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   In Sheeps Clothing



   Authors note:

   The following story contains scenes of graphic rape and violence. 
Forced drug use and abuse.  If you are offended by these things, then do
not proceed.  If you are turned on by things like this, you are at least as
sick as I am.  But the things in this story are fiction.  Never committed
and never intended to be.  The things contained herein are crimes that are
and should be punishable to the furthest extent of the law.  If you are
seriously thinking of recreating the events contained herein with a willing
partner, then by all means, you have my blessing, all I ask is that you
send me some pictures.  But if you are thinking of recreating this story as
realistically as possible, right down to the unknowing, unwilling victim,
then you need to go to a therapist.  Or to jail.  The military penalty for
rape is death, and some states are adopting this policy.  This is good. 
Also, if you rape women against their will, I will kick your ass.

   E Pluribus Noctum (One Out Of The Night)















   Molly was glad to finally be out on her own.  It was her first
apartment, and she had the whole floor to herself.  Except for the nice guy
that lived next door.  He was very shy, and other than a rose as a house
warming gift, he avoided her.  She found out his name was Jim.  He was the
building maintenance supervisor.  He replaced the cracked mirror in her
bathroom with a beautiful new vanity.  Lights all around and a large sink
with a chair and cabinet off to one side.

   It was the newest thing in the room.  Her toilet was directly across
from it, and the tub right beside that.  He offered to install a shower,
and she set a date.  He was already set to do it just before she moved in,
and it took very little time.  He only blushed and mumbled when she offered
to make him dinner.  Something about his job, and prior engagements.  He
practically ran from the apartment when he was finished.  She locked the
door and stripped.  Climbing into her new shower, she washed her hair and
skin.  Then felt her hands on her pussy.  As she masturbated, she could
almost feel eyes upon her.  It made her feel naughty.  She finished herself
off, and climbed from the shower.

   Toweling off, she sat on the toilet and shaved her legs.  Then, on a
whim, she shaved her pubic hair.  Halfway thru, she had to finish what the
tugging on her pussy lips had started.  Then she wiped the juices from her
legs and licked them from her fingers.  This was something she had started
shortly after she started masturbating.  Her fluids were a strange crave
within her.  She loved the way they tasted.

   Finished shaving her slit, she sits at the vanity and combs out her long
dark hair.  Twenty strokes to the left, then twenty strokes to the right,
then start again.  After her hair was done, she rubbed lotion into the soft
skin of her neck and chest.  around each breast, till her nipples were
hard. Her one boyfriend had dumped her over a year ago, and she was unsure
of men after that.  He had just wanted sex.  As her thumbs slid over the
sensitive nubs, she again got the distinct feeling of being watched. 
Covering her breasts with her hands, she looks around.  Up and down, side
to side.  Nothing.  There was no reason to be unsure, just nervous about
her own apartment.

   Shaking her head, she walked into her bedroom and reclined on the bed.
It had been a gift from her parents.  Big and soft, the queen size mattress
was the nicest she had ever owned.  On her back, she stretched out on the
covers, luxuriating in the feel of the breeze on her bare skin in the
sweltering summer heat.  Checking her alarm, she drifts off to sleep, her
arms above her, breasts pointed up at the ceiling, hair out around her like
a fan.  Her freshly shaved pussy like that of a child in the unfamiliar
breeze.  It felt good to sleep naked without worry of who might walk in.



   She felt like she was dreaming.  A dark form stood over her, and held
something to her mouth.  Hands caressed her breasts and crotch, intruding
into her, pulling at her nipples and pussy lips, then there was a stinging
pain..'There's no pain in dreams?' ..in her pussy.  She feels drowsy almost
at once.  Again the hands probe at her, groping her.  She sees flashes of
light, one blinking on and off, another steady, like a beacon.  The dark
form bends down, then there is a feeling of warm wetness on her nipple. 
Then the world is gone.



