Rape Betrayal 8 A Mother Betrayed
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It was the middle of December, three days before the college broke for Christmas. The days had become really short, and if you lived in the middle of a concrete forest like I did, really cold. I was in second year then, having given the end semester examinations, and trying to enjoy the few days that remained before we all headed off for our homes. But one can only enjoy as much with an empty hostel, most of my mates having departed already inspite of the fact that college was still on. Not so for me, my parents would mail me the e-ticket right on the day the college closed.
Cursing my luck, I sat in the large hall, all mine now, the only remaining guy spending his time with his girlfriend in some secret location. I didn't have a girlfriend back then, and sitting in the empty hall made me wonder if I should have tried harder to get one. And coupled with the cold, it made me feel horny as hell. As if to mock my predicament, a gaggle of girls (it's geese I know, anyway) passed on the road outside the hostel, towards the college. I didn't recognize them, and would have ignored them but for the fact that my nose chose to assert itself at that very moment. The resultant explosion drew their attention, and on inquiring, found me hastily wiping my nose. This caused them to erupt in fresh laughter,and they went on their way.?Bitches? I thought to myself, my mind conjuring up images of the girls naked on their backs, being fucked hard by my.....
The clock told me another hour had been deleted from my lonely existence. I was still sitting with a running nose, as alone as before. To make matters worse, I discovered that I was now sneezing at short intervals,and headed off to the medicine closet to get something. This done, I headed back to my room to freshen up, deal with the copious phlegm and decide what I'd do for the rest of the day. This took me another hour, for the sneezes proved to be too resilient for one tablet to work. WHen I was finally done, I decided, against better sense, to head to the college and see if anyone was around.
Informing the warden, I set off towards the almost desolate college, looking boring and somewhat haunted in the fading daylight. To add to this mysterious dimension was the presence of a single bike in the parking lot, the concrete expanse showing no other signs of recent use. More surprisingly, it was a girl's bike, all pink and lavender, with a basket up front. Wondering which girl could be spending her time so fruitlessly (even the library had closed by now), I headed in, past the foreboding gate and the equally suspicious glance of the gatekeeper, into the main building.
Now our college was built in the 50s, when colonial architecture had gone out of fashion but artistic sense had not yet taken its place in the minds of architects. The result was a Soviet-style block of concrete that had narrow slits for windows, more for use as nesting places for birds than as inlets for light, let alone warmth. In my two years here. I had come to know the structure and its interior by heart, though each passage was as boring as the previous and the next, each staircase as dark and steep as the one in the next wing, and so on. I also knew that the staff would have headed off home or to the staff canteen by now, leaving the behemoth to brood by itself.
Passing through the lower part of the building, I decided to head towards the field, hoping to find someone, or at least something to do. The moment I stepped onto the grass, however, my body told me it was the wrong choice. Not only was I clad in simple sandals which left my feet at the cold mercy of tall dewy grass, but the vast expanse created a sort of Gobi desert where wind freely smashed into you, as if asking why you had dared to come at this hour. Add to it the totally empty field, and the college was starting to feel positively spooky.
I crossed the field double pace, my feet thoroughly drenched and my nose starting to protest again. So I was greatly relieved to replace the windy cold for the stony cold of the passages that opened onto the field. Fishing out my phone , I discovered the time to be around four, yet the place looked like something out of a medieval haunted castle. Finding the stony cold to be little better when it came to cheering one up, I picked up pace, deciding to head back home rather than humour the spirits that were surely wondering what this human was up to.
The pillars beside me began to whizz past as I covered the long passage. Reaching its end, I decided against taking a short cut through the building, instead going round, taking a sharp corner as I continued my lonely sojourn. I was walking so fast that my sandals were protesting, my breath coming in ragged gasps, all to keep my body warm. I was walking so fast,that I almost missed her.
I decelerated at a rapid pace, coming to stop two pillars ahead of where she half sat half against the pillar. Retracing my steps till I was standing a yard away, I realized she must be one of the freshers,for I could not recognize her. And if the chemistry textbook on her lap was any indication, she was not of my department either (I was in commerce).
For a brief while I stood there, wondering if the girl was at all alive, it being inconceivable that someone could sleep with the wind as it was. Evidently she was alive, for her chest rose and fell gently. Wondering whether I should wake her or not, I realized that there was about half an hour till the gate was locked, and she would likely have to spend the night here. Bending down beside her, I gently cleared my throat, making an odd sound as the cold had reached my throat. She didn't respond, her features the same as before, her hair gently flying in the wind. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped as an opportunity came to my mind.
