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Stolen - 1
by Impax (pax420@gmail.com)
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Is it rape if she asks for it? (MF, reluc, 1st)
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PART ONE
Angie McCallister was a Junior in high school, just
turned sixteen. She had skipped fifth grade, going from
fourth to sixth because of her intelligence. Combined
with the fact her parents moved and she had to change
schools anyway, the transition was barely noticed.
She made one good friend her first day in the new
school. Some popular girls were starting to pick on her
because her hair was cut differently then theirs, but a
boy came to her rescue.
"I think her hair looks pretty," Alex said, coming over
and standing next to Angie. "Prettier than yours, even,
Jennifer. When are you going to grow up and get rid of
that braid?"
"What-EVER!" said one of the popular girls, then turned
with a flounce of her skirt and stalked away. Jennifer
and the others followed.
Ever since that day, Alex had been her only friend. She
tried with a few other girls, but after that incident on
her first day, all her attempts got sabotaged.
She wanted to travel overseas for her high school
graduation present, but her parents were afraid. Both
her young age and her body size made them fear for her
safety.
Angie was very petite, just over four feet tall, and
less than a hundred pounds soaking wet. The compromise
was that she take a year of self defense classes, and if
she did well in them, she could go.
After several months of the classes ( karate was what
she chose because of the punches) she had advanced to a
black belt and was training for the first degree. Her
confidence in her agility was high, and she wanted to
test herself in a real but controlled situation.
She needed to know if she could defend herself against a
rapist. Her dojo couldn't train her for that; it was far
too traditional. She decided to ask her best friend Alex
to help her with it. They had known each other since
sixth grade, when she moved here at age ten. That was
almost half her life. She really didn't have anyone else
to ask.
She went over to his house one afternoon and invited him
out for a walk. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, so
he agreed with a smile. She led him into the woods and
followed a creek upstream. A few miles later, she found
a little clearing and turned to face him.
"I passed my black belt last week, Alex," she told him.
"Do you remember why I told you I was taking the
classes?"
"Sure," he said. "Self protection."
"Not exactly," she said. "Rape protection."
"Same thing," he said. "Isn't it?"
"Sort of," she replied. "The dojo teaches self defense.
I need to know if I'm rape protected before I can go
overseas."
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. "What are you
asking me?"
"I'm asking you to try to rape me," she said. "Trust me,
I'm going to fight back, but I need you to try to rape
me."
"Hmmm... How hard do you want me to try?" he asked. They
were used to sparring with each other, even though he
had no formal training.
"Well, uh, all the way, I guess. If you can get it in
me, it won't be rape, even though I'll be fighting it,"
she said.
"No way!" he breathed. "I thought you were a virgin?"
"I am," she said. "So if I can hurt you enough to make
you stop, even after I promised you that, I'll know I'm
safe."
"Yeah, but if I win..." he licked his lips. "You know
I've been in love with you since we met, right? If I can
take you today, I will."
"Whenever you're ready, big man," she taunted, going
into her stance.
"Who's that?" he asked, looking over her shoulder. She
fell for it and turned her head, so he snatched one of
her hands and spun her around, wrapping her up and
holding her close. His free hand went under her shirt
and firmly caressed her breast through her sports bra.
"No, wait, let me go!" she said, squirming in his grasp.
"No fair! You tricked me!"
"What do I get for letting you go?" he asked. "Your
martial arts don't work, do they? I could totally keep
going and fuck you, couldn't I?"
"I didn't get a chance to use them!" she protested.
"Please, give me another chance!"
"I could fuck you, couldn't I?" he asked again, sliding
his free hand down into her sweatpants, inside her
panties too, and cupped her bare pussy.
"Yes!" she said frantically, trying to squirm her groin
away from his hand to no avail. He had a firm grip on
her upper arm, just above her elbow, trapping her other
arm behind her and she could feel him middle finger
beginning to wiggle back and forth. "Please! Please give
me another chance!" she begged.
"What do I get if I do?" he asked again.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
He slipped his middle finger into her a little, just
enough to let her know he could.
"I'm giving up a sure shot at this," he said. "What do I
get in return?"
"What do you want?" she countered, lifting herself up on
tiptoe to get away from his probing finger.
"I'll let you go for another pass," he said. "If you
agree to give me a blow-job someday, in the future."
