Message-ID: <4709eli$9710081347@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4709.txt> From: forcem@bigfoot.com (Imma Scared) Subject: RP: The Rape by Spiral Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <forcem-0810970924230001@ip38.chicago3.il.pub-ip.psi.net> SpiraL Disclaimer: This fictional story contains graphic scenes of a man raping a female, both above 18. If the above situation offends you, you must have missed your exit on the information superhighway. If you are under the age of consent in your residence, please delete this posting. For those of you who do not fall into the above categories: read on. SpiraL's Note to Readers: I have not been raped and I do not promote rape, either of a male or female, but I wanted to push my writing ability. This particular episode is short and quick, but to the point. I believe to an extent that in any circumstance, no matter how mentally against it you are, your physical pleasure may outweigh your morals or values. I approached the same topic in Child's Play: the daughter, disgusted at having sex with her parents and brother, changed her mind when the amount of physical pleasure outweighed how she was getting it. SpiraL's Shouts: This is dedicated to me, me, me!! I accept story submissions to be distributed through my mailing list, for info or to submit, write to spiral73@aol.com. To be added to my mailing list, also write spiral73@aol.com, along with any comments. Hi, John! I still want your body. :-) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- The Rape, 1997 spiral73@aol.com It was hot for October and I was wearing a skirt and half-shirt. On my way home from my friends, as I passed through a park, I heard someone walking behind me, but when I looked back, I didn't see anything. I continued through the park. As I got to the bathrooms, someone put their hand over my mouth and around my waist. I was being pulled backwards and I felt hot breath on my cheek. I grabbed at the hand over my mouth, but he was too strong for my pulls on his arm. He pushed me against a wall and locked my wrists in one hand behind my back. I felt something being wrapped around my wrists, tying them together. He leaned his elbow against my back and pinned me against the wall. A rag went over my eyes and I couldn't see any light. Another rag went into my mouth, stopping my screams. He turned me around at the waist and pushed my back against the wall, pressing against me with his hips. I felt his hands on my legs, going up my thighs. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and rubbed my pussy through my underwear. I heard tearing and then my panties were off. He put his hands between my thighs and tried to push my legs apart but I struggled. He pushed his knee between mine and grabbed my legs from behind. I couldn't keep my legs together and he got his knee between my legs. He ran his finger through my slit, pausing to massage my clit. He pushed his finger in my cunt trying to get me wet. He spread my pussy lips with one hand and began rubbing my clit hard with his other hand. I could feel myself getting wet from the stimulation and he slid his finger in my cunt again. I tried not to pay attention to what he was doing to me, but I couldn't and my clit started to swell. He pulled me away from the wall and lead me toward the lawns. He stopped a couple feet away and pushed me down, forcing me to kneel. I felt wet grass under my knees and sounds behind me. I heard unzipping and some movement. He grabbed my wrists and I felt his legs between mine. I started struggling again but he gripped my wrists harder and the fabric started biting into my skin. I stopped thrashing and he moved closer, his chest against my back. I felt his fingers between my pussy lips, rubbing my clit again. Still holding my hands he slid in all the way and started pumping hard, slamming against me. "Come you dirty slut, come," he whispered in my ear, fucking me faster. I shook my head back and forth but he pinched my nipple and I stopped moving to scream from behind the gag. "Oh yeah," he said as he squeezed my nipple and cupped my breast through my shirt. I was getting wetter and he was sliding in and out easier. I could hear his moans and grunts by my ear and his breath on my shoulder. He pushed my shirt up and pulled down the cup of my bra to pinch my bare nipple. He reached around and started fingering my clit. I tried to scream but an orgasm hit me and I arched my back. He felt my cunt grip his cock and his thrusts got harder. "That's right, come for me," he breathed in my ear. "Fuck yes," he said as my orgasm waves gripped his cock. He was still rubbing my clit, driving deeper and deeper. He changed his rhythm, re-entering me with each stroke. My juices were starting to drip down my leg and I tried to get loose from his grasp but he just held my wrists tighter when I struggled so I stopped and tried to picture myself somewhere else. He was still fingering my clit when I came again, stronger this time. I could feel my cunt muscles grab his cock and he bottomed out as he came. "AAAHHHH," he screamed as his hot cum leaked down my legs. He started going in and out again, harder this time, really slamming into me. He was playing with my nipple, the juices from his hand chilling my skin in the night air. I tried to pull away from him, to stand up, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, making it hard to breath. He pulled me closer and slammed into me as hard as he could, coming again. Willing myself not to, I came again, screaming in time to his thrusts. He finally slowed down and pulled out. I could hear his heavy breathing and a zipper again. I felt his hands on my wrists again and the restraints got looser. He stopped and I heard some footsteps, quick and fading away. The rags hadn't come loose all the way and I struggled out of them. I lifted the blindfold but saw only the dark and deserted park. I took the gag out and spit loose cotton on the ground. I got up, straightened my bran and pulled my shirt down. I found my torn panties close on the ground, but they were unwearable. I pulled my skirt down and took the panties with me. I went to the water fountain and gulped as much as I could, letting it run down my neck. I stood up and started slowly home. -- SpiraL -- -- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Why shouldn't a woman like to read and write rape fantasies/stories? I am a woman, but I'll admit that I love rape fantasies. I love to imagine that I have been taken my force......Why should I be ashamed of that? And I rather find myself turned by men who fantasize about rape..... Fantasies harm no one. "here I wonder, if my fantasy were to become a reality: If a Totally bald man were to take me against my will, to punish my poor pussy with his powerful pistonlike prick, would I not find freedon and joy?" 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