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Jean was still hunched
over the steering wheel, intently turning the key, listening to the
starter motor uselessly grinding away. Steve approached the driver's
side window, all smiles. Jean continued to be oblivious to his
presence. He tapped on the window, and Jean jumped in her seat,
momentarily startled. When she recognized Steve, she broke out into
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Having trouble?", asked
Steve.
Jean sighed, her long red
hair tumbling provocatively over her shoulders. "Damn new car," she
muttered. "It hasn't been running right since I brought it in to the
dealer last week. And now this!" She slammed her hand onto the
steering wheel. "It's just like a man; it's never ready when you
need it." She looked at Steve, waiting for a reaction. She didn't
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Steve merely continued to
smile and chuckled. "Sounds like trouble with your car and your love
life. One more strike and you're out." He glanced towards the back
of her car and up the road. Still no sign of anyone else. "Anything
I can do? You wouldn't happen to have a cellular phone in your car,
would you?" asked Jean, staring through her window towards the back
of Steve's Mazda XR-7. "I need to get someone to tow this lemon back
to civilization. |
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Jean suddenly realized
what she was doing and laughed. "I really don't know where my mind
is today," she giggled musically. "Thank you." She rolled up the
window, then looked around at the other door, which was already
locked. Then Steve moved away from the side of the car and allowed
her to open the door. Steve stared appreciatively at her long, lean
legs, made even longer by the way her short skirt rode provocatively
up her thighs as she slid out of the front seat and stood on the
road. He began nervously fingering the metal object in his right
jacket pocket. Jean mistook his nervousness for embarrassment and
smiled at him as she pulled her skirt back down into position. It
was when she turned her back on him and bent over slightly to lock
the door that he made his move. |
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Steve approached Jean
from behind, leaned forward, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her
left wrist. Moving quickly, he reached around and grabbed her right
arm, pulling it behind her back and locking it inescapably into the
other side of the handcuffs. Jean, startled, barely uttered a dazed
"What--" before the other object, a red ball-gag, snaked out of his
left pocket and was popped in a flash into the gorgeous young
woman's gaping mouth. It wasn't until he began buckling it closed at
the back of her head that the realization of what was happening to
her suddenly hit her like a lead pipe, and she began screaming into
the rubber ball. A series of muffled "Mfffs" was the best that the
startled redhead could produce through the efficiency of her plug. |
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Steve put his arm around
her and began steering her towards the back of his car. Holding on
to her left elbow with one hand, he fished around in his pocket for
his car keys, then used them to pop open his trunk. Inside was
another pair of handcuffs, which he reached down and clicked into
place on the young secretary's shapely ankles. He looked at her
face. Real fear was showing in those emerald eyes, and he smiled.
This one would be a piece of cake. |
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He hefted her up, and
swung her body over the lip of the fender, and gently lowered her
onto the blanket in the trunk. He put his hand down on the lid and
began to slam it shut. Then, almost as an afterthought, he raised it
once again, and stared into the face of his helpless young victim.
"Don't go now, love," he said, in his sweetest voice. You'll be back
out again before you know it." Then he slammed down the trunk lid,
and went back to the driver's seat, whistling. Looks like this
wouldn't be such a dull weekend, after all. |
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Jean was standing in the
middle of his living room, eyes wide with terror. Her wrists were
chafed from struggling against the cruel steel of the handcuffs, and
her mouth was sore from being propped open by the loathsome gag. The
belt that was firmly bucked around her knees and the steel cuffs
hobbling her ankles guaranteed the man across the room a captive
audience. |
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Steve's voice droned on,
as he began bustling about the room, making preparations. He had
gone back out into the garage and had returned with a steel ladder
which he placed in front of her before moving on to other things.
"You'll have to excuse me if I don't offer you a seat, young lady.