I had no girlfriend, and it had been quite a while since I had felt a girl's touch, or to be more precise, squeezed any tits. This one had a nice pair, the contours, inspite of being dulled by triple layers of bra, blouse and sweater, telling me that she must atleast be a C cup. Forgetting the deadlline completely, I watched mesmerized as the bulge on her chest rose and fell with her breathing, standing out at all times against her flat stomach and narrow waist, partly obscured by the book.
This sight was, even before I realized it, giving me a hard-on, and I couldn't help but lean closer, close enough to feel her warm breath brush against my face, her black hair caressing my face, even as she slept in blissful ignorance. Inspite of this proximity to her face however, I found nothing very attractive about her bespectacled, slightly freckled face, my attention shifting again to her tits, which were now barely inches from my hungry hands. For a moment I held myself, my common sense stopping me from sinking my fingers into the soft bulge before me. If she woke, it would probably be the end of my studies here. On the other hand, if the wind didn't wake her....
My index finger soon rested on her stomach, poking her gently. No response. I placed the same finger on her tits, taking care to balance myself lest I slip and fall on her. In this position I was at almost no risk, but I couldn't feel anything either. Keeping an eye on her closed eyelids and making sure she was breathing as peacefully as before, I gradually placed two, three and then five fingers on the left side of her breasts, not daring to apply any pressure. Yet the very image of my hand resting squarely on her chest made me hard, making me throw caution to the winds as I went for more.
Shifting again while taking care not to press down, I was soon on top of her legs, both my hands placed on the tits, resting lightly but firmly on the heavily clothed mounds. I began to spread my fingers till they had encompassed her chest, touching each other, like two spiders getting ready to wrap round their prey. Still she showed no sign of waking, and I gathered the courage, aided by a nose that threatened to take the road of high morality should I waste too much time. Ensuring that my palms were at the base of her tits, I began to squeeze.
The tits had felt firm under my grasp, like heavy rubbery globes that were just meant to be mauled. My manhood pushing against my jeans, I squeezed harder, pushing my fingers deeper into her chest, eager to take in as much of the soft flesh as possible into my palm. Though the sweater proved to be an impediment, I soon found myself squeezing them as much as possible, loving the way the bouncy tits filled my hands and resisted my fingers as they invaded it. Suddenly I was aware of two eyes staring at me, then a shrill scream.
Hands were pushing against me, scratching me, desperate to get me off her. Her legs were kicking mine,. pushing me off balance and on top of her. I landed with softly on her, temporarily knocking the breath out of her. Ironically my landing was softened by the very tits she was trying to defend, trapping her and my hands underneath us. I freed mine first, pressing my hand against her mouth as my other tried to fend off her now free arms. This forced my to press further, allowing her to bite my fingers. In the position, I had no other option but to allow her hands to scratch and punch me, my free arm trying to free the other.
As I freed my hand however, she screamed again, making me realize that she needed to be silenced for good. Clambering up on her somehow (which incidentally pressed my knee into her ribcage) I landed a hard punch on the part of her torso available,followed by two on her heaving tits. I had no time to admire them , however, as she screamed a third time. Two slaps and another punch later though, she saw sense in closing her pouty lips. Silence descended again on the campus, with no sign of the watchman, yet. I clasped my hand on her face again. She couldn't bite me this time, nor was she willing to take any more punches, instead she looked at me with the angriest expression she could muster.
Yet as one danger passed,another appeared : the sounds of the watchman's stick could be heard in the distance. I realized that there was no time to reason with her,. and she must be hidden quickly. Letting her face go, I grabbed her long hair in my left arm, holding onto it while I got up with the other. SHe found herself dragged up by her hair, yelping and crying but not screaming. Relieved that she'd not yet heard the footsteps, I made her pick up her book, then dragged her to the nearest classroom. Locked. Damn the steps were getting nearer, and she heard them too. I saw her prepare to scream, and punched her again. Dragging her to the next room before she could recover, I found it unlocked,and thanking providence, threw her inside, closing the door just as the watchman entered the corridoor we had been in.
