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Do You Remember The First Time?
by Ashtree (address withheld)
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Jenny, a lesbian rapist, remembers her first victim.
(FF, nc, rp, bd)
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Author note: The following is a work of
fiction/fantasy. It is not intended to condone or
encourage forced sex acts between women. All characters
and events are fictitious
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I can still remember the first time I raped another
woman, it was a few years ago but the sexual thrill it
gave me is still as vivid now as it was then. You
notice I said "the first time" the thrill I got I’ve
never been able to recapture with normal sex, so since
then I’ve raped other women on numerous occasions. What
surprised me then but doesn’t so much now is how easy
it is to get away with. It’s certainly easier than if I
was a male raping women.
You see what I know now that I didn’t know that first
time, was that the shock and humiliation of being raped
by another woman is usually enough to keep them quiet
about their ordeal, I don’t hold with this crap about
rape victims enjoying it, I’d hate to think anyone but
myself gets any pleasure out of the whole thing. So I
can only assume it’s the shame of the whole situation
which keeps their mouths shut.
Being a lesbian I don’t really need to force my women
into submission; a lot of them I pick up in gay bars
anyway, so from a sex point of view I was usually going
to get them naked anyway. But ordinary sex with women
bores me, there is no drug in the world which could
give me the high I get out of wrestling some poor girl
to the ground, stripping her naked and violating her
captive body – I could crack a feeble joke and say it’s
better than sex, but I won’t
But the other things that always stick in my mind about
my first one was how strange it was; firstly I was only
just 16 and the other woman was twice my age, secondly
although I’d known for some time before then that I was
a lesbian I’d never had any sexual experiences with
anyone, let alone another woman, thirdly although I’d
planned the actual rape for a few weeks I was probably
as scared as she was while it was going on.
I guess I’ll have to set the scene a bit. I was about
14 when I began to suspect I might be a lesbian; I
didn’t fancy boys as much as I fancied the women around
me in school or in the small town I lived in, I had a
long term crush on the woman, Angela, who lived over
the road from us, she was about twice my age but every
time I saw her I’d get little butterflies in my
stomach. As I got older I began to play with myself
while fantasizing about being in bed with her.
By the time I was approaching 16 I knew I was a
lesbian, but in the small town I grew up in it would
have been virtually suicidal to come out, and being a
very solitary girl I didn’t have a friend in whom I
could confide anything like that, so at weekends I
started going to the city about 40 mile from town and
buying books about lesbians, but although they
confirmed that they were out there they didn’t do much
to satisfy my curiosity about what lesbians actually
did. So shortly before my 16th birthday I decided I
would visit one of the sex shops in the city and see
what magazines about lesbians there were.
I guess it’s fortunate that I’ve always looked older
than I am, so armed with a bit of fake I.D. proclaiming
I was 18 I entered my first sex shop. I have to admit
it was a bit disappointing, just a few magazines
amongst a pile of very non-pornographic stuff. The few
male customers when I entered quickly left, which made
my job a bit easier. Ignoring the malevolent glance of
the assistant I walked over to the small section marked
"Lesbian", but before I got there something else caught
my eye; it was a magazine cover showing a woman lying
on a bed with her hands tied behind her while another
girl was biting her tits, none too gently either.
I immediately felt a tingle between my legs – this
struck a cord with me, and I knew immediately that I
wanted to be the girl doing the biting. To my delight
there were quite a few of these types of magazines so I
grabbed 3 at random, and hurriedly paid the assistant
(who probably made more from me than he would have done
from the men I frightened off.)
I couldn’t wait to read this stuff, so I went in a
nearby pub, ordered a coke then went to the loo and
locked myself in the cubicle and rapidly opened the 3
magazines. They were all brilliant; all featuring very
beautiful girls capturing, binding up and generally
abusing other equally beautiful girls.
I could almost feel the jigsaw pieces in my head
slotting into place, very dark thoughts were swimming
round my brain and my hand slipped between my legs in
response to the delightful sensations there. I got so
excited that I had to frig myself off there in a
cubicle of a back street pub in a dodgy part of the
city.
I spent the next 6 months constantly re-reading the
stories and imagining myself in the dominant role, I no
longer fantasized about just being I bed with the
Angela; now I wanted her tied and helpless and unable
to stop me doing whatever I wanted. Gradually, what had
started out as a nice fantasy to help me get to sleep
became a very dominant thought; I really wanted to do
this. At some point over those six months the fantasy
crystallised into a definite plan.
