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Rivals {John Jabbin} {Fdom rape F/F M+} jjabbin@yahoo.com

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   Rivals

   The knock came at the door.  I guess this is showtime.  No backing out
now.  I looked one last time into the mirror.  Everything looked great. 
The campy dominatrix outfit fit perfectly.  The look of black patent
leather was becoming, I think.  The whisper-thin black silk panties that
matched were already soaking wet between my legs.  I quickly rechecked the
mask that covered the top half of my face but left my mouth exposed. 
Finally, I tightened up the scanty outer wrap and answered the door.

   "Hello, gentlemen," I welcomed the three men, my voice full of irony. 
These certainly were no gentlemen.  "Bring her this way."

   The two beefy underlings were carrying a young woman between them.  They
threw her down unceremoniously onto the sofa in the rented condo.  Her head
rolled to the side like a broken doll.  I should take care of business
first, but seeing her like this, I couldn't resist gloating a bit.

   I straddled her legs and sat down in her lap facing her.  I took her
pretty face in my hands and stared into the glazed, unresponsive eyes of my
worst rival.

   JoAnn Robinson had everything going for her.  She was young, pretty and
smart.  She was also a distant relative of the Senior Vice President. 
There was only one real problem this lovely young woman had.  She had made
an enemy of me.  Her first big promotion had been to a position that should
have gone to me.  Most women would have just redoubled their efforts to
work harder.  I decided to break the spirit of my rival once for all.

   She was so perfect: honey blond hair; a sharp, delicate nose; piercing
blue eyes and full, gorgeous lips.  I covered those delicious folds of
flesh with my own and kissed her slack lips fully, pressing my tongue into
her mouth, reveling over the violation of my enemy.  As I pulled back, I
took her puffy bottom lip between my teeth and bit her.  It was a measure
of her sedation that she only moaned.  Somehow I stopped myself before I
broke the skin or drew blood.

   Ahh ...  my vagina was on fire.  I wanted this bitch right now.  But
first I had to deal with these men.  It was hard to pull myself off of her.


   "Mr.  Rose," I began, addressing the ringleader.  "did you bring
everything as you were instructed?"

   I turned to face them, three hungry predators.  They looked like
ravenous beasts -- hard muscled with erect cocks.  The only thing that held
them at bay was their fear of and allegiance to their boss.  I had dealt
with one of the top crime bosses in the city.  I knew he would send
dependable men.

   Mr.  Rose, the little one, spoke up.

   "Yes, Ma'am.  We have the video cameras and everything else you
requested.  As you can see, the boys can't wait to get started."

   "'The boys' will wait until I tell them.  I have Mr.  Carlinelli's
assurances that you will follow my instructions to the letter.  I assure
you Sir; if you and these two handsome men follow my instructions, everyone
will leave here satisfied.  Are we clear?"

   "Yes Ma'am, though I kind of doubt our guest will be leaving satisfied,"
he snickered maliciously.

   "Speaking of our 'guest,' she's under too deep.  I want her awake and
responsive.  She doesn't have to be totally conscious, but I want her
following orders and feeling pain.  I'd hate to think we would go through
these exercises and her not be awake enough to appreciate her plight."

   "I have the stimulant right here ...  uhh ...  Ma'am.  This should bring
her around."

   As he was sticking the needle in JoAnn's arm, the beefcakes began
unloading the video equipment.  I'm not sure if they were smart enough to
set it up, but they did look nice and chunky as I had requested.

   "Call me Ms.  X, Mr.  Rose.  Mr.  Carlinelli assured me that you know
how to run the video equipment."

   "Oh, yes Ma'am, Ms.  X.  I've shot footage with the best porno directors
in the city.  And I've done freelance work for Mr.  Carlinelli before. 
He's always been satisfied with my work."

   "Excellent!  I'll start while you set up.  I'm a bit anxious to get
going.  There are drinks in the refrigerator.  Nothing alcoholic.  I want
'the boys' at the top of their game.  But we have a long afternoon ahead.
Anytime anyone needs a break, feel free to take one.  Does everyone
understand their role?"

