Subject: THE VIOLATION OF STEPHANIE Chap.2 (MMMMMF, viol, nc, rape)
From: noone@aol.com (Rhinoceros)
Date: 20 Jul 1995 21:35:03 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

THE VIOLATION OF STEPHANIE
Chapter 2

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"Wh-wh-what are you going to do to me?"

Stephanie Connors still could not believe what was happening to her as it
was happening. Only earlier that day she had been on the outset of her
dream vacation, and now she was in the hands of two brutal men who were
certainly going to rape her, and who knew what else? They had burned her
car, and with it her identification, any way of tracing her. She was
theirs.

Tears rolled down her lovely face and she began sobbing quietly as she
stared at the men in fear and dreaded anticipation.

"We ain't gonna do a thing, baby," said Baseball Cap with a leer, "just so
long as you obey each an' every single order we give you. Is that clear
enough for you?"

Squeezing her eyelids shut and sobbing loudly, Stephanie nodded.

"I can't HEAR you, bitch!"

"Y-YES!" Stephanie managed through tears.

"Yes WHAT!"

"Y-y-y-y-es s-s-sir," she said, opening her eyes again, almost in resignation.

"STAND UP!"

Stephanie leapt to her feet.

"Now undress."

"Y-yes sir," she stammered, and began peeling off her shirt.

"SLOWER! Jeezis," said Baseball Cap, sounding annoyed. "We want time to
enjoy the show."

In despair, the beautiful woman slowed down her motions, lifting the
sweat-soiled t-shirt over her head. Her firm A-cup breasts were held by a
demure lace bra, and Stephanie reached behind her to unclasp the bra.
Then, weeping, she dropped the undergarment to the desert floor and stood
there topless for her abductors in the moon and firelight. The men whooped
and applauded, and Stephanie's face burned with shame and shone with the
wetness of her tears. This was only the second time in her life she had
been naked before a man. The first was an ill-fated college romance. Then,
after she had joined her church, she had vowed to stay celibate until
marriage. But that was ending, horribly, tonight in the desert, and there
was nothing she could do to prevent it.

"Now the shorts," ordered Baseball Cap.

Slowly, and awash in a new wave of humiliation, Stephanie unsnapped the
front of her pink shorts and eased them off her tiny waist. They fell with
a light clump to the dirt. Baseball Cap made a slight motion with his
knife, and the woman, after wiping her face, slipped her fingertips
underneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them down.

She was now naked. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover her bush,
and then Baseball Cap made a warning motion with his knife, and she
hurriedly dropped her hands to her sides. Stephanie was naked, on display
for the inspection of these men who, for all practical purposes, owned
her. Her perfect body gleamed in the firelight, theirs to take.

She wept in her utter humiliation.

"On your hands and knees, cunt!" Baseball Cap ordered, and Stephanie
dropped to all fours as fast as if she'd been kicked by a mule. "Now crawl
over to Tank."

Slowly, sobbing aloud, the beautiful woman crawled like an obedient dog
over to the black man, whose thighs might each have been as big around as
her slim waist.

"Now," said Baseball Cap, leaning forward and speaking softly in a tone
that carried the threat of horrible punishment, "you're going to give Tank
here the best blowjob any bitch ever gave anybody. You're going to be very
careful not to bite him, and you're going to swallow every drop of cum
when he shoots into your mouth. If you don't do all those things I'm gonna
take this knife and cut off your right tit."

Stephanie shrieked involuntarily. She had no choice, this she knew. Oh,
this was horror, horror. She had never had a man's penis in her mouth; the
thought was too revolting! But the men's expressions told her they weren't
lying about the torture they'd inflict upon her flawless body, and so she
had to consent. "Y-y-y-yes sir," she said through sobs, and reached for
Tank's zipper.

"Wait," said Tank. She stopped, confused.

"Ask permission, bitch."

For an instant she was confused, then the horror of the situation
solidified. Of course, they had to humiliate her time and time again. It
wouldn't end.

"M-m-may I p-please have p-p-perm-m-mission to g-give you a blow..a
blow... blowjob, s-s-s-sir?" Stephanie managed to ask, as her gorgeous
blue eyes gleamed anew in the firelight with fresh tears.

"Well, okay, bitch," said Tank almost jovially, "since you ask SO nicely."

