Author: Lance DeLonge Title: Elisa Summary: A classmate gets what's coming to her Keywords: MF rape nc ++++++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection++++++++++++++++++++++ This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or reposted without permission of the author (lancedelonge@yahoo.com). If posted to news group or yahoo group, be sure to include author's name, email, and website address. Darkwaters: The Erotic Fiction of Lance DeLonge -this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free erotica. Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home, kids. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Elisa 3/25/97 A light breeze blew through the exposed corridors at the college as I made my way back to my car. I was taking a night class in visual arts, and class had just been dismissed. The normally busy school was nearly deserted now and only a few stragglers remained from late classes like mine. As I took out my keys and turned the last corner of the red brick building, I saw her. I had to look twice, but I had no doubt, her long beautifully flown auburn hair bounced healthily on her shoulders as she walked. She had been in my psychology class the semester before, and for some reason I had developed a severe hatred for her. The instant I saw her the most powerful urge overcame me. I wanted her, I wanted to hurt her. All semester she had picked on a guy I assumed was her ex-boyfriend from the comfortable sound of her voice when she talked to him, and the more she bitched and nagged at him, the more I found I despised her. I silently suffered along with the guy, and I felt I could somehow feel what he was feeling every time she opened her mouth. I can't explain the misery I felt as the sensuous Elisa tried to control the guys life even though she was no longer in charge of it. I had seen it before, my ex-girlfriend had been a control freak, trying to plan every last detail of my life as well as hers. I finally ended up resenting her for that, but I was still drawn to her. I guess I carried over this resentment to Elisa. However illogical, I could not help it. I resented her for trying to control. Despite the intense hatred I felt towards her , I couldn't help but want her. No man could. She was beautiful. Her body was like that of a goddess, tall and lean, with curves exactly where they were supposed to be. I followed her into the parking lot, keeping a safe distance behind so she wouldn't notice. Even from fifty yards away, I could see her finely rounded ass framed very nicely by the short plaid skirt she wore. Her sculpted legs were encased in a pair of black nylons, and she wore a large white sweater, adding to the model-esk look she had already perfected. She had parked at the far end of the dirt parking lot where the usually protective street lights were not working, and the entire area was wrapped in concealing shadow. I waited until she had almost reached her car, then I made my move. I took my small pocket knife from my front pocket, and sprinted silently up behind her. I felt a rush of exhilaration as I realized I was finally going to live out my fantasy of sweet revenge. My heart beat wildly as I closed in behind her, my mouth watering for revenge. With out warning I reached forward and seized her mouth, bringing the open knife up to her exposed neck with my other hand. "Don't scream, bitch," I mumbled, but she obviously understood. She didn't say a word. I quickly checked to see if anyone was around. But the parking lot was empty except for her car and mine, and a few at the other end of the lot. I quickly began to lead her towards the dirt piles not far from the lot where we now stood. It didn't take to long to reach the construction site on the other side of the lot, the pile of fill dirt forming a almost fort like barricade around a six foot deep pit. I led her down into the pit. She had started crying when we were about half way, trying to fall to the ground in protest. The sharp edge of the blade had gotten her to her feet again, though. When we got to the middle of the pit, I released my grip on her slightly, just enough to kick her knees out form under her. She fell to the ground with a grunt. "What are you going to do to me?" she sobbed, lifting her self up off the ground, and looking up at me. Her eyes were red and tear filled, and her previously perfectly placed hair now clung to the tear trails and in her mouth. I kicked her again, this time in the stomach. The hatred I felt for this girl was boiling, and I was elated to see her drop to the ground curled into a ball. "I'm going to teach you some manners," I growled, feeling the urge to beat her physically like she and my ex-girl friend had done to me mentally. I dropped to my knees and rolled her over on her back, punching her squarely on the jaw, and causing her to grip her face in pain. "Fuck you, you bastard!" she screamed, her eyes dark with rage and tears as she spit in my face. I had seen the same look in my ex-girlfriends face many times as she became furious at me for doing "stupid" things, or when I tried to suggest what I wanted to do. I stood up and began kicking her, not stopping until she had resumed the fetal position. "No, actually, I'm going to fuck you," I said simply as I knelt down and cut off her skirt. Her body looked as good as I imagined it would , and I felt my rage being replaced