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911 Rape
by Grefe (1992)
***
The 911 Rape is a novelization of a "hot chat" I
actually had with a woman on a New York City BBS back in
92'. Names are changed to protect the libidinous,
naturally. With some minor changes, this is the story we
created together. Jim's actions and feelings are mine,
but Carol's are actually those of my computer sex
partner. (Mdom/F, reluc, control, d/s, oral, anal, huml)
***
Jim and Craig were the crew of New York City's Emergency
Medical Service unit 13B2. At 1700 on a Tuesday in June,
they responded to a call of an EDP (emotionally
disturbed person) in an apartment building on 45th
Street between 1st and 2nd Ave in Manhattan.
As they pulled up the building, the Manhattan North
precinct sergeant and a sector car were just pulling up
on the scene.
In apartment 14G, Carol and her live-in boyfriend were
having a violent argument over his infidelity, and
neighbors called the police. "You bastard," she snarled.
"This is the third time you cheated on me. The last
time. Get your shit and get out."
"Third?" he smirked. "You have no idea how many other
pussies have shared this cock with you. And their
assholes too. Maybe if you had let me fuck your precious
ass, I wouldn't have shopped around."
When the police arrived, Carol violently insisted the
police remove her ex-boyfriend from her apartment.
Jim looked at Carol, and was immediately aroused. With
her flared nostrils and fiery eyes, she appeared to be a
hellcat in rage, and Jim was never one to overlook a
strong-willed woman. Her shoulder-length brown hair was
pulled back into a pony-tail, her brow shined with
perspiration, and her fine-featured, olive-skinned face
was hardened in her anger.
Panting heavily, her firm, generous breasts heaved
braless beneath her t-shirt, and Jim felt a stirring in
his groin at the sight of her hardened nipples. He
wished for the opportunity to explore what lay beneath
her cutoff jeans and to touch the thighs of her tanned
athletic legs.
While Carol yelled at the sergeant, Jim was lost in this
reverie and said to himself, "What's wrong with you. Get
a grip," and he returned to the matter at hand.
The sergeant was about to dismiss the incident as a
dispute, when the boyfriend told them that Carol had
attempted suicide and when he stopped her, she tried to
throw him out.
Carol became enraged at this lie, and lunged at him. Two
policemen held her back.
The boyfriend continued that she hadn't seen her
psychiatrist, a Dr. Miller, in months, had thrown away
her medication, and had been deteriorating since. These
violent outbursts were commonplace, and he feared to
leave her alone.
Carol screamed in rage that this was all untrue, but the
sergeant said to the ambulance crew, "You better take
her in, just to be safe. Let the hospital handle it."
With that, Carol fought violently as the police forced
her into hand-cuffs. As they led her to the elevator,
the boyfriend said, "I'll go to the hospital in a little
while. I have to call her mother and take care of some
things." He could barely suppress a burst of laughter as
he closed the door to the apartment.
Out in the street, Carol fought like a demon as she was
pulled into the ambulance and secured to the stretcher.
An officer was to escort her in the ambulance, when a
high-pitched tone came over the police radio, declaring
a 10-13 downtown, indicating an officer in need of
emergency assistance. The cops and the sergeant
immediately jumped to their vehicles, shouting, "We'll
meet you at the hospital." One cop threw the hand-cuff
keys to Jim, but before he could react, they sped away
to aid their fellow cops.
Craig informed the dispatcher, "13-boy, 82 to 02 with
the unescorted female," as her drove the ambulance
toward the FDR drive.
In the back, Carol pleaded with Jim to believe her, that
she was not crazy, and all this was a lie. Jim nodded
sympathetically and said, "You have to convince the
doctors at Bellevue. Now if you calm yourself down and
cooperate with them, they'll probably believe you. But
you have to calm down."
Carol made a visible effort to relax, when the ambulance
came to a stop. Craig, over the intercom, said, "Looks
like the cops went to a riot downtown. The FDR is backed
up from 14th street. We're gonna be stuck here a while.
It's bumper to bumper." He then informed the dispatcher
of the situation. Shortly, Carol had calmed herself, and
she asked, "What's going to happen to me?"
"The Bellevue staff will interview you, and try to get
in touch with that doctor."
"Then they'll let me go," she replied hopefully.
"Maybe. But they try to be careful, lawsuits and all. In
a suicidal case, they might want to keep you overnight
for observation."
"What?" she gasped. "I'm not suicidal. They can't do
this to me!" With that, she bucked savagely against the
stretcher straps. Her shirt rode up and Jim caught a
glimpse of a full round breast before it was covered
again.
"Come on now, what did I say?" he cautioned her. "You
have to relax. Besides, I'll talk to them for you."
"Would you?" she cried. "Oh, please, I'd do anything to
get out of this." Jim hesitated, not believing he was
doing this, then crouched next to the stretcher. Cupping
a tit in one hand, he asked, "Anything?"
