Author: Sterling Title: The Art of Rape Summary: Carl is an expert in the art of raping teenage girls in their own beds in the middle of the night. But there is a twist. Keywords: MF Mf cons non-con reluc rape het 1st preg NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 6/6/2010, new header added 8/26/2010. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ================================================================== The Art of Rape As I shut the door behind me, I saw with pleasure that the faint glow of moonlight was plenty to see by. It was an ordinary girl's bedroom. There was a dresser, a bed, and a desk. A few items of clothing were scattered about on the floor, and the desk had a few books and papers on it. The walls had posters of horses and cute baby animals. In the bed was Caitlin. It was a warm night, so she had only a sheet over her. Lying on her side facing me, her long blond hair was mussed over the pillow with a few strands over her face. She had a lightweight white nightgown on, and her breasts were easily visible underneath it. They weren't especially big, but they had a lovely curve to them. My cock started pulsing to life. A sheet reached up as far as her narrow waist, covering the mound of her hips and her bent legs. Her chest was gently rising and falling with each breath. She was 14, still a child in many ways, but her body had crossed the line into womanhood. Her face radiated peace and happiness. I was about to change that. Warm weather was the best time for this; I had only shorts and T-shirt to remove. My cock rose to full attention as I considered what was to come. Moving to the bed, I first gently pulled the sheet down from around her waist to the bottom of the bed. Her nightgown ended at mid-thigh, and below that her gorgeous long legs trailed away, ending in toenails with purple nail polish. Next I gently lifted her nightgown up as far as it would easily go. It rode up high enough on the back of her thighs that her white panties came into view, making my cock give a little twitch. I was ready to spring into action at any time, but wanted to see how far I could go before she woke up. I gently pushed her hip, turning her over onto her back, and as she did I pulled the nightgown up past her waist in front. Now her luscious smooth stomach became visible above her panties. She didn't stir; I love sound sleepers! I began gently stroking the front of her panties where her pubic hair was, and stroked down into the crevice between her legs. After a minute she started smiling in her sleep, and spread her legs a little wider. I took advantage of the extra surface area to stroke her pussy through the panties. Her smile broadened. The lubrication her body was doubtless producing would make the penetration easier on both of us. She started stirring, perhaps waking up. Now was the time. I slowly put one knee on the bed and lifted my other leg over to straddle her, my cock pointing at its primal destination. I hooked my fingers under the edges of her panties out at her hips, and then yanked them down hard. That startled her partly awake. I lunged down on top of her and mashed one hand over her mouth and growled, "Do exactly what I say!" But she was not awake enough to be thinking of bargaining and consequences. She started thrashing and my hand only partly muffled her screams. My full weight was bearing down on her, and with my other hand I quickly guided my cock to her cunt. When my rock-hard organ was in roughly the right place I rammed in hard. It wasn't quite lined up with her cunt opening, but as the flesh in the entire area was pressed by my rod, it funneled me in the right direction, over hair and fleshy pussy lips to the damp smooth parts. My inward path was blocked, but that slowed me only a second. I jammed again hard and the constriction gave way and the end of my intruding cock was through. She thrashed more and screamed harder, pain added to terror. Her fear made me even more excited and determined, and with two more hard pushes I was in her all the way. Her lubrication wasn't bad, helped by my gentle pussy-stroking while she slept and also by blood from her ruptured hymen. My masculine pole now held us together down below, and I used the weight of my thighs to hold hers apart a little. I shook her head back and forth roughly and growled, "Be quiet!" Now she was awake enough to understand consequences, and she promptly went silent. Her wild eyes still showed her terror, and that was good. I worked my hands in behind her shoulders and squeezed us together tight, while I started pumping away into her cunt fast and hard. I dug my fingers into her back and I bit her neck hard enough to draw a little blood. I found this very exciting. After maybe a minute, the glow started spreading in my loins, and as it reached its crescendo I jammed up hard into her and felt my cock twitch, the spurts of cum shooting way up inside her. As my body rhythmically pumped my seed deep into her I stayed locked tight. She had stopped struggling, so I could relax and enjoy the afterglow. I looked at her face, which was flushed, tears glistening against her skin. She was even more beautiful than her pictures had suggested. It was good she had been totally surprised, it was good she was terrified, and it was good that she had felt some real pain. And now it was good for me to press my naked body down on hers so she struggled a bit for breath. She was soaking up the pheromones of her rapist. I stayed on top of her for maybe five minutes until my cock softened and slid out. I then rolled off beside her, keeping her between me and the wall. The basic job was done, but now I could enjoy her with a bit more leisure. "What are you...?" she started to ask. "Quiet!" I commanded. Talking was not good. "Take off your gown and panties," I ordered. In the frenzy of the rape I had only gotten the panties partway down her thighs. She complied after the briefest hesitation. Perhaps