she could, she did as ordered. Where ever she saw a drop or streak of cum, she quickly licked it up. She then took Hans’ cock in her mouth , and sucked it until it was dry. Once this was accomplished, Girard jerked her to her feet.

Scared, Abbey stood there, trying to apologized for her mistake. Girard would hear none of it. He produce a rather large penis gag, and stuffed it into her mouth, locking it’s holding strap tightly behind her head. This locked the gag deeply in her mouth, nearly causing her to choke on it.

Girard jerked on her collar, pulling her from the reading room, and down to the basement dungeon area. In the corner of the dungeon/orgy room was a piece of equipment that had never been used on her. She had no understanding of it use, until now.

This piece of equipment looked much like a dog house, with a pitched roof. In fact, it was a tool for the punishment of a cunt, a pussy if you will. It is commonly called a “horse”. The victim is made to sit astride this device, like you would sit on a horse. The top of the “roof” fits neatly into the pussy crevice. When the penitent’s legs are tied, pulled down to rings in the floor, her total weight in on her pussy, being “cut” by the top of the “horse”. Her legs are not available to take the pressure off the punished cunt.

Girard quickly walked Abbey over to the “horse”, where he picked her up, and mounted her on the sharp top of the “roof’ or ridge of the “horse“. Abbey immediately felt the sharp ridge digging into her tender pussy. Her feet could not touch the floor. In fact, her feet were about twelve inches above the floor. There was no way to ease the pressure on her pussy. Before she knew it, Girard had tied ropes to her ankle cuffs, and pulled her legs toward rings mounted in the floor. The pulling on her legs made the pressure on her soft cunt even more pronounced. Her pussy was beginning to ache. There was no way she could ease the pain in her cunt.

Now, Girard added a complication to Abbey’s situation. He connected a rope to her wrist cuffs, and running the rope through a pulley in the ceiling, he pulled her bound wrists and arms up behind her back. As he pulled her arms and wrists up, she realized that this new strained bent over position was now putting pressure on her clit. Her weight was now on her pussy, and her clit. Girard tied the rope off, leaving her in the strained bound position. Abbey could not move, or escape her torment.

Bent over as she was, her magnificent breasts were hanging slightly, and delightfully. Girard had plans for them. He retrieved a medium weighted flogger from the wall rack, and approached Abbey, while flourishing the whip in the air.

“Slave”, Girard spoke sharply. “You have disobeyed. You are to be punished. Next time, you had better watch what you are doing, and treat a master’s cock accordingly.”

All Abbey could do was quietly whimper behind her gag. Girard reached out and grasped her breasts. He stroked them, and teased her nipples. He gently slapped them, making them quiver. The whip came next.

Girard brought the whip up, and swung down in an arc, striking her left breast. It jerked and bounced with the blow from the whip, and jiggled back into its original hanging position. Before she could grasp what was happening, Girard struck her right breast. Now he was whipping her breasts in earnest. In a matter of seconds, Abbey was sobbing into her gag. She tried to beg for mercy, but her gag prevented that. Her breasts were on fire, and her aching cunt was almost more than she could stand. The whipping continued.

In a few minutes the whipping stopped. She could see her breasts. They were bright pink from the torture she had just endured. Her cunt was beginning to scream in pain. Tear ran down her pretty cheeks as she sobbed from the whipping and pussy torment

Girard hung the whip back on it’s hook, and looked back at the suffering Abbey.

“Slave Cunt, I am going to leave you for a while, to think about what you have done. I’ll be back. Don’t go away, OK?”

The cruel joke was on Abbey. She was sobbing, and her pussy was killing her. She held as still as she could, but the pain was still very significant. Her tears fell on the ”horse”, and trickled down her bound legs.

It seemed to be hours before Girard returned. With him was Krueger, Hans and Klaus. Hans had Caron with him. She was still wearing her high heel shoes, with her wrists locked behind her back. On his instructions, she knelt beside him. Each of the men took their own time to examine her, to see how she was being punished, and to see her suffering. She was magnificent in her pain. She could tell that each man had a massive erection as they examined her.

Alex Krueger spoke first. “Girard, I complement you on your punishment techniques. It seems that you have placed Abbey in a proper position to consider the error of her ways, and gave her time to reflect on how she will perform next time.”

“Thank you”, Girard replied. “Abbey has all the elements to make a good slave. Its just that she has to concentrate on what she must do. I think she is easily distracted. We are here to help her.”

Girard walked over to where Abbey was being tortured. He grasped her delightfully hanging breasts, and fondled them. Abbey just remained as still as she could. Her pussy was screaming at her.

“Well, Abby. Here you are. You have had time to consider your short comings. Do you think you can do a better job of “cock massaging” next time?”