   The next morning, she is stiff and sore.  She felt like she had never
slept.  She was extremely thirsty, and lightheaded as she stumbled to the
kitchen.  As her eggs cooked, she dressed for work.  She rummaged through
all her drawers and boxes, but could not find her panties.  They were all
missing.  She could have sworn she unpacked them, but they were not
anywhere to be found.  Shrugging, she pulls on a pair of jeans, skirts
being suddenly out of the question, and her shirt.  She never wore a bra.
For one, her tits were not big enough.  Just two small mounds on her chest.
Also, they were uncomfortable.  She knew she would grow out soon, but the
thought of a bra was out.  They rode up on her, and they chafed.  So she
went without.  Pulling on socks and shoes, she eats her small breakfast,
then heads to work.



   It is a long day.  She is so tired, that she is dragging thru the day.
Not to mention, the crotch of her jeans ride directly against her shaven
slit.  This was something she had failed to take into account when she had
pulled them on.  She'd had to go to the bathroom and wipe the juices from
her leg three times.  The only good thing all day had been the juices she'd
licked from her hands.  She arrived home exhausted.  She'd had to visit
three stores to find panties her size, and they were just black g-strings
and one package of white ones with bows on them..  They would have to do.
Her mother said she had taken everything, and her panties must have gotten
lost in the move.  She stripped and climbed gratefully into a steaming hot
bath.  She reclined in the clear, hot water, her breasts like two white
buoys floating in the water just at the surface.

   Eyes closed, she felt the 'I'm watching you' feeling again.  It was hard
to ignore.  She knew it was just jitters, but it was so strong, it made her
break out in gooseflesh.  The water was suddenly cold.  Climbing out, she
toweled off and sat by the vanity again.  Opening the cabinet, she found
the bottle of pills she had to help her sleep.  Swallowing one, she brushes
her hair and teeth, then climbs into bed, so tired, food is the last thing
on her mind.  Curling up in the center of the bed, she is in the fetal
position when the knock comes on the door.

   She thinks to ignore it, but after the third one, she calls out "I'm
coming." And pulls on her robe.  She rushes to the door and looks thru the
peep hole.  It's Jim.  She opens the door and waves him in.  He shakes his
head, and blushes and looks away, eyes wide.  She realizes one breast is
free of the robe, and turns to cover up.

   "I just wanted to tell you, the pool is open, in the basement, if you
want to use it.  Your door key will let you in."

   She turns around.  "Thank..." He is gone, quickly striding off down the
hall to his door.  She closes and locks the door, and returns to bed,
dropping her robe over a chair on the way.  Curling up once again on the
bed, she feels the sensation yet again of being watched.  'I'll give them
something to watch!' she spreads her legs wide, and masturbates to two
orgasms before she stops.  Shivering, covered in sweat, she feels more
tired than ever.  Hands on her crotch, she drifts off to sleep.



   She is having another of her strange dreams.  The pinch in the pussy,
then the warmth, and the hands.  On her, in her, across her.  She is rolled
to her stomach, amid more of the flashes of light.  It is like a glitter
ball.  She thinks absurdly.  The hands roam across her ass, her tits and
pussy are thoroughly explored.  And her clit is rubbed and sucked till she
cums.  A tongue laps at the juices flowing from her slit.  Then the mouth
kisses her tits, over and over.  Then it kisses her.  As the tongue
explores her mouth, she wraps her arms around the dark form, and
wholeheartedly kisses him back, as fingers probe her pussy and a hand
gropes her tits.  Then she blissfully sleeps.



   She wakes up, sore and tired.  Just like yesterday.  She knows if she
doesn't get some good sleep soon, she will get fired.  Moaning, she rolls
out of bed, and gasps at the cramps in her belly.  She hits her knees, and
holds her sides till the cramps pass.  There is a bitter, sharp taste in
her mouth, and she has a hot forehead.  She calls work, and tells them she
is sick.  Judy, the receptionist, tells her it's ok, and she hangs up. 
Falling back into bed, she smells something.  Incense.  Like roses, it
wafts across the room, and is very soothing.  She drifts off to the lovely
smell of it.

