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Subject: Story: Special Delivery MM/F NC Rape
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While I love rape/forced sex/nc stories, and fantasies in no way do I
condone, advocate, or desire such activity.
I assume this material is being read by mature adults, and assume only
responsibiity of bringing pleasure to those who enjoy the same fantasies
as I.
I did not write this story. It written for me, or rather, I was written
into the story. The person who wrote this story says he never did or would
do to anyone what happens to "Dawn" in this story. Yet the set up is so
real, I wonder.......
- Dawn Shepherd
Special Delivery"
A rape fantasy story for little fuckdolls
who need to be shown who's boss.
He called himself the Boudoir Boss, and for good reason. His
greatest
joy in life was having his way with women -- whatever he wanted,
however
he wanted it -- and he didn't take "no" for an answer. He was a
stocky,
portly man, about 5'10", 220 pounds, with short, curly brown hair and
dark brown eyes that could stare a hole in you. You could feel
yourself
being undressed and violated when he looked at you, sizing you up.
It
was a busy Saturday afternoon in the local shopping mall. Boss sat
quietly in the mall food court, munching his gyro and sipping a coke.
The food court was an excellent place to scope out potential targets,
and the place was just *swimming* in exquisite pussy this day. One
after one, he considered the possibilities:
'Fine fuckdoll,' he thought, examining a luscious redhead with
alabaster
skin and long legs. The redhead's male partner walked up and greeted
her. 'Ooops. Not that one.' He continued to scan.
'What's this?' His attention was grabbed by a plump but curvy young
blonde dressed like a student. 'Nice!' he thought, examining the
blonde's ample bottom. 'That is SO spankable!' When the blonde's
girlfriends appeared, he turned his attentions elsewhere.
'Damn, it's getting late,' he thought. It would be getting dark
soon,
and time was growing short. 'Something workable had better show up
soon.' Just then, a cute girl with curly black hair walked by.
'Damn!'
Boss's cock immediately stiffened to a rock hardness. She was hot!
He
figured her to be around 5' 6" or 7", about 120 pounds. She didn't
look
like the type that carried a gun or knew Karate, and she appeared to
be
alone. She walked over to the sandwich shop and ordered. A moment
later she collected her food, walked over to a table across from
Boss's,
and sat down with her side exposed to him. Boss stared with his
blank
expression, the tent in his pants almost certainly obvious by now.
He
traced the curves of her delicious figure, intently observing her
body
language and gauging her suitability as a target. After a minute or
two, she caught Boss out of the corner of her eye, quickly looked at
him
and just as quickly looked away. She tried to hide her discomfort at
being sized up, but Boss was skilled at detecting this kind of
reaction.
'GOOD!' he thought. 'I won't have to follow this one around. I
already
know. She's mine!'
The dark haired beauty hurriedly finished her meal, stood, and
collected
her packages. This one had been shopping and was most likely on her
way
home by now. Boss pulled the cell phone from his pocket and punched
a
couple of buttons.
* * * *
Boss's partner in crime, Jim was parked in the north mall lot,
waiting
for Boss to ring. It was coming up on the hour and almost time for
Boss to check in when the phone rang. Jim picked up the handset.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Bitch is on the move!" Boss replied. "Get the car cranked up."
"Ok." Jim hung up the phone and started the engine. He backed
out
of the parking space and began to crawl through the rows of
parked
cars, waiting for Boss's signal.
Boss and Jim worked as a team. They took turns sizing up and
following
the targets. The one who did the sizing up ultimately got to have
his
way with the target. The other guy had to follow the target home and
stake out her place just long enough to make sure that she was alone.
It was a good system, they thought. Always changing rapists and
using
two guys to do the job probably reduced their chances of being
discovered. They always stole a different car to use for each job,
attaching fake plates to it so as not to be traced if the car was
spotted, and dumping the car after the job was finished. Today was
Jim's turn to follow, Boss's turn to rape.
* * * *
Boss followed the dark haired beauty carefully through the mall. He
could tell by her quick gait that she was indeed finished in the mall
and on her way out. She rounded the corner and headed for the east
parking lot. Boss whipped out the phone and dialed. He heard one
ring,
then Jim's voice.
"Yeah."
"She's headed east. Knee length red dress and red pumps. Short
curly black hair. About 5'6", 120 pounds. She's carrying a
couple
of large Macy's bags and walking at a fairly fast clip."