after the ultimate violation I had just inflicted on her, stripping seemed only a minor further insult. She was just gorgeous, and I gently ran my hands all over her. After some minutes of stroking this perfect creature my erection started rising again. "Get up on your hands and knees," I commanded. She just looked at me. "Do it!" I said. "You pretend you're a little bitch in heat, and I'll fuck you from behind." She fought back tears as she assumed the position. I then beheld her lovely woman-sized butt in all its glory. Between her legs her pussy was still engorged and glistening. I rose to my knees, and like any good male animal I worked my way behind her to line up my cock with her cunt. Once more I slid my tip in, and with just a few strokes I was in to the hilt. I could feel the tip poke the end of her cunt. I took my sweet time gliding in and out, with my hands on her butt, pleasure building with every stroke. "You are a really great fuck," I said. "Wonderful. Well worth another load of cum." She sniffled. I could have thrust happily into her for an hour, but I decided it was time to give her another little dollop. I started pumping harder and deeper. She yelped as my prick hit the end of her cunt repeatedly, and I could see her wincing. The pain was good, so I made sure to jam deep with every stroke until I convulsed deep inside her in a haze of pleasure, my cock twitching my sticky splats into her. Glowing and with my desire totally satisfied, I slid out and flopped down beside her, and she slid down and rolled onto her back. After a bit it looked like a light bulb went off, and she spoke all of a sudden. "Did my parents tell you to do this?" "Yes, of course," I said. "Aaaarrrgghh! I hate them. I'm never going to talk to them again! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" With that, she began pummeling and kicking me. "Stop it!" I commanded sharply. "You're mad at them, not me, right?" A flicker of a smile preceding her icy stare told me that she got the humor in that, but wasn't in the mood for it. "If it's any consolation, lots of girls say that." After a pause I added, "You really are very beautiful." She gave an angry sigh and put her arm over her face, but I detected a small glimmer of warmth at the compliment. I tousled her hair a bit, then got up to call her parents. I stayed with her until they arrived. Although very rare, an occasional girl in her humiliation would do something stupid with a razor blade. We would see if I had impregnated her, as her parents hoped. -------- When cats mate, the male bites and chokes the female, and then inserts his penis and thrusts briefly. As he is ejaculating, spines lift out from the side of his penis, and as he withdraws they rake the inside of the female's vagina. It is excruciating. If the female is not hurt, she does not ovulate and there will be no kittens. This is part of the life cycle of the cat. For some reason the human reproductive cycle had changed to require something similar. A hundred years ago, human fertility started dropping dramatically. Fewer and fewer women became pregnant, though couples were having sex more often. Then people noticed that rape victims were still getting pregnant at roughly the same rate as before. The first several people who saw evidence of this decided not to investigate it, because the implications were too horrible. But eventually all of the feminist ideology in the world couldn't suppress the conclusion. Pain and fear strongly contributed to achieving a pregnancy. Throughout modern history, women have chosen to remain childless, and this development swelled their ranks. Teenage girls having sex for the first time also seemed to get pregnant more than usual. Initially it was assumed that this was because, as a virgin, a girl was likely to be frightened and find the experience painful. This was often true, but it turned out to be an independent effect as well. A woman who was childless by 25 was unlikely to conceive no matter what. But once a girl had borne a child, a healthy dose of fear and pain could lead her to conceive several more times. A young woman signing up to be raped when she was 18 would have a 70% chance of conceiving over several attempts. As the population started plunging, people gradually came to realize that extraordinary measures would be required to keep the species going. This included many young women who did not want to submit to the fear and pain required to become pregnant. With some mental discomfort, many of them supported measures that applied to other women. Younger girls, in particular, were fair game. The obvious step was to arrange for the rape of girls below the age of 18. At first this was restricted to girls who agreed, despite their fear, if their parents didn't object either. To no one's surprise, not too many girls volunteered. To make matters worse, it is harder to properly terrorize a girl who has agreed that she is willing to be raped. Although it was a huge legislative battle, the dwindling supply of children led to the most controversial law ever enacted by a modern democratic society: Parents could arrange to have a daughter raped even without her consent. I am Carl, a paid rapist. I am paid by parents to rape their daughters. Girls growing up were vaguely aware that someone like me might arrive to ravish them in the night, and got uneasy as they reached puberty. Some parents discussed the rape authorization freely with their girls, some were evasive or noncommittal, and some promised they would never hire anyone to rape them. Not all kept the promise. Caitlin naturally left clues as to her monthly cycle in the bathroom wastebasket. Her mother scheduled me to arrive 14 days after the start of the poor girl's last period. As required by our contract, the parents had also arranged for Caitlin's younger sister to be elsewhere on a sleepover, and they themselves left earlier in the evening. No one in my profession wants to