   Later, feeling much better, she pulls on her bikini, and shakily makes
her way to the pool.  She opens the door and locks it behind her.  Turning
on the lights, she looks around.  No windows, no other door.  She will hear
anyone enter this way.  She pulls the stringy thing off and drops it on her
towel.  Amazed at how much better three hours sleep have made her feel, she
walks over to the water in her skin.  She appraises her reflection in the
water.  Her tits are still small, but it is like she feels them more.  Her
pussy is shaved like an egg, and her long, black hair flows across her back
and shoulders in a soft, shining tide.  She thinks her face is rather
plain, and her legs none too shapely.  'No wonder I can't get a boyfriend.
I am plain, skinny, and have small tits.' she splashes into the water,
wondering at the feel of it on her bare skin and shaven pussy.

   It is strange on her slit.  She is very tender, there.  She probes with
her fingers, and gasps as she feels it sting.  Her fingers come away
covered in blood.  She swims to the edge of the pool.

   "It's too early for my period." She says to herself.  She pulls her
pussy open and delicately probes around inside.  She finds nothing.  But
the soreness and stinging sensation are very bad, and she resolves to make
a Gyn appointment, tomorrow.  Sliding back into the water, she floats out
into the center of the pool on her back.  After a moment, the lights
flicker, and go out.  She screams.  Trying to remain calm, she calls out.
"Hello?  There is someone in here.  Hello?" There is no answer.  She makes
her way over to the edge and pulls herself out just as the lights come on.
She wraps her arms around her bare chest, and looks around.  She is alone.

   Shivering, and suddenly nervous, she walks over to her towel.  It is
gone, and her bikini with it.  Just her keys on the floor.  Eyes wide, she
looks around.  There is no one there.  Then the lights go out again.  She
screams and calls for help.  Then hands shove her into the water.  She gets
a lungful and almost drowns before the lights come on.  She had forgotten
which way was up for a moment.  Looking around, she sees no one.  Climbing
out again, she picks up her keys, and looks around in terror.  This time
when the lights go out, she doesn't scream, she runs back to the showers.
But she trips on something on the way and falls hard.  She lands hard on
her chest, and tries to scream as the wind is blasted from her lungs.  She
curls into the fetal position and tries to get her breath back.  It was a
long time before the lights came back on.  She crawls to the showers. 
Creeping up the wall, she looks in every stall and every shower.  Empty. 
The entry way is also empty.  She quickly showers off, and cautiously looks
out towards the door.  It is open.  There are four light switches beside
it. She is in the basement, her apartment is on the third floor.  She is up
the four flights of stairs easily.  Then she peeks out into the hall. 
Vacant.  She runs to her door and fumbles with the keys.  It seems like she
is exposed forever before the first lock opens.  She hears feet on the
steps, and drops her keys.  Cursing, she picks them up and fumbles with the
last lock.  It opens and she rushes in just as the door at the end of the
hall opens.

   Slamming the door, she locks the three locks, and collapses in front of
the door, knees to her chest, crying.  It takes her a long time to regain
her composure.  Finally rising to dress, she grabs the bag with the panties
in it, and gasps.  The white cotton undies with the pink bows she bought
the day before, were gone.  Only the slinky black g-strings were left.  She
searches her apartment high and low.  She cannot find them.  Pulling on her
clothes, she walks down the hall to where Jim lives.  After a moment, he
answers.

   "Oh, hello." He is surprised to see her.  "I just got back from the
hardware store.  You were lucky to catch me."

   "Sorry to bother you, but I was down at the pool, and someone stole by
clothes and towel.  And I swear to God that somebody was fucking with me,
turning the lights on and off.  Who has a key to that door?"

   "How did they get your clothes?"

   "I was in the shower.  The lights went out for a moment, and when they
came back on, my things were gone."

   "Oh." He looks like he doesn't believe her.  He knows damn well what she
was doing.  But is too polite to say.  "Well, all the door keys in this
building open that door.  It is for the use of the tenants.  Probably just
some kids playing a joke"

   "Oh, thank you.  And does anyone else have a key to my apartment?  Some
things have come up missing from there, too."

   "No.  Just you and the manager.  And that one stays locked up in a key
box downtown.  Feel free to change the locks, if you want.  You are
allowed. If you want, I can drill holes for new locks."