"On my way," Jim replied.
Jim swung the car towards the east parking lot, speeding up once he
got
on the main drag. He quickly made his way to the east lot and
pointed
the car towards the east mall entrance, slowing down to look for a
female that fit the description. There she was, stepping off of the
curb and heading for her car, wherever it happened to be parked.
"Now
that's a mean piece of ass!" Jim exclaimed. All Jim now had to do
was
follow her home and stake out her place for a while. Not the fun
part
of the job but one that he had done a half dozen times before. Jim
and
Boss had collectively raped 11 women to date.
* * * *
It was Sunday morning. Boss sat on his couch watching a porno video
and
stroking his thick erection when the phone rang. It was Jim. Boss
listened for a moment, smiled, then grabbed a note pad and jotted
down
an address. "Sounds good. Thanks, Jim. I'll see you when you bring
the car."
* * * *
On Monday afternoon, Boss walked into his bedroom and opened the
special
drawer that held his selection of stolen uniforms. He selected the
brown UPS uniform; he would be a package delivery man today. He put
on
the uniform and collected a pair handcuffs, a mask, a pair of latex
exam
gloves, and a handful of condoms and strategically stuffed the
various
objects into specific pockets of the uniform. He put on his brown
UPS
baseball cap, grabbed his car keys, picked up the fake package that
he
used for the delivery ruse and headed for the garage, where the
current
stolen car was now parked.
On the way to his victim's home, Boss rubbed his erection through the
brown shorts of the UPS uniform, thinking about the exquisite dark
haired creature that he had seen just a couple of days before. 'What
a
sweet piece of pussy!' he thought. 'This is gonna be good!' Turning
onto the fuckdoll's street, he slowed down and took a careful look at
her house as he drove by. She still appeared to be the only one at
home. He drove a couple of houses down the block and parked on the
opposite side of the street. Looking around it appeared that no one
was
outside, so he put on the latex gloves, grabbed the fake package, got
out of the car and began walking towards the fuckdoll's house. When
he
got onto the fuckdoll's front porch he quickly took the mask out of
his
pocket and put it on. The mask was one of those affairs that cover
only
the eyes and nose. It had a thin elastic strap that was almost
invisible in his dark brown hair. He pulled down the bill of his UPS
cap and looked down at the package that he was holding so that the
mask
would be hidden from view. Ringing the door bell, he started
pretending
to write on the surface of the package.
The unsuspecting beauty was typing away on her computer when the
doorbell rang. 'Who's that?' she thought, wondering who would be
calling on her just now. She had not been expecting anyone.
'Probably
a solicitor,' she thought. Looking through the fisheye peephole in
the
door she saw an UPS man holding a package. 'Wow! Who's sending me a
package?' she wondered. Without further thought, she slid back the
dead
bolt and opened the door. That was a mistake that she should never
have
made!
When the door opened, Boss tossed the package into the house and
pushed
his way inside. He closed and bolted the door behind him and whipped
out the handcuffs. By the time fuckdoll saw the handcuffs and mask,
her
adrenaline had kicked in. She turned and began to run down the
entryway
hall towards the living room, but Boss reacted faster than she did,
grabbing her by the waist of her jeans and managing to close the
cuffs
around one of her wrists. She struggled to get away and fell to the
floor. Boss took this opportunity to pin her arms behind her back
and
close the cuffs around the remaining wrist. "ON YOUR FEET,
FUCKDOLL!"
he barked, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up off of the
floor.
"Were gonna go to the BEDROOM, BITCH!"
Fuckdoll's breathing was hard and labored. Gut wrenching fear
engulfed
her. "Please! Please don't!" she whimpered. The tears rolled down
her
face as she struggled to get on her feet.
"MOVE!" barked the rapist, as he began pushing her down the hall.
"Move or I'll slam you hard! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he barked like a
Marine drill sergeant.
"Oh...ok...OK," fuckdoll replied, terrified that she would be
beaten
if she didn't obey.
"You mean 'YES SIR,' BITCH!" Boss barked. The gloved palm of his
hand came down hard against her denim covered ass in a muffled
smack!
"YES SIR!" she obediently replied as she began to walk, without
resistance, towards her bedroom.
