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From: Bill <cw7807@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Rape by Bill
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Date: Fri, 07 May 2010 13:10:02 -0400
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The Rape:
The road is hard to see, rain slashing down in torrents, back
country gravel road with no lights, no houses, tall trees
shutting out any light if there was any. Shouldn't have stayed so
late at aunts house. Almost midnight, no one on the road, car has
been acting up lately, don't need trouble now. 
	A sudden lurch as car hits large puddle, water cascading over
windshield, veering to right, hitting brakes. Stopped, still on
road, engine died. Twist key, nothing, fear rising until
realizing that car is still in drive. Put in park, try again, and
engine turns over but won't start. Must be wet. Will wait a
little and try again, don't want to run battery down? Let's
think, how far to highway; remember restaurant there, phone, and
help. Can't be far, will get soaked in this pouring rain. Try
again, nothing. Damn.
	Lights approaching from the rear, a car, help. Stops by you,
window comes down, a voice asks if you need a lift. Yes, just to
the highway. Climbing into the car, indistinguishable man
driving, asks what the problem is. You relate the event, how you
were heading home after a visit, car stalled from water. Slowly
moving down the road now, carefully avoiding hidden potholes,
studying terrain intensely. Have to be close to highway now, then
a turn onto an even smaller road. You are startled, looking at
the man, fear rising up, he pays no attention. You ask what he is
doing, no answer. 
	A large pothole requires an almost complete stop to negotiate.
You grab the handle and push against the door; it is locked,
controlled by the driver's switches. Panic sets in. You huddle
down in the seat wondering what is going on. 
	He turns onto a two track, almost invisible from the road, weeds
showing signs of little use. A cabin appears, dark, empty. He
reaches over and grabs your arm twisting it up behind your back,
dragging you out of the car. You scream, he is pulling you to the
cabin, unmindful of your outburst. 
	The door is not locked, no need, who would even know this is
here. A light comes on showing the interior. A single room, bed
against wall, a couple of chairs, a couch with a low coffee table
in front, cooking area against back wall with cabinets. The light
comes from a single overhead light in the center of the room.
Bright like a spotlight directly under it, then fading into
shadows out near the walls. 
	He pushes you down on the bed on your stomach, brings your other
arm up behind you and places a set of handcuffs on your wrists,
clicking them tight, digging into your flesh. Your screams are at
full force now. He reaches under your skirt, pulls your panties
off, rolls you over and stuffs them in your mouth. You are
straining and now can't do anything but grunt. Grabbing your
arms, he lifts you off the bed and walks you over to the light.
He takes a rope from the chair, ties it to the cuffs, and then
ties it to the light, rendering you unable to move without
dislocating your shoulders. 
	You watch with terrified eyes as he undresses, slowly removing
clothing, watching you all the time. Standing in front of you
naked you are drawn to his crotch. A long thick cock hangs down,
showing signs of arousal, a shudder goes through you. 
	He walks to the cabinets and brings over a huge hunting knife.
Now you are really terrified. He starts at the top of your
blouse, slowly cutting off the buttons, one at a time, until it
falls open. Reaching up, he holds the lapel and cuts through the
collar and shoulder allowing that side to fall off. The procedure
is repeated for the other side. Now you only have your bra on.
The knife slips under the right shoulder strap and severs it.
Repeated for other side. Then he slides the knife up between your
breasts, the cold steel intensifying your fear. He slowly saws
back and forth on the bra, the back of the blade rubbing your
chest, chills running through you. The bra falls away exposing
your breasts. He places the knife flat against your breast, the
edge just under your nipple, the sharp edge barely touching it.
You try to scream expecting to be mutilated. He smiles and
removes it, going down to work on the skirt. 
	The skirt falls in short order and the thigh highs follow. Now
you are like him, totally nude, exposed foe examination or use,
whatever he wishes. He pulls the top sheet off the bed, using the
knife to start the tear, he rips the sheet into strips about 2
inches wide. Untying the rope from the light, he pushes you onto
the bed and straddles your back rendering you unable to move.
Tying a slipknot in the end of a strip, he places it over your
left wrist and tightens it, then removing the cuffs, he pulls it
towards your right elbow and around it. Tightening it causes your
shoulders to be bent back, the result thrusts your breasts out.
With arms against each other, he wraps the cloth around them like
a mummy, securing them together. It is somewhat uncomfortable
with the shoulders bent back, but it is better than the cuffs. 
	He moves around to place himself above your head. His cock is
directly over your face, starting to get hard, enjoying the scene
unfolding. Another strip with a slipknot goes around your right
ankle, then up to the elbow, tightening results in your leg
bending back and your back to arch. You didn't think your body
was capable of being this flexible. Your other ankle is fastened
the same way, grotesquely bending your back, thrusting your
crotch forward into the bed. This has to be the most demeaning
thing to happen to someone. 
	He leaves you trussed on the bed and drags the coffee table over
under the light. Two cushions from the couch are placed on it,
one on top of the other. Rolling you over onto your feet and
shoulders, he picks you up and carries you over to the table,
setting you down with your buttocks on the cushions. Your feet
are on each side of the cushion, back severely bent with arms and
shoulders resting on the table. Another strip of cloth goes
around your right knee, then under the table to your other knee,
tightening causing your legs to spread exposing the center of his
desire, prominently displayed on the cushions. It also has the
effect of making your lower body unable to move; available for
whatever pleasures he wants. Another strip around elbows secures
the upper body with the same results; you are unable to move
anything but your head. 
