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doesn't like to read about young ladies being taken
advantage of. This is copyright (c) 1998, by
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The Rapist
by Theodore Spoonbender
(theodore@Spoonbender.demon.co.uk)
***
I felt your nails dig into my back, gouging furrows
amongst the dark, curling hairs. I retaliated by
grabbing your pretty little breasts and squeezing them
with all my strength while I pounded. (MF, rp, forced-
orgasms)
***
Author Note: This is all pure fiction, the figment of a
peculiar mind (You don't honestly believe its real do
you?) So no characters in it are based on real people,
either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like
my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you
have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want
more.
***
I noticed you because of the outline of your saucy
French Knickers through your tight blue skirt.
It's strange I know, but then maybe I should be
classified as that type of guy. People tend to steer
clear of me. Polite conversation ends when I join a
group. Awkward silences reign. The few friends that I
do have tell me that I have an air of menace about me.
As if I am one step away from horrific violence.
Other people's opinions and values don't bother me. The
thought of being popular evinces a shrug. I don't care
and I guess that's what makes me frightening. That and
my six foot six inches of carefully maintained, muscle
bound, body.
I like Air Stewardesses. They are usually young and
attractive and very fit. Ideal for my brand of sexual
gymnastics. Moreover they are far from home. And,
usually, help. Better yet they seldom reported their
rape, because in case you hadn't got it that was how I
got my kicks. I guess the hassle of being stuck in some
hell hole of a country while it is being investigated
makes even the most traumatised victim think twice
about it. In any event, by then I was long gone. I had
never come close to being caught.
You, as I said, I noticed because of the double outline
of your panties through your skirt. I could tell that
they were cut high and very lacy. They make those
skirts far too tight for you to hide your secrets you
know. Especially when you bent over to help that young
lady with her baby across the aisle. Your firm young
buttocks are thrust into my interested face, tight
material holding your charms within its giving embrace.
Your buttocks invited, so round and beckoning.
I vowed they were to be mine.
Your face lived up to my expectations. Classic English
Rose. Blond hair cut short and curling under slightly
as it meets your collar. Thrust carelessly behind your
shell like ears in that most feminine of gestures.
China blue eyes, high cheekbones, a defiant thrust to
your chin and a slight tilt to your nose over pink
lips. Your colour suggests long sessions under clear
blue skies and a tropical sun but that was some weeks
ago. Now you have the yellowish tinge of a neglected
tan.
I hear you telling the other stewardess that you are
staying over for a week and you would be touring a
little, seeing the sights. You were a girl of the
world, you knew your way around. You were safe. Even
though you only appeared to be in your early twenties
you had travelled extensively. There had never been a
problem before.
But then, you had never met me.
I have worked for quite a few airlines, maintaining
their avionics, so I knew how they operated. Where you
were likely to be staying, the arrangement with the
hotel. I also knew the country. Indeed I had
acquaintances there that could provide help and
logistical support. If required. After all who knows
what might happen.
Little did you know it, dear Kaye Brewster, but you
were doomed even as you pushed that drinks trolley down
the aisle. Your future was pre-ordained and it included
me.
The flight, as is the wont of such things, was late.
And so it was quiet in the lobby of the
Intercontinental as I lurked behind a pillar while you
got your key. I heard them announce your room number.
The arrangement was perfect, you were in the newly
refurbished part of the hotel, well away from the
disconcerting humanity of the rest of the place. You
waved goodbye to your crew mates. They would be seeing
you again in a little over a week. Or so you
maintained.
Oh really Miss Brewster? Oh Really? And what makes you
so sure? That self assuredness will get you into
trouble. But don't worry young lady, I am the cure.
I was really starting to believe that what was going to
happen was pre-ordained. The parts of the jigsaw
fitting into place so perfectly it couldn't possibly
just be a random series of interconnected events. This
theory was reinforced when I realised that your room
was on one corner of the hotel away from any other
occupied rooms. The management, or possibly the
airline, had probably ensured that you were to get the
very best room in which to start your holiday. The one
with the wrap around balcony.
You will live to regret that, dear Kaye.
Getting a pass key and a cleaner's jacket was easy. At
that time of night very little stirred and so all I had
to do was to take the service lift to the basement. In
the locker room I found exactly what I needed.
The stage was set. Events were now progressing
inexorably.
I waited a full two hours before I silently unlocked
your door. Your room was lit by the light of the full
moon shining through the wind motioned drapes. Aside
from the hiss of the wind, and the chirp of the
crickets, the only sound was the sonorous rush of your
breathing. I closed the door and made my way past the
bathroom, freezing momentarily when I heard a catch in
your breath.
I stood stock still, waiting for your regular breathing
to continue but your exhalations were coming in little
gasps and you let out the occasional moan. At first I
was bewildered, then I realised what you were doing.
