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Authors name: Jaz (Jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : I'm Not a Rapist .. well not really...

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I'm Not a Rapist...Well Not Really. 
by Jaz (Jaz1701@webtv.net)


I am not a freak. I have done some things that I am 
not particularly proud of but I really did not have 
a choice. The Bible says, "Judge not lest ye be 
judged" Who the fuck are you to cast the first 
stone at me anyway. People always talk about what 
they would do for love. "I'd climb the highest 
mountain, I'd swim the deepest sea." Well that is 
just a big hairy pile of shit. True love requires 
Sacrifice, there is RISK involved; and yes I am 
sorry to say it but sometimes people get hurt.

Bad.

It all comes down to heart motivation. If you hurt 
some one just because you enjoy hurting someone 
then you are a sick motherfucker who needs a good 
ass kicking. If however you hurt someone because 
you are trying to help them; well that's very 
different. 

Take a Dentist. He hurts people every day, but 
nobody would put him in jail for what he does 
because he does it for our own good. We scream and 
cry and moan while we are in his chair, but he 
keeps right on cutting us, hurting us, making us 
bleed, no matter how much you scream and beg for 
mercy. He knows what is best for you. When he is 
through you may be in pain for several days, but 
you don't call the police do you? No you schedule 
another appointment, and willingly submit to his 
orders.

If you will listen to my story with an open mind, 
and a reasonable heart you will have to admit that 
I really did not do anything bad to Susan. Did I 
rape her? Well...sort of. But I did it to save her 
life and to make her happy. Is there really 
anything wrong with that? When you think about it 
she really should thank me.

It all started about three years ago on a Friday 
night. I got a call from a friend of mine Susan 
Jamison. We were just friends from work who had a 
couple of hobbies in common. I freely confess that 
I am a Video Game addict. I mean it's cool when 
you're a teenager. 

What do you do though when you're the best, have 
won every local tournament and wake up to find you 
are 25 years old. Your friends are getting married, 
buying houses, and having kids. You, you're still 
playing Street Fighter, and Tekken. It's nice to 
have a friend who shares your interest so you don't 
look like a total loser. It's nicer still if she 
happens to be a 5' 9" blonde, with long legs, firm 
breasts, a pretty face and a plump juicy ass. The 
fact that she has a brain, is funny, and has the 
same interest in Sci-Fi, movies and yes the 
occasional comic book, is just gravy. We're a 
perfect match, everyone wonders why we don't date, 
everyone that is except her boyfriend Ron that is.

He had been her lover since High School and was 
getting his Masters at Penn State. It is about a 
four-hour trip from where we live, so Susan sees 
him when she can. In fact that fateful Friday she 
had made a surprise trip to celebrate Mid Terms 
being over. I got a phone call at 2 in he morning. 
At first I thought it as a prank.

"Juhh Juhh John, that son of a bish is sheeating on 
me. I lubbed him so mush. It hurts so bad I Jush 
wanted the pain to go away, but I tink I took oo 
mush " she cried in a drunken slobber.

"Susan are you at home... good stay put I'll be 
right over."

I rushed to her apartment and found the door open. 
I was not sure what I would find when I entered, 
but I sure was not expecting this. Susan was lying 
on the bathroom floor covered in vomit. She was 
wearing a match set of lace bikinis. Susan was on 
all fours, her head was on the floor and her ass 
was swaying from side to side. She alternated 
between crying and dry heaves.

"Susan my god are you all right, what have you done 
to yourself."

As I entered the bathroom and got closer I counted 
over a dozen partially digested pills of assorted 
sizes, shapes and colors.

"You tried to kill yourself over that little prick. 
What were you thinking. He never deserved you, fuck 
him and his little slut. You can do better."

Susan started crying even harder at my outburst. 
She seemed to be sorry for what she had almost done 
there was a sense of shame to her. It slowly dawned 
on her what she looked like, drunk, high on pills, 
covered in vomit, nearly naked, with tear-streaked 
mascara. She never looked more beautiful to me. I 
realized right then that we were more than friends, 
I...loved her and wanted to take care of her for 
the rest of my life. She sat up and leaned against 
the bathtub. Slowly she tried to cover herself.

"John I am so embarrassed, I can't believe I was so 
stupid, but I loved him. I could not believe it, 
even as I looked at Ron with his cock crammed up 
her dirty ass, I could not believe it. You know 
what the worst part is, he saw me but would not 
stop fucking her butt. He just kept pounding his 
dick into her over and over again, like a crazed 
animal. I begged him to stop, to explain why he had 
done it. But he didn't stop John, he loved that 
slut's ass more than he loved me."