"In the future when?" she asked.
"Whenever you want," he said. "Just someday in the
future, you owe me a blow-job"
"Agreed," she said, and he turned her loose. She took a
few steps away and went into her stance again. "Just so
you know, I've never done it before, so I'll probably
suck at it."
"As long as you suck ON it, it'll be great." he laughed.
"Come on, big boy, I'm right here," she taunted again.
"This time I'm ready for you. Are you ready for some
pain?"
"Are you ready for some pleasure?" he said right back.
"I know I am!"
"What are you waiting for, then?" she asked. "Come on,
I'm right here."
He took a step forward, and she moved to kick him in the
balls. He turned his hip and caught her leg, then pushed
her down to the ground. He still had hold of her ankle,
then caught her other one as she tried to kick him.
He lowered himself between her thighs and caught her
hands as she tried to hit his face. He was far stronger
she was, so he was able to hold both her tiny wrists in
one hand, leaving his other hand free to do whatever he
pleased.
She grunted in protest as she squirmed under him, trying
with all her might to get her hands free, but he was far
stronger and easily overpowered her struggles. He held
on to her until she went limp under him.
"I win again," he said, panting a little. His free hand
caressed the sides of her breasts on the outside of her
shirt. "Don't I?"
"Do you?" she asked. "I haven't been raped yet."
"I'm not going to rape you." Alex told her. "I'm going
to fuck you."
"No you're not, because I'm going to stop you," she
said.
"How are you going to stop me?" he asked, pulling her
arms a little tighter up over her head. His free hand
went back under her shirt and pushed her sports bra up,
baring both her tits to his hand as he let it boldly
roam her chest. "Can't stop me from doing this. Can't
stop me from doing this, either."
He slid his hand down her side and tugged at the
waistband of her sweatpants.
She pushed her hips down, trying to keep the pants on,
but he could tell what she was doing and growled.
"That's not going to help you!" he said, then let go of
her hands and flipped her over, pulling her pants and
panties down to her knees with one tug.
"No!" she cried out, and tried to crawl away, but he
grabbed an ankle and pulled her back, getting that leg
free of her sweats at the same time.
"Oh yes," he said, gripping her around the waist and
holding her tight against him. "That was the point of
this whole walk today, wasn't it?"
"No, no, I was supposed to win!" she said, almost in
tears. "Are you really going to do it?"
"I really want to," he said, letting her feel the whole
length of his hardness against her rump. "And you can't
stop me, can you. Nothing you can do to stop me from
reaching back and pushing my shorts down..."
She heard the rustle of cloth, and then his naked
hardness was laying against her naked skin.
"No," she whimpered. "Alex... please..."
"Nothing you can do to stop me from putting my big, hard
cock right up against you, is there? You feel so good
against me like this, Angie, you're so sexy, you know
that, right?"
"No!" she said suddenly, trying to squirm away from him.
"I won't let you do it!"
He tightened his arms and pulled her tight against him.
"You can't stop it, Angie, and I want you so much! You
said if I could take you, I could have you, and all
that's left is one shift of my hips and a good shove."
"So why haven't you done it yet?" she challenged,
wiggling her hips against him. "We came out here so you
could try to rape me. You done everything except the
deed."
"Because I love you, Angie," he said simply. "I don't
want to rape you; I want to make love to you."
"Well, I'll never give it to you, so if you don't take
it now, you never will," she said.
"Wait, you want to be raped?" he asked, incredulous.
"Better than being a slut," she said. "A girl can't help
it if she gets raped, can she?"
"She can if she arranges all the circumstances first,"
he said, grinning into her ear. "I think you're a slut,
Angie." His cock was still rubbing insistently up and
down between the cheeks of her ass.
"No! No, let me go!" she cried out, squirming harder
than ever to get away, but he held her tight until she
tired of the struggle again and collapsed under him.
He let go of her arms and pulled her hips up a little,
then speared his cock deep into her with one thrust,
putting his hands on her hips to hold her still. Two
more thrusts had him buried fully inside her
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asked, leaning
over and whispering in her ear.
"No!" she gasped. "I got my black belt in karate! I was
supposed to win!"
"I didn't use karate," he said. "That's partially why
you didn't win."
"What do you mean, partially?" she panted. "Are you
going to take it out now? I think you proved your
point."
