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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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any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
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