Susan looked so sad, so inconsolable that I am not 
ashamed to say I started crying too. I pulled her 
into my lap and kissed her softly on the lips.

"It's OK honey, I'm here now and I will make 
everything better." At first she protested because 
of her filthy condition, but as I rocked her in my 
arms, and stoked her hair, she slowly settled, 
finally snuggled against my warmth, and eventually 
surrendered herself to sleep and to me.

The alcohol and pills were a potent combination and 
Susan was dead to the world. I eased her gently to 
the bathroom floor and began to clean up. I did not 
want her to have to deal with the reality of her 
attempted suicide when she awoke. I took our soiled 
clothes to the shared laundry room down the hall, 
and returned wearing only my boxers. Now all that 
was left to clean was Susan herself. I slowly 
unhooked her bra, releasing her 36 D breasts. I 
positioned her spread eagled on the floor.  

Then I took a warm washcloth and soaped it. I 
gently held her right breast and washed the small 
chunks of dried vomit from her. I lathered, rinsed 
and repeated. Her left breast was clean, but I 
washed it anyway.  I cleaned her flat tight tummy 
and finally reached the waistband of her lace 
panties. I decided that the only way to make sure 
she was completely clean was to take them off and 
have a look for myself. As I peeled them down to 
her thighs I was very happy that I could save her 
from such a disgusting chore. 

This was the woman that I loved and I would do 
anything for her. I gently lathered and rinsed her 
pubic area.  Finally my Susan was beautiful again. 
I glanced down at her, spread naked and submissive 
before me, and like any real man would I got hard 
and decided to do something about it. I straddled 
Susan and began licking and sucking on her bouncy 
tits. I was amazed at how quickly her nipples 
elongated and became hard. 

To this day I believe that a part of her 
subconscious knew that it was me nibbling and 
slurping all over her breasts, and that she wanted, 
no NEEDED me to do this for her. I slowly worked my 
way down Susan's stomach planting little baby 
kisses as I went. I paused for a moment to suck the 
stub of her outie belly button.  As I gently licked 
and sucked her there her whole stomach began 
quivering. She was begging me to fuck her. 

It was subtle yes, but her accelerated breathing, 
her responsiveness to my touch were clear 
indicators that I should proceed. I gently peeled 
her panties the rest of the way off her and saw my 
lover's naked body for the first time. As I spread 
her legs apart a whiff of her hot wet sex reached 
me and I knew that I had to have a taste of her 
pussy juice. I nestled my face deep in her crotch 
and began to lovingly lick her outer lips. I pried 
her apart and found her clit bump. I massaged her 
until it came all the way out and then I started 
sucking on it. 

Susan moaned softly in her sleep and a fine sheen 
of sweet, sexy, sweat glistened on her soft, skin 
and added a slightly salty flavor to her honey 
cream cunt; as I licked and lapped at my lover. 
Suddenly her legs clamped down on me and Susan 
dripped, dribbled, and drooled her pleasure and 
satisfaction all over my face.  Now I know some of 
you are thinking, "But what about you, surely you 
are going to fuck her now?" Well you are wrong. 

Even though I was extremely hard and horny, I 
decided not to fuck her into submission. I guess I 
am a romantic at heart. I wanted our first time to 
be a special day that we could both look back on 
with fondness. Even though I was well within my 
rights to fuck her after giving her so much 
happiness, I chose to wait until she was more 
awake. Besides Susan had a tough day and needed her 
rest. I loved her and we had the rest of our lives 
ahead of us. 

I did need some relief though. I took my cock out 
and began rubbing it against her clit, pressing it 
up and down her warm slit. Her pussy seemed to open 
up for me, almost inviting me in. Her juices 
smelled so good. I swear she knew what was about to 
happen. I wanted to ram her so bad-but I did not. 
She was wet and ready for me. The head of my dick 
slipped inside her just a little bit and I felt 
myself start to cum. All it would take is a thrust 
forward, one little thrust and I would claim her as 
my own. Her breasts were heaving with lust and 
desire for me. I quickly pulled out and straddled 
her pretty chest. 