My heart was in my mouth, as I pressed the girl against the wall of the dark room, replacing the hold of her hair with a hold on her mouth, the other hand keeping her hands at bay. THe sounds got nearer, and it was all I could do to keep her from pushing me away and running. Closer and closer, as I prayed that he would not enter the room. She kicked me, and almost lost balance. I punched her again, as the man passed outside the door and moved on. Another punch quietened her, and i heaved a sigh of relief as the sounds became fainter. Relieved I collapsed against her, my mouth naturally coming close to hers. Before she could scream, my lips were on hers.
Shocked, she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to dart inside, exploring her reluctant tongue in the warmth of her mouth. Her hands tried to push me away, as her teeth clamped down, making me howl in pain. Guessing the position, I swung my hand, colliding with something soft, feeling my tongue jerk in her mouth, even something warm touched my cheek and trickled down . My tongue was released, and it trapped hers, forcing it to play, her taste organ unable to prevent me from running all over it, then taste her cheeks and teeth, all the while she passively allowing the invasion of her mouth.
Meanwhile my hands had, almost on their own,sought out her tits, and soon placed themselves on the bulge, which was aided by her efforts to get me off her chest. She responded to this new outrage by intensifying her thrust on my hands, pulling and scratching them as they held her tits captive. I was finding it hard to hold onto her mouth as she tried to say something, shaking her head. The watchman having long gone, I took the luxury of letting her mouth go, and was releived to find only weak protests come out of her oral cavity.
Yet the focus was now squarely on her tits, one hand mauling the mounds, squeezing as deep as the position would allow, the other starting to raise her sweater. The second task proved harder, and I pushed my hand inside it. I was greeted by warm flesh, which I intentionally pinched and scraped, making her whimper and squirm between me and the wall. Presently I came to an expanse of cotton, my hand hitting an obstruction on its way up. Readjusting my hand, I pushed between bra and blouse/sweater, and was rewarded with a big mound that I cupped in my eager hand. As she had shifted to scratching the hand that had penetrated her cotton defences, I used my free hand to hold her against the wall, giving me more room to maul her boob.
Using this extra room to poke her ribs with my knuckle, I proceeded to pull down the cotton cup, replacing soft cotton for softer flesh. More arousingly still, something hard and rubbery poked my fingers, making me imprison it between my thumb and forefinger, and give it a hard twist. She let out a squeal, her legs trembling under me as her struggles stopped and renewed with greater vigour, A harder twist, and she now shifted from begging me to let her go to letting go of her nipple.
Using the opportunity given by her weakened resistance, I grabbed her sweater and yanked it up, pushing up her blouse along with it. When it was held back by her armpits, I navigated my free hand to her other tit, yanking the bra down and exposing (though I could not see them) the tits in all their glory. Before she could protest, her nipples registered theirs by becoming hard, each half an inch long, and from what I could feel, quite puffy. I welcomed this by latching onto both with my fingers, pulling and twisting them as she pushe against me. This was followed by pulling the nips upwards, forcing them to take the weight of the heavy tits. Releasing one, I gently cupped the underside of the still imprisoned other boob, squeezing it softly, loving the soft underside of her tit.
Risking further scratching, I let go of her nipple, bending down instead. Using my nose to find her tit, I took in one nipple, sucking the soft nub, almost willing it to produce milk. Instead it produced sobs and whimpers from her, though the hand in my hair wasn't pulling too hard. Wrapping my arms round her naked abdomen, I continued sucking her, alternating it with flicks with my tongue. The softer ministrations began to change the tenor of her voice, making it heavier and replacing the yelps with moans. The hand in my hair was actually stroking it now, pressing my head against her chest, wanting me to continue sucking her like a child.
I obliged, shifting from one tit to another, now sucking , now biting the soft tit, now forcing her tit into my mouth using my hand. She was pressing against me now, all pretence of resistance gone. Her tits were wet with my saliva, but she didn't want me to stop,protesting when I did. Heedless of her protests, I kissed her again, full on the lips, and was surrpised to find her kissin back, her arms holding onto my shoulders, her wet torso pressing against my chest, her body, invisible in the darkness, nevertheless expressing its desire to be taken.