risk being beaten up by an irate father. When a man hears his daughter scream, he has a very strong urge to protect her. Sometimes a desire to punish the rapist persists beyond what would arise in the passion of the moment. Mothers, fathers, brothers and girls themselves all feel angry at me sometimes, and as a precaution I live in an undisclosed location with security measures, some not known to the public. The qualifications for my profession are rigorous. First, a man has to meet all the criteria of a good sperm donor, because if successful he will be the father of the child. Next, he has to be able to get a rock-solid erection and keep it while wrestling with a hysterical girl. He has to reliably win the wrestling match, then follow through to penetration and ejaculation. He has to use judgment and be prepared to retreat if the girl's resistance is too fierce, without taking it personally. He has to risk getting scratched, punched and bitten. This in particular can make a man angry, and a true professional has to have sufficient control that he doesn't actually injure a girl. He certainly can't be sadistic, even when provoked. I also offer another service. I volunteer to be present at counseling sessions where the girl can express her rage at what I have done to her. It is easy enough for me to express sympathy, and to accept her anger as valid. A heartfelt apology is a little harder since I continue to perform these rapes over and over. I naturally don't volunteer the fact that I enjoy my job immensely. By far my biggest draw is one simple fact: I have a high success rate at impregnating my girls. I am at the top of my profession, I am in great demand, and I live very well. Parents interested in my services have to send me an application with pictures and videos. I accept fewer than half the applications. The average girl is stuck with a journeyman rapist. Truly unattractive girls have to resort to marginal members of my profession. I have one additional requirement which is somewhat controversial. I reserve the right to rape a girl over and over during our session if I want. The evidence on whether this helps achieve pregnancy is unclear. But the parents know it in advance, and they still pay handsomely for my services. By now I've fathered about a hundred kids. I'm very proud of that, and I do keep track. I don't have much use for the kids themselves. Just not my thing. Fucking them into existence? Great. The messy, ornery, willful little things themselves? Not so much. -------- By the light from the hall I could see that the bedroom floor had a fair amount of junk on it, so I made a mental map of where I could step before shutting the door behind me. I had to get quite near the bed before I could see Mary. She lay on her back, and to my surprise she was looking at me. She did not look terrified, nor did she look excited, nor sleepy. Fuck first, ask questions later, that was my motto. "I'm here to fuck you, OK?" I got no reaction. I stripped and she moved over to make room as I slid under the covers. I warmed up, and influenced by the bundle of fertile femininity beside me, my erection rose quickly. As I started approaching my prize to find the best way to get at her cunt, she quickly pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down together, in one motion, and spread her legs apart. I slid my hand between her legs and started massaging her pussy. It soon got wet. Her neutral reaction was unusual. It didn't seem likely that a baby would take in her given her seeming indifference, but I could enjoy the fuck and get paid anyway. I rolled on top of her, slid my cock into her tight cunt, which had no detectable cherry, and started thrusting away. She said nothing, but her pussy walls were covered with a slick, slightly grainy texture, and I found the pleasure exquisite. I savored the sensations for a while, but within ten minutes felt like finishing her off. With some strong, frantic strokes I reached my climax, pumping her full of my sperm. After I had recovered a bit, I slid off to the side. She pulled her panties and pajama bottoms back up. I was preparing to get up when she slowly, timidly turned towards me and cuddled up to my side. I expansively encircled her with my arm. Then I felt a little tremble from her, and as the trembling became more rhythmic I realized she was crying. Crying was not unusual if a girl had been angry or scared during the rape -- or sexually aroused. She, however, had showed only quiet indifference. It seemed pretty clear she didn't want me to get up, and I was happy to provide a warm body for her to cry against. The cries turned to sobs. I'm not paid to be a therapist, but I do know a fair bit of psychology. "Are you crying because I raped you?" I knew the answer in advance, but I had to ask the question. She instantly shook her head. "I am happy to listen to anything you say, and I am happy to stay quiet, and I am happy to leave. Your choice". I wasn't feeling like a saint, however. "If you have me stay, though, I'm going to fuck you again." Her brief smile didn't surprise me. The firmness with which she stuck to my side made her choice clear. After half an hour of silence, I considered my situation. I had an intuition that this kid was suffering in some way, so I said, "Whatever is troubling you, I just want you to know there is help. I will leave you a card with numbers to call. If you don't feel safe in this house, there are places you can go. There are people you can talk to. There are drugs for mood disorders. I don't know you, but I know I want you to feel better." She was silent. Well, I had done my bit. Now for the payoff. "But first, I fuck you again," I said, my cock rising. I turned to face her. Side by side, just as we were, would suit me fine. When she figured out the exact position I was proposing, she molded her body accordingly. Her cunt was just as magnificent as before, as hot and smooth and grainy as before, this