Message-ID: <16971eli$9811061743@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: purfect9@aol.com (Purfect 9) Subject: STORYbyMISTY: Rural Road Rapist (M/f; Anal; Snuff) 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: <19981025055915.13596.00001060@ng149.aol.com> The following story contains violence and sex, combined. (yikes!) Due to its content, it should not be read by anyone. PARTICULARLY anyone who is under 21, either in age or IQ. Also, if your locale does not recognize the first amendment to the US Constitution (for instance, if you live in parts of Georgia or Iowa), you may be forbidden to read on. Check your local laws, and ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS vote Libertarian. Also, you are NOT encouraged to try this with your girlfriend. Trust me, guys, she'll get pissed and it won't be worth it. See My pic and outlines of some of my other favorite stories and story ideas on my web-site, which you may visit for free at Http://members.aol.com/Purfect9. When E-Mailing me to inquire about obtaining the full text of other erotic fiction I've penned, Always be sure to write "STORY INQUIRY" in the subject line. HISTORY: You know how kids tell those "urban legand" stories around a campfire? Our Girl Scout camp was on a road actually named "Rural Road", and this story evolved through a group of young teenage girls discussing their worst fears around just such a campfire. "What if a guy grabbed one of us and pulled us into the woods?" or "What if he didn't pull us into the woods, but, you know, forced us right there on the road?" "And what if he did it, you know, face down, in the wrong hole?" "Then, what if he killed us, right after our first sexual experience?" "Or what if he let just let us get run over by the next car that drove down Rural Road?" "What if it was a truck?" "A big, fully loaded semi-truck!" Oh yes, I slept poorly on those camp-outs. But the stories we spun, that remain with me to this day, are vivid enough to have been worth a little lost sleep in my adolescence. RURAL ROAD RAPIST He tackled her from behind as she walked down the rural country road, on her way home from a night of baby-sitting. She was certain she that he would drag her off the road, into the ditch, but instead he began ripping her clothes off right there in the middle of the road! The buttons of her shirt gave way with a quick tear, but he took the extra moment needed to unclasp the bra from behind, squinting in the moonlight to read the tag that identified her upper measurement to be 38D. Even as she struggled against her assailant, her skirt was thrown up over her waist, and cruel hands ripped off her panties. As if the thought of rape weren't bad enough, she suddenly felt the man's hard, hot rod slide between her asscheeks and press solidly against her hidden anus. He was going to rape her in the ass! A cold sweat of intense panic shot through her. Her heart thumped madly in her chest, sweat beaded on her forehead and under her arms, and then, behind her now closed eyelids, flashes of red pain went off, as she felt the man thrusting into her untried shit-chute. She clenched every muscle in her body, trying to ward off the obscenity that was happening to her, but that only increased the pain she was experiencing. Her puckered brown rectal entrance was stretched brutally by the invading cock. The burning pain mounted and intensified, until her whole body screamed with the lascivious lacerations caused by the man's enormous pole. Her screams of agony were muffled by the huge hand of the man, as his cock continued to force inward, each inch buried in her rectum causing her untold agony. Her heavy breasts were pressed flat, mashed into the stony pavement, as her always-erect nipples scraped along the course surface with each forward thrust. Her jaw ached, gripped by the man's huge hand as he gripped her to stifle her violent scream; her suffering moans. She felt her stomach lurching, turning upside down. She started to breathe erratically, trying to forestall the vomiting which threatened her. She whimpered, tears forming in her pretty green eyes, as her tender rectal walls continued to give way painfully before the fleshy onslaught of the rapist's lusty spear. It seemed to take the man forever to bury his prick in her hot after passage. Finally, she felt his balls pressing hard against her pussy meat as his pelvis finally met her buns, flattening the widely parted cheeks. Then, for the first time, he reversed the direction of his movement. She gasped as the painful assault changed. It now felt, as he pulled his prick out to the tip, as if he were pulling all her internal organs out with him. As soon as the head caught on the inside of her rectal ring, he slammed inward again, much to her distress. Jessica's asshole was so tight that it took three lunges for him to plant his prick balls-deep in her bowels again. And each inward lunge added to the horrible pain that Jessica endured. As he buried his thick pole deep in her behind, the violence of his impact against her delicate, round, soft buns pressed her pussy against the cold concrete. As he began sawing in and out of her butt-hole, Jessica felt as if she were going to die from the pain, which seemed to spiral outward from her abused colon and consume her whole body with agony. Her pink pussy meat began to swell, and she felt a faint trickle of pussy cream flow out of her tiny cuntal orifice. She was mortified! The man lunged inward, pillaging her posterior with an increasing wildness that jarred Jessica's body. The harder her body was battered, the harder her bare pussy pressed into the unyielding cement. The rapist's cockhead seemed to pry deeper and deeper into her colon. It felt like his long, thick, cruel pole was cleaving through her belly and right up her throat as he lunged inward with increasing fury. The hair that covered his big nut-sack was becoming wet and matted from the honey which was flowing in increasing quantities from Jessica's quivering snatch. As he lunged inward, as her body was flattened onto the road, she felt the first spasms of an orgasm rippling through her sex flesh. As her climax took over, she bucked her buttocks backward, ramming her soft mounds of flesh as hard as she could into her attackers clothed abdomen, welcoming his ramrod another inch deeper into the oven-hot interior of her deep, tight ass. Her sphincter muscles instinctively clamped tight, increasing their grip on the man's throbbing, thrusting prick, and he moaned in delight. He slammed against her, thrusting with even greater urgency. Her breasts swelled with the lawless passion that had overcome her, the throbbing nipples rubbing harshly against the concrete. Her pussy gushed wave after wave of warm nectar as she surrendered to the wild sexual upheaval that had taken possession of her. As her climax washed over her, she felt her sphincter muscles clamp rhythmically around the rapists spewing cock as he emptied his wad deep within her dark, forbidden passage. The pleasure was quick to subside, as the man collapsed his full weight onto her battered body, and she began to really feel the pain of the bruises, the abrasions, and also the utter degradation of the trauma that she had just been subjected to. After a minutes rest, he pulled out of her royally reamed chute, and watched as the hole shrunk in on itself. A drop of his semen escaped, shimmering in the moonlight for a second before dripping down to join the pool of honey dew which had formed on the asphalt just below her twat. Looking up the road always, she saw the headlights of an approaching semi truck, speeding at them but still a couple of miles away. He'll run away now, she thought, it's finally over. The Rural Road Rapist, as he would soon come to be called, also saw the truck, but had a different idea altogether. After strangling her into unconsciousness, he covered her with his navy blue overcoat before he disappeared into the night. The driver saw the dark lump in the road as he approached, but with a full load of steel girders on the flatbed behind him, he could not stop in time. He felt the sickening smear as the locked up wheels of the truck, and then the trailer, lost and then regained their grip on the pavement. Fighting to control his rig, he pulled to a stop and walked back, praying it had been a deer or farm animal of some sort, but of course, it was Jessica, the first known victim of the Rural Road Rapist. ---M Visit my web-site: Http://members.aol.com/purfect9 Most of my stories are copyrighted, and my not be posted or archived by anyone but me. 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