Her eyes widening in horror, she said, "No, no, not
that." Jim lifted her shirt, and her firm midsized tits
were exposed. He brushed a palm across a large dark
areolae of one breast then played with the with thick
nipple.
"What are you doing? Stop this, please," she pleaded.
Unheeding, Jim reached down and caressed her trim
thighs, and stared lustily into her brown eyes.
"Help!" she screamed. "He's trying to rape me!"
Jim clamped a hand over her mouth as Craig came over the
intercom, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Jim answered. "She's just flipping out again."
Craig chuckled. "Well, she is hot enough to rape. Be
good, Jim."
"Yeah, right," Jim laughed. Then he slapped Lori's face
sharply and said, "See. No one will believe you, and if
you tell the doctors I raped you, they'll lock you up a
long time."
Tears sprang to Lori's eyes, as her face stung. "No, you
can't do this," she whispered. "They'll believe me. They
have to."
Jim took her breast again. "Nope. They'll never buy it.
No one has ever complained about me before."
"Why? They were too scared of your threats?"
"No. I've never done this before." Jim stood unbuckled
his uniform pants and dropped them to the floor. His
erection strained against his underwear, which he also
removed.
Carol stared at him incredulously. "I must be crazy. I
can't believe this is happening."
Jim held his cock, which has about 6 inches long, but
very thick and hard. He lowered it to her face but she
turned away. Roughly, he grabbed her hair and, pulling
her head back, slapped her again. "Look," he said. "I'll
tell them shit that get you admitted to the hospital for
long-term observation."
"How-- how long is that?" she whispered.
Lori's eyes bulged in panic when her replied, "Six long
weeks. A pretty thing like you will be fucked by every
orderly and guard in the psych wing, not to mention a
few patients. And the more you cry rape, the less
they'll believe you. You're better off taking care of
me, then this will all be over."
Tears streamed from her eyes, and she whimpered, "Six
weeks." Sobs wracked her, and Jim felt sorry for her. He
was about to stop this lunacy when she murmured, "All...
alright." She stared at his cock for a moment, in terror
of the fate this man could bring her, then closed her
eyes and opened her mouth.
Jim, lust renewed at the sight of her open, pouty lips,
slid himself into her waiting mouth and shuddered at the
warmth of her. Holding her head, he slowly and deeply
fucked her mouth, with Carol doing nothing but squeezing
her eyes tightly shut and hoping it would be over soon.
He penetrated so deeply that she almost gagged, then
withdrew to the head of his dick.
Taking a nipple between his fingers, Jim increased his
tempo, fucking her mouth furiously and roughly, gripping
her hair and slamming his cock into her so her nose was
in his pubic hair, his balls bouncing on her chin. He
was close to coming, and considered blowing his load in
her mouth and on her face. He loved the sight of a
woman's face covered with sperm, but decided no, he
wanted this to last.
Jim took out his cock and wiped it over her face,
covering her with her own saliva. The sight of this was
almost enough to push him over the edge, but he held
back. When it passed, he ordered, "Lick it." Carol
slowly stuck out her tongue and touched the head of his
prick. She tasted a clear drop of pre-seminal fluid,
salty and bitter. "Lick it all over, get it nice and
wet."
Eyes still shut, she obeyed and coated his cock with
spit. He throbbed at her attentions, preferring her to
take an active role. Then he climbed atop her chest and,
pulling her breasts over his dick, began to titty-fuck
her. The slickness between her breasts provided a
wonderful feeling for Jim, and he pinched her nipples as
he held them. Tears of frustration squeezed between
Lori's eyelids, fearing he would take his time, and
maybe even fuck her vagina.
He again neared orgasm, and stopped short of coming on
her. Turning so he faced her feet, Jim squatted over
Lori's face and lowered his testes to her mouth.
Cringing, she licked at his scrotum and tasted the
fragrant sweat on his hairy balls. Her faced flushed
with humiliation as she reluctantly took a testicle in
her mouth. Carol considered biting him, but when she
thought of the result, six weeks in a mental hospital,
she only suckled gently at it.
In giving in to him, she found her humiliation
increased, and was shocked to find she somewhat enjoyed
this feeling. She had never been involved in bondage,
buy being tied here and helpless to this man's will
actually began to arouse her. She fought this feeling
with revulsion and guilt, but it remained nonetheless.
Pulling away from her mouth, Jim sat on her face,
pushing his anus against her lips. Grimacing, Carol
struggled again, but he pinched a nipple painfully, and
she yelped, but stopped resisting. "Suck on my asshole.
Now!" When she didn't comply, he twisted her nipple
brutally so she cried out, muffled by the anus pressed
against her mouth.
Tearfully, she gave in to him, and sucked at the pungent
orifice she had never tasted before. Her disgust was
lessened, though, because after all, she had no choice.