Abbey, painfully, looked up at Girard and Krueger, with tears in her eyes, nodded her head in the affirmative.

Krueger spoke to Girard. “Well, I am willing to take her word for it. Let her down, and lets see how well she does.”

Girard lowered her arms, easing the strain on her shoulders. Next he released the ropes on her ankles, which were pulling her down on to the sharp ridge of the “horse”. Krueger and Girard both lifted her from the “horse”, and stood her up on her feet. It seemed the pain in her pussy was greater when being lifted off the “horse”, than when she was mounted on it. She was moaning loudly into her gag.

Abbey was still wearing her red high heel pumps. She was weakened by her torment, and was a little shaky on her feet. Girard helped her stand and get her strength back. The whole time he was bracing her, he was fondling her breasts. Krueger released her elbows and wrists.

“Abbey”, Krueger addressed her, “Your hands are free, but you are not to touch your cunt. The pain will go away, but you are not to touch or rub your pussy. Do you understand?”

Abbey, still gagged, nodded her head. She was just glad to be off the “horse”. She had never experienced so much concentrated pain. She had learned her lesson. She would concentrate to be the best sex slave that ever was.

Krueger spoke again. “Abbey, if you will notice, Klaus sitting in the chair in front of you. His cock is ready for you. Go to him, and lets see if you can learn from your mistake.”

A little unsteady on her feet, Abbey walked to where Klaus was seated. Carefully, she knelt between he legs, facing his erect cock. Her pussy was coming back alive after it painful tenure on the “horse”. As unbelievable is it seemed, as the pain faded from her cunt, she was becoming aroused. The pain was replaced by a sexual heat. Abbey was amazed at how her body responded to mistreatment. ‘God‘, she thought. ‘I’m hopeless. I am a slave. I cannot deny it. I am a sex slave!’

Klaus reached forward and removed the penis gag from her mouth. It took a few seconds for Abbey to exercise her jaws, which had been distended by the large penis gag. As she was moving her mouth and jaw, her delicate hands were already working on Klaus’ cock. With a smile on his face, Klaus settled back in his comfortable chair to enjoy Abbey’s attention to his throbbing cock.

In the meantime, Hans had taken Caron to one of the beds in the orgy room. He had her lie down on the bed, and was fucking her. Her head was at the edge of the mattress. Girard was standing next to the bed, with his cock working in and out of Caron’s mouth. Abbey deliberately ignored what was happening on the other side of the room, and concentrated fully on Klaus’ cock, and her efforts to keep him aroused and erect for as long as he wished. After turning on a television set so Klaus could watch a S & M porn movie, he left the room to attend to other duties.

The movie lasted for about an hour. The whole time Abbey kept Klaus on the verge of a climax, but never allowed him to cum until the movie was over. As the film was ending, Klaus, with his face congested with lust, told her to stop working on his cock. He next ordered her to get up on the chair with him, facing him, with her legs spread on either side of his thighs. On his instructions, she lowered herself onto his cock. Abbey was aroused, and her cunt was soaking in her heated pussy juices. Quickly his cock became lubricated by her juices. His cock felt good to her.

After a minute or two, he ordered her to raise herself off his cock, and to turn around on him, placing her sweet little asshole over his cock. Once she was in position, he required her to lower herself, impaling her ass on his cock. This she did with a little difficulty. Finally, his cock was buried in her ass.

On Klaus’ orders, she started to move up and down on his cock. He was so overheated by the hour’s worth of manipulation of his member, in just a minute or two his cock exploded in a massive climax. He filled her ass with steaming hot cum. It seemed that his climax would last forever. When he finally finished, he collapsed back into the easy chair, with his cock still buried in Abbey’s ass. She could feel it receding. In a few minutes, she eased herself off Klaus. Retrieving wet towels, she cleaned his spent cock. After doing so she was allowed go to the bathroom in her cell to clean herself.

As Abbey was taking care of herself, she realized that she was still very aroused. Her pussy was steaming hot, and had not been fucked. Again, she was being denied a climax. She wanted desperately to use her hand to satisfy herself, but dared not.

A frustrated Abbey left her room and returned to the orgy room. Hans and Girard were just finishing with Caron. Klaus was still recovering in his chair. Alex Krueger approached her. He made her turn around so he could lock her wrists behind her back. Next, he turned her around to face him as he spoke to her.

“Abbey, I am proud of you. You have come along was since you entered my home. You are an excellent slave. Your husband will be very proud of you. Tonight, you will sleep in my bed, and pleasure me. This is you last night in Haus Krueger. Tomorrow is your graduation day, but tonight, I am going to enjoy you.”

