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DISCLAIMER.Not to be read by anyone under 21, or anyone not living in the
jurisdiction protected by the 1st amendment to the US Constitution. Acts
contained herein are violent and of a criminal nature. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME,
DUMB-ASS!!!!

Expaination.  My original concept of this story was to show how differently a
male and female might view the same act of rape.  Since I wanted the prime
characters to be as similar as possible other than the fact they were of
opposite genders, I made them twins. I had originally intended to alternate the
points of view on a line by line basis, typing the male perspective in blue,
the female perspective in red.  That way by using the funny little glasses that
came with your Packard Bell computer, you could 'experience' the feeling of
either participant by keeping just one eye open, and switch perspectives in the
blink of an eye.  I still think that's a pretty cool idea, I just haven't
gotten around to it yet.  So the 'twin' perspectives appear here in black and
white, one atop the other, rather than colorfully intertwined. Perhaps next
time I post it, it will be in the format that I originally 'envisioned' it.

SHE SAYS:
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.

HE SAYS:
After strutting around all day in her new bikini, her ass hanging out, driving
me nutso, she finally got ready for bed.  I peeked at her through the hole in
the wall as she dried off after her shower, and I too headed for bed, but
couldn't sleep.  The throbbing in my loins from thinking about what I wanted to
do to her and ALL beautiful girls prevented me from sleeping.  Why don't girls
understand this need?  Why must I masterbate every nite? God I needed relief! 
After fantasizing for another hour or so, I walked toward her room.  I just
needed a glimpse of her in her new 'angels' underwear she'd been wearing to bed
lately.  (God what I want to do to those supermodels from Victoria's secret!) 
What color would she have on tonight? Powder blue? Soft green? Pink? I have to
push the door open slowly (otherwise it squeaks) and to my intense
disappointment, she's covered!  Covered with a sheet!  Christ, It's 90* out! 
As my eyes adjusted to the moonlit room, I realized it was a very light sheet. 
Maybe if I took a couple of steps into the room, I could see the outline of her
bra through the sheet.  Yes, the sheet was clinging to her bosom, and I could
see her nipples! She wasn't wearing a bra!  I couldn't take it anymore!  I
grabbed a roll of duct tape from my room, and rushed back into hers, yanked the
sheet off her and rolled her over. 
 I gripped her face from behind as I ran the roll of tape around her head a few
times, covering her eyes and mouth.  I pulled her flailing arms behind her
back, and cuffed them together with more tape.  Although she had been topless,
she wasn't entirely nude.  I had to remove her panties, just plain white ones. 
I was planning to tie her feet down with panty hose from her dresser, but I
spotted a roll of ace bandage she had laying around from when she sprained her
knee last winter.  So I used that instead.
My erection had faded from all this exertion, so I figured I'd put it in her
mouth for a minute.  Since I couldn't intimidate her with verbal threats
(otherwise she'd recognize my voice) I began whipping her ass with a belt that
had been hanging on her closet door.  Just to let her know I wasn't kidding
around.  The sight of her perfect buns quivering under my assault caused my
dick to swell up again, and I pried the tape off of her mouth and slid inside. 
Her virgin mouth was a perfect match for my virgin cock.  Had she been more
experienced at cocksucking, I probably would have came immediately. As it was,
I was able to slide in and out for a while without blowing my load into her,
which was good, because I had a tighter hole in mind.
I re-taped her mouth when I was finished with it, this time inserting her
panties first to further help muffle the screams I knew were imminent. 
I swabbed some saliva into her rear opening, pressing it in with my fingers. 
God it was tight!  I felt the squeezing ring cutting off the circulation to my
index finger, making it tingle.  I had to stretch it out a little, or my cock
would never fit.  I stuck two fingers in at once, scouring and stretching the
little hole in preparation for the still greater entry to come. Soon I could
wait no longer.  I lay flat onto her back, imposing myself under her bound
arms.  Then I pulled her cheeks aside, fitting the throbbing head of my member
directly against her moist star.  Then I rammed as hard as I could, knowing
that it would take brute force to open her up that much.  Once the muscle gave
way around the head, the shaft followed and I was in all the way.  God she was
hot inside and my pelvis felt great against her soft buttocks.  I pressed still
harder against her, just to make sure I was in all the way.  Then I began to
fuck.
I didn't take long before I felt the contents of my nuts begin the long
delicious journey up my shaft, exploding deep inside her.  It was all I could
do to keep from screaming out her name (or Tyra's, or Christie's, or Kathy's,
or Amber's) Yes, this was much better than masterbating.
I wanted to do more.  Over all, I suppose it was a pretty good rape considering
it was my first time, but it didn't seem like I had humiliated her enough. 
Isn't that the point of taking a girl by force, to make her a little more
humble?  I'd heard of a thing called "fist fucking" where a guy tries to put
his whole hand into one of a girls holes, right up to the wrist.  I didn't see
how that could be possible, considering how tight her ass had been.  (Pussies
must certainly be more elastic, seeing as that's where babies have to come out.
 But I didn't feel right about messing with her pussy.  To much like incest.) 
Anyway, I began stretching her poor asshole again, one finger at a time, until
I had the tips of all five in.  Once again I had to resort to brute force to
push the biggest part of my hand in, and again, I could tell she didn't really
like it too much.  But in it went, and I felt the abused ring snap tightly onto
my wrist.  Now the damn hellhole was cutting off the circulation to my whole
hand.  I moved around for a little while, and then yanked back out, watching
the red ring slowly reseal itself.   She had quit moving by then, but was
breathing very peacefully.  How could someone fall asleep while being fist
fucked up the ass?  Oh well, she'd had quite an ordeal, so I removed all the
binding, pulled her sheet back up, and left her to sleep.
It was cool to know I was the only one in town to have buttfucked the
homecoming queen.  It was even cooler to know I was probably the only
17-year-old in the history of our town to have had a rectum clamped onto his
right hand.  But still, it feels like I should have done more.  So maybe next
time Mom and Dad are out of town, I'll invited a couple of my friends from the
football team over to help me play with my sister. 

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