Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Great Summer of '10 or I was a Teenage Rape Victim I'd like to preface this story by stating that while I tend to write stories about young girls in sexual situations, I do not condone or advocate sex with minors, and to intentionally hurt a child is unforgivable. My stories are fantasy, conceived by my twisted mind, but not from any true accounts. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. The Great Summer of '10 or I was a Teenage Rape Victim My name is Suzy, I turned 15 years old in January 2010. I'm about 5 feet tall and around 100lbs. I love the outdoors, playing games like volleyball and soccer. I also love the water, oh yeah, swimming, sunbathing, nude if possible. Last year when my then boyfriend and I went all the way for the first time, it was in the lake at sunset. Ok, so I'm not a virgin, but do understand that I'm no slut either. At the end of the school year, my family moved across town to this upscale commuity development. Dad had gotten a promotion at work, but waited until after school ended so I wouldn't have to change schools in the middle of the year. The new house was a duplex townhouse, with a large backyard that had been divided into two so that each house had a private back yard. Behind the private yard was a pool that the two houses shared. We got finished moving by the begining of June, and no one lived next door to us yet. Seems that most of the development was empty, but the realtor said that's because it's so new. The first week we were at the new house, dad went to work as usual and mom spent may days shopping for the house. She wanted new everything since the house was new. So when the house was empty for the first time, I stripped naked and ran into the backyard. I jumped into the pool feeling the cool water on my skin, it was so hot. After swimming a bit, I got out and lay out on the lounge chair to get some sun. Mom came home earlier than I expected and she caught me out back. My mom and dad are pretty open minded so she wasn't so much mad at me but concerned. She told me to only tan on the private patio, behind the hedge fence, because the realtor might come by with people to see the house. I told her I hadn't thought of that and laughed at the idea, with signs of worry, she laughed too. The rest of the month went by and we got settled in to the neighborhood. Dad has his job and mom has her ladies groups to keep her busy. There aren't many kids on this block and their all ten and younger. My friend Cindy comes by every once in a while but mostly it's just me. I don't mind it at all, I get to swim and lay out in the sun. Sometimes when I sunbath on the patio I will touch myself, making myself cum and then feeling the sun warm me in the afterglow. I make a little noise as I masturbate, I sometimes use one of mom's toys, (I wash it under hot water first, kinda eww). Turns out that mom was right about the realtor because he would come by the house twice a week showing it to one couple or another. He caught me behind our hedge one day, I must have made a lot of noise touching myself because he poked his head around the hedge. Making his apologies and standing behind the hedge he says, "Sorry, I heard a lot of noise and was just checking to make sure you were all right." He says, "I couldn't tell if you being hurt or having fun." I said, "Thanks, I'm fine and it was fun." I didn't mind him looking at me, cause he was cute, 20 something, nice suit and shoes, sandy blonde hair. He apologized again and said goodbye, I call to him, "You can check on me anytime, just in case." He walks around the end of the hedge and says, "It would be my pleasure", staring at me for a long second or two, turns away and leaves. I didn't even try to cover up; I just lay there staring back at him. I can hear him walk away and as he reached the far end of the patio, I say to him, "Thanks, I can't wait!" What did I just say? I'm such a geek, 'I can't wait', like a guy like that wanted dumb skinny me. My realtor man may or may not have any thoughts about me but I was going to be there if he did. For the next two weeks he came by every Tuesday and Thursday, to show the house. I made sure I was outside sunbathing every time, though he didn't 'check' on me again. I thought he had forgotten me, some skinny kid, he had no interest in me, who was I kidding. One Tuesday around midmorning, I was out back and getting into a fantasy about my realtor man and was completely oblivious to him standing there. He says, " It doesn't look like you're in any trouble", I freeze and glassy eyed I look at him in lust and shock. He walks over to the chaise lounge and removes my hand from my pussy and replaces it with his own, leans down and starts kissing me. I can't move, I'm not sure what's happening, but his fingers are magic and his kisses were hot as fire. He continues to kiss me as he