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911 Rape
by Grefe (1992)

***

The 911 Rape is a novelization of a "hot chat" I 
actually had with a woman on a New York City BBS back in 
92'. Names are changed to protect the libidinous, 
naturally. With some minor changes, this is the story we 
created together. Jim's actions and feelings are mine, 
but Carol's are actually those of my computer sex 
partner. (Mdom/F, reluc, control, d/s, oral, anal, huml)

***

Jim and Craig were the crew of New York City's Emergency 
Medical Service unit 13B2. At 1700 on a Tuesday in June, 
they responded to a call of an EDP (emotionally 
disturbed person) in an apartment building on 45th 
Street between 1st and 2nd Ave in Manhattan.

As they pulled up the building, the Manhattan North 
precinct sergeant and a sector car were just pulling up 
on the scene.

In apartment 14G, Carol and her live-in boyfriend were 
having a violent argument over his infidelity, and 
neighbors called the police. "You bastard," she snarled. 
"This is the third time you cheated on me. The last 
time. Get your shit and get out."

"Third?" he smirked. "You have no idea how many other 
pussies have shared this cock with you. And their 
assholes too. Maybe if you had let me fuck your precious 
ass, I wouldn't have shopped around."

When the police arrived, Carol violently insisted the 
police remove her ex-boyfriend from her apartment.

Jim looked at Carol, and was immediately aroused. With 
her flared nostrils and fiery eyes, she appeared to be a 
hellcat in rage, and Jim was never one to overlook a 
strong-willed woman. Her shoulder-length brown hair was 
pulled back into a pony-tail, her brow shined with 
perspiration, and her fine-featured, olive-skinned face 
was hardened in her anger. 

Panting heavily, her firm, generous breasts heaved 
braless beneath her t-shirt, and Jim felt a stirring in 
his groin at the sight of her hardened nipples. He 
wished for the opportunity to explore what lay beneath 
her cutoff jeans and to touch the thighs of her tanned 
athletic legs. 

While Carol yelled at the sergeant, Jim was lost in this 
reverie and said to himself, "What's wrong with you. Get 
a grip," and he returned to the matter at hand.

The sergeant was about to dismiss the incident as a 
dispute, when the boyfriend told them that Carol had 
attempted suicide and when he stopped her, she tried to 
throw him out.

Carol became enraged at this lie, and lunged at him. Two 
policemen held her back.

The boyfriend continued that she hadn't seen her 
psychiatrist, a Dr. Miller, in months, had thrown away 
her medication, and had been deteriorating since. These 
violent outbursts were commonplace, and he feared to 
leave her alone.

Carol screamed in rage that this was all untrue, but the 
sergeant said to the ambulance crew, "You better take 
her in, just to be safe. Let the hospital handle it."

With that, Carol fought violently as the police forced 
her into hand-cuffs. As they led her to the elevator, 
the boyfriend said, "I'll go to the hospital in a little 
while. I have to call her mother and take care of some 
things." He could barely suppress a burst of laughter as 
he closed the door to the apartment.

Out in the street, Carol fought like a demon as she was 
pulled into the ambulance and secured to the stretcher. 
An officer was to escort her in the ambulance, when a 
high-pitched tone came over the police radio, declaring 
a 10-13 downtown, indicating an officer in need of 
emergency assistance. The cops and the sergeant 
immediately jumped to their vehicles, shouting, "We'll 
meet you at the hospital." One cop threw the hand-cuff 
keys to Jim, but before he could react, they sped away 
to aid their fellow cops.

Craig informed the dispatcher, "13-boy, 82 to 02 with 
the unescorted female," as her drove the ambulance 
toward the FDR drive.

In the back, Carol pleaded with Jim to believe her, that 
she was not crazy, and all this was a lie. Jim nodded 
sympathetically and said, "You have to convince the 
doctors at Bellevue. Now if you calm yourself down and 
cooperate with them, they'll probably believe you. But 
you have to calm down."

Carol made a visible effort to relax, when the ambulance 
came to a stop. Craig, over the intercom, said, "Looks 
like the cops went to a riot downtown. The FDR is backed 
up from 14th street. We're gonna be stuck here a while. 
It's bumper to bumper." He then informed the dispatcher 
of the situation. Shortly, Carol had calmed herself, and 
she asked, "What's going to happen to me?"

"The Bellevue staff will interview you, and try to get 
in touch with that doctor."

"Then they'll let me go," she replied hopefully.

"Maybe. But they try to be careful, lawsuits and all. In 
a suicidal case, they might want to keep you overnight 
for observation."

"What?" she gasped. "I'm not suicidal. They can't do 
this to me!" With that, she bucked savagely against the 
stretcher straps. Her shirt rode up and Jim caught a 
glimpse of a full round breast before it was covered 
again.

"Come on now, what did I say?" he cautioned her. "You 
have to relax. Besides, I'll talk to them for you."

"Would you?" she cried. "Oh, please, I'd do anything to 
get out of this." Jim hesitated, not believing he was 
doing this, then crouched next to the stretcher. Cupping 
a tit in one hand, he asked, "Anything?"