"Oh, yeah, I'll take it out... slowly. And then put it
back in, a little faster. And again, and again..." he
chuckled, still buried inside her. "Didn't I tell you I
was going to fuck you?"
He started thrusting his hips, and she stiffened under
him.
"No, no, you have to stop that!" she cried out. "It
feels... No, stop, I'm, oh God, it makes me feel..." She
tried to squirm away again, but nothing could stop his
steady thrusts in and out out of her, and nothing could
change how good it felt. She tried to fight down the
rising wave of feelings welling up inside her, but the
more he did it, the faster he went, and the better it
felt.
She pushed herself up off the ground, thrusting her hips
back into every one of his thrusts, panting and gasping.
"No, no, stop!" she screamed. "Please, you have to make
it stop!"
All the waves built up at once, and she collapsed under
him, unable to breathe for a long moment as he finally
pulled out of her and sprayed several jets of come over
her naked ass. He slid the last of his erection between
the cheeks of her ass and lay down on top of her as
lightly a he could.
A long moment later, she got her breath and her senses
back and rolled him off her, sitting up. She grabbed her
sweatpants, which had worked their way down to one
ankle, and pulled her panties out of them, shaking them
out a little angrily.
"Hey, are you mad?" he asked, sitting up beside her.
"You said..."
"I know what I said. Why didn't you stop after you raped
me? Why did you have to fuck me, too?" she spat at him.
"There's no such thing as a rapist who is going to stop
after the initial penetration. At least, I think that's
what you mean. There's no way I was going to, either."
he said. "I told you right at the get go that I was
going to fuck you."
"You weren't supposed to win," she said quietly. "I
wasn't supposed to like it, either."
"Of course you liked it," he said.
"What do you mean, of course I liked it?" she asked
defensively.
"All sluts like it," he said, smugly. "And you are
definitely a slut, Angie."
"No I'm not!" she whispered, scandalized. "I can't be!
It's impossible!"
"Not impossible, Angie. I saw it clear as day, and you
know it too, don't you? You know what you are, don't
you, deep in your heart?"
"I'm a slut," she whispered, tears beginning to form.
"Oh, no, what will my parents think? I won't be their
perfect daughter anymore. Everything is ruined!"
"Hey, nothing is ruined!" he said. "We can keep this a
secret, and nobody but me has to know that you're a
slut. And when being a nice girl gets to be too much,
you can come back to me. I love you Angie, and I love
the slut Angie too. Everything is going to be okay."
"You promise?" she whispered, looking up at him.
He gazed steadily back at her and leaned down for a
kiss. "I promise. You'll see." He helped her to her
feet, and steadied her as she got her panties and sweats
back on. "I'll walk you home."
Later that evening, at 8:40, the phone rang, and Angie's
father answered it.
"Yes, she's right here. We were about to go up to bed
after this show, but you can talk to her briefly." He
handed the phone to his daughter.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi, Angie, it's Alex. I just wanted to tell you one
more time that everything is going to okay. Good night,
I love you."
"Uh, yeah, thanks Alex, I'll see you at school
tomorrow." she said lamely, blushing. "Good night." she
hung up the phone, and a broad, beaming smile came over
her face.
"Who was that, honey?" her mother asked.
"Oh, just a friend from school," she said absent
mindedly.
"Just a friend from school, huh?" her father grunted.
"Well, any friend from school who can put a smile like
that on my daughter's face is welcome here for dinner."
"Can you see if he's free on Wednesday, dear? That would
work best, if he's free on Wednesday."
"Sure, mom, I'll check," she said. "I'll go up to bed
now, okay?"
"Sure honey, sleep tight," her mother said.
***
"She's growing up," commented her father, after Angie
had left the room.
"We knew it was bound to happen someday." said her
mother, dryly.
"I hope she takes after you, and not your sister."
"What's that supposed to mean?" challenged his wife.
"Besides, she's not like that anymore."
"Heh, right." he smiled. "She's still a slut,
guaranteed. After everything she did? There's no coming
back from that."
Angie went the rest of the way up the stairs, thinking
furiously. "There's no coming back from that." Her
father's voice ringing in her ears.
"I have to be careful," she thought to herself. She
hadn't known that her mother even HAD a sister.
To be continued...
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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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