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If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive. -------------------------------------------------------- The Rapist by Theodore Spoonbender (theodore@Spoonbender.demon.co.uk) *** I felt your nails dig into my back, gouging furrows amongst the dark, curling hairs. I retaliated by grabbing your pretty little breasts and squeezing them with all my strength while I pounded. (MF, rp, forced- orgasms) *** Author Note: This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on real people, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more. *** I noticed you because of the outline of your saucy French Knickers through your tight blue skirt. It's strange I know, but then maybe I should be classified as that type of guy. People tend to steer clear of me. Polite conversation ends when I join a group. Awkward silences reign. The few friends that I do have tell me that I have an air of menace about me. As if I am one step away from horrific violence. Other people's opinions and values don't bother me. The thought of being popular evinces a shrug. I don't care and I guess that's what makes me frightening. That and my six foot six inches of carefully maintained, muscle bound, body. I like Air Stewardesses. They are usually young and attractive and very fit. Ideal for my brand of sexual gymnastics. Moreover they are far from home. And, usually, help. Better yet they seldom reported their rape, because in case you hadn't got it that was how I got my kicks. I guess the hassle of being stuck in some hell hole of a country while it is being investigated makes even the most traumatised victim think twice about it. In any event, by then I was long gone. I had never come close to being caught. You, as I said, I noticed because of the double outline of your panties through your skirt. I could tell that they were cut high and very lacy. They make those skirts far too tight for you to hide your secrets you know. Especially when you bent over to help that young lady with her baby across the aisle. Your firm young buttocks are thrust into my interested face, tight material holding your charms within its giving embrace. Your buttocks invited, so round and beckoning. I vowed they were to be mine. Your face lived up to my expectations. Classic English Rose. Blond hair cut short and curling under slightly as it meets your collar. Thrust carelessly behind your shell like ears in that most feminine of gestures. China blue eyes, high cheekbones, a defiant thrust to your chin and a slight tilt to your nose over pink lips. Your colour suggests long sessions under clear blue skies and a tropical sun but that was some weeks ago. Now you have the yellowish tinge of a neglected tan. I hear you telling the other stewardess that you are staying over for a week and you would be touring a little, seeing the sights. You were a girl of the world, you knew your way around. You were safe. Even though you only appeared to be in your early twenties you had travelled extensively. There had never been a problem before. But then, you had never met me. I have worked for quite a few airlines, maintaining their avionics, so I knew how they operated. Where you were likely to be staying, the arrangement with the hotel. I also knew the country. Indeed I had acquaintances there that could provide help and logistical support. If required. After all who knows what might happen. Little did you know it, dear Kaye Brewster, but you were doomed even as you pushed that drinks trolley down the aisle. Your future was pre-ordained and it included me. The flight, as is the wont of such things, was late. And so it was quiet in the lobby of the Intercontinental as I lurked behind a pillar while you got your key. I heard them announce your room number. The arrangement was perfect, you were in the newly refurbished part of the hotel, well away from the disconcerting humanity of the rest of the place. You waved goodbye to your crew mates. They would be seeing you again in a little over a week. Or so you maintained. Oh really Miss Brewster? Oh Really? And what makes you so sure? That self assuredness will get you into trouble. But don't worry young lady, I am the cure. I was really starting to believe that what was going to happen was pre-ordained. The parts of the jigsaw fitting into place so perfectly it couldn't possibly just be a random series of interconnected events. This theory was reinforced when I realised that your room was on one corner of the hotel away from any other occupied rooms. The management, or possibly the airline, had probably ensured that you were to get the very best room in which to start your holiday. The one with the wrap around balcony. You will live to regret that, dear Kaye. Getting a pass key and a cleaner's jacket was easy. At that time of night very little stirred and so all I had to do was to take the service lift to the basement. In the locker room I found exactly what I needed. The stage was set. Events were now progressing inexorably. I waited a full two hours before I silently unlocked your door. Your room was lit by the light of the full moon shining through the wind motioned drapes. Aside from the hiss of the wind, and the chirp of the crickets, the only sound was the sonorous rush of your breathing. I closed the door and made my way past the