My hands shifted to her jeans, pulling the belt till it was out of the way, before undoing the button and dragging down her jeans. She realized the progress I'd made only when th cold air touched her thighs, my fingers kneading the soft expanse of flesh. She pulled away from my lips, begging me not to fuck her. "Why not ? You want me, don't you?" I asked, getting only silence in response. Yet when I resumed the tugging, she spoke in a soft voice "I'm a virgin." Really ? I asked in my mind. Today was my lucky day!
Evidently she didn’t share my feelings, for she began pleading harder as I continued to pull them down, reaching her ankles soon. All she had on were her panties now. "Please, don't take my virginity."
"How will you stop me?" I taunted her, pushing one finger into her crotch, feeling the warm wetness of her vagina. Coating my finger in the soft wetness, using the liquid coating my finger as proof of her willingness, thrusting it against her nose. She remained silent. I pushed it into her mouth, and she reluctantly licked it, her tongue lapping up her own juices. But again she said "Please...." I could tell she was looking at me beseechingly, but the benefit of not being able to look into them allowed me to ignore her promises of not telling anybody if I let her go now. I replaced my finger at the warm wet crotch, poking it , loving the softness of her vulva.
In a flash, her panties were bunched round her thighs, and her bush,with the vagina concealed within, was exposed. I probed deeper, ignoring her pleas and occassional push, till I found her wet hole, parting the outer lips as I soaked in the wetness. She was sobbing quietly now,but I knew she would become aroused again if I started fucking her. Yet the position was too dificult, and we were too close to the door, so I decided to shift her.
She probably read it as a sign of my backing off, for I heard her heave sigh of relief. Taking a hold of her hand, I used the other to feel along the wall till I found the switchboard,and turning on switches at random, I waited as the tubelight flickered to light, showing me my victim for the first time in the room. She was in a mess, chunks of paint enmeshed in her hair, her top pulled up untidily and her fair skin exposed from tit to pussy and beyond. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were glistening, but I could also make out the damp spot in her panties , which was embarassing her.
My dick was getting as hard as obsidian in my pants, so I decided to free it. Her mouth opened in an O when she saw the size of it - 9 inches and a good deal thick. Truth be told I had never had sex with a girl before, having only been sucked once. Now I wanted a similar, if not better, performance from her. Advancing upon her, I grabbed her hair and, instead of the pull towards me that she expected, I pushed her to her knees, her poor bones hitting the floor with a thud. Now positioned before me with her eyes staring at me with a mixture of bafflement and fear, I ensured she was looking at my dick instead by holding it directly above her head. Moving further, I placed the dick directly above her head, taking out my phone and clicking a picture before she could object. Next I lowered my cock a little, using the long shaft to poke her in the o t face, clicking away at her intense discomfiture.
But my hormones were by now too high for me to continue clicking her, and I proceeded to fucking her. Brushing her hands away, I made it clear to her that she would be face fucked whether she liked it or not, which, if done well,I might consider as enough for the night. The stupid cunt believed me, allowing me to place the tip of my prick in her waiting mouth. I had loved her tongue on mine, but tongue on cock took it to an entirely different level. As her fleshy organ now began to lick the tip of my dick, I the tingling wet sensations spreading from the tip to my whole organ, heightening my pleasure. More pressure on her hair encouraged her to innovate, and she began to lick up and down my shaft, gently pulling the skin of my sacks into her mouth, before licking my balls and returning to my dick. If I had had only the sight of her pleasuring me, it would have sufficed, but the feeling of her tongue and lips on my dick was awesome beyond description.
She now shifted to the tip again, her lips wrapping like a red band round the tip, blowing hot breath onto my cock at short intervals. Gradually she took more and more of it into her oral hole, engulfing my dick in a warm wet orifice. Yet she stopped round half my dick, considering it impossible to go further. Frustrated, I grabbed to handfuls of her hair, pulling her head into my pubic hair, causing her tear stained eyes to widen in horror, depositing the tears I had spilled from her eyes, in my groin. I held her there for a few seconds but it must have seemed like an eternity to her. Had it not been for the fact that she was choking, I would have kept her in the position for much longer, In the event, I pulled out sufficiently to allow her to gulp in air,before pushing in again, face fucking her hard. From the tightness of her orifice, I could tell that I was penetrating deep into her throat, her gagging only increasing my pleasure.
I realized that if I continued to fuck her this way, I would cum in her throat. Unfortunately for her, I wanted to take her cherry, cumming in the hole that mattered. So I pulled out with great reluctance, allowing her to gulp in air as I backed off slightly, still admiring the saliva on my dick.
