Message-ID: <34712asstr$1011003004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: spoonbender@hotmail.com (Theodore Spoonbender) Reply-To: spoonbender@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <3c42444f.7069346@news.earthlink.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 18:41:11 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 02:41:11 GMT Subject: {ASSM} ** New Spoonbender Rape Story - Miriam and Nichole Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 05:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Miriam and Nichole (nc, preg) ************************************************ (c)2001 Spoonbender. A short story of an adult nature. Not to be read by minors. If you don't like this sort of stuff or you are underage then don't read. Contains graphical scenes of a non consensual sexual nature, which some people might find disturbing. Can be freely distributed as long as it is not changed, including this heading. If it is to be archived then please email me first for permission and I must have access to that archive. Note that the characterizations are mine. I do not like people stealing them for inclusion in their own efforts. Please email me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies you want put into words etc. Don't flame me if you don't like the content or you don't like my style. Spoonbender@hotmail.com For Lori. **********(c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com ********** Miriam flounced into the kitchen, threw her bag into the corner and flopped down at the table. "Damn her," she cried. "Damn who?" enquired her aunt who was elbow deep in flour. "Nicole," said Miriam then promptly burst into tears. Her aunt wiped the flour off her hands and rested them on the sobbing girl's shoulders until the sobs had died down to dry heaves, at which point she spoke, "what's she done this time?" Her niece looked up at her with red-rimmed eyes, "you know that boy Jean-Paul that I liked?" Her aunt smiled, "yes, a nice looking boy, what about him?" "Well I just found out that Nichole is going out with him." Her aunt sighed. Jean was a blond haired French Boy, 19 years old and handsome as sin and probably the wrong boy, in her mind, for her niece. Miriam was his diametric opposite, a small dark skinned and intense girl, the product of a French woman's romantic dalliance, and subsequent marriage, to a carpet merchant in Morocco. Not any old carpet merchant but the biggest in the Kasbah. Which is why he could afford to send his daughter to one of the best schools in southern France. It had taken Miriam over a year before the other girls had even spoken civilly to her and then it was only grudgingly. Her biggest tease was also the scion a wealthy family, and what was more a family with aristocratic lineage complete with a pedigree that stretched back way beyond the advent of the fifth republic and all that Liberte, Fraternitie, Egalite, nonsense. As Miriam was small and dark, Nichole was tall and blond. Miriam shy and introverted, Nichole was outgoing and extroverted. In fact the only trait they shared in common was the fact that they were slim and strikingly attractive. Which added much to Nichole's chagrin when she noticed that she was no longer the only centre of attention for the boys in town. And so, without Miriam ever knowing why, battle was joined and Nichole had all the cards. For a start she had been at the school for nearly 7 years as opposed to this being Miriam's second and so she knew everybody, and everybody knew her. She was the Queen Bee of the beautiful people and as such had a court the size of a provincial empresses'. She was also of pure blood and Miriam wasn't, as Nichole took every pain to broadcast to everyone in earshot. And as the vast majority of the other girls in school also hailed from distinguished French families they obviously felt a tribal antipathy towards the dusky young girl that had been thrust into their midst. Miriam had feared that it would happen and so she just kept her head down and studied hard, praying every night for a swift end to her final year of purgatory, so she could get back to her beloved Morocco. Despite her father wanting her to stay in France and forge a career for herself, possibly even a place as the famous l'ecole d'administration. If only he knew the obstacles she faced. Over the course of the year she had won a few friends, mainly outcasts like herself, that studied, talked and walked together. And they had giggled behind their hands, just like teenaged girls everywhere, when they found themselves under scrutiny from the local boys who lounged at the pavement Caf s. It was there, close to the town square, that she had first met Jean-Paul. They had literally bumped into each other when he stepped back after disabling his motorbike just as she was passing. He