I knew I would have no trouble getting into her house,
I had made a faltering attempt at making a pass at her
once (well, I’d gone over to see her on some flimsy
pretext and hope she’d make a pass at me), and still
popped in every now and again, I also knew that even
though she was twice my age I was physically a match
for here. I was always good at sports such as Judo at
school.
All I had to do was make sure she’d be on her own for a
couple of hours and that there was something in the
house to tie her up with. The first thing was easy I
just had to spend a few days observing her house to
know that her husband went out to work at about 8.30
every day and didn’t return until about 6 – perfect. I
was also extremely pleased to see her routine never
varied either’ go shopping at 9 a.m. back at 10.30 and
never went out for the rest of the day
I solved the 2nd problem by pretending to want to
borrow her hair dryer as mine was broken, as I’d hope
she took me up to the bedroom to get hers and a quick
glance round produced a couple of dressing gowns with
long silken sashes. I imagine she thought the broad
grin on my face as for the hair-dryer, stupid cow I
thought.
During the summer holidays I finally decided to go
through with my plan, I was alone in the house, both my
parents being at work and I was getting increasingly
horny at the thought of having the gorgeous Angela
naked, bound and gagged in front of me. I knew I had
the physical strength to rape her, what I had to build
up was the mental strength as well. One Wednesday I
just woke up and decided to do it.
I spent 90 minutes from 9 a.m. when she left to go
shopping, until 10.30 when she returned, in an agony of
uncertainty. What if she was out for the day? Would I
still feel able to do it tomorrow? The relief I felt
when she got out of her car can well be imagined. I
gave her a few minutes to sort herself out then took a
couple of deep breaths and went over to her house.
At first I’d intended to attack her as soon as she
opened the door but something inside failed me, and I
meekly asked if I could have a cup of coffee. Smiling
she agreed and led me into the kitchen where she was
washing up, watching her cute bum in her tight jeans
soon restored my resolve and I knew I’d have her soon.
As she made me the coffee I made an excuse to use the
toilet which I knew to be upstairs near her bedroom, I
tiptoed into her room and quickly slipped the dressing-
gown cords off and fashioned them into slip-knots
(Silently thanking my parents for making me join the
Girl Guides).
I slid one under a pillow and slipped the other into my
pocket. After flushing the toilet I rejoined the
unsuspecting Angela in the kitchen, she was still
washing-up so I sat down to drink my coffee and try to
focus m mind on the general chitchat she was offering.
It was no use my mind was fixed on her body; while her
conversation washed over me I felt a sudden detachment
as I stood up quietly, felt in my pocket for the cord
and prowled towards her.
I pinned her against the sink and grabbed her arms and
pulled them behind her, she was too surprised at this
point to even struggle or cry out as I held her wrists
tightly and slipped them into the cord and pulled it
tight. Now she began to struggle, but I pressed her
harder against the sink easily subduing her feeble
efforts.
"Jenny, what are you doing? Let me go at..." This was
all she got out before I cupped my hand over her mouth.
"Shut-up bitch, I’ve got you now and I’m going to rape
you" With my free hand I picked up a carving knife from
the draining board and held it against her throat to
reinforce my power "And you aren’t going to stop me,
are you?" She shook her head in agreement, her eyes
wide with terror at the sudden turn of events. At least
there was one of us who thought I might use the weapon.
I moved my hand from her mouth and grabbed a handful of
her golden hair causing her to cry out in pain, I could
already feel my pussy tingling so wanted to get onto
the real action straight away. I pulled her away from
the sink and, with the knife still at her throat,
started to guide her through the house, at the bottom
of the stairs I let the knife drop and pushed her
upwards.
As her gorgeous bum waved in front of me I couldn’t
help myself from suddenly pushing her onto her face on
the stairs, sliding my hands round to unfasten her
jeans and, as soon as they became loose pushing my
right hand inside them to feel her bum-cheeks, her
knickers felt silky and flimsy and then I pressed my
crotch against her bum as I came. I nuzzled my mouth
against her ear and muttered, "Christ I’ve wanted to do
this for so long, Angela, and we’ve got all day."