This was confirmed when I saw the thin sheet jerking
around, above the junction of your wide-spread legs.
There was a touch of pure magic in the air as I stood
in the shadows, watching a flawless beauty satisfying
herself oblivious to the world. Moonlight bathed you in
its flat, two dimensional, light as your head tossed
this way and that as your hands worked furiously. Then
I caught the muted buzz of a vibrator.
My, my dear little Kaye, you are well equipped. And it
was obvious that you thoroughly enjoy your sex. Oh, you
lucky girl, how well you shall be served.
The moans became louder and your legs kicked away the
coarse cotton constraints of the bed-sheet. There in
the moonlight, three thousand miles away from home and
safety, you bared yourself to your rapist.
It was one of those pivotal points in my life. On the
one hand I was wallowing in the sight of a exquisite
young beauty enjoying rapturous communion with her own
body and on the other my own body demanded that it,
too, should wallow in the bliss that your warm
succulence so obviously offered.
The noise of your moans snapped me from my reverie as
they started to crescendo towards little muted screams.
Quietly I shed my clothes, abandoning them where they
fell, my whole being focussed on your glistening body
as you writhed towards your climax.
The click of my knife startled you but before you could
react I had dived between your widespread thighs. Your
brain was muzzy with sexual excitement and so you
missed your last possible hope of salvation. You could
have screamed Kaye. Screamed loud and long and maybe,
just maybe, I would have been scared enough to have
run. But you didn't and that was something that you may
have cause to regret for a very long time.
I fell upon you, pinning your arms in place. One of
them tightly grasping the still buzzing probe,
obscenely raucous now that its objective was no longer
required, and the other grasping your breast.
I held the knife to your throat and cautioned you to be
silent.
From that moment on, dear Kaye, you were mine.
***
I hadn't been able to see Danny for nearly three weeks.
For some reason the Airline had rostered him onto the
Far Eastern Runs, leaving me chafing on the medium haul
flights. They said that they had a shortage of Pilots
with 747 experience.
I, too, was trained on the 747 but there were no
vacancies for Stews on the Asian runs. Indeed it was
usually the more experienced girls that got those.
So I was left to chafe.
What made it worse was that his roster very seldom
mated with mine, so I only really saw him in passing at
home or in the Airport. The final straw was that he was
usually crewed with Linda. Oh how I hated her. She was
taller than me at 5' 8", to my 5' 6", she was also a
leggy and an almost white blond. I knew she had the
hots for Danny. And she knew I knew.
I caught her superior smirk on occasion and it drove me
wild. But I managed to maintain my composure. Thank god
for the training that allowed me to maintain an outward
appearance of calm when the world was falling apart
around my ears.
I tried to tell Danny but he just laughed and said that
it was all in my imagination. But I was convinced I
caught a fleeting moment of guilt cross his eyes as he
said it. I was sure there was something going on.
Positive. I needed to win him back, but how? Jealousy
was all I could think of, that plus the feeling that I
was leaving him out of something that I was doing. Men
just can't stand being left out.
So I arranged this holiday.
As it happened I had always wanted to visit here and
explore some of the ancient townships. I had wanted to
do it with him, and I'd told him that on many
occasions. So now I could combine a bit of green eyed
jealousy with a sprinkling of raw guilt.
It wasn't until I lay alone in my large bed that I
wondered if I had made a mistake. I missed his warmth
against me, his hard body moulded to mine, his
breathing sweet in my ear. I missed his infectious
laugh and his flash of white teeth. And, above all, I
missed our lovemaking. His hard insistence and his
pounding penis driving inside me, turning my insides to
jelly. And the feeling of fulfilment as I felt his
warmth washing in waves in my womb as I took his seed.
I miss you Danny can't you see that?
Sleeping came hard for me. The thoughts kept tumbling
through my brain. He would be landing in Hong Kong
soon. Was Linda handing him his early morning coffee.
His smile, which should have been all mine, turning to
her. I tossed and turned, all sorts of images
blossoming in my imagination. I concentrated my
thoughts on him, reaching out to him across the miles.
Willing him to think of me, to ignore her
blandishments. And, as always happens when I thought of
him, I started to get wet. My nipples erected, forcing
the bed-sheet away from my breasts like tiny tents, the
coarse cotton rasping against them sending tremors
through my body.
Instinctively I reached for them, my fingers squeezing
and pulling them until they ached with a excruciating
sweetness. My hand crept over my belly until I could
feel the silken tangle of the curls pointing down
towards my tingling sex. It was almost a shock when I
found out how sodden I really was down there. I had
somehow maintained my celibacy for nearly a week and
now my body yearned for fulfilment.
Nature was now taking over. I wanted release. I needed
it more than anything else in the world.
