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He Said He Loved Her
by Newman (ron2309@hotmail.com)

***

For all those that get titillation from rape stories 
here is a true story for you. (MF, nc, rp)

***

Read it carefully and then think as you glorify rape.


The Rape
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He had waited in the same spot at the same time every 
day for two weeks. He had heard them coming down the 
path, seen them arm in arm, her in school uniform, him 
in jeans and T shirt. Each day they had moved from the 
path into the woods. From his position he was hidden. 
He had watched through his binoculars. 

They had kissed passionately and then fondling each 
other had fallen to the ground. He had watched as she 
had taken him in the mouth, as he had moved his head 
between her thighs, as they had made love. Each and 
every day they had come but today was different. They 
were late.

Then he heard footsteps. He saw her turn the corner. 
She was alone. His mind went blank. He moved through 
the woods in parallel with her. He took out his pen-
knife opening its four inch blade. Still unseen he 
moved closer to her until she reached the junction. He 
knew they were alone. 

Silently he came up behind her and his arm snaked out, 
his hand covering her mouth. He pulled her towards him 
and moved the knife to her neck. She froze. She tried 
to scream but the knife dug into her throat and the 
hand became tighter over her mouth.

He led her into the woods, to a place she knew well. 
Here she had made love to her boyfriend. Many times. 

With the knife still at her throat his other hand moved 
down from her mouth to her breast. Now she realized 
that she was in danger and the fear took over. She 
started to cry. He gripped her breast, squeezing hard 
making her squeal in pain. Still the knife was at her 
throat.

He grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open. 
He pulled up her bra revealing her breasts and again 
grabbed one. He pinched her nipple, at first gently and 
then harder until the pain made her bite her lip. He 
forced her to her knees.

Walking around in front of her he held the knife an 
inch from her eye. He unzipped his fly and took out his 
member. He was hard. He moved it to her lips and then 
grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. Involuntarily 
her mouth opened and he forced his way in. She gagged 
as his tool hit the back of her throat and then he 
slapped her face hard. She sucked. His member was 
filthy, his smell horrific. He pumped in and out of her 
face.

He then pushed her onto her back and bending over her 
pulled her skirt down her legs. He threw it behind him 
and then grabbed the crutch of her pants. He pulled the 
material from her body and then using the knife cut 
through the gusset revealing her sparsely covered 
triangle.

He knelt and forced his way between her legs. His 
member reached her and touched against her womanhood. 
He forced his way inside her. He thrust at her harder 
and harder working deeper and deeper. The friction 
burnt him but he felt nothing. He plunged in and out, 
oblivious of everything but his release. In minutes he 
came. He was deep inside her as he sprayed his seed.

He pulled out and with his hand he wiped the fluid from 
his tool. He noticed blood mixed with his come. He 
cleaned his hand on what was left of her panties. She 
was crying more now, trying to move away from him. He 
grabbed her again and leant forward on top of her. He 
moved his mouth to her nipple and sucked. She was not 
responding so he bit her hard. 

She screamed in pain and he slapped her again. She 
tried to wriggle away from him which excited him more. 
He pulled her by the legs towards him and entered her 
again. It was easier this time as his fluids combined 
with her blood acted as a lubricant. He thrust in and 
out, violating her completely and then when he was 
close again he pulled out. He turned her over and 
mounted her from behind. 

He entered her again, ramming in and out, harder and 
harder. Then he pulled out of her and guided his tool 
to her anus. With one thrust he was inside her. Then he 
buggered her until he was completely satisfied.

On completion he cleaned himself off with her skirt. 
She was on the floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing. He 
left her like that knowing that she would be alright 
because he had told her he loved her.


The Aftermath, Her Story
------------------------

I lay there on the ground for ages until I was found. I 
heard the dog before I saw it. It sniffed at me and I 
realized that it must have been with someone. I called 
for help and an elderly couple appeared through the 
trees.

The next thing I remember was waking in hospital. My 
parents were there and a police woman. My mother held 
my hand and wept. My father stood across the room. At 
no time did he look at me. I could tell he was ashamed. 
I cried.

The CID arrived and arranged for a full examination. 
They had found my clothes but needed to prod and poke 
me, taking samples for their investigations. By the 
time the examination was complete I felt as if I had 
been raped again.

I was questioned incessantly. Did I know him? Had I met 
him for a date? What was I doing in the woods? On and 
on and on until I felt that I was the one at fault.

My boyfriend visited me once in hospital but we hardly 
spoke. He wouldn’t even hold my hand. We didn’t really 
speak again for a number of years.

When I finally returned to school some weeks later 
people were constantly whispering and sniggering behind 
my back.

They caught the guy two years later. He had committed 
ten rapes that were on file but the police said they 
thought he had done many more that had not been 
reported. 

The trial was an ordeal as I was forced to relive 
everything he had done to me. 

My self esteem crashed and for many years I became a 
slut, going with anyone and everyone, I suppose looking 
for the love that I had lost from my boyfriend and my 
father.


The Boyfriends Story
--------------------

We were deeply in love. Neither of us could keep our 
hands to ourselves. It was the kind of first time, 
innocent love that stays with you for ever and then it 
happened.

We normally walked home from school together. If it was 
fine we would stop in our little secret place for a 
kiss and a cuddle. That evening I had football practice 
so I couldn’t be with her.

The first I knew about it was when the police knocked 
on my door. They questioned me about where I had been, 
who I had been with, what witnesses did I have etc. 
Then they dropped the bombshell. She had been raped on 
her way home from school.

I didn’t know what to do. I sat at home like a lemon. I 
couldn’t do anything. I felt let down, disgusted that 
she had let him do that to her, angry that she had not 
fought him off.

I had always believed that there was no such thing as 
rape, as my friends and I used to joke, a woman with 
her skirt up can run faster than a man with his 
trousers down.

It took me two days before I could get up the courage 
to visit her in hospital. When I saw her there in bed, 
bruised and battered I didn’t know what to say. I 
couldn’t even hold her hand. I felt so useless.

We never really spoke again after that which is 
something that I am not proud of. I gave her no support 
when she needed it. I just could not cope with the 
situation. I am still disgusted with myself and have 
never really trusted my feelings since. 

I went to the trial when they caught the bastard. I 
learned that he had been watching us for weeks. He knew 
everything we had done together which he had great 
delight in telling the court. He had even tried to make 
it sound as though she had wanted sex with him because 
I was not available that evening.

He was only given ten years for what he had done. 
That’s a year for each rape, less than that if you take 
into account the ones that weren’t reported. What kind 
of justice is that?

What really upset me was that after he had finished, he 
said he loved her.

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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