Message-ID: <4843eli$9710141457@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: forceme@bigfoot.com (Imma Scared) Subject: RP: Raping Amy by Wiley06 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: I did write this story. I do not know where tere is more, or if there is more....I just know this man knows how to write!) Warning: This story describes a college coed getting raped in her dorm-like room. Itis graphic, and, at least physically, reasonably realistic. Raping Amy By Wiley 06 During my second year of college I moved into a group living situation, muchlike a dorm, but without big brother looking over your shoulder all thetime. Well, after about a month, one of the girls there caught my eye. Itwas a co-ed place, so there was a lot of fucking going on, with everyoneseeming to be fucking everyone else, hooking up, breaking up, and all that,playing the game for all it was worth. I hadn't gotten involved in any ofthat yet, both from a lack of attractive possibilities as well as I wanted totake the lay of the land before I dived in. Well, this girl, Amy was her name, stood out. There were other girls whowere better looking, sexier, hotter, hell, a lot more friendly, but Amy hadsomething which made me want her more than any other chick there. I figureit was the haughtiness, the aloofness, the sheer arogance which only I wasable to see radiating from her. She walked like she was above it all,striding across the common areas like a fucking queen, her shoulders back inperfect posture, her sweet little tits jutting out provocatively, her blond,frizzy hair bunched in a bun on top of her head, her face angular, her nosejutting forward, her lips pinched inward as if in permanent disapproval. Shewas five foot seven, had hips slender like a boy's, an ass firm and round,and perfect ivory skin. I tell you, whenever I saw her my sight blurred with lust and hate--I so muchwanted to take the bitch down a peg, tear that prissy white princess from her pedastal and make her squirm under my pounding cock. I got hard just fromlooking at her, she was that much under my skin. I figure she knew it too,although I kept it to myself, because I would catch her looking at me, herthin lips pinched into a slight frown of protestant disdain. It had been six weeks since I had moved in, and I was still not part of thegame, although I made sure I flirted and hung enough with the principles tokeep close in case I wanted in, when I found myself across the table with myice princess, Amy, she who, even though she didn't put out, didn't flirt,never smiled, seemed to be able to hang with whomever she wanted. I thinkshe glanced at me once, a glance which said "you're nothing" so much betterthan words could have, before talking with everyone else there--listening, Ishould say, she rarely spoke. My blood was boiling, but I tried to act normally. Hell, all I could think of was taking that bitch and reaming her out, picturing her on her knees, mycock buried to the hilt in her throat, of her screaming as my cock split hertight ass, her body arching in pain as I brutalized her, of her squirminghelplessly under me as I rode her cunt to completion, her whimpering criesmusic to my ears. I was in a fog the whole time, barely myself, each one ofmy club-footed responses to the conversation whirling about me earning meanother look of contempt from Amy, sweet, hot, fucking Amy. Once or twiceshe even went after me over something, but never obvously. It was like shewas purposefully jacking me up, pissing me off, setting me on edge. A coupleof times it was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table andthrowing that bitch to the floor right there. Over the next couple of weeks it was like she was my fucking shadow. Shealways seemed to be in whatever conversation I was in, jacking me up, cutting me off, jabbing me with a well placed word. Once or twice I even got into itwith her, telling her to go straight to hell. But she kept coming back, asif she was purposefully seeking me out--most people, after I tell them tostay the hell away, stay away; she didn't. I tell you, the bitch had me so worked up I wasn't thinking straight. All Icould see when I closed my eyes was her sneering face. I fantasized aboutwiping that sneer from her face, about making her beg and plead as I tore atthat hot little body she kept from everyone. It was all I could think about,what I wanted to do to that bitch, how I would do it. God, it was eating meup. One evening, after she had spent most of it fucking with me, I decided to dosomething about it. The bitch was too far under my skin. I waited untilabout