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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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Dawn's Rape (MF, rp)
By: Imma Scared
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My name is Dawn, and this is my story.
What do I look like? For you who enjoy reading of how a woman is raped
repeatedly, simply imagine that I am the woman of your dreams. For those
who might have pity on me, I could be the any woman you've passed on the
street..,
I'm not sure how to begin my story. To anyone not familiar with the
Northside of Chicago, certain details will seem absurd. To those who are
familiar, I hope that the next few lines will add creditability to my
tale.
There is a very odd, section of Chicago called Uptown. Though some will
disagree as to where the exact borders are, but all agree its heart is
the intersection of Broadway (which is a street running North and South)
and Wilson (which runs East and West). The area is odd because there are
people of every race, political view point (from anarchists to Nazis),
religion, and social class living side-by-side in apparent harmony. On top
of that a low rent building can literally sit to a high-rise condominium.
But what is oddest about Uptown is that Broadway and Wilson intersection .
In the daytime, you can barely feel the oddness, as people bustle in out
of stores. You can just barely see it in the eyes of people transferring
from the buses to the "El": there is fear, in the air. A constant feeling
of evil in the air, that something horrible is about to happen.
For no reason that anyone can figure out, the level of crime there is
greater than any part of the city, and yet NO ONE SEES IT! Women have
literally been snatched off the street at high noon, dragged into a
doorway and gangraped, and NO ONE saw or heard a thing. A man was
stabbed as he sat eating chicken on a bench at 5:30PM on a summer day, and
no one saw a thing. It's as if there is a protective cloak over evil.
Now knowing that, I moved into Uptown. Why? Because if one knew where to
look, one could get a pretty decent apartment for not a whole lot of
money. A Studio Apartment that would cost $450 in Lakeview would cost only
$200 in Uptown. I was working a "grave-yard" shift, spending $280 a
month for a nice one bed-room, which meant that I was only spending about
25%; of my salary on housing, which is pretty good.
The only bad part about living in Uptown for me before...before what
happened, was enduring what I really thought was a minor hassle at first:
having to get to the "EL" by passing the Broadway Hotel, right on the
corner of Broadway and Wilson.
The Broadway Hotel is a tall ugly structure of some 15 storeies,which is a
Single Occupancy Room Hotel for men only. Passing anywhere near it was a
hassle because no matter what time I walked pass the door, there were at
least half a dozen men who would make some lewd remark as I went by like:
"Hey baby, I bet my cock would feel real good wrapped up in your pussy!"
"Hey doll, why don't you bend over and let me warm my thick dick in that
tight ass."
"Hey bitch, come over here and let ram my cock up ya cunt and fuck ya till
you bleed!"
I just walked past like I didn't see or hear them for a good three months
before things changed. I don't why they changed, but they did. It started
with me waking from strange dreams that I couldn't remember, feeling horny
as hell. I hadn't sex for two years after my husband disappeared, and
hadn't really missed it, and suddenly I was horny as hell!
I was really confused when as I hurried by the Broadway Hotel and found
myself turned on by the "lewd" comments thrown my way.
"Bet you never been fucked by a real man, have ya girl?"
"Ever been gang raped baby? Don't know what Ya been missin!"
"Why don't you just step inside and let us all fuck you till you can't walk?"
I would find myself wondering what it would feel like to be raped......and
finding that even as the thought terrified me, a small voice wanted.....
The beginning of the end of my life as I knew it, and my nightmare
existance began with a phone call......
"I know what you need", a deep but muffled voice said.
"Who is this?"
"You need to have a thick rock hard dick shoved up your ass. You need to
be have a me drag you from that office into a dark alley where I can
properply pound your pussy into next week! You need..."
I slammed down the phone shaking. I told myself that it was a random call.
There was no way that the caller knew that I was alone (except for Harry
the security guard downstairs) in the building. But the phone rang again.
I let it ring and ring and ring.......
I picked up the phone again.