Boss guided the fuckdoll into the bedroom and pushed her, face down,
onto the bed. Grabbing a king size pillow off of the bed, he removed
the pillow case, folded it into a blindfold and tied it around her
eyes,
making sure that she couldn't see out of the gap at the bottom of the
blindfold. He removed his mask and stuffed it in his pocket. "Let's
see what we got here," he said as he flipped the fuckdoll over onto
her
back and began unbuckling the belt on her jeans. Fuckdoll's chest
heaved. She was paralyzed with fear. Boss unsnapped her jeans and
opened the zipper. Grabbing her pants and panties, he yanked them
down
to just above her thighs in one, hard pull. He could smell the
pungent
aroma of her sex. Immediately he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his
shorts, and let them drop to the floor.
His cock was bone hard now. He reached into the pocket of his shirt
and
retrieved a condom. Tearing open the package, he squeezed the nipple
at
the end of the condom, placed it against his hard glans, and rolled
the
rubber the full length of his organ. Grabbing the fuckdoll by both
ankles, Boss hoisted her legs over one shoulder, pulled her ass to
the
edge of the bed and began roughly probing her exposed vagina with a
couple of fingers.
"Oh God!" whimpered the fuckdoll, sobbing.
"Dry," Boss said, retracting the fingers and moistening them with
saliva, only to shove them back into fuckdoll's cunt, this time
with
greater ease, and deeper. "NICE!" he exclaimed.
He retracted the fingers again and applied a large amount of saliva
to
the head of his stiff cock. Spreading the folds of her helpless
pussy
open with his thumbs, he shoved the entire length of his rigid organ
deep into the most personal and private place in her body. 'Who
needs
permission,' he thought as he chuckled in delight. Grinding his
loins
hard against her violated sex, he brought the open palm of his hand
down
hard against her bare ass, saying "THIS IS MINE, BITCH!"
And now the fucking began...
...His cock was bone hard now. He reached into the pocket of his
shirt
and retrieved a condom. Tearing open the package, he squeezed the
nipple at the end of the condom, placed it against his hard glans,
and
rolled the rubber the full length of his organ. Grabbing the
fuckdoll
by both ankles, Boss hoisted her legs over one shoulder, pulled her
ass
to the edge of the bed and began roughly probing her exposed vagina
with
a couple of fingers.
"Oh God!" whimpered the fuckdoll, sobbing.
"Dry," Boss said, retracting the fingers and moistening them with
saliva, only to shove them back into fuckdoll's cunt, this time
with
greater ease, and deeper. "NICE!" he exclaimed.
He retracted the fingers again and applied a large amount of saliva
to
the head of his stiff cock. Spreading the folds of her helpless
pussy
open with his thumbs, he shoved the entire length of his rigid organ
deep into the most personal and private place in her body. 'Who
needs
permission,' he thought as he chuckled in delight. Grinding his
loins
hard against her violated sex, he brought the open palm of his hand
down
against her bare ass with a loud SMACK, saying "THIS IS MINE, BITCH!"
And now the fucking began. At first his thrusts were slow, long and
deep. He savored every luscious inch as he watched fuckdoll's head
jerk
from side to side and listened to her grunts and whimpers.
"Oh God, PLEASE!" Her voice was beginning to shake heavily. The
sides of the blindfold were damp with tears.
"SHUT UP!" he barked, bringing his palm against her bare ass in
another hard SMACK!
Boss began to thrust harder! He could see that the lips of fuckdolls
vulva were turning a deep wine red, despite her terror and distress,
and
she was definitely getting wetter! This was nice! It felt SOOOO
GOOD!!! Holding both her legs in one arm, he pushed off her
slippers,
tossing them to the floor. Still plowing into her, he grabbed her
jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off of her luscious legs,
but
her rolled up panties still clung to her thighs, just below the
knees.
He grabbed them and pulled them over her feet and off. Pressing the
crotch against his face he blissfully inhaled, his free hand grasping
one of fuckdoll's ankles while his loins slapped rhythmically against
her wet sex.