bathroom, freezing momentarily when I heard a catch in your breath. I stood stock still, waiting for your regular breathing to continue but your exhalations were coming in little gasps and you let out the occasional moan. At first I was bewildered, then I realised what you were doing. This was confirmed when I saw the thin sheet jerking around, above the junction of your wide-spread legs. There was a touch of pure magic in the air as I stood in the shadows, watching a flawless beauty satisfying herself oblivious to the world. Moonlight bathed you in its flat, two dimensional, light as your head tossed this way and that as your hands worked furiously. Then I caught the muted buzz of a vibrator. My, my dear little Kaye, you are well equipped. And it was obvious that you thoroughly enjoy your sex. Oh, you lucky girl, how well you shall be served. The moans became louder and your legs kicked away the coarse cotton constraints of the bed-sheet. There in the moonlight, three thousand miles away from home and safety, you bared yourself to your rapist. It was one of those pivotal points in my life. On the one hand I was wallowing in the sight of a exquisite young beauty enjoying rapturous communion with her own body and on the other my own body demanded that it, too, should wallow in the bliss that your warm succulence so obviously offered. The noise of your moans snapped me from my reverie as they started to crescendo towards little muted screams. Quietly I shed my clothes, abandoning them where they fell, my whole being focussed on your glistening body as you writhed towards your climax. The click of my knife startled you but before you could react I had dived between your widespread thighs. Your brain was muzzy with sexual excitement and so you missed your last possible hope of salvation. You could have screamed Kaye. Screamed loud and long and maybe, just maybe, I would have been scared enough to have run. But you didn't and that was something that you may have cause to regret for a very long time. I fell upon you, pinning your arms in place. One of them tightly grasping the still buzzing probe, obscenely raucous now that its objective was no longer required, and the other grasping your breast. I held the knife to your throat and cautioned you to be silent. From that moment on, dear Kaye, you were mine. *** I hadn't been able to see Danny for nearly three weeks. For some reason the Airline had rostered him onto the Far Eastern Runs, leaving me chafing on the medium haul flights. They said that they had a shortage of Pilots with 747 experience. I, too, was trained on the 747 but there were no vacancies for Stews on the Asian runs. Indeed it was usually the more experienced girls that got those. So I was left to chafe. What made it worse was that his roster very seldom mated with mine, so I only really saw him in passing at home or in the Airport. The final straw was that he was usually crewed with Linda. Oh how I hated her. She was taller than me at 5' 8", to my 5' 6", she was also a leggy and an almost white blond. I knew she had the hots for Danny. And she knew I knew. I caught her superior smirk on occasion and it drove me wild. But I managed to maintain my composure. Thank god for the training that allowed me to maintain an outward appearance of calm when the world was falling apart around my ears. I tried to tell Danny but he just laughed and said that it was all in my imagination. But I was convinced I caught a fleeting moment of guilt cross his eyes as he said it. I was sure there was something going on. Positive. I needed to win him back, but how? Jealousy was all I could think of, that plus the feeling that I was leaving him out of something that I was doing. Men just can't stand being left out. So I arranged this holiday. As it happened I had always wanted to visit here and explore some of the ancient townships. I had wanted to do it with him, and I'd told him that on many occasions. So now I could combine a bit of green eyed jealousy with a sprinkling of raw guilt. It wasn't until I lay alone in my large bed that I wondered if I had made a mistake. I missed his warmth against me, his hard body moulded to mine, his breathing sweet in my ear. I missed his infectious laugh and his flash of white teeth. And, above all, I missed our lovemaking. His hard insistence and his pounding penis driving inside me, turning my insides to jelly. And the feeling of fulfilment as I felt his warmth washing in waves in my womb as I took his seed. I miss you Danny can't you see that? Sleeping came hard for me. The thoughts kept tumbling through my brain. He would be landing in Hong Kong soon. Was Linda handing him his early morning coffee. His smile, which should have been all mine, turning to her. I tossed and turned, all sorts of images blossoming in my imagination. I concentrated my thoughts on him, reaching out to him across the miles. Willing him to think of me, to ignore her blandishments. And, as always happens when I thought of him, I started to get wet. My nipples erected, forcing the bed-sheet away from my breasts like tiny tents, the coarse cotton rasping against them sending tremors through my body. Instinctively I reached for them, my fingers squeezing and pulling them until they ached with a excruciating sweetness. My hand crept over my belly until I could feel the silken tangle of the curls