excused himself profusely and she blushed and lowered her eyes. He suggested that he buy her a coffee, it being the least that he could do for being such a clumsy oaf. And that was how it went for the next few weeks. They'd talked, drank coffee and laughed in the sunshine. He'd even taken her out on his motorbike once, way off the tarmacced roads, deep in the Provencal countryside where, in an old barn, she had let a boy touch her breasts for the first time. It was so wonderful, even though she was a little over-awed by the sensations in her body; it had taken all of her self-control to stop him before he went too far. They both knew it was a little too early and Jean-Paul was gallant about it. She tossed and turned in her bed that night, full of delicious dreams and, just before she went to sleep, she vowed to somehow obtain a packet of condoms. Just in case her resolve wasn't as strong as she thought. Then disaster struck in the tall, blond, elegant shape of Nichole who had seen the romance burgeon and chose just that moment to strike. Very few boys could resist Nichole in full seduction mode and neither did Jean-Paul. Nichole knew where Miriam was likely to be after school and so she endeavored to stroll past on Jean-Paul's arm, then give him a huge kiss when she was convinced that Miriam was looking. Miriam pretended not to notice and Jean-Paul certainly didn't see Miriam. The most gorgeous girl in the area had just kissed him, with tongue, and he was flying. Miriam felt hot tears pricking her eyes when she saw the look of triumph in Nichole's eyes, which shouted "I can take anything of value from you and you can't stop me. Go home Arab, you're not wanted here." Jean-Paul had phoned her just before she finished helping at her cousin's shop and she had cut him dead. Sadly he clicked off his mobile, he didn't know what on earth was going on, Miriam was the second girl that had ditched him in less than an hour. Nichole had barely got out of sight of Miriam when she found some petty fault in him and ditched him. He was lucky, being handsome; he'd find someone else. It was easy for him. It was not so easy for Miriam and both her and Nichole knew it. Which is what brought on the crying session. Her Aunt clucked sympathetically as her precious niece blurted out the whole story of her torment over the last few months, wailing to be allowed to go home. Her Aunt had known things were bad but not this bad. "There, there," she comforted, patting her Miriam's shoulders, "it'll get better, you'll see." Later that night she made a series of phone calls in harsh, guttural Arabic. (******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com ******************) A few days later Nichole went in to Miriam's cousin's shop. She wanted to tease that last ounce of gloat value out of the situation. Miriam had tried to ignore her in school, but Nichole laughed at her along with the rest of the chic clique. And the barbs hurt. Now came the final juicy morsel of humiliation that Nichole wanted to savor like a fine wine. Miriam was on her own, as her cousin was in the back of the warehouse and she tensed when she saw Nichole. She knew what this was about she just knew that Nichole would want to twist the knife and so she'd been waiting for this. Nichole smiled sweetly at her and said, "Oh Miriam I'm glad you're here on your own, I have something to say," she stopped and looked around the large shop, " excuse me for enquiring but is this how you pay the school-fees? By 'serving' here?" The emphasis on the word 'serving' made Miriam purse her lips but otherwise she ignored the question, but instead ventured one of her own. "What can I do for you?" "I've come to apologize." "Apologize?" "Yes apologize. You see I didn't know that Jean-Paul was going out with you. Anyway I dumped him as soon as I found out. I mean I don't know what he might have caught do I?" A spark of anger flared in Miriam's eyes just as the shop door crashed open and two hooded robbers burst in armed with handguns. One of them was tall and heavyset with long blond hair that poked out from under his hood, the other was small and squat. They both wore gloves. "Hand over the money," said the blond one as he brandished a gun at Miriam. The other pointed his gun at Nichole who said, "Look, this has got nothing to do with me so I'll just go ok?" "You stay here," the guy grunted. "You can have all the takings, cried Miriam, "just don't hurt us." The guy watched her scrape the money out of the till into a canvas bag. She was just handing it over when there was a noise from the back of the shop and Miriam's cousin appeared. "Hey what's going on?" he shouted and reached behind a cluster of upright carpet rolls and pulled out a shotgun. As soon as the two guys saw the gun they each grabbed a girl and used them as shields as they