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His
orgasming cock was so intense as it throbbed, expanding and
contracting, pumping hot black juice into her gullet, she thought
her engorged throat would burst. But then she felt the throbbing
subside and eventually stop, and he pulled out letting her head go.
George let go of her tits and Michelle fell to the floor clutching
her throat with one hand as she coughed and gagged up sperm. She
clutched with the other hand her ravaged and mutilated blood covered
breasts feeling the metallic objects still penetrated through her
nipples. "Thanks, bitch," they yelled to her as they walked away.
"Great fuck." "You're better than any whore |
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Michelle lay there a while waiting to be sure they were gone. She
pushed her body up onto the bench and rested again. She could still
taste the last man's sperm in her mouth. Her throat was so sore
being stretched so much and she could feel sperm still seeping from
her asshole. She touched the clips in her breasts. It hurt so much
she didn't know how she could remove them without inflicting more
pain to herself. But she quickly bent the clip and slipped it back
through her nipple while she whimpered to herself. Then she slipped
the other clip from her other breast. A small hole remained in each
nipple with blood trickling from them. Then she slowly pushed the
clip out of her bloody cunt flesh. She sat there in a daze, mentally
reliving the horror she had just gone through |
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The
truth finally got Laura's attention. She didn't know how long she
had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn't get
herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing?
They were too tight and she didn't have a chance, making the key fit
in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she
could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she
had gagged herself with a ball-gagharness before cuffing her wrists
behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but
she obviously was wrong! She looked at herself in the mirror, and
what she saw was quite exciting, after all; Glossy, shoulderlong,
blond hair, big, round and firm breasts with stiff nipples.
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Her torso was wrapped up
in a tight corset; revealing her timeglass-shaped figure. Her long
and slender legs were covered in shiny, seamed ,black
nylonstockings, held up by garters from her corset. And, of course,
she had her black patent-leather high-heels on. She sure was a sight
for sore eyes, and that flimsy little g-string barely covering her
shaved pussy was already wet, she noticed. This was supposed to be
her "self-bondage"night, where she could dream about being a damsel
in distress, but she had only made a fool of herself. What should
she do now? |
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She had been into bondage
for as long as she could remember. When she was a teen, she always
wanted to be an Indian, tied-up to a tree, when they were playing
cowboys and Indians. And she always got a tingling sensation when
she saw movies where people got tied-up or hand-cuffed. Later in her
early teens, she discovered that bondage was erotic, and she often
masturbated, dreaming about being roped-up by strong male-hands. Her
father had been a big and brutal motorcycle-cop and he always used
to wear shiny leather-boots and breeches, and she found his outfits
very sexy. She knew that her parents were into kinky stuff.
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She used to sneak up to
their bedroom-door at nights, listening to their love-making. The
sounds coming from their room, sure made her horny. She figured that
her mother was somehow tied-up and gagged, while her father was
fucking her and slapping her around. She guessed that they lived in
a b&d-relationship, where her father was the dominant and her mother
the submissive. Her mother almost never spoke, unless spoken to,
when her dad was at home, and she was always wearing stockings and
short skirts. She had also told Laura that women should wear this
stuff, always! So, Laura grew up with the idea that stockings and
skirts were part of every girls wardrobe. She didn't mind, because
pants were uncomfortable, after all. |
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One
day, when she was all by herself, she sneaked in to her father's den
in the basement, although she knew it was forbidden, and searched
for something that could prove her parents kinky needs for bondage.
And she found what she was looking for. Lots of bondage-magazines,
films and paraphernalia; gags, cuffs, whips, rope and clamps. She
sat down and browsed through the magazines in a dizzy state of mind,
horny as hell. She tried the gags and the nipple-clamps and she had
her first violent orgasm right there. She then knew that she was a
submissive, longing for tight bondage. |
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Not long after this, her
parents died in a car-accident, and she didn't have any siblings, so
she collected the insurance-money, sold the house and moved to
another city to start a new and exciting life. She was rich and
free, and only brought with her all the bondage-stuff, her father's
boots and of course, lots of sexy lingerie. She had bought herself
this apartment and was actually quite happy with her life as a
student. She had no close friends and at the age of 21 still hadn't
had a boyfriend, because they bored her. She needed a master, but
she was too afraid to end up with the wrong guy, so she mostly
stayed home and dreamed instead. She was no virgin, because she used
dildoes on herself when she masturbated. She even fucked herself in
the ass from time to time. But, she hadn't been fucked yet by the
real thing. |
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She sighed and tried to
make some intelligible words from behind her gag, but only these
"mmmph..mmmph"-sounds escaped her aching mouth. She had to get some
help, but how and where? She didn't know any of her neighbors, but
she had been talking occasionally to this guy next door. Mr.
Henderson, she believed was his name, and he looked nice enough.