Abbey was dumbfounded. She was so used to her life at Krueger’s, she had forgot that she had been there for nearly three weeks. She gathered her wits and dropped to her knees and started excitedly kissing and sucking Alex’ cock. She wanted to show him how excited that he was pleased with her, and would allow her to go home. This was the only way she knew that she could please him. She was truly a sex slave. Krueger bent down and lifted her back to her feet. He kissed her and said.

“Enough of that now. I have things to do. You are to go back to your cell, and you will have tonight to show me how much you appreciate your time here.”

Continued………….

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

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ught after was your parents allowing you to set up a cot next to your sheep’s stall the night before the competition so that you could sleep over in the huge sheep barn on the fair grounds.  I got to do that, finally.  Mom and dad left me with money for dinner and the Carney attractions and left.  I walked the fair grounds alone.  I wasn’t ugly, I wasn’t beautiful, I was slender, but short, and still am, just 5’3, and at the time 96 lbs and my breasts, that had bloomed late, starting when I was almost 14, were at a 34 c and my bra was getting a bit tight as they were still growing towards adulthood.  I could have used a bigger size, but I wasn’t clothes conscious, or boy conscious enough to care.

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.

My brothers best friend

kelliesexy on Forced Stories

This is my story about being taken by an older guy when I was 16 it was my brothers best friend and someone I had known for years. It was the middle of July and I was out in the back yard in my bikini when my brother Steve and his best friend Mark came by the house, They came out to the back yard I jumped up and gave my brother a hug I had not seen him since the holiday break he was 6 years older then me. I also reached over and gave Mark a hug since I had known him for ten years or so.

We chatted a bit, and my brother then said he had some errands to do and asked if Mark wanted to go with, Mark said he had some stuff to take care of also, and they agreed to meet back up at our house in about five hours and go out and cause some trouble. T

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he whole time we were sitting there I could tell that Mark was checking me out, and I did not mind one bit I guess you could say I have kind of had a crush on Mark, he and my brother played high school scoccer and are on the same colledge team so Mark in one hot guy, and in great shape.

So after a few more minutes of talking Steve got up and said he had to get going, Mark stood and said he to needed to hit the road, and they walked into the house I heard Steves car start  up and drive off, I looked over at the patio table and Mark's cell phone was there I grabbed it and ran to catch him, as I made it to the living room Mark walked through the front door, I said good you left this, and held out his cell phone, he said thanks but thats not what I came back for.

I said what else did you forget, Mark said something I have been thinking about since the holiday break, I said what would that be, and with that he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him and said "YOU" I just smiled and started to pull away figuring he was kidding around, but he did not let go, he pulled me close and his other hand reached around and grabbed my ass, I forgot to mention I am on the cheer leading squad so I was hot for a 16 yr old, I tried to pull away but he was so much stronger than me, Mark then said look I know you have been fucked you brother told me you already had sex, I blushed he was right I have had sex a couple of time but that was with my boyfriend.

He had my bikini bottoms pulled over with half my ass exposed, then he reached up and pulled my top down letting my tits fall free, then he took one of my nipples in his mouth and said very nice, I was trying to push him back but nothing I did made any differnce I looked up at him and said I am going to tell steve what your trying to do, Mark looked at me and said no you won't. and with that shoved me back onto the couch following closely, he postitioned him self between my legs on his knees with me on the couch, he pushed my legs apart and his hand started rubbing my pussy thru the thin frabric of my bikini, then he just reached up and pulled them down and off one of my legs.

I sat there with my legs spread and pussy exposed, he started to rub my clit which sent shivers through my body, I did not want this to happen but he was doing all the right things to get my body to over rule my mind, then he inserted a fingure and started to fuck my pussy with it, Mark looked up and said see I knew you would like this, you are already wet, I stopped resisting and just spread my legs nice and wide for him, he then took his fingure out and replaced it with his mouth, it felt so dam good, my boyfriend had eaten me once but Mark really knew what he was doing, suck in my clit lick it then let it out, and then repeat that over and over, then he put his fingure back into me then two, the next thing I knew I was cumming harder then I have ever had,

Mark stood and said your turn, and he pulled down his shorts and underwear showing me his 8" cock much larger than my boyfriend, Mark pulled my head to his cock and put his cock on my lips, and just started shoving it in he got about half way in, and I pulled back then he pulled me to it this time I relaxed and let about six inches in he took his hand off my head and I started sucking that cock the best that I could Mark said I was doing great telling me how hot I was.

