There's "Rape" and There's R{ap}e

"Aw, girlie, all that talk about pushing and pushing back is getting me so horny. You sure you wouldn't like to get a little taste of what I have to offer before you make a bad mistake like that? I'll bet your mouth would be happier sucking on my love stick than it is talking all this hostile shit you been talking at me."

"Douglas," Sally called to the barman, "would you come here please."

"Alright, girlie," the boor said. "I sure am getting tired of you chasing me off, what with me trying to be so nice to you." And, as Douglas approached he said, "Forget it sonny. I'm outta here," and headed for the door.

"Thanks Doug," Sally said. "That guy was a real pain in the ass. Do I really look like I can be had for the price of a drink and a Neanderthal come-on."

"Sally, love, only because you asked," Douglas said soothingly, "no, I don't think so. But from the way you're dressed I'd guess that you could be had tonight for the price of a drink without the Neanderthal come-on. Shit, you're so cute in that schoolgirl outfit that if I weren't happily gay I'd want to get a piece of you myself."

"You're sweet, Doug," Sally said as she scooted far back on her barstool and lifted the front of her skirt to show him her pantyless snatch. "Are you sure that I can't entice you over to the dark side."

"Jesus, Sally," Douglas said with a laugh. "Cover that up before you start a riot in here. I appreciate the offer, but I really am happy the way I am. And besides, Myron would kill me if he found out I was messing around on him, especially with a girl."

"Ah well, it was worth a try. How about you get rid of that pig's so-called free drink and bring me another?"

And so it went through two more drinks, until Sally was beginning to feel no pain except that of frustration at having struck out again. It was still too early to think of waiting for Nick, and the thought of having to spend the night with her vibrator rankled.

As she rose to leave the bar Douglas came over and said, "Sally, you're really not in good shape to drive at the moment. Either I'm going to have to tie you up until you get sober, or I'm going to have to call a cab for you."

"Oh Doug, you say the nicesht things to a girl. I'll let you tie me up if you promise to fuck me a little. I promish not to tell Myron."

"Sorry, Sally," Douglas said. "If I ever decide to go bi- I promise that you'll be the first girl I'll ask for a free fuck. But right now it just isn't going to work for us."

"I'll be waiting by my phone, shweetie, she slurred. " But I guess that right now you'd better call me a cab. I'll go outside to wait for it, and maybe clear my head a little."

"You're sure you're not going to drive off on me, are you?"

"Hadn't even crossed my mind Doug. I may be sex-crazed, but I'm not crazy. Here," she said as she reached into her purse, "you can even hold my car keys for me until the cab getsh here if it'll make you feel any better."

"Thanks Sally, but I'm going to trust you on this one. Go ahead and keep the keys. I should have a cab here within 5 minutes, and I doubt you'll get really stupid on me. Just come back in if you feel yourself weakening."

[At this point I needed to take a break, because I was about to cross the line into writing stuff that I absolutely didn't believe. And, besides, I still needed to get some supper into me. So, I called room service and ordered a ham and cheese omelet and a slice of pecan pie with whipped cream. Hey, breakfast food is great any time of day, and nothing in the rules says I can't have dessert with breakfast when I'm on vacation. Then I took another sip of wine and got back to work.]

Outside the Peg 'n Hole Sally decided to move away from the door, where the brighter lights were hurting her eyes. Then she remembered that she had left her jacket inside. As she turned to go back in for it, she felt a cloth go over her mouth and an arm folding around her waist, lifting her off the ground. As she opened her mouth to scream the hand holding the cloth forced it into her mouth and slipped some sort of elastic band that was attached to it over the back of her head. Then that arm, freed up from silencing her, joined the other around her waist.

Sally tried to struggle, but it was no use. Whoever had grabbed her was much bigger and stronger than she was. "Probably not drunk as I am, either," she thought ruefully.

As he carried her around the corner of the building and into the parking lot the man holding her whispered into her ear, "Why, you are a sight to behold. I haven't had me a little schoolgirl in months. Doing you is going to be fun."

It was the voice of a complete stranger, and Sally shivered at the thought that this man really was planning to rape her. Out of instinct and pride she tried to struggle out of his grasp. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a tingle in her nipples and cunt.