My cock was pulsing and dripping cum cream as I 
pressed it between her fat tits. I fucked her warm 
flesh until I began spurting, I squeezed my hot dog 
tight between her breast buns and was content. I 
was still leaking cum when I sat on her face. My 
dick was resting on  her nostril as one final drop 
of cream went up her nose.  I don't know if I can 
convey the feeling of power that washed over me. 
She. Was. MINE! Her tits, her cunt. Her sweet round 
ass-she was my property. 

I did not have to fuck her that night.  We both 
knew the truth. Our lives began right then. I 
picked my woman up in a fireman's carry, and we 
went to bed.


"John, John wake up. Wake the fuck up now!"

I slowly opened my eyes to a strange room. Susan's 
room. My arms were wrapped protectively around her 
warm body and her soft ass was pressed tight into 
my morning hard on.

"Morning Susan how are you feeling today?" I asked 
sleepily.

"Why am I naked, how did I get here and why the 
fuck are you in my bed?" she demanded.

Hmmm I was afraid of this. Even though Susan 
subconsciously knew she loved me, she was not ready 
to admit to our new relationship. She was not 
mature enough to take responsibility for our 
actions last night. I would have to be the adult 
and give her an explanation she could live with 
until she accepted the truth.

"Susan I don't know how much you remember from last 
night but I really don't appreciate your tone. You 
woke me up at 2 AM babbling and incoherent and 
asked me to rush over. You are naked because you 
got drunk off your ass and took about six different 
kinds of pills in an attempt to kill yourself. You 
then threw up all over your bathroom, all over your 
clothes and all over me.  I spent an hour and a 
half holding you and calming you down. 

"Next I washed the floor, our clothes and you. I 
was not able to get clothes on your drunken 
unconscious body; and as I had spent the last hour 
seeing you nude and cleaning your puke, I figured 
it really was too late for modesty anyway. I put 
you to bed, you asked me to stay with you. Besides 
being completely exhausted I was concerned that you 
might throw up again and choke on your vomit so I 
got into bed with you. You will however notice even 
though you are naked I have my boxers on. Look 
Susan I am your friend. Just because Ron is an 
asshole, don't assume that I am one too."

Slowly Susan began recalling the events of the 
previous night. She was ashamed, and embarrassed by 
her actions.

"John I'm so sorry how can you forgive me. I can't 
believe that I was so stupid. I remember getting 
sick and being scared I might die. I know I called 
you and that you held me while I cried. I trust you 
completely you are my best friend. I was just so 
surprised to wake up naked in your arms, with your 
penis pressed into me... I didn't know what to 
think. I should not have accused you though. Please 
forgive me," she begged.

I pulled her close to me and gave her a tight 
squeeze. I started getting hard again just 
imagining that perfect naked body under the sheets 
next to me. God how I loved the feel of her soft 
warm flesh snuggled tight against me, her breasts 
pressed hard against my chest. I stroked her hair 
as my cock bumped against her lower stomach. We 
were going to be so happy together. I wanted to do 
it then, to roll over on her and fuck her, to claim 
her as my own. But I knew the timing wasn't quite 
right.  She was still getting over Ron, and would 
need a friend.

"I love you, you are my only real friend of course 
I forgive you, and I will always be there when you 
call, even if it is 2 o clock in the frickin' 
morning," I laughed. "Now how's about I get out of 
here and make breakfast before taking off."

I knew I would have to wait, but I did not mind 
waiting for Susan to realize we were in love. Yep 
things were looking up for a change.

The next two months were incredibly frustrating for 
me. Susan got over Ron in record time, she was back 
to her wonderful old self. We spent even more time 
together than we used to. Which at first was great, 
but I began to become concerned about Susan's 
inability to examine her true feelings for me. She 
still pretended we were just friends, good friends, 
best friends even; but just friends nonetheless. It 
could not be healthy to live in such a state of 
denial. Her body was reacting to me even if she 
could not admit it. She began touching me, laying 
her hand on my chest or arm when we talked. She 
would often hug me or kiss my cheek when I came 
over. Once or twice she even sat in my lap while we 
watched TV. Oh she pretended it was nothing, but I 
knew.

And I was worried.

Susan had already demonstrated that she was capable 
of irrational dangerous behavior when confronted 
with stress or shock. I needed to find a way to 
make Susan accept that she was in love with me. 

Then it happened.

"Hey John, I can't make it to the arcade Saturday 
for your tournament.  Billy that cute guy from 
accounting finally asked me out, god it has been so 
long, and he is so hot I can't wait," she giggled 
girlishly.