time seasoned with my first load of cum. She watched my face with interest. It was hard to tell for sure, but it looked like she was feeling a little pleasure herself. When I jammed into her deep to cum again she smiled a little. --------- Dear Carl, I can't say I enjoyed being raped, but it was more emotional attention than I had received in years. I told my parents I had been traumatized by the rape so they let me see a shrink. I wasn't traumatized by the rape, but I was badly depressed, and after some cool drugs I am feeling much better. The second fuck was kind of nice, actually. It let me know you were genuine, not just some goody-goody guy. You're a genuine dirty, despicable rapist. I thank you. Mary -------- I shut the door softly behind me, but she had already awoken with a start and was sitting up in bed. I said, "Don't move," but she would have none of that. She jumped out of bed, looking panicked. Although I would have to subdue her, that was all in a day's work for me, and I took time to note that she looked sexy in a long tee-shirt which covered her to mid-thigh. I strode over to grab her, but she dodged towards her closet, to the left of the bed. I followed her, but she was one fast rascal! She raced around me to the door. She got it partly open, but I arrived in time to heave my weight against it, forcing her to drag her arm back. After a bit more parry and chase, I cornered her in an alcove where her desk was. She started hitting and kicking. I could have left at that point, citing discretion, but I was up to the challenge. Ignoring blows, I grabbed her shoulders, turned her around roughly, and slammed her upper body face down on the desk. I got her left arm twisted up behind her back, and the pain made her cry out. I told her to stop kicking, but she kicked harder, trying to connect with my shins. I twisted her arm harder. She screamed, but she stopped kicking. I let her arm slide back to a somewhat less uncomfortable position. All of this did not especially feel like foreplay even to me, and I did not have an erection. But as I stood behind her, pinning her up against the desk with my body, one arm holding her neck down, and the other twisting her arm, I began to consider what was in front of me. Molly was her name. Just thirteen years old. Awfully young, but starting at that age the chances she could become pregnant were 90%. She had an athletic build, shoulder-length light brown hair. I knew from the pictures she had a pretty face, but I couldn't see it just then. But I smelled her sleepy teenage girl essence, and my cock began to rise. I felt her warm butt as I held it against the desk. "If you kick me, or try to get away, I'll kill you, OK?" I would do no such thing, but saying it might increase her fear. It would probably get her cooperation. She said softly, "No, no, please..." over and over. I moved away from her a little to unfasten my own trousers and pull them and my own underpants down. I didn't need them down all that far. I then grabbed her long tee-shirt and hitched it up. She had no panties on. Some rapists might try to rationalize that because she had no panties on she was a slut and asking for it, but that would be ridiculous. I didn't need any flimsy rationalizations. The world, her parents, and I all thought it would be great if she got pregnant. I wanted to fuck her, conquer her, rape her, and splat some semen high in her cunt. To hell with what she thought. My better self gave free rein to my inner animal to act on those delicious urges. I could feel that her crack was oozing a little fluid, the lubrication of the fertile female. She had that intoxicating smell too. I chanced letting go of the arm I had been holding against her back. I spread her pussy lips with one hand and stuck my cock into her a little. It was a bit like carpentry. You position a nail in the right place with fingers and give it a few taps to get it started. Then you take the hammer to it in earnest. Sensing what was coming, she pleaded more frantically. I got both hands to her hips and shoved hard. She jumped and let out a yelp, which yielded quickly to crying. Her cunt was very slick and velvety. Despite her own opinions, her body itself was all prepared and eager to welcome a cock. I pushed all the way in. This was going to be great! I did what my body wanted, which was to thrust into her hard, over and over, my hips and muscles straining to put my tip into her as far as it would go. I made sure to be pretty rough, hoping it would cause her some pain. Soon my cock swelled even larger, my thrusts became more frantic, my urgency and pleasure built, and I finally strained myself into her as far as I could and ejaculated. A sleepy thought emerged from my panting relief: I had a thirteen-year-old fertile virgin doubled over a desk, cunt hot and wet and open wide, filled by my dick and oozing with my sperm. Man, that felt good! I let my cock slide out, some goo sliding out with it and landing on the carpet. I stripped completely and had her lose the nightshirt, then ordered her to the bed. She was just as gorgeous as in the pictures. I told her to lie on her stomach. I decided to ratchet up the fear a little more. "Now maybe I'll kill you anyway." She stopped crying and tensed up. I then sat on top of her butt, slid my hands around her neck, and started choking her. She naturally got frantic and started resisting with all her strength. "Nah, just kidding," I said, though that naturally did not stop her struggling immediately. I grabbed her right arm and twisted it up behind her back again until she screamed. She stopped struggling again, and then I just lay down flat on top of her, covering her whole body, from head to toe. Pheromone time. After a while my cock starting rising again as I felt her perfect butt beneath me. I realized I had been pretty rough with this kid, so I decided to satisfy my renewed urge in a simple fashion. The truth is a female can be in all kinds