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Amy's Rape, Part Two
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/
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Copyright 1990 All rights reserved
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This is a fantasy about rape through threat and intimidation.
If that bothers you then don't read it.
In this story a young blonde teen turns around to find a large,
powerfully built black rapist in the shower with her.
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Part Two
Amy shifted her ass, unconsciously positioning it to make the
movements of his shaft easier.
She woke from her silent chanting with the shock of
realization widening her eyes. Her groin was hot with arousal, her
breasts hard and hot. Her mind spun as she fought against the
notion, but there was no denying it. Her groin was burning with
sexual desire, her pussy squeezing and caressing his cock as it
slid back and forth.
She grit her teeth, scowling fiercely at the wall before her,
refusing to accept such betrayal from her flesh. She hated this
man, loathed him. She would surely kill him if she had a chance.
She hated what he was doing to her, hated the touch of his hands on
her body an the intimate penetration of her body.
Certainly he was handsome, and with a body that would have
caught any female eye, but she had not desired this, did not desire
it, or him. How could her body enjoy such treatment?
Well, her body was designed for such treatment, of course. She
had little, no experience with it before, she admitted, but her sex
organs were designed to be receptive, to enjoy such penetration and
stimulation. Perhaps if she had remained in shocked fear her body
would have stayed numbed, but she hadn't, it hadn't.
Better this than pain, she told herself. She was sure that,
had it not been for the soap, his giant prong would have torn her
apart down there. Much better that her pussy feels good.
No! That's slutty. That's incredibly sluttish! Are you a
whore! What kind of a girl would enjoy being raped like this? Can't
you control yourself? She bit down on her lip, hoping the pain
would turn away the pleasant tingling coming up from her crotch.
It didn't, and she resigned herself to it. There was little
she could do. This man, whoever he was had been stroking away at
her for several long minutes without pause, and seemed in no hurry
to complete his pleasure and go.
How long, she wondered, could a man do this without having an
orgasm? She'd never experienced it before so had little to judge
by.
She was distracted by a sudden sharp pleasure from deep inside
her belly. She winced against it, wanting it to go away. Her body
felt different that it normally did when aroused. Usually the
pleasure was concentrated in her groin, near the surface, but this
time it seemed to come from deep inside her, from that place high
at the end of her pussy tunnel that his cockhead kept punching
against.
Her entire lower body seemed to radiate heat and sexual
electricity, and it was affecting her thinking processes. Her
denial weakened, and she began to think that, well, it wasn't all
that bad to be aroused. He was fucking her harder now, his hips
slapping hard against her buttocks, and she couldn't help but feel
the raw, carnal sexuality of what they were doing.
She was being fucked! She, Amy Cooper was on all fours naked
before a huge, powerful man who was fucking her, ramming his big
cock down into her cunt! She raised her head slightly, aware of the
sensuous atmosphere in the small stall, of the heat pouring through
her body, of his hands digging into her flanks.
She shuddered as a wave of sexual bliss burned along her
spine. God, it felt good! She had never felt like this before.
Never in her life had she been so alive, so aroused, so... so hot.
Her determination to resist her body's passions wavered then
dissolved in the hot rush of sizzling energy rippling up and down
her body. She grunted in response to a particularly hard thrust,
her knees aching as they were knocked forward a little on the
tiles.
Her ass was humping back and forth under his power, his hands
jerking her back and his hips slamming her forward. His hands slid
up her body and under to mash her breasts, fingers squeezing and
twisting through the soft, oozing meat. She groaned in pleasure,
her tits aching, feeling like hot water bags.
She was grunting steadily now, in time to his hard thrusts.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she felt her body
humming with pleasure and heat. Her skin tingled all over and her
head throbbed with the power of sensations flooding her body.
Then, with one hand on her shoulder, the man shifted the other
down her belly, stroking roughly, then slid his fingers down
between her legs. She felt a single finger pressing against the top
of her slit, pressing against her clitty, shoving it back against
his pistoning cock.
