Message-ID: <5044eli$9710211715@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5044.txt> From: forceme@bigfoot.com (Imma Scared) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: STORY: I Didn't Scream (M/F rape NC) 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-2110970903120001@ip18.chicago3.il.pub-ip.psi.net> (I have always liked the writing of Wiley06, if not the details or some of the 3pain2, certainly the situations, and the characters. The following story is a 3rewrite2 of a Wiley06 story, written to the specification of my own particular fantasy.) I Didn9t Scream By: Imma Scared During my second year of college I moved into a group living situation, much like a dorm, but without big brother looking over your shoulder all the time. And unlike a lot of dorms, I literally had my own small studio apartment, complete with a private bath. Itwas a co-ed place, so there was a lot of fucking going on, with everyoneseeming to be fucking everyone else, hooking up, breaking up, and all that,playing the game for all it was worth. I hadn't gotten involved in any ofthat yet, basically because of the fact that I was still unable to break the bonds of my strict Pentacostal upbringing. The other reasont was low-self-esteem. I didn9t think I was all that pretty: at five foot seven, had hips slender like a boy's, an a small ass firm and round,and and even with perfect carmel colored skin, I didn9t feel I held a candle to most of the women on campus. I knew a lot of guys assumed it haughtiness,or aloofness,or even sheer arogance which made me turn them down. I even got some nasty letters from an unknown 3admirer2 who claimed I walked like I above it all,3striding across the common areas like a fucking queen,your shoulders back inperfect posture, your sweet little tits jutting out provocatively,your sark brown,frizzy hair bunched in a bun on top of head, your nosejutting forward,your lips pinched inward as if in permanent disapproval. One of these days some man is gonna treat you like you deserve, and rape the shit out of you.2 Of course the letters were unsigned, and I knew there was no point in going to the 3authorities2 about it. I just was extra careful as to where and when I went. Theone letter I got , though, really scared me: 3I tell you, whenever I see your my sight blurs with lust and hate--I so much want to take you down a peg, you fucking bitch, tear you from your pedastal and make your squirm under my pounding cock.! I get hard just from looking at you, thinking how much I9m going to enjoy raping you. I can9t wait to hear you scream. Hell, all I can think of is reaming you out, picturing you on your knees, mycock buried to the hilt in your throat, of you screaming as my cock splits yourtight ass wide open, your bodywrithing in pain and despair as I brutalize you, of you squirminghelplessly under me as I pound your pussy to pulp, your whimpering begginh criesmusic to my ears. 2 This letter, filled me with terror, not so much for the words, tho they were bad enough. It was because I found this letter folded neatly in my underwear drawer! My 3admirer2 had successfuly entered my apartment, and left little or no sign. A bunch of unsigned letter, no sign of forced entry, what could they do? That was the reaction of school security and the police. They couldn9t help me, unless and until my 3admirer2 actually attacked me. So I walked around in fear. And then the my 3admirer2 started calling me. 3I9m gonna rape you, you fucking bitch! And there aint a damn thing gonna stop me!2 I tried to reason with him. Tried to explain I wasn9t the bitch he thought I was. 3Oh Yeah? prove it!2 3How?2, I said, hoping for away out. 3When I come for you, don9t resist, don9t scream, 3 the voice said, 3I9ll still rape you, but I won9t disfigure you, or kill you.2 Now you may think I was stupid, but I believed if I didn9t agree to let this man do what he wanted, he would still rape me, and then kill me.....so I agreed And perha[s, hoping that he might go easy on me, I told him I was a virgin. 3Good2 He sounded surprised, and pleased. 3Soon, it9ll be soon.2 It was soon. He waited untilabout one a.m., until the place had quieted down a bit. Then he simply came to my room and knocked on the door. Knowing it was him, I opened the door a crack, which he pushed open all the way, knockingme back a step. Then he slammed the door behind him. Standing in front of me was a huge man. He was about 696, and had the huge build of a heavyweight boxer, or perhaps a football player, weighing at least 280 pounds. But was most striking was his shaved head, contrasting oddly wih his thick reddish beard. How could this man have been following me without being seen? He stepped forward, one huge ham-like hand reaching around my neck,his other hand reachingaround my back, pulling theme toward him even asI cried out, his handscrushingmy body against his hardness,, crushing my lips against his as I grimaced in pain. As I gasped in surprise and panic, his thick tonguesnaked my mouth, sending chills down myspine as he held my struggling form, holding me there for longseconds as I squirmed in my grasp, feeling small, thin,weak and helpless in his tree-trunk-like arms. He looked at me, and smiled. 3You look wonderful. So beautiful, hot,like a trapped animal waiting for the slaughter!2 "All you have to do is beg me to kill you," he said, his eyes lidded, as my breath coming in ragged gasps. 