Yet when I showed no signs of letting her go, she began to plead again.
Checking to make sure the door was securely locked, I advanced upon her, too far gone to bother about her mumbling entreaties, which turned to screams when I grabbed her waist, pushing her onto the nearest bench. She prompty sat up, trying to get off the cold wood, trying to kick me away. Unfortunately for her, one of the kicks landed on my balls, giving her a momentary advantage, but earning her two hard slaps which knocked her back onto the bench. Grabbing her legs, I made short work of her panties (her jeans had fallen off), and pulled her legs wide apart, forcing her to face the reality that she would be raped. "You might as well enjoy it. " I whispered to her. pressing in the point.
Predictably, this brought forth another volley of pleas and kicks, the latter no longer effective as I was standing inches from her exposed honeypot. As for her pleas, they got louder and shriller as I poked her pussy with my dick, my dick fully hard thanks to her effort. If she had asked me to be gentle with her , I might have complied, but she kept up her "virgin" banter, interspersed by the sobs which served as a visual aphrodisiac for my cock.
She was trying to get up again, and this time I didn't stop her. Instead, I grabbed her arms, pulling her towards me, till she was sitting on the desk, her tear stained face filling my vision. Holding her with one hand, I pushed the other between the folds of her pussy, feeling for her clit. This made her plead some more, but I could tell she was getting aroused again, her pleas becoming shorter and huskier. Encouraged, I changed the angle of my hand, while the other positioned her legs round my waist. Discovering her clit, I gently touched it, making her jump, yet become wetter still. Her eyes were closed now, allowing me to concentrate on rubbing her hole as imaginatively as I could, pushing as many as four fingers into the sopping lips, but taking care to stay away from her maidenhead.
The effort gave fruit soon, her mouth now opening only to emit moans of increasing intensity, her arms holding onto my shoulders for support as she again found herself at the mercy of her sexual nature. Yet I could not go on like this forever, especially when my dick suddenly touched her thighs, causing me to almost cum in excitement. Removing my hand, I replaced it with my hand, poking gently at her hole. Yet she made no complaint now, her eyes closed still. I could wait no more, reaction or no reaction. I applied more pressure, forcing my dick just inside her folds, then deeper still, till I reached a block. Her cherry.
Her eyes snapped open, her face showing confusion as her mind fought between continuing the pleasurable experience and protecting her virginity. I enjoyed it, her mouth expressing confused words even as her pussy was fully prepared to take me in. Finally I saw the confusion clear. In a small voice, she said, "Please don't." I slammed in.
It's hard to describe the feeling of slamming into a virgin, an aroused virgin yet a scared virgin. As I filled her completely, her hole wrapped me like a tight glove, almost squeezing me as it tried to accommodate a man for the first time. Her eyes, wide in shock, only egged me on as I pushed in all the way to my balls, replacing the cold air for the warmth of a shocked female.
I held there for what seemed like eternity, my body and mind in pure bliss, savouring the sensations that moved from my groin to fill my senses, even as her eyes looked away, a tear trickling down the fair cheek to enter her mouth. As the second tear began to make its way down, I pulled out, holding it outside for a moment. There was blood on my dick, her virginal blood attesting to my conquest of her cunt. Loving the feeling, I slammed back in, causing her to jerk,her tits bouncing against my chest.
Out, and back in again. I picked up my pace, forcefully kissing the girl,mashing her lips against mine as her tits were against my chest, her pussy walls against my dick. She had no option but to hold onto me, as my violent thrusts became faster and faster, till I was fucking her in a frenzy, our bodies slapping against each other, her mouth letting out grunts of pain and pleasure. But for me it was only blissful incomparable pleasure, my mind loving the dual sensations of having taken a girl's virginity and the more current one of fucking the shit out of her,
Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer, her warm presence becoming almost one with me as we mated in the empty room. She was bearing the brunt of it all, from the cold of the wood to the force of my thrusts, yet I could tell she was getting more and more aroused. The tears had continued to flow, but the crestfallen look had given way to a lustful one, her eyes betraying a desire she'd kept locked up like a good girl, till it was forced out of her, Now she surrendered completely to it, the legs round my waist gripping me with a force more than what was necessary, her lips kissing me with a hunger of their own, her eyes begging me to continue my violation. As I approached orgasm, she actually began to meet my thrusts with some of her own, her arms, now supporting her body, assisting in this expression of desire,
I was rapidly approaching my orgasm now. Her toes were pressed against my butt, pushing me up towards her; her lovely head was throwing itself back in loud moans, before coming up to meet my lips again. As I held her slender torso, she pressed harder against me, her arms pushing her towards my invading pole. My lips were moving all over her upper torso now, kissing sucking licking and biting away at her neck, chest and breasts as she moaned more frequently, her sounds of pleasure eclipsing the sounds of our slapping bodies.