removes his coat and tie, kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt and unzips his pants. I don't even raise a protest as he enters me; he lifts my legs and makes a slow deep penetration; I moan out loud and close my eyes. The realtor man is fucking me hard and fast, I can hear the chair scrapping on the concrete as he pounds into me. I grab his shirt and pull him to me as I cum trying very hard not to scream, I groan loudly, "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me!!" My flexing and pulsing twat drove him over the edge and he slams me down onto the chair as he cum's growling, "Fuck yeah, bitch! Cum for me, cum on my cock!" He collapses on top of me and we lay together trying to get our breaths back. He extricates himself from me and stands up grabbing his coat and tie, he says, "Thanks kid, I'll see you 'round!", he turns and leaves the yard. I lay there buzzed in the effects of an amazing orgasm and the only thing I could think of to say was, "You're welcome". I can't believe that I let him fuck me, I don't even know his name and I only spoke to him the one time. After that I only saw him one more time when he showed the house to a couple that bought it, I thought I 'd never see him again. For the next week or so I grappled with the event in my head over and over, I let a complete stranger, a grown man, rape me, fuck me like a whore. But I liked it, what does that make me? I couldn't talk to anyone about it cause if they told on him he would get into big trouble and I didn't want that. I couldn't stop thinking about it, I almost started looking for him, I mean, I knew who he worked for but not where exactly. One day, I was waiting for the city bus at the local mall when a car pulls up. I thought I recognized it. It was! It was HIS car, he open the door and says, "Get in", and without hesitation I get in, not remembering that he's a strangers to me. He pulls away from the curb and I say, "Hi", he replies hi and concentrates on driving. We sit in silence as he pulls into the garage of a new house and closes the garage door. He gets out of the car and tells me to follow him. The house is brand new, theres no furniture, only carpet and tile on the floor. Being there's nothing in any room, I wasn't sure why he lead me to an empty bedroom. He said only, "Strip!", I get real scared, I couldn't run cause he blocked the door with his size, and there were no neighbors to hear me if I screamed. I remembered that he didn't hurt me last time so there's no reason to think that was what he wanted, only sex. With shaking hands I remove my clothes and stood before my attacker naked, he takes me by the shoulders and pushes me to my knees. He unzips his pants and produces his semi hard cock, he takes his thumb and opens my mouth and forces the head of his cock into it, "Suck me", was all he said. Almost crying, I take more of his cock in my mouth and lick the tip with my tongue, as he grows stiff, I bring my hand up to stroke the shaft. Pussy juice is nearly running down my leg and my cunt aches to be fucked and fucked hard, my urges have overpowered my fears. He puts his hand on my forehead and pushes me to the floor, HARD, landing on my back and bouncing my head on the floor. I get up to my elbows and try to focus, just to see him coming down on me. He doesn't wait for me to recover as he shoves himself deep into me. I cry out in the pain of the sudden intrusion, but the pain is soon replaced by pleasure. My attacker takes more time to enjoy fucking this teen pussy, making slower and longer thrusts into me and it doesn't take long for me to be the first to orgasm. I cum wantonly and noisily matching his thrusts with my hips. He makes me cum again and again, and in a flurry of mind bending strokes, he empties himself in my abused hole. I lay there panting, he's on his hands and knees catching his breath, and says, "Hurry and get your clothes on girl or I leave you here naked!" I get dressed in a flash, still shaking from the sex and the fear of what happens next. We get back to the car and he slams me against the door hard and sneers, "We're not going to say anything to anyone, ARE we?", I was totally scared shitless and squeaked, "No, no sir, no!" The realtor man says soothingly, "That's a good girl, now get in the car!" He drives me to the store a block from my house and let's me out; I turn to him and strangly ask, "Will I see you again?" He says menacingly, "I'll see YOU, girl!" and pulls away. He picks me up, or kidnaps me, more like it, a couple more times. The first time he drives into an old factory building downtown, the kind with the big painted glass windows to the ground. He uses duct tape to tie my arms between two columns against the wall and gags my mouth. I can see the people walking on the sidewalk just feet away from me as he rapes me. I came so hard that day and I felt so helpless and ashamed. The