This was something she would never do of her own
volition. She was not responsible, and that gave her a
freedom she never knew.
Jim jerked at his cock and as he slapped one of her
breasts ordered, "Fuck me with your tongue."
She stiffened her tongue and poked it into his rectum,
and Jim rode up and down on it. He stared down at her
gorgeous body, and couldn't believe the emotions he
felt. To use this woman against her will, to take
advantage of her physical and mental helplessness, to
degrade her any way he chose, gave him such a rush of
power and lust, he knew he could not turn back. At a new
threshold, he would always need this now.
Finally he got off her, and she moaned when he pulled
down her shorts. He spread her legs and, to his
surprise, "You are sopping wet. You dirty slut, you are
enjoying this." He grinned broadly at her, pleased that,
despite his using her, she was getting pleasure as well.
Carol blushed and averted his gaze. "N-no," she
stammered. "No, I hate you."
He smiled knowingly as he climbed atop her on the
stretcher and unceremoniously shoved himself into her to
the hilt. Carol gasped at the sudden penetration, felt
as though she were being split apart by his thick cock.
His weight crushed down on her, her cuffed hands pinned
beneath her painfully. Yet, as he began to fuck her
slowly and deeply, to her horror, she found that she
didn't want it to end.
Jim smiled secretly. He noted her eyes were no longer
clamped shut, but closed softly, her head held and mouth
open. "She's loving this, the whore," he thought, then
was struck with an inspiration.
Carol gasped against her will as he suddenly pulled out
of her, and could have died of embarrassment when she
realized how empty she felt.
He climbed off her, took her by the hair again and
slapped her sharply across the face. "You like it too
much, you cunt." He was shocked at his own mouth, but
continued. "Open your mouth." When she complied he
shoved his dick into her mouth again. "I've got
something better for you." Out of Lori's field of
vision, he opened a cabinet and rummaged through some
emergency supplies.
Soon, he leaned over, grabbed her left leg and pulled it
up to him, and she felt him smearing something cold and
wet onto her anus. She gasped with his cock in her mouth
as he worked a finger into her backdoor and began to
finger-fuck her asshole. She winced in pain as he
inserted a second digit. Taking his time, while still
fucking her face, he massaged her insides to loosen them
up, then slipped in a third. Carol felt stuffed with
these three fingers, but gradually the muscles relaxed.
Jim pulled out of her mouth, and to her horror he began
to grease up his cock with the surgical lubricant. "I
haven't butt-fucked a girl in a long time," he informed
her as he moved down to her legs.
"Oh, please," Carol begged, "I've never done that." New
tears sprang to her eyes as she thought of her newly-ex
boyfriend, and his claim that he cheated on her because
she kept her tight backdoor off limits. It was that
fucker's fault she was in this predicament.
"I could tell you weren't a virgin in your pussy," he
smiled as he got in position, "but I am honored to be
your first to boldly go where no man has gone before."
He chuckled as he lifted her legs and spread her cheeks.
"Help me please!" Carol screamed to his partner. "Hel-"
she was cut off by his clamping hand again.
Jim lay atop her again, this time with the head of his
prick resting on the entrance to her cor-hole. "I'll
give you a choice," he smiled to her. "Just shut up. If
you yell when I let go, I'll gag you, wipe you clean and
butt-fuck you dry. Got it?"
She nodded fearfully, and he slowly released her mouth.
"Please," she begged, "I'll do anything but that."
He slapped her again, and hissed, "You'll do whatever I
want, bitch. Don't forget that. But I'll offer you an
alternative. There is a nurse at Bellevue who is bi.
Fuck the both of us together and I'll spare your
butthole, and get you released in the bargain."
Carol stared at him frozen. "No, I can't do that with a
woman. Just do my pussy or let me blow you..."
He smacked her again. Then, softly, "Make a decision. I
want pussy juice on your face, or your shit on my dick.
Up to you."
Carol cried quietly, but couldn't choose. Each was a
perversion she thought she would never face. "I can't
decide..."
"Fine," he replied, then began to press against her anus
with his rock-hard erection. After holding out so long
under such arousing conditions, he knew this would be a
powerful orgasm.
Then to their utter shock, her at her good luck and he
at his bad, the ambulance jerked and rolled along the
FDR. Craig's voice came over the intercom. "Finally
opened up. We'll be there in a few minutes."
Jim cursed sharply, then hurried to clean and dress
himself and his patient. His balls would be aching for
lack of coming, but they would get cut off if he were
caught like this.
As the ambulance backed into the hospital bay, Carol
collapsed, exhausted, all the tension draining from her.
But then Jim said, "You aren't out of this yet, honey."
Now she feared that he, in his frustration, would have
her committed, and she dreaded what was to come in the
mental hospital.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, 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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