Fuckdoll's pussy was burning!...and tingling! It hurt but it was
oddly
erotic. She could feel the shaft of her tormentor's cock tugging
against the flesh of her labia and clit, over and over and over! Her
sense of dread and panic were intense. She could smell this man's
sweat
and feel his heft pounding into her sex, sending shock waves through
her belly! She could hear his hissing breath, his filthy grunts and
moans. She wanted to cry out but she dare not make a sound lest he
strike her again, or worse. There was nothing she could do but lay
there and take the rape...and hope that this awful man didn't get any
rougher with her. It seemed to go on for hours. How long would he
rape
her? When would he let her go? How would she go for help? Would he
come back for more? Her head swam with fear and confusion while her
pussy drooled!
Boss took another deep whiff of fuckdolls fragrant panty crotch. The
stimulation was more that he could take and, grabbing both of
fuckdolls
ankles, he got up on his tip toes, shoved fuckdoll's legs back wide
and
high, and began pounding into her rape hole as hard and as deep and
as
fast as he could manage!!! The room filled with the sound of
slapping
sex! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Boss's grunts and moans grew louder
and more frequent. He became a wild, out of control rape animal!
"RAPE!" he shouted! "RAPE!" ...SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!...
Every time Boss shouted "RAPE!" cold shivers ran through fuckdoll's
body, emanating from her pussy, radiating through her belly and tits,
and spreading up into her neck. She began to sweat profusely. Then
something seemingly impossible began to happen; fuckdoll could feel
the
unmistakable beginnings of an orgasm starting to build! Her head was
screaming 'NOOOOOO!!!!' but her body was screaming 'CUM!!! CUM!!!
CUM!!!' This terrible man had not only MADE her pussy wet but he was
going to MAKE her CUM!!! The muscles in her vagina began to clamp
around Boss's cock, and wave after intense wave of orgasm swept
thought
her!!! Fuckdoll screamed with an awful mixture of physical pleasure
and
emotional torment! "GOD!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!..." Her humiliation was total. She
had lost everything that had been hers. There was nothing left. It
all
belonged to this hideous monster of a man now.
Fuckdoll's screams pushed Boss right over the edge, causing his loins
to explode in squirting spasms of semen!!! "AARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" he
screamed! "UNGH!! UNGH!! OOOOOOH! OHHH! NGHH!..." He could feel
the streams of hot cum filling the sheath of latex surrounding his
shaft. His grasp tightened around fuckdolls ankles as he pounded
into
her wet, swollen, helpless rape flesh. It was a nice, long, very
long
orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the
other
bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this
bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom
out
of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her
side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her
already red ass.
Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something
special!...
* * * *
...It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had
not
experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated.
There
was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm,
Boss
yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and
pitched
her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked,
applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass.
Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special!
Very special! So special in fact that Boss raped her five more times
that evening, savoring every delicious thrust and spank! He called
her
a slut! He called her a whore! He called her a cunt and a fuckdoll!
He used her asshole and mouth as well as her cunt! By the time he
had
finished rape number six, all fuckdoll could do was just lie there
limp
and catch her breath. She was too exhausted to beg or plead; too
exhausted to even think. Her mind was numb but her pussy was sore
and
sopping wet! Her ass was sore. Her jaw was sore for being jammed
open
with thick cock. She just lie there sobbing and gasping.
Boss carefully placed the last used condom into the zip-lock baggie
that
he always carried to a rape, making sure that no semen spilled, and
stuffed it back into his shorts pocket. No evidence. Leave no
evidence. He supposed that the cops might find a hair or two but
that
was too much of a hassle for him to deal with. If they didn't get
any
DNA the evidence would only be circumstantial anyway. Bitch hadn't
scratched him, so he didn't need to worry about cleaning out her
fingernails. All he had to do was trash the phones, retrieve his
cuffs
and get the hell out of Dodge. He really hated to leave this one.
She
was absolutely perfect! A rapin' like this only came once in a
lifetime, but it was over and time for him to go, never to return.
Ah,
but he would always remember THIS one!
Boss threw on his uniform and ran through the house, checking for
telephones. He found only the one in the bedroom and the one in the
living room, ripping the wires right out of their modular wall
sockets.
For good measure he removed the coiled handset cables and used them
to
tie fuckdoll's wrists and ankles together. Finally, he took out his
key
case, fingered a key out of it and retrieved his handcuffs from
fuckdoll's wrists. Then he spoke:
"I'm only gonna say this once, BITCH!" he growled. "You don't
move!
You don't look! You don't even breathe! You just stay right
there
until you wake up tomorrow morning or I swear I'll rape you
again!