["Okay Jeremy, are you starting to feel a little twitch in the old fuck stick," I thought at this point.]

Sally had started the evening horny and optimistic, and had left the Peg 'n Hole horny and frustrated; plus just a little bit tipsy. Well, maybe more than a little bit tipsy to be honest. She had had rape fantasies for years, and had even gotten some of her boyfriends to act them out with her.

Jason had "broken in" through her bedroom window one night and actually put a knife next to her throat as he made her undress him and suck his cock before discarding the knife and fucking her brains out. That had been incredibly hot for both of them.

Billy had gotten her tied up on the bed one night and instead of fucking her cunt had told her that he was going to rape her ass. Fortunately, though Billy didn't know it, his time with Sally was well after Nick's. So, while Sally pleaded and protested and made it hard for him to get his dick into her rear hole, this "anal rape" wasn't the least bit painful for her, and she enjoyed the whole scene immensely.

Brian had grabbed her one night in the park and fucked her while she was bent over a picnic table, unable to see who it was until he was finished. She had often thought about how the fear and her lust had intertwined during that encounter.

So, while Sally was wiggling in her captor's arms and making protesting noises into her gag, she was turning on to the idea of actually being forced into submitting to sex, and with this stranger rather than with one of her boyfriends who was only play acting.

Toward the back of the parking lot was a white van, and the stranger carried Sally to it. He slid the door open and threw her in roughly, following quickly, slamming the door behind him and locking it. Then he turned on an overhead light.

Sally found herself sprawled out on the floor of the van. The whole back area was carpeted, as were the walls to about half their height. There was a solid partition between the back of the van and the passenger compartment. The windows in the back doors had been painted over, so that the overhead light that the stranger had turned on was the only source of illumination.

As Sally was looking around she noticed that when she had been thrown onto the floor of the truck her short skirt had ridden up, revealing that she was wearing no panties. The stranger also noticed this and said, "Well, little lady, it looks like you came out ready for action tonight. I guess it's a good thing I found you."

Sally reached for the gag and the stranger grabbed her wrists. "No, you don't take that off until we get some ground rules down. We both know why we're here. If you cooperate, you won't be hurt and you might even have a good time. If you scream after I take that gag off, or fight me, I'm gonna hurt you. And if you manage to hurt me I'm gonna hurt you real bad, maybe even mess up that sweet little face of yours. Now, if you want to do it the easy way you just nod your head up and down and I'll take that gag off."

Sally was really getting turned on by the masterful tone that this man was using on her. Usually she was able to jerk her boyfriends around however she wanted, even Nick in spite of all his size and capacity for violence when he was in bouncer mode. Having this powerful man order her around was curiously appealing. She nodded, trying to make it appear not too enthusiastic, and the stranger removed her gag. The first words out of her mouth were, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, just about anything I want. And you can call me sir, by the way. I won't punish you for leaving that off this time, but next time it'll cost you. Got that?"

Yes," Sally said, and quickly added "Sir," when the man raised his arm.

"Good. You must be a bright little schoolgirl to learn so fast."

"I'm not really a school girl, sir," Sally said meekly. "This is just an outfit I wear sometimes."

"Oh, well, gosh, I really had my heart set on doing a school girl tonight. I guess in that case you'd better go."

Sally was completely confused by this, until the man broke out laughing and said, "Just kidding. Now, how about you see how fast you can get undressed for me."

Sally felt herself blushing, not from having to undress in front of this stranger, but because he had made fun of her. Still, her fingers moved to comply with his command. The blouse came off quickly, since it was mostly unbuttoned already. Then she unhooked her bra, feeling both relief and pride as her magnificent breasts were freed from its pressure. Finally, she unbuttoned the skirt and slipped it over her hips.

"Nice equipment," the man said. "Too bad you can't stand up in here and show it off properly. Now turn around on your knees and show me your ass."

["Have you got your cock out yet, Jeremy? Are you jerking off yet, you pervert?]