She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed across her
clitoris with terrible strength as his finger mashed it down. She
gave a short cry, then her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as
her head rose high and pulled back.
"Like that, don't you, white girl. Can't resist that black
cock, huh? Slut! Cheap white cunt!"
He thrust powerfully and she cried out.
"I feel your slutty cunt sucking on my prick, baby. You're all
juicy up there, ain't you? Bitch! You love this! You love a getting
rode by a black man!"
He drove into her with deliberate force as his worlds
electrified her. She shuddered, then groaned, her chest locking
tightly as her body blasted into the most powerful, massive orgasm
she had ever experienced. She arched up and gurgled helplessly,
overwhelmed by the sheets of crackling sexual lightning that tore
through her quivering frame.
Her masturbation had done nothing to prepare her for this. She
was stunned, shocked at the potent strength of the furious, howling
sexual cataclysm that rocked her body. She trembled and quivered,
her ass humping back against him as he hammered into her from
behind.
And then finally it seeped out of her, leaving her a panting,
moaning shell, weakened and panting for breath. She sagged down to
her elbows, then to her shoulders, weakened and nearly insensible
from the prolonged sexual eruption.
Her breasts were rolled back and forth beneath her ribs as he
continued to hammer his cock down into her. She didn't care, and
hardly noticed.
Then he pulled free. Again, she didn't notice. What brought
her mind back to awareness was the growing pressure of his still
hardened cockhead against her little crinkled anal opening. She was
puzzled, confused, unable to understand what he was doing.
She felt the pressure mount and with a sharp ache her anus
opened before him and his cockhead pushed inside.
"What? What! Stop! No!" she gasped, trying to push herself
up, to turn around. But his hand pushed down on her back between
her shoulder blades, and his strength was irresistible.
"You liked it so much up the fuck hole I thought you'd like
one up the shitter," he sneered.
"Please don't!" she begged. "Oh don't! No! NOooooooo!"
He ignored her, continuing to push steadily with his cock,
forcing it deeper and deeper into her rectum. She groaned and then
sobbed in misery and horror as she felt his thick fuck pole pushing
ever deeper in her anus. She was horrified and revolted, her guts
turning over a the thought of his cock going into her... there.
Her arms were out to either side, her hands clawing at the
floor as she tried to push herself up against his pressure. Her
cheek was pressed into the tiles and a tear trickled down it. She
gasped and cried out again as a new wave of pain tore through her
guts.
He grunted and pushed his cock deeper, then muttered in
satisfaction as he thrust hard and forced the last inch into her
asshole. He loved the sight of an asshole clenched tightly around
his cock and stared it for a few moments as the girl squirmed.
Then he slid it back, which brought more moaning. He grinned.
Her asshole was tight, even tighter than her virgin cunt had been,
but he had felt tight assholes before. He pumped slowly, waiting
for her sphincter to ease up. The girl continued to groan and
whimper as he worked his cock in and out of her.
"Come on baby, let's see you cum again," he hissed. "You
snotty bitches all think you're so fuckin' great! You don't feel so
great now, huh, with my cock up your asshole!"
He eased up on her back, his hands cupping her ass cheeks,
squeezing and kneading the smooth white flesh. He remembered his
first white girl, years back, the snooty blonde who'd thought she
was too good for him, who thought the sun rose and fell on her
white flesh. She'd moaned and groaned just like this one when he'd
rammed his cock up her asshole.
He'd showed her, and showed plenty more since then. He'd lost
track of how many he'd taken. Only his files contained the true
figures. The names, dates, places, and in most cases, pictures of
the girls and women he'd used. Young and old, rich and poor. He'd
shown them all.
As he was showing this little blonde whore.
Cunt, he thought, ramming his cock in hard. She cried out in
response. His smile widened.
"Whore!" he snarled. He thrust deep and she shuddered and
cried out.
"Slut!" His cockhead stabbed up into her guts, rocking her
body.
