Message-ID: <4774eli$9710102321@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: forceme@bigfoot.com (Imma Scared) Subject: STORY: Confession (M/F rape NC) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: (Note from Imma: This is a story written for me by a fan! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, especiaally since he promises another installment!) Confession by Cougar Summer is always a fun time. Women dress sexier, with shorts, short skirts and dresses. No jackets, usually, which means I can spot the women who have small breasts. Yeah, I'm funny that way. Big breasts turn me off and small ones turn me on. Live with it, I've had to. Well, there was this one chick, Dawn. She may not be a poster girl, but she does have small breasts and she lives near my building, so I get to see her often. She didn't seem to see me keeping tabs on her, either. I'd followed her to her place and even knew which apartment she lived in. I'd watched her cute baby-face and small tits all summer long, imagining what she would feel like in my arms. So why didn't I ask for a date? Well, guys that look like me aren't exactly the movie-star looking dudes who have an easy time with that. When you reach 6'6" at age 15 you sort of feel odd as an adolescent. Being overweight and having nicknames in High School like "Bull" and "Big Foot" don't help any. So I'm shy, got it? In my little scouting expeditions of Dawn's place I discovered that she left her windows up when she went to work. That's just about a necessity unless you want to come home to an oven or have heavy-duty air conditioning. Nothing but a screen separated her apartment from the fire escape. So, I think...why not? I want her and she doesn't have a guy or a girl. Yeah, she might even get into it, especially once she's had my big cock in her. So one afternoon I get on some coveralls and a tool belt to make me look like your average building maintenance or repair guy. I pull on a ball cap to hide my features a bit with my long hair up under the cap. I get to her building and go up the fire escape, pull out a screwdriver and have the screen popped in from her window in seconds flat. The opposite building had no windows looking over this side and no one was screaming from any of the other apartments about my entering this way. Once inside I put the screen back real neatly. I take a look around. Your average single woman's apartment with cute knick-knacks, a plant that might could use some better care, copies of women's magazines on the coffee table. I head for the bedroom. Naughty-naughty. Dawn doesn't make up her bed before going to work. A small double with rumpled sheets and pillows piled for just one head. Her closet doors are closed so I take a look in there. Just your standard array of women's clothes on hangers and shoes on the floor. I push some of the clothes and shoes to the side to make room for someone of my bulk in the closet then check her dresser. I locate her lingerie in the top drawer. Nylons and bras and panties and a slip or two. Nothing risqui. I grab a couple of the nylons for my own use later on and stuff them into the tool belt. I check my watch and see that she is due in a few minutes. I take a look around, make sure I've not done anything to leave a warning and then hide in the closet. I don't have long to wait. Dawn is pretty predictable. I hear her come in, putting stuff away in the kitchenette. Then I hear her steps entering the bedroom. I make my move, catching her completely by surprise as I open the closet door and leap at her. Now, imagine you are in your home and suddenly something the relative size of your refrigerator comes at you from out of your very own closet. You freeze or you run. Dawn froze. I was on her before she could recover and get to the run stage. I aimed a single, hard slap at her face. It knocked her over and she tumbled onto the unmade bed. I dived down on top of her. She fell face up, so I came down on top of her, knocking some of the wind from her. "What are you doing! Who are you!" she said, when she could get her breath. By this time I had her wrists in front of her and one of her nylons wrapped around them. I didn't say anything right away, looking to finish the knot to hold her wrists together. "Let me go!" "Oh, I might, if you are any good. Otherwise, teacher will have to keep his little girl after class for tutoring!" I chuckled. "I'll scream!" I put my huge hand to her little, baby doll chin, holding it to make her look into my eyes. "You probably will scream, from pleasure, slut." Hey, this town isn't known for helping people in trouble. If she got too loud I could always slap her some more. "Please, don't do this to me." She said, starting to look scared. "Little darlin', I got a big load of come built up in my balls and I'm gonna let you have it in any way I want to. Now, you be a good girl and I'll make sure you enjoy it, too." I said to her. She had to try and fight. Well, there isn't a lot she could do that I couldn't counter. She tried to get off the bed, but I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her body back down. She tried to twist away, so I grabbed her blouse by the front and ripped the buttons clean off of it. The fight was actually making me hotter, as was the size of her small breasts under her bra. I decided I wanted to see them, NOW. I grabbed her bra and pulled. Elastic is tough, but I have