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Rape, Abuse, stretching

     Mandy flipped the light switch, but nothing happened.
She sighed, frustrated, and closed and locked the door to
her apartment.  She was two hours late getting home from
work, and today had been a miserable day; she didn’t need
this extra aggravation now.  All she wanted was to get out
of her sweaty uniform and take a long, warm bath.

     Mandy had known being a police office was not going to
be easy, but, even after all the warnings, nothing could
have prepared her for her work.  Being a woman made the job
so much more difficult: no one thought she could handle the
job, and the men on her unit gave her almost as hard a time
as the criminals she arrested.  She worked three times as
hard, with no recognition and no respect.  Today, she had to
chase down a drug dealer, who ended up getting in a
fistfight with her, with little help from her partner.  She
got passed up for a promotion, and then had to stay late to
do paper work.  Sometimes she wondered why she bothered at
all.

     She started in to her living room, kicking off her
shoes as she went, when she heard a noise from the kitchen –
sounded like someone was moving.  She reached for her gun,
but before she could draw it from the holster, there was a
voice saying “Not fast enough” and a small red dot appeared
on her chest – a laser sight.  Mandy sucked in her breath,
scared, and wished she had worn her vest home with her
today.

     The voice was deep, kind of muffled like someone was
speaking through thick cloth, but it was definitely male.
“Take off your belt, bitch, and kick it over to me.”

     Mandy hesitated, but in the end, there was nothing she
could do except to comply, not unless she wanted to get
shot, and she certainly did not want that.  She pulled off
her belt and kicked it towards the voice.  The hardwood
floors were smooth and the belt had no trouble gliding into
the darkness; she could her him picking it up and checking
through it.

     A light exploded into her face, her own flashlight.
She could not see him, the light was too bright for that,
but she now knew exactly where he was standing.

     “Take off you shirt and pants,” the voice commanded.

     Mandy was nervous – she could figure out where this was
going – and she wished that she had drawn her gun and fired.
Being shot dead was probably better then whatever this man
was going to do to her.  Still, she unbuttoned her dark blue
uniform shirt and tossed it to the ground; her pants
followed soon after.  Mandy felt very exposed, being in her
underwear in this bright light but not being able to see her
audience.

     “Damn, girl, you are one hot bitch.  A slut, too, look
at you!”

     She felt complimented and dirty at the same time.
Mandy had been a dancer before joining the force, and her
time working in the police gym had kept her lithe figure in
prime, sculpted shade, in better shape, physically, than
most of her co-workers.  She was wearing her matching lacey
black bra and thong, having thought that she might be seeing
her boyfriend tonight, had she not been so later getting
home.

     “You need to turn around for me,” he said.  When her
back was facing him, he added, “Bend over at the waist and
touch the floor.”

     She did as he asked, bending neatly over and placing
her palms down on the ground, her ass raised high in the
air.

     “Now that is a pretty sight: you have a sweet ass,
bitch.”  He moved, then, but too quickly for her to react.
He raced across the room at her and bashed her in the back
of the knee with the flashlight.  Mandy crumpled to the
ground, her leg throbbing in pain.  Her assailant grabbed a
fist full of her long, dark hair and dragged her across the
floor.  Mandy pushed with her legs when she could, trying to
ease some of the pain his pulling her hair, and her ass
thumped heavily across the wooded floor.

     The man tossed her down, face first, to the ground, but
Mandy’s head connected with the support pole of the circular
stairs that led up to the loft that she used as her bedroom.
She didn’t hit it hard, but it dazed her for a moment, her
world becoming one spinning mass of darkness.  Her grabbed
her wrists, taking advantage of her momentary inability to
react, and using her own handcuffs, cuffed her to the
circular stairs pole.

     He pulled her to her feet, but with her hands cuffed to
the pole, the stairs kept her from being able to rise – she
was stuck bent at nearly a 90 degree angle at the waist.  He
slipped his hand into her thong, clutched the material right
were the band met the ass-floss, and yanked hard.  The front
of the thong dug sharply into Mandy’s flesh as he pulled it
tight, and it hurt severely until the material gave and he
ripped the cloth away, leaving her ass bear.

     “Nice,” he laughed, giving her a heavy swat on her butt
cheeks.  “Firm.  Very nice.”
     