He pounded into her with vengeful fury, his thick prong
pistoning up and down in her anus, the girl whimpering and grunting
and moaning as he shook her body with his hammering blows. His hips
pounded into her buttocks, his hands jerking her back against him
to meet his forward thrusts.
He grabbed a thick mass of her wet hair and pulled hard. She
cried out in pain, rising off her hands, jerking back against him.
He slid his hand against the side of her face, twisting it back
against him. His lips sucked hungrily on her mouth.
His other hand mashed and twisted her tit meat, almost beating
at her breast as his fingers gouged her soft meat. His cock
hammered upwards into her guts, almost jerking her up off the floor
with the force of his strokes.
Finally he came, feeling his sperm gushing up into her,
spraying into the depths of her belly.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it white bitch! Take my
cum! I'm shootin' it up your ass! I'm gonna drown you in my juice!"
He groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his
balls up inside her asshole. Her rectum squeezed and sucked on his
cock, draining him dry as he eased his frantic movements.
He sighed and was still, his anger drained along with his
balls. He hugged her tightly for long moments, licking at her
throat. Then he pulled his cock out and rose, letting the girl sink
down. He picked up the soap and cleaned himself, then jerked the
blonde to her feet and motioned to her to do the same.
He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower stall, grabbing a
big fluffy towel off a nearby rack and drying himself. The girl
stood under the water, hugging herself and shivering. He watched
calmly as he finished drying himself, then reached in and turned
off the water.
He gripped her arm and pulled her out, handing her another
towel. She pulled it around herself, gazing at him fearfully. He
grunted and dried her himself, roughly moving the towel over her
body and through her long thick hair.
He tossed the towel down and pulled her over before the
counter and mirror, then picked up the hair dryer and a brush and
began to blow dry her hair. The girl stared at him in the mirror,
obviously both confused and scared.
"What are you doing?" she whimpered.
He said nothing.
He liked her hair, brushing it carefully. It quickly lightened
and spread apart. He hummed as he worked, running the dryer all
over her hair, brushing it carefully, watching her in the mirror as
she watched him. When he finished he set down the dryer and brush
and stepped back.
His pants were hanging from a hook. He stepped into them, then
pulled his t-shirt over his head and stepped into his tennis shoes.
The girl stared at him, obviously thinking he was leaving. She was
in for a surprise.
He turned her around so her back was to him. Amy felt a wave
of fear, and waited to feel his hands at her throat, but instead he
gripped her wrists and pulled them together behind her back. She
felt something thin sliding around her wrists, criss-crossing them
again and again. He was tying her hands up!
She trembled with fear, wondering if he was going to kill her,
wondering what he was going to do to her.
He finished and turned to open the door. She pulled
experimentally at the cord, or whatever it was that was around her
wrists, but it was strong and tight. Her wrists were crossed neatly
and she couldn't move either one even a little bit.
She turned and he motioned her out the door, gripping her
upper arm. He led her downstairs and then down the hall to the
garage. She moaned in terror as he opened the door to the garage
and she saw a strange car parked there.
He led her to the trunk, then opened it and lifted her up,
setting her feet down inside the trunk.
"No!" she cried, trying to jump away. He held her easily,
forcing her to sit down in the trunk.
"NO! I'm not going with you!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!"
Frowning, he picked up a rag and jammed it into her mouth,
muffling her sounds. He picked up a roll of tape and tore off a
strip, taping the rag in place, then pushed her down on her back.
He rolled her over onto her belly as the girl squirmed and thrashed
in terror.
He pulled another cord from his pocket and grabbed her ankles,
tying them together, then forced them back against her buttocks and
tied the cord to the one around her wrists. Helpless, the girl
eased her squirming. He turned her over and looked down at her
wide, frightened eyes, and smiled.
He slammed the trunk then and opened the garage door, then got
into the car and drove off. Half an hour later he pulled into his
own garage and closed the door behind him. He opened the trunk and
the girl stared up at him with the same terror.
"Time to get out, white girl."