   Mr.  Rose and the boys agreed that they did.  I had the nearest stud
pick up JoAnn and carry her into the bedroom that I had carefully selected
and prepared.

   The room had plenty of natural light coming through the windows.  It
should be excellent for photography.  In addition, there was a king-sized
bed that I had pulled into the center of the room.  The supplies that I had
brought were in a bag that sat on a small end table in the corner.

   I couldn't keep my hands off of her any longer.  She was lying on her
back, so I straddled her body and gave her another long, loving kiss.  This
time she began to struggle against me weakly and groaned as I bit her upper
lip.  I ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room.  I
was surprised to see her bra still on and intact.  I had assumed they would
feel her up more vigorously on the way over.  It was good to see that I was
dealing with professionals.

   I shredded and pealed the rest of her clothes, making fast work of
having my toy naked as quickly as I could.  As I tore the clothes off of
her, she became more and more defensive.  She meekly attempted to prevent
me pulling her skirt off.  When that was unsuccessful, she mildly tried to
prevent the removal of her panties.  Soon, she was naked and defenseless on
the bed.

   I rose, looking at my reflection in the mirror.  The mask was in place.
Mr.  Rose was setting up the video equipment.  He said it would be ready in
just a couple of minutes.  The two studs had both removed their shirts and
pants.  They waited in their underpants, both of them erect and ready.  One
wore boxers, the other briefs.  They both looked scrumptious.  I hadn't
planned to use them myself, but now I was reconsidering.

   JoAnn looked truly delicious, too.  She was trim and fit, a youthful
twenty-nine.  Her breasts were neither too big nor too little, perfectly
plump and perfectly pointy.  Her hips flared delightfully and she had kept
her pubic hair trimmed neatly, but full.  It was the same color as her
hair. She was a natural beauty, my JoAnn.  I wished I had her figure.  I
really think she had gotten that promotion through her looks.  I was ready
to make her pay for being such a gorgeous bitch!

   I walked on the other side of the bed from the men and removed my outer
wrap.  I heard one of the studs gasp.  I smiled, thanking him for the
compliment, but then gave a serious look to make sure they stayed focused
on their business.  I really wanted to remove my panties, but I still
wasn't sure if I should risk it with these men.

   So I crawled up on the bed with JoAnn feeling my panties wet and sticky
between my legs.  I kissed her again, on the mouth and on the neck.  Then I
straddled her face facing her body.  I looked down between my legs at her
precious, innocent face.  There was just the hint of anxiety on it.  It was
time to give JoAnn a rather rude awakening.

   I lowered myself on JoAnn's face, covering her pretty mouth with my
crotch and pushing backward until her nose was buried in the crack of my
bottom.  As soon as I blocked her airways she began to struggle.  I tried
to hold her jaw closed, but it was difficult.  At first, her weak struggle
felt nice against my pussy.  Soon she was fighting for air and she was
bucking against me so hard that it was almost painful for me to stay on top
of her.  I eased up, and as she gulped for breath, I quickly grabbed her
nipples and twisted them both hard.

   As she began her first scream, I settled back on her face again.  I
wasn't trying to block her airway now though, only muffle the noise.  I
laughed at my own thoughts.  Muffle her screams -- with my muff!  How
clever!

   After her scream died down, I rose off of her and instructed the studs
to hold down her arms.  They got on either side of her and I knelt between
her legs and examined her pretty vagina and bottom.  I held one of her legs
under my arm and began to slide my finger into her vagina.

   She started to squirm as my finger began to violate her.  I pressed into
her pulpy cunt.  At first, it was warm, but slightly dry.  I worked my
finger in gently, sliding it in and out of my rival.  Her struggles became
less frantic as the two men bore down on her.  Soon I was able to use
another finger as well and they began to glide between her labia on the
slick moisture her pussy was producing.  I started to rub her clit with my
thumb and she tossed her hips to try to prevent it.  The movements were
similar to what she would be doing had she enjoyed it and I was pleased
when I noticed Mr.  Rose had already began to shoot tape.  He had pulled in
for a close-up of my fingers fucking her.  I gave him a good show.