     Mandy felt something cold and metal brush across her
back.  She knew it was a knife, and her suspicions were only
confirmed when he cut through her bra, slicing it away from
her body.  One hand reached around and cupped one of her
breasts.  The hand was gently at first, sliding around the
flesh of her 36C boobs.  It felt nice, especially after all
the harshness she had just felt.  But then he started to
twist and pull at her nipple, which perked up immediately
and became a hard nub between his fingers.
     
     “Fine ass and great tits,” the man hissed.  “Girl, I
can’t imagine why you’d want to be a cop.”  He disappeared
somewhere behind her, and for a second, Mandy hoped that he
was leaving and that he had only wanted to humiliate her and
keep her from being able to follow.  Her hope fled her as
something thick and hard pounded onto her ass.
     
     “Sure, you’ve probably hit plenty of people with this
baton,” the man said as he swung down and clubbed her ass
again, “but have you ever been hit with it yourself?”  He
alternated between the club and his bare hand, between
thick, blunt pain and quick, fiery stings.  He kept hitting
her, though, for minutes.  Mandy was in tears, but she tried
her hardest to keep from making any noise.  She grunted in
pain when she was hit with her baton, and she hated herself
that she could not stifle the sound.
     
     “Not enough, huh?” he sneered, drawing back away from
her.  He was fumbling with something, but Mandy couldn’t see
what.  She felt it, though, when his belt lashed her on her
already sore butt.  She shrieked – the pain was too much,
and such a shock that she couldn’t keep quiet.  It egged her
assailant on all the more.
     
     “Felt it that time, huh, bitch?”  He lasher her again
and again, and each time she cried out, unable to contain
the pain that exploded through her buttock.  “You’re not
going to be sitting for a week!”
     
     He tossed the belt aside, it clattered to the ground
next to her, and his hand invaded her crotch.  His fingers
pried apart the folds of her flesh and he inserted one
finger, which slid easily up her dripping cunt.  Mandy was
horrified that she was wet for this man to penetrate, but
his finger wiggling up inside her felt so good, she wished
her would put a few more in, and deeper.
     
     He withdrew, but Mandy heard his pants slide down his
legs.  Her heart stopped for a moment, or so it seemed to
her: she might have been wet, her body might be completely
aroused, but she still didn’t want to be raped!
     
     She tried to protest, tried to move, but she felt the
tip of a gun tap her on the back and she went still.  He
held her ass with both hands, the gun pushed firmly into the
flesh of her butt, the cold metal feeling amazing against
her hot, sore skin.  She felt his cock slide across her
opening a few times, slowly being coated in her juices
before he slammed the whole length into her in one hard
thrust.
     
     He was big, the biggest she had ever had in her, and he
was hard as a rock, and just as caring.  He fucked her hard
and rough, slapping her ass occasionally, and pulling her
hair.  Even in the face of this violation, Mandy was
enjoying the sensation.  He was so huge and so strong.  He
was fucking her harder than she had been fucked before, and
she was loving it.
     
     He grunted and groaned and pulled his cock out of her,
spewing him cum all over her back.  She moaned, disappointed
that he was finished so soon.  She wanted more, she needed
more, but she could hear him pulling up his pants and
putting his belt back on.
     “Please,” she murmured.  “No.”
     
     “What?”  He got closer to hear.  “What did you say?”
     
     Mandy drew in a deep breath, hating herself as she
spoke the words, “Please, don’t leave me like this.  I need
to cum so bad.  Please!”
     
     “You are a slut!” he laughed.  “You need to cum, slut?
I’ll make you cum.”
     
     Mandy felt something sliding across her clit – it was
round and smooth and cold, made her start a bit when it
first came in contact with her hot cunt lips.  He slid it
around her pussy, then slipped it into her.  It was a
cylinder made of metal – she didn’t know what exactly it
was, nor did she care.  She started to hump it like mad,
grinding her hips against it with vigor and passion.
Pressure began to grow inside of her and it was only a
matter of time til she would cum.  She bounced harder on the
thing in her pussy, pushing more on it inside of her with
every stroke.
     
     “You like that?”
     
     “Yes!”  She thrust down again, and felt an odd
sensation.  It seemed that the cylinder was a long tip of
some object, and now the more rectangular part was entering
her.  In the back of her mind, she knew what it was, but her
lust-crazed thoughts kept her from realizing it.
     
     “Does that get you hot?  Having a gun shoved deep in
you cunt?  Full loaded, safety off, ready to blow your
fucking head off?  Does that excite you?”
     