Then he pulled out and pushed me back and got back on his knees and put his cock at the entrance of my pussy I took a deep breath and Mark said relax and with that he shoved all the way in and i felt his balls hit my ass, he left it in to allow my pussy to ge used to his cock, then he started slowly pulled back and the slowly pushed back in he did that for a while then he started to increase his speed, and after a while he was pulling completly out and shoving back in to the hilt, he really started to fuck me hard and with the pain came much pleasure, and I came again and he fucked me right through it, after about twenty more strokes in my pussy he pulled out and brought his cock to my face I opened my mouth and he put his cock in it, he started to stoke his cock then he let out a groan and shot his load into my mouth I had no choice but to swallow but some dribbled from my lips on to my tits he pulled out and leaned down and kissed me on the forhead and said thanks you are beautiful, then he pulled up his shorts and grabbed his cell phone and turned and headed for the door and walked out I heard his car start and he pulled away, I was sitting there exhausted not really sure what happened I mean I knew but he I was bikini top pulled down tits hanging out with some cum on them, bikini bottom around my left ankle, and a very wet and soar pussy, not sure if I had been rapped or if I was a willing participant, well maybe the next time I figure that one out,

luv ya Kellie 

Librarian Loves Rape

Brigit Astar on Forced Stories

Tammie Edwins was not your typical librarian. She didn't wear her hair up in a bun, didn't wear glasses, full-length shapeless dresses and heels, didn't squint or purse her lips, didn't have dishwater skin like parchment, and was not middle-aged. On the contrary, she was in her mid-twenties, had long flowing honey-colored hair, deep green eyes, and peachy complexion. She favored wearing a tight skirt six inches above the knees and a tight silk blouse, which accentuated her figure quite nicely - a figure with firm upthrust breasts, curved hips, full legs, a
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nd a perky rounded rump. In short, Tammie Edwins was a knockout.

It was near closing time in the Ridgeview Public Library, and Tammie Edwins the library director was at the check-out desk. She had made the rounds in the library, checking all the areas, turning off computers, locking doors, turning out lights, and noting there were still two patrons in the reading room. She glanced up at the clock and noted that it was but a few minutes till seven p.m. She looked in the direction of the reading room, watching for the two patrons to come out.

Unbeknownst to Tammie, she was being watched.

He leaned against the wall, behind a stack, in the shadows. Looking down the aisle, he could see the librarian from behind. He lowered his hand to his crotch and slowly stroked.

At seven p.m. on the dot the two patrons came out of the reading room and left the library. Tammie went to the reading room and turned out the light, and then walked back to the check-out desk.

He swiped his hand over his crotch, unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff throbbing cock. He squeezed it as he watched the library director.

Tammie walked to her little office just on the side of the stack, went to the desk and picked up her purse and keys.

His fat full balls tingled; his prick stood up hard and aching. He moved silently around the stack and saw her standing at the desk, her back toward him. His dick jerked and throbbed at the sight of her perky rounded rump. He knew the time had come.

He walked fast into the office, grabbed the library director from behind and pushed her down on the desk. Within a few seconds he had raked her skirt up and tore her panties down, placed his legs between hers and wrapped his arms around her waist and had pressed down upon her back.

"Oomph, what - ohh -" were Tammie's first utterances when being grabbed by him. It was not until he thrust his cock into her cunt that she became aware of just what was happening.

He heaved his rock-hard prick up her pussy, digging it deep.

"No!" Tammie called out. "No, no!" She squirmed and struggled and tried to pull off, but the rapist had her wrapped too tight. She could scream but she knew no one would hear.

He pulled his dick back a little, and then he thrust it forward again, screwing every hard inch of it up her pussy.

"Ohh - noo - unh no - ohh" Tammie cried out as the rigid cock jammed all the way up her cunt.

He pulled back all the way, and then jabbed it home once again. Then he began fucking her in earnest, pumping his thick hard prick deep in her minty tight pussy.

A wet flame stabbed up Tammie's cunt. The rigid pulsating meat of her rapist had jammed her cunt full.

He felt her opening up for it. She began moving her pelvis around, giving little thrusts back with her pussy. He began hammering it in her, rapping his dick up and down, sawing it back and forth.

"Oh - ah - unh - ahh!" Tammie gasped as her rapist pumped the meat to her. She thrust back at him, rotating her ass, her head raised up and her back arched. "Ooh - ahh - ohhh - ahhh!" she panted.

He rammed it in her, pounding his hard cock deep in her cunt. He slid his hands up her tummy and she raised up to allow him access. He moved his hands to her blouse, raking it up, sliding on up to her bra. He jabbed his hands under it and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. "Ahh - umm - ah - unh - ahh," Tammie crooned.

Her rapist stabbed his prick all the way up her pussy and shot a hot gob of semen deep in her cervix. Tammie answered back by panting and gasping out "Unhhh - ahhh!"

He pumped glob after glob of cum up her cunt. She tightened the muscles of her pussy around his dick, sucking it, milking it.

He lay atop her back for a few minutes, and then he slid his cock out, raised up off her back, adjusted his clothing, and then he was gone; leaving the librarian well-raped and sprawled on her desk.

There would be no reporting of this rape.
    
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