the strength to do nearly anything I want, so the material started giving way, spilling her breasts out for my view. "Yeah, baby, tiny tits, just like I love!" "Please, mister, don't hurt me....." she was beginning to get worried. That was a good sign. "I'll do whatever I please. All you have to do, little Dawn, is make not hurting you my pleasure." I said, rubbing my huge hands over her breasts and nipples. They were beginning to get hard, which could have been fear or it could have been...pleasure. "Don't, please!" I took her nipples in my fingers and put a little pressure on them. Not enough to hurt a lot, but enough to let her know I could make them hurt a lot. "That's not what I want to hear, Dawn. I want to hear you beg me to suck on them." "No, OH!" She had started to tell me no, but that isn't what I want to hear. I applied pressure to both nipples, still not more than a hint of what I could be doing, but enough to get her attention. "Say 'please suck my little titties, sir'" I prompted. "Please suck on my little tittles,...sir!" She said, getting it right this time. Reluctantly, I let her nipples go so my mouth could have some fun, now that it had been invited. I pulled her bound wrists over her head and placed my bearded mouth over her left nipple, sucking and licking like a starving man on ice cream. I sucked that nipple until it was totally hard, then bent to her right nipple, teasing it with the edges of my teeth. She wasn't silent during this, making small noises of protest that actually were making my cock harder inside the coveralls. I rubbed the bulge of my cock against her hips, letting her get a feel for the size of it. She began to cry a little, knowing for sure what was coming. As much as I love small breasts for looking and for feeling and for sucking, they just aren't pussy, so my cock was calling for some attention. I hadn't worn underwear so it was fully extended down the left leg of the coveralls and demanding some freedom of exploration action. I took the other nylon from the belt and tied her already bound wrists to the headboard of her own bed. I stood beside the bed and took off the tool belt and unzipped the coveralls. She could see all of fat, hair me, right down to a nine-inch long, thick cock. I gave my old friend a stroke or two as I looked at her getting a look at me. A drop of pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock and I wiped it off with a finger tip and brought it to her lips. Dawn turned her head away. I grabbed her chin again with the other hand and pulled it back to make her look at me, then I rubbed the pre-cum coated fingertip over her lips. "A whole lot more where that came from, little slut." "I am not a slut!" she said, the words like she were spitting on me. "You will be if you don't want to be hurt." I said, taking a pair of paramedic shears from the tool belt. I used those to cut her skirt from hem to waist. Another fun thing about summer is fewer women wear pantyhose, as Dawn had on only a pair of white panties under the skirt. "Spread your legs." I ordered. Whether she was thinking about still fighting or just slow, I don't know, but she didn't follow through right away. I grabbed her knees and yanked her legs wide, kneeling on the bed between them. I then put two fingers right on her pussy through the panties. "No!" She cried. "Yes...Yes....Yes!" I replied. I started rubbing her pussy through the panties, pushing firmly on the lips, moving up to caress where her clit would be hidden in their folds. I brought the shears back into play and cut the panties on each side of the crotch, then pulled the useless bit of material away. Dawn's pussy was now bare to my cock and me. It was almost as cute as her small tits. I grabbed her ankles and bent her legs back towards her chest, then crept forward till my cock lay on top of her exposed pussy lips. Oh, the feeling of her warm flesh against the underside of my hard cock was so good! I thrust my hips forward, rubbing the length of my shaft over her pussy lips, letting her feel what would soon be sliding deep into her. "Please..." she started to say something. "You had better be begging me to fuck you hard, slut." I interrupted her, reminding her who was in control. "P-please...fuck me...hard, oh, god!" Tears were falling from her eyes. I pulled back so that my cock nestled at the entrance to her pussy. "You want it, slut, beg me for it again." "Please fuck me hard!" I gave her what she asked for. God, she was tight and not very wet, yet. I felt my cock being pressed between my body and hers, but it couldn't go into mine so it slowly pushed into her. The friction of her pussy as the big head of my cock spread and shouldered its way into her hurt me a little, but it hurt her even more. She was crying, both from the shame and the pain of my raping her little cunt. I wasn't even half way in, though, so I shoved again, harder. The deeper I drove the wetter she was, so I kept going into her. The warmth of her cunt was all around my cock, making it throb, wanting more. Her muscles tightened around it, too, grasping at this invader into her intimate treasure. "That's good, little slut. Your pussy feels so good, Dawn!" "Oh, god it hurts!" she sobbed. "Yes it hurts, Dawn. It's the pain a little slut pussy needs, doesn't it? You want this pain in your pussy!" "No!" "Beg me to fuck you harder, slut, beg me to fill your pussy with hot