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Subject: STORYbyMISTY: Rural Road Rapist (M/f; Anal; Snuff)
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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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HISTORY:  You know how kids tell those "urban legand" stories around a
campfire?  Our Girl Scout camp was on a road actually named "Rural Road", and
this story evolved through a group of young teenage girls discussing their
worst fears around just such a campfire.  "What if a guy grabbed one of us and
pulled us into the woods?" or "What if he didn't pull us into the woods, but,
you know, forced us right there on the road?"  "And what if he did it, you
know, face down, in the wrong hole?"  "Then, what if he killed us, right after
our first sexual experience?"  "Or what if he let just let us get run over by
the next car that drove down Rural Road?"  "What if it was a truck?"  "A big,
fully loaded semi-truck!"  Oh yes, I slept poorly on those camp-outs.  But the
stories we spun, that remain with me to this day, are vivid enough to have been
worth a little lost sleep in my adolescence. 

RURAL ROAD RAPIST

He tackled her from behind as she walked down the rural country road, on her
way home from a night of baby-sitting.  She was certain she that he would drag
her off the road, into the ditch, but instead he began ripping her clothes off
right there in the middle of the road!  The buttons of her shirt gave way with
a quick tear, but he took the extra moment needed to unclasp the bra from
behind, squinting in the moonlight to read the tag that identified her upper
measurement to be 38D. 

Even as she struggled against her assailant, her skirt was thrown up over her
waist, and cruel hands ripped off her panties.

As if the thought of rape weren't bad enough, she suddenly felt the man's
hard, hot rod slide between her asscheeks and press solidly against her hidden
anus.

He was going to rape her in the ass!

A cold sweat of intense panic shot through her. Her heart thumped madly in her
chest, sweat beaded on her forehead and under her arms, and then, behind her
now closed eyelids, flashes of red pain went off, as she felt the man thrusting
into her untried shit-chute.

She clenched every muscle in her body, trying to ward off the obscenity that
was happening to her, but that only increased the pain she was experiencing.

Her puckered brown rectal entrance was stretched brutally by the invading
cock.  The burning pain mounted and intensified, until her whole body screamed
with the lascivious lacerations caused by the man's enormous pole.

Her screams of agony were muffled by the huge hand of the man, as his cock
continued to force inward, each inch buried in her rectum causing her untold
agony.

Her heavy breasts were pressed flat, mashed into the stony pavement, as her
always-erect nipples scraped along the course surface with each forward thrust.

Her jaw ached, gripped by the man's huge hand as he gripped her to stifle her
violent scream; her suffering moans.

She felt her stomach lurching, turning upside down.  She started to breathe
erratically, trying to forestall the vomiting which threatened her.

She whimpered, tears forming in her pretty green eyes, as her tender rectal
walls continued to give way painfully before the fleshy onslaught of the
rapist's lusty spear.

It seemed to take the man forever to bury his prick in her hot after passage.
Finally, she felt his balls pressing hard against her pussy meat as his pelvis
finally met her buns, flattening the widely parted cheeks.  Then, for the first
time, he reversed the direction of his movement.

She gasped as the painful assault changed.  It now felt, as he pulled his
prick out to the tip, as if he were pulling all her internal organs out with
him.  As soon as the head caught on the inside of her rectal ring, he slammed
inward again, much to her distress.

Jessica's asshole was so tight that it took three lunges for him to plant his
prick balls-deep in her bowels again.  And each inward lunge added to the
horrible pain that Jessica endured.  As he buried his thick pole deep in her
behind, the violence of his impact against her delicate, round, soft buns
pressed her pussy against the cold concrete.

As he began sawing in and out of her butt-hole, Jessica felt as if she were
going to die from the pain, which seemed to spiral outward from her abused
colon and consume her whole body with agony.

Her pink pussy meat began to swell, and she felt a faint trickle of pussy
cream flow out of her tiny cuntal orifice. She was mortified!

The man lunged inward, pillaging her posterior with an increasing wildness
that jarred Jessica's body.  The harder her body was battered, the harder her
bare pussy pressed into the unyielding cement.

The rapist's cockhead seemed to pry deeper and deeper into her colon.  It felt
like his long, thick, cruel pole was cleaving through her belly and right up
her throat as he lunged inward with increasing fury.  The hair that covered his
big nut-sack was becoming wet and matted from the honey which was flowing in
increasing quantities from Jessica's quivering snatch.

As he lunged inward, as her body was flattened onto the road, she felt the
first spasms of an orgasm rippling through her sex flesh.  

As her climax took over, she bucked her buttocks backward, ramming her soft
mounds of flesh as hard as she could into her attackers clothed abdomen,
welcoming his ramrod another inch deeper into the oven-hot interior of her
deep, tight ass.

Her sphincter muscles instinctively clamped tight, increasing their grip on
the man's throbbing, thrusting prick, and he moaned in delight.

He slammed against her, thrusting with even greater urgency.  Her breasts
swelled with the lawless passion that had overcome her, the throbbing nipples
rubbing harshly against the concrete.  Her pussy gushed wave after wave of warm
nectar as she surrendered to the wild sexual upheaval that had taken possession
of her.  

As her climax washed over her, she felt her sphincter muscles clamp
rhythmically around the rapists spewing cock as he emptied his wad deep within
her dark, forbidden passage.

The pleasure was quick to subside, as the man collapsed his full weight onto
her battered body, and she began to really feel the pain of the bruises, the
abrasions, and also the utter degradation of the trauma that she had just been
subjected to.

After a minutes rest, he pulled out of her royally reamed chute, and watched
as the hole shrunk in on itself.  A drop of his semen escaped, shimmering in
the moonlight for a second before dripping down to join the pool of honey dew
which had formed on the asphalt just below her twat.

Looking up the road always, she saw the headlights of an approaching semi
truck, speeding at them but still a couple of miles away.  He'll run away now,
she thought, it's finally over.
The Rural Road Rapist, as he would soon come to be called, also saw the truck,
but had a different idea altogether. After strangling her into unconsciousness,
he covered her with his navy blue overcoat before he disappeared into the
night.  The driver saw the dark lump in the road as he approached, but with a
full load of steel girders on the flatbed behind him, he could not stop in
time.  He felt the sickening smear as the locked up wheels of the truck, and
then the trailer, lost and then regained their grip on the pavement.  Fighting
to control his rig, he pulled to a stop and walked back, praying it had been a
deer or farm animal of some sort, but of course, it was Jessica, the first
known victim of the Rural Road Rapist.






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