Yet I could hold no more,. Pressing her hard against me, I pushed in as far as my dick would go, burying my face in her neck as I came hard, emptying load upon load of warm jizz into her once virgin cunt. She didn't resist, but took it all in, trying to bring herself to orgasm. I dimly noted her letting out a moan that was almost a scream, her hips banging hard against mine, her juices overflowing her pussy, lost as I was in the warm afterglow of my own orgasm, loving the tight velvet like warmth of her most precious place. Exhausted, I pressed my body against her, as her arms began to buckle then collapse. We landed hard on the bench, our my arms still underneath her, her legs still wrapped around mine, our tired bodies relaxing after an exhilarating experience. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes, falling asleep on top of her.
I awoke to a gentle nudging from my victim and lover, her eyes looking at me with an alarm which made me realize that I wasn't in my wedding bed, but on a cold bench in the deserted college. To make matters worse, sounds of the watchman were returning towards the door, marking the second of his three nightly circuits of the college. And it seemed he had noticed the light. Getting up quickly,my heart in my mouth, I fled to a corner, hiding behind some unused desks piled together. She wasn't so fast, and after dressing quickly, had the unpleasant job of opening the door. I spent tense moment as I saw her talk with the invisible watchman, her voice so low as to be unintelligible from my corner. For some reason, she failed to persuade him not to enter, and he pushed past her, in the process pushing her against a wall.
It took my slow brain another minute to realize she was pleading, and another before I realized she would have to give the second blow job of the night. I held my breath till I saw him lower his pants, her face appearing between his legs. Sneaking out softly, I took the bunch of keys, marveling at the watchman's lust, which prevented him from ascertaining where I was,and which now prevented him from noticing me passing inches from him. I made good my escape through the side door, leaving the keys there. As I departed, I heard a faint female scream. Poor girl, it would be a long night for her indeed.
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written by Pandorius999
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Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
(Um here is the intro from the last archivist -- "An exceptionally violent and angry story about rejection and revenge, self-destructive behavior and hurting others. Very sacrilegious." Heh, I couldn't have said it better myself, Jaz) "I did it, I raped a Nun." God it sounds weird saying that, even to me. I raped her quite a few times actually. She was a sweet girl, I kind of liked her. I mean as a person, she was ok. I didn't rape her out of lust, or greed. I did it to prove a...
" What is your name, girl?" Despite her surprise at his use of English, Cathy responded as she had been trained- with name , rank, and serial number. " Harper, Cathy C. ,Captain , United States Army, 409-67-0221" " No. You are wrong. That is not who you are. You are no longer Harper, Captain, United States Army. You are now the slave Cathy. I am your Master. A merciful master, once you have learned to obey. A merciless one if you do not. I know Western women like you , Cathy. I...
(Sister gets fucked, Nun gets raped, priest gets fucked with mentally. Jaz goes to hell, where he will probably be fucked. Warning: Strong religious themes. This story will stand alone, but it is definitely a sequel.) "No, No, Please God NO!" My sister whimpered as I played with her breasts. She did not fight or struggle really. I think a small part of her tactile memory recalled how much pleasure these hands had given her. You see my little sister Susan had recently been held hostage...
Anna and I kept fucking for years, and became accustomed to people walking through during our love-making sessions. We’d fuck anywhere, as soon as we got horny I would lift up her skirt and put my little cock in her pussy. I kept getting in trouble at school for fucking Anna, and eventually the principal called my Dad into a meeting. My Dad, being the owner of the strip club and apartments, was very wealthy. The principal talked to him about how I wasn’t focusing in school, and how I’d...
Introduction: The Blonde Avenger Gets Raped To Get Evidence On Film Before The Pervert is arrested Rape Bait Chapter Three The Bondage Rapist / Extremely Foul Play Mona strutted into her husbands study, in full sexpot mode, and asked coyly, Think my date or dates are going to like me tonight, honey? When Saul looked up, she made a 360 degree models sexy twirl with her body. He looked over her abundantly exposed, curvaceous flesh, and whistled, Where in the hell did you get that hookers...
RAPE AT SEA I have been in the US Navy for 24 years and am considered a crusty old sailor.At 43 years old, I am twice the age of a lot of the men as the military ismade up of mostly 18 to 24 year olds. I am a Master Chief Petty Officer whichis the highest rank an enlisted person can achieve. When the Navy announcedthey were going to allow women on combat ships, I was mad as hell. Being ?oldschool? I felt a war ship was no place for females. Having just returned froma 6 month deployment which...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
Rape of the Party GirlsAmy and April walked briskly down the quiet street, the clack-clack-clack of their heels on the pavement the only thing breaking the silence of the quiet December evening. It was cold, and they wanted to reach the Christmas party quickly; neither was dressed for these temperatures. Both girls were 17, and worked part time as waitresses at a local restaurant while studying for their A levels. They were looking forward to the party, and had dressed to impress; close...
Chapter Three The Bondage Rapist / Extremely Foul Play Mona strutted into her husband’s study, in full sexpot mode, and asked coyly, “Think my date or dates are going to like me tonight, honey?” When Saul looked up, she made a 360 degree model’s sexy twirl with her body. He looked over her abundantly exposed, curvaceous flesh, and whistled, “Where in the hell did you get that hooker’s outfit.” “I borrowed it from my daughter, darling. Her measurements are about an inch...
Introduction: An attractive older business woman in New York only wants to return to her expensive hotel room, it is almost midnight. She is tired from a grueling meeting, and do to her inattention has gotten on the wrong subway train! Rape in The Subway Station An attractive older business woman after a late night business meeting only wants to return to her expensive hotel room, it is almost midnight. She is tired from the grueling meeting, and do to her inattention has gotten on the wrong...
Rape in Bangladesh by Pakistan Army: Deba & Daughters. Part-1By Shagor HossainSynopsis: It is said that Bengali are the most eye-catching ladies of Asia. Pakistan army captured the beautiful Bengali wife & teen age daughters of Feda kamal in Dhaka with the charge of spying against the Pakistan army in 1971 when the people of Bangladesh was fighting the Pakistan army for liberation. Mother & daughters were tortured, humiliated and raped again and again till the Pakistan army surrendered to the...
Here's the info I can think of ?????????????????????????????????? RAPE OF THE SALESWOMAN Kim is a very hard-nosed saleswoman. She may be small in frame, but she is tough as nails when it comes to getting what she wants. She has been working at the same large company on the east coast for over 10 years. Over that time, she has gained a well-deserved reputation as a bit of a bitch. That said, it has served her well professionally as she heads the sales department now after starting as a...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Ashley is a rape cop. She's 21, blonde, athletic, with small firm tits. She wears a blue and black police uniform, with a short skirt and sheer black stockings. Ashley enters the dark rape lair, finding video equipment, whips, ropes and chains, knockout drugs, everything a hard-core serial ass-rapist would need. She follows the sounds of sobbing and moaning, and finds a bunch of hot, naked brunette girls tied up and bent over. The girls' young asses are all red and sore from being spanked and...
I slept late on Monday morning since there was nothing else for me to do. I got showered and dress with barely enough time left to have breakfast. Breakfast was a bagel bought the night before and coffee made that morning by boiling coffee grounds in a pot on the stove. After the boiling I poured the liquid grounds and all into a auto store funnel, but only after first lining it with a paper towel. Almost all the grounds wound up on the paper towel, so it made a passable yet strong cut of...
My name is Dwayne Dexter. I'm an 18-year old African-American male from a major southern US city. All my life I've have been surrounded by despair and deprivation: too many friends and family on drugs, in gangs or in jail. But I'm lucky: I have phenomenal athletic ability, and can run, jump, catch and throw like no one else I know. I spent high school working out and playing sports. It kept me clean and kept me alive. In high school I led my team to the state finals in basketball and football....
InterracialEver since I turned sixteen I had been rather desperate to lose my virginity and finally become a man. By the time senior year rolled around, my friends had all lost their virginities and had girlfriends or in the very least, girls they would hook-up with once in a while and screw whenever the need took them. I, on the other hand, had no such arrangement and I felt as if everyone else was doing it except for me. It became an obsession for me and as the year melted away, I was faced with what a...