come!" I guess she hoped that complying would mean me letting her go sooner. Or maybe she just wanted to say it. "Please, fuck me harder! Hurt me, fill me with hot come!" Whatever her motivation, her words combined with the feel of her hot cunt muscles milking me were driving my cock crazy. "I'm going to come inside you, slut, take it, take it all!" I drove deep, feeling the come boiling up through my cock and shooting inside her, making her feel more slippery inside. I groaned, then ground my hips against her, seeking to fill every inch of her with myself. I rested for a moment, allowing my own orgasm to subside. Then pumped her a little more with my cock as my first erection subsided. "That was a good start, slut. Now I'll make you feel good till I'm ready to take you again." With that said, I dipped my fingers into her sperm filled pussy and got a big glob of my own cock juice on my fingers. I rubbed this over her tiny breasts, again entranced by their small size. I paid special attention to rubbing the slick, thick come over her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. "You don't have to do this, please leave!" she started to beg. "No, I don't have to, little Dawn-slut, but I want to. I know that I have several more loads of come to fill your body with." "My boyfriend will be here in a few minutes!" She said, hoping I was ignorant of the facts. "You don't have a boyfriend. No one visits you at night and you don't go out much." I let her know that I knew her routine. I knew I had until the next morning before anyone would even know she wasn't going to be at work, not if I had my way. "I can change all that for you." I said. "What do you mean?" She said, fear in her voice. "I can make it so that you have a steady stream of hot and horny men here to take advantage of your oh, so cute body. Day and night!" "No!" I plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, deep. It was still over-flowing with my first load of thick come. I moved them in and out, slowly, letting the feeling sink into her, letting her body override her mind for a time. "Ah, little slut, but men love women who look like little girls. Didn't you know that? They especially love it when the little girl woman says 'No!' but is really getting off on it. Just like your own pussy got wet when I started fucking your tight pussy!" I said, letting my thumb start rubbing her clit in time to my finger-thrusts. "No! Please, stop this!" "I'll stop finger-fucking you when I feel like it. Like when I want to fuck your mouth or ass." She didn't want it to happen, but it started to, anyway. Her hips started to move with my thrusts. Her body was reacting. "Ever had a man in your asshole, slut?" "NO!" she said a horrified look on her face. "You will, tonight. How about a man shooting come in your throat? Ever tasted come?" "NO!" I pulled my sperm covered fingers from her dripping box and brought them to her mouth. She turned her head to the side. Not smart. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to face me. "Lick my fingers, or I can start making you feel an awful lot of pain, slut!" Her eyes held a look in the middle of fear, revulsion and something else. She put her tongue out and licked up a tiny taste of the come from my fingers. I watched her pull her tongue back in and waited for her to swallow. "More." I ordered, still holding her to face me. Again, she put out her tongue, this time she licked up a big glob of mixed sperm and pussy juice and brought it back into her mouth. This time, I saw some of the revulsion leave her eyes and the fear and the other look took over. "Open your mouth." She opened her mouth a little, and this time I pushed my fingers in. "Clean them." Her mouth started sucking and her tongue went to work. I thought to myself that her cupie-doll mouth would make a tight fit, but that tongue would make it worth it. I moved my fingers in and out slowly while she sucked, finger-fucking her mouth. The look of fear remained, making her baby-doll face all the cuter, while I realized that the other look that was warring with the fear was arousal. It increased while she was being mouth-fucked with my fingers. "You suck just fine, little slut. I'd love to see you suck and fuck several guys at once. You'd enjoy it, too, no matter what you say now. You love hard cock in that pussy, especially if it's forced in." The look of fear was coming back, but the arousal was winning out. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and pushed them back into her pussy. It was wetter than before! I slow-pumped her, my thumb once more rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and let out something between a sob and a moan of pleasure. "There, now, you are beginning to feel it, ain't ya? Feeling how good it can be to be a slut." I untied the nylon holding her to the headboard and took my fingers from within her. I pulled her by her bound hands off of the bed, to stand beside it. "Kneel." She looked like she knew what to expect, kneeling there in front of my naked body. I took her by the hair at the back of her head and began to rub my cock over her lips. They opened without further orders and my cock went into her mouth. I was soft, but her mouth was changing all of that, rapidly. She sucked and licked that cock like she was born to do it. I pulled her head back, till just the tip of it was in her mouth. She looked up at me, questioningly. God, what