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 "Carly" by Jany Kate (jany_kate at yahoo dot co dot uk)

   [MF, nc, rape, anal, oral]

   This is my first story.  Please let me know what you think or any
suggestions for improvements.  Most of all, enjoy.

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   It has to be admitted: Carly was always more than a bit of a tease.  Her
blouse was always buttoned just one button too low or her skirt was just a
little too short.  When swimming, she wore the skimpiest pieces of material
that could actually be called a bikini.  She had long, shapely legs, fairly
big tits, and wonderfully smooth skin.

   Despite the fact that most men would have eagerly agreed to go straight
to bed with her, she lead a reasonably chaste life, preferring to tease men
and flirt with them, rather than actually sample their goods.  This had
lead to more than one nasty comment behind her back, but she didn't care.
She just liked being the centre of attention.

   It was late afternoon, turning into evening, when Carly got home from
work.  She was standing in the hallway, still dressed in her short black
skirt and white blouse, when all of a sudden she heard a noise.  Turning to
see what it was, she was horrified to see a tall man holding a knife
standing behind her.

   Panicking, she started to run, but the man grabbed her from behind,
covering her mouth with one of his hands.  With the other, he brought the
knife up to her face so that she could see it.

   In a low voice, he growled, "Scream, bitch, and I'll slash your pretty
face.  Understood?" When she didn't respond, he repeated, "Understand me,
bitch?"

   Terrified, Carly nodded her head.  The man grinned.  "Who else is in the
house?"

   "No-one," she replied, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her head
backwards.

   "And where is your bedroom?"

   Carly shuddered: she had hoped this would just be simple robbery, but it
was becoming clear to her that it would be more than that.  "Upstairs," she
finally admitted.

   The stranger tugged her by her hair again, dragging her over to the foot
of the stairs then pulling her roughly up them, kicking her when she
stumbled and nearly fell.  He kept the knife to her face or throat the
whole time, a stark warning of how dangerous he could be if he chose to. 
He shoved her through the bedroom door and she fell roughly to the ground
at his feet.

   He slammed the door shut behind him then turned to face her.  "Stand up,
you fucking whore!" he yelled, and she clumsily scrambled to her feet.  He
took a few seconds to admire her body, licking his lips as he ran his eyes
over her full curves.  "You're a pretty little slut, aren't you?  What type
of work do you do, slut?"

   "I work at...  at a shop..."

   "Doing what, bitch?" he interrupted.

   "Stacking s-shelves, s-serving customers," she stammered, looking away
from his intense gaze.

   "You wear jeans to work?"

   She looked at him, confused.  "No, a skirt."

   "Take your top off, bitch," he said, ignoring her questioning look.  She
fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, eventually allowing the light white
garment to drop to the floor.  He eyed her appraisingly, noting the way her
tits seemed to strain against the restriction of her bra.

   "You wearing a thong, bitch?" She nodded.  "Take off your skirt, then."

   In seconds it was dropped at her feet, the black material pooling around
her ankles.  He bent down and yanked it out from under her feet, nearly
knocking her over.  Using the knife he ripped it to shreds then used the
longer strips to bind her wrists tightly behind her back.

   He stepped back to admire his handiwork, particularly the extra thrust
the position gave to her ample chest.  She shivered a little from the cold
air her skin was now exposed to.

   "So fucking pretty..." he said.  "Don't you look like a right little
whore now, bitch?"

   She nodded slightly.  She *felt* like a whore, standing stripped to the
undies and bound in front of this man who seemed to see her only as an
object.  He played the knife lightly over her face, then dragged it gently
down her neck.  When he reached her chest, he sliced the bra off, and her
tits bounced free of the restraining material.  He grabbed a handful of her
right tit, squeezing it hard before letting it bounce back into place.  He
let his fingernails find her stiff nipple, pinching and nipping at them
before taking them in his mouth and biting them.  She cried out in pain and
he laughed.

   He continued to tug and pinch at them while asking, "And your pussy...
would that be shaved...  or trimmed...  or just a big hairy bush?"

   She blushed as she admitted, "Shaved."

