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(MF, nc, rp, v, bd) *** It was so easy, she had no idea how much information she had let slip in their chats over the internet. A small village near New Forest and she worked locally in a shop that sold her favourite things. He had seen her picture but she had never seen his and she thought he lived in France while all the time he was in London. He had walked into the shop on his second week of looking and there she was. He bought a small item and left, followed her back to her house when she left work. It was set back from the road the nearest neighbour was at least a quarter of a mile away, perfect. He drove back to London and logged on that evening and chatted to her as normal, he told her next week he would not be online as often as he had friends staying. She would have to come over some time. Knowing she did not have a passport from an earlier conversation, he invited her to come on a day trip Wednesday her day off. Of course she refused and said she would just potter in the garden on Wednesday, she was going nowhere. This was perfect for him. He knew her thoughts and fantasies, shame rape was not one of them, but it was his and this week his fantasy would come true. He drove down on Tuesday morning. He looked like an affluent businessman, six feet tall, in his late 30’s, fit as he worked out regularly, It was easy to get in her back door with the skeleton key, he checked over the house, yes no sign of a male presence. One other thing to check that his laptop worked out here, yes it did, so he was all set. He enjoyed the thought of raping his victim but it was the fear, humiliation and odd bits of hope. That was going to make this an experience to savour. Briefly as he was placing objects in her fridge he wondered what would go through the bitch’s mind. Hiding the laptop in the spare bedroom, he checked his tablets, uppers and Viagra just in case, he intends she gets no rest. He laid out the heavy metal chain for her legs, the handcuffs and tied ropes to the legs of the old fashioned chesterfield sofa and settled down to wait. Susan pulled up in her drive, her feet hurt she was looking forward to a nice long soak, she didn’t have to rush to get online as it was doubtful Jacques would get on tonight. She opened the front door and as she bent to pick up her mail the door was slammed shut and she was thrown to the floor. A hand locked itself in her heavy tresses and a knife was held against her throat. Before she could recover from the shock she was being dragged across the wooden floor by her hair, her feet scrabbling for purchase to ease the pain of her scalp. Pulling her over to the couch, he released her hair and reached for the cuffs, knowing this is when she would try to run, as she struggled to her feet he hit her hard in the stomach, winded she sank to her knees. He kneed her in the back forcing her face down in the cushions. He snapped the handcuffs on her. It was easy using the ropes he had placed earlier he looped them round her elbows and back to legs of sofa pulling her arms further up her back. She was not going anywhere but he wanted to pile on the humiliation of her predicament. Two more ropes with heavy duty rubber bands attached where tied to her long hair, causing her face to lift off the sofa, and give a constant pull on her scalp. A ball gag was forced into her mouth. Finally the long heavy duty metal chain was attached to her ankles; looping it round the heavy coffee table it forced her legs wide apart. She was supported only by her chest and knees. Using his knife he cut her top clothes off slowly, beneath she was wearing plain white underwear. "Oh dear don’t you know how to dress to please," he smirked you will suffer for that later. He delighted in the shudder than ran through her body. He could not wait pulling her panties to one side he thrust into her, he loved the slight pain of his foreskin being pulled back, entering her dry hole. He knew soon the natural body defences would start to lubricate her, but she would think her body was betraying her and feel even lower than she did now. There was no finesse he thrust hard and fast, as brutally as he could. He loved the feel of her body shaking and squirming beneath him, knowing her scalp and elbows must be agonising as each thrust made more strain on the ropes. She was in daze the pain in her shoulders and head was nothing to the dry rasp of his penis inside her, who was he why was he doing this to her. Tears were running freely down her cheeks, her mind was screaming but all that came out was a guttural moan, and the silly thing that was playing on her mind was she was drooling like a baby. Oh please somebody let this soon be over, she felt him stiffen he was about to come inside her. She hoped this was the end of ordeal. He grunted as he shot his load. 'That’s the first one out of the way, now the fun can begin,' he thought. Using his knife he cut off the rest of her clothes. Then sat beside her on the sofa. He could see the fear in her eyes. "Yes this is only the start I know your shop does not open tomorrow so we have lots of time to play." He roughly grabbed her breasts and dug his fingers in deep, as if he was trying to get them to meet through the breast meat. Oh yes wearing white: Punishment time, he removed his belt stood and preceded to belabour her ass with it, raising welts across those creamy cheeks. I noticed you had a digital camera while I was looking round must take some pictures of you enjoying yourself. He took close ups of her teary face, long shots, and several of her virginal anus, I want a before and after shot, because I’m going to rape that cute butt of yours, over and over. Who was he and why oh why did he pick on her, she didn’t dress provocatively, was not a party lover or a tease, why could he not leave her alone, the forced fucking had hurt, she did not want to contemplate him in her ass, it was dirty and degrading, he must be more of an animal than she first thought. If only he would undo the gag perhaps she could calm him down talk to him anything to stop him hurting her again. He spat on his cock the only bit of lubrication the bitch deserved. Reaching beneath her he grasped her nipples and with a steady pressure squeezed them as flat as he could, the pain of which took her mind off her anus which allowed the bulb to penetrate her opening. He waited just a moment for the muscle ring to adjust to the invasion before delving deep in her inner recess, having come once this was going to last longer