of positions and still let you at her cunt. I moved her legs apart a little, and then with one hand sent my cock downwards between her buttocks. I found her pussy lips and slid inside. I only took a couple strokes, my cock not very far in, before I spurted more semen into her, accompanied by a mild glowing relaxation. I lay on top of her for another fifteen minutes or so. Twice was not enough for me with this hot young thing. This time I wanted her face to face. I had her turn on her back and ogled her entire beautiful body from head to toe. I mounted, slid inside and thrust slowly. She was crying softly. After ten minutes she stopped crying. I was enjoying our slow leisurely fuck. By thirty minutes she was moving her hips too. That awakened an urgency in me, and after a minute of faster strokes I jammed in all the way and gave her my third dose of semen while I enjoyed her face, tear-streaked but also struggling with a glimmer of pleasure. I asked her if she knew what that was about, and she shook her head. Getting her pregnant. Then a light bulb went off and she understood. I'm sure whether I should be surprised or not at the number of girls who don't remember that they will very likely be raped one day. I called her parents, and left by the back door as they were coming in the front. --------- With one girl I had to give up because her hymen was just too tough to get through. Another was pretty fat, and I usually didn't sign up for fat girls, but her face was gorgeous, and I was interested in trying new things. It seemed I was pushing aside rolls of fat one after the other as I burrowed between her legs, but at last I found her cunt, silky smooth and normal as on any other woman. I took the nipple of an enormous breast into my mouth and bit so hard it drew blood. One girl looked at me with an exquisitely pure hatred as I spurted into her -- that expression belonged in an art museum somewhere, I decided. I said before a man in my profession couldn't be a sadist. Well, I must have a hint of it in me, but I never let it get out of control. Call it licensed, tamed sadism. Another threw up as I jammed into her from the rear after pinning her on the dirty carpet. And another -- Zoe was her name -- screamed at the top of her lungs but somehow had such a silky cunt that I had an orgasm to remember forever, the pleasure waves just washing over me again and again. Several girls over the years wet the bed in their terror as they first woke up. It's not my favorite odor, but I fucked them anyway. For a couple girls I couldn't get it up. It was rare, but it happened. They got refunds. -------- Melinda was 19 and had contacted me herself. That already set us off on the wrong foot. Just how much genuine fear and pain can you feel when you really desperately want the guy to make you fearful and inflict pain upon you? All of these visits work better if I show up unannounced in the middle of the night. When an independent woman contacts me directly, she's the one who knows her menstrual cycles, so she has a pretty good idea when I might be coming. That reduces surprise and fear. But at least she doesn't know which month or the exact day. Melinda had sent me a key to her house, so the time of my arrival was up to me. Women who know I might be coming tend not to fall asleep for a long time, so I visit around 5am. I quietly let myself in and went to her bedroom. She had the covers up around her, and I was relieved to see she was asleep. I quietly stripped naked, my erection rising. Her pretty face and short brown hair matched the pictures she had sent. I knew what the rest of her looked like too. I yanked the covers down, and she woke startled. I landed on top of her roughly, and mashed my hand over her mouth. There was no clothing to force my way through; she slept naked. I was going to force her legs apart, but she slid them apart herself. She didn't seem very unhappy, in fact despite my mashing her face and digging my nails into her back, she was smiling. I stuck my cock into her cunt and found it well-lubricated. This was very unlikely to cause a pregnancy, but I thrust away anyway, enjoying the experience itself. After maybe five minutes, I thrust as deep inside her as her flesh would allow and I ejaculated, a male delivering semen inside a female, a pattern with the urgency and rightness of the hundreds of millions of years behind it. She came too. Naturally no pregnancy came of that. Two months later I tried degrading words and spanking and slapping, but they were not enough. Maybe she had more than a touch of masochism in her. I asked her if she would like me to use more unorthodox methods, and she agreed, with only the slightest hesitation. The next month she woke to find me strangling her for real. Real enough that she believed it and got terrified -- but the fear quickly passed. I didn't know how to make it real enough to terrify her without a significant risk of actually hurting her. The problem in a nutshell was that she trusted me, and I am trustworthy. My next idea made me shudder a bit. But she really wanted to get pregnant, so I decided to give it a try. I skipped a month, and when her cycle came around again I let myself into her room in the early morning hours. I found her in exactly the same position as the first time. I paused to just look at her for a minute. I see plenty of beautiful girls in my line of work, but there was something special about her. I couldn't put my finger on it. As my erection rose I equipped it with the little something extra I had brought. When I ripped the covers off of her, she woke and spread her own legs willingly. I didn't bother with any verbal or physical abuse. I lined my dick up with her pussy slit, and as soon as I started ramming myself into her she screamed, writhing to get free. I had donned a strange sort of condom. For one thing, there was no covering at the tip. My semen had to be free to spurt out. But the other unusual part is one