walked backwards out of the store. Their getaway car was just outside and they pushed the two frightened girls onto the floor of the car as their driver floored the pedal.. (******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com *****************) Nichole came to and found herself blindfolded and tied up tightly. "Is there anyone there?" She heard a moan from beside her, "is that you Miriam?" And heard a feeble croak in response. "Are you alright?" she enquired. "My head hurts," moaned Miriam, "what happened?" "I think they drugged us, I had a funny smelling rag pushed against my nose." "Oh that," groaned Miriam. "I wonder where we are?" "In a dirty barn from what I can see." "You can see?" Asked Nichole turning towards Miriam's voice. "Only a little, they didn't put my blindfold on properly." "Can you see my knots? Can you untie them?" Nichole rolled over away from Miriam. "Wait, yes I can see them, but I can't untie them." "Can't you at least try?" Miriam was about to roll over when the door crashed open and they heard footsteps. "Well, well, " said a voice, "the pussycats are awake." "Let me go," shouted Nichole, "you can't keep me tied up like this." "True, especially with what we've got in mind for you two." Nichole was shocked to the core, "I'll give you money if you let me go," she pleaded. "But what about your friend? Will you pay for her too?" "No you can have her, she'll do it with you. She likes it." "What?" shouted Miriam but was drowned out by Nichole screeching as one of the gang put his hand under her skirt and touched her panties, "no, no don't do it, I'm a virgin." Miriam was stunned, Nichole was a Virgin! "What about you, black girl? Are you a virgin?" Despite her predicament she recoiled at being called black. "I said are you a virgin too?" She nodded. "Speak up." "Yes," whimpered Miriam. "I like virgins," sniggered the voice, it then evidently turned away and said, "you guys take the black one away and stick it to her in the back barn. I don't want any distractions while I entertain myself with this one." Nichole heard the cries of Miriam as she was dragged away but then her focus swung back to her own predicament as she felt her ankles being untied from her wrists releasing her from her hogtie. She tried to push herself away by digging her heels into the floor but he simply dragged her back and held her arms up above her then tied them to some sort of hitching ring that was buried in the floor. He let go and smirked when he saw her fruitless struggling as she tried to pull her wrists free. He took his knife to the ropes that bound her ankles and she tried to use her newfound freedom to kick him but he just laughed, batted them aside then reached under her skirt to snare the waistband of her panties. "No, no, no," she screamed as he started to pull them down, her legs kicking like a line dancer. Her foot caught him a glancing blow on his shoulder and he drew back his fist and punched her so hard in her stomach she nearly retched. While she was still coughing he pulled her panties off and thrust them in his pocket, then pulled out his prick. She was trying to squirm away so he grabbed her ankles and yanked them open. Nichole was screaming fit to bust, offering him money, position, power, whatever, please don't do this. It did no good, his response being to drop one ankle as he knelt between her thighs and then point the head of his cock at her squirming slit. He started to push at her tightness, his steel hard boner barely making headway, so he let go of both thighs and used his hands to grab her waist and start to pull her at him. Her legs were kicking and she was bawling as her pussylips gave up the unequal struggle and parted to allow him entry. "Now to find out if you are telling the truth," he said as he tensed his muscles. He held it like that for a few seconds letting her terror build and then launched himself. "AeeeeeK!" she screamed as he tore away her virginity. Nichole. Flirtatious, exhibitionist Nichole had somehow managed to keep her virginity. So the rumors were wrong, as were the boys that nonchalantly let on that they'd had her. Liars all. Nichole was a virgin. And now she wasn't as he continued to pound away at her until at last he had it all embedded as deep as it would go. He rested on his arms for a few seconds then drew himself out, then drove in again. He was able to speed up considerably as her muscles relaxed in response to his pistoning thrusts and was soon ramming into her as hard as possible. To Nichole it was hell. All the pain in the world was focused on her pussy as he smashed into her with all his strength. She thrashed and mewled as she was brutally conquered on that filthy floor. He hammered away for a few minutes, enjoying her squirming and her little whimpers as he squeezed her breasts, before starting to speed