Sally turned around and waited, kneeling with her ass toward the man. Nothing happened for a few of seconds except the clink of a belt buckle and the sound of the belt being pulled through pants loops. She was about to look back over her shoulder to see what was happening when there was a swish followed by a loud crack and a burst of pain as the belt cut across her ass.

"Ow," she cried, and again as a second lash came in, then a third. Sally had never been seriously spanked, even as a child, so she wasn't prepared for this. No question, it did hurt, but she also felt herself start to tingle in all the right places, caused by the burning in her ass cheeks and the thought that this man had just had his way with her in a fashion entirely new to her. As she knelt waiting for the next stroke of the belt she found herself looking forward to the stimulation that she was getting from the pain. But the belt did not come again. Instead, she felt the man's fingers reaching roughly between her legs and into her cunt.

"Well, well," the man said as he worked two fingers in and out, then three. "Looks like you like spanking. You get any wetter and it'll start running down your legs. But this isn't all about you, missy, so just you turn around and start getting my clothes off."

"Yes, sir" Sally said, putting as much little-girl meekness into her voice as she could muster. The fact was that the spanking had turned her on more than she would ever have expected. Whatever uneasiness she might have felt over being abducted and told that she was going to be raped had completely evaporated in the heat spreading up from her crimson ass cheeks and her sopping cunt.

She quickly turned and started on the button of the man's jeans, but he stopped her.

"You are an eager little slut, aren't you? We're not in a hurry, so you can start with my shirt."

She quickly had this unbuttoned and was pulling it off of him when she noticed a long scar on his right forearm and a pucker in the flesh under his left shoulder."

He noticed her looking at these and said, "Yeah, I guess I been in a few fights. That shoulder, there, some kid {----} when I was doing his mom in their house one night. Wasn't even hardly raping her either by then, she was so hot for what I was giving her. Taught me not to do it in people's houses any more, though. No siree, gotta get 'em where they can't get to no nasty knives or guns. Now, why don't you just suck on my nipples a little bit."

Sally moved her mouth onto his left nipple and took it between her lips. She started to suck and swirl her tongue around it as she felt his fingers grasp both of her nipples and begin to roll them around. She moaned and began to suck harder. She started to take little bites with her teeth, which caused the man to give a grunt. Then pain shot through Sally's tits as his fingers clamped down hard on her distended nipples.

She almost screamed as she pulled her mouth away from the man's chest.

"That might be nice some other time, but you weren't following orders there. I didn't tell you you could bite me. You gotta follow orders, honey, or I'm gonna have to hurt you like I said. You got that now?"

"Yes, sir," she gasped as the pain in her tits receded. She started to move back toward his chest but again the man stopped her.

"Okay, time to get my pants off, he said, as he moved from a kneeling position to lying flat on his back."

Sally worked the button and zipper of the man's jeans, and started to pull them and his undershorts down toward his heels. The man helped her by lifting his ass. As the clothes cleared his loins Sally gasped at the fully erect cock that sprang up in front of her. It was the biggest she'd ever seen, at least 9 inches long, and it looked about as big around as her wrist. She'd never had anything that big inside her before, and a twinge of fear mingled with the surge of lust that this vision produced in her. She quickly got the jeans and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and was about to grab the cock when she stopped, remembering what had happened when she had nibbled on his nipple.

"Fast learner, like I said before," the man said. "You wanting something there, little girl?

"Can I touch it sir?

"Yeah, sure, and you can even suck on it and nibble on it a little. But if you bite me, I guarantee that your friends won't recognize you tomorrow."

Sally grabbed the monster cock in both hands. She licked off the drop of pre-cum that had already formed on it and swirled her tongue around its massive head. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked her way down his shaft, listening to his moans as she enveloped him. She continued to move her head up and down, swirling her tongue as much as she could, nipping at the head of his prick occasionally. His hips began to buck and his hands came down in the back of her head, forcing it farther down on his shaft until she started to gag. She tried to pull back and he let her come up an inch or two, then he was pressing her down again, the head of his massive cock pressing against the back of her throat.

"Breathe through your nose," she thought as he continued to push. She made a swallowing motion and suddenly his cock was sliding into her throat, deeper and deeper until her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. He held her there for a moment, then pulled her up by her hair an inch or two and slammed her back down on his shaft.