   She thanks him, and makes an appointment to have another hole added to
her door.  She drives down to the hardware store and picks up three new
dead bolt locks and a chain.  He drills the holes and offers to install
them for her.  He is so kind, that she offers him refreshments.  He blushes
and declines.  She sees him in a new light as he pushes the glasses up on
his nose.  She remembers his genuine concern at her dilemma.  And, she
realizes, he is cute.  His brown hair and eyes are on a strong face, and
his arms are well defined where they poke out of his shirt.

   When he is done, she thanks him and he makes her promise to call if she
needs anything.  Then he quickly strides off down the hall.  She checks him
out as he goes.  His backside is nice, and there is strength in his walk.
His shyness hides his handsomeness most of the time, but when he is
working, she can see him peeking thru.

   Smiling, she closes the door and locks it.  All four locks.  Then she
strips and climbs into the shower.  Her pussy has stopped bleeding, and is
no longer sore.  Sure she is fine, she decides the Gyn appointment is over
doing it, and forgets all about it.  She sits in the stream of hot water
and lets it wash over her.  Her hands cannot resist the pull, and she
masturbates again.  Then again.  She is suddenly terribly horny.  Closing
her eyes, she imagines Jim finger fucking her.  Then she imagines him
licking his way across her slit, to her tits, and finally her mouth.  His
cock spearing her, tearing her virginity away.  As she cums for the fifth
time, her eyes roll back and her back arches.  It is the most powerful she
has ever had.

   Toweling off, she collapses in bed and turns on the television.  There
is nothing on, and she turns it back off.  Opening her book, she cannot
read past the memory of her frenzied orgasm session.  And suddenly realizes
she had been dripping wet after her climb up from the pool.  Her pussy had
been so slick from fear and excitement, that it had dripped down her leg.
She tossed the book away, and sat naked at her desk and wrote in her diary.
She wrote down as much as she could remember about the dreams.  When she
was finished, she lay back on the bed and fell asleep to sweet memories of
her masturbation and her strange dreams.



   It is more than two weeks before she has another strange dream.  Work
had been going so well, and now she was getting a raise.  She had made
every excuse to see Jim imaginable.  Stopping by to see if he needed
anything at the store.  Offering to take him swimming with her.  Offering
to cook him dinner.  He never said yes, just blushed furiously, and made
excuses.  She was starting to really get into it when the dream happened.

   She was sleeping, and felt the familiar pinch in her canal.  Followed by
the warm feeling.  Then the flashes of light, and the hands.  Lips on her
skin, bringing her to orgasm.  Then again.  Licking her juices away and
fondling her tits.  Then something against her lips.  She opened her mouth
and it pressed in.  Across her lips and into her mouth.  It moved thru her
mouth and into her throat.  She gagged slightly at the taste and the
intrusion.  She realized vaguely that it was a cock.  She sucked at it,
enjoying her dream, and it exploded down her throat.  There was no warning,
and the cum filled her throat and mouth, spilling out to the pillow and her
neck.  She swallowed, in her dream, and licked the last of it from the cock
as it bobbed before her.  Then she was toweled off.  It was her missing
towel.

   She licked the cum from her fingers as they wiped it from her neck.  In
her dream, she was a slut, like she had seen in those movies.  She knew
this was just a dream, just fanciful imagining.  So she had no fear, no
inhibitions.  Then the dark presence was gone.  All alone, she felt her
dream end, as her dream self drifted off to sleep.



   She woke to an absolutely horrible taste in her mouth.  She stumbled to
the bathroom and brushed her teeth.  She decided to skip breakfast today,
and dressed for work.  While making her bed, she saw something strange. 
There was a few drops of a dried substance on her coverlet.  Just below the
pillow.  'Cum.' comes immediately to mind.  She dismisses it with a shrug,
and ties her hair back as she heads to the door.  There is something in her
hair.  It is flaky and crusted.  She combs it out and looks at the flakes
on her comb.  Shaking her head, she grabs her purse and heads out the door.
She bumps into Jim on her way out.  As usual after one of her dreams, she
was groggy and sore.