up. She felt the change of tempo and instinctually realized, through her agony, what was coming next. Her legs kicked harder and she tried to twist him off as she felt his cock starting to swell inside her. "No, no, not inside me. Pleeeeeeeease." Her entreaties were in vain as he slammed deep inside, holding her hard against himself as he unleashed his flood directly into her womb. "Oh god, nooooo," she wailed as she felt him gush inside her. For long seconds he kept pumping it into her before he gave a final groan as the last few dribbles dripped out of his spent cock and into her brimming pussy. She was sobbing her heart out as she felt him ease himself out, followed by a gout of sperm which dribbled over her asshole and through the crack of her beautiful ass to the filthy floor. Dimly she heard a scuffling and another voice said, "I think I heard someone coming." The guy who had just taken Nichole said, "Ok have you finished with the black one?" "Yes." "Both of you?" "Yeah," said another voice. "OK good lets go." "Hey let me go before you leave," Nichole cried as she heard them shuffle to the door. "Whoever is coming will let you go." Then the barn door creaked open then banged shut. She was alone again. No one came. It was many hours later during a fitful sleep that she felt someone messing with the ropes that bound her wrists to the ring in the floor. "Who's that?" she said. "Its me Miriam." "How did you get free?" "They didn't tie me to the floor like you, so I was able to get up and use a sharp bit of the wall to chafe the ropes apart, it took me hours. Anyway what's important is that they've gone and we're free." Her voice sounded strained, as it might have been given the circumstances. "Can you take my blindfold off please?" said Nichole. "Wait." Nichole felt hands move down her arms until it reached her head. Once the blindfold was removed she couldn't see any better and for one irrational second she thought they'd blinded her. Then she realized it was night, a very dark night. It took Miriam half an hour to untie the blond, working in the dark by touch alone, but eventually Nichole was able to pull her hands down for the first time in hours and rub her chafed wrists. "We've got to get out of here," she said as she sat up. "And do what?" Miriam's voice sounded lifeless in the darkness. "Get away." "In the dark? We don't even know where we are. We could get horribly lost in the dark and fall down some old mineshaft or something." "Well we can't just sit here all night." "That's what I intend to do," said Miriam as she crawled over to some straw she'd felt as she had crawled through the barn to release Nichole. "But we've got to get help. We've been raped." "Oh have we?" Miriam said with heavy irony, "is that what it was?" There was silence for a few minutes then Nichole said, "Were you really a virgin?" She just couldn't contain her curiosity. "Yes and now I've got two lots of their stuff inside me. They didn't use anything." At that Nichole started sniveling as she fancied she could feel the sperm wriggling inside her. "What about you?" Miriam's question snapped her out of her reverie. "What?" "Were you a virgin too? Or was it just an act so they'd leave you alone and fuck me instead?" "Look I didn't mean it like that, it's just that I really hadn't done it before. I just thought you had." "And why would you think that?" "Because...well..." "Because I'm half Arab is that it? My religion forbids sex before marriage as much as yours does, so why did you think I'd had sex with a boy?" "I'm sorry," sniveled Nichole who, as a good practicing Roman Catholic was fully aware of what the days events had done to her. She felt soiled and dirty and at that precise instance she needed a friend. She crawled over to where Miriam's voice was coming from and snuggled up to her whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She then burst into floods of tears. Miriam patted her head, her evil smile unseen in the darkness. (******************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com ****************) They'd hitched a ride with a farmer early the next morning after talking for most of the night. They'd talked about abortions, babies and the shame of their families. At first Nichole was all in favor of reporting it to the Police but Miriam persuaded her otherwise. Even though they tried to keep rape victims' identities secret they nearly always came out in the end and then they'd have the shame of everybody knowing and the humiliation of the pitying looks. Nichole could imagine the scandalous looks she'd get around town from the other women, who were all convinced that she was a tramp anyway by her continuous flirting and if there was indeed a rape then she'd brought it on herself. They pumped each other about their respective knowledge of sexual matters