Bad.

It all comes down to heart motivation. If you hurt some one just because you enjoy hurting someone then you are a sick motherfucker who needs a good ass kicking. If however you hurt someone because you are trying to help them; well that's very different.

Take a Dentist. He hurts people every day, but nobody would put him in jail for what he does because he does it for our own good. We scream and cry and moan while we are in his chair, but he keeps right on cutting us, hurting us, making us bleed, no matter how much you scream and beg for mercy. He knows what is best for you. When he is through you may be in pain for several days, but you don't call the police do you? No you schedule another appointment, and willingly submit to his orders.

If you will listen to my story with an open mind, and a reasonable heart you will have to admit that I really did not do anything bad to Susan. Did I rape her? Well...sort of. But I did it to save her life and to make her happy. Is there really anything wrong with that? When you think about it she really should thank me.

It all started about three years ago on a Friday night. I got a call from a friend of mine Susan Jamison. We were just friends from work who had a couple of hobbies in common. I freely confess that I am a Video Game addict. I mean it's cool when you're a teenager.

What do you do though when you're the best, have won every local tournament and wake up to find you are 25 years old. Your friends are getting married, buying houses, and having kids. You, you're still playing Street Fighter, and Tekken. It's nice to have a friend who shares your interest so you don't look like a total loser. It's nicer still if she happens to be a 5' 9" blonde, with long legs, firm breasts, a pretty face and a plump juicy ass. The fact that she has a brain, is funny, and has the same interest in Sci-Fi, movies and yes the occasional comic book, is just gravy. We're a perfect match, everyone wonders why we don't date, everyone that is except her boyfriend Ron that is.

He had been her lover since High School and was getting his Masters at Penn State. It is about a four-hour trip from where we live, so Susan sees him when she can. In fact that fateful Friday she had made a surprise trip to celebrate Mid Terms being over. I got a phone call at 2 in he morning. At first I thought it as a prank.

"Juhh Juhh John, that son of a bish is sheeating on me. I lubbed him so mush. It hurts so bad I Jush wanted the pain to go away, but I tink I took oo mush " she cried in a drunken slobber.

"Susan are you at home... good stay put I'll be right over."

I rushed to her apartment and found the door open. I was not sure what I would find when I entered, but I sure was not expecting this. Susan was lying on the bathroom floor covered in vomit. She was wearing a match set of lace bikinis. Susan was on all fours, her head was on the floor and her ass was swaying from side to side. She alternated between crying and dry heaves.

"Susan my god are you all right, what have you done to yourself."

As I entered the bathroom and got closer I counted over a dozen partially digested pills of assorted sizes, shapes and colors.

"You tried to kill yourself over that little prick. What were you thinking. He never deserved you, fuck him and his little slut. You can do better."

Susan started crying even harder at my outburst. She seemed to be sorry for what she had almost done there was a sense of shame to her. It slowly dawned on her what she looked like, drunk, high on pills, covered in vomit, nearly naked, with tear-streaked mascara. She never looked more beautiful to me. I realized right then that we were more than friends, I...loved her and wanted to take care of her for the rest of my life. She sat up and leaned against the bathtub. Slowly she tried to cover herself.

"John I am so embarrassed, I can't believe I was so stupid, but I loved him. I could not believe it, even as I looked at Ron with his cock crammed up her dirty ass, I could not believe it. You know what the worst part is, he saw me but would not stop fucking her butt. He just kept pounding his dick into her over and over again, like a crazed animal. I begged him to stop, to explain why he had done it. But he didn't stop John, he loved that slut's ass more than he loved me."

Susan looked so sad, so inconsolable that I am not ashamed to say I started crying too. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her softly on the lips.

"It's OK honey, I'm here now and I will make everything better." At first she protested because of her filthy condition, but as I rocked her in my arms, and stoked her hair, she slowly settled, finally snuggled against my warmth, and eventually surrendered herself to sleep and to me.

The alcohol and pills were a potent combination and Susan was dead to the world. I eased her gently to the bathroom floor and began to clean up. I did not want her to have to deal with the reality of her attempted suicide when she awoke. I took our soiled clothes to the shared laundry room down the hall, and returned wearing only my boxers. Now all that was left to clean was Susan herself. I slowly unhooked her bra, releasing her 36 D breasts. I positioned her spread eagled on the floor.