   One of the studs remarked that she seemed to like it.  The other
described her as, "a fucking whore." I could tell though, she hadn't
surrendered to it yet.

   Pressing firmly on the insides of her thighs, I bent down and kissed her
nether lips.  It was a dangerous thing to do while in a roomful of horny
men, but I had to have a taste of her before the two studs had use of her
pussy.  They exclaimed and encouraged me as I worked my tongue in and
around her tender vagina.  I made no attempt to pleasure her.  I simply
wanted to experience her fully with my mouth.  After her taste was firmly
imprinted on my consciousness, I pulled back and bit her clitoris as hard
as I had bit the lips of her mouth earlier.

   She screamed and squealed, my captive did, until one of the studs
blocked her mouth.  My hope is that he was filling her mouth with his cock,
but since I hadn't instructed him to do that yet, he probably wasn't.

   Sadly, there was only so much thrill I could get from her tender flesh
between my teeth.  As I rose off of her, the studs looked at me warily,
unsure about my viciousness.  Mr.  Rose seemed to be enjoying himself,
though.  Even holding the camera steady on his shoulder, his cock was out
and he was manipulating it.

   So I directed the studs to begin their work on JoAnn.

   "One of you at the head, the other at the tail.  Flip her over on her
stomach and get to work."

   They rolled her over with their big, strong hands and then removed their
underwear.  How convenient!  One of them was circumcised and the other was
not.  Immediately I began to think of them as "Cut" and Uncut."

   From my bag I retrieved and threw a quantity of condoms on the bed. 
"Cum in her mouth and on the outside all you want.  In her cunt and her
ass, you have to wear a condom," I instructed.  They looked disappointed,
but they would obey.  They had already received the same instructions from
their boss.

   The condoms were not for JoAnn's protection.  They were for mine.  I'd
be using her cunt and her ass for my own pleasure later.  I didn't want
them filled with some stranger's spunk.

   I returned to my bag and retrieved a riding crop.  The boys didn't
notice.  They were busy with the initial penetration of JoAnn.  Mr.  Cut
began to shove a rather long cock down her throat.  Mr.  Uncut's was not as
long, but was much thicker.  His prize was her vagina.

   She struggled a bit.  It was really quite fruitless.  Eventually she
surrendered to her fate, though a little too quickly for me.  By then she
became the perfect receptacle for their forceful thrusting.

   I walked around the bed, encouraging the boys not to be gentle with her.
I loved to stroke their hardmuscled backs as they fucked into her.  The
first time I gently stroked their backs and legs with the crop, they looked
at me warily.  But I reassured them that the crop was only for our victim.

   I bent down and looked at the lovely JoAnn.  Such an intelligent, pretty
girl.  I must say, she didn't look very threatening with a large cock being
stuffed down her throat.  Her eyes were bulging.  Her nose was running Her
cheeks caved in and expanded out delightfully depending on the placement of
the penis at the time.

   I instructed Mr.  Cut to press in fully and hold himself deep in her
throat.  He did so enthusiastically and it was wondrous to see her struggle
to breathe.  I put the crop between her forehead and his abdomen and used
it to gently to direct him when he should ease up and when he should push
back in.

   Mr.  Cut must have liked being directed because, astonishingly enough,
he came before Mr.  Uncut.  He began to cum in her mouth and I directed him
to shoot his sperm on her face.  I yanked her hair back viciously, holding
her firm as he smeared his sticky cock on her face and in her hair.  For
the first time, I could clearly hear her sobs.  They sounded wonderful.

   I decided she was making too much noise though.  I had made sure there
were no neighbors in the immediate condos, but one never can be too
careful. So I retrieved the ball gag from my bag and strapped it on my
lovely.

   That having been accomplished, I set to work to truly torture JoAnn. 
Mr. Uncut was nearing his orgasm.  In order to assist him, I pulled up on
her hair again and aimed a slap of the riding crop directly on JoAnn's
lovely breasts.  She bucked back hard against her lover, enhancing his
pleasure.  There's nothing like a lively girl to make a man cum hard!