second time he actually grabbed me off the dark street behind my house one night, tied my hands and gagged me and shoved me into the trunk of his car. He drove me to some warehouse, tied me across a matress and held me there for three hours, fucking me repeatedly. I cried, squirmed, fought back as best I could, but I loved it, I came every time he raped me, sometimes multple orgasms. I think I'm insane, I like being a rape victim. Things only got worse, he grabbed me one morning and drove me to this upscale apartment, one of those converted industrial lofts, it was fully furnished. He gagged me, stripped me and tied me into the hugh comfortable bed, I fought from under my bonds but he persisted and raped me hard before I settled down. He left me tied there and I could just see his car leave the driveway. I started to freek out, what if someone else shows up? What if he forgets about me and leaves me here? What if, what if, what if, I cried and screamed through my gag, I pulled hard at my bonds, but soon gave up in futility. I must have cried myself to sleep because some time around noon I'm awakened by the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor. I haven't quite got my eyes open yet as he crawls on to the bed between my outstretched legs and sinks his hard on in my pussy. I scream out in pain because I was dry, I had been asleep, it took several painful strokes to get my pussy lubed but the realtor man didn't wait. He grunted something about making it quick cause he had a meeting in a hour, he was hard and fast and the leftover pain from the dry stick only compounded the intensity of my orgasm. I came and cried and screamed and came again, when he was through with me, he got up and put his clothes on. While he dressed I did my best to comunicate that I need to use the bathroom and he untied me and followed me toilet. This place was so fancy, it had a bidet, and the cool water jets felt so good and I washed up as best I could. He then tied me back into bed and left me there the rest of the day, stopping in from time to time to rape me. Sometime around 5 o'clock he unties me and forces me into the shower and tells me to clean up quick, he stands in the bathroom and watches me shower though the glass door. Crying and sobbing, I clean up in the shower, after I rince off he opens the door and snatches me out saying that I was taking too long. I get dressed shaking and he leads me to the kitchen and hands me a can of soda, sitting at the table and staring down at it, I hear him say, "You done good today girl, I think your ready!" He takes me back down to the car and threatens me again about not talking to anyone and he drives me back home in silence. All the way home I kept thinking about my situation, I could go to the cops and stop this, why did I let him keep doing this, and, my god, what did he mean 'I was ready', ready for what? His next abduction he held me captive even longer than before, he caught me early one morning and kept me till after dark and brought me back before I would get into trouble. He took his time with me that day, tying me into new positions, and his new trick was to fuck me till he was close to orgasm then pull out and calm down, then start again. He fucked me for almost an hour straight doing that, I just about couldn't cum anymore by the time he finally reached climax. I thought he was going to kill me, he slams into me so hard, it must have been huge for him, thank god I was all but numb down there. That evening when he released me and let me wash up, I could barely walk, I was crying as I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. He watched me shower then get dressed again, and he tells me again what a good girl I am and then threatens me at the car and drives me home. Susy, you are totally insane, I think to myself. You could tell your parents or the cops, your the victim here, you could just stay indoors, then he couldn't get you, but you can't, can you? Your sick and twisted mind, you want this, you want him to rape you. Suzy, you are totally insane! Five days of sitting inside my house, thinking about him and what he does to me, I decide to go out and let him find me again. That Friday morning I walk down the empty back street behind my house, shaking with fear and lust, then a hand from behind the corner of an empty building grabs my arm and pull me in and a hand is slapped over my mouth. "I thought you had told on me!" he growls, I shake my head no and mumble the same. He says, "You've been a naughty girl staying away so long", I thought 'Five days? This guy is jonesing as bad as I was!', he says, "I've got big plans for you today, little girl!" He forces a gag into my mouth and tapes my hands behind my back, stuffs me into the trunk of his car and tapes my feet together. He takes me to an old empty furniture store and uses the freight elevator to take the car up stairs so no one