But when I get through with you in a few minutes, you won't be in
any position to sit down anyway. |
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Jean, terrified at the prospect of
finding out what he meant by that remark, frantically clawed at the
handcuffs and shook her head wildly in an effort to dislodge the
foul-tasting ball that stuffed her mouth. That never works," said
the man, pulling a pocket knife from his trousers. He had extracted
a coil of clothesline from a nearby closet, and was busying himself
cutting it into strips of varying lengths. He was kneeling on the
floor directly in front of her, immersed in his work, yet carrying
on a running conversation with her at the same time. |
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Jean, who actually would
have liked nothing better, nodded her head in a frantic "no"
pattern. She knew that arguing with a crazy man armed with a pocket
knife would be a losing proposition, even if she hadn't been trussed
up like a Christmas turkey. She silently cursed herself for having
gotten into this situation, and wondered if she would be leaving
this place alive. His next comment did little to reassure her. "So
you'll just have to wear that little gadget for the duration, and
I'll just have to satisfy myself with your little whimpers and
moans. |
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Steve finally finished
his work, folded up the pocket knife and put it back into his
pocket. Jean almost collapsed with relief, until he got up and began
approaching her with two of the sections of rope he had selected. He
walked behind her and began lashing his first length of rope around
her left wrist, without removing the handcuffs. After testing his
knots to make certain they were secure, he moved on to her other
wrist and trussed it up in a similar fashion. He then took the loose
ends of both ropes, and began climbing the ladder he had placed in
front of her. Jean could not imagine what he was up to. For her
sake, it was much better that she could not. If she had been able to
deduce his intentions, she probably would have fainted on the
spot... |
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Lisa was in the middle of her boutique's store room when she heard the door chime. She looked at her watch and sighed. It was five minutes until closing which meant she'd be late getting all her work done. That meant she was going to be late starting dinner. Oh well, they would have to lose a bit of their supper time to business.
Not that her husband and kids minded. Business was good, and lateness was accepted.
Lisa did a quick check of herself in the mirror. She was wearing a simple dress that flowed down to her knees. At age 40, Lisa was a 5' 4" big blonde girl--size 20-- with great curves.She had been big all her life so her size never bothered her. She had had her share of men, and, when she undid the top buttons of the dress a little, she knew the clevage showing from her 44d breasts combined with little glimpses of nylon covered leg would be enough to get her husband to sit up and beg. Men were just stupid that way.
Lisa stepped out of the storeroom...and saw no one. She shrugged. Must have left, she thought as she turned the lock in the door. Maybe she would make it in time.
As she walked past the boutique's dressing rooms, a Man slide out behind her, put his hand to her mouth, a knife to her throat and dragged her inside the dressing room.
All Lisa could see was the knife, inches from her face. The Man clamped down hard on her mouth. Lisa tried to squirm free, but the Man pressed the edge of the knife to her throat. Lisa froze.
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Lisa slowly nodded, very aware of the knife on her throat.
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"What is you name, Fuck Toy?"
"Lisa...please don't hurt me...I have money..."
The Man struck Lisa in the temple with the knife handle. She staggered, her vision going black for a moment. Intense pain from the blow followed.
"I don't want your money. I want you, Lisa Fuck Toy. I am going to make you my Rape Victim. Now if you want to live through it, you better start obeying me. Do you want to live Fuck Toy?"
"Yes...", whispered Lisa.
The Man shook Lisa's head.
"LOUDER, FUCK TOY!"
"I WANT TO LIVE," shouted Lisa, tears now flowing freely.
"Good, now put your hands on your head and stay very still."
Lisa obeyed. The Man ran his hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples cruely through her dress and bra. Lisa cried out.
The Man placed the knife against her right breast.
"Stay still, Fuck Toy."
Lisa gulped and forced her body to stillness. The Man kneeled before her and pulled up her dress. His finger slid between her thighs.
"Spread those big thighs, Fuck Toy."
Lisa shifted her feet to obey. The Man reached up, grabbed the waist band of her pantyhose, and yanked them--with her panties-- to her knees. Lisa began to sob.
