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Subject: {ASSM} RP - 911 Rape (M/F  NC) {Grefe}
Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 07:10:02 -0500
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I have been looking to find this author for some time now.  If you, the 
author, read this
or if some one knows how I get in touch with him/her, please e-mail me at
tedebear690@yahoo.com.

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ted E. Bear
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                                       911 Rape (M/F  NC)
                                               By Grefe

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.
If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

Although I am not the author, merely a reposter, this is a
copyrighted work of the author.  Reposting or any other use of it is
strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the
copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a  review
or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive site.

DO NOT EMAIL ME WITH EITHER YOUR PRAISES OR YOUR
COMPLAINTS AS I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY.  If I had the
authors email address, it is included in the story.  If not, I don't know
how to contact the author either.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either
alive or dead is purely coincidental.
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The 911rape series is a novelization of a "hot chat" I actually had with a
woman on a New York City BBS.  Names are changed to protect the libidinous,
naturally.  With some minor changes, this is the story we created together.
Jim's actions and feelings are mine, but Carol's are actually those of my
computer sex partner. (wish I had downloaded those conversations... rats!)


Chapter I

    Jim and Craig were the crew of New York City's Emergency Medical Service
unit 13B2.  At 1700 on a Tuesday in June, they responded to a call of an EDP
(emotionally disturbed person) in an apartment building on 45th st 
between 1st
and 2nd Ave in Manhattan.
    As they pulled up the building, the Manhattan North precinct 
sergeant and
a sector car were just pulling up on the scene.

    In apartment 14G, Carol and her live-in boyfriend were having a violent
argument over his infidelity, and neighbors called the police.  "You 
bastard,"
she snarled.  "This is the third time you cheated on me.  The last 
time.  Get
your shit and get out."
    "Third?" he smirked.  "You have no idea how many other pussies have 
shared
this cock with you.  And their assholes too.  Maybe if you had let me fuck
your precious ass, I wouldn't have shopped around."

    When the police arrived, Carol violently insisted the police remove her
ex-boyfriend from her apartment.
    Jim looked at Carol, and was immediately aroused.  With her flared
nostrils and fiery eyes, she appeared to be a hellcat in rage, and Jim was
never one to overlook a strong-willed woman.  Her shoulder-length brown hair
was pulled back into a pony-tail, her brow shined with perspiration, and her
fine-featured, oliveskinned face was hardened in her anger.  Panting 
heavily,
her firm, generous breasts heaved braless beneath her t-shirt, and Jim 
felt a
stirring in his groin at the sight of her hardened nipples.  He wished 
for the
opportunity to explore what lay beneath her cutoff jeans and to touch the
thighs of her tanned athletic legs.  While Carol yelled at the sergeant, Jim
was lost in this reverie and said to himself, "What's wrong with you.  Get a
grip," and he returned to the matter at hand.
    The sergeant was about to dismiss the incident as a dispute, when the
boyfriend told them that Carol had attempted suicide and when he stopped 
her,
she tried to throw him out.
    Carol became enraged at this lie, and lunged at him.  Two policemen held
her back.
    The boyfriend continued that she hadn't seen her psychiatrist, a Dr.
Miller, in months, had thrown away her medication, and had been 
deteriorating
since.  These violent outbursts were commnplace, and he feared to leave her
alone.
    Carol screamed in rage that this was all untrue, but the sergeant 
said to
the ambulance crew, "You better take her in, just to be safe.  Let the
hospital handle it."
    With that, Carol fought violently as the police forced her into hand-
cuffs.  As they led her to the elevator, the boyfriend said, "I'll go to the
hospital in a little while.  I have to call her mother and take care of some
things." He could barely suppress a burst of laughter as he closed the 
door to
the apartment.