He untied her ankles and pulled her out of the trunk, then
marched her into his house and down into the basement. The basement
was all stone walls and floor, with only a few chairs, a table, and
a bed there for furniture. There were also several cameras and a
camcorder on tripods, and a TV and VCR on a wheeled stand. Chains
hung from the ceiling in several places.
Amy was terrified as she looked around. The place looked too
much like she thought a dungeon would look. There were no windows
and the only way out was the stairwell, which was blocked by a door
at it's foot, a door the black man locked with a key.
He led her over against a bare stone wall and pushed her back
against it, then moved over to one of the cameras. He lifted it up
and carried it, still mounted on the tripod, over in front of her
and put it down, then he looked through it at her. He moved over to
a couple of big portable lights and turned them on, making her
blink in the brightness.
He frowned and came over to stand in front of her. He shoved
her back against the wall, and put a hand on her forehead, pushing
her head up until she was standing straight with her head looking
forward.
"Stand straight with your head up and smile."
She stared at his back in astonishment as he walked back to the
camera. he turned and bent over again.
"Smile," he snarled.
She formed her lips into a tentative smile and he snapped a
picture, then another.
"Turn to the side," he ordered. She did and he snapped a
couple more pictures.
"Turn your face to the wall."
She turned and he took more pictures.
"Bend over," he ordered. She bent over slowly and he took a
bunch of pictures.
"Lower," he ordered.
She bent lower, and then still lower. She bent as far as she could,
until she was looking at her own knees.
"Spread your legs, whore," he called.
She trembled but did as he ordered, and heard the camera
clicking again several times.
"Turn around and get on your knees," he said.
She did and he took more pictures.
"Turn your face to the wall and bend over. Put your face against
the floor," he ordered.
She bent far over until she half fell to the floor, her weight
resting on her head and shoulders.
"Spread your legs, you slut," he sneered.
So she spread her legs and he took pictures.
"Raise your little white ass higher," he called.
She did, trying not to think of how humiliating the pictures would
be.
He put the camera back and took out another one, then moved
over to a cupboard and took down a big double handful of chains. He
brought them over to her and dumped them on the floor, then cut the
cord off her wrists and lifted her to her feet.
He turned her to face him, his eyes scouring her naked flesh,
then bent and pulled out four thick round metal tubes. They were
ugly and cruel looking. He picked up two of them and stood up.
"My people used to wear these," he said. "These came off a
slave plantation."
He slid one of the thick things around her right wrist, then
locked it. It was heavy and cold. He put the other three around her
other wrist and, ankles. He bent then and picked up a thick chain,
about a foot long, and fastened it between the two manacles around
her ankles.
"Wha... what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.
"Whatever the fuck I want," he said, calmly.
He rose with a thick metal strip and slid it around her waist,
then locked it together. There were fat rings welded around the
strip on all sides. He picked up a heavy chain that was only a
little longer than the ones between her ankles and snapped one end
to her right wrist, then slid it through the ring in the front of
the belt and attached it to her left wrist.
He picked up one final heavy metal object then, it was a
collar. He slid it around her throat and snapped it closed. Amy
looked up at him in fear but he did nothing but stare at her. Then
he turned and went back to the camera. He started snapping pictures
as she looked at him in bewilderment.
"Turn to your right and lower your head," he ordered.
She did and he snapped more pictures, then she turned her back
to him and he took more pictures.
He came over to her and unsnapped the chain binding her right
wrist, pulling it back through the ring on the belt thing. He
pulled both her wrists back behind her back then up, making her
groan in pain. He slid the chain through a ring in the back of the
collar and snapped it to her wrist again. Her arms ached fiercely
and her hands were up between her shoulder blades.
He went back to the camera and took more pictures, then came
back and removed the chain entirely. He snapped the manacles on her
wrists directly to a ring in the back of the belt and then took
more pictures. After that he snapped them directly to rings set on
either side of the belt, and again took pictures.
He pushed her down on the floor, forcing her to lay on her
back, then, with her wrist manacles still cuffed to the sides of
the belt, he pushed her legs up and back, ignoring her cries of
pain as he attached the short chain between her ankle manacles
directly to the sides of the collar.