Her eyes widening in horror, she said, "No, no, not 
that." Jim lifted her shirt, and her firm midsized tits 
were exposed. He brushed a palm across a large dark 
areolae of one breast then played with the with thick 
nipple.

"What are you doing? Stop this, please," she pleaded. 
Unheeding, Jim reached down and caressed her trim 
thighs, and stared lustily into her brown eyes.

"Help!" she screamed. "He's trying to rape me!"

Jim clamped a hand over her mouth as Craig came over the 
intercom, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Jim answered. "She's just flipping out again."

Craig chuckled. "Well, she is hot enough to rape. Be 
good, Jim."

"Yeah, right," Jim laughed. Then he slapped Lori's face 
sharply and said, "See. No one will believe you, and if 
you tell the doctors I raped you, they'll lock you up a 
long time."

Tears sprang to Lori's eyes, as her face stung. "No, you 
can't do this," she whispered. "They'll believe me. They 
have to."

Jim took her breast again. "Nope. They'll never buy it. 
No one has ever complained about me before."

"Why? They were too scared of your threats?"

"No. I've never done this before." Jim stood unbuckled 
his uniform pants and dropped them to the floor. His 
erection strained against his underwear, which he also 
removed.

Carol stared at him incredulously. "I must be crazy. I 
can't believe this is happening."

Jim held his cock, which has about 6 inches long, but 
very thick and hard. He lowered it to her face but she 
turned away. Roughly, he grabbed her hair and, pulling 
her head back, slapped her again. "Look," he said. "I'll 
tell them shit that get you admitted to the hospital for 
long-term observation."

"How-- how long is that?" she whispered.

Lori's eyes bulged in panic when her replied, "Six long 
weeks. A pretty thing like you will be fucked by every 
orderly and guard in the psych wing, not to mention a 
few patients. And the more you cry rape, the less 
they'll believe you. You're better off taking care of 
me, then this will all be over."

Tears streamed from her eyes, and she whimpered, "Six 
weeks." Sobs wracked her, and Jim felt sorry for her. He 
was about to stop this lunacy when she murmured, "All... 
alright." She stared at his cock for a moment, in terror 
of the fate this man could bring her, then closed her 
eyes and opened her mouth.

Jim, lust renewed at the sight of her open, pouty lips, 
slid himself into her waiting mouth and shuddered at the 
warmth of her. Holding her head, he slowly and deeply 
fucked her mouth, with Carol doing nothing but squeezing 
her eyes tightly shut and hoping it would be over soon. 
He penetrated so deeply that she almost gagged, then 
withdrew to the head of his dick. 

Taking a nipple between his fingers, Jim increased his 
tempo, fucking her mouth furiously and roughly, gripping 
her hair and slamming his cock into her so her nose was 
in his pubic hair, his balls bouncing on her chin. He 
was close to coming, and considered blowing his load in 
her mouth and on her face. He loved the sight of a 
woman's face covered with sperm, but decided no, he 
wanted this to last.

Jim took out his cock and wiped it over her face, 
covering her with her own saliva. The sight of this was 
almost enough to push him over the edge, but he held 
back. When it passed, he ordered, "Lick it." Carol 
slowly stuck out her tongue and touched the head of his 
prick. She tasted a clear drop of pre-seminal fluid, 
salty and bitter. "Lick it all over, get it nice and 
wet." 

Eyes still shut, she obeyed and coated his cock with 
spit. He throbbed at her attentions, preferring her to 
take an active role. Then he climbed atop her chest and, 
pulling her breasts over his dick, began to titty-fuck 
her. The slickness between her breasts provided a 
wonderful feeling for Jim, and he pinched her nipples as 
he held them. Tears of frustration squeezed between 
Lori's eyelids, fearing he would take his time, and 
maybe even fuck her vagina.

He again neared orgasm, and stopped short of coming on 
her. Turning so he faced her feet, Jim squatted over 
Lori's face and lowered his testes to her mouth. 
Cringing, she licked at his scrotum and tasted the 
fragrant sweat on his hairy balls. Her faced flushed 
with humiliation as she reluctantly took a testicle in 
her mouth. Carol considered biting him, but when she 
thought of the result, six weeks in a mental hospital, 
she only suckled gently at it. 

In giving in to him, she found her humiliation 
increased, and was shocked to find she somewhat enjoyed 
this feeling. She had never been involved in bondage, 
buy being tied here and helpless to this man's will 
actually began to arouse her. She fought this feeling 
with revulsion and guilt, but it remained nonetheless.

Pulling away from her mouth, Jim sat on her face, 
pushing his anus against her lips. Grimacing, Carol 
struggled again, but he pinched a nipple painfully, and 
she yelped, but stopped resisting. "Suck on my asshole. 
Now!" When she didn't comply, he twisted her nipple 
brutally so she cried out, muffled by the anus pressed 
against her mouth. 