Then I took a warm washcloth and soaped it. I gently held her right breast and washed the small chunks of dried vomit from her. I lathered, rinsed and repeated. Her left breast was clean, but I washed it anyway. I cleaned her flat tight tummy and finally reached the waistband of her lace panties. I decided that the only way to make sure she was completely clean was to take them off and have a look for myself. As I peeled them down to her thighs I was very happy that I could save her from such a disgusting chore.

This was the woman that I loved and I would do anything for her. I gently lathered and rinsed her pubic area. Finally my Susan was beautiful again. I glanced down at her, spread naked and submissive before me, and like any real man would I got hard and decided to do something about it. I straddled Susan and began licking and sucking on her bouncy tits. I was amazed at how quickly her nipples elongated and became hard.

To this day I believe that a part of her subconscious knew that it was me nibbling and slurping all over her breasts, and that she wanted, no NEEDED me to do this for her. I slowly worked my way down Susan's stomach planting little baby kisses as I went. I paused for a moment to suck the stub of her outie belly button. As I gently licked and sucked her there her whole stomach began quivering. She was begging me to fuck her.

It was subtle yes, but her accelerated breathing, her responsiveness to my touch were clear indicators that I should proceed. I gently peeled her panties the rest of the way off her and saw my lover's naked body for the first time. As I spread her legs apart a whiff of her hot wet sex reached me and I knew that I had to have a taste of her pussy juice. I nestled my face deep in her crotch and began to lovingly lick her outer lips. I pried her apart and found her clit bump. I massaged her until it came all the way out and then I started sucking on it.

Susan moaned softly in her sleep and a fine sheen of sweet, sexy, sweat glistened on her soft, skin and added a slightly salty flavor to her honey cream cunt; as I licked and lapped at my lover. Suddenly her legs clamped down on me and Susan dripped, dribbled, and drooled her pleasure and satisfaction all over my face. Now I know some of you are thinking, "But what about you, surely you are going to fuck her now?" Well you are wrong.

Even though I was extremely hard and horny, I decided not to fuck her into submission. I guess I am a romantic at heart. I wanted our first time to be a special day that we could both look back on with fondness. Even though I was well within my rights to fuck her after giving her so much happiness, I chose to wait until she was more awake. Besides Susan had a tough day and needed her rest. I loved her and we had the rest of our lives ahead of us.

I did need some relief though. I took my cock out and began rubbing it against her clit, pressing it up and down her warm slit. Her pussy seemed to open up for me, almost inviting me in. Her juices smelled so good. I swear she knew what was about to happen. I wanted to ram her so bad-but I did not. She was wet and ready for me. The head of my dick slipped inside her just a little bit and I felt myself start to cum. All it would take is a thrust forward, one little thrust and I would claim her as my own. Her breasts were heaving with lust and desire for me. I quickly pulled out and straddled her pretty chest.

My cock was pulsing and dripping cum cream as I pressed it between her fat tits. I fucked her warm flesh until I began spurting, I squeezed my hot dog tight between her breast buns and was content. I was still leaking cum when I sat on her face. My dick was resting on her nostril as one final drop of cream went up her nose. I don't know if I can convey the feeling of power that washed over me. She. Was. MINE! Her tits, her cunt. Her sweet round ass-she was my property.

I did not have to fuck her that night. We both knew the truth. Our lives began right then. I picked my woman up in a fireman's carry, and we went to bed.

"John, John wake up. Wake the fuck up now!"

I slowly opened my eyes to a strange room. Susan's room. My arms were wrapped protectively around her warm body and her soft ass was pressed tight into my morning hard on.

"Morning Susan how are you feeling today?" I asked sleepily.

"Why am I naked, how did I get here and why the fuck are you in my bed?" she demanded.

Hmmm I was afraid of this. Even though Susan subconsciously knew she loved me, she was not ready to admit to our new relationship. She was not mature enough to take responsibility for our actions last night. I would have to be the adult and give her an explanation she could live with until she accepted the truth.

"Susan I don't know how much you remember from last night but I really don't appreciate your tone. You woke me up at 2 AM babbling and incoherent and asked me to rush over. You are naked because you got drunk off your ass and took about six different kinds of pills in an attempt to kill yourself. You then threw up all over your bathroom, all over your clothes and all over me. I spent an hour and a half holding you and calming you down.

"Next I washed the floor, our clothes and you. I was not able to get clothes on your drunken unconscious body; and as I had spent the last hour seeing you nude and cleaning your puke, I figured it really was too late for modesty anyway. I put you to bed, you asked me to stay with you. Besides being completely exhausted I was concerned that you might throw up again and choke on your vomit so I got into bed with you. You will however notice even though you are naked I have my boxers on. Look Susan I am your friend. Just because Ron is an asshole, don't assume that I am one too."