   As I slapped her breasts again, I heard Mr.  Rose behind the camera
grunt and shoot off into a rag he held in his hand for just that occasion.
At least he was thoughtful.  Perhaps the carpet wouldn't be coated with
semen before we were through.

   All the men had experienced their first orgasms and I was still
frightfully stimulated.  I went to my bag and retrieved my butterfly
vibrator that I could palm in my hand.  I instructed the boys to freely use
her cunt and ass and retired to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom.

   With the door cracked, I could still hear JoAnn's muffled screams as I
began to stimulate myself.  Within seconds, on its lowest setting, the
butterfly brought me to a teeth-rattling orgasm as I sat with my feet
propped up against the bathtub.

   When I came out, JoAnn was sandwiched between two studs.  I believe it
was Cut in her cunt and Uncut in her ass, but I couldn't be sure.  I
couldn't tell them apart without looking at their dicks.

   After returning my lover to my bag, I walked over to the bed and knelt
beside the thrusting bodies.  With my hand in her hair, I pulled JoAnn's
face around and looked her in the eyes.  They were glazed over -- the
pupils dilated somewhat.  I don't think she was actually experiencing the
pain and the humiliation directly.  She looked as though she was in a
continual state of suffering through which each unique sensation barely
registered.

   There was no sense in torturing her more.  Her mind was probably already
raped.  Still, the boys needed to be sated or they might come after me. 
So, I let them have their fun.  After he came the second time holding the
camera, I even suggested to Mr.  Rose that he could take turns on her
without filming it.  He was most grateful and within ten minutes he was
blissfully humping away in JoAnn's ass.

   Over the course of two hours, the three of them used twelve condoms. 
That's not how many times they came.  After I stopped beating her, I
suggested they remove the ball gag and use their cocks to quiet her. 
Especially after they had just used her anus.  They were happy to comply.

   Eventually though, even these virile sex professionals grew weary.  When
they were done, I suggested they pack up and I paid them a hefty bonus for
their work as Mr.  Carlinelli had suggested.  I confiscated all of the
videotape, even going so far as to inspect their belongings to be sure I
had it all.  Mr.  Rose especially enjoyed the pat-down search I made of his
person.

   They left JoAnn with me, with Mr.  Rose agreeing that he would return in
two hours to retrieve her.  After seeing them out the door and
double-locking it, I took a short break and had refreshments.  I couldn't
stand waiting long, though.  I was still feeling very stimulated.  My first
orgasm was a faint memory.

   I checked on JoAnn.  She was weak and appeared lifeless.  I raised her
arm and it immediately flopped down on the bed.  I rolled her over on her
back so I could look at her while I took off the Halloween costume.  As
much as I enjoyed the look of the leathers, being nude felt so much better.

   However, I left the mask on, even though it itched a bit.  She might
still be floating in and out of consciousness.  If she survived the night,
it wouldn't do to have her remembering my face as I tortured her.

   From my bag I laid out the stun gun -- covered up, just in case she were
to come awake -- and the piece de resistance, the double-headed strap-on
dildo with harness.  I anxiously fitted the harness and then, leaning back
on the bed, inserted the smaller end of the dildo into my eager vagina.

   Finally!  It felt good to be filled!  Before I strapped it in place, I
stroked the long monster in and out of my cunt.  I stopped before I pushed
myself over the edge.  I wanted to save that for my playmate.

   I spread JoAnn's limp legs apart and crawled on top of her.  She looked
up at me, but she looked incoherent.  Spreading her red, swollen labia with
both hands, I inserted the head of the dildo into her.  Then, holding her
hips, I pushed in.

   When JoAnn had first come to me, I had remarked how tight and fit her
body seemed.  Now though, lying on top of her, she was soft and limp.  It
was like sinking into a large pillow.  She was warm and I hugged her like a
big pillow as my hips began to fuck into her.  She was oblivious to it all.
I only managed to get a small grunt from her when I slammed her more
roughly than was pleasurable to me.

   The double-headed dildo was awkward to use.  I don't imagine it's like
having a real penis.  It was more the psychological thrill of fucking her
that I enjoyed.  Still, it had a knob on my end that was designed to rub
against my clitoris.  That was beginning to feel nice, but I needed more.