     
     Mandy knew that she should be afraid, fucking a gun the
way she was, but it only made her want more of it in her,
made her push harder.  She could feel her crotch smacking
against his hand – his finger was on the trigger but she
didn’t care anymore.
     
     “You are one sick bitch,” he said, shifting around
behind her.  “Let’s see how you deal with this.”
     
     Her ass was forced open as he drove her baton deep into
her bowels.  She screamed in agony, but it felt so good!
She had never known pain to feel so wild, so exhilarating.
She was calling out in bliss, her gently moaning having
risen to full, unhindered vocalizations of her pleasure.  He
was fucking her with the baton, back and forth along the
entire length, sometimes even pulling it out completely and
plunging it back inside of her again.
     
     She could feel her orgasm rising – it was so close, so
close!  And, from the feeling welling up inside of her,
could be the biggest climax of her life.  The perfect orgasm
to have if it was going to be your last.  And that sudden
thought made her all the more hot, and she fucked that gun
like a mad woman – the man could barely hold it for her, she
was bouncing it so hard.
     
     “Damn, bitch.”  He stopped pumping her ass with the
baton, which made her whimper a bit to not feel the
sensation, but he left the club buried as far as it would go
inside of her, and with her own quick thrusting thighs, that
was enough to keep her orgasm building. “You liked that so
much, let’s see how you like this.”  He pulled out the baton
with one swift motion, and before her sphincter could even
begin to close, he thrust the handle of her flashlight into
the hole.
     
     The handle was bigger than the baton, but not only
that, it was carved rough to make it easier to grip.  The
sensation was amazing!  She felt even fuller than before,
which she had not thought possible, and it felt even more
intense.  She was lost on a wave of pleasure, and did not
even realize that the flashlight was not being used to fuck
her ass – it was just sitting there, holding her open.
     
     She didn’t even hear him say “Suck this,” nor did she
know what the “this” was, when she felt the round object
touched to her lips, she instinctively pushed her face down
on it, taking as much in her mouth and down her throat as
she could, which was a large amount.  He fucked her mouth
with her baton and she did nothing but squealed in delight
as the long metal stick slipped smoothly across her lips and
deep down into her gullet.  She sucked hard, licking its
shaft as it glided back and forth in her mouth, like she
wasn’t aware that it was not a cock and that, not matter how
hard she tried, she would not be able to taste its cum.
     
     He withdrew the baton after a few moments, and Mandy’s
cries once more filled the room.  She could not believe how
wonderful she felt, nor could she understand why she had not
cum yet.  She was so close, she could feel she was right on
the brink, but she just could not take that last step.  In
her frustration and desire, she took longer and harder
thrusts, pulling nearly off the length of the gun before
slamming back down on it.  She thrust with suck force that
not only did she get the whole barrel deep in her pussy,
actually pushing into her cervix, but the man’s hand, the
one that held the gun, slid easily into her cunt as well.
     
     She was surprised by this sudden intrusion, this
amazing fullness, but her was doubly shocked when she yet
her ass widening.  It hurt incredibly, but she pushed back
against this new intruder, determined to take it into her as
well.  Her ass stretched and stretched as her raper eased
the head of the baton into her ass next to the flashlight.
     
     Mandy gnashed her teeth together and panted hard,
straining with all of her might to push the baton in.  She
rocked back and worth, slowly wiggling the baton deeper and
deeper inside of her.  Finally, with a grunt, she threw her
weight back as much as she could, taking the baton up to the
hilt in her ass.  She was screaming as she did it, after it
was in, her body felt so deliciously full that she no longer
felt the pain of her stretched out ass or of the cuts in her
wrist caused by the handcuffs when she had thrown herself
back so hard.
     
     He held as much of the baton and flashlight in his hand
as he could, but they were so wide around that he could not
clutch both of them very well; he started to pump them in
and out, in and out, slowly.  It was hard, they were both in
her ass so tight, but with each push and pull it became
easier and easier until her was fucking her ass with them
and a good, strong pace, pulling them nearly out before
pushing them in again.
     
     Mandy was grinding hard against the gun hand, trying to
get more and more of his arm up into her twat.  The gun was
so far up her now she wondered if it hadn’t simply torn up
into her body, but it felt so good.  She fucked his hand,
feeling his wrist slide into her cunt.  Just a bit more, she
was thinking, and maybe . . .
     