that she was very much aware of at the moment. The rubber cylinder that was hugging my cock had an unusual outside covering: coarse sandpaper. Not having a vagina I don't know in detail just how it felt, but I was sure it hurt a lot -- that was what we wanted. The utter intensity of her scream indicated she was probably in enough pain to get pregnant. Her scream was very erotic in itself, so three strokes later I thrust as deep as my dick could go and covered her cervix with a nice big blob of semen. Waves of pleasure washed over me as waves of pain washed over her. Then I withdrew to lie beside her. She swore at me and hit me. I corralled her hands in mine and rolled on top of her again. My sandpapered cock rubbed against her thigh. She squirmed and amid sobs told me to get that damned thing away from her. I convinced her to stop hitting me long enough for me to take the sandpaper condom off. That done, she reached down between her legs and tried to assess the damage and massage herself gently to ease the pain. I crushed my weight on top of her and held her tight -- she still needed to smell my masculine essence. Although she was uncomfortably short of breath, the crying continued in fits and starts, gradually becoming softer and less frequent before subsiding to just sniffling. Eventually I rolled off to lie beside her and looked at this beautiful woman. She looked at me. "Thank you -- asshole!" she said. I had to smile at that, and she gave a little smile too. The smile and the "asshole" together set something stirring inside me. My innovative condom did the trick and she became pregnant. ---------- As with many women of legal age, there was an arrangement in her contract that if she did get pregnant I could visit her once more during her pregnancy and have more normal sex in celebration of what we had achieved. I arrived in early evening, rang the bell this time, and she answered, dressed in a simple nightgown. I passed up her offer of a drink and we went straight to bed. Many women feel that my second visit is an unpleasant duty they must endure. Occasionally when I sense this I waive my right and go away; usually I go ahead and fuck the reluctant mother-to-be anyway. Melinda did not seem at all reluctant. I admired the little bulge where her baby was starting to show. When we were both naked and my cock was rapidly rising, she said I really was quite a handsome, studly man. I had her lie back on the bed, legs spread wide, and close her eyes. I then fished an item from my pants on the floor which I had bought just for the occasion. She heard me rustling around, and having a bad memory of the last lovemaking gadget I had arrived with, she opened her eyes with alarm. What I had this time was a small donut-shaped ring that fit over my cock and fell to its base. It was a vibrator. To my surprise, she first removed it and engulfed my cock in her mouth. While on business I keep my cock far away from the mouths of my victims. It might get bitten off! But I was touched that Melinda had taken the initiative to give me pleasure in that way. I mightily enjoyed the sensations. After it got to the point where my body was getting ideas about orgasm, I had her turn over and I put the ring back over my cock. I turned it on and slid into her gently. When my cock got all the way to the hilt, the vibrator was hugged between my pubic bone and hers. After a few strokes she was gasping and smiling at me, but soon she was too absorbed by her own pleasure to think about me. As I thrust at a moderate pace she cried out with a huge orgasm. Somehow I knew she needed less stimulation, so I paused in an idle mode, with my cock most of the way out of her, moving the tip slowly back and forth, keeping the ring away from her for the time being. After she had rested a bit, I asked her if she wanted me to turn it off, but she shook her head no. I lifted myself up on my hands to look down at her. I started thrusting again. This time it took a couple minutes for her to get that urgent look, and then I picked up my pace too. This time I took in the full picture before me as my brain started to transcend to the level of exquisite pleasure. She was flushed all over. She had perfect skin, somewhat large breasts which slid to either side of her chest, with nipples standing up straight. Below, her smooth pregnant stomach sloped down to her pubic hair and below that her pussy. From the other direction I could see the slope of my flat stomach leading down to my own pubic hair as I mashed the two sets together. When I was in her all the way, the top of the vibrating ring was just visible between us. When I withdrew the tube connecting us was clearly visible. From that perspective there was no visual clue as to which one of us had the hard penis that was pushing into the soft wet flesh of the other. We both knew, of course, and the idea of the cave of her hot, smooth wet cunt hugging me tight drove my ecstasy up another level as she strained against me, and I thrust hard and unloaded cum up inside her as she came too. Just then the baby started kicking a little. I pulled out and shut the vibrator off. Usually at that point I would have gotten up to leave, and by her body language I knew that was what she expected. But this was not a usual encounter. I rolled her over towards me and hugged her tight, side by side, for a long time. After a bit she looked at me thoughtfully and said that my sexual expertise extended well beyond rape. Something about her and the way she said those words got to me, and I started crying a little. Then she was the one to hug me tight. After a minute I explained that while there was this animal side of me that found the power and anger of rape not only lucrative but appealing, there was another side, and that side wanted only to love women and given them pleasure. The latter part was easy enough for anyone to understand. She seemed to understand the former as well. We both felt my dick rising, and