I pulled myself up from her, and then slid one hand
under her waist and grabbed her hair with the other and
dragged her to her feet, I just wanted to get her into
the bedroom and stripped off now, she was sobbing as I
pushed her up the rest of the stairs, leaving the knife
behind me – it had done it’s job.
We crashed through the door into her bedroom and I let
our momentum carry us over to the bed and I made sure
she fell on it with me on top. I held her very tightly
and buried my face in her long, blonde hair.
"Jenny, please let me go." She wailed. This display of
helplessness merely served to fire me up more.
"Shut it, you bitch, do you really think that now I’ve
got you here I’m going to just let you go?" I told her
sharply, "I’m going to enjoy every minute of this."
Then I started to undress her, I took off her shoes and
slid her jeans down and off, then I ran my hands over
her flimsy knickers before giving them a quick and
savage tug, which to my immense satisfaction ripped
them clean off. As I caught my first glimpse of her
pussy my own started to ooze again, but before I could
spend too long gazing at it Angela started to try and
get up.
"You’re going nowhere, you slut." I shouted at her and
threw myself across her, pinning her down while I
rummaged under her pillows for the bind I’d hidden
there earlier. I showed her what I’d found and mocked
her in a sarcastic tone. "Oh, Angela, look what I’ve
found. I do believe you were expecting me."
The look of shock, astonishment and dawning realization
that I’d planned this was written large across her
face, but I had no time to dwell on it as held her
ankles together and bound them tightly with the cord. I
could have just left her wrists bound as they were, but
I wanted her totally naked so I took a bit of a gamble
and rapidly untied her wrists and started to pull her
t-shirt up and over her head.
I was lucky that she seemed to be in some sort of state
of shock for she made no real resistance, which was
probably just as well, and didn’t seem to object when I
unhooked her bra and let it fall from her. Then I
pinned her wrists together again behind her and secured
them with the cord. Now she was mine, now I could
savour her.
As she lay trussed up on the bed, I stood in front of
her and started to undress, chiding her all the while.
"Christ, you’re stupid Angela, you could have made it
really difficult for me then, but you just blew your
last chance of escaping what’s coming to you."
Whilst I was saying this I was getting down to jut my
knickers, which were already quite damp. I knew
immediately where they were going to go. I drew them
off me and climbed onto the bed next to poor Angela
holding them very visibly.
"Open wide, Angie, I’ve got a treat for you." Instead
of her mouth opening wide her eyes did instead, but it
only too a second to force her jaws apart and stuff my
wet panties in.
"No, no Jenny, no no nnnggghhff!"
The sight of her lying naked on the bed, ankles bound
and her wrists pinned behind her back, tear stained
eyes looking up at me and only a few muffled sobs
coming from behind the gag which was made from my own
wet panties almost made me come on the spot – the
feeling of power created a sexual surge which, to be
honest hasn’t really abated to this day. All my plans
of taking my time and enjoying her at my leisure went
straight out of the window. I pushed her flat on her
back by her shoulders and covered her face in kisses,
her tears tasting like sweet salt. My breath was coming
in shallow gasps now as my excitement mounted.
She tried to turn her face away as I brushed her lips
with mine so I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave
it a painful twist which produced a satisfying squeal
from behind her gag. "Hold still, Angie. This is just
getting good," I grunted as I kissed down her neck and
shoulders towards her breasts.
For the first time in my life I was kissing another
woman breasts, and there was nothing she could do to
stop me. I kissed and licked each one with a frenzy,
squeezing the nipples between my teeth, relishing the
reaction I could produce in my captive as I bit harder.
I dropped one of my hands between my legs to relieve
the delicious throbbing there and fingered myself
towards an orgasm. As the climax overwhelmed me I bit
down hard on Angie's breasts causing her whole body to
buck. I wrapped my legs around hers partly to pin her
down but also to rub my pussy against her thigh as I
came.
The only two sounds in the room were my panting and her
sobbing.
"Jesus, Angie, that was incredible." I gasped. For a
minute I lay on top of her feeling her squirming
underneath me. "Oooh yeah, I like that." I teased her
as her thigh slid against my pussy. Then I remembered
another thing from my magazines – spanking.
"Hey, Angie, ever been spanked?" The frenzied shaking
of her head told me this would be fun, so I forced her
up until we were both sitting side by side on the side
of the bed; I put my arm round her shoulders and kissed
her on her cheek, ignoring her attempt to pull away.
Despite her struggles I forced her down over my lap
quite easily.
