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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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It was almost closing time, and I couldn’t wait for it to get here already. I hated working in the plus-sized section of a large department store. I hated the long hours of standing up all day. I hated being hassled by fat women who came in and demanded that I find something that would make them look thin. I hated the looks those fat women’s husbands gave me while I helped their wives, looks that gave me the creeps as they looked over my 34C-26-34 body like a pack of wolves.
“Well,” I sighed to myself as the warning bell sounded and I began to close the register, “it’s only for the summer, and I sure need the money for college in the fall.” I couldn’t wait to get back to college and get the hell out of this department store, that was for sure, but until then I’d just have to go home and take a nice, long bath. Maybe that would help the pounding headache that was starting right behind my left eye.
I waved goodbye to the ladies I worked with and walked out toward my car in the dark parking lot. At least it wasn’t my turn to close up the store tonight, I thought with a small smile, as I searched for my car. The workers always had to park far away from the store so we wouldn’t take up valuable close parking for the fat ladies who waddled into the store. Ugh. The parking lot at this time of night always freaked me out a little bit, but I figured that I was safe.
I reached down to unlock my car’s door, then realized that I had left the door unlocked. I was a bit absentminded lately, and I mentally berated myself for doing such a stupid thing. I looked around nervously, but there was no one around. I got into my car and quickly locked the doors behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief and started up the old car, only to feel something cold and sharp pressing against my neck as I flipped the headlights on.
“Now, you be quiet or I’ll split you from ear to ear, understand?” I heard a deep voice whisper behind me, his foul breath brushing against my ear.
“Just take my car, please, I’ll give you all my money, I don’t have much, pl-” I began blubbering as I felt the cold steel of the knife against my tender neck.
“Shut up!” The man yelled from the back seat, pressing the knife against my throat even harder. I felt the end of the knife catch my neck and I felt a warm trickle of blood ooze from the wound and trace its way down my throat. “Now, little girl, drive.”
Mutely, I put my car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. He gave me instructions on the way – turn right here, keep going straight, turn left up here. I felt like I was on auto-pilot. I refused to acknowledge what was happening to me. I was sure this man was going to take me out into the woods surrounding the town and kill me. My fears seemed to be confirmed as the houses grew sparser and sparser, and the trees became thicker and thicker. Finally, he ordered me to turn down a dirt road that appeared virtually out of nowhere. This is it, I thought to myself, he’s going to kill me right here and no one will ever find me.
The dirt road came to a dead end, and the man in the back seat ordered me to stop my car. I shut off the engine and turned off the lights. “Turn the damned lights back on!” He rasped in my ear, “I wanna see what I’m doin’ to ya.” I flipped the lights back on, my battery light flicking on and off. “Now get out of the car, and if you run, I swear I’ll hunt ya down and kill ya.”
My hands were shaking as I opened the door. I didn’t try to run. I needed to be level-headed and see to it that I survived whatever he had in store for me. It was only then that I saw the man’s face. I didn’t recognize him. He was probably 6’2”, 230 pounds, and black. He was probably around 30, maybe a little bit older, but he couldn’t be past 40. He stared at me in the glare of the headlights. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice deep and dark. I inched my forward until I was standing about two feet from him.
He looked my shivering body up and down, then up and down again, finally resting his eyes on my tits. “Take of yer shirt,” he muttered, his eyes still fixed on my breasts. My fingers were shaking so badly, I almost couldn’t undo the buttons, but I managed to undo five of them and then lift the shirt over my head, revealing my black lacy bra. “Now yer bra,” he murmured, stepping a little closer to me. I felt tears running down my cheeks as I complied with his request, springing my tits free. My nipples instantly hardened in the cold air, and I was shaking even more. He smiled.
“Now take off yer skirt and panties,” he mumbled, stepping closer to me again. I slid my skirt down along with my black thongs, revealing my pussy and nicely rounded ass for his viewing. “What do ya know,” he laughed, “yer a natural blonde.”
I blushed from the roots of my hair down my throat, shivering in only my thigh-high pantyhose and clogs. “Get on yer knees,” the black man said, unzipping his jeans to reveal his huge black penis. It was already semi-erect and about eight inches long. I stood there, looking at his dick and then at him, realizing for the first time what was going to happen. The black man scowled at me. “Either get down here on your knees or you’ll regret it, bitch.”
Reluctantly, I hit my knees in front of his thick cock. The ground was littered with beer cans, bottles, and paper, obviously a party hang out for teenagers. I took his dick in my one hand, realizing that my first estimate was way off and he was probably at least 10 inches long and three inches wide. I opened up my mouth just a little bit and touched my cock with my tongue, instantly wanting to spit. He grabbed my blonde hair and roughly shoved his cock down my mouth into my throat. I began to gag and writhe as he pushed his tool farther and farther down my throat, his cock scraping my esophagus raw and flattening my nose with each thrust. I gasped for air, trying to pull away from him, but he continued to pump his dick into my throat. Just when I thought I would pass out from the onslaught, he withdrew his penis from my mouth. I collapsed onto the ground, paying no mind to the bottles and rocks that scraped against my back, gagging and trying to breathe.