   "Oh!  Sorry.  I found these in the dumpster.  Are they yours?"

   It was her towel and bikini.  Both covered in oil and other unimaginable
fluids.  "Yes.  You can throw them away.  They're ruined." He drops them
down the garbage chute and turns to go.  "Jim."

   He turns.  "Yes?"

   "What are you doing tonight?"

   "Why?" He is his usual defensive self.

   "I wanted to see if you wanted to go out.  You know, see a movie or
something, maybe dinner?"

   "Ummmm.  Sure.  I don't see why not.  What time?"

   "I get off work at five.  How about six?"

   "Alright, I'll check the listings.  Anything you want to see?"

   "How about that new Stephen King movie."

   "Sounds good.  See you at six." she is glad to have finally gotten thru
to her neighbor.  His shyness was still there, but she was overcoming it.

   Despite her weariness, her day flew past.  She was humming to herself on
the way home.  Taking a quick shower, she sat at the vanity in her skin,
and applied her makeup.  Just a little.  Rouge on her cheeks.  She was pale
even in the heat of late summer.  Lipstick, and eyeliner and a pinch of
blush.  Pulling on her black dress, she marveled at how her chest had grown
in the past few weeks.  She had been barely an A-cup.  Now she was a C and
the dress was a little tight in the chest.  Her nipples poked thru the
fabric and were very easy to see.  She smiled and pulled on one of the
g-strings.

   No sooner was she done, than there was a knock on the door.  It was Jim.
"The show starts at six ten." Whatever else he had been about to say was
cut off as he stared.  She smiled and curtsied.  Revealing the slit in the
side from her ankle to her armpit, that was held shut with velvet ribbon
across her side, and showing the waist band of her panties.  He was in new
black jeans and a white, high collar button down shirt.  He held her jacket
for her, and offered his arm to escort her to the car.  His shyness evident
in his red face and averted eyes.  He only looked at her face, and then
only rarely.



   The night was wonderful.  She tried to refrain from teasing him too
badly, and he blushed and made a little conversation.  At the end of the
evening, she had to grab him and kiss him good night.  He blushed from his
collar to his crown, gave a little bow, and took off down the hall just
short of a dead run.  Giggling, she closed the door and shucked the dress.
The g-string slid down her legs, and she kicked the useless thing across
the room.  It covered just her front and left her ass bare.

   Climbing into the shower, she instantly felt her way to her aching
pussy. She hoped Jim would make his move soon, or she would have to rape
him.  Her orgasms came in a flood.  One after another in rapid succession.
She thought of Jim again.  His cock spearing her, in her pussy, in her
mouth.  She wanted him.  When she was finished, she douched.  Her period
was last week, and a little of the blood washed out.  She shaved her legs
and pussy again, luxuriating in the velvety smooth feel of her lips after
she was done.  She hopes she has another of those dreams tonight, they
really turn her on.

   Entering the bedroom, she pulls the covers back, and gasps.  Her legs
give out, and she hits the floor hard enough to bruise her bare ass.  Her
bed is full of rose petals.  Between the covers and sheets are hundreds
upon hundreds of rose petals.  She calls the police.  Telling them of the
rose petals, the stolen panties.  And her stolen swim wear.  They assure
her that the locks are sound, and no one could have forced entry to her
apartment.  After taking pictures they tell her to stay at a friends house
if she is uncomfortable.  Then they leave.  She locks the door and sleeps
on the couch that night.  The next day, she changes the locks again.  And
adds a floor stop that cannot be broken unless the door is battered from
the hinges.  Jim installs it, and an intercom.  She can call him instantly
if she needs something.  For once, concern overrides shyness.  And he hugs
her and soothes her as she cries.  After her fast shower, she knocks on his
door and they watch a movie together.  She falls asleep on his couch.  He
wakes her for work the next day, and she kisses him before she leaves.  He
had been shocked at this.  Blushing brightly enough to read by.