He moved back and took pictures of her like that from several
angles, then came back and unchained her. He led her over into the
corner and pulled her arms high, attaching them both to a chain
hanging from the ceiling.
He moved to the wall where the other end of the chain was
locked, and pulled it, forcing her up to her toes. He locked the
chain in place and took more pictures of her. He went back to the
wall and raised the chain higher, lifting her feet off the floor,
and again took pictures, from several angles.
He used up all the film in that camera and got a third,
snapping a couple more shots before releasing her. He immediately
attached her wrists to two other hanging chains and again lifted
them so she was just on her toes, this time with her arms spread.
After several shots like that he lifted her off her feet and
took more, then attached her ankle manacles to chains set in the
floor, taking shots of them together and pulled straight down, and
apart, so she was spreadeagled in mid-air.
"My wrists hurt," she moaned.
He grinned and released her, then attached the chains to
different manacles. He fixed the ones hanging from the ceiling to
her ankle manacles and hung her upside down.
With that done he took off all her chains and ordered her onto
the bed. He reloaded his cameras and then took a variety of shots
of her in lewd, crude, perverted positions. She had to bend over
with her ass pointed at the camera, reach back and spread her ass
cheeks.
She had to push her hand through her legs in the same position
and slide two fingers up into her cunt slit. She had to lay back on
her back with her legs spread, one hand squeezing her tit and the
other pumping her fingers in her cunt. She had to sit back against
the wall, pull her legs up against her chest and smile invitingly
at the camera.
Then he brought out a pair of big black dildos and took a
bunch of even more disgusting pictures, all of them with her face
scrunched up or mouth wide and back arched, all of them looking
like she was doing this on purpose and that she was climaxing.
Finally he brought over the video camera, where he filmed her
jerking off, first with her fingers, then with one of the big
didos, then with both of the dildos, one up her ass, the other up
her cunt. He kept stopping to yell at her for not being realistic
enough, telling her to moan more or hump at the dildos more.
The whole event took hours, and when it was finished he forced
her onto all fours and fucked her for a steady ten minutes before
shooting into her.
"Well, that was interesting," he smiled. "I made another white
girl's dreams come true."
"You... you did this before?" she gulped.
"Hundreds of times, and you know what, not one of em' ever
reported it to the cops." He grinned nastily as he showed opened a
cupboard and showed her photo albums that filled it. There were
dozens and dozens, maybe hundreds. He pulled one out and flipped it
open, showing her pictures just like the ones he'd taken of her,
only of a cute brunette.
"I guess none of em' like the idea of having everybody seeing
these pictures, not to mention the videos."
He pulled open another cupboard and showed her a huge
collection of video tapes. He pulled one out at random and shoved
it into the VCR. He turned it on and Amy watched a redheaded
woman jerking off with a big black dildo, perhaps the very one she
had used. The woman was moaning and panting and grunting very
realistically.
Amy could see where she wouldn't want a judge and jury to see
that. She turned beet red at the thought of sitting in court while
the whole room watched her own tape.
"Okay, slut, let's go. I'll drive you home," he said.
Filled with relief she followed him up the stairs. Still
naked, she got into the trunk of his car and lay curled up there
while he drove her home. The car stopped and she got out, finding
herself in her own garage again. He slid an arm around her, palmed
her cunt with his other hand and kissed her long and deep and hard.
Then he pulled back and got into his car, grinning as he
backed away.
"You ain't a bad piece of cunt meat, Amy girl," he sneered.
Amy watched him drive away, heedless of who might pass by and
look into the garage. Then she turned and walked into the house. It
was just after three, she saw. She went back upstairs and had her
shower again, feeling his hands on her the entire time.
She told no one about her day, and that night, as she lay
awake staring at the ceiling, her hands crept inexorably down to
her groin, and her fingers began rubbing at her clitty as she
dreamed of giant black cocks piercing her body.
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