that indication of my interest rekindled hers. I put the vibrating ring back on and lay on my back and suggested she ride me, the position where a woman has the most control over exactly what angle the cock is at, and how deep it goes and at what speed. More important, she also has control over just where her tender pussy parts rub against the man, how fast, and at what angle. In this case when she took my cock up inside her deeply, her outer pussy flesh hit a vibrator, not just a hair-covered pubic bone. She took rather small strokes, but within a minute or so she cried out with orgasm as she pressed the vibrating ring between us tight. Then she relaxed a little. She didn't ask me what I wanted, but I kind of liked that. I knew that any time I wanted I could grab her butt cheeks and fuck her as wildly as I wanted and have my own orgasm -- and she wouldn't mind. Soon she was going up and down and back and forth again, and within less than a minute she came again, an all-consuming convulsion. This time she stopped for only a few seconds before continuing, and it seemed a matter of seconds before she came again, and it was hard to tell just when that orgasm stopped and the next began. She was covered with sweat and starting to shake. But she kept holding her vulva against my pubic bone and vibrator, making just the tiniest adjustments, and crying out almost continuously. Then she started keeling over sideways, and as I reached to catch her my cock sprang out. She had fainted. I eased her onto her back, turning off the vibrator and removing it. Her breathing was fine; she was just out cold. Her body was anything but cold, with sexual fulfillment dripping from every pore. I hadn't had my second orgasm. Having sex with an unconscious woman is rape, since she cannot give consent. But I figured there was implicit consent. And besides, when had lack of consent stopped me before? Most of all, I knew Melinda would want me to fuck her whatever way I wanted most. I mounted her and, amid the lubrication that soaked her pubic hair and inner thighs as well as her entire vulva, I found her pussy and pushed in. As my glans first went into her cunt, I felt a few weak contractions. Was she in some orgasmic state that possessed her even while unconscious? I thrust just exactly as long as I felt like, which was probably ten minutes, before ejaculating way up inside her, a heavenly orgasmic happiness consuming me. She cried out too, still out cold, as another orgasm took her. I slowly slid off to snuggle against her side. Pretty soon she started stirring a little, and then she came to. I explained what had happened, and she laughed a little, then lapsed back into exhausted slumber. We had been at this two hours, and I was quite happy to join her in sleep. When I awoke to bright sunshine streaming through the window she was right there, looking even more perfect in the daylight, gazing at me with something more than a smile. My cock rose hopefully. She asked if she had fulfilled the terms of her contract adequately, and we both burst out laughing. She was touchingly straightforward in saying she would consider meeting again even though she was not legally required to. I was silent a while, and I could see she was preparing for this to be all over, which is of course what we had both expected when I arrived the night before. Then I said that it was a tradition in the old days that if a boy got a girl pregnant he would marry her. She laughed out loud at that, but then stopped when she realized I was only smiling. We locked eyes, facing each other on our sides. We drew together. For the first time, our lips touched. They touched again, and then we started several minutes of sweet, gentle rubbing of lips; neither of us chose to explore with our tongues. For all our earlier wild and urgent genital mushing and penetration and squeezing, there was a different quality of pleasure to the kissing. We pulled our faces apart a foot and locked eyes. She took my hard cock gently in her hand and aimed it. When I thrust upward, it slid smoothly into her hot, wet, velvety cunt. I thrust into her, deliberately choosing a fucking pattern that was ordinary, average and calm. Our breathing got faster and the excitement built, but we never broke eye contact. We saw the other get that intense hungry expression, then saw through our own orgasmic haze the other's expression turn to the dreamy look of sexuality fulfilled. I felt her pulses grip the base of my cock as I also felt my own. The cum shot in an instant from the innards of my body to the innards of hers. The baby started kicking vigorously. ----------- We didn't get married right away. We went on many dates, discussed our plans and dreams, our values and preferences, and what made us happy outside of bed. We saw how the other cooked and ate, how we were when we got annoyed, and sad, and even bored. Of course, if I was to be true to her, I would have to give up my career. I had postponed three scheduled rapes for the first two weeks of our courtship, but then decided the issue had to come up. So over breakfast on a Saturday, sun streaming in onto the small table, I asked her how she felt about my profession. She joked that she thought she might drop out of college and go into prostitution herself. Then she said that she had of course been thinking about this from the beginning, and never dreamed I would give up my raping business. All women understand how I have to be rough and mean to help girls get pregnant. To most of them it is an unfortunate necessity. Although Melinda shared that view intellectually, at a gut emotional level she found it actively exciting. With as much dignity as I could muster in a bathrobe, I went around to her side of the kitchen table, knelt and took her hands in mine. "Will you marry me?" She paused briefly. "On one condition." "Yes?" "Promise to never, ever use sandpaper again!" "I promise," I said, as we both suppressed laughs. "Yes, I