Fighting grief, fear, and revulsion, Stephanie's long, manicured fingers
reached for Tank's zipper. Briefly the snap seemed to resist opening, then
it came free, and the zipper slid down with ease. In a second, Stephanie
saw why.

Underneath Tank's boxer shorts, already free through the slit in front,
his erection practically towered before her bright, terrified eyes. It was
fully eleven inches long, with a thick network of blood vessels running
all along the shaft. The head alone seemed nearly the size of a
racquetball; thick with blood, it shone smooth as if polished in the light
of the crackling fire. Stephanie couldn't be sure if her fear-numbed mind
was playing tricks with her as it seemed the hole of the urethra opened
and closed slightly, as if trying to cry out in its perverse desire. The
man's cock, gleaming like a mahogany club, seemed like a weapon. A weapon
he would wield in her sexual conquest and defeat.

Tank laughed at the shocked expression on Stephanie's classic features.
"Well, bitch, you asked..." he said with a hint of menace.

Unsure of how to start, Stephanie leaned forward nervously, then placed
her pretty pink lips against the huge cockhead and kissed it. She kept
kissing for a few seconds, then moved her lips down the shaft. Then,
swallowing the urge to be sick, she extended her toungue and licked up and
down the shaft slowly, like a popsicle. Tank's breathing began to get
louder; at least he wasn't getting impatient yet, she figured, so she must
be starting well. Extending her tongue further, she now began licking
faster, using the broad flat part of her pink tongue. It brushed against
the cockhole and Stephanie tasted something slightly salty there. She
didn't want to know what it might be.

Squeezing her eyelids shut in both nervousness and to staunch a new flow
of tears, the beautiful naked woman wrapped her soft, virgin lips around
the head of her new master's cock.

Tank moaned slightly. With her right hand, Stephanie steadied the massive
tool at its base while she began moving her head up and down, creating a
sucking rhythm and stretching her jaw to its fullest to avoid any contact
with her perfect white teeth. Her lips gripped the cockshaft firmly as she
sucked, and the flat portion of her tongue brushed rhythmically against
the sensitive underside of the head. Tank's breathing grew rapid, then
moans began to rise in his throat. Her fearful eyes never left his face as
she sucked him, wary of any change that might show she'd done something
wrong. For five full minutes, her jaw straining with the effort of
pleasing her captor, she sucked, sucked, and sucked. Then it happened.

Tank suddenly grabbed her head and, with a fistful of her lovely hair,
pushed her face close into his musky crotch. And he came into her mouth.

Stephanie had never tasted a man's cum, and it revolted her. Not the
flavor itself, which, she was alarmed to find, was not so awful as she'd
feared. But the fact that she was being raped, forced into sex, with no
way to escape, the fact that she was their plaything, their slave, all
these things bore into her mind with despair and terror as stream after
stream of hot semen emptied from Tank's balls into Stephanie's beautiful,
ravished mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" groaned Tank, as Stephanie, with a new stream of
tears flowing in rivers down her high cheeks, swallowed his copious load.
She tasted the sperm on her tongue, felt it flow down her esophagus into
her stomach. "SWALLOW MY CUM YOU HOT CUNT, AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Tank's grip on Stephanie's hair relaxed, and she felt the stream of semen
began to slow, then halt. For several moments she held his softening
member between her stretched, pink lips, in case there was something more
he would require. But finally he pulled her free. She gasped to catch her
breath, periodically gulping down the stringy remnants of jism that still
nestled on her tongue and palate, and the big black man gasped above her,
and finally caught his breath.

"Think we may have struck gold here, motherfucker," he said to the other
man, and laughed. Sweat glistened on Stephanie's naked form, although the
night was cool. "This cunt is fine as SHIT!" Tank added.

"Okay, cumdrinker," Baseball Cap barked at her, "my turn."

Resigned to her fate, and knowing the longer she played along the longer
she might survive her ordeal, Stephanie obeyed readily. The fear had not
died down--she knew it never would--but her instinct of self-preservation
took over. She knelt before Baseball Cap and said, "P-please sir, may I
have the p-privilege of sucking your cock?"

