======== Path: news1.sunbelt.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in3.uu.net!netnews.nwnet.net!news-hub.interserv.net!news.interserv.com!news From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: JYM - Encounter #7 - Rape in the park. Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 21:30:24 GMT Organization: Not Organized Lines: 135 Message-ID: <3255818e.8085425@news.interserv.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ad67-235.compuserve.com X-Newsreader: Forte Agent .99e/16.227 The Encounter - #7 Comments to GJ@SPRYNET.COM She was young, no more than twenty-two or twenty-three, a pretty, light-skinned, long-legged african-american with a slender figure and a wide, generous mouth made for smiling. But she wasn't smiling now. Her face was a mask of fear as she stared at the silent figure pointing a 9mm automatic at her mid-section. "Whaaaht do you want? She was unsucessful in her effort to keep the fear out of her voice. "You. Nude. Now!" The voice was low and menacing, distorted somewhat by the nylon stocking worn to hide her assailant's identity. "Hurry up and get them off! Or else." Sandra glanced around. They were in a section of the park some distance from the access road and it was early, just after 6:00 a.m. Still dark. The park was deserted. She wished she'd listened to her friends and co-workers who'd warned her about the dangers of running alone, especially running through the park so early in the morning. The masked figure waved the automatic impatiently and growled, "Get on with it!" Sandra took a deep, shuddering breath and pulled her sweatshirt up and off. Then she pushed her nylon jogging shorts down over her slim hips and let them fall around her ankles. She moved slowly, hoping that someone would happen by and save her. But deep in her heart she knew it wasn't going to happen. She was going to be raped. And if she was luck, rape was all that would happen to her. She crouched and slipped her shorts off over her running shoes. Then she straightened up and her hands went behind her to unhook her bra. As it feel away from her pert, high-set breasts she heard a sigh of appreciation from the shadowy figure in front of her. Part of her registed a perverse satisfaction - she had always been proud of her breasts because of their perfectly conical shape and their size, a full firm c-cup. Her dark nipples hardened into sharp little points as the cold air washed over them. She hesitated, glancing around, hoping for rescue. Nobody in sight. She glanced back at her assailant. The hand holding the gun was white. The gun moved. "Get those fuckin' panties off!" She sobbed deep in her throat as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the plain cotton panties and pushed them down. They fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them while staring at the gun. She heard a chuckle as she tried to hide herself behind her hands and crossed arms. "Hands down at your sides, bitch! Now." Sandra dropped her hands to her sides and glared at her assailant. She heard another chuckle. "Hmmm. Shaved, just like the big girls!" She blushed and hoped that it wouldn't be noticed in the dark. "Okay, turn around and clasp your hands together behind your neck." She obeyed, slowly and reluctantly. "Now spread your feet apart and bend forward until your staring down at the ground." Again, her obedience was slow and reluctant. This time it didn't go unnoticed. "You'll pay for being so slow and so stupid!" Sandra stared at the ground and wondered what was going to happen to her. She heard a twig snap and then felt the touch of a hand on her buttocks. She took a deep breath and started to cry as the hand stroked her bare ass. There was no doubt now. She was going to be used sexually and then what? Her assailant had said she was going to pay for being slow. Pay how? The hand moved between her legs and she felt it stroke her vulva, a light stroking with the tips of the fingers only and surprisingly gentle. The stroking continued and she was stunned at how easily she became aroused. She cried steadily, watching her tears drip into the grass. After a couple of minutes her sobbing changed to moans of pleasure as she was expertly masturbated to orgasm. She started to straighten up but a firm hand in the small of her back kept her down. "Don't move, slut." She resumed her position, wondering what was going to be done next. So far, it hadn't been bad other than the shame of being forced to stip nude in public. She didn't have long to wait. She heard a zipped and then she felt a hard cock probing at the entrance to her vagina. She bit her lip and stared at the ground as her assailant gripped her slender hips and entered her. She assumed that the gun was readily available and made no attempted to escape. She was fucked deep and hard, grunting as the cock slammed home time after time. She couldn't help herself and she moaned as she became aroused again. "Oh no, god no! Please...." Then, in a lower voice, "Yessss. Oh yesss! Fuck me hard! Fuck me. Please fuck me!" Her orgasm was shattering. She lifted her head and whimpered with pleasure as she peaked. Then she was on her knees, her hands still clasped behind her neck. Her tormentor circled around and pressed the muzzle of the 9mm automatic against Sandra's lips. "Open up, slut, or lose some teeth!" Sandra opened her mouth and moaned as four or five inches of cold steel slid into her mouth. "Keep quiet about this or else I'll come back and find you. Understand?" "Ummph!" Sandra couldn't form an intelligible word with the barrell of the gun pressing down on her tongue. As it was withdrawn, she swallowed and then whispered, "Yes, I understand. I won't say a word to anyone if you just let me live! Please, let me live!" "Beg, whore! On your belly, lick my boots and beg." Sandra swallowed the remnants of her pride and groveled on her belly, licking the pointed tips of her rapist's cowboy boots as she begged for her life. After a couple of minutes she was ordered to stop. "Up on your knees." She obeyed and watched as her assailant turned a strolled away, a tall, menacing figure in the still-dark morning. After her assailant had disappeared into the bushes near the access road, Sandra rose to her feet and quickly dressed. Then she jogged back to her apartment and took a long hot shower. Later, she drove to the office and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She was at her desk when her best friend, Staci, arrived and greeted her with a cheery smile. "How are you this morning?" Then she chuckled and glanced around to see if anyone else was in yet. They were alone. Staci, a tall athletic blonde with superb legs, walked over and crouched next to Sandra's chair. She ran her hand up under Sandra's short skirt and whispered, "You were fantastic this morning! It was the best yet!" Sandra giggled and leaned down to kiss Staci on the cheek. "Yes, it was. Now get going before someone comes in and sees us! And remember, tomorrow I get to be the rapist! And where did you ever get that huge dildo?" Staci grinned. "Sure, I can't wait. I'll tell you about the dildo later. Now give me your panties." And she quickly removed her own while Sandra did the same. They exchanged panties - white for blue - and then Staci hurried to her own desk. Sandra watched her go and thought about how nice it would be to watch Staci strip in the park. The End.