And I won't be so tender next time! You got that, BITCH?"
"Yes sir." Her reply was soft and weak, but it was convincing
enough
to satisfy him that it would be safe to leave now.
Boss made his way to the front door, picked up his fake package, and
let
himself out.
* * * *
Jim had been sitting in his own car, parked at the end of the street,
waiting for Boss to leave for about two and a half hours now. His
patients was beginning to wear thin. That was the problem to begin
with: He was getting really tired of doing so much work and only
getting to dip his wick just half of the times. He knew that Boss
had
to endure the same frustration, but that gave him no comfort. He
also
knew that he should stick to the program he and Boss had established,
for safety's sake, but dammit, he couldn't take it any longer.
Especially not THIS time. The little curly headed piece of ass he
had
seen in the mall parking lot was just too damn good to let go, so
tonight he would wait for Boss to leave and quickly slip in behind
him.
Jim was dressed in the HPD patrolman's uniform that he had bought on
the
local black market. It cost him a pretty penny, but it fit perfectly
and it was a sure ticket into any woman's house! He liked the way it
looked on him and sometimes he would just zip open the fly and keep
the
uniform on while he did a bitch. Playing a cop seemed the perfect
approach to exploiting this particular situation. It would work just
fine.
Jim looked down to check his wrist watch. When he looked back up,
there
was boss, dressed like an UPS guy, carrying a package OUT of this
woman's house and over to the stolen car. Jim's adrenaline began to
flow! This would be the first time that he would rape behind another
rapist, and the thought of it made his cock begin to swell. He
waited
intently until Boss's car had cleared the corner at the opposite end
of
the street, then he popped out of his car and made his way towards
the
woman's house...
>>>> >>>> >>>> <<<< <<<< <<<<
...Jim looked down to check his wrist watch. When he looked back
up,
there was boss, dressed like an UPS guy, carrying a package OUT of
this
woman's house and over to the stolen car. Jim's adrenaline began to
flow! This would be the first time that he would rape behind another
rapist, and the thought of it made his cock begin to swell. He
waited
intently until Boss's car had cleared the corner at the opposite end
of
the street, then he popped out of his car and made his way towards
the
woman's house.
* * * *
Fuckdoll heard the front door shut...then silence... What seemed
like a
minute passed and still...silence... another minute...silence...
Something like a switch clicked in fuckdoll's head and suddenly the
drive to escape overcame her paralyzing fear. She rubbed the side of
her head against the pillow, pushing the blindfold off of her eyes.
Damn it was bright in here! Blinking, she sat up on the bed and
started
tugging at the phone cord wrapped tightly around her wrists. The
ends
were too short to really grab with her fingers, so she started
working
on the cord around her ankles. It was tight and knotted in a manner
that didn't lend itself to being easily loosened. "Oh shit!" she
cried
in frustration as she yanked on her bonds in a panic. 'That BASTARD
is
going to kill me if he comes back!' she thought. Just then she heard
a
very loud and insistent knock, more like a pounding on the front
door.
BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! "POLICE! OPEN UP, MA'AM!"
'Thank God!' she thought. "I'M IN HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!" she
cried
out, as loud as her voice could manage.
The front door swung open and then slammed shut. She could hear the
heavy clumps of a large mans shoes and the swish of cloth as the
policeman made his way to the bedroom.
Jim was a strapping brute of a man. 6'2", 230 pounds with a heavily
built upper body. His blonde hair was cut in very short buzz, almost
bald, like a marine jar head's. His face was hard and mean, with
eyes
like knives. He had a very short temper and a physically aggressive,
"hands on" manner to match. Not a pleasant man to be around. Jim
didn't give a shit about leaving evidence or being seen by his
victims.
In fact, he *preferred* that the cunts got a good sobering look. It
was one of his most effective tools for controlling the cunts, kind
of
like a snake hypnotizing its prey. Few of his victims put up much,
if any resistance. The ones that did didn't do it for very long.
The strapping policeman appeared in the doorway of fuckdoll's
bedroom.
Fuckdoll, still sitting on the bed, realized that she was totally
nude
and folded her legs to cover herself, the cords still tightly tied
around her wrists and ankles. The cop stood there with his legs
slightly parted and his hammy fists resting on his hips.
"Is there a problem her, Ma'am?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"He raped me! I think he might come back! Please untie me!"
fuckdoll pleaded.