Danny's face loomed over me, beneath my tightly closed
eyelids, as I sought out my clit.
I had intended to make Danny jealous, but in mind only.
I had no intention of actually taking a lover, although
I knew the temptation would be strong. Warm nights, hot
blooded men, the crash of the breakers on the shore. I
knew I would need release and so I had brought my
little egg vibrator. It had seen me through some trying
times and now it would do so again. The reassuring
buzz, as I clicked up through its settings, making me
muse wistfully that I wished that men could be so
reliable.
Then my lust rendered me brainless as I rubbed it hard
against my gaping sex.
The feelings were so intense, and my mind so wrapped up
in thoughts of Danny, that I thought I imagined him
standing there at the foot of my bed as I prepared
myself for him.
I kicked away the sheet, subconsciously offering myself
to him, legs spread wantonly wide.
I struggled to come to terms with reality as an,
undoubtedly, male body dropped onto me. Temporarily
rendering me breathless as the air was forced out of my
lungs. The shreds of my lust turning to icy fear as I
felt the knife against my throat.
"Keep 'em spread bitch and don't make a fucking sound,"
The voice commanded as hard talons forced my hands
upwards, away from my body.
Moments later a rock hard penis was rammed into me.
***
You were so wet dear Kaye.
You were a trollop waiting to be conquered, your body
offering no resistance as I plundered your core. Indeed
your gasp was not of fear or anger, it was of lust.
Diamond bright, sweet and true.
I slid deep, almost against my will, your body seeming
to draw me in. Your legs animated alongside my driving
body as I started to pound, kicking and flexing with a
fury that surprised me.
I grinned.
This was the part I loved, when I was deep inside,
beyond the point of resistance. When the anger at my
forced entry, along with the terrified impotence, was
at its height. I slammed into you didn't I Kaye? I took
you, wrenching exquisite feelings of ecstasy from your
writhing body and you could do nothing about it.
I felt your nails dig into my back, gouging furrows
amongst the dark, curling hairs. I retaliated by
grabbing your pretty little breasts and squeezing them
with all my strength while I pounded.
Pounded.
Pounded.
Taking you, vanquishing you, forcing your surrender.
Your body arched, hands digging deep, feet dancing a
tattoo on my thrusting buttocks. You mewled and your
head shook. Back and forth. Back and forth. Mouth
opening and closing in a silent scream as your tortured
lungs gulped oxygen greedily.
You were mine dear Kaye.
All mine.
***
There was no pain, much to my surprise. In fact under
different circumstances it would have felt wonderful.
That long, fat penis thrusting inside me. The pulsing
veins, and the angle of the attack, jiggling my clit
until I felt I would burst.
The realisation of my predicament threatened to smother
me. I was being raped. Raped! An unknown penis was
gouging its way inside me. Against my will.
And my body was responding.
Oh god. Oh god. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I was
being raped. Forced to accept a stranger's penis deep
inside me. Inside my body, invading my private space.
Deep, oh so deep, inside. Pushing against my cervix
sending tremors throughout my frame.
Ah. Ah. Aaaah! My feelings and emotions became
entangled as I soared. I hated him, but I loved the
sensations. This was wrong, very, very wrong. But it
felt so gooood. Oh god, so good.
I tried to think of other things. My cat, my little
house, my new car. But the feelings overwhelmed me. I
thought of Danny. Strong, powerful Danny. Plunging
deep, rocking me with the intensity of his powerful
thrusts. It made it better - it made it worse. I was
totally losing control.
I knew my legs were kicking and my hands were delving
into the stranger's back.
Was it anger? Resentment? Terror even?
I was so confused as the feelings overwhelmed me. My
orgasm was building. The fire being stoked with an
intensity that drove me wild.
I tried to hold it back. I didn't want to cum on the
end of a rapist's prick. It would be the pit of
degradation. I fought against my feelings.
Then he squeezed my breasts. I loved having my breasts
manhandled. How did he know? How did he know? I felt
like screaming out but the breath was forced from my
lungs as the sweet pain blossomed in my chest.
I could feel it coming. There was no escape. I existed
on pure instinct as my orgasm bloomed in full glory.
The blood pounding in my ears.
He'd conquered me.
The bastard had conquered me.
And it felt so good.
***
I could feel the ripples travelling down your cunt tube
Kaye, as I continued to pound. At first I was puzzled,
nothing like this had happened to me before when I'd
forcibly taken a girl. Usually they lay there stiff and
terrified as I forced my attentions upon them.
And into them.
I was proud of my prick. It was long and very broad and
it created such a sweet look of pain in the eyes of my
victims.
But it was wasted on you. Or was it?
Your convulsions and thrashing limbs spoke volumes.
