I am not a freak. I have done some things that I am not particularly
proud of but I really did not have a choice. The Bible says "Judge
not
lest ye be judged" Who the fuck are you to cast the first stone at
me
anyway. People always talk about what they would do for love.
"I'd climb the highest mountain, I'd swim the deepest sea."
Well that is just a big hairy pile of shit. True love requires
SACrifice, there is RISK involved; and yes I am sorry to say it but
sometimes people get hurt. Bad. It all comes down to heart motivation.
If you hurt somone just because you enjoy hurting someone then you
are a
sick mother fucker who needs a good ass kickng. If however you hurt
someone because you are trying to help them; well that's very different.
Take a Dentist. He hurts people every day, but nobody would put him
in
jail for what he does because he does it for our own good. We scream
and
cry and moan while we are in his chair, but he keeps right on cutting
us, hurting us, making us bleed, no matter how much you scream and
beg
for mercy. He knows what is best for you. When he is through you may
be
in pain for several days, but you don't call the police do you? No
you
schedule another appointment, and willingly submit to his orders. If
you
will listen to my story with an open mind, and a reasonable heart you
will have to admit that I really did not do anything bad to Susan.
Did I
rape her? Well...sort of. But I did it to save her life and to make
her
happy. Is there really anything wrong with that? When you
think about
it she really should thank me.
It all started about 3 years ago on a Friday night. I got a call from
a
friend of mine Susan Jamison. We were just friends from work who had
a
couple of hobbies in common. I freely confess that I am a Video Game
addict. I mean it's cool when your a teenager. What do you do though
when you're the best, have won every local tournament and wake up to
find you are 25 years old. Your friends are getting married, buying
houses, and having kids. You, you're still playing Street Fighter,
and
Tekken. It's nice to have a friend who shares your interest so you
don't
look like a total loser. It's nicer still if she happens to be a 5'
9''
blonde, with long legs, firm breasts, a pretty face and a plump juicy
ass. The fact that she has a brain, is funny, and has the same interest
in Sci Fi, Movies and yes the occasional comic book, is just gravy.
We
are a perfect match. Everyone wonders why we don't date. Everyone that
is except her boyfriend Ron. He had been her lover since High School
and
was getting his Masters at Penn State. It is about a 3 hour trip from
where we live, so Susan sees him when she can. In fact that fateful
Friday she had made a surprise trip to celebrate Mid Terms being over.
I
got a phone call at 2 in he morning. At first I thought it was a prank.
"Juhh Juhh John, that son of a bish is sheeating on me. I lubbed him
so
mush. It hurts so bad I Jush wanted the pain to go away, but I tink
I
took oo mush " she cried in a drunken slobber.
"Susan are you at home... good stay put I'll be right over." I rushed
to her apartment and found the door open. I was not sure what I would
find when I entered, but I sure was not expecting this. Susan was lying
on the bathroom floor covered in vomit. She was wearing a match set
of
lace bikinis. Susan was on all fours, her head was on the floor and
her
ass was swaying from side to side. She alternated between crying and
dry
heaves.
"Susan my god are you all right, what have you done to yourself.
As I
entered the bathroom and got closer I counted half a dozen partially
digested pills of assorted sizes, shapes and colors.
"You tried to kill yourself over that little prick. What were
you
thinking! He never deserved you, fuck him and his little slut. You
can
do better."
Susan started crying even harder at my outburst. She seemed to
be
sorry for what she had almost done there was a sense of shame to her.
It
slowly dawned on her what she looked like, drunk, high on pills, covered
in vomit, nearly naked, with tear streaked mascara. She never looked
more beautiful to me. I realized right then that we were more than
friends, I...loved her and wanted to take care of her for the rest
of my
life. She sat up and leaned against the bath tub. Slowly she tried
to
cover herself.