"No, I don't think he's gonna come back. But I don't think you're
finished either," he replied, closing the door to the bedroom.
Fuckdoll's head began to spin. This was just too much to understand.
How could this be happening? This was a policeman. Weren't
policemen
supposed to help people in trouble? What was happening? The cop
walked
over to the side of the bed and grabbed fuckdoll by the chin, roughly
turning her face to stare directly into her eyes.
"The way I see it," he said, "you're gonna do whatever I want
until I
get my fill. You got a problem with that, cunt?"
"N...No sir!" The response leaped right out of her mouth. No
thought was involved. It was a reflex now.
"GOOD! I can see that Boss broke you in well," he said, using his
powerful hand to turn her head slowly from side to side,
observing
the lines of her delicate face.
This hideous man had the face of a demon, and the way he spoke and
handled her scared her more than anything she had ever known.
Certainly
she would not survive this man. The gut wrenching fear, six rapes,
and
three hours of holding her urine finally took their toll. Her
bladder
burst forth with a torrent of piss, wetting her calves and soaking
the
bed with a big yellow spot. This annoyed Jim very much.
"YOU CUNT!!" The back of his hand struck hard across her cheek,
knocking her on her side. She lie there motionless, unable to
move.
"Now we're gonna have to find another bed."
Jim pulled a large assault knife from his pocket and locked open the
blade. Fuckdoll lost it when she saw this. She was trying to be SO
good, but now she was begging for her life. The tears rolled down
her
cheeks and wetted the bed. Her breath came in big sobs between her
words. This pleased Jim greatly. He liked that kind of power over a
cunt.
Jim grabbed fuckdoll by the ankle, stuck the knife in the cord that
was
tied around it, and sliced the cord open, causing her newly freed
ankle
to drop to the bed. "Let's go, bitch," he said, grabbing her ankle
and
pulling her off of the bed. She struggled to stand as he grabbed her
by the arm and jerked her onto her feet. Opening the bedroom door,
he
yanked her into the den and began walking her towards the guest room.
They entered the guest room. He tossed her face down onto the bed.
Grabbing her by the hips he pulled her ass up in the air. "GET YOUR
KNEES ON THE BED!" he ordered. She complied. Her knees were just at
the edge of the bed and her butt was stuck in the air. The side of
her
face was pressed against the mattress. Her hands were still tied
behind
her back.
Jim zipped open his fly and fished out his enormous organ. It was a
good 10" in length when fully engorged, and thick! Placing the head
of
this huge log against the small pucker of her anus, he began to push
--
HARD!!! The mushroom shaped glans of his sex slowly disappeared into
her ass!!
"OWWWWWWNNNNGGHH!" she cried. It hurt! It was already sore.
"Wassamatter, cunt? Never been fucked up the ass before?"
Jim starting nudging his penis deeper into fuckdoll's ass. Another
half
inch disappeared into her with every stroke. Fuckdoll had thought
that
Boss's cock was huge, but this man was UNNATURAL! With his cock only
half way in, it seemed that she couldn't take another inch, but this
snake of a man kept pushing in more! Having buried all but the last
couple of inches, he began to hump. He grabbed and squeezed the soft
cheeks of her ass as he fucked. He reached down and hooked his thumb
into her vagina. It was dry so he withdrew it. He smacked her ass
with
a stinging blow of his palm. The ass fucking continued for several
minutes before he yanked out of her and rolled her over onto her
back.
Grabbing her arms, he sat her up on the bed. He grabbed her head
with
both hands and tilted her face towards his now smelly cock. "SUCK!"
he
barked...
When fuckdoll parted her lips he shoved his thick rod in her
mouth as deep as it would go, making her gag. Holding her head
firmly,
he began to pump, fucking and moaning with pleasure.
"Ummnff. Ummff. Unnnh. Unnnh." Fuckdoll's grunts were muffled,
her
mouth completely filled with hard dick. It was hard to breathe.
"Better not bite, you bitch," Jim warned, "or I'll tear you a new
asshole." She knew it was true. She was trying as hard as she could
not to let her teeth scrape his cock as he thrusted. Her jaw hurt.
He
was SO big! She could see the fly of his police pants, bobbing back
and
forth against her face. She could smell and taste his nasty sex
mingled
with the smell of her ass. She kept gagging and her stomach turned
flips.
