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This story indicates that it is part of series and at the end "to be
continued. If anyone has any other parts
I would also love to read them. If you could please post them here in
A.S.S.M. or email them to me at
netcity@elink.com I would greatly appreciate it.
Ted E. Bear
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Note: The story below is from my archives.
I am not the author. The author's name is included in the text
and deserves all the credit for this story.
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Warning: This story is a work of adult fiction, and
should be treated as such. It contains graphic
descriptions of rape and some violence. If you are
a minor or are offended by this type of content,
then please read no further.
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Ted E. Bear
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The 911rape series is a novelization of a "hot chat" I actually had with
a
woman on a New York City BBS. Names are changed to protect the
libidinous,
naturally. With some minor changes, this is the story we created
together.
Jim's actions and feelings are mine, but Carol's are actually those of
my
computer sex partner. (wish I had downloaded those conversations...
rats!)
Chapter I
Jim and Craig were the crew of New York City's Emergency Medical
Service
unit 13B2. At 1700 on a Tuesday in June, they responded to a call of an
EDP
(emotionally disturbed person) in an apartment building on 45th st
between 1st
and 2nd Ave in Manhattan. As they pulled up the building, the Manhattan
North
precinct sergeant and a sector car were just pulling up on the scene.
In apartment 14G, Carol and her live-in boyfriend were having a
violent
argument over his infidelity, and neighbors called the police. "You
bastard,"
she snarled. "This is the third time you cheated on me. The last
time. Get
your shit and get out."
"Third?" he smirked. "You have no idea how many other pussies have
shared
this cock with you. And their assholes too. Maybe if you had let me
fuck
your precious ass, I wouldn't have shopped around."
When the police arrived, Carol violently insisted the police remove
her
ex-boyfriend from her apartment.
Jim looked at Carol, and was immediately aroused. With her flared
nostrils and fiery eyes, she appeared to be a hellcat in rage, and Jim
was
never one to overlook a strong-willed woman. Her shoulder-length brown
hair
was pulled back into a pony-tail, her brow shined with perspiration,
and her
fine-featured, oliveskinned face was hardened in her anger. Panting
heavily,
her firm, generous breasts heaved braless beneath her t-shirt, and Jim
felt a
stirring in his groin at the sight of her hardened nipples. He wished
for the
opportunity to explore what lay beneath her cutoff jeans and to touch
the
thighs of her tanned athletic legs. While Carol yelled at the
sergeant, Jim
was lost in this reverie and said to himself, "What's wrong with you.
Get a
grip," and he returned to the matter at hand.
The sergeant was about to dismiss the incident as a dispute, when
the
boyfriend told them that Carol had attempted suicide and when he
stopped her,
she tried to throw him out.
Carol became enraged at this lie, and lunged at him. Two policemen
held
her back.
The boyfriend continued that she hadn't seen her psychiatrist, a
Dr.
Miller, in months, had thrown away her medication, and had been
deteriorating
since. These violent outbursts were commnplace, and he feared to leave
her
alone.
Carol screamed in rage that this was all untrue, but the sergeant
said to
the ambulance crew, "You better take her in, just to be safe. Let the
hospital handle it."
With that, Carol fought violently as the police forced her into
hand-
cuffs. As they led her to the elevator, the boyfriend said, "I'll go
to the
hospital in a little while. I have to call her mother and take care of
some
things." He could barely suppress a burst of laughter as he closed the
door to the apartment.
Out in the street, Carol fought like a demon as she was pulled into
the
ambulance and secured to the stretcher. An officer was to escort her
in the
ambulance, when a high-pitched tone came over the police radio,
declaring a
10-13 downtown, indicating an officer in need of emergency assistance.
The
cops and the sergeant immediately jumped to their vehicles, shouting,
"We'll meet you at the hospital." One cop threw the hand-cuff keys to
Jim, but
before he could react, they sped away to aid their fellow cops.
Craig informed the dispatcher, "13-boy, 82 to 02 with the
unescorted
female," as her drove the ambulance toward the FDR drive.
In the back, Carol pleaded with Jim to believe her, that she was
not
crazy, and all this was a lie. Jim nodded sympathetically and said,
"You have
to convince the doctors at Bellevue. Now if you calm yourself down and
cooperate with them, they'll probably believe you. But you have to
calm
down."
Carol made a visible effort to relax, when the ambulance came to a
stop.
Craig, over the intercom, said, "Looks like the cops went to a riot
downtown.
The FDR is backed up from 14th street. We're gonna be stuck here a
while.
It's bumper to bumper." He then informed the dispatcher of the
situation.
Shortly, Carol had calmed herself, and she asked, "What's going to
happen to
me?"
"The Bellevue staff will interview you, and try to get in touch
with that doctor."
"Then they'll let me go," she replied hopefully.
"Maybe. But they try to be careful, lawsuits and all. In a
suicidal
case, they might want to keep you overnight for observation."
"What?" she gasped. "I'm not suicidal. They can't do this to
me!" With
that, she bucked savagely against the stretcher straps. Her shirt rode
up and
Jim caught a glimpse of a full round breast before it was covered
again.