"God, you’ve got a beautiful bum Angie," I told her,
quite truthfully as I lusted at her behind, I couldn’t
resist running my hands up her thighs and squeezing and
then viciously pinching her lovely buttocks, the effect
on my crotch as hers was forced against it was
tremendous.
"Well a spanking it must be then, since you have no
objections."
I spanked away for what seemed like ages; all the time
reveling in the way Angie’s bum jiggled thus way and
that in a vain attempt to avoid my hand. Eventually my
hand ached too much to carry on and I had to stop. I
ran my hand down her legs and then forced it between
them at her knees, then began to slide my hand up
towards her pussy.
"OK, bitch, you say you’ve never been spanked, ever had
a woman touch your pussy?" Her muffled protestations
became muffled shrieks as I forced first one then two
fingers into her dry pussy. The bitch wasn’t enjoying
this at all, I thought, what the hell, I certainly was.
I pulled my fingers out and pushed her onto the floor,
which she hit with a sickening thud. I sat astride her
back in an instant and pulled her head up by her hair.
"Don’t like it, huh? Will you like it more when you
have to lick my pussy? You’d better like it, you
whore."
Then I grabbed her round her waist and forced her back
onto the bed on her face so I could examine my
handiwork on her bum. Even though it glowed red it was
still lovely and I couldn’t resist kissing and licking
her thighs and buttocks, then biting them to produce
more of her delicious wriggles beneath me, I pushed my
thumb against her anus watching fascinated as it seemed
to wink at me.
That would be worth exploring in future. I slid a
finger inside her pussy again and moved it around until
I felt a definite wetness. "Oh Angie, if only you’d
told me you liked this I’d have raped you a lot
sooner," I laughed.
I could feel another orgasm coming on, so I rolled her
onto her front and forced her lips apart and pulled my
panties out, she gulped deeply a few times but not many
as I held her head steady by her hair and forced one of
my breasts into her mouth.
"Suck it, suck it," I gasped and pinched her inner
thigh to make sure she did. And she did. God, it was
heaven! Just like I’d always imagined her tongue would
be.
Pausing only to switch breasts I forced against her
compliant tongue, this was too much and I knew I had to
move on quickly. I swiftly moved up her body until my
thighs were astride her neck and my pussy was only
inches away from her mouth.
"Please, Jenny, no, no, don't make me," the tears
welled up in her eyes as I lowered my wet lips onto
hers.
"Lick that, baby," I grunted and twisted her nipple
hard. "Lick it, or else!"
She had no option, and I felt a tentative tongue probe
my wetness, an electric shock ran through me as a woman
licked my pussy for the first time and I guess it was
due to my inexperience that I came immediately, I
clenched my legs on her face and pushed it into my
pussy as I arched back.
It was intense and by the time I let Angela come up for
air she was almost suffocated. I slumped down across
her, my lust finally spent. My thoughts finally came
back to reality. What would happen when I let her go?
I’d just committed rape and she could very easily go
the law.
I decided to play the little girl card. I began to get
dressed, watching her with as cold a look as I could
muster. "Don’t think about telling anyone about this" I
warned her, "I’ll just say you seduced me into an S+M
thing that went too far. Face it, Angie, your twice my
age, who’d believe you?"
I loosened her bands enough for her to struggle out and
walked out of the room then my bravado left me and I
hurtled down the stairs and ran home.
I must confess I spent the next few days in a state of
absolute terror, expecting the Police round at any
time, but as the days went by a creeping realization
dawned on me that I’d got way with it. I knew then that
women would never admit to being raped by women, a
whole world of opportunities lay in front of me.
A week later I put this theory to the test by going
back over to Angela’s for coffee. I was right, she
didn’t say a word about my attack on her, but merely
chatted away about this and that before I tired of it
and dragged her upstairs to have my way with her again.
And that’s the way it was for the rest of the holidays.
I had sex on tap whenever I wanted and however I
wanted, sometimes rape, sometimes just dominance,
because I know now there is a difference.
Eventually I tired of the fact that Angela let me have
her, a dark desire was on fire within me, and I knew
that the only way I could get satisfaction was by
taking women on my terms not theirs.
As I said at the beginning Angela was my first but by
no means my last. The next time I might tell you about
what happened a year later when I bought my first
vibrator and paid a visit to the home of one of my
teachers. See you then.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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