one a.m., until the place had quieted down a bit. Then I simply wentover to her room and knocked on the door. The cunt opened the door a crack, which I pushed open all the way, knockingher back a step, confusion and anger mingling on that pure white face. Inthat instant, as I shut the door to her room behind me, the words, "Whatthe..." fading in the air, I saw everything around me: hot, bitchy Amy,wearing button-fly jeans tight around her waist loose around her firm appleof an ass; Amy, her tits thrusting out against a plain white v-neck; Amy'sbooks on her desk, her desk against the wall of her small room--she had beenstudying, her feet bare; Amy's bed, perfectly made, to my right, her left, infront of me; Amy's closet, closed, the light overhead dim, shadows from thelight on her desk filling the room; her hair, blonde, kinky, fanning acrossthe back of her head, tied in a loose pony-tail near her neck. I stepped forward, my hand reaching around her neck, my other hand reachingaround her back, pulling the bitch toward me even as she cried out, my handscrushing her hips against mine, crushing her lips against mine as I grimaced,those soft, pink lips parting as she gasped in surprise and panic, my tonguesnaking out into that warm, wet cavity of her mouth, sending chills down myspine as I tasted her gasping, struggling form, holding her there for longseconds as she squirmed in my grasp, feeling smaller, thinner, stronger thanI had expected, pushing away from me, gasping, her blue eyes bright and widein shock, her chest heaving as she panted. She looked wild, beautiful, hot,like a trapped animal waiting for the slaughter. "All you have to do is scream," I said, my shoulders hunched, my eyes lidded,my breath coming in ragged gasps, speaking my thoughts, knowing that she knewthat a scream, a yell, would bring people to her door, would bring people whowould stop me, stop me from doing what we both knew I was going to do. "Get out," she said, her eyes hardening, her backstraightening, her hair flying behind her as she jerked her head back, herarm pointing forcefully toward the door. She didn't scream. I steppedforward suddenly, swinging my left arm hard, up and across her face, theretort of flesh against flesh sharp in the small space of her room, theforce of the blow staggering her, her head falling to her chest, her handscoming up to ward me off as she slumped to the ground, leaning against theside of her bed, her legs folded under her. I stepped close to her, towering over her, over Amy, over that hot, snottybitch who had tormented me so much. My blood was boiling, surging, my headpounding, my sight locked on Amy, as she turned her head up to look at me,her bright blue eyes filled with fear, her delicate white hand against theside of her face where I had slapped her, her neck smooth and white to myeyes, her pale lips glistening, slightly parted as she gazed up at me. Shestill didn't scream. I reached down, a feeling of power and lust rushing through me as I felt herhair twine about my fingers, and jerked the bitch to her feet, pulling herhead back savagely to taste her hot mouth, her hands pushing against myshoulders exciting me as I gripped her ass through her jeans, her buttocksfirm and tight and hard as I pressed her slender body against mine, feelingthe softness of her tits against my chest, the hot wetness of her mouth as Iran my tongue inside it, tasting her breath, her panting, grunting gasps asshe struggled against my grasp. My whole body was tingling as I threw the bitch onto the bed, watching as shecollapsed onto her back, one leg dangling off the bed, watching as she beganto sit up, her eyes wide with fear and hate, glistening with them, her hairwild about her face, her lips pulled back into a sneer. I put one knee onthe bed and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her back down onto herback, loving the way her face twisted in pain, loving the way she whimperedas I put my face inches from hers, my other hand pressing against herstomach, firm, flat, heaving up and down as she sucked in breath afterpanicked breath through her nostrils. "I'm going to fuck you, bitch," I hissed. She whimpered. It was all I hadto say, all I needed to say as I stared into those big blue frightened eyes,waiting for the scream which didn't come, my hand tearing down, popping thebuttons on her jeans open even as I kissed her brutally, my head swimmingwith power and lust as I ground my teeth against hers, her whimpering,squirming body delicious beneath my hands. I held the kiss for a long time,my hand digging its way to her groin, past the