["That ought to have him spurting all over the place," I said to myself as I recalled how much Jeremy had tried to get me to deep throat him, so far without success.]

Sally could feel the man's balls beginning to swell, and was torn between wanting him to blow his load into her mouth and the aching need she felt to have him drive his steely rod deep into her cunt. At that point the man decided the issue for her, pulling her off him as he sat up. He picked her up and pushed her roughly onto her back. He grabbed her legs, straightening her out as he spread them far apart and knelt between them.

"Alright slut, beg me to fuck you," he ordered.

"Fuck me sir."

"I said beg dammit. Say it like you want it."

"Oh sir," she whined," don't make me wait any longer. Please fuck me. Ram your big spike deep down my pussy. Please sir, split me open with that huge prick."

With that the man lined his prick up with her juicy cunt and rammed all the way into her with a thrust so hard and fast that it pushed Sally a couple of inches across the floor of the van.

Sally screamed, both with the pain she was experiencing at the sudden feeling of being almost split in two, and with the release brought on by the orgasm that came with being speared by the massive cock. She continued to moan and sob as the man kept pounding into her mercilessly, driving her from orgasm to orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she tried to pull him even deeper into her, at the same time raising her hips to meet his thrusts. None of her boyfriends had ever fucked her this hard, and the feeling of being pounded into submission by this huge, raging cock was taking her higher than she had ever been before.

He was fucking her with such force that her pussy was beginning to get sore, but she was loving every part or it, even the pain that was building with he pleasure. She felt that she could go no higher, but when one of his rough fingers drove into her asshole she cried out and came again, even harder than before.

The man began to thrust even more wildly and Sally could feel his prick begin to swell in her stretched and battered cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me hard," she shouted. "Fill me with your cum. Oh, Jesus, fuck me 'til I pass out." Neither of them seemed to notice that she had left off the "Sir."

With this encouragement ringing in his ears, the stranger gave a shout and went rigid as he pumped his cum into her. Sally could feel what seemed like buckets of cum spurting into her, and it brought her to one final, shrieking climax. Then the man collapsed heavily on top of her.

As Sally lay there under him, listening to his harsh breathing, she heard the van door open.

"Why, hello girlie," she heard the obnoxious man from the bar say as he climbed into the van. "Good work Jim. It looks like you got our little cockteaser all warmed up. I hoped you saved her ass for me."

* * *

Just as I finished this paragraph there was a knock at my door accompanied by a muffled "Room service."

"Pretty good timing," I thought.. "My mind can use a rest while I think out the rest of this scenario." I looked out the peephole and saw the food trolley outside the door. As I opened the door it was pushed in by someone bending over it, who immediately shoved the cart at me then closed and locked the door behind him.

"Hi girlie," said Mr. Rude Bastard as he turned to face me. "I've been watching your room all evening waiting for you to come out. I figured that if you weren't going out to eat you'd probably have ordered room service, so I borrowed this cart from down the hall."

"You have got to be out of your fucking mind, breaking in here like this" I shouted. "Get out of here right now before I call the cops."

"Aw, girlie, I didn't break in," he said as he pushed the cart out from between us. "Anyone can see that you let me in. 'Stuck up bitch finally decided to get herself a real man' is what they'll be thinkin."

I could smell the liquor on his breath now and I knew that there was no point in trying to talk to this creep. I turned to pick up the phone on the beside table, but he made a lunge across the bed and beat me to it. As I grabbed for the phone my hand closed on his wrist.

"Give me that phone and get away from me now, you shithead," I snarled. "You're already in enough trouble."

"Girlie, you've got one mean mouth on you. You pull some stupid prank and get lucky at the poker table and you think you can lord it over me, don't you? Well, I've seen bitches like you before, and I know how to deal with 'em. You don't know what trouble looks like," he said as he picked up the hand set, "but I'm getting ready to show you." Then he { ----- }

Once he was in he pumped in and out for awhile, taunting me with shit like "See how wet you're gotten. I told you you'd appreciate having a real man in you," and "This'll give you something to remember while you're playing with yourself on those long lonely nights."