I have to admit it kind of pissed me off that she 
could disrespect my feelings so callously, so 
casually. I was not her fucking girlfriend. I was 
the man who loved her. I deserved to be treated 
better than this. I felt like smacking her into 
submission, like giving her something to giggle 
about.

Then I calmed down, as I realized what was really 
happening.

Susan was testing my love. She needed to know that 
I would do anything to have her, that she was the 
most important thing, the most precious thing to 
me. After Ron's betrayal she could not help 
herself. It is critical that you know your 
partner's quirks and personality shortcomings. I 
loved her all the more for her silly, manipulative 
ways.

How sad, how very sad. I could not allow the woman 
I love to throw herself at some loser like a dirty 
little whore/slut just to test my love, my loyalty. 
I had to stop this before Susan got hurt and 
regretted it. There was really only one thing I 
could do. 

I would have to rape some sense into Susan. By the 
time I got through she would not want to go out 
with Billy or anyone else. I would destroy her and 
then slowly, tenderly-lovingly, I would help her 
rebuild, her life with me as her center. I had two 
days to plan before her disastrous date with Billy 
boy. 

I want to make one thing perfectly clear. I do not 
advocate rape as a means of getting the girl you 
want. It is important that you exhaust all other 
alternatives first. I had a unique situation. I 
truly believed that Susan might endanger herself if 
she had another bad relationship. I knew in my 
heart that I was the only man who could bring her 
true happiness. I felt an obligation to do whatever 
it took to make the woman I loved happy, no matter 
how distasteful it would be to me. I certainly 
would not enjoy the sight of her stripped naked, 
spread and helpless, her tender cunt waiting to be 
rammed by my 8-inch fuck rod. 

I would take no pleasure in the sound of my Susan 
begging, pleading for mercy, the noise of her 
gagging and choking on my dick. The smell of fear, 
sweat, pussy juice and sperm would bring me no 
delight but I could see that there was no other 
choice. This rape would cause me as much pain or 
more than it would her. I would probably have 
nightmares for days after and let's face it if 
discovered I could go lose my job, my reputation, 
and even go to jail. I'd have to be crazy to go 
through with it; except for one thing. I loved her. 
I would not shirk my duties as her best friend and 
lover. Susan needed me, and she was going to get 
me.

I had never planned a rape before, but I must say 
it sure helps if you have a key to the apartment 
and know the schedule of the woman you are raping. 
In retrospect it was pretty easy. I dressed in all 
black, added a black ski mask and gloves, and 4 
inch lifts to my shoes. I washed my hair with 
Strawberry & Apple Blossom conditioner, and put on 
half a bottle of a strong cologne to disguise my 
scent. I drove to Susan's apartment at 2 in the 
morning and let myself in. 

As I entered her bedroom I pulled a large knife out 
of my rape kit. Susan looked so cute, so peaceful 
laying there wrapped in her sheet and comforter. I 
slowly pulled them off and was treated to marvelous 
sight, my innocent little girl slept in the nude! 
It was so frustrating, I wanted to make love to her 
so bad but I could not be her gentle lover tonight. 
No Susan's inability to admit to our love was 
forcing me to be a Rapist, to risk everything. I 
felt my anger begin to build. How could she be so 
selfish?  It was time to teach my pretty little 
slut a lesson. I turned the light on.

"Wake up Bitch!" I growled in the harsh, gravelly, 
snarl I had practiced.

"Hmm wha, whas going on?" she mumbled as she slowly 
became aware of her situation.

"You sure are one tasty looking piece of pussy 
meat, I am going to enjoy you very much. If you 
want to live you will do everything I say. You may 
speak but if you scream even once you die, 
understand cunt?" I demanded.

Susan was fully awake now. She looked at the 6' 6" 
monster dressed all in black, and even though she 
could not see my face beneath the ski mask, she 
knew there was no mercy written on it, there would 
be no talking her way out of it. Her eyes focused 
on the 12-inch razor sharp knife that I was holding 
and the light slowly faded from her eyes, a dull 
resignation settled on her face. There was no 
escape.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want... 
just don't kill me..." she begged.

"That's a very healthy attitude little whore. Now 
would you like to suck on my cock?"

"Um yes sir," she said in a small voice.

"Then I guess you better ask for it like a nice 
little girl."

Susan looked as if she was going to cry. My proud 
little angel did not want to suck her Rapist's cock 
at all; never mind begging for the privilege. But 
she was scared, scared enough to obey.