pointing down towards my tingling sex. It was almost a shock when I found out how sodden I really was down there. I had somehow maintained my celibacy for nearly a week and now my body yearned for fulfilment. Nature was now taking over. I wanted release. I needed it more than anything else in the world. Danny's face loomed over me, beneath my tightly closed eyelids, as I sought out my clit. I had intended to make Danny jealous, but in mind only. I had no intention of actually taking a lover, although I knew the temptation would be strong. Warm nights, hot blooded men, the crash of the breakers on the shore. I knew I would need release and so I had brought my little egg vibrator. It had seen me through some trying times and now it would do so again. The reassuring buzz, as I clicked up through its settings, making me muse wistfully that I wished that men could be so reliable. Then my lust rendered me brainless as I rubbed it hard against my gaping sex. The feelings were so intense, and my mind so wrapped up in thoughts of Danny, that I thought I imagined him standing there at the foot of my bed as I prepared myself for him. I kicked away the sheet, subconsciously offering myself to him, legs spread wantonly wide. I struggled to come to terms with reality as an, undoubtedly, male body dropped onto me. Temporarily rendering me breathless as the air was forced out of my lungs. The shreds of my lust turning to icy fear as I felt the knife against my throat. "Keep 'em spread bitch and don't make a fucking sound," The voice commanded as hard talons forced my hands upwards, away from my body. Moments later a rock hard penis was rammed into me. *** You were so wet dear Kaye. You were a trollop waiting to be conquered, your body offering no resistance as I plundered your core. Indeed your gasp was not of fear or anger, it was of lust. Diamond bright, sweet and true. I slid deep, almost against my will, your body seeming to draw me in. Your legs animated alongside my driving body as I started to pound, kicking and flexing with a fury that surprised me. I grinned. This was the part I loved, when I was deep inside, beyond the point of resistance. When the anger at my forced entry, along with the terrified impotence, was at its height. I slammed into you didn't I Kaye? I took you, wrenching exquisite feelings of ecstasy from your writhing body and you could do nothing about it. I felt your nails dig into my back, gouging furrows amongst the dark, curling hairs. I retaliated by grabbing your pretty little breasts and squeezing them with all my strength while I pounded. Pounded. Pounded. Taking you, vanquishing you, forcing your surrender. Your body arched, hands digging deep, feet dancing a tattoo on my thrusting buttocks. You mewled and your head shook. Back and forth. Back and forth. Mouth opening and closing in a silent scream as your tortured lungs gulped oxygen greedily. You were mine dear Kaye. All mine. *** There was no pain, much to my surprise. In fact under different circumstances it would have felt wonderful. That long, fat penis thrusting inside me. The pulsing veins, and the angle of the attack, jiggling my clit until I felt I would burst. The realisation of my predicament threatened to smother me. I was being raped. Raped! An unknown penis was gouging its way inside me. Against my will. And my body was responding. Oh god. Oh god. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I was being raped. Forced to accept a stranger's penis deep inside me. Inside my body, invading my private space. Deep, oh so deep, inside. Pushing against my cervix sending tremors throughout my frame. Ah. Ah. Aaaah! My feelings and emotions became entangled as I soared. I hated him, but I loved the sensations. This was wrong, very, very wrong. But it felt so gooood. Oh god, so good. I tried to think of other things. My cat, my little house, my new car. But the feelings overwhelmed me. I thought of Danny. Strong, powerful Danny. Plunging deep, rocking me with the intensity of his powerful thrusts. It made it better - it made it worse. I was totally losing control. I knew my legs were kicking and my hands were delving into the stranger's back. Was it anger? Resentment? Terror even? I was so confused as the feelings overwhelmed me. My orgasm was building. The fire being stoked with an intensity that drove me wild. I tried to hold it back. I didn't want to cum on the end of a rapist's prick. It would be the pit of degradation. I fought against my feelings. Then he squeezed my breasts. I loved having my breasts manhandled. How did he know? How did he know? I felt like screaming out but the breath was forced from my lungs as the sweet pain blossomed in my chest. I could feel it coming. There was no escape. I existed on pure instinct as my orgasm bloomed in full glory. The blood pounding in my ears. He'd conquered me. The bastard had conquered me. And it felt so good. *** I could feel the ripples travelling down your cunt tube Kaye, as I continued to pound. At first I was puzzled, nothing like this had happened to me before when I'd forcibly taken a girl. Usually they lay there stiff and terrified as I forced my attentions upon them. And into them. I was proud of my prick. It was long and very broad and it created such a sweet look of pain in the eyes of my victims. But it was wasted on you. Or was it? Your convulsions