"Why you certainly may!" Baseball Cap said with a huge smile. Stephanie
reached for his zipper and opened his pants with slight difficulty, but
soon she had his penis out and in front of her gorgeous face. He was
smaller than Tank, but his cockhead glowed huge and purple in the
firelight. The naked woman began the same kiss/lick/suck action she had
tried on Tank, and soon Baseball Cap was yelling out as he neared orgasm.

"AAH! AAH! AAH! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKIN HOT COCKSUCKING BITCH! AAAAAH,
FUCK!" he cried out, and he shot his load into her mouth. His cum was more
bitter than Tank's, but there was less of a load, and with an effort
Stephanie swallowed the lot in a couple of big gulps.

He pulled his dick from her lips and she wept softly as her captor
regained his breath and composure. She felt utterly, totally humiliated
and defeated.

She was wrong. There was more.

Tank stood up, and Stephanie noticed with shock and surprise he was erect
again. "Stand up," he ordered her. "Yes s-sir," she yelped and leapt to
her feet, wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Get into the back of the truck, bitch, and lie down."

"Yessir, I'm going, sir!" She went quickly. In the bed of the truck, a
large bedroll had been laid out. This was it. She knew now for certain,
they were going to fuck her pussy, fuck her the way only a woman's husband
should fuck her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Crying, she crawled into the truck bed and lay on her back, shivering in
fear and the cold of the desert night. Tank crawled on top of her, and she
thought, "He'll crush me, he's so big, oh God, please save me..." But only
stars gleamed back at her from the sky.

Tank pushed her thighs apart, and Stephanie cried out as she felt his huge
cockhead push at her vaginal opening. He had no condom, she quickly
realized. He would make her pregnant! And what if he had some disease!
Terror upon terror washed over the crying woman as the huge, dark cock
began its violation of her pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIEE! AAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS!" Stephanie shrieked! "OH GOOOOOD
IT'S TOO BIG!" But Tank pumped harder, faster, and more and more of his
huge tool pushed into her pussy, into her belly. Seven, eight, nine, ten,
all eleven inches! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGHH!" she screamed.
"RAAPE! RAAAAAAAPE!"

Her cries only seemed to spur Tank on, and rape it was. He pumped harder,
banging her soft, delicate ass against the truck bed. The cock was fully
as big around as her wrist, and it plowed into her perfect, model's body
with punishing force. Stephanie thought she felt something tear inside her
vagina. She couldn't tell. Pain was her life. Fear was her existence. The
fucking continued until she was too worn down even to cry out anymore,
then, to her surprise, Tank turned onto his back, pulling her smaller,
ravaged body onto his stomach. She lay there panting, his cock still
wedged to the hilt inside her belly. Tank grabbed her ass cheeks and began
pumping again, a slower rhythm, but just as painful. She wept into his
massive barrel chest as he raped her.

Then, she felt the back of the truck lurch somewhat, and in a moment
realized the other man had climbed into the back as well. Before she could
fathom what was about to occur, she felt the other cock press against her
tiny, pink, puckered asshole.

"Oh God...OH GOD! NOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stephanie howled like a madwoman
as the head of Baseball Cap's dick inched its way into her virgin rectum.
It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! They were both raping her at
the same time! And sodomizing her!! It was beyond nightmare! Beyond hell!

With a savage thrust, Baseball Cap plowed into her agonized asshole like a
pile driver.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGHH!!" she screamed and
screamed. "IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRRRRTTSSS!" But both men simply
increased the force of the savage double penetration. Her face was utterly
drenched with tears, her voice reduced to a pathetic whimper:
"...hurts...hurts...hurts..."

Suddenly, Stephanie felt Tank jerk convulsively underneath her, and
something warm filled her cunt. He had come, she knew it. And she knew,
without a doubt, that she had just been made pregnant. It was that time in
her cycle; she knew it like the back of her hand. She had no fight left in
her at all as the other man came deep inside her brutalized, bleeding
rectum. Spent, the two men lay panting, with the raped, defeated form of
Stephanie Conners sandwiched between them. Gradually, with their softening
cocks still in her aching, throbbing holes, they fell asleep. Eventually,
Stephanie herself fell into an exhausted, nightmare-laden slumber as the
cum dried between her legs and the tears dried on her lovely face.

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Bathed in sweat, gleaming in the dawn sun, the naked body of Stephanie
Connors lay spread eagled, face down on the desert floor, her wrists and
ankles tied to stakes. With her head raised to see what her captors were
about, she pleaded, begged for release and mercy.