"John I am so embarassed, I can't believe I was so stupid, but
I
loved him. I could not believe it, even as I looked at Ronald with
his
cock crammed up her dirty ass, I could not believe it. You know what
the
worst part is, he saw me but would not stop fucking her butt. He just
kept pounding his dick into her over and over again, like a crazed
animal. I begged him to stop, to explain why he had done it. But he
didn't stop John, he loved that slut's ass more than he loved me."
Susan
looked so sad, so unconsolable that I am not ashamed to say I started
crying too. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her softly on the lips.
" It's ok honey, I'm here now and I will make everything better."
At first she protested because of her filthy condition, but as
I rocked
her in my arms, and stroked her hair, she slowly settled, finally
snuggled against my warmth, and eventually surrendered herself to sleep
and to me.
The alcohol and pills were a potent combination and Susan was
dead to
the world. I eased her gently to the bathroom floor and began to clean
up. I did not want her to have to deal with the reality of her attempted
suicide when she awoke. I took our soiled clothes to the shared laundry
room down the hall, and returned wearing only my boxers. Now all that
was left to clean was Susan herself. I slowly unhhoked her bra,
releasing her 36 D breasts. I positioned her spread eagled on the floor.
Then I took a warm washcloth and soaped it. I gently held her right
breast and washed the small chunks of dried vomit from her. I lathered,
rinsed and repeated. Her left breast was clean, but I washed it anyway.
I cleaned her flat tight tummy and finally reached the waistband of
her
lace panties. I decided that the only way to make sure she was
completely clean was to take them off and have a look for myself. As
I
peeled them down to her thighs I was very happy that I could save her
from such a disgusting chore. This was the woman that I loved and I
would do anything for her. I gently lathered and rinsed her pubic area.
Finally my Susan was beautiful again.
I glanced down at her, spread naked and submissive before me, and like
any real man would I got hard and decided to do something about it.
I
straddled Susan and began licking and sucking on her bouncy tits. I
was
amazed at how quickly her nipples elongated and became hard. To this
day
I believe that a part of her subconcious knew that it was me nibbling
and slurping all over her breasts, and that she wanted, no NEEDED me
to
do this for her. I slowly worked my way down Susan's stomach planting
little baby kisses as I went. I paused for a moment to suck the stub
of
her outie belly button. As I gently licked and sucked her there her
whole stomach began quivering. She was begging me to fuck her. It was
subtle yes, but her accelerated breathing, her responsivenes to my
touch
were clear indicators that I should proceed. I gently peeled her panties
the rest of the way off her and saw my lover's naked body for the first
time. As I spread her legs apart a whiff of her hot wet sex reached
me
and I knew that I had to have a taste of her pussy juice. I nestled
my
face deep in her crotch and began to lovingly lick her outer lips.
I
pried her apart and found her clit bump. I massaged her until it came
all the way out and then I started sucking on it.
Susan moaned softly in her sleep and a fine sheen of sweet, sexy, sweat
glistened on her soft, skin and added a slightly salty flavor to her
honey cream cunt; as I licked and lapped at my lover. I couldn't get
enough. I began munching her cunt. Ramming two fingers in her tight
little pussy along the top wall finding her
G-spot; while licking, slurping, sucking her exposed clitty.
Suddenly
her legs clamped down on me and Susan bega humping, thrusting wildly
as
she dripped, dribbled, and drooled her pleasure and satisfaction all
over my face.
Now I know some of you are thinking, "But what about you, surely you
are
going to fuck her now?" Well you are wrong. Even though I was extremley
hard and horny, I decided not to fuck her into submission. I guess
I am
a romantic at heart. I wanted our first time to be a special day that
we
could both look back on with fondness. Even though I was well within
my
rights to fuck her after giving her so much hapiness, I chose to wait
until she was more awake. Besides Susan had a tough day and needed
her
rest. I loved her and we had the rest of our lives ahead of us.
I did need some relief though. I took my cock out and began rubbing
it
against her clit, pressing it up and down her warm slit. Her pussy
seemed to open up for me, almost inviting me in. Her juices smelled
so
good. I swear she knew what was about to happen. I wanted to ram her
so
bad--but I did not.