and thrashing limbs spoke volumes. Your strangled screams, your tightly closed eyes and bowstring taut body confirmed it. You had cum. You bitch! You have had an orgasm. While I was raping you. This couldn't be. Shouldn't be. I'll teach you to fucking cum while I'm raping you. You'll regret that you bitch! I'm going to pound you to pieces and I'm going to tear your breasts off at the roots. You see if I don't. Using every ounce of strength in my body I rammed my steel hard boner deep inside. And you started to scream. *** How can I begin to describe the feelings the rapist had torn from my body? The soaring orgasm that left me limp and wrung out like an old dishcloth. It was one of, no I'll go so far as to say THE most intense orgasm of my life. As it subsided I just wanted to be left alone to confront my tangled feelings. To try and make some sense out of why I had allowed a stranger, who I couldn't even see properly, to wrench such a gut churning cum from me. But he had other ideas. His pace increased a notch and his thrusts became even more intense. Slamming my body into the bed until the bedsprings creaked in protest at the hammer strokes that invaded me. I'd never been fucked like this before. It was brutal, primeval, punishing. I could feel the savage concentration that surged through his body as he drew back for each terrifying stroke. It was like he was trying to tear me to pieces. Forcing himself up through my body until he tore me in two. The sensations overwhelmed my numbed senses and I was reduced to a existing on a plane where only feelings counted. The intensity increased. He was drawing himself virtually all the way out and ramming into me as hard as he could. Pushing me up the bed until my head, softened by the pillows, slammed onto the head-board. I felt so open and vulnerable. So helpless and frail up against his brutal assault. Waves of ecstasy washed over me. I had never had it this good before. The feelings took over. And I screamed. *** I could feel my balls boiling a fresh batch of juices now. Weeks of work had gone into making the clump that was destined for you Kaye. You were going to feel me pumping my seed deep inside your belly and you will know that I had conquered you. Taken you. Raped you without mercy. I could feel my balls tighten and my cock swell deep inside as I continued to ram home. Here it comes Kaye and its all for you. I pulled your hips down onto mine as I forced my prick- head deep inside your womb. Then I held you tight. "Get ready to take my load bitch," I gasped as the generous pulsing spurts started to erupt deep inside you. Your eyes flew open and you stared at me in silent supplication as I pumped wad after wad into you. Then your body tensed and your pussy gripped me like a talisman. Drawing more of the seed from my convulsing prick into your maw. You bitch! You bitch! You weren't supposed to have enjoyed this but now you had cum again. It was too late. I couldn't hold back. You biiiitch! *** I felt like a shuttlecock caught in a typhoon as he continued to pound. Higher and higher into the vortex I ascended. I'd never had a double O before. Never. But he was forcing another cum from me. My emotions were in tatters as he pulled me down onto him. I knew what was coming next. I didn't want his rancid spunk inside me. My womb was reserved for Danny's seed. But I couldn't do anything except lay there and take it. It was as if he had robbed my body of the power to move coherently. I looked up at him, willing him to spare me the final humiliation. But then the feelings struck again and I found myself teetering on the brink of an abyss. The first warm splashings of his spunk, deep inside me, pushed me over the edge and my orgasm slammed into me like a train. I felt myself spinning into a whirlpool of ecstasy as his seed forged into my womb. I had been truly taken. And it felt so very, very good. *** At last the final spurt of sperm jerked into you and I felt your body convulse for one last time. Already my prick was losing its stiffness and I could feel the oily slime oozing out of your ravaged sex. My body felt deliciously refreshed but my mind was in a turmoil. I had plotted and executed the plan perfectly only to have you turn the tables and cum on me. Twice! That wasn't in my plans. In my world whores like you just exist to please me, not the other way round. If I wasn't so exhausted I would have pounded you into dust with my fists. But I was weary and conscious of the fact that I must get away from here. I pushed myself free and stood up. You murmured but didn't open your eyes or cry out. I watched you as I climbed into my clothes. You lay there, spread wide with one knee bent and the other leg thrust out at an angle from your body. Little moans escaping from you as your crotch oozed obscenely. Damn that was one hell of as dump you had taken from me there Kaye. I saw your panties lying on the floor where you had kicked them off. The very ones that had attracted me to you in the first place. I scooped them up. The touch of silk was cool on my fingers as I lingered over you. Finally I turned to go. Dawn was starting to streak the sky. Daylight must find me far from here. As I made my way to the door I was sure I heard you murmur something to me. I swear it sounded like; "Thank you!" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59