"P-p-please," the beautiful woman begged, "Wh-whatever you're doing,
please, d-d-don't hurt me. I'll do any-anything. EVERYTHING! Whatever you
want! P-please untie me! I'll suck you, I'll"--she said the word with
difficulty--"f-f-fuck you, all you want...."

Baseball Cap emerged from the back of the truck where he and Tank had been
rummaging around. She sight of him sent a shock wave of fear through her
body. In his hand he held a long strip of thin metal, like a car antenna,
she thought. Thin metal wires had been wrapped around it to sturdy it. 

He knelt by her head as she buried her face in the sand and cried. "I know
you're gonna do whatever we want. Thing is, we're gonna do whatever WE
want, too. And one of the things we wanna do is listen to a sexy, tight
young piece of fuckmeat like yourself scream."

She continued to cry. This was madness, this was hell! "Wh-why!?" she pleaded.

The man just smiled. "Oh, no," she began to gasp as she felt his coarse
hand grip and knead her silky round ass cheeks. "PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! NOOO!
DON'T WHIP ME! DON'T HURT MMEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sobs racked her
mercilessly.

"Nice," she heard Baseball Cap say. Then...

The purest, white agony shot through her body as the metal whip lashed her ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Stephanie howled. And again,
the brutal whip came down.

There were a total of ten lashes, but each had such force that the
beautiful, pain-wracked woman fainted after the fifth. Shortly after the
final blow, she felt herself stirring, her mind and body awhirl with pain.
Tank was rubbing some kind of oil onto her ass cheeks, and she felt the
bleeding welts where the whip had come down. Oh God, how could they do
this to her?

She felt her wrists being freed from the stakes, but the ropes remained on
her. Her ankles were then untied, and those ropes were removed. Tank
roughly flipped her onto her back, and almost instantly something warm,
wet and familiar doused her pretty face. Baseball Cap had been excited to
orgasm by the whipping he'd inflicted, and she'd been flipped to take a
full shot of his cum on her perfect face. She thought she might die from
the shame. But everywhere, her body was so charged with pain she couldn't
even weep. It was all she could do to keep her breath.

"You liked that, whore, didn't you?" Baseball Cap said.

She wanted to scream, give into the horror and agony and let her mind go.
But she knew she had to obey.

"Y-y-yes sir. Th-thank you, s-s-sir."

Hauling her to her wobbly feet, he then announced, "We're going to our
place, a secret little place where me and Tank and some other boys spend
their time when they wanna get away from the rat race. It's about three
miles that way, through the desert. I think they're gonna like you, baby!
They're gonna like you a lot!" And he laughed.

As what he said sank in, Stephanie reeled in horror! More men! More rape!
She couldn't bear it, she couldn't! Ridding herself of all dignity, she
dove at his feet! "NOOO! Please. I CAN'T! Not that! NOT GANG RAPE! PLEASE
DON'T LET THEM GANG RAPE MEEEEEEE!" Her speech gave way to heavy sobs. He
leaned down.

"Remember what I said, you obey," and he dragged her on her still wobbly
legs to the back of the truck. She couldn't beg anymore; she just cried.

Baseball Cap looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of
stuck up cunt who wouldn't give a guy like him the time of day. Well, now
the shoe was on the other foot. He smiled broadly as he tied the ropes
around her wrist to another rope, then tied that rope to the trailer hitch
of the truck. For an instant Stephanie looked at what he was doing in
confusion, then, when realization set in, she begged, "Oh, no, please. I
can't. I can't."

The two men hopped into the cab, and Baseball Cap called out, "It's only
three miles. You oughta be able to keep up!" And laughing, the men started
the truck.

Of course, she realized, that's why he whipped her then. She could barely
stand, let alone run. This was just more cruelty. She cried. Why? Why?

The truck lurched into gear, and the beautiful woman was yanked forward
and flew onto her stomach. The truck stopped. Nearly winded, Stephanie
stood as best she could and the truck started again.

It kept to a slow speed, and she jogged behind it, naked, enslaved, helpless.

But it would be three miles.

And the hot desert sun was rising.

And at the end of the line....

Stephanie tried to block her thoughts as the truck pulled her through the
desert.

TO BE CONTINUED

-- 
Rhinoceros
1995