scratchy curls of her pubichair, my fingers digging at the soft flesh of her labia. I broke my kiss, leaving Amy gasping, and said "Slut," my middle finger sunkdeep in her slick cunt, my hand mashing down her clit as her thighs squirmedweakly and her hips gyrated, trying to expel my finger from her sweating,drooling snatch. She turned her head away, her teeth pulling on her lowerlip as I dragged my finger slowly from her box, dragging across her swollenclit, making the slut's hips buck up uncontrollably, a hiccup making herslender body spasm as I grapped either side of her jeans and panties at thehips and dragged them down to her thighs, her firm, silky smooth, milk whitethighs, muscles bulging and sliding under her skin as she kicked against meweakly. I flipped her over bodily, not able to wait, my blood racing through my earsas I thought about raping Amy, hot, sweet, beautiful fucking Amy, her ass soround and firm, her cunt drooling for my cock. I dragged her until she wason her knees, her torso laying across the bed, her head turned so I could seethat gorgeous profile, that haughty, stubborn profile, with her hair hangingin front of her face while I undid my belt and freed my cock, swollen andthrobbing as I leaned into Amy, sweet Amy. "Please, don't, don't," she begged, but she didn't scream. She didn'tscream. I grinned a death's head grin, pulling her head back viscously by her hair."Shut up, cunt. You want this, slut. Now take it." I reached down and guided my cock between her straining, milk white thighs, even as she buckedand squirmed against my grasp, trying to squirm away from my cock, my cockwhich I drove deep into her slippery, smooth, hot, grasping cunt with onestroke. "Ahh..." she gasped, her back arched unnaturally by my hand in her hair. "Ohgod oh god no," she whispered, and I could have sworn the cunt came even as Ipulled out of her spasming cunt and slammed my cock back into her womb, thefeel of her ass squirming and working against my groin, the way she gasped asI drove deep into her, the feel of my cock buried in that silky smooth wetgrasping cavern of a cunt, sucking on my cock like a living thing, stunned mymind, sent pleasure spiraling higher and higher through my body as I fuckedAmy, Amy the slut coming on my cock. Again and again I slammed into her, her asscheeks quirvering beneath theblows from my hips, her hands clawing as the sheets as I pressed her facehard against the bed, her breath coming in short gasps as I fucked her. "Bitch. Cunt. Whore. Slut" I chanted with each stroke, quickly, tooquickly building to orgasm, my whole body held rigid as I spasmed deep insideof her, my hands gripping her hair harder and harder until she cried out frompain even as her body shuddered again as the slut came, my hot spew spittingdeep up into her slut belly, my hot Amy coming on the end of my cock as Ifilled her full of seed. I held my cock inside her, still shuddering from the magnitude of it. I had raped Amy, and Amy had loved it. She was a slut, a no good fucking whore, mybitch Amy. She was making sobbing sounds, and I reveled in them. I hadshown the cunt, had shown her what she was good for; I had given the bitchher medicine, and she had gulped it down like the slut she truly was. I pulled my cock from her drenched hole, wincing at its sensitivity. Lookingdown at her there, laying with her white ass exposed, her cunt swollen andgaping, her head turned sideways and pressed into the bed, I wanted heragain. I wanted to keep her and fuck her and use her slut body forever. "Please go," she gasped out between her sobbing gasps, and I couldn't helpbut grin. Amy, haughty Amy was begging me to leave. I didn't think I would.I whipped my belt off and leaned over her to grab her wrists. "What are youdoing, what are you doing," she cried as she struggled as I bound her wristsbehind her with my belt. "Shut up, bitch," I snarled, slapping the back of her head when her handsthreatened to escape the binding, until I was sure she couldn't get loosewithout some work. "You and me, bitch, we're not finished, not by a longshot." I leaned over her prone body so I could talk directly into her ear,seeing her flinch away from me exciting me as much as seeing her bound beforeme did. I rolled her over and laid her flat on her back on the bed, climbing so thatI was straddling her hips, staring down into that pretty, no longer soarrogant face of hers. "Please, no more," she begged, "no more. You'vealready raped me, just go. I won't tell anyone." I let the bitch finish herbegging. "AHH!" she yelped as the retort of my palm across her face echoedabout the