3Ask me to kill you, or scream, and I9ll just rape your dead body. You9ll never feel a thing!2, he laughed. I didn't scream. I didn9t ask him to kill me. Maybe I should have. If I had known how bad rape really could be, I might have. Maybe. He steppedforward suddenly, swinging his left arm hard, up and across my face, theretort of flesh against flesh sharp in the small space of my tiny apartment, theforce of the blow staggered me,and I slumped to the floor, leaning against theside of my bed, my legs folded under me. I still didn't scream. 3Good,2 the man said. He reached down, and I could feel power and lust radiating from him as he jerked tme back up to my feet feet, pulling myhead back savagely to force another hard rough kiss on me. My whole body was tingling as he threw the onto the bed, with one leg dangling off the bed. he smiled as stood there watching asI beganto sit up, then he put one knee onthe bed and grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked me back down onto myback, and put my his scarred bearded face inches from mine, as I sucked in breath afterpanicked breath through my nostrils. "I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he hissed, as his free hand moved down, and began tearing at my clothes, popping thebuttons on my jeans open even as he kissed me brutally. His eyes shone with a manixal glee and lust as I ground me. He held the kiss for a long time,his hand digging its way to my groin, past the my curly soft pubichair, his fingers digging into me. He broke the kiss, leaving me gasping, and and roughly thrust a thick sausage-like finger sunkinto my virgin pussy, his huge hand mashing down my clit as I squirmedweakly and my hips gyrated, trying to expelhis fingerfrom inside of me. He took his fiber from inside of me, and rasising himself so that he was above me, he grabbed hold of my jeans and panties at thehips and ripped them down my legs. 3Stay still, cunt, don9t make me hurt you2, he growled, as he stood there overshadowing me while fisting his humongous cock. It was truly frightening to me, twisted with thick ugly veins and the huge head bulged a deep crimson. the huge, hairy nuts swayed underneath the shaft. as he loomed grinning evily over me. "Please, don't, don't,"I uselessly, senselessly, begged. But I didn't scream. I didn'tscream. He grinned a death's head grin."Shut up, bitch. You agered to this, you let me in here. Now take it." He he pulled my legs apart, positioned himself over me on the bed, and and placed the thick bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me backat the same time he threw his weight forward. I almost screamed in sheeragony as the massive intruder tore into me ripping through my hymen. But I didn9t scream. I still didn9t scream. I clenched my fists in pain andgrom thr incredibletorture as his merciless cock tore onwards and even deeper into me. It bore in and I cried out, pleading for him to stop the onslaught. But I didn9t scream. I still didn9t scream. My own body betrayed me, as my virgin pussy gripped his thick baton-like prick, encouraging him to continue his punishment! I finally felt finally felt the large plum-like head bump the very limit of my inner self. They was a great cramping as it seated itself up against my cervix and he began to pulled back so that he could put more power into his foreard thrust. I almost screamed in terror as the cock cap stained my cervical hole tothe limit. Hepulled back and I felt the lips of my pussy pulling and dragging at his cock. It felt as though he was pulling my pussy innards out as theyclung his cock. Blood lubricanted and coated his shaft as he pulled out. It felt as though all of my guts were trailing out afterthe evil man9s cock.Then he slambed back intill the full length were firmly hilted in my pussy. He continued to fuck me with long, ramming strokes--the weight of his heavy body crushing me on each thrust. I could feel every bump and vein on his huge penis eachrime it slammed into me, yet he fucked me with a furious pace that seemed to get evenfaster. He grabbed me around the shoulders so that he couldram into me even harder, pounding into my pussy. I felt as if my pussy was burning as the pain began to actually increase. I groaned, and whimpered, but I did not scream. I still did not scream. His rhythm increased andY tried to meet each powerful penetration,driving my buttocks up, trying to pull him in even deeper in the hopes of easing the pain of his savage thrusting. Of course, it didn't help. My entire body spasmed and I again, I almost screamed out in agony. He seemed to go on forever, his beating hips growing more forceful and intense with each deep piercing. my spasming vagina pulling and clutching at his rock hard weapon of flesh. I could feel my insides splitting painfully as my tormentor began ramming harder and deeper into me, and seemed his punishing prick suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tearmy whole body wide apart-- rhen it began to spurt--and she could feel a horrible hotwhite liquid shooting into me like burning fire, scalding my insides like streams of molten lava. He withdrew his softening cock out of me and then rolled off of me. "Please go," i panted out between sobbing gasps. he got off the bed, and for a moment, I believed my ordeal was over. But he had only walked over to his clothes to grab his belt. Before I could react, he had leaned over meand grabbed my wrists. "What are you doing, what are you doing!?!," I cried as I struggled and bound my wrists with his belt. "Shut up, bitch," he snarled, slapping the back of my head whenmy handsthreatened to escape the binding, but stopped hitting me when I stopped struggling. "You and me, bitch, we're not finished, not by a longshot." he leaned over my prone body, his hot breath burning my ear. He climbed back on the bed and postioned himself so that he was straddling my hips, and grinned down at me. "Please, no more," I begged, "no more. You'vealready raped me, just go. I won't tell anyone." "I know you won9t. Cause if you do, I9ll kill you. Or have a friends kill you." "No...no..." "Now tell me! Tell me you love me!" he said. "What?" 3You want to make me happy bitch!2, he puched me in the chesr with each word. 3Tell me you love me!2 3I love you...2, I gasped. 