with overwhelming passion. She desperately tried to keep her legs clamped together. "No. . . please!" she begged, all the hatred gone from her face, but primal fear instantly replacing it, "Don't!" "Shut up," I ordered, striking her again across the face, and pinning her wrists above her head. I moved so we were face to face, my body resting on top of hers. She had somehow managed to wipe her face of any indication of fear, but as I stared deep into her sky blue eyes, I could see it. My free hand slid up under her sweater, and I could feel the satin-perfect skin of her belly rise and fall rapidly as her heart beat like a drum of war. My hand continued to rise, reaching her silk covered breasts. I maneuvered my hand until I was able to unhook the restraining article of clothing, and drag it out from beneath her sweater. I held the sweet smelling cloth to my lips, kissing it lightly, and placing it off to the side. I then lifted the sweater above her now exposed tits. They seemed to have perfect form. Elisa's twin breasts looked like giant flesh melons, each requiring two hands to hold it. I slowly took one of the large tit's round, red nipples into my mouth, savoring the exquisite flavor of this bitch's sweet, feminine skin. Elisa gasp sharply as my tongue flicked across the extra sensitive skin, sending sharp stabbing pleasure into her unwilling body and causing her to stop the whimpering she had continued to do since I had straddled her. I cut the woolly sweater from her body, so now her bare upper body rested on the cool dirt of the open pit. I stared at her nearly naked body, unable to imagine how someone so beautiful could be so cruel. But this was pay back time, and I wanted to enjoy the misery she would suffer. I found some rope near by, and quickly tied her hands behind her back. Now I would be free to enjoy her forcefully taken body. Elisa's body, although bruised and battered, was exquisite. Her perfectly formed legs reminded me of the pictures of perfection that occupy every man's mind, coming together very gently at her triangle shaped croach, and continuing up very much like a piece of erotic art. Elisa's head was turned to the side refusing to look at me. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes were smeared with mascara, but even in this miserable form, she looked like a gorgeous angel. I longed to be in her, to feel her heat surround me and to fill me with the most wonderful ecstasy ever received. Tenderly, I bent down and kissed her split lips and bruised cheek, trying to stir some response. But Elisa laid there motionless, her body gone limp in protest of her attacker. "Going limp just makes it easier to get what I want," I whispered in her ear, stroking the inner sensitive lining gently with my tongue. She made no move, except for a little sigh. After a moment, she turned her head, looking directly at me, her eyes full of misery and pain. "Don't do this," she whispered, pain audible in her voice, "please." I lowered my head down, gently kissing her lips. She responded minutely, kissing back weakly, and accepting my tongue as I explored her mouth. She tasted sweet, like the finest chocolate to a chocoholic. My passion grew as I embraced her yielding mouth, absorbing her essence and warmth as my hands cupped her breasts protectively. My mouth moved from hers down her neck to the exposed tits. Each of her wondrous mammories was even sweeter than her mouth, their soft warm skin soothing my urning fire with tiny droplets of precious milk. Elisa groaned, her eyes tightly shut as I caressed her tits with my tongue, over running the pain she was suffering whit the pleasure of an unwanted, but undeniable sexual experience, that made her hotter by the second. She struggled with her bonds, desperate to stop me form molesting her further, but secretly wanting me to never stop. I could feel my nail hard prick begging to be released, and to feel for itself the silken smoothness of our captive's skin, to feel the fire that would ignite every time it touched her. I had no choice but to comply. I quickly stripped of my clothes, piling them next to Elisa's ruined skirt and bra. Elisa now stared at the now nude rapist about to have his way with her, her eyes as wide as saucers as I exposed my aching cock. I smiled at her, seeing the fear blazing in her eyes as she realized for the first time I was not going to stop until I had gotten what I wanted. I pulled her to a sitting position, placing my dick only inches from her mouth. Her eyes stared at it intensely, knowing what I wanted, but not wanting to comply. Quickly she turned her head away from my protruding staff, refusing to even look at it, let alone swallow it. Again I hit her, smacking the side of her head hard enough to nearly knock her over. She looked up at me, contempt blazing across her face. "Suck it," I commanded with another sharp swat across her face. She complied, taking my pecker into her steamy mouth. I groaned aloud as I felt her tong massage my sensitive foreskin, causing nails of ecstasy to shoot from my groin and encompass my entire body. Elisa's mouth was like a clamp, sucking tightly at my urning sausage. I could not help but to begin fucking her mouth. Within seconds, I could feel the explosive orgasm surge through my body as I forcefully slid my prick in and out of Elisa's protesting mouth. Almost instantly I let loose, shooting my load onto her tongue, and down her throat. She nearly threw up before I gave her the chance to spit out my cum next to her. I sat back and my knees for a moment, still in a blissful ecstasy from the nerve drenching orgasm. Elisa laid back down on the dirt, disgusted and degraded to have been made to do what she just did. I looked at her face, small particles of dirt stuck to the semen that had dripped down her chin. "Thank you," I said, in awe of my dirty victim beneath me. "Like I had a choice," she spit angrily, contempt heavy in her words and her face. "No, you didn't," I agreed, " but I still think I will reward you." I dismounted her, and crawled up behind her, pulling her tights the rest of the way off, and bowing as if in worship to the sensitive opening between Elisa's legs. I teased her lips a little at first, pushing through the dense tuft of pubic hair, and licking the outside, and slowly moving inside, making sure to cover her entire opening with slick saliva. To my surprise, I could taste the lubricant being excreted from the receptive walls of Elisa's pussy. "See, it's not all bad, is it?" I questioned before continuing with my assault on her now wet cunt. She gave no answer, but just writhed with each gentle stroke of my tongue. She tried desperately to control her groans, but only succeeded partially, unable to keep her passion hidden for long. Before long, she was moaning freely, urging me to keep going with long, horny groans of pleasure. Elisa came under protest, the unauthorized climax taking her by surprise, and causing her commandeered body to convulse in a rude carnal orgasm that left her breathless and exhausted. "That wasn't all that bad, was it?" I asked, my dick now fully inflated and craving her opposing frame. She made no reply, clearly feeling more disgusted than before for having enjoyed her molestation, and actually having cum from it. I allowed her to rest for a few moments as I again explored her perfect body, first embracing her subtle lips, then again suckling each breast, and finally licking my way down to her belly, and making sure to caress each firm, perfectly curved thigh, calf, and foot. Once she had calmed down a little bit, I turned her over onto her stomach, and propped her up on her knees, her legs spread slightly. I admired the two tight, firm cheeks making up her tense ass. I palmed each, gently rubbing my solid dick against each one, weakened by the immense delight that came from touching the sensitive belly to her soft flawless skin. I reached around her, grabbing her suspended breasts, and reveled in the feeling of elation I got from being in total control of this exquisite woman, able to do what ever I wanted, and she couldn't do anything about it. I waited until I could no longer control my self, and plunged my erection up Elisa's hot, wet flue, immediately feeling the gratification of long sought intercourse. Elisa dropped to a supine position, her beautiful face resting on the dirt, and her hands tied tight behind her. I proceeded to drive her form for my pleasure only, keeping my gyrations slow, and enjoying the unexplainable ecstasy that emanated from our joined genitals and clouded out the outside world completely. All I knew at that moment was my eager-to-burst porker shoved up Elisa's tight cunt as I proceeded to fuck her like a dog. I had never been able to enjoy a pussy so much, concentrating on the pleasurable pain that couldn't help but be addictive as our super sensitive skin rubbed sensously against each other. After many long minutes of this leisurely pace, I delicately began to quicken my pace. I could hear Elisa's sobs of pleasure as I assaulted her fuck hole, and I opened my eyes enough to see the tortuous look on her face every time I slid back into her seized pelvis. I smiled deeply as I reached my maximum speed, my pelvis striking hers harshly as I neared my breaking point. The orgasm that pursued it was like nothing I had ever had before. The pleasure was so intense it was like my cock would disintegrate within my innocent victim's snizz. I finally came after what seemed like an eternity of painful ecstasy, causing me to shoot a load so big that I had to clamp my self to Elisa's ass to keep from falling out. I groaned out her name, watching each of my final thrusts into her maxed out clam, memorizing each stroke of my dick as it disappeared and reappeared with a fresh coat of lubricant. As I finally came, I instinctively closed my eyes as the force of the orgasm erupted throughout my body, and seared every nerve like radiation. Elisa grunted as she felt my load enter her tube and shoot deep within. I collapsed in back of her, her ass still sticking up in the air, and her face red and flushed, muddy from the tears and dirt. I slowly got dressed, satisfied beyond all humanly dreams, and knowing a gratification I had never felt in all my life. I gathered up Elisa's clothing, and pushed her protruding ass over so that she was laying on her side. "Damn, girl, that was good," I said, knowing all to well that that was an understatement. I had never had such a orgasm, and in all honesty, don't believe I could ever have one like that again. But Elisa just laid there crying, her hands still tied behind her nude body, curled into the fetal position. I dropped her keys by her face, and knelt down and kissed her soaked face. "I'm sorry," I whispered, and walked away.