     Sharp pain ripped through her butt cheek - the
unmistakable feeling of teeth biting  hard, very hard.  With
that pain, she exploded into a massive orgasm.  She rocked
back and forth, yanking hard on the chains, and holding them
for support.  He kept fucking her ass with the baton and
flashlight, and she pumped herself on his hand.  She could
feel the flood of cunt juices washing out across his hand,
and along with it, she could feel herself ejaculating.  She
rarely ever ejaculated, only twice before and only for a few
small squirts, but this time she a flood!  It was like she
was peeing out a gallon of water, there was so much.  Orgasm
after orgasm washed through her body, each one long,
intense, and very wet.  She had at least half a dozen before
her legs gave out and she fell back on the man’s hand.  He
removed his fist and gun out of her snatch; she was so wet,
and that combined with the fact that she was still cumming,
he just about fell out.  He yanked hard on the baton,
ripping it from her bunghole roughly – it was painful, but
that only increased her orgasm.  He let her asshole close
tightly around the handle before pulling the flashlight from
her ass, too.
     
     He pushed her aside and she fell to the ground, hugging
the support beam for the circular stairs and cooing softly
to herself.  “Oh, thank you!  That was wonderful!”
     “I shouldn’t reward you like that for being late,” the
man replied, his voice no longer so muffled.  The lights
came on, showing the disarray around the apartment – her
belt and all the equipment in it strew across the floor, her
uniform tossed carelessly about, the torn remains of her
underwear lying across the sofa.
     
     “I’m sorry, Kevin,” Mandy said, making lost puppy-dogs
eyes at her boyfriend.  “I got caught up with paper work.
I’ll make it up to you.”
     
     Kevin smiled and nodded, used to her terrible hours and
chronic lateness.  “I had dinner all prepared, too.”  He
unlocked her handcuffs, and she moved into a sitting
position, rubbing her sore wrists.  “So, when did you figure
out it was me?”
     
     “When you started smacking my ass with the baton.  I
didn’t know it was you, but for some reason I just felt more
relaxed – safer, like I knew it was you without actually
thinking about the fact that it was you.”
     
     “I thought you might, getting as excited as you did.  I
can’t imagine it works that way in a real rape.”
     
     Mandy nodded, having talked to several rape victims in
her time as a cop, but she didn’t go any more into it.  She
didn’t even want to think about work.  “I’m going to get
changed, I’ll –“
     
     When she tried to stand, he pushed her back to the
floor with his foot.  “I never said you could stand up,” he
said with raw determination and power in his voice.  “And
you sure as hell aren’t putting on any cloths, not until I
give you permission.”
     
     They had talked about her rape fantasy before and how
she had always wanted to be dominated wholly and completely,
but up until now they had only ever played at light bondage,
using her handcuffs, and light S&M, mainly clawing, biting,
and spanking.  And, of course, she had always been into hard
and heavy anal, and more recently into anal stretching,
which Kevin had found amazingly sexy.  This, though, was
unlike anything they had ever done by leaps and bounds, and
it was an amazing thrill for her.  Already her nipples were
hard with excitement and she could feel her cunt start to
moisten.
     
     “I’m going to go heat up my dinner; yours, however,
will remain cold.  Unless you can find some way to warm it,”
he got up and started to walk to the kitchen.  “Maybe peeing
in you soup will warm it up some,” he said with a laugh.
She sat on the floor watching him go, her eyes wide with
surprise and her cunt on fire with desire.
     
     “Well, come on,” Kevin snapped his fingers at her, then
impatiently tapped his leg, trying to get her to come to
him.  “Crawl to you food like the bitch you are.”
     
     She crawled after him on her hands in knees into the
kitchen, and was surprised to find that her meal was,
indeed, sitting on the floor, and of course, there were no
utensils.  There was a bowl of soup, so she crawled over to
that and lapped some of it up.  New England clam chowder –
normally one of her favorites, but being cold as it was, it
tasted horrible.  He was microwaving his food, and she might
just have to warm hers up as well, anyway that she could . .
.
     
     Kevin laughed mithlessly as he looked down at her
chowder smeared face, and she gazed loving like back at him
only to have him kick her on the ass.  “Get eating, bitch.
When I’m done, you’re done, so you had better eat quickly,
cause you are going to need your strength for tonight, I
promise you.”
     
     Mandy knew that she was going to have a long and
fulfilling night, though she doubted it would be the calm,
restful night she had originally hoped for.  This was so
much better.