would see him take me out of the trunk. He lifts me out and throws me over his shoulder carrying me to a plain queen size bed with very sturdy and hand made looking head and foot boards. He ties me into the bed, with me struggling the whole time, so my knees were up and spread like a whore. ready for action. He puts a tube of KY jelly on a wooden box by the bed, he said, "No more dry stick", I was releaved. The box and the bed are the only things in this cavernous room so my every scream and moan echo's in a haunting way, and the bed is on the far side of the room away from the elevators. He gets off the bed, removes what clothes he doesn't need, I start screaming and thrashing and he mounts me. He fucks me furiously, I cum and cum, when he gets through, he dresses and goes to leave; he stands in the elevator, he presses a button and says, "I gave some friends a key to this loft. So, treat them nice!" and the elevator door closes. I thrash and scream and pull at my bonds, there's nothing for me to do, I cry, he didn't really, did he? Would he? Sometime about an hour after he left and completely freeked out, I hear the elevator ding, someone's coming up! I twist and cry in my restraints then the door opens, I freeze and stare towards the door. A man steps out, I've never seen him before, oh god, he did give out the keys. I scream and cry as the man makes his way over to me, he's older than my realtor man, in his forties, my guess. He sits down on the bed and lets his hands wander my young body, he sooths saying, "Now, now, girl no need for all this, we both know why I'm here." I look at him with tears in my eyes and as he removes his coat, he says, "Yes, there, there, just relax", I start crying uncontrollably as he crawls between my legs. I noticed that when he used the KY, he put it on a condom covered cock. My realtor man must have told them to do this for their own protection. The old man molested first, fingering and licking my pussy, squeezing and pulling my tits, then he mounts me. I've never felt like this before, not even with the realtor man, I was disgusted by this man as he grunted away at me, this pig, this brute, was turning me on so much. I tried to hide my screams of pleasure under screams of anger not letting him know I was enjoying this. Although, if he could feel the reactions of my pussy, there's no doubt that I was. He cums and grunts, and pulls himself off me, sitting on the edge of the bed getting dressed, he says, "What a good little girl you are, you SLUT!" I cringe thinking I was about to be hit, and he gets up and walks out. Two more times that day different men came up the elevator to rape me. The realtor man came by periodically to see to my needs and let me wash up a little. One time the door opened and two men came out, I really freeked. Because there was two of them, they untied me and forced me onto my hands and knees as one lay below me and I was lowered onto him. The second man put KY on his finger and drove it into my ass. My exboyfriend took both my virginity and my ass cherry but I was not ready for this. He got up behind me and straddling his friends legs, forces his cock into my butt. I scream out through my gag and it takes them a minute to find a rhythm. As one pushes in the other is pulling out, and back and forth, I'm completely lost in sensation, one long hard orgasm shook through my whole body. I swear I think my ass had an orgasm, I could feel the muscles contract and squeeze the dick fucking me. The guy behind comes first and pulls himself free and falls onto the bed, the second guy was not done yet, he rolls us over and proceeds to fuck the shit out of me until he cums. I was a willing participant, pulling his hips into me with my hands, crying out a muffled 'YES, YES' as he pounded away. They tie me back into bed and I pleaded with them not to, we had had so much fun untied, and I wanted to be able to move about, but they weren't listening. They were about to leave when the guy who fucked my ass tells his friend to give him a minute. As the door closes on his friend, he says, "I want some of that pussy first!" and walks back towards me. About six thirty that evening, my realtor man shows back up and releases me and lets me clean up and get dressed. He tells me that I've been very good today and that his friends said that I was good too. He grabs me by the back of the neck, and reminds me not to say anything and I nod my head as I stare at the ground. He drives me back home telling me that I was to be out in the street on Monday and if I'm not, things could get ugly for me. After being raped by a line of strange men, how could it be uglier, but I couldn't chance it, and besides, I would have been there even without the threat. So I was there on Monday. I couldn't help it, I was hooked, I was a sex addict, a fifteen year old nympho, who liked bondage and rape. Suzy, your insane! The End