Slowly Susan began recalling the events of the previous night. She was ashamed, and embarrassed by her actions.

"John I'm so sorry how can you forgive me. I can't believe that I was so stupid. I remember getting sick and being scared I might die. I know I called you and that you held me while I cried. I trust you completely you are my best friend. I was just so surprised to wake up naked in your arms, with your penis pressed into me... I didn't know what to think. I should not have accused you though. Please forgive me," she begged.

I pulled her close to me and gave her a tight squeeze. I started getting hard again just imagining that perfect naked body under the sheets next to me. God how I loved the feel of her soft warm flesh snuggled tight against me, her breasts pressed hard against my chest. I stroked her hair as my cock bumped against her lower stomach. We were going to be so happy together. I wanted to do it then, to roll over on her and fuck her, to claim her as my own. But I knew the timing wasn't quite right. She was still getting over Ron, and would need a friend.

"I love you, you are my only real friend of course I forgive you, and I will always be there when you call, even if it is 2 o clock in the frickin' morning," I laughed. "Now how's about I get out of here and make breakfast before taking off."

I knew I would have to wait, but I did not mind waiting for Susan to realize we were in love. Yep things were looking up for a change.

The next two months were incredibly frustrating for me. Susan got over Ron in record time, she was back to her wonderful old self. We spent even more time together than we used to. Which at first was great, but I began to become concerned about Susan's inability to examine her true feelings for me. She still pretended we were just friends, good friends, best friends even; but just friends nonetheless. It could not be healthy to live in such a state of denial. Her body was reacting to me even if she could not admit it. She began touching me, laying her hand on my chest or arm when we talked. She would often hug me or kiss my cheek when I came over. Once or twice she even sat in my lap while we watched TV. Oh she pretended it was nothing, but I knew.

And I was worried.

Susan had already demonstrated that she was capable of irrational dangerous behavior when confronted with stress or shock. I needed to find a way to make Susan accept that she was in love with me.

Then it happened.

"Hey John, I can't make it to the arcade Saturday for your tournament. Billy that cute guy from accounting finally asked me out, god it has been so long, and he is so hot I can't wait," she giggled girlishly.

I have to admit it kind of pissed me off that she could disrespect my feelings so callously, so casually. I was not her fucking girlfriend. I was the man who loved her. I deserved to be treated better than this. I felt like smacking her into submission, like giving her something to giggle about.

Then I calmed down, as I realized what was really happening.

Susan was testing my love. She needed to know that I would do anything to have her, that she was the most important thing, the most precious thing to me. After Ron's betrayal she could not help herself. It is critical that you know your partner's quirks and personality shortcomings. I loved her all the more for her silly, manipulative ways.

How sad, how very sad. I could not allow the woman I love to throw herself at some loser like a dirty little whore/slut just to test my love, my loyalty. I had to stop this before Susan got hurt and regretted it. There was really only one thing I could do.

I would have to rape some sense into Susan. By the time I got through she would not want to go out with Billy or anyone else. I would destroy her and then slowly, tenderly-lovingly, I would help her rebuild, her life with me as her center. I had two days to plan before her disastrous date with Billy boy.

I want to make one thing perfectly clear. I do not advocate rape as a means of getting the girl you want. It is important that you exhaust all other alternatives first. I had a unique situation. I truly believed that Susan might endanger herself if she had another bad relationship. I knew in my heart that I was the only man who could bring her true happiness. I felt an obligation to do whatever it took to make the woman I loved happy, no matter how distasteful it would be to me. I certainly would not enjoy the sight of her stripped naked, spread and helpless, her tender cunt waiting to be rammed by my 8-inch fuck rod.

I would take no pleasure in the sound of my Susan begging, pleading for mercy, the noise of her gagging and choking on my dick. The smell of fear, sweat, pussy juice and sperm would bring me no delight but I could see that there was no other choice. This rape would cause me as much pain or more than it would her. I would probably have nightmares for days after and let's face it if discovered I could go lose my job, my reputation, and even go to jail. I'd have to be crazy to go through with it; except for one thing. I loved her. I would not shirk my duties as her best friend and lover. Susan needed me, and she was going to get me.