The Man placed his mouth on Lisa's clit and began to suck. Even though she was revolted by his touch, her body began to respond to the Man. A gasp left her mouth as he slowly shoved a finger inside her. She began to get wet.
The Man pumped his finger in and out of Lisa's pussy as he sucked her. Lisa fought and fought...
"Oh God...stop..I'm CUMMING...NOOOO!"
The Man grabbed Lisa's ass and pulled her closer so he can taste Lisa's wetness as she came. He loved making his Fuck Toys cum. Made their rape so much sweeter.
The shame hit Lisa and she began to weep. She was still weeping as The Man pulled her to the floor off the dressing room, pushed her legs up and back, and rammed his hard cock into her.
The only sound in the dressing room was the grunting of the Man as he raped Lisa, and her sobbing until the Man shot his semen into Lisa. Lisa then let loose a long piercing scream as she felt his dirty seed enter her.
The Man smiled down at Lisa as her scream subsided.
"You are now My Rape Victim, Fuck Toy. You will always be."
The Man stayed on top of Lisa until his cock soften. He rolled off her and slapped her across the face.
"Shut up, Fuck Toy. You are my Rape Victim now. So behave."
Lisa took a deep breathe. That reduced her sobbing to a whimper.
The Man grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her to her feet.
"Strip, Rape Victim."
Lisa stripped off her heels, pantyhose, panties, dress and then her bra. She heard the Man intake of breathe has he admired her body.
The Man step forward and began to suck Lisa's nipples.
"Such a beautiful Rape Victim. I need to enhance your beauty. Sit on the bench."
Lisa sat, body shaking with fear. The Man unbent a couple of wire hangers and bound Lisa's wrists and ankles.
"Stay still. If I see you step out of this dressing room, I will kill you."
The Man stepped out of the dressing room. Lisa was left there, her Rapist's cum leaking out of her, thinking of her family, of the shame she and they would have to live with. The Man was right: she was just his Rape Victim now. Tears flowed down her face.
The Man returned carrying some clothes. He untied her and dropped the clothes into her lap.
"Dress for me Rape Victim."
Lisa untangled the clothes: a red short lace nightie and a pair of red pantyhose. She slid on the hose, and noticed he had cut out the crotch of the hose. She wiggled into the nightie. The Man smiled at her.
"So beautiful. Come here Rape Victim."
Lisa shuffled over to him. The Man walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck. His hands cupped her breasts. A hand slid down to her clit. His fingers began to slowly rub her clit.
Lisa tried to pull away, but he held her tight as he rubbed her clit. Lisa stop fighting and gave in. She was his Rape Victim. His Fuck Toy. She pushed her hips up to meet his fingers and came for him a second time.
The Man kissed her cheek.
"That was nice, Rape Victim. Now to complete you. Bend over and put your hands on the bench."
Lisa obeyed. The Man ran his hands over her back and ass. He spread Lisa's ass cheeks and drove his stiff cock into Lisa's anus.
Lisa screamed and screamed as the Man sodomized her. She had never had a man in her "backdoor" and this Man was brutal.
"Yes, scream for me Rape Victim. You are and always wil be my Fuck Toy. Always remember who took your ass."
The Man raped Lisa's big beautiful ass hard and fast. Her screaming added to the intense pleasure this big sexy Fuck Toy was giving him. When he came, it was with a loud scream of triumph that rivaled Lisa's screams of terror and pain.
When the Man's cock soften and slipped out of Lisa's ass, she collasped to the ground. The Man collected Lisa's dress,'hose,bra and heels,then took the unwired hangers and bound her ankles and wrists again. He shoved her panties in her mouth and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you Lisa Fuck Toy. It was a pleasure to make you my Rape Victim."
The Man left a sobbing Lisa on the floor of the dressing room.
Later, at a gas station pay phone, he told the 911 operator where they could find Lisa Fuck Toy. His Sixth Rape Victim.
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