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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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