"May I please have your cock sir I'll do a good job 
on it."

"Are you a dirty cum sucker? Do you want a drink of 
my spunk bitch, Well then meow like a pussy for it. 
I want you to sing the meow mix song for the 
privilege of sucking on me."

Susan did cry then at the humiliation, she seemed 
shocked at the unnecessary cruelty. Then she began 
to sing, slowly hesitantly at first but she did it.

"Me...oww meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow 
meow meow...."

I pulled my half hard dick out and walked over to 
the bed. I motioned for her to kneel. I held the 
back of her head and began rubbing my cock in her 
hair, against her nose, and back and forth across 
her eyes before I slipped it in her unwilling 
mouth.

"Suck that cock you dirty little bitch, suck it 
good. "

Susan started slowly licking and sucking the tip of 
my dick. Every once in a while I took it out and 
slapped her in the face with it. Then I made her 
work to recapture it, keeping it just out of range, 
before letting her suck it in again. Her mouth was 
so warm and wet that I was soon completely erect. I 
established a rhythm inside of her, gradually going 
deeper and harder. She tried to keep up but could 
not. She began to whimper as she tried to catch her 
breath. When I forced myself into her throat she 
started choking and gagging, her arms flailed about 
I knew I was about to come at the sight of her 
pain. I did not want to come just yet so I stopped.

"All right bitch since you obviously do not know 
how to please me with your mouth I'll show you how 
it's done. Get on the bed and lie on your stomach."

I reached in my kit and pulled out same masking 
tape for her eyes and wrapped it around several 
times.

"If you see my face I'll have to kill you, this is 
for your protection," I snarled.

When I was sure she could not see I pulled the ski 
mask off. There was Susan's juicy little ass 
sticking on the bed before me. I had to have a 
taste. I quickly removed my clothes and got on the 
bed with her. I grabbed an ass cheek in both hands 
and began roughly mashing and rolling it around, 
she was a perfect fit. I bent down to her crack and 
slowly stuck my tongue deep in her asshole. I 
wormed and wiggled my way deep inside Susan, as she 
writhed and gyrated on the bed. It was clear to me 
that she enjoyed the wetness of it, the warmth of 
it.

"Does that feel good slut, do you want me to lick 
and suck your tiny little pussy too? Well I'm not. 
It's time for you to make a decision, do you want 
me to ram your tight wet ass, or your hot, steaming 
cunt?"

Susan was confused by the question, was I still 
playing the game of forcing her to answer like a 
slut? Was I really giving her a choice?

"It does feel good, I admit it, but please stop now 
before it goes any further. I promise I won't press 
charges if you leave now. Please don't do this 
don't make me choose," she whimpered prettily.

"OK you win I'll choose for you. I choose BOTH!"

I quickly spread her ass apart and stuffed my cock 
in. It was a tight fit and Susan had to bury her 
face in the bed to avoid crying out. I wrapped my 
hands around her breasts and played wither her 
sweet, heavy tits. I pounded into Susan as hard and 
as deep as I possibly could. It was wild, the whole 
time I was licking and nibbling on her back, 
pinching and pulling her breasts, and fucking and 
slamming the living shit out of her plump, little 
ass. I knew I could not last much longer, and I 
wanted to fuck Susan's cunt, I had waited long 
enough for her to admit that she was mine. It was 
time. I pulled out of her ass with a sticky little 
plop, and rolled her over on her back. As we talked 
I licked and suckled at her breast.

"Ok you little cock-slut. I am almost through with 
you. Did you enjoy yourself, do you want me to go 
or should I stay longer?"

Susan knew what I wanted her to say, what she had 
to say to keep her Rapist calm.

"No please don't go, stay with me longer."

"Are you saying that you want me to fuck you, that 
you are eager to spread your legs wide and offer 
yourself, for a vicious fucking, you WANT this?" I 
said in a tone of disbelief, while pointing to my 
fat cock-meat.

Make no mistake, Susan did not want to surrender 
her pussy to me. She knew I would not be gentle. 
She was breathing heavily and sweating visibly. She 
was just too scared to say no.

"Please fuck me, my pussy is yours I am just a 
little slut, you know what is best for me. I only 
want to please you. Do whatever you want to me, 
only please don't hurt me," she babbled in fear and 
resignation.

"Sit up slut. I want to taste your mouth. Suck on 
my tongue...oh that's it, so sweet, so fucking 
good. Now, feed me your tits, damn your nipples are 
so hard. You love this don't you. What a fucking 
cum/slut. Ok then, if you need me that bad, I'm 
ready. I won't make you wait any longer I can see 
you are getting impatient. Open your legs, and put 
my dick inside you. You realize I am going to make 
you pregnant, and I will probably give you herpes 
as well. But if you need my filthy, big dick so 
badly slut who am I to stop you, go ahead whore put 
it in."

Slowly she wrapped her legs around me, her whole 
body shaking, and gently  guided me to the entrance 
of her moist pussy. I mashed my dick against her 
clit and all around her lower lips. I teased her 
until I could smell her, until I could see her 
juices slickened my dick. Then I allowed her to 
guide me inside. My thick dick was barely half in 
and Susan was showing signs of discomfort. Her tiny 
hands were trembling and she looked like she was 
about to cry from shame, from pain.

"Please, be gentle, oww! Slower you are too big," 
Susan said and started to cry. I knew this would be 
the only time I could fuck Susan anyway I wanted 
to. After tonight we would not be fucking, we would 
be making love. Frankly I am a man and I just could 
not pass up the chance to fuck her hard and fast 
and brutal, until she begged for mercy.

Her cries only made me want to hurt her more, to 
pound her even harder, to rip her. I am not proud 
of it but a part of me wanted to see her blood 
dripping down her thighs mixed with my cum and her 
fuck fluid. A part of me was laughing each time I 
thrust harder and deeper, as I felt her body 
tremble and shake and twist, as she recoiled from 
my touch in fear and revulsion I felt strong and 
powerful and in complete control.

"Tell me that you love me, and hug me tight."

"I ...lu uh oww ve you uhh," Susan said as I ripped 
her pussy apart, and she held me close to her 
heart.

"Beg me to fuck your ass again."

Susan could not believe it, she thought it was 
almost over. She had been keeping her sanity by 
waiting for me to cum, get off her and leave.

"No god no, please I can't take any more. What did 
I ever do to you, please just stop and let me go. 
I'd... I'd rather die than let you do this anymore, 
you'll have to kill me," Susan sobbed 
uncontrollably.  She looked so silly lying there 
naked, my dick pistoning in and out, her tits 
shaking in time to my fucks, and tape covering her 
eyes. She actually thought she had a say in what 
was going to happen here. I loved her but sometimes 
she could be a little slow to catch on. I quickly 
grabbed some more tape and covered her mouth. Then 
I pulled out of her cunt and flipped her over on 
her stomach again.

"You don't tell me what to do bitch, I own this 
ass," I said as I peeled her cheeks apart again, I 
lifted myself off the bed and power fucked my cock 
deep into her ass for 7 strokes.

Susan struggled wildly in her attempts to buck me 
off, her muffled screams were delightful to hear 
and made me more excited. Her ass muscles were 
clamping down on me so hard it actually hurt. I 
pulled out and my dick was a slimy brown color.

"You dirty whore, you made a mess on my cock. Oh 
well I guess you'll just have to clean it up."

I quickly ripped the tape off that was covering her 
mouth and shoved my dick deep into her throat. 
Susan's tongue and saliva gently cleaned me.  I 
fucked her mouth 4 or 5 times and then I started to 
come. Susan was choking on my cock and cum, her 
arms were clawing at my shirt. I was lost in my 
orgasm and was at peace. I did not notice anything 
until I realized she was not moving. I pulled out 
then. For a few moments I could not find a pulse, 
or see her chest move. I thought she was dead.  
Finally I saw her breathe. thank God!

It was time to go. 

I laid Susan on the floor and wrapped tape around 
her mouth, arms, and legs, so she could not quickly 
escape or get help. I then got dressed, cleaned the 
room, and took the bed sheets to the washing 
machine. I took a squeeze bottle full of soap, 
alcohol, and water out of my rape kit and inserted 
it in Susan's pussy. I watched as the solution 
washed away all DNA evidence. I gently kissed 
Susan's forehead, fondled her tits for a moment and 
went home to wait for her call.

Around 6am the phone rang.

"John could you come over right away something 
really bad happened to me last night, I, I, was 
ruh- raped. Please come John I am scared to be 
alone," Susan said in a small-deflated voice.

"Oh my god Susan are you alright? I am so sorry 
this happened to you baby. I'll be right there. 
Just hold on."