She was wet and ready for me. The head of my dick slipped inside her
just a little bit and I felt myself start to cum. All it would take
is a
thrust forward, one little thrust and I would claim her as
my own. Her breasts were heaving with lust and desire for me. I quickly
pulled out and straddled her pretty chest. My cock was pulsing and
dripping cum cream as I
pressed it between her fat tits. I fucked her warm flesh until I began
spurting, I squeezed my hot dog tight between her breast buns and was
content. I
was still leaking cum when I sat on her face. My dick was resting on
her nostril as one final drop of cream went up her nose.
I don't know if I can convey the feeling of power that washed
over me.
She. Was. MINE! Her tits, her cunt. Her sweet round
ass-she was my property. I did not have to fuck her that night.
We both
knew the truth. Our lives began right then. I stood picked her up in
a
fireman's carry and we went to bed.
"John, John wake up. Wake the fuck up now!"
I slowly opened my eyes to a strange room. Susan's room. My arms
were
wraped protectivley aroung her warm body and her soft ass was pressed
tight into my morning hard on.
"Morning Susan how are you feeling today?" I asked sleepily.
"Why am I naked, how did I get here and why the fuck are you in my bed,"
she demanded.
Hmmm I was afraid of this. Even though Susan subconciously knew she
loved me, she was not ready to admit our new relationship. She was
not
mature enough to take responsibility for her actions last night. I
would
have to be the adult and give her an explanation she could live with
until she accepted the truth.
"Susan I don't know how much you remember from last night but I really
don't appreciate your tone. Let's review. You woke me up at 2AM babbling
and incoherent and asked me to rush over. You are naked because you
got
drunk off your ass and took about six different kinds of pills. You
then
threw up all over your bathroom, all over your clothes and all over
me.
I spent an hour and a half holding you and calming you down. Next I
washed the floor, our clothes and you. I was not able to get clothes
on
your drunk unconcious body; and as I had spent the last hour seeing
you
nude and cleaning your puke, I figured it really was too late for
modesty anyway. I put you to bed, You asked me to stay with you. Besides
being completely exhausted I was concerned that you might throw up
again
and choke on your vomit so I got into bed with you. You will however
notice even though you are naked I have my boxers on. Look Susan I
am
your friend. Just because Ron is an asshole, don't assume that I am
one
too."
Slowly Susan began recalling the events of the previous night. She was
ashamed, and embarassed by her actions.
"John I'm so sorry how can you forgive me. I can't believe that
I was
so stupid. I remember getting sick and being scared I might die. I
know
I called you and that you held me while I cried. I trust you completely
you are my best friend. I was just so surprised to wake up naked in
your
arms, with your penis pressed into me... I didn't know what to think.
I
should not have accused you though. Please forgive me," she begged.
I pulled her close to me and gave her a tight squeeze. I started getting
hard again just imagining that perfect naked body under the sheets
next
to me. God how I loved the feel of her soft warm flesh snuggled tight
against me, her breasts pressed hard against my chest. We were going
to
be so happy together. I wanted to do it then, to roll over on her and
fuck her, to claim her as my own. But I knew the timing wasn't quite
right. She was still getting over Ron, and would need a friend.
"I love you, you are my only real friend of course I forgive you,
and I
will always be there when you call, even if it is 2 o clock in the
frickin morning.Now hows about I get out of here and make breakfast
before taking off."
I knew I would have to wait, but I did not mind waiting for Susan
to
realize we were in love. Yep things were looking up for a change.
The next two months were incredibly frustrating for me. Susan
got over
Ron in record time, she was back to her wonderful old self. We spent
even more time together than we used to. Which at first was great,
but I
began to become concerned about Susan's inability to examine her true
feelings for me. She still pretended we were just friends, good friends,
best friends even ; but just friends nonetheless. It could not be
healthy to live in such a state of denial. Susan had already
demonstrated that she was capable of irrational dangerous behavior
when
confronted with stress or shock. I needed to find a way to make Susan
accept that she was in love with me. Then it happened.
"Hey John, I can't make it to the arcade Saturday for your tournament.
Billy that cute guy from acounting finally asked me out, god it has
been
so long, and he is so hot I can't wait, " she giggled girlishly.
How sad, how very sad. I could not allow the woman I love to throw
herself at some loser like a dirty ittle whore/slut. I had to stop
this
before Susan got hurt and regretted it. There was really only one thing
I could do. I would have to rape some sense into Susan. By the time
I
got through she would not want to go out with Billy or anyone else.
I
would destroy her and then slowly I would help her rebuild, her life
with me as her center.
I had two days to plan before her disastorous date with Billyboy. I
want
to make one thing perfectly clear. I do not advocate rape as a means
of
getting the girl you want. It is important that you exhaust all other
alternatives first. I had a unique situation. I truly believed that
Susan might endanger herself if she had another bad relationship. I
knew
in my heart that I was the only man who could bring her true happiness.
I felt an obligation to do whatever it took to make the woman I loved
long term happy, no matter how distasteful it would be to me. I
certainly would not enjoy the sight of her stripped naked, spread and
helpless, her tender cunt waiting to be rammed by my 8 inch fuck rod.
I
would take no pleasure in the sound of my Susan begging, pleading for
mercy, the noise of her gagging and choking on my dick. The smell of
fear,sweat, pussy juice and sperm would bring me no delight but I could
see that there was no other choice. This Rape would cause me as much
pain or more than it would her. I would probably have nightmares for
days after and let's face it if discovered I could go loose my job,
my
reputation, and even go to jail. I'd have to be crazy to go through
with
it; except for one thing. I loved her. I would not shirk my duties
as
her best friend and lover. Susan needed me, and she was going to get
me.
I had never planned a rape before, but I must say if sure helps
if you
have a key to the apartment and know the schedule of the woman you
are
raping. In retrospect it was pretty easy. I dressed in all black, added
a black ski mask and gloves, and 4 inch lifts to my shoes. I washed
my
hair with Strawberyr&Apple Blossom conditioner, and put on half
a bottle
of a strong cologne to disguise my scent. I drove to Susan's apartment
at 2 in the morning and let myself in. As I entered her bedroom I pulled
a large knife out of my rape kit. Susan looked so cute, so peaceful
laynig there wrapped in her sheet and comforter. I slowly pulled them
off and was treated to marevelous sight, my innocent little girl slept
in the nude!
It was so frustrating, I wanted to make love to her so bad but
I could
not be her gentle lover tonight. No Susan's inability to admit to our
love was forcing me to be a Rapist, to risk everything. I felt my anger
begin to build. How could she be so selfish? It was time to teach my
pretty little slut a lesson. I turned the light on.
"Wake up Bitch!" I growled in the harsh, gravelly, snarl I had
practiced.
"Hmm wha, whas going on, she mumbled as she slowly became aware
of her
situation.
"You sure are one tasty looking piece of pussy meat, I am going to enjoy
you very much. If you want to live you will do everything I say. You
may
speak but if you scream even once You die, understand cunt?" I demanded.
Susan was fully awake now. She looked at the 6' 6'' monster dressed
all
in black, and even though she could not see my face beneath the ski
mask, she knew there was no mercy written on it, there would be no
talking her way out of it. Her eyes focused on the 12 inch razor sharp
knife that I was holding and the light slowly faded from her eyes,
a
dull resignation settled on her face. There was no escape.
"Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want...just don't
kill me."
she begged.
"That's a very healthy attitude little whore. Now would you like to
suck
on my cock?"
"Um yes sir" she said in a small voice. "
Then I guess you better ask for it like a nice little girl."
Susan looked as if she was going to cry. My proud little girl did not
want to suck her Rapist's cock at all; nevermind begging for the
privilege. But she was scared, scared enough to obey.
