Message-ID: <4768eli$9710101531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4768.txt> From: forceme@bigfoot.com (Imma Scared) Subject: RP: Short8.0 by Wiley 06 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: <forceme-1010970915080001@ip145.chicago3.il.pub-ip.psi.net> (A note from Imma: Wiley06, though a bit more into pain that I like, is still one of my favorite rape story authors. This story is among my absolute favorite rape stories!) Short8.0 by Wiley06 A note A grunt of air escaped her as she was stopped in mid-stride, her body flying sideways from the trail to land painfully among the bushes. Stunned, she didn't know what was happening until hands gripped her spandex shorts, dragging them over her tennis shoes and pulling her further into concealment. She sucked in her breath to scream, her legs, strong and shapely from years of running, beginning to kick out at her attacker. Her scream turned into a gasping wheeze as he fell atop her, his face, hidden by a ski mask, only inches from hers. His hand gripped the base of her ponytail, pulling her head toward his as his soft lips ground against hers, their teeth clashing together as he forced his tongue into her gasping mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his hand by her crotch and drew up her legs to either side of his body, whimpering into his mouth as she felt him pull out his cock and press it against her cunt. He broke his kiss, his hand still tight on her hair, and stared down into her face and he worked his cock against her pussy. She felt it slide easily inside her, the sweat of her run slicking her inner passage, the adrenaline of her struggle combining with the thick rod in her cunt sending shivers crawling across her taunt body, a low gasp of pleasure escaping unbidden from her mouth as his balls slapped against her ass. She watched as a smirk settled across his face, her hands stretched out above her, and she closed her eyes and drew up her legs as he began methodically pummeling her with his cock, sending rolling waves of pleasure through her body. She felt her breasts begin to swell and her hips began to undulate with his steady rodding as she lost herself in the sensations assaulting her body. Her ankles crossed behind his back and her thighs squeezed at his midriff as she tried to force her pleasure to a peak, only to be denied again and again as he controlled her motion, slowly taking her higher and higher. She was grunting like a stuck pig now, wanting it, wanting it harder and faster, wanting it to send her over the edge into release. His mouth was on hers again now sending shivers through her body as she opened her mouth to him, bringing her hands around, trying to pull his body closer to hers. He began pounding into her now, and her body began to jerk as she felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, each stronger and sharper than the last, until her whole body was arched against his, her throat keening into his mouth, her cunt spasming against his cock as he filled her with his seed. Finally she collapsed to the ground and they lay together, sweat soaking their bodies. When he stood up, he pulled off his mask and ran his hand through his short blonde hair, looking down at her prostrate form as she began to lift herself up on her elbow. "You surprised the hell out of me," she said. "You didn't seem to mind," he grinned, kneeling beside her and handing her her shorts. "Well...." "You are one beautiful slut." She kissed him and they walked back out onto the trail. "I have an idea," she said impishly. "Out with it woman." She whispered into his ear, and his grin grew broader and broader. -- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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?" Visit my Story Web Site: http://members.tripod.com/~Scared or got to ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Imma_Scared -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /