He called himself the Boudoir Boss, and for good reason. His greatest joy in life was having his way with women -- whatever he wanted, however he wanted it -- and he didn't take "no" for an answer. He was a stocky, portly man, about 5'10", 220 pounds, with short, curly brown hair and dark brown eyes that could stare a hole in you. You could feel yourself being undressed and violated when he looked at you, sizing you up. It was a busy Saturday afternoon in the local shopping mall. Boss sat quietly in the mall food court, munching his gyro and sipping a coke. The food court was an excellent place to scope out potential targets, and the place was just *swimming* in exquisite pussy this day. One after one, he considered the possibilities:
'Fine fuckdoll,' he thought, examining a luscious redhead with alabaster skin and long legs. The redhead's male partner walked up and greeted her. 'Ooops. Not that one.' He continued to scan.
'What's this?' His attention was grabbed by a plump but curvy young blonde dressed like a student. 'Nice!' he thought, examining the blonde's ample bottom. 'That is SO spankable!' When the blonde's girlfriends appeared, he turned his attentions elsewhere.
'Damn, it's getting late,' he thought. It would be getting dark soon, and time was growing short. 'Something workable had better show up soon.' Just then, a cute girl with curly black hair walked by. 'Damn!' Boss's cock immediately stiffened to a rock hardness. She was hot! He figured her to be around 5' 6" or 7", about 120 pounds. She didn't look like the type that carried a gun or knew Karate, and she appeared to be alone. She walked over to the sandwich shop and ordered. A moment later she collected her food, walked over to a table across from Boss's, and sat down with her side exposed to him. Boss stared with his blank expression, the tent in his pants almost certainly obvious by now. He traced the curves of her delicious figure, intently observing her body language and gauging her suitability as a target. After a minute or two, she caught Boss out of the corner of her eye, quickly looked at him and just as quickly looked away. She tried to hide her discomfort at being sized up, but Boss was skilled at detecting this kind of reaction. 'GOOD!' he thought. 'I won't have to follow this one around. I already know. She's mine!'
The dark haired beauty hurriedly finished her meal, stood, and collected her packages. This one had been shopping and was most likely on her way home by now. Boss pulled the cell phone from his pocket and punched a couple of buttons.
* * * *
Boss's partner in crime, Jim was parked in the north mall lot, waiting for Boss to ring. It was coming up on the hour and almost time for Boss to check in when the phone rang. Jim picked up the handset.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Bitch is on the move!" Boss replied. "Get the car cranked up."
"Ok." Jim hung up the phone and started the engine. He backed out of the parking space and began to crawl through the rows of parked cars, waiting for Boss's signal.
Boss and Jim worked as a team. They took turns sizing up and following the targets. The one who did the sizing up ultimately got to have his way with the target. The other guy had to follow the target home and stake out her place just long enough to make sure that she was alone. It was a good system, they thought. Always changing rapists and using two guys to do the job probably reduced their chances of being discovered. They always stole a different car to use for each job, attaching fake plates to it so as not to be traced if the car was spotted, and dumping the car after the job was finished. Today was Jim's turn to follow, Boss's turn to rape.
* * * *
Boss followed the dark haired beauty carefully through the mall. He could tell by her quick gait that she was indeed finished in the mall and on her way out. She rounded the corner and headed for the east parking lot. Boss whipped out the phone and dialed. He heard one ring, then Jim's voice.
"Yeah."
"She's headed east. Knee length red dress and red pumps. Short curly black hair. About 5'6", 120 pounds. She's carrying a couple of large Macy's bags and walking at a fairly fast clip."
"On my way," Jim replied.
Jim swung the car towards the east parking lot, speeding up once he got on the main drag. He quickly made his way to the east lot and pointed the car towards the east mall entrance, slowing down to look for a female that fit the description. There she was, stepping off of the curb and heading for her car, wherever it happened to be parked. "Now that's a mean piece of ass!" Jim exclaimed. All Jim now had to do was follow her home and stake out her place for a while. Not the fun part of the job but one that he had done a half dozen times before. Jim and Boss had collectively raped 11 women to date.
* * * *
It was Sunday morning. Boss sat on his couch watching a porno video and
stroking his thick erection when the phone rang. It was Jim. Boss
listened for a moment, smiled, then grabbed a note pad and jotted down
an address. "Sounds good. Thanks, Jim. I'll see you when you bring
the car."
* * * *
On Monday afternoon, Boss walked into his bedroom and opened the special drawer that held his selection of stolen uniforms. He selected the brown UPS uniform; he would be a package delivery man today. He put on the uniform and collected a pair handcuffs, a mask, a pair of latex exam gloves, and a handful of condoms and strategically stuffed the various objects into specific pockets of the uniform. He put on his brown UPS baseball cap, grabbed his car keys, picked up the fake package that he used for the delivery ruse and headed for the garage, where the current stolen car was now parked.
On the way to his victim's home, Boss rubbed his erection through the brown shorts of the UPS uniform, thinking about the exquisite dark haired creature that he had seen just a couple of days before. 'What a sweet piece of pussy!' he thought. 'This is gonna be good!' Turning onto the fuckdoll's street, he slowed down and took a careful look at her house as he drove by. She still appeared to be the only one at home. He drove a couple of houses down the block and parked on the opposite side of the street. Looking around it appeared that no one was outside, so he put on the latex gloves, grabbed the fake package, got out of the car and began walking towards the fuckdoll's house. When he got onto the fuckdoll's front porch he quickly took the mask out of his pocket and put it on. The mask was one of those affairs that cover only the eyes and nose. It had a thin elastic strap that was almost invisible in his dark brown hair. He pulled down the bill of his UPS cap and looked down at the package that he was holding so that the mask would be hidden from view. Ringing the door bell, he started pretending to write on the surface of the package.
The unsuspecting beauty was typing away on her computer when the doorbell rang. 'Who's that?' she thought, wondering who would be calling on her just now. She had not been expecting anyone. 'Probably a solicitor,' she thought. Looking through the fisheye peephole in the door she saw an UPS man holding a package. 'Wow! Who's sending me a package?' she wondered. Without further thought, she slid back the dead bolt and opened the door. That was a mistake that she should never have made!
When the door opened, Boss tossed the package into the house and pushed his way inside. He closed and bolted the door behind him and whipped out the handcuffs. By the time fuckdoll saw the handcuffs and mask, her adrenaline had kicked in. She turned and began to run down the entryway hall towards the living room, but Boss reacted faster than she did, grabbing her by the waist of her jeans and managing to close the cuffs around one of her wrists. She struggled to get away and fell to the floor. Boss took this opportunity to pin her arms behind her back and close the cuffs around the remaining wrist. "ON YOUR FEET, FUCKDOLL!" he barked, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up off of the floor. "Were gonna go to the BEDROOM, BITCH!"
Fuckdoll's breathing was hard and labored. Gut wrenching fear engulfed her. "Please! Please don't!" she whimpered. The tears rolled down her face as she struggled to get on her feet.
"MOVE!" barked the rapist, as he began pushing her down the hall. "Move or I'll slam you hard! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he barked like a Marine drill sergeant.
"Oh...ok...OK," fuckdoll replied, terrified that she would be beaten if she didn't obey.
"You mean 'YES SIR,' BITCH!" Boss barked. The gloved palm of his hand came down hard against her denim covered ass in a muffled smack!
"YES SIR!" she obediently replied as she began to walk, without resistance, towards her bedroom.
Boss guided the fuckdoll into the bedroom and pushed her, face down, onto the bed. Grabbing a king size pillow off of the bed, he removed the pillow case, folded it into a blindfold and tied it around her eyes, making sure that she couldn't see out of the gap at the bottom of the blindfold. He removed his mask and stuffed it in his pocket. "Let's see what we got here," he said as he flipped the fuckdoll over onto her back and began unbuckling the belt on her jeans. Fuckdoll's chest heaved. She was paralyzed with fear. Boss unsnapped her jeans and opened the zipper. Grabbing her pants and panties, he yanked them down to just above her thighs in one, hard pull. He could smell the pungent aroma of her sex. Immediately he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his shorts, and let them drop to the floor.
His cock was bone hard now. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and retrieved a condom. Tearing open the package, he squeezed the nipple at the end of the condom, placed it against his hard glans, and rolled the rubber the full length of his organ. Grabbing the fuckdoll by both ankles, Boss hoisted her legs over one shoulder, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and began roughly probing her exposed vagina with a couple of fingers.
"Oh God!" whimpered the fuckdoll, sobbing.
"Dry," Boss said, retracting the fingers and moistening them with saliva, only to shove them back into fuckdoll's cunt, this time with greater ease, and deeper. "NICE!" he exclaimed.
He retracted the fingers again and applied a large amount of saliva to the head of his stiff cock. Spreading the folds of her helpless pussy open with his thumbs, he shoved the entire length of his rigid organ deep into the most personal and private place in her body. 'Who needs permission,' he thought as he chuckled in delight. Grinding his loins hard against her violated sex, he brought the open palm of his hand down hard against her bare ass, saying "THIS IS MINE, BITCH!"
And now the fucking began...
At first his thrusts were slow, long and deep. He savored every luscious inch as he watched fuckdoll's head jerk from side to side and listened to her grunts and whimpers.
"Oh God, PLEASE!" Her voice was beginning to shake heavily. The sides of the blindfold were damp with tears.
"SHUT UP!" he barked, bringing his palm against her bare ass in another hard SMACK!
Boss began to thrust harder! He could see that the lips of fuckdolls vulva were turning a deep wine red, despite her terror and distress, and she was definitely getting wetter! This was nice! It felt SOOOO GOOD!!! Holding both her legs in one arm, he pushed off her slippers, tossing them to the floor. Still plowing into her, he grabbed her jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off of her luscious legs, but her rolled up panties still clung to her thighs, just below the knees. He grabbed them and pulled them over her feet and off. Pressing the crotch against his face he blissfully inhaled, his free hand grasping one of fuckdoll's ankles while his loins slapped rhythmically against her wet sex.
Fuckdoll's pussy was burning!...and tingling! It hurt but it was oddly erotic. She could feel the shaft of her tormentor's cock tugging against the flesh of her labia and clit, over and over and over! Her sense of dread and panic were intense. She could smell this man's sweat and feel his heft pounding into her sex, sending shock waves through her belly! She could hear his hissing breath, his filthy grunts and moans. She wanted to cry out but she dare not make a sound lest he strike her again, or worse. There was nothing she could do but lay there and take the rape...and hope that this awful man didn't get any rougher with her. It seemed to go on for hours. How long would he rape her? When would he let her go? How would she go for help? Would he come back for more? Her head swam with fear and confusion while her pussy drooled!
Boss took another deep whiff of fuckdolls fragrant panty crotch. The stimulation was more that he could take and, grabbing both of fuckdolls ankles, he got up on his tip toes, shoved fuckdoll's legs back wide and high, and began pounding into her rape hole as hard and as deep and as fast as he could manage!!! The room filled with the sound of slapping sex! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Boss's grunts and moans grew louder and more frequent. He became a wild, out of control rape animal! "RAPE!" he shouted! "RAPE!" ...SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!...
Every time Boss shouted "RAPE!" cold shivers ran through fuckdoll's body, emanating from her pussy, radiating through her belly and tits, and spreading up into her neck. She began to sweat profusely. Then something seemingly impossible began to happen; fuckdoll could feel the unmistakable beginnings of an orgasm starting to build! Her head was screaming 'NOOOOOO!!!!' but her body was screaming 'CUM!!! CUM!!! CUM!!!' This terrible man had not only MADE her pussy wet but he was going to MAKE her CUM!!! The muscles in her vagina began to clamp around Boss's cock, and wave after intense wave of orgasm swept thought her!!! Fuckdoll screamed with an awful mixture of physical pleasure and emotional torment! "GOD!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!..." Her humiliation was total. She had lost everything that had been hers. There was nothing left. It all belonged to this hideous monster of a man now.
Fuckdoll's screams pushed Boss right over the edge, causing his loins to explode in squirting spasms of semen!!! "AARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" he screamed! "UNGH!! UNGH!! OOOOOOH! OHHH! NGHH!..." He could feel the streams of hot cum filling the sheath of latex surrounding his shaft. His grasp tightened around fuckdolls ankles as he pounded into her wet, swollen, helpless rape flesh. It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass.
Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special!...
* * * *
...It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass.
Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special! Very special! So special in fact that Boss raped her five more times that evening, savoring every delicious thrust and spank! He called her a slut! He called her a whore! He called her a cunt and a fuckdoll! He used her asshole and mouth as well as her cunt! By the time he had finished rape number six, all fuckdoll could do was just lie there limp and catch her breath. She was too exhausted to beg or plead; too exhausted to even think. Her mind was numb but her pussy was sore and sopping wet! Her ass was sore. Her jaw was sore for being jammed open with thick cock. She just lie there sobbing and gasping.
Boss carefully placed the last used condom into the zip-lock baggie that he always carried to a rape, making sure that no semen spilled, and stuffed it back into his shorts pocket. No evidence. Leave no evidence. He supposed that the cops might find a hair or two but that was too much of a hassle for him to deal with. If they didn't get any DNA the evidence would only be circumstantial anyway. Bitch hadn't scratched him, so he didn't need to worry about cleaning out her fingernails. All he had to do was trash the phones, retrieve his cuffs and get the hell out of Dodge. He really hated to leave this one. She was absolutely perfect! A rapin' like this only came once in a lifetime, but it was over and time for him to go, never to return. Ah, but he would always remember THIS one!
Boss threw on his uniform and ran through the house, checking for
telephones. He found only the one in the bedroom and the one in the
living room, ripping the wires right out of their modular wall sockets.
For good measure he removed the coiled handset cables and used them to
tie fuckdoll's wrists and ankles together. Finally, he took out his key
case, fingered a key out of it and retrieved his handcuffs from
very close to coming yet.
I grabbed her hips, pounding her ass with my hips, driving deep on every thrust, trying to make my cock hurt her and pleasure her in every thrust. Her pussy was extra wet now, and had gone back to milking my cock for her own pleasure.
"Oh, god it hurts!" She cried out.
"Yes, it hurts, slut. It hurts so good, doesn't it? You love being hurt-fucked, don't you? A great big, hard cock is ramming your tight, sweet pussy. Not taking no for an answer. Making you hurt as it tears into your cunt." I said, reaching around her hips, my fingers finding her clit. It was hard, already.
"No, please! I..." She realized what I was going to do. I was going to make her come again.
"It isn't your choice, slut. It is MINE. I can do anything I want with you, including making you come like the little hot whore you really are!"
Her reply was a groan of pleasure. Her hips were now hammering back at me. She wanted to come, no matter what her mouth was saying. I was doing the cunt a favor by raping her, letting her know what real pleasure is.
"You are going to be my cock-slave, aren't you? You are going to do whatever I tell you, fuck anyone I tell you to. You are going to take cock in every hole and come on them all. You are my slut-slave!"
Dawn came again, her cunt clamping harder still on my cock, my fingers strumming her clit. I couldn't take holding back by this point.
"I'm coming in you again, slut. Your rapist is filling your hot, wet, tight pussy with his dirty come! Take it, slut!"
She screamed in her orgasm. A mix of shame, humiliation and total, absolute ecstasy.
The come boiled down my shaft, filling her already come filled box as I rammed down into her a final time, grinding my hips against her ass. God, it was good to be fucking this one!
We collapsed together on the bed, my cock still inside her tight pussy. I rolled to the side, letting my erection subside slowly inside of her. We were in the classic "spoon" position of lovers cuddling. I thought about treating Dawn that way, for a moment.
I wasn't going to do that, though. Dawn had come twice from being raped, from being forced. I was on to a great thing here. Why fuck it up by trying to make love? If rape turned her on, rape is what I'd give her. I knew it turned me on, too.
I got up from the bed and pulled her up, then took a knife from my tool belt and cut the nylons.
"Please, just go now." Dawn said. The look in her eyes told me that she feared that I would follow through and also feared that I would stay. A true puzzle, my little Dawn, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.
"No way, babe, I promised Jerry he'd have some of that fine pussy of yours. Now, let's just go on in the bathroom and get all nice and clean for him, shall we?"
Dawn started to object, but I raised my hand, preparing to backhand her, which stopped that idea cold. She led the way into the bathroom where I helped her finish getting rid of the shreds of clothing. I turned the shower on hot, like I like it, and had her get in with me.
She tried to modestly cover herself as I rubbed the lather from the soap on her body. Modesty after being raped? This slut was a real treat!
I made her lean against the rear wall of the shower while I rub the lather over her body. I paid particular attention to those beautifully small breasts, then soaped up my fingers to thoroughly wash her tight, but now sore pussy. I could feel a wetness inside her that had nothing to do with the two loads of semen I'd put in her, nor with the shower. I got my hands extra soapy, rubbing two of my soap-lubricated fingers up and down over her clit while two others delved into the crack of her ass.
"Oh!" Dawn groaned, getting into the sensation of my fingers rubbing her clit.
"That's right, babe, you just get all nice and turned on by having your rapist wash your pussy!" I told her, while letting the other hand's soapy fingers caress her tight asshole.
"No!" Dawn said, catching on to what my fingers were doing to her back there.
"It's not your choice, little slut. I am in control. It's my right to do whatever I want with you. If I want a finger or two in your ass, your only choice is to enjoy it. You don't even get to hate it all the way." I emphasized this point by rubbing her clit more firmly with the soapy hand.
I pushed a finger up into her anal passage. It was made her tight pussy look loose. I slid the tip of the finger inside, rotating it slowly, letting her get used to feeling it there.
"No, please, take it out!"
"Little Dawn-slut's ass is mine. Her pussy is mine. Her tits are mine. All of you is mine!" I said, thrusting the finger up one knuckle.
Dawn let out a short squeal. I sped up the speed of my fingers on her clit.
"I'll take it out when you come, slut. You beg me to fuck you with that finger and you come from it, then I'll take it out. Got it?" I offered to her. She could be in Purgatory or Hell, and I was giving her the choice of which.
"Oh, god, please!"
"Please, what, slut? Please fuck your ass with my finger so that you can come?"
"Oh!..." Dawn's voice was changing pitch from someone squealing like a stuck Ned Beatty to a woman enjoying the pleasures of being forced. "Yes..."
"Yes, what, Dawn-slut? Tell me!" I put the point to my words by forcing more of my finger up her tight ass.
"F...fuck my ass so I can come...oh, god!" She said, meekly begging me to do what I wanted to do anyway. The last part was from her feeling my finger slide back out a little, then jam upward. The two fingers that had been rubbing her clit had also started fucking her tight pussy, letting my thumb rub her clit.
Dawn actually pushed her ass back at me, taking my finger driving into her. She moaned, low, almost growling as she rose up on those wings of pleasure-pain from having her ass violated, of having to suffer the humiliation of being made to ask for something she'd never have asked a lover for.
"Good girl, Dawn, good girl. Now ride those fingers, on up and up. You can come again, can't you? I know you can come for me. You just want me to force you to be the slut you really are."
"Yes!" She cried through clenched teeth, biting back at the pain, near to screaming her pleasure.
"Come for your rapist-master, slut! COME!"
Dawn came, alright. Hard. Her knees buckled from the force of her orgasm. Luckily my arms were already around her, so I could take her weight in them.
"Good little slut. Good girl. You did very good coming for me, little one." I crooned to her as she slowly recovered.
I turned back to the water that had been constantly streaming down my back. I rinsed the soap from her body and then let her scrub her own face, removing the makeup she'd worn to work that day. I then took her out of the shower and toweled her down.
Returning to the bedroom with my captive in tow I pulled on my coveralls again. I wanted her to dress special for Jerry, who would be arriving in less than half an hour.
I had her start with her skirts. I made her pull out a number of skirts before I spotted one that I knew Jerry would get a kick out of. Then to blouses, which was somewhat easier. Then I had her pick out a set of bra and panties. Finally, I had her go through the socks she owned, and the shoes. When all were chosen, I gave her directions on how to dress in the items I had picked out.
Jerry arrived right on time. His knock was answered by me, opening the door to reveal a fellow who looked like a heavier version of the guy who plays Skinner on the X-files. Jerry is a little shorter than me, but weighs nearly the same. His hair started leaving him in his twenties and now he had nothing at all on top, just a fringe around the sides. The wire-rimmed glasses added to his resemblance to the fictional FBI director.
"So, where is the surprise, guy?" he asked, after I'd closed the door behind him. I waited for him to set down the two bags of equipment he'd brought before I called for Dawn.
"Okay, little girl, come on out and meet Mr. Nasty!"
"Mr. Nasty?" Jerry asked, grinning at me.
Dawn came out of the bedroom hesitantly. In putting on the clothing I had picked out she'd gotten an inkling of what Jerry liked. It's what I liked, too, truth be told.
Dawn wore a plaid skirt and white blouse. I'd had her fold the waist of the skirt way up before tucking the shirt in. What had been a modest, knee-length skirt now was up past Dawn's mid-thigh. The blouse was the standard, conservative white one, buttoned up modestly. Since she didn't have much on top, having it buttoned up actually emphasized her demure assets better than having it unbuttoned suggestively. On her feet were knee socks and tennis shoes. In her arms was a teddy bear I'd spotted on the top shelf of the closet in which I'd hid earlier.
In short, Dawn was dressed to look like a little schoolgirl, as closely as her wardrobe allowed. Not just like one, but more like a pervert's wet dream of one.
"Oh, man, I gotta get a picture of this!" Jerry said, ripping into one of his bags for his 35mm camera. In no time he had it out and was shooting Dawn from every angle, multiple frames.
"Please, don't take pictures!" Dawn said, her eyes pleading with me.