"Come on now, what did I say?" he cautioned her. "You have to
relax.
Besides, I'll talk to them for you."
"Would you?" she cried. "Oh, please, I'd do anything to get out of
this."
Jim hesitated, not believing he was doing this, then crouched next to
the
stretcher. Cupping a tit in one hand, he asked, "Anything?"
Her eyes widening in horror, she said, "No, no, not that." Jim
lifted her
shirt, and her firm midsized tits were exposed. He brushed a palm
across a
large dark areolae of one breast then played with the with thick
nipple.
"What are you doing? Stop this, please," she pleaded. Unheeding,
Jim
reached down and caressed her trim thighs, and stared lustily into her
brown eyes.
"Help!" she screamed. "He's trying to rape me!"
Jim clamped a hand over her mouth as Craig came over the intercom,
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Jim answered. "She's just flipping out again."
Craig chuckled. "Well, she is hot enough to rape. Be good, Jim."
"Yeah, right," Jim laughed. Then he slapped Lori's face sharply
and
said, "See. No one will believe you, and if you tell the doctors I
raped you,
they'll lock you up a long time."
Tears sprang to Lori's eyes, as her face stung. "No, you can't do
this,"
she whispered. "They'll believe me. They have to."
Jim took her breast again. "Nope. They'll never buy it. No one
has
ever complained about me before."
"Why? They were too scared of your threats?"
"No. I've never done this before." Jim stood unbuckled his
uniform
pants and dropped them to the floor. His erection strained against his
underwear, which he also removed.
Carol stared at him incredulously. "I must be crazy. I can't
believe
this is happening."
Jim held his cock, which has about 6 inches long, but very thick
and
hard. He lowered it to her face but she turned away. Roughly, he
grabbed her hair and, pulling her head back, slapped her again.
"Look,"
he said. "I'll tell them shit that get you admitted to the hospital for
long-term
observation."
"How-- how long is that?" she whispered.
Lori's eyes bulged in panic when her replied, "Six long weeks. A
pretty
thing like you will be fucked by every orderly and guard in the psych
wing,
not to mention a few patients. And the more you cry rape, the less
they'll
believe you. You're better off taking care of me, then this will all
be over."
Tears streamed from her eyes, and she whimpered, "Six weeks."
Sobs wracked her, and Jim felt sorry for her. He was about to stop
this
lunacy when she murmured, "All... alright." She stared at his cock for
a
moment, in terror of the fate this man could bring her, then closed her
eyes
and opened her mouth.
Jim, lust renewed at the sight of her open, pouty lips, slid
himself into
her waiting mouth and shuddered at the warmth of her. Holding her
head, he
slowly and deeply fucked her mouth, with Carol doing nothing but
squeezing her
eyes tightly shut and hoping it would be over soon. He penetrated so
deeply
that she almost gagged, then withdrew to the head of his dick. Taking
a
nipple between his fingers, Jim increased his tempo, fucking her mouth
furiously and roughly, gripping her hair and slamming his cock into
her so
her nose was in his pubic hair, his balls bouncing on her chin. He was
close
to coming, and considered blowing his load in her mouth and on her
face. He
loved the sight of a woman's face covered with sperm, but decided no,
he
wanted this to last.
Jim took out his cock and wiped it over her face, covering her
with her
own saliva. The sight of this was almost enough to push him over the
edge,
but he held back. When it passed, he ordered, "Lick it." Carol slowly
stuck
out her tongue and touched the head of his prick. She tasted a clear
drop of
preseminal fluid, salty and bitter. "Lick it all over, get it nice and
wet."
Eyes still shut, she obeyed and coated his cock with spit. He throbbed
at her
attentions, preferring her to take an active role. Then he climbed
atop her
chest and, pulling her breasts over his dick, began to titfuck her.
The
slickness between her breasts provided a wonderful feeling for Jim, and
he
pinched her nipples as he held them. Tears of frustration squeezed
between
Lori's eyelids, fearing he would take his time, and maybe even fuck
her vagina.
He again neared orgasm, and stopped short of coming on her.
Turning so
he faced her feet, Jim squatted over Lori's face and lowered his testes
to her
mouth. Cringing, she licked at his scrotum and tasted the fragrant
sweat on
his hairy balls. Her faced flushed with humiliation as she reluctantly
took a
testicle in her mouth. Carol considered biting him, but when she
thought of
the result, six weeks in a mental hospital, she only suckled gently at
it. In
giving in to him, she found her humiliation increased, and was shocked
to find
she somewhat enjoyed this feeling. She had never been involved in
bondage,
buy being tied here and helpless to this man's will actually began to
arouse
her. She fought this feeling with revulsion and guilt, but it
remained nonetheless.
Pulling away from her mouth, Jim sat on her face, pushing his anus
against
her lips. Grimacing, Carol struggled again, but he pinched a nipple
painfully, and she yelped, but stopped resisting. "Suck on my
asshole. Now."