Jim fucked her mouth for a couple of intensely pleasurable minutes.
"Somebody's been giving you lessons," he said, admiring her oral
skills.
Having had his fill of head, he yanked his cock out of fuckdoll's
mouth,
placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her hard, knocking her
on
her back. "SPREAD!" he barked. She immediately obeyed, opening her
legs as wide as she could get them, her calves dangling over the side
of
the bed. By now she just did whatever she was told. It was her only
chance of surviving this.
He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and let them drop to his
knees. He placed his hands under her thighs and hoisted her legs
into
the air, placing her ankles on his shoulders. Placing his strong
arms
under her bottom, he lifted her butt off of the bed, applied a large
dollop of spit to the head of his cock and pressed it against the
entrance to her vagina. Inch by inch he nudged his 10" rape tool
into
her until all of it disappeared. He could feel his glans press
against
her soft, moist, pliant cervix. He could feel the warm, soft flesh
of
her labia pressed against his loins. It was exquisite.
With his hands cupped under her butt, he began to hump. The humping
became bumping. The bumping became pounding. Fuckdoll's feet
wiggled
back and forth in the air and her shoulders and head rubbed back and
forth on the mattress with each thrust, her butt still hoisted in the
air for Jim's pleasure. This was a hard, brutal fuck; when Jim raped
a
cunt he made damn sure she would remember it. Sweat rolled down the
sides of his head. His breath came in loud gulps and hisses. He
grunted and moaned obscenely, his cock pumping in and out of
fuckdoll's
vagina in a blur of motion. Fuckdoll just stared blankly at the
ceiling, taking it, waiting for it to be over.
Jim slammed into her one final time and screamed,
"NNAAHHGGGAAAOOOOHH!!"
Fuckdoll could feel his cock begin to spasm around the tightly
stretched
lips of her vulva, then hot cum flowed out of her and ran down her
ass!
It seemed like buckets of the stuff were coming out of this devil!
"OOOHHHRRGGAAA!! AAAAAHHH!! AAAAAHH!! UUGGNNN!" His nails dug
into
the cheeks of her ass, leaving red marks. The cum pooled on the bed
below. "UUUUAAA! UUUUAAA! UUHHH! UUHH!" He just kept cuming and
cuming Fuckdoll had never known a man that orgasmed for such a long
time. Finally, he yanked out of her and tossed her to the bed. He
stood there with his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork, a
string
of semen dripping from his still hard penis. "Nice!" he said,
between
deep breaths, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Fuckdoll just lay
there, trying not to look at him. She could feel the huge wet spot
on
the mattress beneath her.
"Got any beer?" he asked. Fuckdoll just lay there is shock. "I
SAID,
GOT ANY BEER, BITCH?!"
"Ye...yes sir!" she quickly replied, "i...in the frig...sir."
Jim pulled up his trousers and walked casually into the kitchen. He
opened the frig, popped open a brew, and took a nice long swig.
"Ahhhh!
That's the stuff!" he said with a smile. Everything in this house
belonged to HIM, including the cunt. He liked that. He liked that a
lot!
* * * *
Jim raped fuckdoll three more times that evening, each time as hard
and
and brutal as the last. Before leaving, he searched through her
bedroom, taking cash, an expensive watch and the wedding band that
her
last husband had given her. Just before he left he grabbed fuckdoll
by
the chin, pulling her face to within a few inches of his and said "If
you tell ANYONE, I'll come back for more. YOU GOT THAT?"
"Ye...yes sir!" she replied.
Jim left the bedroom. The front door opened and slammed shut.
Silence...
* * * *
Fuckdoll sat huddled in the corner of her shower stall, rolled up
into a
little fetal ball, letting the warm water flow down her body, rocking
gently. She stay there, in that position, for a half hour or more.
She
would tell no one. Everything that belonged to her had been taken:
her
body, her belongings, her freedom, her sense of security, her trust
in
men -- all gone. Nothing left. Her pussy hurt. Her ass hurt. Her
mouth was sore. She might be pregnant now. What if that monster had
AIDS? And the worst part of it all was that she knew it could all
happen again, at any time, and that there was absolutely nothing she
could do to stop it. And how many men would show up to rape her next
time? Certainly the word was out. She shuddered and huddled....
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