will." The words were barely out of her mouth before I pulled her off the chair and flopped her onto her back on the hard wood floor, being careful to shield her head so it didn't hit hard. I forced her legs apart with mine. Pulling up my bathrobe, I released my cock through one of the leg holes in my briefs. I then shoved her nightgown up past her pubic bone, and roughly pushed the fabric of her panties between her legs to the side, sliding into her in the same motion. Underpants were pressed against panties, but the relevant organ of semen transfer had gotten past both of them, past her pussy lips and deep into the pussy itself. I thrust ten times and she cried out with orgasm. It took me another twenty strokes before I had an exquisite climax and shot my semen up inside her, the first sex of our engagement. I lay on her for perhaps two minutes, the baby kicking at irregular intervals. I made her struggle a few seconds before letting her get out from under me. She immediately got onto her hands and knees, waving her butt back and forth within a foot of my face as I sat on the floor, in case I might conceivably miss her intention. We had never had sex like that before. I got up on my knees behind her and flipped her bathrobe up. She still had her panties on. I pulled them roughly halfway down her thighs, scratching her hips with my fingernails. My cock was still poking through the leg hole in my underpants, hard again. I grabbed her hips. I didn't even aim, I just jammed my dick at her crotch, making rough humping motions. It hit something unyielding the first two times, but by the third she had wiggled her butt so her cunt was right in front of my prong, and it slid in. She asked if I could go deeper, and with adjustments from both of us I found I could go deeper than ever before, and felt my cock hit with considerable force against the end of her cunt. "Ouch!" she said. After the briefest pause, fearing I might think she was asking for a let-up, "More!" After a minute of rising excitement and swelling cock I pressed in all the way and roared as I came; her cuntal convulsions told me she had come too. I stayed pressed inside her for a minute as my cock softened. But it started hardening as I thought of what I was going to do next. I dismounted her and flipped her onto her back, then stood and dragged her by the feet, on her back, down the corridor to the bedroom. Her bathrobe bunched up under her, her panties staying at mid-thigh. I slid back onto the bed and kept dragging her feet until her butt was up over the edge of the bed, with her body trailing down to her head on the floor. I spread her legs, ripping the panties in the process, and slid my dick into her once more. I thrust that way for maybe a minute before I came. She cried out and pulsed at the same time. She then let herself slide down to the floor, and immediately got up, pushing me roughly onto my back on the bed. My cock was up again in under a minute, it seemed, and she impaled herself on it, and started moving up and down fast, engulfing my manhood over and over again. She slapped me playfully across the face, which startled me. She then stuck her tongue out at me and I got it. I slapped her on the face, pretty hard. "Harder!" she said, so I whapped her with more force. She screamed and squeezed my cock in a vice-like grip. I spurted up inside her. She then flopped down beside me on the bed as she pulled the covers up from the foot of the bed. She snuggled by my side with her head up on my chest. We grinned at each other weakly and slept until three in the afternoon. ---------------- I came to be pretty fond of our little boy Nathan. Melinda knew raising him was going to be her job -- though with my income there was plenty of money for childcare. Yet even just seeing him now and then, over and over, the little bugger grew on me. Same with his sisters Sue and Carla. I'll never be super-dad, but I have fatherly feelings. --------------- Melinda's witch makeup was right on the edge. It was realistic enough that it could be the face of some real woman, but at the same time horrible to behold. That is what 20-year-old Louise woke to. A body's full weight landing on her chest and Melinda's face, shrieking, "You disgusting, vile whore! You asked a man to come fuck you, but you got a devil instead!" Down below I was at work on her nether parts. I made a disgusting snorgling sound as I shoved thighs apart. I wore metal gloves. "He's going to tear apart your foul prostituted cunt hole with his rusty spear. You wretched bitch! You're going to scream for mercy!" Melinda's fingernails were by now digging into Louise's breasts and nipples. My organ was not rusty, but rather sleek, smooth, and hard, and I made another even creepier snorgling sound as I lined up and shoved in. "His cum is acid, so you'll burn and itch for the rest of your life!" I made a vile retching noise as I shoved deep into Louise's hot, wet, welcoming cunt and flooded her with my ordinary man's seed. Louise started giggling. After all that, she giggled? I could see Melinda sag, echoing the disappointment I felt. This Louise was a hard case! Melinda and I could make a pretty scary team, but not enough for Louise. Melinda rose off of Louise's chest to pull her pants down and expose her pussy. What was that smell? Something like rotting fish! She hadn't told me she was going to try anything like that! I suppressed a gag. Louise looked a little pale and gagged too. Maybe that would be enough. Later Melinda and I would consummate our own marriage again, both of us feeling enhanced pleasure as we relived our efforts to rape Louise in a truly humiliating fashion. It was Melinda who came up with the idea of teaming up on the hard cases, and she showed more talent at it than I would have ever dreamed possible. It all works out quite well! ================================================================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.