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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
get the one she expected. |
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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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Brenda put on the last of her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror. It was the night of her anniversary, and she wanted to be perfect for her husband.
She was wearing a short white nightie that covered her size 22 frame. She checked the tan pantyhose she was wearing for runs. Not that it mattered: her husband would rip through them as soon as he saw her.
It was her anniversery gift to him. She found out early in their marriage that she could not dress for work around him. As soon as she slid on her hosiery, her husband was on her. Not that she minded, it just made her late for work.
She looked up at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until her husband came home...
At that moment, Brenda's husband was out cold, bound and gagged in the trunk of their car. The Man who had do so was in the driver's seat, on his way to Brenda.
The Man had seen Brenda at a local market and had been following her for almost two months. She had become an obsession to him. A sexy big girl with huge breasts, she had never been alone for more than thirty minutes. That thirty minutes was the time before her husband came home. Not enough time to properly make her his Rape Victim.
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She heard the door open and then slam. Ten minutes passed. No hubby. A small nervous shiver passed through her. She got up off the bed and stepped out of the bedroom.
A hand covered Brenda's mouth and a knife was pressed to her throat.
"Behave, Fuck Toy and I won't kill you. Understand?"
"Please don't hurt me. Please..." Brenda stammered, her eyes on the knife pressing against her throat.
"Good." The Man kissed Brenda's neck. "I am going to enjoy making you My Rape Victim, Brenda."
"How...do you know.." Brenda swallowed in fear and shock. He knew her. If he knew her then he knew...
"My husband will be home soon," said Brenda with as much courage as she could muster.
The Man pressed his hand between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit through her pantyhose.
"Your husband is "tied" up right now, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda struggled.
" What happen to my husband?" she demanded.
"Nothing...yet. If you are a good Fuck Toy, you'll get to see him again. Now spread those big legs, Fuck Toy."
Brenda started to cry, but she obeyed.
"Please stop. Why are doing this to me? "
The Man kissed the back of Brenda's neck, pressed down on her clit with his fingers, and began to rub faster.
"To make you my Rape Victim, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda cried out as the Man's rubbing took control of her. She felt herself getting wet. Her body getting warm. The Man's kisses on her neck were touching the right spots...
"Please stop...don't rape me...don't hurt me...AHHH!"
Brenda screamed as she came for the Man. The Man could feel her wetness on his fingers.
Shame filled Brenda. She had cum for this...rapist.
The Man kissed Brenda tenderly on the neck again, then grabbed her by the hair.
Brenda cried out as her roughly dragged her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. The Man climbed on top of her and put the knife to her throat.
"Be good as I make you my Rape Victim. I will hurt you, then you can get to watch as I finish off your husband. Understand?"
"Yes..Yes. I'll be good. Just don't hurt me."
The Man ran his hands ove Brenda's huge breasts.
"What size are the titties, Fuck Toy?"
"44 F"
"Yes, so big and sexy."
The Man slit open the front of Brenda's nightie and began to suck and bite her nipples.
"Put your arms over your head, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Sobbing Brenda obeyed. She cried out as The Man cruely bit both her nipples.
The Man kissed down Brenda's belly to her thighs.
"Spread your legs wide, Fuck Toy."
Like an obedient pet, Brenda obeyed. The Man used the tip of his knife to slice open the crotch of her pantyhose. He started to rub her clit again with his thumb.
"Please stop. Please don't rape me...Please," she begged.
The Man smiled, and plunged his stiff cock into Brenda. Brenda screamed.
The Man lay his body on top of Brenda, wrapped his arms around her upperbody, and slammed his cock in and out of Brenda.
"Wrap your big legs around me, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Slowly the Man felt Brenda's nylon covered legs on his sides. He then raped her with quicker strokes. He could hear Brenda's sobbing as he made her his Rape Victim. Heard her struggle for air as his weight of his body cut off her breathing.
"Can't..breathe..please stop.." rasped Brenda.
The Man didn't hear her. He was lost in his new Fuck Toy. And when he came inside her, it was with a final stroke that used every ounce of strength he had. It illicted a strangled scream from his newest Rape Victim: Brenda Fuck Toy.
When the Man pushed himself off of his Rape Victim's body, he found that Brenda had passed out. Which was fine for him because it made his next task easier.
Using duct tape, he bound Brenda's wrists together. He then took a piece of cord and tied her bound wrists to the headboard of her bed.
Taking two more pieces of cord, tied one end to her ankles, then he tied off the other end to the headboard. Brenda's ankles were now up and behind her head. She was spread and helpless before him.
The Man climbed between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit. Brenda slowly woke, then panicked.
"Please untie me. I'll be good. PLEASE YOU ARE HURTING ME."
The Man looked at Brenda and continued to rub her clit.
"You are my Rape Victim now, Brenda Fuck Toy. I am giving you a lesson in what that means."
The Man continued to rub Brenda's clit as the realization of what had happen flooded over her. She sobbed as he assulted her clit again. Her legs and arms ached.
And her pussy was getting wet.
That made Brenda cry harder. That she could get excited for a Man who probably killed her husband and was still brutally raping her.
"Please...don't make me...not again..I can't..OH GOD IAM CUMMING..."
Brenda's body shook as her orgasm took her. The pleasure mixed with the shame were an assualt on her senses.
The Man smiled down on his Rape Victim. Forcing his Fuck Toys to cum was the second thing he loved about creating his Rape Victims.
Time for Number One on that list.
He smiled at Brenda and tenderly touched her face.
"Now time for your last lesson Rape Victim. One you will never forget."
The Man tore another piece of duct tape and put it over Brenda's mouth. Brenda's eyes went wide with fear.
The Man slid his cock into Brenda's wet pussy. Slow delibrate strokes.
"I know you like this, Rape Victim," he said pumping in and out of her," but I am going to show you what being a Rape Victim really means."
The Man pulled out of Brenda, and placed the tip of his cock on Brenda's anus. Brenda shook her head. Screamed into her gag. Struggled against her bonds. Anywhere but there. NO. NO. NO.
The Man slowly pushed into Brenda's anus. He could her muffled screams as he took her last piece of dignity.
"This is what it means, Rape Victim: your ass is mine."
He plunged into Brenda's ass with a hard, brutal final stroke,and proceeded to sodomize her.
Brenda screamed for the first part of her ass rape, but ran out of energy. She final went limp and let the Man finish with her. She was just his Rape Victim now. His Fuck Toy. Nothing else.
The Man pounded Brenda's ass and let out a scream of triumphant as his filled her ass with his cum. He pulled out and watched as his cum leaked out of his newest Rape Victim's ass.
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