MILFAaron and Keith met online through a chat room. They have been emailing each other for nearly a year now and both are extremely eager to meet one another in person. Keith is 21 and a senior. He is very attractive and cute with short blond hair, blue eyes, 145 pounds and in shape. Aaron is a skinny 19 year-old surfer-type boy with a tan, who is also very cute with brown eyes and short brown hair. These two young men make an attractive couple that are finally going to meet for the first time ! It...
GayMy Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Laura is still in Paris with her boyfriend and his family. I want her so badly right now, everything is set-up and all that is left is to execute my plan. For that, I need her here, NOW! I'm currently in my one bedroom apartment, flicking through channels until I see something I like. I really should be studying for my Biology Exam tomorrow but I already know I'm going to Ace it. My brains been really strong ever since I...
This story is a composite based on some real events and some news stories. Insofar as it concerns me personally, it is fiction. It’s based partly on a story I wrote twelve years ago and abandoned, only to be revived when Mike Nifong tried to fuck over the Duke players, but this story was NOT inspired by that case. It is also NOT a stroke story. Oh, and before you flame me: I received my JD from the University of Law and Order. Legal items are strictly my own invention. I was arrested on a...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
What a day to be going to the cemetery, thought pretty Marie Bogle, as the windshield wipers moved slowly back and forth. It was a bleak day. A gray sheet obscured the sky. Rain drizzled. She could have waited until a better day, but she wanted to have pictures of John Blackthorne’s grave site to show her students on Monday. That was when she was going to introduce them to the poetry of that obscure, eighteenth century American poet. She felt her introduction would be more interesting...
Clare had always been proud of her slim Tom Boy body, proud of its athletic ability and stamina so when she finished high school she joined the Army. She found the physical side of her new life easy and pleasurable so much so that after getting her first stripes she volunteered for the Rangers. It was perfect timing for the modern Army was actively recruiting women for all their Special Forces units. Once again she flew through all the physical tests and she was eventually given her shoulder...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Never try to do it in real live! - THIS is EROTIC FICTION/Fantasies ONLY! M+F, bd, nc, rape, humil, tort, Mdom, anal, enem A television anchorwoman is captured and punished by a convicted criminal's brother for insulting the family name. For two days she is beaten and raped in her own home. She is forced to submit to the rape of her mouth, pussy and asshole, each time beaten before the rape begins. Chapter 1-The Punishment Begins “Convicted child...
FetishGezinsthe****ute Mirthe is de vervanger van B en een bloedmooie blonde vrouw met lang krullend haar van ongeveer 48 jaar. tijdens de huisbezoeken laat ik altijd mijn ogen over haar lichaam glijden met de hoop dat ik een glimp van haar bh kan opvangen.Op een dag kwam Mirthe onverwachts op huisbezoek. Ze belde aan en ik maakte open. Ik zei,"Goedemorgen, hadden we een afspraak?" "Nee hoor, maar ik was in de buurt en dacht dat we misschien een evaluatie gesprek konden houden,"zei ze."Kom binnen,"...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
Vintage Porn SitesI should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...
Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...
Porn Pictures SitesThe late spring of 2002 was a weird time for me. I lost my virginity, finally. I was 18, going away to college, and have never had a serious girlfriend. Shit I did not even have a date for the prom. Go ahead, say it with me, "Loo-ZER!" I am not a nerd ("No really I'm not! Stop laughing at me you assholes, I'm NOT!!"). Yes I get good grades and like D&D, sci fi, and the occasional comic book. I'm not good at sports, and have a minor Spazzy-Klutz problem. I guess I should describe...
I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....
Amateur Porn SitesWhat is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...
BBW Porn SitesHave you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....
Voyeur Porn SitesClothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...
Fantasy(This is entirely because I came up with the concept; I have no idea what will be coming after the introduction. Please feel free to add-- it's public-- or, if you'd rather, leave a comment on any page about ideas as to what comes next.) (Morality score works as such: higher percentage = higher acceptance of the new culture, and vice-versa.) ((Warning: Yes, there's some politics in here-- how could there not be? The opening chapter is in relation to a character and his thoughts, not necessarily...
Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...
Creampie Porn SitesNo matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...
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