a sight! Her cute face with my cock poised right there in her mouth! I had to get a picture of this! I picked up the phone at her bedside and dialed a number from memory, pushing her mouth down over my hardening cock. "Hello, let me speak to Jerry. Yeah, Jerry, it's Chris. I have something I need your help with. Yes, your talents in the dark room and also your camera. In it for you? Why, just a lot of the sort of images you love, plus the use of the one you will be taking pictures of." Dawn heard this and started to say something or cry out. I pushed her head down over my cock, enjoying the feel of her voice trying to get out around my cock. I grinned down at her, where she was looking up at me again. "Oh, she's a hot one, Jerry. She wants to do both of us at once! Okay, seven will be fine. Here's the address..." I gave him Dawn's address, then hung up. My cock was rock hard again. I pulled it from Dawn's mouth and then made her stand up again with my grip on her hair. This time I wanted to watch her ass as I fucked her from behind. I made her kneel on the bed and bend over. "Spread your legs, slut." "Who is that you told to come here?" She asked. I slapped her ass once, then pushed her thighs apart. "Just someone who will enjoy you," I said, pushing my hard cock back into her pussy, "who will enjoy you as much as I am!" She groaned as my cock again was thrust hard within her already come-filled wet cunt. Her ass was a bit larger than her tits and face would make you think, but that's okay by me. I put my thumb to her asshole and started rubbing it, pushing gently. "Oh, god, no, not in there!" "Yes, in there, and anywhere else I want to put my fingers or my cock, slut. And you'll do the same for Jerry, too!" "Let me to, please!" "That's not what a slut like you should beg for. Beg me to fuck you harder. Beg me to fuck your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. Beg me to let Jerry fuck you!" "Oh, god..." I thrust hard against her, my cock feeling her muscles working around it, feeling her rocking back to meet me. Yeah, right, this bitch didn't want me! She was a hot fuck who just liked to be taken by force. That's okay by me. "Say it!" "Fuck me." "Again, beg for it, slut!" "Fuck me!" She said, more loudly, with more conviction. "Fuck you gentle, with a half-limp dick or hard, slut? How do you need to be fucked?" "Fuck me hard! Oh, GOD!" I may not have a busy social life, but I've felt a slut come on my cock before. The muscles all tighten down, making it difficult to slide in and out and Dawn's pussy had a wrestler's grip on mine. I shoved all the harder, forcing my cock in as deep as I could get into her tight box. The little slut was coming from getting raped and I loved being the one raping her! "That's a good little rape-whore, coming hard on a cock shoved deep into your pussy!" Dawn was silently sobbing, both in release and in humiliation, knowing the truth of my words. I wasn't done, yet and it being my second erection in less than an hour, I knew I wasn't very close to coming yet. I grabbed her hips, pounding her ass with my hips, driving deep on every thrust, trying to make my cock hurt her and pleasure her in every thrust. Her pussy was extra wet now, and had gone back to milking my cock for her own pleasure. "Oh, god it hurts!" She cried out. "Yes, it hurts, slut. It hurts so good, doesn't it? You love being hurt-fucked, don't you? A great big, hard cock is ramming your tight, sweet pussy. Not taking no for an answer. Making you hurt as it tears into your cunt." I said, reaching around her hips, my fingers finding her clit. It was hard, already. "No, please! I..." She realized what I was going to do. I was going to make her come again. "It isn't your choice, slut. It is MINE. I can do anything I want with you, including making you come like the little hot whore you really are!" Her reply was a groan of pleasure. Her hips were now hammering back at me. She wanted to come, no matter what her mouth was saying. I was doing the cunt a favor by raping her, letting her know what real pleasure is. "You are going to be my cock-slave, aren't you? You are going to do whatever I tell you, fuck anyone I tell you to. You are going to take cock in every hole and come on them all. You are my slut-slave!" Dawn came again, her cunt clamping harder still on my cock, my fingers strumming her clit. I couldn't take holding back by this point. "I'm coming in you again, slut. Your rapist is filling your hot, wet, tight pussy with his dirty come! Take it, slut!" She screamed in her orgasm. A mix of shame, humiliation and total, absolute ecstasy. The come boiled down my shaft, filling her already come filled box as I rammed down into her a final time, grinding my hips against her ass. God, it was good to be fucking this one! -- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Why shouldn't a woman like to read and write rape fantasies/stories? I am a woman, but I'll admit that I love rape fantasies. I love to imagine that I have been taken my force......Why should I be ashamed of that? And I rather find myself turned by men who fantasize about rape..... Fantasies harm no one. "here I wonder, if my fantasy were to become a reality: If a Totally bald man were to take me against my will, to punish my poor pussy with his powerful pistonlike prick, would I not find freedon and joy?" 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