and he knew when he had finished riding the bitch she would beg for more if he let her. These prim and proper types were all whores underneath. The pain as he pulped her nipples, these sensitive organs made for licking and suckling, were being brutalised, she was sure they would never again regain their shape. Then suddenly a white hot pain seared through her spine, as he was forcing himself into her ass, her muscles automatically clenched tight but the pain in her nipples as she tried to breath through the pain caused her ass to relax and he was fully in, she wanted to vomit but she knew the gag would contain it, She wanted to let go to pass out from the pain but her mind would not let her. Pulling out of her, He took more pictures, and turned on her computer, while waiting he got the large cucumber he had earlier placed in the fridge after turning it up to high, Lovely and cold that should cool the heat in her, he grinned to himself, Cutting it in half re returned to her and pushed one half into her cunt the other in her ass. Taking yet more pictures, he uploaded the pictures onto the computer. Perfect. "Look at these I’ve made you a star bitch, Oh I forgot you can't lift your head enough to see. Perhaps I should I release your hair, would you like that? Nod slightly if you would." She managed a slight bow of the head. With that he used his knife to cut through her tresses releasing the ropes. Her long hair dropped on the sofa still tangled in the rubber bands. Holding the knife at her throat he released the gag, "You scream and it will be the last thing you do." To show her how sharp the knife was he ran it gently over one breast causing a long shallow stinging cut to open the blood dripped over her nipple and onto the pale blue sofa, Gently now he suckled the nipple and blood like a baby drawing sustenance from its mothers milk. He then abused her with the cucumbers for the next 15 minutes non stop. He was hard and raring to go again but he had things to do first. She was in shock she hurt all over, violated, all those names he called her whore bitch, cunt, but she wasn’t she hated this, but her body was tingling little shudders running through it, different from the pain, it was almost pleasant. But before she could hold onto those sensations with her mind he hurt her again, she would not scream, some small part of her mind was already broken, the horror and shame she felt, meant she would hate anyone else to see her like this and gloat as he was. She could feel air on her scalp and looked forlornly at her hair lying there; this was a rape of her mind as well as her body. He made her say how much she loved this, that it wasn’t real all a game. "Now I can upload these pictures and what you said with your name and address to the web at a touch of a button. People will flock to your door to stick there cocks in your cunt, but you would love that wouldn’t you. I know you can't get enough of me, can you?" He turned her over onto her back placing a stool under her ass so only her shoulders were on the sofa, legs were spread wide with the chain now you can see the screen and how filthy you look, exposed for the world to see. He took her lipstick and wrote slap me on one tit, bite me on the other, then with a dry razor he shaved off her eyebrows and her pubic hair. Writing fuck-toy on her forehead then and cunt, ass all welcome where her pubs once were. He fucked her twice more while he was doing this. She could see the last picture he took on the screen; she didn’t look real, like a posed doll that you see in magazines. But the words really stood out, if anyone saw those pictures she would die, lose her job, and her parents would never talk to her again. She looked at her tormentor; he was a good looking man. Why had he done this to her? She had always thought rapists looked mean and ugly, you could introduce this man to your mother, you never knew what lurked in the recesses of anyone's mind she thought. She noticed the message light was flashing on the computer, Jacques maybe if I can get to it he will help, she held on to that thought as it raped her yet again, how can a man do this so often. She was so sore; a mass of pain as it had pinched pulled as well as fucked her sensitive vagina. He saw her eyes widen as she noticed the message he had sent from his laptop earlier. Now for more fun. "I will upload these photos and protect them for now, but you know what will happen if you cross me. I see a message here; does the whore have a boyfriend?" He opened it. "Shall we send lover boy one of your pics?" He saw the panic in her eyes. "Let's have a new one just for him shall we? I see you like candles, how much I wonder." There were three tall thick taper candles in a candelabra on the table. Again one went in each orifice, the other he lit and dripped hot wax over her cunt and tits. He then fucked her long and hard with the one in her cunt, causing it to soften and reshape with the heat and juices of her body. There a before and after pulling it out and placing it between her tits. "Now what shall we say, hello come and join me." "No, please don’t, he's a nice man, don’t do that, don't show me up like that please." Was he going to take everything from her, even her friend? She was nothing, had nothing. "Please kill me now if you're going to, I can't take anymore of this." "Kill you, oh no sweetheart, I have a lot more fucking to do yet, you will come to love it and me you won’t want anyone else, ill always be in your dreams, that’s what you will live for." As he sent the picture to himself. By the time he left, 5am Thursday morning, he no longer had to restrain her she was his, totally no fight in her, but the last time he made love to her, slowly gently, kissed and caressed her to a mind blowing orgasm the only one he had allowed her in all that time. Writing down his number, he said call me when you are ready to be my whore again. Never! Never! Never, was going through her mind as she gingerly lowered herself in to the scalding almost bath, She would not report this to the police she was too ashamed, she scrubbed hard to get the words she felt were burned into her skin off, She tried to tidy up her shorn hair, when suddenly she dissolved into a violent flood of weeping, she could not stop. She realised as hers tears finally started to dry up, what she was, that final time and orgasm had proved it. Sighing deeply and trying to repress the shudders that were shaking her frame. She reached for the phone. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 39