	The preceding events have caused considerable perspiration on
both of you, his from exertion, and yours from fear. With a pan
of warm water and a wash cloth, he stands in front of you
sponging himself off, all the time surveying his handy work. When
finished, he refills the pan with fresh water, then begins
washing you. In spite of the terrifying events so far, his hands
are gentle as he washes you. Knowing you realize that screaming
is useless, he removes the panties from your mouth. Starting at
your face he works his way down your neck to shoulders then
breasts. Gently moving them to get at all sides and in between,
he wipes all traces of perspiration from them, lingering at the
nipples, enjoying the heat of them. Then on down across your
stomach, then the slit that is so openly exposed. With great
tenderness he pulls back a lip and wipes inside and out, dipping
into the orifice ever so slightly. Passion overcomes him; he
reaches up and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. In
spite of you, it begins to get hard. Moments spent working on
your nerve endings building a heat inside you in spite of
yourself. With your breath coming in short gasps, he moves back
to your vagina. Ever so carefully wiping the inner and outer
lips, then the anus, which is also exposed. A shudder goes
through you as he touches the little rosebud, hoping that is not
part of his plan, never even had a finger put in there before. 
	Working his way down your thighs he notices some muscle quivers,
possible cramps starting. Finishing with cleaning, he goes to the
cabinet and returns with a bottle of baby oil. Concentrating on
the thighs where the muscles were fatigued, he begins massaging
with the oil. Slowly he works on the legs, skin slippery with the
oil, hands glide effortlessly, relaxation returns. Not stopping
with the thighs, he works on the calves, ankles, and feet. No
hurry, very thorough, very stimulating, having finished with the
lower part of the body, he begins on the upper. Ripples of
electricity shoot through you as he moves up your stomach towards
your breasts, legs glistening with the oil, you know the rest of
your body is being made to match it. Finally he reaches your
breasts, thrust out from the constraints, almost hurting with
desire, and then they too become slippery under his hands.  A
moan escapes your lips, as your nipples become rock hard, you try
to further push them out into his hands, begging for attention.
Hands smoothly glide over your orbs, teasing, titillating,
calling for a melting of mutual desires, fingers on nipples,
kneading, then you remember the knife with the sharp edge ready
to remove the center of present attention, what kind of man is
this. A chill descends down your spine, memory of the fear coming
to this place, how could you succumb to a moment of passion; you
may not live to see the morning. 
	With the conclusion of the anointing of oil as it seems, he
stands over you, cock hard now, a mind of its own, one single
purpose to exist, the taking of the body before it. The head is
purple with desire, jerking spasmodically, testicles contracting
at regular intervals, the shaft pulsing, menacing, more powerful
than anything you have ever seen. You have never had anything
nearly as commanding as this before, will you resist, or succumb?
Will you mercifully pass out and be spared the answer? Will
pleasure follow; suddenly you are in doubt. 
	Seeing the fear return to your eyes, he senses the reason.
Taking the bottle of oil, he starts to anoint his cock, working
the shaft from the base all the way to the tip, making sure all
of it is covered. Finished with that, he bends down and opening
your vagina, and pours it full of oil. It fills and overflows,
sending a stream down over your anus. He kneels in front of you,
watching you, looking for any kind of response. You stare back,
with no feeling. Grabbing his cock, he places it at the entrance
to your vagina, then spreading your lips, he starts the process
of entering you. Slowly the head starts in, pushing aside the
delicate tissue, stretching the muscles that normally would be
dilated to accept anything. Straining, they resist, a steady
pressure gradually overcomes, a filling like you have never had
before engulfs you. Now the head is all the way in, he rests,
allowing your muscles to adjust. You are stretched and wonder if
you can take it all, you feel full already and only the head is
in. the muscles in your legs and arms are getting tired, you wish
this could be over, but are afraid of what will happen when it
is. 
Bending forward, he puts one hand behind your neck, the other on
your breast, and starts the invasion again. You cannot move, only
lay there and submit to his will. Slowly the shaft is entering
you, the head preceding, pushing aside the tissue, squeezing the
uterus against your stomach wall, invading territory never before
reached, oil streaming down from the shaft because of the
displacement of it. The head comes to the end of the passage, yet
pushes on, moving organs deep inside you, making room where there
was none. A sharp pain travels up your spine from the intrusion,
an intake of breath signals it, yet he pushes on. Finally his
pelvis reaches yours, there is no more to enter, and he is
completely inside you. You let out a breath through clinched
teeth, pulled, strained and stretched in all manners, paralyzed
in movement, even without the restraints. 
His hand is pinching the nipple now, a pain shoots through the
breast to your stomach, he is oblivious to your discomfort. He
withdraws till the head is almost out, then pushes in, a little
harder now, pain from organs that did not get out of the way fast
enough. Again, this time not so much pain, distended stomach
adjusting. Again and again, faster now, entrance starting to burn
from the friction, oil is wearing off, your natural lubricant
missing because of the conditions. Still he pushes on,
concentrating only on his mission, his pleasure, and his release.

A warmth fills you, you realize he has climaxed, you hope it is
over, everything aches, not a muscle in your body that isn't
begging for relief. He collapses against you, kissing you, tongue
entering your mouth, you consider biting it but know the
consequences would be formidable. You wait for the ordeal to be
over. 	


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