I had never planned a rape before, but I must say it sure helps if you have a key to the apartment and know the schedule of the woman you are raping. In retrospect it was pretty easy. I dressed in all black, added a black ski mask and gloves, and 4 inch lifts to my shoes. I washed my hair with Strawberry & Apple Blossom conditioner, and put on half a bottle of a strong cologne to disguise my scent. I drove to Susan's apartment at 2 in the morning and let myself in.

As I entered her bedroom I pulled a large knife out of my rape kit. Susan looked so cute, so peaceful laying there wrapped in her sheet and comforter. I slowly pulled them off and was treated to marvelous sight, my innocent little girl slept in the nude! It was so frustrating, I wanted to make love to her so bad but I could not be her gentle lover tonight. No Susan's inability to admit to our love was forcing me to be a Rapist, to risk everything. I felt my anger begin to build. How could she be so selfish? It was time to teach my pretty little slut a lesson. I turned the light on.

"Wake up Bitch!" I growled in the harsh, gravelly, snarl I had practiced.

"Hmm wha, whas going on?" she mumbled as she slowly became aware of her situation.

"You sure are one tasty looking piece of pussy meat, I am going to enjoy you very much. If you want to live you will do everything I say. You may speak but if you scream even once you die, understand cunt?" I demanded.

Susan was fully awake now. She looked at the 6' 6" monster dressed all in black, and even though she could not see my face beneath the ski mask, she knew there was no mercy written on it, there would be no talking her way out of it. Her eyes focused on the 12-inch razor sharp knife that I was holding and the light slowly faded from her eyes, a dull resignation settled on her face. There was no escape.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want... just don't kill me..." she begged.

"That's a very healthy attitude little whore. Now would you like to suck on my cock?"

"Um yes sir," she said in a small voice.

"Then I guess you better ask for it like a nice little girl."

Susan looked as if she was going to cry. My proud little angel did not want to suck her Rapist's cock at all; never mind begging for the privilege. But she was scared, scared enough to obey.

"May I please have your cock sir I'll do a good job on it."

"Are you a dirty cum sucker? Do you want a drink of my spunk bitch, Well then meow like a pussy for it. I want you to sing the meow mix song for the privilege of sucking on me."

Susan did cry then at the humiliation, she seemed shocked at the unnecessary cruelty. Then she began to sing, slowly hesitantly at first but she did it.

"Me...oww meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow...."

I pulled my half hard dick out and walked over to the bed. I motioned for her to kneel. I held the back of her head and began rubbing my cock in her hair, against her nose, and back and forth across her eyes before I slipped it in her unwilling mouth.

"Suck that cock you dirty little bitch, suck it good. "

Susan started slowly licking and sucking the tip of my dick. Every once in a while I took it out and slapped her in the face with it. Then I made her work to recapture it, keeping it just out of range, before letting her suck it in again. Her mouth was so warm and wet that I was soon completely erect. I established a rhythm inside of her, gradually going deeper and harder. She tried to keep up but could not. She began to whimper as she tried to catch her breath. When I forced myself into her throat she started choking and gagging, her arms flailed about I knew I was about to come at the sight of her pain. I did not want to come just yet so I stopped.

"All right bitch since you obviously do not know how to please me with your mouth I'll show you how it's done. Get on the bed and lie on your stomach."

I reached in my kit and pulled out same masking tape for her eyes and wrapped it around several times.

"If you see my face I'll have to kill you, this is for your protection," I snarled.

When I was sure she could not see I pulled the ski mask off. There was Susan's juicy little ass sticking on the bed before me. I had to have a taste. I quickly removed my clothes and got on the bed with her. I grabbed an ass cheek in both hands and began roughly mashing and rolling it around, she was a perfect fit. I bent down to her crack and slowly stuck my tongue deep in her asshole. I wormed and wiggled my way deep inside Susan, as she writhed and gyrated on the bed. It was clear to me that she enjoyed the wetness of it, the warmth of it.

"Does that feel good slut, do you want me to lick and suck your tiny little pussy too? Well I'm not. It's time for you to make a decision, do you want me to ram your tight wet ass, or your hot, steaming cunt?"

Susan was confused by the question, was I still playing the game of forcing her to answer like a slut? Was I really giving her a choice?

"It does feel good, I admit it, but please stop now before it goes any further. I promise I won't press charges if you leave now. Please don't do this don't make me choose," she whimpered prettily.

"OK you win I'll choose for you. I choose BOTH!"

I quickly spread her ass apart and stuffed my cock in. It was a tight fit and Susan had to bury her face in the bed to avoid crying out. I wrapped my hands around her breasts and played wither her sweet, heavy tits. I pounded into Susan as hard and as deep as I possibly could. It was wild, the whole time I was licking and nibbling on her back, pinching and pulling her breasts, and fucking and slamming the living shit out of her plump, little ass. I knew I could not last much longer, and I wanted to fuck Susan's cunt, I had waited long enough for her to admit that she was mine. It was time. I pulled out of her ass with a sticky little plop, and rolled her over on her back. As we talked I licked and suckled at her breast.

"Ok you little cock-slut. I am almost through with you. Did you enjoy yourself, do you want me to go or should I stay longer?"

Susan knew what I wanted her to say, what she had to say to keep her Rapist calm.

"No please don't go, stay with me longer."

"Are you saying that you want me to fuck you, that you are eager to spread your legs wide and offer yourself, for a vicious fucking, you WANT this?" I said in a tone of disbelief, while pointing to my fat cock-meat.

Make no mistake, Susan did not want to surrender her pussy to me. She knew I would not be gentle. She was breathing heavily and sweating visibly. She was just too scared to say no.

"Please fuck me, my pussy is yours I am just a little slut, you know what is best for me. I only want to please you. Do whatever you want to me, only please don't hurt me," she babbled in fear and resignation.

"Sit up slut. I want to taste your mouth. Suck on my tongue...oh that's it, so sweet, so fucking good. Now, feed me your tits, damn your nipples are so hard. You love this don't you. What a fucking cum/slut. Ok then, if you need me that bad, I'm ready. I won't make you wait any longer I can see you are getting impatient. Open your legs, and put my dick inside you. You realize I am going to make you pregnant, and I will probably give you herpes as well. But if you need my filthy, big dick so badly slut who am I to stop you, go ahead whore put it in."

Slowly she wrapped her legs around me, her whole body shaking, and gently guided me to the entrance of her moist pussy. I mashed my dick against her clit and all around her lower lips. I teased her until I could smell her, until I could see her juices slickened my dick. Then I allowed her to guide me inside. My thick dick was barely half in and Susan was showing signs of discomfort. Her tiny hands were trembling and she looked like she was about to cry from shame, from pain.

"Please, be gentle, oww! Slower you are too big," Susan said and started to cry. I knew this would be the only time I could fuck Susan anyway I wanted to. After tonight we would not be fucking, we would be making love. Frankly I am a man and I just could not pass up the chance to fuck her hard and fast and brutal, until she begged for mercy.

Her cries only made me want to hurt her more, to pound her even harder, to rip her. I am not proud of it but a part of me wanted to see her blood dripping down her thighs mixed with my cum and her fuck fluid. A part of me was laughing each time I thrust harder and deeper, as I felt her body tremble and shake and twist, as she recoiled from my touch in fear and revulsion I felt strong and powerful and in complete control.

"Tell me that you love me, and hug me tight."

"I ...lu uh oww ve you uhh," Susan said as I ripped her pussy apart, and she held me close to her heart.

"Beg me to fuck your ass again."

Susan could not believe it, she thought it was almost over. She had been keeping her sanity by waiting for me to cum, get off her and leave.

"No god no, please I can't take any more. What did I ever do to you, please just stop and let me go. I'd... I'd rather die than let you do this anymore, you'll have to kill me," Susan sobbed uncontrollably. She looked so silly lying there naked, my dick pistoning in and out, her tits shaking in time to my fucks, and tape covering her eyes. She actually thought she had a say in what was going to happen here. I loved her but sometimes she could be a little slow to catch on. I quickly grabbed some more tape and covered her mouth. Then I pulled out of her cunt and flipped her over on her stomach again.

"You don't tell me what to do bitch, I own this ass," I said as I peeled her cheeks apart again, I lifted myself off the bed and power fucked my cock deep into her ass for 7 strokes.

Susan struggled wildly in her attempts to buck me off, her muffled screams were delightful to hear and made me more excited. Her ass muscles were clamping down on me so hard it actually hurt. I pulled out and my dick was a slimy brown color.

"You dirty whore, you made a mess on my cock. Oh well I guess you'll just have to clean it up."

I quickly ripped the tape off that was covering her mouth and shoved my dick deep into her throat. Susan's tongue and saliva gently cleaned me. I fucked her mouth 4 or 5 times and then I started to come. Susan was choking on my cock and cum, her arms were clawing at my shirt. I was lost in my orgasm and was at peace. I did not notice anything until I realized she was not moving. I pulled out then. For a few moments I could not find a pulse, or see her chest move. I thought she was dead. Finally I saw her breathe. thank God!

It was time to go.

I laid Susan on the floor and wrapped tape around her mouth, arms, and legs, so she could not quickly escape or get help. I then got dressed, cleaned the room, and took the bed sheets to the washing machine. I took a squeeze bottle full of soap, alcohol, and water out of my rape kit and inserted it in Susan's pussy. I watched as the solution washed away all DNA evidence. I gently kissed Susan's forehead, fondled her tits for a moment and went home to wait for her call.

Around 6am the phone rang.

"John could you come over right away something really bad happened to me last night, I, I, was ruh- raped. Please come John I am scared to be alone," Susan said in a small-deflated voice.

"Oh my god Susan are you alright? I am so sorry this happened to you baby. I'll be right there. Just hold on."

When I got there she was wearing a large robe and her hair was still wet from the hour-long shower she had taken. I took her in my arms and we had a good cry together. We talked it over and I held her as she told me all of the disgusting things that had been done to her as if she were talking about someone else. I just kept stroking her hair and squeezing her tight through the bad parts. After discussing the pros and cons she decided not to get the police and the press involved. She just wanted to put this all behind her. I told her how proud I was of her, how much I admired her decision. We were both very concerned that this asshole had gotten into her apartment so easily. I was worried that he might be the kind of sick pervert who would fixate on her and keep coming back.

"John what am I going to do, my god you're right what if he comes back."

"Well you could move in with family or a girlfriend for a while...or well you know you can stay with me."

"John I don't have any girlfriends close enough to stay with, and my parents are going through a messy divorce. If I move back there I loose my job and am stuck in a miserable situation. So... if you are serious I'd really be grateful if I could stay with you for a while. I'd sure feel safer."

"You can stay with me as long as you like, but Susan there is something we have to talk about first. I only have one bedroom which I don't mind sharing. I know the timing is lousy, but well I have to be honest with you if you are going to stay with me. Susan I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I have tried to be just friends, and I would never pressure you or rush you. It's just that if we are living together, and sharing a bed I don't want to lie to you. I won't be able to hide it. I love you and I want to make a life with you. I want to take care of you and protect you for the rest of my life. I can wait until you are ready but I had to tell you. Do you still want to live with me?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"John I had no idea you felt this way. I don't deserve you. You are always here for me. The things he made me do I... am not the woman you think I am. I feel so cheap and slutty. John I... I came when he was licking my ass, my Rapist made me cum. I am not clean anymore. I don't think I will ever be clean enough again. But if you let me I'd like to stay with you. I'll try to let you love me, and to let myself love you if I can. That's the best I can do for now."

"That is good enough for me, for now. We have the rest of our lives to forget about last night. I promise to make you happy if you'll just give me a chance."

Well that's our story. It was not easy coaxing Susan out of her shell. It took a long time before she was capable of loving herself enough to love me. The first night we made love was slow and tender and gentle, as was the second and third nights. The fourth time she asked me to do everything the Rapist had done to her, to give her back control of her sex. I was of course very reluctant to hurt her, but she insisted and as always I could not say no to her. Hearing the meow mix song again was very special to me.

She thanked me when we were through, kissed me softly and told me she loved me for the first time. A month later I proposed, and she accepted. We have been married now for a year and a half. Susan told me today that we are two months pregnant. So I ask you did I really do anything wrong by raping Susan? Did I cause her any lasting pain? The happiness that I have given far outweighs one night of discomfort, doesn't it?

We are young, married and in love, with a baby on the way. All because I did not give up on the woman I love. Rape has been very good to me. I am living proof that if you love someone, you should never give up. I hope to have a little girl that I can love as much as I love her mother. We'll see...

AFTERWORD

I was looking through a list of the story codes the other day and decided to try and merge two that have no business going together. Usually I can be something of a moron, but this time I decided to be an oxymoron, by combining romance and rape. Sometimes it is fun to blur the lines between right and wrong, good and evil. But I do know the difference. Rape is good and love is evil... um wait a minute that is not right, love is good rape is right, I mean correct, oh shit I really had it straight a minute ago.

What I am trying to say is this is just a fucking story, so it is not all that important that I understand subtle concepts like good and evil. As long as I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality, I can have fun in my sick, perverted little world, and even invite all of you over for a visit. The minute I cross the line and try any of this shit in the real world please, please put a bullet in me, and bury me in my best blue suit.

Monica for president! Damn she looks hot lately (and juicy, and wet, and oh so tasty. Mmmm..) There, now I can rest easy.

The End