The black man took this opportunity to situate himself between my flailing legs and slid his cock up against my pussy. I could feel his massive organ pressing against my tiny fuckhole and I began to scream inbetween my gasps for air. His large black hands grasped my heaving tits as he began to slide into my pussy, his nails grinding into my tender flesh as he shoved that monster into my tiny twat. I was definitely not a virgin, but I had never fucked a guy this big before in my life! “Oh GOD,” I managed to choke out, “please stop!” The black man only smiled at me as he continued to slide his dick into my little pussy. I felt my pussy muscles stretching to accommodate his massive size, and finally he sank into my twat with another thrust of his hips.
He began to grind his cock into my abused fuckhole, groaning once in a while, his hands mauling my tender tits, bruising them with his hands squeezing and pawing my flesh. I can’t even remember how many times I screamed, even as my pussy adjusted to his dick, as I watched in horror as his hands continued to terrorize my boobs. He used his cock like a battering ram, punching my cervix with his tool with each thrust. Finally, he reared back and thrust deep inside of my pussy again, moaning as he shot his cum deep inside my raped hole. I cried as he pulled out his shrinking black member, a few dribbles of cum falling to the ground beneath me.
The black man grinned at me. “That was sure a tight pussy, Blondie, but I loosened it up for you a bit. You need to fuck more black dudes.” He laughed, getting up on his knees and looking at my sprawled body. “Now open up wide sweetheart,” he growled, something glinting in his hand. I was too terrified to try and resist at first, thinking it was the knife that he was going to stick up my abused pussy. I felt something cold and hard being pressed into my snatch, and I soon realized that he had p icked up a glass beer bottle from the ground and was shoving it into my twat. I screamed as he forced apart my battered pussy lips with the bottle as he continued to shove it inside of me. I heard a wet sucking sound as he forced the bottle into my twat, and I looked down to see that most of the dirty bottle had disappeared into my cunt. He began to pump the bottle in and out as I sobbed and screamed from the pain of being spread so far, his dick getting hard again before my eyes. Whenever I tried to close my eyes to the sight, he forced me to open them again so I could watch him torture me with the bottle. Finally, he drew the bottle from my cunt and ordered me to turn over onto my stomach.
I felt him get inbetween my legs again, but this time his rigid cock nosed up against my puckered asshole. He scooped some of the cum from my pussy and rubbed it against the head of his dick, then began to force open my tiny little hole. I screamed as his head managed to squeeze into my ass, feeling as if I was being torn apart by his massive black cock. He thrust again and again, my screams echoing in the still night. I felt each vein of his cock rubbing against my tender colon, my asshole being stretched out to accommodate his pole. I felt my asshole beginning to rip and tear as he continued thrusting into me, my sobs and screams becoming one large moan. He finally sank all the way into my bowels with a wet ripping noise. His balls slapped against my swollen pussy as he thrust in and out of my ass, his hands holding my hips to the ground. I scraped the ground with my nails, moaning from the pain of having my ass ripped open by his big black cock, unable to take the pain and he continued his thrusts with his rock hard tool. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more abuse, I felt him spurt his cum deep into my bowels.
Withdrawing his dick, he slapped my asscheek and laughed as he saw my violated holes dripping with his cum. I felt the bottle being pressed against my asshole, coated with my pussy juices and his cum. I let out a few mewling noises as he shoved the bottle deep into my ass until the glass bottle was completely swallowed up by my gaping asshole. He pulled me up to my feet. I could barely stand after the abuse I had taken, and he shoved me in the general direction of my car. “Leave your clothes here,” he growled, “and get in the fucking car.” I meekly obeyed him, sliding into the driver’s seat with the bottle still up my ass.
“Now,” he murmured, getting into my car and sitting in the passenger’s seat beside me, “drive back to the mall.”
I did as I was told, the glass bottle in my ass jarring with each bump in the road. I could feel the emblem stamped on the side of the bottle rubbing my colon raw with each bump, but I bit my tongue, afraid to anger this man. We finally reached the mall parking lot. I pulled into the lot and turned my car off again. “Now,” he whispered, unzipping his pants, “I want you to climb on my dick and fuck me.”
I was humiliated, but I did as I was told. I straddled his hips, positioning my hips over his cock, and slid him inside of me. I yelped as his dick rubbed against the bottle in my asshole and as his dick smacked against my bruised cervix. I began bouncing up and down on his fuckpole, letting out a small scream as his dick glided against the bottle in my ass, my pussy feeling incredibly tight against his cock. He lowered his lips to my neck and began biting into my flesh, drawing blood. Tears were flowing down my face as I felt him cum into my raped twat once more. “Now,” he managed to whisper, his cock still inside of me, “push that bottle out of your ass.”
I tried to relax my muscles as much as possible, then grunted as I began pushing with all my might against the bottle in my ass. His hands pulled my asscheeks apart as I moaned and screamed, all the while trying to push the bottle out. I felt a corner slide out of my ass, and then the entire bottom of the bottle was out. I continued to push, grunting and groaning as I felt my violated asshole stretch almost beyond its limits, trying to get that damned bottle out. Finally, the bottle snapped out of my ass and landed on the floor of my car with a loud THUNK. The black man pushed me off of his lap, zipped up his pants, and got out of the car.
“Thanks, Blondie,” he snickered as he shut the car door, walking away into the night. I watched him leave, my ass throbbing, the bottle glistening on the floor in the pale moonlight. |
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