Tearfully, she gave in to him, and sucked at the pungent 
orifice she had never tasted before. Her disgust was 
lessened, though, because after all, she had no choice. 
This was something she would never do of her own 
volition. She was not responsible, and that gave her a 
freedom she never knew.

Jim jerked at his cock and as he slapped one of her 
breasts ordered, "Fuck me with your tongue." 

She stiffened her tongue and poked it into his rectum, 
and Jim rode up and down on it. He stared down at her 
gorgeous body, and couldn't believe the emotions he 
felt. To use this woman against her will, to take 
advantage of her physical and mental helplessness, to 
degrade her any way he chose, gave him such a rush of 
power and lust, he knew he could not turn back. At a new 
threshold, he would always need this now.

Finally he got off her, and she moaned when he pulled 
down her shorts. He spread her legs and, to his 
surprise, "You are sopping wet. You dirty slut, you are 
enjoying this." He grinned broadly at her, pleased that, 
despite his using her, she was getting pleasure as well.

Carol blushed and averted his gaze. "N-no," she 
stammered. "No, I hate you."

He smiled knowingly as he climbed atop her on the 
stretcher and unceremoniously shoved himself into her to 
the hilt. Carol gasped at the sudden penetration, felt 
as though she were being split apart by his thick cock. 
His weight crushed down on her, her cuffed hands pinned 
beneath her painfully. Yet, as he began to fuck her 
slowly and deeply, to her horror, she found that she 
didn't want it to end. 

Jim smiled secretly. He noted her eyes were no longer 
clamped shut, but closed softly, her head held and mouth 
open. "She's loving this, the whore," he thought, then 
was struck with an inspiration.

Carol gasped against her will as he suddenly pulled out 
of her, and could have died of embarrassment when she 
realized how empty she felt.

He climbed off her, took her by the hair again and 
slapped her sharply across the face. "You like it too 
much, you cunt." He was shocked at his own mouth, but 
continued. "Open your mouth." When she complied he 
shoved his dick into her mouth again. "I've got 
something better for you." Out of Lori's field of 
vision, he opened a cabinet and rummaged through some 
emergency supplies.

Soon, he leaned over, grabbed her left leg and pulled it 
up to him, and she felt him smearing something cold and 
wet onto her anus. She gasped with his cock in her mouth 
as he worked a finger into her backdoor and began to 
finger-fuck her asshole. She winced in pain as he 
inserted a second digit. Taking his time, while still 
fucking her face, he massaged her insides to loosen them 
up, then slipped in a third. Carol felt stuffed with 
these three fingers, but gradually the muscles relaxed.

Jim pulled out of her mouth, and to her horror he began 
to grease up his cock with the surgical lubricant. "I 
haven't butt-fucked a girl in a long time," he informed 
her as he moved down to her legs.

"Oh, please," Carol begged, "I've never done that." New 
tears sprang to her eyes as she thought of her newly-ex 
boyfriend, and his claim that he cheated on her because 
she kept her tight backdoor off limits. It was that 
fucker's fault she was in this predicament.

"I could tell you weren't a virgin in your pussy," he 
smiled as he got in position, "but I am honored to be 
your first to boldly go where no man has gone before." 
He chuckled as he lifted her legs and spread her cheeks.

"Help me please!" Carol screamed to his partner. "Hel-" 
she was cut off by his clamping hand again.

Jim lay atop her again, this time with the head of his 
prick resting on the entrance to her cor-hole. "I'll 
give you a choice," he smiled to her. "Just shut up. If 
you yell when I let go, I'll gag you, wipe you clean and 
butt-fuck you dry. Got it?"

She nodded fearfully, and he slowly released her mouth. 
"Please," she begged, "I'll do anything but that."

He slapped her again, and hissed, "You'll do whatever I 
want, bitch. Don't forget that. But I'll offer you an 
alternative. There is a nurse at Bellevue who is bi. 
Fuck the both of us together and I'll spare your 
butthole, and get you released in the bargain."

Carol stared at him frozen. "No, I can't do that with a 
woman. Just do my pussy or let me blow you..."

He smacked her again. Then, softly, "Make a decision. I 
want pussy juice on your face, or your shit on my dick. 
Up to you."

Carol cried quietly, but couldn't choose. Each was a 
perversion she thought she would never face. "I can't 
decide..."

"Fine," he replied, then began to press against her anus 
with his rock-hard erection. After holding out so long 
under such arousing conditions, he knew this would be a 
powerful orgasm.

Then to their utter shock, her at her good luck and he 
at his bad, the ambulance jerked and rolled along the 
FDR. Craig's voice came over the intercom. "Finally 
opened up. We'll be there in a few minutes."

Jim cursed sharply, then hurried to clean and dress 
himself and his patient. His balls would be aching for 
lack of coming, but they would get cut off if he were 
caught like this.

As the ambulance backed into the hospital bay, Carol 
collapsed, exhausted, all the tension draining from her. 
But then Jim said, "You aren't out of this yet, honey." 

Now she feared that he, in his frustration, would have 
her committed, and she dreaded what was to come in the 
mental hospital.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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