3Tell me you liked me slamming into you pussy!2, punching into me again. "I liked it," she said, her faced turned away from his, gasping for the pain from his punches, tears streaming down my face. He grabbed my head and forced me to look him. "You liked what, Dawn?", using my name for the first time. 3Don9t make me slap you silly.2 "I...I...oh god...I liked you raping me." I said as my rapist9s hand squeezied my throatpainfully. 3Good Dawn, I9m glad you liked it. Because I9m going to fuck and huer you a lot more, before we9re done.2, he said, griining. He began to stroke my face. 3I9m so glad you were a virgin, not just a stuck bitch! It beenfun making your very first fuck a living nightmare!2 I could feel his penis growing hard as it lay on my stomachm still slick with my blood. I cringed inwardly, thinking that he was going to ram that puniching weapon into me again. 3And babe, if you thought I hurt you poor litttlr pussy, wait till you experience my 9 ich rod reaming out your ass!2, be said and began laughing like a maniac. 39course you could scream, and then I9d kill you. I9d still rape your ass, but you won9t feel a thing!2 I lay thre in terror. But I was determined to survive, so I didn9t scream. I still didn9t scream. This just might kill you Dawn baby. If it don't you gonna shure wish somebody would." He lifted my legs so that now sat on his shoulders. Still grinning at me, my rapist fitted his cock between the cheeks of my tense buttocks, pressing the huge head firmly against my hole, which had never had so much as a finger shoved trough it before. I couldn't help whimpering as he pushed harderat my tight hole. Suddenly, I felt a deep intense pain the head of the beast9s plum-like cockhead popped in. I clapped my hands to mouth to muffle the scream that would have awakened the dead , and tried with all my might to pull away from him. Now came the most painful period of time I was ever to know. My rapist bent forward, and grabbed my hips, and lunged forward HARD. I truly screamed then, the sound almost escaping from behind my hands, as his steel-hard, red-hot thick cock went in in one incrediably long and painful stroke. He paused, and slowly drew his cock throgh the depths of my being until only the head of his cock remained lodged in my ass. He paused again, squeezing my hips in his hard massive hands, Then he launched suddenly forward again! I could only whimper as floods of white hot pain shot up my spine into my brain so that I saw stars. Wave of pain washed over my whole being, and seemed to freeze my heart. My rapist kept rpeating the slow painful slide out, and savage impaling thrust forward deep inside my bowels again and again. I was engulfed by a sea of pain inside and out, yet I was dinnly aware ofhim crooning "OOOOOOOO you make my dick so hard!" 3C9mon baby, beg to ram it in harder! beg me!2 I couldn9t have complied even had I wanted to, it was all I could do just to breathe. But my lack of reponse seemed to enrage my rapist. I saw his face turn red, and then he seemed to summon up something deep inside himself. RRAMM! His thrust into me with a renewed energy, powere, and strenght that took me beyond pain into something even more terrible that cannot be described. He paused again. " Now baby, I'm gonna take my time and fuck ya nice and slow. Let's see how long I can keep my dick hard in this wonderfully tight ass of yours. See how long I can keep you crying....." He began to thrust powerfully, yet slowly in and out of my tight ass. I no longer had the breath to whimper, so that the tears continued to fall from face, could have been the only sign I was still aware of what was happening to me. It seemed my rapist had been slamming his thick piston-like cock in me forever, yet stilll he continued to ram himself slowly in and out of my ass. Every so often,he would pause, and then restart my punishment would give me an especially cruel thrust that caused my body to jerk involuntarily, and my muscles to clutch his piston like cock tight, adding to my pain, and his pleasure. Now the tempo of his already devastatingly pounding of my ass increased sharply. Ram!....slow slide out...RAM...RAM! RAM Until finaly he began jerking his cock uncontrolably as he flooded my insides with ascalding flood of his lava-like cum. He pulled his cock from my ass. pulled my legs from his shoulders, and alowed histhe full length of his body to fall heavily onto mine. I breathed a sigh of relief that this man was done with me. But because I didn9t scream, I was wrong. very wrong. -- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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> /