   "Shaved like the fucking whore that you are!" he laughed, with a final
slap to her nipples.  Two more slashes with the knife and the pieces of her
thong were held triumphantly in his hand.  They soon joined the rest of the
discarded clothing on the floor as he shoved his hand into her pussy,
pulling hard on her clit a few times before sticking two of his fingers
into her hot cunt.  She struggled against him, trying to pull herself away
from his hands.

   In return, he grabbed her hair again, pushing her to her knees.  He
rubbed his cock over her face, then rubbed it on her tits too, grinning as
she tried to pull away from his huge member.  "Open that fucking whore
mouth of yours and take my cock like the whore you are!" She opened her
mouth and he shoved his way in, "Come on, whore!  Suck it!"

   She immediately started to suck timidly on his cock, and he rammed it
further down her throat.  She could feel herself starting to gag, but it
just seemed to heighten his pleasure to have her tight throat muscles
constricting around his bulging cock.  She expected him to cum down her
throat, but to her surprise, he pulled out, grabbing her and nearly
throwing her onto the bed.

   Turning her so she was facedown, he untied her wrists and retied them
roughly to the bedposts, then spread her legs wide and tied her ankles too.
Her curvy ass waved in the air as she struggled to pull herself free of the
restraints, yelling at him to let her go.  He simply stroked his cock,
incredibly turned on by how helpless she looked tied to the bed.

   He ran a hand over her ass cheeks and she tried to move away, but the
restraints were too tight.  "You like being a cock-teaser, bitch?" he
asked. "Showing off your ass in those tight pretty skirts but never letting
anyone touch it?"

   "Please don't hurt me!"

   He smacked her firmly on the ass.  "Answer the question, bitch!"

   Carly sobbed, "Yes, yes I like it!"

   He smacked her on the ass again.  "Why do you do it, bitch?"

   "I don't know!"

   He leant forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until she
almost felt her neck would snap.  "Do you KNOW what I do to cockteasters
like you?"

   "No?" she barely managed to get out.

   "I rape their tight little asses," he hissed, letting go of her hair so
that her head dropped back onto the bed.  She screamed, pleading with him
to leave her alone.  "Stuff the screaming, bitch.  You deserve this." He
slapped her ass.  "Go on, say it.  Say, 'I'm a fucking cock teasing slut
and I deserve to be raped like a whore.' Say it."

   "Please, just leave me alone!" She couldn't believe this was happening -
worse, she couldn't believe that her body was betraying her and she was
getting so wet.

   "Say it.  Say it exactly as I told you or I'll cut your fucking breasts
off with my knife."

   Carly managed to stammer out, "I'm a..  a fucking c-cock teasing slut! I
d-deserve to be r-raped like a whore!"

   He laughed, then picked up the remains of her thong and skirt.  He
shoved the thong in her mouth, binding it in place with the skirt material,
tightly gagging her.  Climbing over her, he began to rub his cock up and
down her ass crack.  "Feels nice, doesn't it, slut?" he asked.  She shook
her head, the gag preventing her from speaking.  "You like that, you
fucking whore?" Without any warning, he parted her asscheeks and forced his
cock into her tight asshole.  She screamed into the gag as the pain tore
through her.

   He leant forward and grabbed her nipples, pinching them hard before
ramming his cock further into her ass.  She was crying into her gag as he
pulled out and shoved himself back in even harder than before, complete
ignoring her pain.  He was practically ripping her ass apart, going faster
and harder with each thrust, his balls slapping against her cheeks.  She
could feel him cumming, shooting his load deep into her ass.

   Her relief lasted only a moment as he grabbed the knife and sliced her
restraints open, turning her onto her back and then removing the gag. 
Straddling her, he rubbed his cock in her face, cum dripping from it all
over her, and forced her to lick it clean and swallow the sticky mess.  Her
cunt was hot, but she hadn't cum, and didn't dare try to relieve herself.

   His cock cleaned, he stood up, rezipping his pants up.  He looked at
her, her face dripping with cum and her body battered, the remains of the
restraints still round her wrists and ankles.

   "I'll be back for you another day, cunt."

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   End