room. "AHH!" again as I slapped her again, hard, jerking her headfrom side to side. "Bitch. You come like a whore and you tell me no more? Fucking goddamnedslut. Tell me you came, slut. Tell me!" "No...no..." I started slapping her, my palms stinging from each blow as herbody jerked under mine, her hips twisting, her head jerking back and forth asI rocked her head with my blows. "Tell me! Tell my you got off!" "Okay! Okay!" she practically yelled, and I stopped slapping her, her whitecomplexion now pink, her breath coming in gasps. "I liked it," shewhispered. "What?" "I liked it," she said, her faced turned away from mine. I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. "You liked what, Amy?" "I...I...oh god...I liked you raping me." The sight of those words comingfrom those pale thin lips was almost too much for me. I felt my cock throbeven in its soft state and red blur my vision, my hand squeezing her cheeksuntil she gasped in pain. I stood, watching her as she lay there, motionless, her head turned away fromme, defeated, her chest, thrust forward by her arms bound behind her back,rising and falling provocatively as she breathed. I shed my clothes, all ofthem, before climbing back onto the bed. She didn't move, didn't react as Islid my hands up her shirt, feeling her shudder slightly as my hands ran overher hot flesh. I didn't care. She was mine. She admitted it. I hadeverything I wanted right under my hands. "Let's take a look at your tits," I said, sliding her shirt up until itbunched at her chin, exposing her thin, hard stomach, a smooth expanse ofcreamy white flesh leading up to her bra, hiding the two soft mounds of herjutting tit-meat. I reached around her and undid her bra, pushing that upagainst her chin also. She refused to look at me as I squeezed thoseperfectly hand-sized mounds of flesh topped by two hard pink nipples. "Nice tits, slut. Nice," I purred as I kneaded her mounds, feeling the warmflesh of her stomach massaging my balls as I worked her tits. "Let's seeeverything, slut," I said, sliding down her body and sliding her jeans andpanties from her unresisting legs. I kneeled over the bitch, staring down ather gorgeous white flesh, drinking in the sight of her nearly naked body,from her shapely feet, her strong, thin thighs, the slight bulge of hermound, sparsly covered with dark blonde hairs, her narrow, boyish hips, herflat, even narrower stomach, her small, perky tits, her pink, hard nipples,her supple neck, to her bright blue eyes. I covered her body with mine, taking one of those perfect nipples between mylips and sucking it as deep as I could into my mouth, the feel of her silkysmooth skin against mine filling my cock with blood, hardening me as I ran mytongue and my teeth across her nipple, drawing soft whimpering sounds fromher mouth as I switched from one breast to another until I was fully hard,and until I felt her body squirming ever so slightly beneath mine, her hipswrithing in obvious need against my stomach. I mounted her, nestling my cock against her swollen labia, bending my head sothat I was looking at her turned aside face, her eyes tightly closed, anintense expression on her face. I rubbed my cock against her labia, grinningas I felt her shift her hips slightly, uncontrollably, toward my cock, achingfor it, aching to be fucked. I shifted my position above her until I heldher tits in my hands, and began to squeeze, watching her face as the painbegan to hit her. "Ahhh...god. Stop. Stop. Don't hurt me," she whimpered, arching her backin her pain, her eyes open and pleading to mine as I twisted the pliableflesh of her tits, my fingers gouging them brutally even as I slid the tip ofmy cock into her sopping cunt-hole. "Tell me what a slut you are," I demanded. "Oh god," she turned her face away from me, "I'm a slut. I'm a slut." "Look at me slut!" I commanded, twisting her precious tit-flesh hard, makingher moan and arch up against me, her hips even then humping against the tipof my cock. She looked at me, her eyes wide open, her hair streaked across her face, herlips moist and open. "I'm a slut, a fucking slut," she whispered. "Louder!" "I"M A SLUT!" she gasped out as I gouged at her tits and slammed my rock hardcock deep into her belly, her hips grinding against mine as I buried my cockin her grasping, tight, sloppy cunt. "You love having my cock in your slutty belly. Say it," I said. "Uh, uh, I love...I love having your...your cock in my slutty belly," shesaid, staring straight into my eyes, her eyes filled with humiliation andshining with lust, her body shaking as I made her degrade herself beneath