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Subject: JYM - Encounter #4 - M/F Rape
From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Date: 1996/09/30
Message-Id: <32502aa6.273433@news.interserv.com>
Organization: Not Organized
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The Encounter #4
Comments to GJ@SPRYNET.COM
I was out jogging when it happened. I'd always told myself
that I'd never be raped. I was too big, too fast, too strong, too
cautious. It was just two days past my 28th birthday. I was young
and brash and confident. Not any longer.
They took me as I was circling the park. It was 6:00 in the
morning and still dark out. I'd been warned by friends and family
about jogging alone at that hour but I always told them that I could
take care of myself. I was distracted by a shout from across the
street. When I looked that way, someone came out of the park and
tackled me. It was a hard, bruising tackle that knocked the breath
out of me. Before I could react, someone jumped onto my back and
pinned me down.
I quickly realized that there were at least two and possible
three attackers. They lifted me to my feet and one twisted my right
arm up behind my back. Another put a knife to my throat. "Make a
sound, bitch, and I cut you! Understand?"
I nodded, too mad too speak. They marched me into the park
until we were a good 50 yards from the road. Then they released me
after another warning about cutting me if I resisted. There were
three of them, hulking figures wearing stockings over their heads so
that it would be impossible to identify them. One of them told me to
strip. I shook my head in stubborn refusal. The one with the knife
stepped forward. "Strip or I cut your clothes off. Maybe I cut you
while I'm doing it."
I stared down at the ground as I pulled my sweatshirt up.
Once it was off, I pushed my sweatpants down and pulled them off over
my running shoes. I didn't want to take my shoes off - I might get a
chance to kick or run. Then I straightened up and glanced around, no
chance of running - they were all watching intently. I knew what they
were seeing. I'm a strong-featured brunette with a nice olive
complexion. Not pretty, but attractive or maybe handsome would be a
better word. My hair is very short and curly. I have a nice
full-breasted figure and long, strong legs. Beautiful legs, my best
feature.
"Hurry up, bitch. We ain't got all day." It was the one with
the knife. He seemed to be the leader.
I unhooked my bra and slipped it off. They grinned at the
sight of my firm, pear-shaped breasts with their big, pointy nipples.
I dropped my bra on top of my sweats and took a deep breath before
pushing my panties down over my hips. They laughed and made lewd
comments when they saw that I was shaved. They told me to stand with
my hands at my sides and spread my legs so they could look at me. I
refused. Two of them jumped forward and grabbed my arms. I
struggled, but the third ended that with a short, vicious punch to my
belly that drove the breath out of me. He hit me a couple of more
times and slapped me a few times, very hard blows that split my lip
and left my cheeks stinging. I started to cry and hated myself for
it.
Then I listened, horrified and disgusted, while they talked
about who was going to do what to me. "Listen, we agreed," one said.
"Each in a different hole. Right?" The rest mumbled agreement and
the first speaker continued. "I want her mouth." Another spoke up
and said he wanted my cunt. The third nodded and said, "Her ass is
fine with me." I tried to run then but one of them tripped me and
then I got another beating.
The one who wanted my mouth was first. I was forced to kneel
and suck his cock. The one with the knife touched the point to my
left nipple and warned me. "Bite and you lose your nipples." I've
always enjoyed fellatio and I'm good at it. I gave him a good blow
job. The best. I didn't want to lose a nipple. He held my head when
he came and warned me to swallow every drop. I did, choking and
gagging.
Then I was put on my back and fucked hard by the one who
wanted my cunt. The other two crouched and fondled my breasts,
pinching and pulling my nipples until I was crying from the pain. He
took a long time and pounded me hard before he came. When he did, he
pulled out and shot his sperm over my breasts and belly. Then he made
me lick him clean.
Then came the moment I dreaded. Then told me to roll over and
pull my knees up under my belly to raise my ass in the air. I
refused. Then, to my shame, I started to beg. "Please, don't do it.
Let me suck you. Or fuck me in my cunt. I'm nice and tight, you'll
like it. Please, anything you want. Just don't fuck me in the ass!
Please! Not my ass." I went to him on my knees and licked his shoes
while I begged, hating myself the whole time. He told me to get down
and lift my ass. The knife appeared and touched my right nipple.
Sobbing, I got down on my belly and drew my knees up, raising my ass
to be fucked.
He parted my buttocks and lubricated me with spit. I was
sobbing and begging when I felt the head of his cock press against my
anus. I was virgin there and terrified. As he pressed forward I felt
as if I was being split by a big, soft wedge. The head of his cock
penetrated my asshole and I stopped begging. It was too late. With a
hard thrust his cock drove all the way into my rectum and I felt his
ball bounce against my sex. Then one of the others grabbed a handful
of hair and lifted my head. A cock was thrust into my mouth. I
didn't suck, he fucked me in the mouth.
They came almost at the same time. I swallowed automatically
while hot jets of cum spurted deep in my rectum. Then they were done
with me. They kicked me in the belly and between the legs before
leaving, laughing and joking about what they'd done. I lay there on
the wet grass for several minutes before dragging myself up and
pulling my sweats on. I rolled my bra and panties in a ball and
carried them as I trudged back to my apartment. I could feel a
dribble of semen running out of my anus as I walked.
At the entrance to the park, I passed a guy who was buying a
paper from a vending machine. He glanced at me. "Nice tits."
I stopped and stared at him for a moment. "Fuck you, asshole.
I've just been raped."
He glanced around quickly. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled
me off the sidewalk. I didn't resist. I didn't care anymore. He
pulled my sweats down and raped me while I stared up at the trees.
When he was done, he stood and urinated on me.
After he left I pulled my sweats up and trudged home. I had
been taught my place in the scheme of things. I was a collection of
holes for men to use for their pleasure.
The End
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