"We will do whatever we want, slut." I said, taking a seat to enjoy the show. I could see Dawn trembling, watching Jerry out of the corner of her eye, afraid to look into the camera, hoping it would just go away.
"Put your thumb in your mouth, little Dawn." I suggested. Jerry was so absorbed in capturing her from every angle he wouldn't have cared if she didn't move for an hour or more. But I know Jerry's tastes, and my own. And I knew how humiliation turned Dawn on, against her will. I had been nice to her, now it was time to get nasty again.
"No, please...don't make me..." Dawn pleaded, her thighs tightening together as she stood there, begging me not to make her take action towards her own humiliation. She may not like it, but her pussy would.
"Now, I thought we'd covered this before. I'll explain it again. I can ask you nicely to do things, or I can get rough with you. Jerry won't mind, either way. In fact, he might even enjoy seeing me rip your uniform off and slap you silly." I said, glancing at Jerry. He shot me a big, shit-eating grin. Damn straight he'd like it.
Tears welling up in her eyes, Dawn brought the thumb of her free hand up to her lips, opened them and put it inside. She then closed them, leaving a sight right out of a dirty-old man's wet dream looking at us. Fear, uncertainty and forced arousal on her face, her thumb in her mouth, the lips of which form a cute bow around the digit.
"OH! MAN!" Jerry was going into a frenzied ecstasy of shooting images of Dawn with her thumb in her mouth. Shortly, his camera ran dry of film and he popped in a fresh roll, glancing at me to nod, signaling that I could have her change her pose.
"Now, put down your teddy bear and raise the front of your skirt." I ordered our little rape-toy.
"NO! I don't care what you do!" Dawn said, pulling her thumb from her mouth. She was closer to the front door than she'd been at any time in our previous mattress tango, and I saw her glance at it. She bolted for the door.
I'd put the locks and chain on after letting Jerry in, expecting something like this. I had her by her black hair before she got even one of the two locks unbolted. I pulled her away from the door by her hair. I drew back one of my huge hands and slapped her full across the face. The camera's whirring told me Jerry was catching all of this for posterity.
I got behind Dawn as she staggered from the slap. Jerry came around in front of her. We'd not worked together before, but he was filling his role in this dance as if we'd choreographed it.
I gripped the front of her ber full across the face. The camera's whirring told me Jerry was catching all of this for posterity.
I got behind Dawn as she staggered from the slap. Jerry came around in front of her. We'd not worked together before, but he was filling his role in this dance as if we'd choreographed it.
I gripped the front of her blouse in both hands, one on each side of the buttoned closure. I pulled, ripping her blouse open, popping off the buttons. I saw one bounce off Jerry'out of her and tossed her to the bed. He
stood there with his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork, a string
of semen dripping from his still hard penis. "Nice!" he said, between
deep breaths, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Fuckdoll just lay
there, trying not to look at him. She could feel the huge wet spot on
the mattress beneath her.
"Got any beer?" he asked. Fuckdoll just lay there is shock. "I SAID, GOT ANY BEER, BITCH?!"
"Ye...yes sir!" she quickly replied, "i...in the frig...sir."
Jim pulled up his trousers and walked casually into the kitchen. He opened the frig, popped open a brew, and took a nice long swig. "Ahhhh! That's the stuff!" he said with a smile. Everything in this house belonged to HIM, including the cunt. He liked that. He liked that a lot!
* * * *
Jim raped fuckdoll three more times that evening, each time as hard and and brutal as the last. Before leaving, he searched through her bedroom, taking cash, an expensive watch and the wedding band that her last husband had given her. Just before he left he grabbed fuckdoll by the chin, pulling her face to within a few inches of his and said "If you tell ANYONE, I'll come back for more. YOU GOT THAT?"
"Ye...yes sir!" she replied.
Jim left the bedroom. The front door opened and slammed shut. Silence...
* * * *
Fuckdoll sat huddled in the corner of her shower stall, rolled up into a little fetal ball, letting the warm water flow down her body, rocking gently. She stay there, in that position, for a half hour or more. She would tell no one. Everything that belonged to her had been taken: her body, her belongings, her freedom, her sense of security, her trust in men -- all gone. Nothing left. Her pussy hurt. Her ass hurt. Her mouth was sore. She might be pregnant now. What if that monster had AIDS? And the worst part of it all was that she knew it could all happen again, at any time, and that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. And how many men would show up to rape her next time? Certainly the word was out. She shuddered and huddled....