me. "You're a whore, a dirty, slutty whore." "I'm a whore, a dirty, slutty whore." "You want cock, you need cock to feed your slutty, whorish cunt. You're acock-loving bitch with a greedy cunt." "Uh uh," she grunted as I ground my cock deep in her belly, reveling in thepower I had over her, the sensations of her body writhing and shaking beneathmine making me tingle all over as I used her for the second time, a time Iwas going to make it last. I took my hands from her tits and put them besideher head. "I wa...want co...cock," she stuttered, "uh Ina...need...uh...cock to...to feed my slutty, whorish cunt," her back archingas I withdrew my cock and slammed it home in her belly. "I'm a cock-lovingbitch with a greedy cunt," she finished, her eyes locked on mine, her face amask of lust and hate and humiliation as I raped her, sweat breaking out onher body, easing my movement atop her. "Keep it up, whore," I said, grinning down at her. "Oh god," she closed her eyes, only to open them again, "oh god...fuck me...fu...fuck me like...like the sl...slut I am. Uh uh my god my god I'm a whore, a dirty whore. Ra...ra...rape me, rape me, rape me," she grunted intime to my thrusts. "Hu...hu...hurt ma...ma...me oh god please oh god I'm aslut oh god," her eyes shut and her face twisted and her body arched andshook beneath me as I ground my hips against hers, stirring my cock in thepit of her cunt, "oh god I'm comming comming slut slut whore coming oh god,"she said over and over, her body collapsing beneath me, panting as she turnedher head away. I let her lay like that for a minute, still working my cock in Amy, sweet,slutty Amy's cunt, before lifting myself up on one elbow and backhanding herviolently across the face, making her body go rigid in shock and pain as hereyes stared up at me in fear. "Who said you could stop, cunt?" She stared at me for long seconds, a gasp escaping her as I dragged my cockacross her swollen clit. Then she said, softly, "Don't stop. Don't stopfucking your slutty cunt. Don't stop raping me, don't stop using me as yourfuck hole, don't stop hurting your fuck hole," she finished with a whine as Itwisted her tit hard, making her squirm beneath me. I rode her for long minutes, watching her face, her eyes, as her lips spewedfilth, spewed humiliation and degredation, begging me to rape her, to hurther, to beat her, but most of all to use her over and over again. It wasincredible, snotty, arrogant Amy debasing herself, humilating herself,beneath me, squealing out as she came, her thighs pulled to my sides,squeezing my hips as she bucked in orgasm for a third time this evening, andstill I didn't stop, still I kept fucking and kept demanding her soft, silkyvoice spew profanities as I fucked her slowly and methodically, feeling mycome build up ever so slowly from deep within my belly, the writhing andshaking of her soft flesh driving me higher and higher in lust until Igrunted and buried my head in her neck, biting and sucking as I came deepwithin her even as her ankles locked behind my ass and she bucked beneath me,gasping and panting "I'm coming I'm coming coming oh god oh god coming cunt'scoming" into my ear over and over as my guts seemed to be pulled out from mycock as I spewed deep inside Amy, sweet Amy. "You're mine," I said as I lay on top of her limp body. "You're mine,whenever I want, wherever I want. Mine." I wanted her to hear it, becauseit that was how it was going to be. Amy, cold, distant Amy, was going to bemine whenever and wherever I wanted her. I stood unsteadily on my feet and dragged the bitch by her hair until she waskneeling before me, my semi-hard cock weaving in front of her face, coveredwith her come and mine. "Clean it, slut." Simple, direct. She glanced atme from behind heavily lidded eyes, and opened that sharp, soft mouth andtook my cock inside it, making me wince as she took the softening member allthe way into her mouth, sucking hard on it, cleaning it with her tongue asshe pulled her head away, finished by cleaning my balls with her tongue.Just standing there, watching Amy on her knees, cleaning my cock with thatsmall pink tongue of hers made me want to take her again, brutally,visciously, but that could wait. I pushed her away from me and put on myclothes. "Remember," I said, "whenever and wherever I want." Then I left. -- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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?" Visit my Story Web Site: http://members.tripod.com/~Scared or got to ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Imma_Scared -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /