Message-ID: <13285eli$9807221222@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: d.shark@ix.netcom.com (The Mudshark) Subject: ASS: "Once Upon a Time" M/F Gothic Rape 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: <199807221319.IAA20011@dfw-ix4.ix.netcom.com> (A copy of this message has also been posted to the following newsgroups: alt.sex.stories) This is a work of fiction. The opinions and beliefs of the characters, are not necessarily those of the author. All criticism and encouragement accepted. My online bibliography: "The Pennington Case" 10,10,9 (142) "Young Stuff" 7,8,7 (143) "The Price of Freedom" 9,10,10 (163) "In a Dark Place" 10,10,10 (172) "Incident at The Summer House" "Getting the Business" "Once Upon a Time" Visit my fantasy rape story site http://pw1.netcom.com/~m.shark/mudshark.html Once Upon a Time by Jefferson James Hurrying down the narrow, winding, forest path that led from the village to her family's hovel, with her peasant skirt billowing like a cloud behind her, Kate cursed herself. How, in the name of the gods, could she have been so foolish, so absent-minded as to lose track of the time? It was after nightfall. It didn't matter that she was a maiden of the temple or that her various duties as the governess of the occupying army's war orphans was the cause of her predicament. All young women unfortunate enough to be out after curfew were hunted like hares to feed the carnal hunger of the garrison soldiers' wolf-like appetites. She was prey. Suddenly, her worst fears became a reality as a huge, heavy set man with dark piercing eyes, scraggly black hair and a long stringy beard stepped out from behind a large tree. Fighting her forward momentum with all her strength, she tried desperately, frantically to avoid colliding with the vile, unkempt brute. But it was useless. As she stumbled and tumbled helplessly into his waiting, clutching, muscular arms, he cackled and crowed like a demon, the evil spawn of hell itself. Almost effortlessly, she was spun and flung headlong, like a sack of horse fodder, over a fallen, moss covered log and into the thick, tangled undergrowth beside the trail. Lying there dazed, too stunned to move or cry out, she watched in abject horror as he leapt into the air, howling, flying after her like a leather-winged devil. Then, he was on her. Terrified beyond description, she frantically screamed and cried as loud as she could, emptying her lungs of what she was sure would be her last earthly breath. His thick-limbed, massive, beast-like bulk laid heavy atop her, pinning her small, twisting, turning, frail form to the cold earth. Escape was impossible. "There is nothing quite so exquisite as taking pleasure betwixt the lily-white thighs of a fiery, spirited lovely as you," he hissed, as Kate continued struggling and screaming like a banshee. "And you are a comely, willful little bundle of fleshy, female charms, worthy of receiving my seed and bearing my child. I'll enjoy this." Frantically, panic-stricken, Kate wildly flailed her willowly arms and legs in a valiant but futile attempt to get this awful monster off of her. Her tiny, white-knuckled, clenched fists pounded repeatedly and furiously on his black leather encased sides and mail vest covered back. But he just laughed. "How will I ever get my big, hard cock in your tight, little cunt, without hurting you, if you keep squirming like a newt?" He roared, his big, strong fingers digging mercilessly, viciously, into Kate's firm, ripe breasts. "You might as well accept your fate, because nothing and no one, not even your pitiful, impotent gods, can prevent me from ravishing you. Submit!" The terror his words stirred, like a witch's brew, doubled as his hands quickly moved from her chest in opposite directions, ripping open the bunched linen top of her dress above her tightly laced bodice, exposing her milky-white, heaving breasts. Kate had never before in her life felt such humiliation and degradation, having a part of her never before seen by any man now laid bare in the bright moonlight before a disgusting, brutish stranger. It was horrible. Unrelenting, unwilling to admit defeat, Kate continued kicking, screaming, and crying in her passionate but hopeless struggle to regain her freedom. But he was far too strong, too determined in his lustful pursuit of sexual satisfaction for her distress and meager resistance to prevent him from doing what he pleased with her. And she knew it. His large, calloused hand choked off her tortured, hysteric vocalizations as he tightly gripped her throat, holding her firmly to the ground. His gaping, grinning, mouth wetly closed noisily over her delicate breast as he slurped, sucked, and tongued her tiny, stiff, bright pink nipple. Her rape had begun. "You'll fight me like a tiger, tooth and nail, every step of the way, right up until I'm filling your sweet cunt with my warm, manly sauce, won't you?" he taunted. "But you'll fail and be taken as surely as the sun will rise in the morning, as surely as the moon shines above us now, watching and witnessing you're pathetic resistance. I'll have you." Kate swallowed hard and shivered with a dreadful loathing and fear, knowing deep down in her mortal soul that every word he said was true and would come to pass. But her fierce pride and firm religious beliefs would not allow her to surrender herself and her honor to him, to be used without regard like a common prostitute. She had to fight. As he eased his bulky weight from her slender form for an instant, Kate used what she thought was an opportunity to escape to slide her legs sideways in an attempt to crawl from beneath him. The moment his large hand began slithering like a viper, downward between their closely pressed bodies, she realized the folly of her actions and desperately attempted to close her open legs. It was too late. As his coarse hand crudely rubbed her wide spread crotch through the thin fabric of her dress, Kate's pride and dignity poured from her eyes and streamed down her flush cheeks in rivlets of despair. Tugging in vain on his sinewy arm with all her strength, she felt his hot, foul breath on the side of her tear soaked face and heard his gruff voice in her ear as he asked her, "Are you pure?" "Please, in the name of the gods and all that is sacred, let me go," Kate pleaded, violently shaking her head, tossing her long, scarlet hair from side to side. "My defilement, losing my chastity, which I value more than life itself, would mean breaking my vows as a maiden of the temple, making me forever shunned by the men of my village, never to wed. Don't do this!" Gratefully, almost unbelieving, Kate felt his big, intrusive hand cease its groping and slowly retreat from between her trembling legs. Just as she was about to begin feeling thankful for the merciful sparing of her honor, she felt a violent tug and heard the disheartening sound of cloth ripping as her skirt was partially torn free at the waist from the rest of her dress. Her hopes vanished. "How can you behave like this, like an animal not worthy of being called a man," Kate gasped, pulling with both hands at the powerful hand clenching her throat. "You have a mother, perhaps a sister, a wife, daughters, whom you would not want to suffer the horrible indignity of being treated in such a manner. Think of them." "You are not them," he jeered, lifting his suckling, slobbering mouth from her wet, saliva coated breast, and wickedly grinning into her tormented face. "You are a low-bred, slip of a girl, born to an inferior race, whose only value is the cunt between her legs and the pleasure it brings. Accept it." "From this moment on, for breaking curfew, you'll be a slave of the state, a whore of the garrison, spending a large portion of your child bearing years on your back with a man's cock buried deep within your belly," he chuckled. "When you are not heavy with our children in your womb, any soldier who wants you may use you, dragging you from your bed and taking you in front of your family, in the square in front of the entire village, or anywhere else he wishes. It's the law." Telling her what she knew, from hushed, whispered, stories at the temple, to be the truth, caused the blood in Kate's veins to chill like a slush filled mountain stream. As his hand was busy in its continuing task of laying her bare, tearing her skirt from her dress, shoving it down her ivory thighs, she renewed her fight, thrashing fiercely and screaming, "I'd rather die." His rough, cracked, fingers slid over her smooth, flat stomach, slipping beneath her undergarments, and through the sparse, curly hair crowning the most private part of her young, nubile, body. Kate kicked her tormentor's leg and he yelped as if he were in pain, mocking her pitiful efforts at defending herself and her chastity. Then he laughed. "Don't be coy, playing little girl games with me, childishly pretending you don't want this to happen," he said, grinning in her pretty face, worming a thick, stubby finger into the mouth of her virgin vagina. "Your cunt is warm and moist, anxious for a good fucking, drooling with hunger, ready and eager to swallow up my big, stiff cock. You're lusting." Kate's pleading, tear filled eyes widened with dreadful, gut-wrenching fear as she felt his heavy body shift, knowing what he was doing, knowing he was freeing his cock from his clothing. Again he shifted, his big hand effortlessly pushing her free leg aside, his large body clumsily dropping between her wide-spread, trembling thighs, the sticky and wet, spongy head of his meaty prong pressing against the lips of her cunt, causing them to flare slightly. She gasped. Less than half a heartbeat later, Kate's cunt was painfully stretching open, reluctantly accepting his invading cock into its velvety smooth, warm sheath, engulfing him like the tide covers the shore. With a mournful cry she felt him stab through her maidenhead, tearing and ripping it asunder, stealing from her that which she treasured more than life itself. All was lost. A dark, black cloud, as dark as pitch, as black as the very depths of her own personal hell, enveloped Kate's wildly beating heart. But still, with every bit of strength left within her, she fought, wriggling and squirming in a vain attempt to dislodge her attacker's surging cock from her deflowered vagina. She had to. As he savagely pushed and pulled himself in and out of her, growling like a rutting bear, Kate wrestled desperately with her rapist. If she could only escape before he filled her with his seed, she might be able to deny the coupling had ever occured,preserving her honor, and avoiding her wretched fate. If only... On and on he plunged into her, his invading cock attacking and retreating, attacking and retreating, filling and emptying her vagina over and over again. His eyes burned like coals as he fucked in and out of her, his sweaty pelvis slamming into her wide open crotch, his rough hands mauling her breasts. Then, he moaned. Suddenly, Kate's tear streaked face twisted with anguish, horror and disgust as her ears filled with a terrible, groaning and grunting, and she felt a warm, gushing, wetness flooding her cunt. Defeated and overflowing with his sperm, Kate feel silent and limp with exhaustion and a reluctant, forlorn resignation she didn't want to accept, but could no longer deny. It was done. Lying there beneath him, sobbing softly, she felt an awful, searing pain in her left shoulder as he proudly carved the garrison's sign upon her ravaged body, identifying her as one carrying a soldier's unborn child. Chuckling, he rolled off of her and watched as she crawled away into the darkness, her head hung low in shame, her cunt wet and runny with his semen. She wanted to die. "The law proclaims that if any harm comes to a whore of the state or the child she may be carrying, five of her family will be killed in vengence for the unborn, and three young girls of her clan will be chosen to replace her," he called out to Kate as she disappeared into the night. Tomorrow, when I tell the other soldiers of my triumph and of our newest whore, you'll be dragged to the barracks and spend a full day on your back servicing the garrison. Sleep well, whore. The End. -- Change the letter "D" in my email address to an "M". It is incorrect in order to thwart bulk-mailers. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----