Perhaps he could help her out of this ridiculous situation. She knew
that he was single, in his early forties, and he was quite a hunk,
good-looking and strong, although there was something with his eyes,
the way he was looking her all over when they met. It was as if he
could see right into her, reading her mind. And this always made her
blush and look down. Well, maybe she was wrong. He probably was a
nice guy, willing to help a damsel in distress, after all. She
finally decided to knock on his door, but she would have to be
careful so that nobody else could see her like this... |
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Meanwhile, Mr. Henderson,
Bob, was sitting in his living-room, watching his new bondage-video.
He had a throbbing hard-on in his leather-pants and he loved this
new film. The bitch in tight bondage was so beautiful in her
lingerie and the sounds she frantically was making from behind her
ball-gagged mouth was music to his ears. She also looked much like
that bitch next door, Laura something. He had been dreaming about
tying her up since the day she moved in to her apartment. She had
that little submissive look you rarely found in sluts today. They
mostly were arrogant and snotty teasers who should have been whipped
into obedience. He had been a bondage-enthusiast for a long time. |
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That probably was the
main reason for not being married. He just couldn't fix the idea of
having a bitchy wife running loose in ugly dresses, giving him
commands and polluting the air with giggling and stupid talk. He
preferred women bound and gagged. But he hadn't yet had the courage
to advertise in his magazines for a slave. Well, maybe it now was
time to do something about it, before he went crazy. Maybe he should
ask that bitch, Laura, if she wanted to go out and have dinner with
him, the next time he saw her. And then, perhaps gradually, tell her
about his bondage-ideas. Well......What was that sound? He turned
the volume down on his TV. and listened. Yeah, there it was again.
Someone was knocking on his door. Why didn't they use the bell? For
the third time he heard the sound, and with an anger, he went to the
door. Fortunately he had installed a peeping-hole so that he could
see who was out there, before he opened the door. You couldn't be
too careful these days. |
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He quickly unlocked the
door and hauled her in to his apartment, before he checked if
someone had seen anything. Nobody out there, good! He locked the
door, and turned to take a better look at his unexpected gift. It
wasn't a dream, she was there for real. She was trying to tell him
something from behind her gag. She sure was beautiful. His raging
hard-on was almost bursting his pants. He didn't want to ungag her,
but he would have to, at least for a little while. So, he led her in
to the living-room and sat her down on the sofa. Fortunately he had
stopped the movie, before he had gone to the door, so she couldn't
have any ideas about foul play, could she? He had to act concerned,
just in case this was some sort of prank. He had to get some
information out of her, so he unbuckled the gag, and it went out
slimy and nice with a popping sound. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Henderson,
for doing that. I have been gagged for a long time now, and it sure
was good to get my jaws back again. Now, could you please uncuff me
too. I have the key in my left hand." Laura said relieved. |
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Brenda put on the last of her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror. It was the night of her anniversary, and she wanted to be perfect for her husband.
She was wearing a short white nightie that covered her size 22 frame. She checked the tan pantyhose she was wearing for runs. Not that it mattered: her husband would rip through them as soon as he saw her.
It was her anniversery gift to him. She found out early in their marriage that she could not dress for work around him. As soon as she slid on her hosiery, her husband was on her. Not that she minded, it just made her late for work.
She looked up at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until her husband came home...
At that moment, Brenda's husband was out cold, bound and gagged in the trunk of their car. The Man who had do so was in the driver's seat, on his way to Brenda.
The Man had seen Brenda at a local market and had been following her for almost two months. She had become an obsession to him. A sexy big girl with huge breasts, she had never been alone for more than thirty minutes. That thirty minutes was the time before her husband came home. Not enough time to properly make her his Rape Victim.
So he had taken the direct route. He had waylaid her husband as he headed to his car after work. A pop in the back of the head with a towel wrapped tire iron--he didn't want to kill him--tied him with duct tape and dropped him into the trunk. Now he would have plenty of time with Brenda.
Brenda saw her husband's car pull up. She quickly went to the front door and unlocked it. She left a note on the floor for him to meet her in the bedroom and went to wait for him.
She heard the door open and then slam. Ten minutes passed. No hubby. A small nervous shiver passed through her. She got up off the bed and stepped out of the bedroom.
A hand covered Brenda's mouth and a knife was pressed to her throat.
"Behave, Fuck Toy and I won't kill you. Understand?"
"Please don't hurt me. Please..." Brenda stammered, her eyes on the knife pressing against her throat.
"Good." The Man kissed Brenda's neck. "I am going to enjoy making you My Rape Victim, Brenda."
"How...do you know.." Brenda swallowed in fear and shock. He knew her. If he knew her then he knew...
"My husband will be home soon," said Brenda with as much courage as she could muster.
The Man pressed his hand between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit through her pantyhose.
"Your husband is "tied" up right now, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda struggled.
" What happen to my husband?" she demanded.
"Nothing...yet. If you are a good Fuck Toy, you'll get to see him again. Now spread those big legs, Fuck Toy."
Brenda started to cry, but she obeyed.
"Please stop. Why are doing this to me? "
The Man kissed the back of Brenda's neck, pressed down on her clit with his fingers, and began to rub faster.