Your strangled screams, your tightly closed eyes and
bowstring taut body confirmed it.
You had cum.
You bitch! You have had an orgasm.
While I was raping you.
This couldn't be. Shouldn't be.
I'll teach you to fucking cum while I'm raping you.
You'll regret that you bitch!
I'm going to pound you to pieces and I'm going to tear
your breasts off at the roots. You see if I don't.
Using every ounce of strength in my body I rammed my
steel hard boner deep inside.
And you started to scream.
***
How can I begin to describe the feelings the rapist had
torn from my body? The soaring orgasm that left me limp
and wrung out like an old dishcloth.
It was one of, no I'll go so far as to say THE most
intense orgasm of my life.
As it subsided I just wanted to be left alone to
confront my tangled feelings. To try and make some
sense out of why I had allowed a stranger, who I
couldn't even see properly, to wrench such a gut
churning cum from me.
But he had other ideas.
His pace increased a notch and his thrusts became even
more intense. Slamming my body into the bed until the
bedsprings creaked in protest at the hammer strokes
that invaded me.
I'd never been fucked like this before. It was brutal,
primeval, punishing.
I could feel the savage concentration that surged
through his body as he drew back for each terrifying
stroke. It was like he was trying to tear me to pieces.
Forcing himself up through my body until he tore me in
two.
The sensations overwhelmed my numbed senses and I was
reduced to a existing on a plane where only feelings
counted.
The intensity increased. He was drawing himself
virtually all the way out and ramming into me as hard
as he could.
Pushing me up the bed until my head, softened by the
pillows, slammed onto the head-board.
I felt so open and vulnerable. So helpless and frail up
against his brutal assault.
Waves of ecstasy washed over me. I had never had it
this good before. The feelings took over.
And I screamed.
***
I could feel my balls boiling a fresh batch of juices
now.
Weeks of work had gone into making the clump that was
destined for you Kaye. You were going to feel me
pumping my seed deep inside your belly and you will
know that I had conquered you.
Taken you.
Raped you without mercy.
I could feel my balls tighten and my cock swell deep
inside as I continued to ram home.
Here it comes Kaye and its all for you.
I pulled your hips down onto mine as I forced my prick-
head deep inside your womb. Then I held you tight.
"Get ready to take my load bitch," I gasped as the
generous pulsing spurts started to erupt deep inside
you.
Your eyes flew open and you stared at me in silent
supplication as I pumped wad after wad into you.
Then your body tensed and your pussy gripped me like a
talisman. Drawing more of the seed from my convulsing
prick into your maw.
You bitch! You bitch! You weren't supposed to have
enjoyed this but now you had cum again.
It was too late. I couldn't hold back.
You biiiitch!
***
I felt like a shuttlecock caught in a typhoon as he
continued to pound. Higher and higher into the vortex I
ascended.
I'd never had a double O before. Never. But he was
forcing another cum from me.
My emotions were in tatters as he pulled me down onto
him.
I knew what was coming next. I didn't want his rancid
spunk inside me. My womb was reserved for Danny's seed.
But I couldn't do anything except lay there and take
it. It was as if he had robbed my body of the power to
move coherently.
I looked up at him, willing him to spare me the final
humiliation. But then the feelings struck again and I
found myself teetering on the brink of an abyss.
The first warm splashings of his spunk, deep inside me,
pushed me over the edge and my orgasm slammed into me
like a train.
I felt myself spinning into a whirlpool of ecstasy as
his seed forged into my womb.
I had been truly taken.
And it felt so very, very good.
***
At last the final spurt of sperm jerked into you and I
felt your body convulse for one last time. Already my
prick was losing its stiffness and I could feel the
oily slime oozing out of your ravaged sex.
My body felt deliciously refreshed but my mind was in a
turmoil.
I had plotted and executed the plan perfectly only to
have you turn the tables and cum on me.
Twice!
That wasn't in my plans. In my world whores like you
just exist to please me, not the other way round.
If I wasn't so exhausted I would have pounded you into
dust with my fists.
But I was weary and conscious of the fact that I must
get away from here.
I pushed myself free and stood up. You murmured but
didn't open your eyes or cry out.
I watched you as I climbed into my clothes. You lay
there, spread wide with one knee bent and the other leg
thrust out at an angle from your body. Little moans
escaping from you as your crotch oozed obscenely. Damn
that was one hell of as dump you had taken from me
there Kaye.
I saw your panties lying on the floor where you had
kicked them off. The very ones that had attracted me to
you in the first place. I scooped them up. The touch of
silk was cool on my fingers as I lingered over you.
Finally I turned to go. Dawn was starting to streak the
sky. Daylight must find me far from here.
As I made my way to the door I was sure I heard you
murmur something to me.
I swear it sounded like; "Thank you!"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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