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Subject: STORYbyMISTY: Being Raped--by my twin (anal;incest;b+d;fist)
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The following story contains violence and sex, combined. (yikes!)
Due to its content, it should not be read by anyone.  PARTICULARLY anyone who
is under 21, either in age or IQ.  Also, if your locale does not recognize the
first amendment to the US Constitution (for instance, if you live in parts of
Georgia or Iowa), you may be forbidden to read on. Check your local laws, and
ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS vote Libertarian.  Also, you are NOT encouraged to try
this with your girlfriend. Trust me, guys, she'll get pissed and it won't be
worth it.  

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Being raped-by my Twin

The concept of this story is to show how people who are different in gender,
but very similar in other ways (hence the 'twins' idea) might view the very
same act of a brutal rape.  This narative is told through the eyes of the
victim, who doesn't realize it's her very own twin brother who's raping her. 
It's companion piece, "Raping"--by her Twin, shows the other perspective. 
Originally, my plan was to merge this into one story, with Her side typed in
Red, His side in Blue, the perspectives staggered from line to line, or
sentence to sentence, or paragraph to paragraph.  This would make it possible
to read the story while wearing those useless 3-D glasses you get with your
trusty Packard Bell, and change the perspective of the story merely by closing
one eye.  Cool Idea, I think, but I never got around to doing it.  When a story
is nearly done, I have a habit of losing interest and moving on to a new one. 
Oh well, anyway, here's the 'tale'.  Enjoy!


I'm sleeping peacefully in the dimly lit bedroom. The sheet is pulled from my
nearly nude body and strong hands are on me, rolling me roughly from my back
onto my stomach. I awaken to the tearing sound of duct tape being wound around
my head, covering my mouth and eyes. I try to scream to alert my brother in the
very next room, but my attacker pulls my right arm much too high behind my
back.  His unspoken message is clear: be quiet and quit squirming unless you
want a broken arm.  I relax, and so does he, lowering my arm and securing it to
my other wrist with more tape. Then another rip as my panties are torn from my
body.

  My ankles are pulled apart, and I feel them being tied to the foot of the
bed, probably with the stretchy "ace" bandage I had left on the dresser. One
ankle is tied, and then there is a momentary pause as the bandage is run
underneath the overhang at the foot of the waterbed. Then the other leg is
securely tied with my ankles about two feet apart. A feeling of total
helplessness washes over me.

  My assailant then climbs onto the bed, placing his knees outside my
shoulders, sitting back on his calves. His crotch is in my face, and I suddenly
realize that he too is naked. I was about to be RAPED!!!! I began to squirm and
struggle and was immediately rewarded with a stinging sensation on my buttocks
as he began to whip me, probably with his belt. WWHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I
stopped struggling. Surely my brother would hear the sound of leather striking
my skin.  Surely he would come to my rescue. But it better be soon. My
assailants cock was growing erect as it rubbed against my face, and suddenly
the whipping stopped as he forced my mouth to open, pulling the tape away from
my lips.  Before I could even gasp, the awful penis filled my mouth.

    I surrendered, knowing that I had no choice. His penis slid in deep, and
both of his hands went to my head, forcing it still deeper. I began to suspect
that he was going to force it all the way down my throat, and I began to
swallow hard to control my gag reflex. I considered clamping down hard with my
teeth, but what if this still left him enough energy to kill me.  After all, I
was still tied up, still right in front of him. Since I could do nothing to
stop him, I concentrated on giving the worst blowjob possible.  Part of me
wanted to suck him off quickly and get it over with, but the thought of him
cumming in my mouth was just to humiliating to face.  My lips pressed against
the shaft, but only because they were stretched tightly by its girth, not
through any effort on my part.  And my tongue remained motionless against the
bottom of my mouth, even though I knew I was supposed to make use of it. Still,
he seemed to be enjoying it, and the deep thrusting was replaced by shallow,
almost gentle in and out strokes. Meanwhile, his hands left my head and began
running down my back and finally kneading, massaging, and spreading my whipped
ass cheeks. One finger began tracing up and down inside the crevice, making me
very uncomfortable, but there was no way for me to protest with my mouth full
of hot cock.

  The thought of this stranger cumming in my mouth was too humiliating to
bear, but what was to happen instead was even worse. He pulled out and inserted
my torn and wadded up panties. I heard him tear off more duct tape and use two
overlapped pieces to hold the fabric in place.

     Then he moved behind me and I felt my buttocks being pulled apart, the
fingers running gently up and down the crevice from the sparse hair of my
vaginal cleft to the small of my back several times, smearing his spit in my
crack until it was slick. He had spit into the crevice several times as I
reeled from the degradation. Then one finger stopped right on the bulls-eye of
my anus. I screamed as he rammed it all the way in and began twisting it while
he brutally thrust in and out. My yell of agony was lost in the bunched up
panties and the tight tape that covered my mouth. Soon another finger joined
the first, and when they were both buried deep, I felt him spread them, testing
the elasticity of my throbbing rectum. When he yanked them out, I sighed with
momentary relief.

  He lay down on top of me, scooting under my useless arms so that his chest
was pressed directly against my back. I again felt a hard probing pressure
against my butthole, and gasped in horror as I realized that both his hands
were now on my buttocks, spreading them apart. It must be his cock this time!
Even his finger probing had stretched me too much back there! I could never
take his cock! I began to squirm again, but with his full weight on me, I could
barely move. Suddenly I froze; paralyzed with unbearable agony as his oversized
cock surged all the way to the root in the virginal tunnel of my ass with one
cruel buttock-flattening thrust. Then, grinding his hips cruelly against my
ass, he managed to gain yet another painful inch. 

           He started to force it in and out, slowly at first, but gradually
picking up speed as my spit slick anus relaxed and stretched to accommodate the
unwelcome invader. The thrusts were long and hard, ramming all the way to the
balls, then withdrawing to the tip as he worked his way toward the inevitable
orgasm. After what seemed like forever, he began fucking even harder, and his
cock began to throb and expand, stretching my tortured rectum still further.
Suddenly, with one final thrust he buried it deep inside me and came, filling
my rectum with huge gobs of hot semen.

  I was humiliated but relieved that it was finally over as he slowly removed
his penis. I realized my relief was premature as he pushed one finger in and
pulled it out, and then two, and then three. "NO MORE STRETCHING!" I wanted to
shout as I felt him putting pressure on FOUR bunched up fingers. I knew he
couldn't hear my protests so I instead bit helplessly into the gag as the four
fingers entered my horribly violated body. I suddenly realized that he was
trying to force his whole hand up my ass!  When he pulled back again, I knew
that this was it! He curled the fingers as tightly together as he could and
began pushing HARD. "N000000000!!!" I groaned as he began making headway.
Suddenly, the widest part of his hand slid past and my whole body began to
writhe and convulse in agony as my anus snapped snugly around his thick wrist.
He then began to twist his fist back and forth causing the aching sphincter
muscle to lose its grip on his wrist. Then he thrust in and out a few times
before finally ending the assault.

   The room spun, my mind reeled, and I passed out.  When I awoke several
hours later, my first thought was that it must have been a bad dream, but the
dull, constant throbbing in my butt told me the awful truth.  I knew I must not
tell anyone of the event.  My parents (who were out of town) might blame my
brother for not protecting me.  And of course, he would blame himself as well. 
Time would heal my wounds and after all, it could have been worse.  I'd heard
of some women being raped by multiple assailants.  That would truly be hell.



---M
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