"That's rude, slamming down the phone that way. You can make a man real
mad doing that! You don't want to make me mad Dawn."
I nearly freaked! Who was this? How did he know my name?
Then he hung up. But every 10 minutes the phone would ring.......
"You need to be raped Dawn. You need to have your pussy pounded by cock!
Some of us are gonna see to it you get what you need!"
****
Somehow I got thru the rest of the night, convincing myself that
everything was alright. And when I left the building in the light of day,
I looked forward to home and safety. I even took a cab, so that for once I
wouldn't have to endure the taunts from the men at the Broadway Hotel.
****
I had my T-shirt up and covering my head when BANG!!! Something made a
loud noise in the room! I could not see with the tight shirt covering my
head and my arms were tangled in the sleeves. I didn't even get to scream
loud before Something...SOMEONE GRABBED ME! I was flung across the room
onto the bed, helpless, and petrified as a second set of hands grabbed me
by the neck and cupped a hand over her mouth shouting in a low mean
growl.."shut up Dawn, if you want to live" and the first set of big hands
squeezed my ankles together, holding them firmly on the bed. "You do what
we tell you to do and you'll live, but I'll tell you now so you can get in
the mood...You're gonna get your cunt fucked and take our cum loads until
were good and thru gettin a nut in you!"
The 2nd guy yanked off my top and I realized he was one of the guys who
hung out in front of the Broadway Hotel. He rubbed his hands slowly over
my face and firmly slid them down to my exposed nipple that was now fully
erect from this awful experience I was being forced to endure. He pinched
my nipple and pulled on it, up and out until my whole breast was freed
from my bra.
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Meanwhile, The first guy was making quick work of snatching my pantyhose
down and pulling them off...my legs behaving at the fear of the immense
size of my attackers.
>
Just then a 3rd guy tapped on the window that obviously the first two had
entered. The one window with a broken lock in the whole building. He
signaled his buddies to let him in the back door since he was so big,
about 300 lbs, he couldn't do the window. Now the guy at my legs grabbed
the sides of my panties and yanked them down my thighs and off me,
stuffing them in his pocket. The other two came back in the room. And it
suddenly hit me the big guy was the security guard from the building where
I worked!
"That oughta do the job" the really big guy said as they proceeded to
undo their belts and pull off there pants...I just laid there on the
bed...crying and whimpering, knowing what was about to be done to me.
Then, turning to look at the rulers of my body and my fate that night, I
lowered I stare from their faces to their waists and became very aware of
the gravity of my impending rape...THEIR COCKS WERE HUGE!!! I had never
seen men with cocks so big in person, only magazines and porn flicks and
these were not even fully erect yet!!! The biggest guy's dick was not the
biggest. He was about 8 inches but VERY thick and it's circumcised shaft
slightly curled straight upward.
The next guy was the tallest and the one with the shaved head, piercing
and tattoos. He removed all of his clothes to reveal more tattoos and it
was pretty obvious he was an excon. His unerect cock was a long full
hanging 12 inches and pierced thru the sides of his cock head was a large
prince Albert style silver ring with round studs on the tip. He was
uncircumcised with a thick foreskin slowly riding up his shaft and
revealing his penis adornment fully and it was apparent he was getting
hard just looking at my quivering body.
The third guy was a good 5 feet, tall, heavily beaded and of a very
muscular build. His buttocks were that of an Olympic sprinter and he had
very little pubic and no other body hair, and none on his head just like
the other two's heads as well. Only his wasn't shaved...It was a natural
baldness. . His Cock, which was 10 inches that curved to the left
slightly and was fatter at the front half than at the lower part of the
shaft, was Rock Hard from the beginning and leaped from his pants like a
diving board that had just been jumped from.
I had never experienced what was about to be slammed deep into my tight
contracted pussy since the first and only man I had ever been fucked by
was only a modest 5 inches and had constant problems with premature
ejaculation. And while I had loved my husband I had never been able to
achieve an orgasm with him. Now I was facing more meat than I ever
imagined could be accomadated by my body.