"May I please have your cock sir I'll do a good job on it."
" Are you a dirty cumsucker? Do you want a drink of my spunk bitch,
Well
then meow like a pussy for it. I want you to sing the meow mix song
for
the privelege of sucking on me."
Susan did cry then at the humiliation, she seemed shocked at the
unnecessary cruelty. Then she began to sing, slowly hesitantly at first
but she did it.
"Me...oww meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow...."
I pulled my half hard dick out and walked over to the bed. I motioned
for her to kneel. I held the back of her head and began rubbbing my
cock
in her hair, against her nose, and back and forth across her eyes before
I slipped it in her unwilling mouth.
"Suck that cock you dirty little bitch, suck it good. Susan started
slowly licking and sucking the tip of my dick. Every once in a while
I
took it out and slapped her in the face with it. Then I made her work
to
recapture it, keeping it just out of range, before letting her suck
it
in again. Her mouth was so warm and wet that I was soon completely
erect. I established a rhythm inside of her, gradualy going deeper
and
harder. She tried to keep up but could not. She began to whimper as
she
tried to catch her breath. When I forced myself into her throat she
started choking and gagging, her arms flailed about I knew I was about
to burst at the sight of her pain. I did not want to cum just yet so
I
stopped.
"Allright bitch since you obviously do not know how to please me with
your mouth I'll show you how it's done. Get on the bed and lie on your
stomach."
I reached in my kit and pulled out some masking tape for her eyes and
wraped it around several times.
"If you see my face I'll have to kill you, this is for your protection."
When I was sure she could not see I pulled the ski mask off.
There was
Susan's juicy little ass sticking on the bed before me. I had to have
a
taste. I quickly removed my clothes and got on the bed with her. I
grabbed an ass cheek in both hands and began roughly mashing and rolling
it around, she was a perfect fit. I bent down to her crack and slowly
stuck my tounge deep in her asshole. I wormed and wiggled my way deep
inside Susan, as she writhed and gyrated on the bed. It was clear to
me
that she enjoyed the wetness of it, the warmth of it.
"Does that feel good slut, do you want me to lick and suck your tiny
little pussy too? Well I'm not. It's time for you to make a decision,do
you want me to ram your tight wet ass, or your hot, steaming cunt?"
Susan was confused by the question, was I still playing the game of
forcing her to answer like a slut? Or was I really giving her a choice?
"It does feel good, I admit it, but please stop now before it
goes any
further. I promise I won't press charges if you leave now. Please don't
do this don't make me choose," she whimpered prettily.
"OK you win I'll choose for you. I choose BOTH!"
I quickly spread her ass apart and stuffed my cock in. It was a tight
fit and Susan had to bury her face in the bed to avoid crying out.
I
wrapped my hands around her breasts and played with her sweet, heavy
tits. I pounded into Susan as hard and as deep as I possibly could.
It
was wild, the whole time I was licking and nibbling on her back,
pinching and pulling her breasts, and fucking and slamming the living
shit out of her plump, little ass. I knew I could not last much longer,
and I wanted to fuck Susan's cunt, I had waited long enough for her
to
admit that she was mine. It was time. I pulled out of her ass and rolled
her over on her back. As we talked I licked and suckled at her breast.
"Ok you little cock/slut. I am almost through with you. Did you enjoy
yourself, do you want me to go or should I stay longer?"
Susan knew what I wanted her to say, what she had to say to keep her
Rapist calm.
"No please don't go, stay with me longer"
"Are you saying that you want me to fuck you, that you are eager to
spread your legs wide and offer yourself, for a vicious fucking, you
WANT this," I said in a tone of disbelief.
Make no mistake, Susan did not want to surrender her pussy to
me. She
knew I would not be gentle. She was breathing heavily and sweating
visibly. She was just too scared to say no.
"Please fuck me, my pussy is yours I am just a little slut, you know
what is best for me. I only want to please you. Do whatever you want
to
me, only please don't hurt me,"she babbled in fear and resignation.