"To make you my Rape Victim, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda cried out as the Man's rubbing took control of her. She felt herself getting wet. Her body getting warm. The Man's kisses on her neck were touching the right spots...
"Please stop...don't rape me...don't hurt me...AHHH!"
Brenda screamed as she came for the Man. The Man could feel her wetness on his fingers.
Shame filled Brenda. She had cum for this...rapist.
The Man kissed Brenda tenderly on the neck again, then grabbed her by the hair.
Brenda cried out as her roughly dragged her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. The Man climbed on top of her and put the knife to her throat.
"Be good as I make you my Rape Victim. I will hurt you, then you can get to watch as I finish off your husband. Understand?"
"Yes..Yes. I'll be good. Just don't hurt me."
The Man ran his hands ove Brenda's huge breasts.
"What size are the titties, Fuck Toy?"
"44 F"
"Yes, so big and sexy."
The Man slit open the front of Brenda's nightie and began to suck and bite her nipples.
"Put your arms over your head, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Sobbing Brenda obeyed. She cried out as The Man cruely bit both her nipples.
The Man kissed down Brenda's belly to her thighs.
"Spread your legs wide, Fuck Toy."
Like an obedient pet, Brenda obeyed. The Man used the tip of his knife to slice open the crotch of her pantyhose. He started to rub her clit again with his thumb.
"Please stop. Please don't rape me...Please," she begged.
The Man smiled, and plunged his stiff cock into Brenda. Brenda screamed.
The Man lay his body on top of Brenda, wrapped his arms around her upperbody, and slammed his cock in and out of Brenda.
"Wrap your big legs around me, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Slowly the Man felt Brenda's nylon covered legs on his sides. He then raped her with quicker strokes. He could hear Brenda's sobbing as he made her his Rape Victim. Heard her struggle for air as his weight of his body cut off her breathing.
"Can't..breathe..please stop.." rasped Brenda.
The Man didn't hear her. He was lost in his new Fuck Toy. And when he came inside her, it was with a final stroke that used every ounce of strength he had. It illicted a strangled scream from his newest Rape Victim: Brenda Fuck Toy.
When the Man pushed himself off of his Rape Victim's body, he found that Brenda had passed out. Which was fine for him because it made his next task easier.
Using duct tape, he bound Brenda's wrists together. He then took a piece of cord and tied her bound wrists to the headboard of her bed.
Taking two more pieces of cord, tied one end to her ankles, then he tied off the other end to the headboard. Brenda's ankles were now up and behind her head. She was spread and helpless before him.
The Man climbed between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit. Brenda slowly woke, then panicked.
"Please untie me. I'll be good. PLEASE YOU ARE HURTING ME."
The Man looked at Brenda and continued to rub her clit.
"You are my Rape Victim now, Brenda Fuck Toy. I am giving you a lesson in what that means."
The Man continued to rub Brenda's clit as the realization of what had happen flooded over her. She sobbed as he assulted her clit again. Her legs and arms ached.
And her pussy was getting wet.
That made Brenda cry harder. That she could get excited for a Man who probably killed her husband and was still brutally raping her.
"Please...don't make me...not again..I can't..OH GOD IAM CUMMING..."
Brenda's body shook as her orgasm took her. The pleasure mixed with the shame were an assualt on her senses.
The Man smiled down on his Rape Victim. Forcing his Fuck Toys to cum was the second thing he loved about creating his Rape Victims.
Time for Number One on that list.
He smiled at Brenda and tenderly touched her face.
"Now time for your last lesson Rape Victim. One you will never forget."
The Man tore another piece of duct tape and put it over Brenda's mouth. Brenda's eyes went wide with fear.
The Man slid his cock into Brenda's wet pussy. Slow delibrate strokes.
"I know you like this, Rape Victim," he said pumping in and out of her," but I am going to show you what being a Rape Victim really means."
The Man pulled out of Brenda, and placed the tip of his cock on Brenda's anus. Brenda shook her head. Screamed into her gag. Struggled against her bonds. Anywhere but there. NO. NO. NO.
The Man slowly pushed into Brenda's anus. He could her muffled screams as he took her last piece of dignity.
"This is what it means, Rape Victim: your ass is mine."
He plunged into Brenda's ass with a hard, brutal final stroke,and proceeded to sodomize her.
Brenda screamed for the first part of her ass rape, but ran out of energy. She final went limp and let the Man finish with her. She was just his Rape Victim now. His Fuck Toy. Nothing else.
The Man pounded Brenda's ass and let out a scream of triumphant as his filled her ass with his cum. He pulled out and watched as his cum leaked out of his newest Rape Victim's ass.
He left a catatonic Brenda still tied on the bed. He found her cell phone and drove their car about five miles away. He called the police to tell them they could now find Brenda Fuck Toy tied to her bed. His Seventh Rape Victim.
He tosse d the phone into his Rape Victim's car, walked a block to where he had parked his own vehicle, and went home to take a long hot shower... |
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