When I got there she was wearing a large robe and 
her hair was still wet from the hour-long shower 
she had taken. I took her in my arms and we had a 
good cry together. We talked it over and I held her 
as she told me all of the disgusting things that 
had been done to her as if she were talking about 
someone else. I just kept stroking her hair and 
squeezing her tight through the bad parts. After 
discussing the pros and cons she decided not to get 
the police and the press involved. She just wanted 
to put this all behind her. I told her how proud I 
was of her, how much I admired her decision.  We 
were both very concerned that this asshole had 
gotten into her apartment so easily. I was worried 
that he might be the kind of sick pervert who would 
fixate on her and keep coming back.

"John what am I going to do, my god you're right 
what if he comes back."

"Well you could move in with family or a girlfriend 
for a while...or well you know you can stay with 
me."

"John I don't have any girlfriends close enough to 
stay with, and my parents are going through a messy 
divorce. If I move back there I loose my job and am 
stuck in a miserable situation. So... if you are 
serious I'd really be grateful if I could stay with 
you for a while. I'd sure feel safer."

"You can stay with me as long as you like, but 
Susan there is something we have to talk about 
first. I only have one bedroom which I don't mind 
sharing. I know the timing is lousy, but well I 
have to be honest with you if you are going to stay 
with me. Susan I love you. I love you so much it 
hurts. I have tried to be just friends, and I would 
never pressure you or rush you. It's just that if 
we are living together, and sharing a bed I don't 
want to lie to you. I won't be able to hide it. I 
love you and I want to make a life with you. I want 
to take care of you and protect you for the rest of 
my life. I can wait until you are ready but I had 
to tell you. Do you still want to live with me?" I 
asked in a shaky voice.

"John I had no idea you felt this way. I don't 
deserve you. You are always here for me. The things 
he made me do I... am not the woman you think I am. 
I feel so cheap and slutty. John I... I came when 
he was licking my ass, my Rapist made me cum. I am 
not clean anymore. I don't think I will ever be 
clean enough again. But if you let me I'd like to 
stay with you. I'll try to let you love me, and to 
let myself love you if I can. That's the best I can 
do for now."

"That is good enough for me, for now. We have the 
rest of our lives to forget about last night. I 
promise to make you happy if you'll just give me a 
chance."

Well that's our story. It was not easy coaxing 
Susan out of her shell.  It took a long time before 
she was capable of loving herself enough to love 
me. The first night we made love was slow and 
tender and gentle, as was the second and third 
nights. The fourth time she asked me to do 
everything the Rapist had done to her, to give her 
back control of her sex. I was of course very 
reluctant to hurt her, but she insisted and as 
always I could not say no to her. Hearing the meow 
mix song again was very special to me.  

She thanked me when we were through, kissed me 
softly and told me she loved me for the first time. 
A month later I proposed, and she accepted. We have 
been married now for a year and a half. Susan told 
me today that we are two months pregnant. So I ask 
you did I really do anything wrong by raping Susan? 
Did I cause her any lasting pain? The happiness 
that I have given far outweighs one night of 
discomfort, doesn't it? 

We are young, married and in love, with a baby on 
the way. All because I did not give up on the woman 
I love. Rape has been very good to me. I am living 
proof that if you love someone, you should never 
give up. I hope to have a little girl that I can 
love as much as I love her mother. We'll see...

AFTERWORD

I was looking through a list of the story codes the 
other day and decided to try and merge two that 
have no business going together.  Usually I can be 
something of a moron, but this time I decided to be 
an oxymoron, by combining romance and rape. 
Sometimes it is fun to blur the lines between right 
and wrong, good and evil. But I do know the 
difference. Rape is good and love is evil... um 
wait a minute that is not right, love is good rape 
is right, I mean correct, oh shit I really had it 
straight a minute ago. 

What I am trying to say is this is just a fucking 
story, so it is not all that important that I 
understand subtle concepts like good and evil. As 
long as I can tell the difference between fantasy 
and reality, I can have fun in my sick, perverted 
little world, and even invite all of you over for a 
visit. The minute I cross the line and try any of 
this shit in the real world please, please put a 
bullet in me, and bury me in my best blue suit.

Monica for president! Damn she looks hot lately 
(and juicy, and wet, and oh so tasty. Mmmm..)
There, now I can rest easy.
Jaz 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The
author does not condone the described behavior in
real life in anyway 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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