" Ok then open your legs, and put my dick inside you. You realize I
am
going to make you pregnant, and I will probably give you herpes as
well.
But if you need my filthy, big dick so badly slut who am I to stop
you,
go ahead whore put it in. "
Slowly she wrapped her legs around me, her whole body shaking, and
gently guided to the entrance of her moist pussy. I mashed my dick
against her clit and all around her lower lips. I teased her until
I
could smell her, until I could see her juices slicken my dick. Then
I
allowed her to guide me inside. My thick dick was barely half in and
Susan was showing signs of discomfort.
"Please, be gentle, oww! Slower you are too big, Susan said and started
to cry.
I knew this would be the only time I could fuck Susan anyway I wanted
to. After tonight we would not be fucking, we would be making love.
Frankly I am a man and I just could not pass up the chance to fuck
her
hard and fast and brutal, until she begged for mercy. Her cries only
made me want to hurt her more, to pound her even harder, to rip her.
I
am not proud of it but a part of me wanted to see her blood dripping
down her thighs mixed with my cum and her fuck fluid. A part of me
was
laughing each time I thrust harder and deeper, as I felt her body
tremble and shake and twist, as she recoiled from my touch in fear
and
revulsion. I felt strong and powerful and in complete control.
"Tell me that you love me, and hug me tight."
"I ...lu uh oww ve yo uhh," Susan said as I ripped her pussy apart,
and
she held me close to her heart.
"Beg me to fuck your ass again."
Susan could not believe it she thought it was almost over. She had been
keeping her sanity by waiting for me to cum, get off her and leave.
"No god no please I can't take any more. What did I ever do to you,
please just stop and let me go. I'd...I'd rather die than let you do
this anymore, you'll have to kill me,"Susan sobbed uncontrolably.
She looked so silly lying there naked, my dick pistoning in and out,
her
tits shaking in time to my fucks, and tape covering her eyes. She
actually thought she had a say in what was going to happen here. I
loved
her but sometimes she could be a little slow to catch on. I quickly
grabbed some more tape and covered her mouth. then I pulled out of
her
cunt and flipped her over on her stomach again.
"You don't tell me what to do bitch, I own this ass," I said as I peeled
her cheeks apart again, I lifted myself off the bed and power fucked
my
cock deep into her ass for 20 hard strokes.
Susan struggled wildly in her attempts to buck me off, her muffled
screams were delightful to hear and made me more excited. Her ass
muscles were clamping down on me so hard it actually hurt. I pulled
out
and my dick was a slimy brown color.
"You dirty whore, you made a mess on my cock. Oh well I guess you'll
just have to clean it up."
I quickly ripped the tape off that was covering her mouth and shoved
my
dick deep into her throat. Susan's tounge and saliva gently cleaned
me.
I fucked her mouth 8 or 9 times and then I started to cum. Susan was
choking on my cock and swallowing my cum , her arms were clawing at
my
shirt. I was lost in my orgasam and was at peace. I did not notice
anything until I realized she was not moving. I pulled out then. For
a
few moments I could not find a pulse, or see her chest move. I thought
she was dead.
Finally I saw her breathe, thank God! It was time to go. I laid Susan
on
the floor and wrapped tape around her mouth, arms, and legs, so she
could not quickly escape or get help. I then got dressed, cleaned the
room, and took the bedsheets to the washing machine. I took a squeeze
bottle full of soap, alcohol, and water out of my rape kit and inserted
it in Susan's pussy. I watched as the solution washed away all DNA
evidence. I gently kissed Susan's forehead, fondled her tits for a
moment and went home to wait for her call.
Around 6am the phone rang.
"John could you come over right away something really bad happened to
me
last night, I, I, was ruh raped. Please come John I am scared to be
alone." Susan said in a small deflated voice.
"Oh my god Susan are you ok, I am so sorry this happened to you baby.
I'll be right there. Just hold on."