   I reached between us and felt the base of the extension that was inside
JoAnn.  After searching the slickened surface with my fingertips, I finally
found the ring that, when twisted, employed the vibrating element.  I
engaged JoAnn's vibrator on full and stuffed it back into her.

   I've never really enjoyed a vibrator in my own vagina.  I love to hold
them against my clit, of course, and I enjoy a dildo in me that isn't
vibrating.  But the direct stimulation of a vibrating dildo is too much for
me.  But I was enjoying this!

   First of all, it was also vibrating the little knob that was stimulating
my clit.  That felt delightful.  Second, the vibrations along the shaft
were more indirect.  Even deep in my vagina where the dildo was in me too,
it felt nice.  But most of all, the stimulation of the vibrator in JoAnn
was finally drawing a reaction from her abused body.

   She began to draw up in the middle, almost like a convulsion.  It might
not have been a conscious action.  Perhaps her body was just trying to
protect itself.  In any case, feeling her move and squirm beneath me sent
me over the edge.

   I grabbed onto JoAnn as wave after wave of orgasm washed through me.  My
cunt gripped the dildo and squeezed.  God, how I wished it was Mr.  Cut's
long, hard cock in me!  I held onto the soft, pliable girl beneath me and
took a mouthful of girl-tit and bit down firmly in my ecstasy.

   Now that was an excellent climax!  The best I had experienced in ages. I
silently congratulated JoAnn as I pulled out of her and shut off the
vibrator.  I was nearing the end of my energy, but there were several more
goals I wanted to accomplish.

   Without removing the dildo, I awkwardly retrieved the crop and proceeded
to slap and torture JoAnn's breasts, belly and cunt.  She hardly responded
at all, except the first time I struck a sensitive spot.  Then, just
because I knew I would regret it if I didn't do it, I rolled JoAnn over and
inserted the dildo into her ass.

   I fucked into JoAnn's ass, not really deriving much physical pleasure
from it, but it was the ultimate psychological expression of my dominance
of her.  Even if she found some way to survive the abuse and return to her
job, I would always have the satisfaction of knowing that I had fucked her
in the most degrading possible fashion.  After I satisfied myself, I
withdrew from her ass and then moved to her front where I thrust the hard,
synthetic cock into her mouth.

   JoAnn gagged and coughed.  I felt the vibrations of her cough through
the dildo deep in me.  I pushed it deeper in her mouth.  After a moment, I
pulled back, allowing her to gasp for breath and then reached underneath
her jaw to feel near her tonsils.  Then I thrust into her again until I
could feel the head of the dildo in her throat.  She gagged again, then
retched.  As her face turned bright red, I pulled out of her mouth and
allowed her live.

   I removed the dildo from my pussy and began to clean up my toys.  I
packed everything away except the crop and a pair of long, disposable
gloves.  Donning the gloves, I retrieved the condoms from the trashcan and
squeezed the men's semen out of them, smearing the gooey mess onto JoAnn's
face and into her cunt.

   Then I cleaned myself up, packed everything away, and did a final visual
check of the room.  It was a mess, but Mr.  Rose would take care of
anything that needed to be cleaned.  He had orders to take JoAnn home and
dump her off on her own doorstep.  It was likely that with the drugs she
had been given before and what he would give her at the end, she may
remember none of this.  Even if she recovered, I could always leak an
edited copy of the videotapes against her.  Or I could just enjoy them
myself.

   I looked down on my rival one last time.  She was bruised and battered.
I blew her a kiss, slapped her formerly perfect tits hard with the crop,
and left her to her fate.

   In the front room, I removed my mask and put it away in my bag.  I took
out a hat and pulled it down low over my face to hide my appearance from
anyone who might see me leaving.  Then I left, leaving the door unlocked.
Mr.  Rose was due in five minutes.  He would clean up the mess.

   All the way home I thought about what might happen if four or five men
walked by and found the door ajar and decided to take advantage of her
plight.  Now there's a delicious thought!

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