until it was exhausted not having been very extensive in the first place. They had a cry together about pregnancies and babies. Miriam wailed that at least Nichole's guy was blond, handsome and obviously French, whereas she had a couple of Corsican looking guys who were pug ugly and stank of sweat. Somehow that made Nichole feel marginally better. Then Miriam announced that she knew of this herbalist who lived in the Arab quarter that mixed up potions to get rid of unwanted pregnancies. They wrestled with their consciences for a while about both the ethics, and the practicalities, of a termination and decided that they couldn't go the 'legal' route; this was a small town and it wouldn't be long before everyone knew. So Miriam's solution seemed like the best one under the circumstances. And so they made a solemn vow that Miriam would get some for both of them and Nichole would pay for it. A few days later Miriam announced that she could get it, but it was expensive. "Ten Thousand Francs," she'd said and Nichole winced, her monthly allowance having just vanished. But she paid up. A few days later Miriam had turned up with a bottle full of cloudy liquid. "You keep taking this until it's gone." "Will it work?" "The woman said it works every time. Let me know when you need some more." Nichole tried it that night. It tasted awfully salty so she mixed it with orange juice to disguise the taste. As the months passed Nichole's belly started to grow defined and she was starting to panic. So she was pleased when she at last ran into Miriam. "What's happening, why isn't it working?" "I don't know, I asked the woman and she says very soon. Something about it having to be the right trimester or something. Don't worry," she said patting her own swollen belly, "I want rid of it as much as you." After that the two girls had gotten close as they shared their misfortune and were more often than not to be found in each other's company. Then one day Miriam wasn't at school. She didn't show for nearly two weeks. As soon as she did Nichole sought her out, "what happened?" "It did it, it worked. But I lost a lot of blood." "You bled?" exclaimed Nichole horrified. "They said it was very late for an abortion." "But what about me?" "If I were you I'd stop taking that stuff. This nearly killed me, promise me as a friend that you'll stop taking it." "But that means I'll have to have the baby," wailed Nichole. "Its better that than dead." That jolted Nichole back into reality and that night she poured the rest of the potion down the drain. (****************** (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *****************) Miriam had somehow managed to talk her way into the delivery room, after alerting the press about the impending good news, after all its not everyday a French Countess has a baby, and watched with glee from behind her mask as her former tormenter suffered agony with the delivery of her huge baby. Miriam had whispered to the midwife that Nichole had drug allergies so an epidural was out, as was any sort of painkiller. So she had it en natural. And Miriam had videotaped the whole thing as a souvenir, supposedly for the proud mother. It would compliment the one the men had made of Nichole while she was conceiving it as Miriam had watched enthralled. It would make a fortune when released onto the underground market. And that wasn't the worst of it. Nichole had nearly dropped her new son when they handed him to her, his little black face all scrunched up and crying lustily. "Black?" she muttered and the midwife looked down her glasses at her, a frown of disapproval scarring her forehead. Nichole looked frantically around for Miriam, to ask what had happened, but she'd vanished. (****************** (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *****************) "I hope things are better at school now that Nichole has left," asked her aunty a few days later. "Much better, thank you Aunty." "Don't thank me, thank your cousin he arranged everything." Miriam stood and kissed her aunty on the top of her head, "but you set it up. Now I've got to go Jean-Paul is outside." "Now you be careful on that motorbike and more especially in the barn that he takes you too." "Oh Aunty don't be such a worrier. I'll still have my virginity when I get married to him, we've both agreed. Anyway I've seen what can happen to unmarried mothers." She laughed then a thoughtful frown creased her forehead, "what was in that potion Aunty?" "The pee from your chamber pot, now get along, don't keep him waiting." (****************** (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *****************) OUCH! There's no-one can plan a revenge like what a woman can. It leaves me in stunned, but admiring, awe. Email me ladies and we'll plot together. 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