When I got there she was wearing a large robe and her hair was still
wet
from the hour long shower she had taken. I took her in my arms and
we
had a good cry together. We talked it over and I held her as she told
me
all of the disgusting things that had been done to her as if she were
talking about someone else. I just kept stroking her hair and squeezing
her tight through the bad parts. After discussing the pros and cons
we
decided it would be best not to get the police and the press involved.
She just wanted to put this all behind her. We were both very concerned
that this asshole had gotten into her apartment so easily. I was woried
that he might be the kind of sick pervert who would fixate on her and
keep coming back.
"John what am I going to do, my god you're right what if he comes back.
"
Well you could move in with family or a girlfriend for a while...or
well
you know you can stay with me. "
"John I don't have any girlfriends close enough to stay with, and my
parents are going through a messy divorce. If I move back there I loose
my job and am stuck in a miserable situation. So...if you are serious
I'd really be grateful if I could stay with you for a while. I'd sure
feel safer. "
"You can stay with me as long as you like, but Susan there is something
we have to talk about first. I only have one bedroom which I don't
mind
sharing. I know the timing is lousy, but well I have to be honest with
you if you are going to stay with me. Susan I love you. I love you
so
much it hurts. I have tried to be just friends, and I would never
pressure you or rush you. It's just that if we are living together,
and
sharing a bed I don't want to lie to you. I won't be able to hide it.
I
love you and I want to make a llfe with you. I want to take care of
you
and protect you for the rest of my life. I can wait until you are ready
but I had to tell you. Do you still want to live with me?" I asked
in a
shaky voice.
"John I had no idea you felt this way. I don't deserve you. You are
always here for me. The things he made me do. I ... am not the
woman
you think I am. I feel so cheap and slutty. John I came when
he was
licking my ass, my Rapist made me cum. I am not clean anymore. I don't
think I will ever be clean enough again. But if you let me I'd like
to
stay with you. I'll try to let you love me, and to let myself love
you
if I can. That's the best I can do for now."
"That is good enough for me, for now. We have the rest of our lives
to
forget about last night. I promise to make you happy if you'll just
give
me a chance. "
Well that's our story. It was not easy coaxing Susan out of her
shell.
It took a long time before she was capable of loving herself enough
to
love me. The first night we made love was slow and tender and gentle,
as
was the second and third nights.
The fourth time she asked me to do everything the Rapist had done
to
her, to give her back control of her sex. I was of course very reluctant
to hurt her, but she insisted and as always I could not say no to her.
Hearing the Meow Mix song again was very special. She thanked me when
we
were through, kissed me softly and told me she loved me for the first
time. A month later I proposed, and she accepted.
We have been married now for a year and a half. Susan told me today
that
we are 2 months pregnant. So I ask you did I really do anything wrong
by
raping Susan. Did I cause her any lasting pain. The happiness
that I
have given far outweighs one night of discomfort, dosen't it? We are
young, married and in love, with a baby on the way. All because I did
not give up on the woman I love. Rape has been very good to me.
I hope
to have a little girl that I can love as much as I love her mother.
We'll see...
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I was loooking through a list of the storycodes the other day and
decided to try and merge two that have no business going together.
Usually I can be something of a moron, but this time I decided to be
an
oxymoron, by combining romance and rape. Sometimes it is fun
to blur
the lines beteen right and wrong, good and evil. But I do know the
difference. Rape is good and love is evi... um wait a minute that is
not
right. Love is good, rape is right, I mean correct, oh shit I really
had
it straight a minute ago. What I am trying to say is this is just a
fucking story, so it is not all that important that I understand subtle
concepts like good and evil. As long as I can tell the difference
between fantasy and reality, I can have fun in my sick, perverted little
world, and even invite all of you over for a visit. The minute I cross
the line and try any of this shit in the real world please, please
put a
bullet in me, and bury me in my best blue suit.
Monica for president in 2004!
There, now I can rest easy.
Jaz
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