   She has another one of those strange dreams.  Hands roll her to her
stomach, and there is the pinch inside her pussy again.  As the warmth
floods thru her, something is pressed to her asshole.  She moans and pushes
at the bed, but whatever or whoever it is, is too heavy.  As it slides into
her, she has the vague feeling of being fucked.  'So, this is a wet dream.'
as it takes her, she moans and tries to fuck it back, sure that she must
enjoy the dream.  It hurts, but not too bad.  Her face is pressed into the
pillow, and she cannot breathe.  It is cold in her, and gradually warms
with her own heat.  Then another is pressed into her pussy.  She is rolled
to her back, and her legs lifted high and spread.  The flashes of light are
almost bright enough to read by.  Then they wink out as she loses
consciousness.



   The next morning, her ass is sore and red.  She can hardly walk, so she
calls off work, saying she has diherrea.  After asking Jim to stop by, she
showers.  Blood from her ass washes down the drain, and she panics.  The
dream last night had been so real.  Was it a dream?  Or was she being
raped. She calls her Gyn after Jim drops off the milk and Asprin she asked
him to get, and makes an appointment.  There is a new secretary, and he is
very nice about the whole thing.

   The next day, she shows up as planned, but the secretary, the same woman
who had been there since she was a child, had no idea she was supposed to
be there.  The earliest appointment she could get on a walk in was in two
weeks.  She thanked the woman, who had never heard of a male receptionist
working there, and left.

   Two days later there was another dream.  She was lifted and bent over
the end of the bed.  Again the intrusions in her body.  Then hands on her.
Something was pressed into her mouth, and she gagged as it forced its way
into her throat.  Hands held her hair and it fucked her face.  She had no
choice this time but to swallow, as it was so deep in her mouth that it
shot right down her throat.  She was tossed back to the bed and the
intrusion in her ass pushed so far in that it hurt.  The one in her pussy
was pulled out and the flashes came in a blinding flurry.  She passed out
to the twinkling of light and the hands on her skin.  Dozens and dozens of
hands.



   Two days after that there is another.  Hands on her, the pain in her
canal, and a warm, wetness on her pussy.  It probes past her labia and
vulva.  Flicking her clit, fingers massage the inside of her canal and the
mouth, that is all it can be, licks at her and gradually brings her to
orgasm.  She arches her back with the power of it.  It was a wonderful
feeling, but strange.  Too real for any dream.  Then she feels the
intrusion in her pussy.  It is soft and warm.  She moans and wraps her legs
around the dark form over her.  He slides in and out of her, and she
luxuriates in the feeling.  She knows it is a cock, her dreams were so
wonderful.  It fucks her over and over again.  She cums three times while
it pounds at her.  The form over her sits up.  Lifting first one leg then
the other till her head was between her ankles, it gets an unusual angle
inside her, and she moans like a whore for her dream lover as her orgasm
hits again.  Then it spasmed.  It pulled out and she can see the hands pull
the condom off.  Strong fingers force her mouth open, and pour the salty
liquid into her mouth.  She smiles and swallows.  Wanting to be the slut in
her dreams she never could be in life.  As it slides down her throat, she
feels the darkness reach for her.



   She is so terribly sick the next day, that she can barely call off work
between the violent fits of vomiting.  She collapses in bed and shivers
despite the heat.  Her pussy was sore and bleeding, but her Gyn appointment
was in two days.  She could wait.  She drifts off to another deep lungful
of incense.  Jim burned that.  Said it must waft thru gaps in the walls and
fill her apartment.  But it was strange.  She had closed her door once, and
her stereo, which had been blasting, had cut off abruptly.  Her apartment
was well sealed, so where did the incense come thru?

   But she is too tired to think on it too much.  And sleep claims her as
she tries desperately to discover its source.  Knowing somehow that if she
can discover that, her strange dreams and her sickness will be answered as
well.



   Again the strange dream.  Hands on her, then the intrusion of the dream
cock.  Only this time, there were three.  One in each hole.  She was
afraid, this time.  Not turned on.  In her dream, she tried to fight it,
but she was too weak.  She was lifted to the floor, and the three cocks
pounded at her holes.  Spraying seed down her throat, then emptying condoms
into her waiting mouth for her to swallow.  She did so out of reflex.  Then
she was washed off with a warm, damp cloth and returned to her bed.



   "Molly.  I know you are there, please answer, it's me, Jim." She sat
silent, staring at the speaker.  He sighed.  "Alright.  I don't know why
you are avoiding me, but your parents called, they haven't heard from you
in a few days and wanted me to check on you.  Molly, please answer.  I am
really worried about you.  Ok.  I'll stop by later.  If you need anything,
anything at all.  Don't hesitate to call.  Bye."

   She had not left her apartment for three days.  Moving around in the
dark and eating only rarely.  She had gone to her Gyn appointment, and
found it had been canceled.  Her 'boyfriend' had called and canceled it for
her.  She told the receptionist that she didn't have a boyfriend, then she
went to the hospital.  The doctor told her she was suffering from Rohypnol
withdraw.  It was a tranquilizer usually associated with date rape.  A
physical revealed that her hymen was broken and track marks in her vaginal
wall.  And scarring in her large intestine, usually associated with anal
sex.  She thanked the doctor, and went home.

   She moved around in the dark.  She went to her bathroom to pee, and saw
something strange.  Her mirror was lit up.  She looked around and could not
find where it was coming from.  She tried to look behind the mirror, but it
was screwed to the wall.  She smashed it with her hair dryer.  There was a
hole in the wall behind the glass.  Inside this hole was a camera and
spotlight, it turned on whenever she moved in front of it.  And there was a
note, written in lipstick, black lipstick.  HER black lipstick.  "You are
mine, bitch" Was all it said.  She lifted a piece of the mirror and looked
at it.  It was two way glass.  She could not see thru it from her side, but
someone could see thru it from the peep hole.  Her times in front of the
vanity, shaving, masturbating, oiling her tits, all came back in a flood.
And she remembered the feeling of eyes upon her.

   She fled the bathroom and ran to the door, in just her robe, she
unlocked it, and yanked on the door.  It didn't budge.  A voice crackled
across the intercom.

   "I see you found me out.  Oh well.  You will never leave this
apartment." She smashed the speaker to shut him up, and lifted the phone.
He was there too.  "Oh, Molly.  You played right into my hands.  I loved
playing the shy, insecure goof and having you come on to me.  It was fun,
but now it is over.  I am going to fuck you for a while, then I am going to
kill you." With a scream, she yanks the phone from the wall, and runs to
the window.  She can get down the fire escape.  Her stereo comes on. 
"Molly, Molly, Molly.  You never learn, do you?  I have you, now.  The
windows were nailed shut.  The door is locked from the outside.  I have
you. Take your robe off."

   She slides down the wall, tears on her face.  "Get up, bitch.  You
enjoyed it enough when you thought it was a dream, now stand up and strip."
She shook her head, and huddled closer to the corner.  That's when she saw
it.  The wall opened up.  It was a hidden door.  Jim stood looking down at
her, hands on his hips, all traces of his shyness gone.

   "I said stand up." He grabbed her hair and drug her to her feet.  Her
robe was torn from her skin and he spun her around and shoved her against
the wall.  A sharp slap landed across her ass, and she squealed.  "Scream
away, bitch.  I soundproofed this room long before you moved in." He
slapped her ass again and again.  And ruthlessly pressed her against the
wall.  Releasing her, he lets her collapse to the floor.

   "Masturbate for me.  I so enjoy watching you, reading your diary, and
tasting you those times.  Now do it for me again." She feels tears in her
eyes, but cannot will herself to move.  He brutally stomps down on her
ankle.  She feels it break.  Thru her scream, she can hear him yelling at
her.  "DO IT, YOU WHORE.  FINGER YOURSELF.  DO IT, DO IT, DO IT." She cries
and forces her fingers to her slit.  His anger is so great, that she
doesn't want to risk further injury.  Her whole leg is agony as she pushes
past her slit, into her canal.  He lets her do this for a long time. 
Pressing into herself and licking the fluids from her fingers when he tells
her to.  Then he grabs her by her broken ankle and drags her across the
floor.  She screams again as he wrenches the injury causing further damage.


   She is lifted and thrown on the bed.  She sits up to plead with him, and
he back hands her across the mouth so hard it makes spots dance across her
vision.  She tastes blood as his weight presses down on her.  His cock
presses into her pussy.  Tearing her, ripping her open.  She screams again
as her lips are painfully distended.  As he lifts her ankles up to her
head, she realizes then that he had fucked her before.  Probably many times
before.  Times she didn't even remember.  He pounds her brutally.  He slams
against her cervix till it, too opens.  Then he slides into her womb.  His
cock is so huge.  It fills her painfully and grinds against her pubic bone
till she is raw and bleeding.  Then he cums.  It is a flood in her womb. 
She cries and begs, asking him not to cum inside her.  She will swallow it.
But he ignores her.  As he pulls out, she curls into a ball.  Her parents
present is tainted by the knowledge that she has been raped upon it.

   "You wanted me to take your cherry, and I did.  Too bad you were too
drugged to remember.  You should have called the cops the first chance you
got.  You might have avoided this, then.  But I doubt it."

   Then she feels the ropes on her wrists.  He ties her face down to the
head board and then ties her ankles.  She screams as the rope pulls
painfully at her broken ankle.  "SHUT UP, SLUT!" He slaps her ass so hard
that she is sure he leaves a bruise.  Then she hears other voices in the
room.  Lots of other voices in the room.  He stuffs a pair of panties, her
missing panties, into her mouth, she feels the first of the hands upon her.
He ties a g-string across her mouth to keep the wad of cotton in, and she
feels more of them.  As the first one climbs onto her, she screams into the
gag.



   She loses count of the cocks that have used her.  She is bruised and
bleeding, wet with the cum across her back and with the sweat and piss of
her assailants.  They had wiped their cocks clean in her hair and some
strangled her with the long, dark strands.  She weeps as the last of them
pulls from her ass.  She had ceased to fight long ago.  Days had passed. 
At least two.  She had woke at intervals to see light or dark thru the
dirty glass.

   As she watches the form go, she looks to the cameras and mirrors set up
around the room.  Some of them had wanted her to watch them rape her.  She
had been whipped and one man had cut across her back repeatedly with a
knife.  She cries with relief as the ropes are cut.  Feeling had long since
fled her hands and feet.  Her ankle was a fount of joyous agony.  Then he
rolls her over.  She is retied, and he sits beside her.  With practiced
strokes, he trims the week old stubble from her abused slit, and she feels
something press into her clit.  She tries to scream and buck her hips as it
presses thru.

   He has pierced her clit.  Then he removes the gag and pours a little
water into her dry mouth.  Cutting the ropes, he leaves without saying a
word.



   In the morning, she tries the door.  It opens.  In her skin she runs out
to the street, her agony from the swollen, terribly twisted ankle
overwhelmed by her fear, and into the arms of a police officer.  He takes
her back to dress, and calls for back up.  They search the building high
and low, but he is gone.  There are disturbing things in his apartment. 
Pictures of her.  Videos of her masturbating, hundreds of hours of this. 
Of her sucking his cock, of her with his cock buried up her ass.  Her with
dildos in every hole.  Her triple penetrated by men, her with her face
buried in a pussy.  She didn't even remember that.  Bags of her trimmed
pubic hair.  A plaster cast of her pussy and her tits.  And a natural
breast enhancement pill that looks like her sleeping pills.  She is aware
of her swollen tits as the police catalog this.  She is embarrassed.  The
police seal it into boxes, and she leaves with her parents.  She is treated
for rape, and pregnancy, and released.  She keeps the piercing in her clit.
She knows that it will be a long time before she is able to recover from
this.  After three months, the phone rings.  She is alone.  And the number
is unlisted, changed twice a month, and wire tapped.

   "Hello?"

   "You are still mine, bitch.  I will come back for you, someday." Then he
is gone.  Her parents find her in the shower.  The water is so hot it had
given her second degree burns on her back and neck.  She is under
supervision for a long time after that.  And he never calls again.

   At least.  I haven't yet.
   The End