Free Girls!
Free Girls! |
|
|
The Attack
I’m walking down a deserted alley in a bad part of town. I knew I never should’ve walked this way, but I tried to take a shortcut... I hear a noise behind me and I jump. About 5 minutes later, there’s another noise and then you grab me from behind, threatening me as you place a knife around my neck. You tell me to shut up or else. And you tease me with the knife—you run the smooth blade up against my neck and down my back and then you turn to face me. I don’t want this—I am trying to resist and fight you, but deep down, I want this more than anything. You take the knife and use it to cut open my blouse and then rip it off me. I can’t scream or make a noise, because I’m scared shitless.
Now you throw me to the ground. You are standing over me and you are holding my wrists so I can’t move my hands. Then you cut my bra open with the knife and start poking my tits. The knife slips and it cuts me. I’m not sure whether you will kill me or not because you notice what’s happened and you suck on the cut so it will stop bleeding (I am completely mystified by this…..). Then all of a sudden you snap out of whatever it was and proceed to work your way slowly down to my pants with the knife. Then you slice them open like you would the tape on a box—very hard and very fast and right down the middle. You drag me, by the hair, to an enclosure that has a brick wall. You tie my hands behind my back and tie my feet together with heavy rope (hmmm…looks like you’ve done this before…….). And then I watch you take out a black blindfold and you tie it very tightly around my head; I cannot see anything anymore but everything else is stronger… taste, touch, smell, hearing…
You rip off what’s left of my pants and I’m completely naked. Once you’ve got me positioned how you want me (on my knees), you drag me towards you with my hair and force me to suck your dick. Since I can’t see, I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Once I realize what it is, I pull back because I can’t do it. But you take the knife and put it at the base of my throat hard. Then I relent and you force me back down on your dick. You keep the knife on my throat because you know if you take it away, I will try back away. I am so confused at this point, part of me loves this, but the other part of me is absolutely terrified. So since you can’t see my eyes, I start to cry. You notice that I’m crying and slap me, telling me to quit whining, bitch. At the same time you force the knife harder into my throat and force me down on you harder--I quit crying. I notice that you keep pulling me off you every once in a while. I can "hear" an evil smile come across your face; it must be the spit dripping and running down my chin and off your dick; and the gagging, I can't breathe... You just don’t stop. Out of nowhere, you put duct tape over my mouth so I can’t talk. I can’t even spit out what was in my mouth. I have to swallow everything.
Then you throw me to the ground and shove my head down onto the hard, cold cement and you force your dick into my asshole. Since I was not expecting this, I scream through the tape on my mouth. You ask me, "You like this, whore?" I don’t answer so you put your arm around my neck with the knife in your hand—I nod in submission and again you keep the knife around my neck while you assfuck me. You start talking to me, "How does it feel to be a fucking whore? Do you like this? You should, you slut. I’ve been watching you for a long time and I knew you needed this." I have no idea what you’re talking about because I’d never seen you before... Maybe I look like someone... I try to lift my head up so I can breathe and I moan because it hurts and it feels good at the same time. You say, "Hmmm, you are liking this, aren’t you? You dirty filthy, rotten slut. No one will want you now because I made you a whore!" You see me trying to move around and shove me back down onto the ground. I can’t take it because it hurts so much and I scream through the tape and I cry and because I do this, you do it harder and you take the knife and put it on my cunt. I still struggle; somehow I think you like watching me struggle because you don’t force the knife too hard......
You get tired of the assfuck, so you flip me over onto my back. Then you untie my feet so that you can spread my legs apart (you practically break them, you do it so hard). Now I start struggling because I know what you want to do and I can’t let you do this to me. You take the knife and begin playing with my cunt—sliding the cold blade up and down. You open up my pussy wide so that you can actually put the tip of the blade inside me. I do not move; I do not breathe; I do not make a sound; I am scared to death. For some reason that I can’t figure out, this turns me on more than anything. I actually start to cum but I realize that if I move, I would probably bleed to death, so I try not to move. You notice me wriggling around and put your free hand on my stomach and tell me to stop moving and stop cuming—this is not about you, bitch. You take the knife out and then you flip me over onto my stomach again, telling me that you don’t want to look at my pathetic whore face while you fuck my pussy. You pull my hair, then you put both hands around my neck and start to strangle me. Right before I pass out, you let go and put the knife around my neck and rip off the tape. You order me to make noise and moan and to move around like you know I like it—don’t be a dead fuck, you whore! There’s not a whole lot of acting I have to do because I really do like this; at the time, I can’t believe that I am admitting it to myself—I actually like getting raped.
I start to cum again but you tell me to stop. You pull out and get a cup. You cum into it and make me drink it, pulling my hair. I still can’t see so I don’t know what you’re making me drink; I fight this every step because I don’t know if it’s poison. Since it doesn’t smell like anything, I take a sip and you push the cup from the bottom making it spill all over me. You force me to lick it off my face and everywhere else that I can reach.
You tell me you’re just about finished with me, slut and untie the ropes, but you leave the tape and blindfold on me. I don’t move because I’m still scared. At this point, you force me to the ground on my back and you piss all over me; forcing me, with the knife, to drink it. When you’re done, you order me to cum. I do and when I’m done, I take off the blindfold, but you have vanished.
©1998-2002 rusty not to be reproduced, distributed or otherwise passed around without prior written permission from the author (me).
If you enjoyed this rape fantasy, please sign my
Back to The Dungeon On to Rough Boy
 |
|