When she didn't comply, he twisted her nipple brutally so she cried
out,
muffled by the anus pressed against her mouth. Tearfully, she gave in
to him,
and sucked at the pungent orifice she had never tasted before. Her
disgust
was lessened, though, because after all, she had no choice. This was
something she would never do of her own volition. She was not
responsible, and that gave her a freedom she never knew.
Jim jerked at his cock and as he slapped one of her breasts
ordered, "Fuck
me with your tongue." She stiffened her tongue and poked it into his
rectum,
and Jim rode up and down on it. He stared down at her gorgeous body,
and
couldn't believe the emotions he felt. To use this woman against her
will, to
take advantage of her physical and mental helplessness, to degrade her
any
way he chose, gave him such a rush of power and lust, he new he could
not turn
back. At a new threshold, he would always need this now.
Finally he got off her, and she moaned when he pulled down her
shorts. He
spread her legs and, to his surprise, "You are sopping wet. You dirty
slut,
you are enjoying this." He grinned broadly at her, pleased that,
despite his
using her, she was getting pleasure as well.
Carol blushed and averted his gaze. "N-no," she stammered. "No, I
hate
you."
He smiled knowingly as he climbed atop her on the stretcher and
unceremoniously shoved himself into her to the hilt. Carol gasped at
the
sudden penetration, felt as though she were being split apart by his
thick
cock. His weight crushed down on her, her cuffed hands pinned beneath
her
painfully. Yet, as he began to fuck her slowly and deeply, to her
horror, she
found that she didn't want it to end. Jim smiled secretly. He noted
her eyes
were no longer clamped shut, but closed softly, her head held and mouth
open.
"She's loving this, the whore," he thought, then was struck with an
inspiration.
Carol gasped against her will as he suddenly pulled out of her, and
could
have died of embarrassment when she realized how empty she felt.
He climbed off her, took her by the hair again and slapped her
sharply
across the face. "You like it too much, you cunt." He was shocked at
his own
mouth, but continued. "Open your mouth." When she complied he shoved
his
dick into her mouth again. "I've got something better for you." Out
of
Lori's field of vision, he opened a cabinet and rummaged through some
emergency supplies.
Soon, he leaned over, grabbed her left leg and pulled it up to him,
and
she felt him smearing something cold and wet onto her anus. She gasped
with
his cock in her mouth as he worked a finger into her backdoor and began
to
fingerfuck her asshole. She winced in pain as he inserted a second
digit.
Taking his time, while still fucking her face, he massaged her insides
to
loosen them up, then slipped in a third. Carol felt stuffed with these
three
fingers, but gradually the muscles relaxed.
Jim pulled out of her mouth, and to her horror he began to grease
up his
cock with the surgical lubricant. "I haven't buttfucked a girl in a
long
time," he informed her as he moved down to her legs.
"Oh, please," Carol begged, "I've never done that." New tears
sprang to
her eyes as she thought of her newly-ex boyfriend, and his claim that
he
cheated on her because she kept her tight backdoor off limits. It was
that
fucker's fault she was in this predicament.
"I could tell you weren't a virgin in your pussy," he smiled as he
got in
position, "but I am honored to be your first to boldly go where no man
has
gone before." He chuckled as he lifted her legs and spread her cheeks.
"Help me please!" Carol screamed to his partner. "Hel-" she was
cut off
by his clamping hand again.
Jim lay atop her again, this time with the head of his prick
resting on
the entrance to her cornhole. "I'll give you a choice," he smiled to
her.
"Just shut up. If you yell when I let go, I'll gag you, wipe you clean
and
buttfuck you dry. Got it?"
She nodded fearfully, and he slowly released her mouth. "Please,"
she
begged, "I'll do anything but that."
He slapped her again, and hissed, "You'll do whatever I want,
bitch.
Don't forget that. But I'll offer you an alternative. There is a
nurse at
Bellevue who is bi. Fuck the both of us together and I'll spare your
butthole, and get you released in the bargain."
Carol stared at him frozen. "No, I can't do that with a woman.
Just do
my pussy or let me blow you--"
He smacked her again. Then, softly, "Make a decision. I want
pussy
juice on your face, or your shit on my dick. Up to you."
Carol cried quietly, but couldn't choose. Each was a perversion
she
thought she would never face. "I can't decide...."
"Fine," he replied, then began to press against her anus with his
rock-
hard erection. After holding out so long under such arousing
conditions,
he knew this would be a powerful orgasm.
Then to their utter shock, her at her good luck and he at his bad,
the
ambulance jerked and rolled along the FDR. Craig's voice came over the
intercom. "Finally opened up. We'll be there in a few minutes."
Jim cursed sharply, then hurried to clean and dress himself and his
patient. His balls would be aching for lack of coming, but they would
get cut
off if he were caught like this.
As the ambulance backed into the hospital bay, Carol collapsed,
exhausted,
all the tension draining from her. But then Jim said, "You aren't out
of this
yet, honey." Now she feared that he, in his frustration, would have
her
committed, and she dreaded what was to come in the mental hospital.
(to be continued)
Grefe
4/92
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