    Out in the street, Carol fought like a demon as she was pulled into the
ambulance and secured to the stretcher.  An officer was to escort her in the
ambulance, when a high-pitched tone came over the police radio, declaring a
10-13 downtown, indicating an officer in need of emergency assistance.  The
cops and the sergeant immediately jumped to their vehicles, shouting, "We'll
meet you at the hospital."  One cop threw the hand-cuff keys to Jim, but
before he could react, they sped away to aid their fellow cops.
    Craig informed the dispatcher, "13-boy, 82 to 02 with the unescorted
female," as her drove the ambulance toward the FDR drive.
    In the back, Carol pleaded with Jim to believe her, that she was not
crazy, and all this was a lie.  Jim nodded sympathetically and said, 
"You have
to convince the doctors at Bellevue.  Now if you calm yourself down and
cooperate with them, they'll probably believe you.  But you have to calm
down."
    Carol made a visible effort to relax, when the ambulance came to a stop.
Craig, over the intercom, said, "Looks like the cops went to a riot 
downtown.
The FDR is backed up from 14th street.  We're gonna be stuck here a while.
It's bumper to bumper."  He then informed the dispatcher of the situation.
Shortly, Carol had calmed herself, and she asked, "What's going to happen to
me?"
    "The Bellevue staff will interview you, and try to get in touch with 
that
doctor."
    "Then they'll let me go," she replied hopefully.
    "Maybe.  But they try to be careful, lawsuits and all.  In a suicidal
case, they might want to keep you overnight for observation."
    "What?" she gasped.  "I'm not suicidal.  They can't do this to me!"  
With
that, she bucked savagely against the stretcher straps.  Her shirt rode 
up and
Jim caught a glimpse of a full round breast before it was covered again.
    "Come on now, what did I say?" he cautioned her.  "You have to relax.
Besides, I'll talk to them for you."
    "Would you?" she cried.  "Oh, please, I'd do anything to get out of 
this."
Jim hesitated, not believing he was doing this, then crouched next to the
stretcher.  Cupping a tit in one hand, he asked, "Anything?"
    Her eyes widening in horror, she said, "No, no, not that."  Jim 
lifted her
shirt, and her firm midsized tits were exposed.  He brushed a palm across a
large dark areolae of one breast then played with the with thick nipple.
    "What are you doing?  Stop this, please," she pleaded.  Unheeding, Jim
reached down and caressed her trim thighs, and stared lustily into her brown
eyes.
     "Help!" she screamed.  "He's trying to rape me!"
     Jim clamped a hand over her mouth as Craig came over the intercom,
"Everything okay?"
     "Yeah," Jim answered.  "She's just flipping out again."
     Craig chuckled.  "Well, she is hot enough to rape.  Be good, Jim."
     "Yeah, right," Jim laughed.  Then he slapped Lori's face sharply and
said, "See.  No one will believe you, and if you tell the doctors I 
raped you,
they'll lock you up a long time."
     Tears sprang to Lori's eyes, as her face stung.  "No, you can't do 
this,"
she whispered.  "They'll believe me.  They have to."
     Jim took her breast again.  "Nope.  They'll never buy it.  No one has
ever complained about me before."
     "Why?  They were too scared of your threats?"
     "No.  I've never done this before."  Jim stood unbuckled his uniform
pants and dropped them to the floor.  His erection strained against his
underwear, which he also removed.
     Carol stared at him incredulously.  "I must be crazy.  I can't believe
this is happening."
     Jim held his cock, which has about 6 inches long, but very thick and
hard.  He lowered it to her face but she turned away.  Roughly, he 
grabbed her
hair and, pulling her head back, slapped her again.  "Look," he said.  "I'll
tell them shit that get you admitted to the hospital for long-term
observation."
     "How-- how long is that?" she whispered.
     Lori's eyes bulged in panic when her replied, "Six long weeks.  A 
pretty
thing like you will be fucked by every orderly and guard in the psych wing,
not to mention a few patients.  And the more you cry rape, the less they'll
believe you.  You're better off taking care of me, then this will all be
over."
     Tears streamed from her eyes, and she whimpered, "Six weeks."  Sobs
wracked her, and Jim felt sorry for her.  He was about to stop this lunacy
when she murmured, "All... alright."  She stared at his cock for a moment,
in terror of the fate this man could bring her, then closed her eyes and
opened her mouth.
     Jim, lust renewed at the sight of her open, pouty lips, slid 
himself into
her waiting mouth and shuddered at the warmth of her.  Holding her head, he
slowly and deeply fucked her mouth, with Carol doing nothing but 
squeezing her
eyes tightly shut and hoping it would be over soon.  He penetrated so deeply
that she almost gagged, then withdrew to the head of his dick.  Taking a
nipple between his fingers, Jim increased his tempo, fucking her mouth
furiously and roughly,  gripping her hair and slamming his cock into her so
her nose was in his pubic hair, his balls bouncing on her chin.  He was 
close
to coming, and considered blowing his load in her mouth and on her face.  He
loved the sight of a woman's face covered with sperm, but decided no, he
wanted this to last.
     Jim took out his cock and wiped it over her face, covering her with her
own saliva.  The sight of this was almost enough to push him over the edge,
but he held back.  When it passed, he ordered, "Lick it."  Carol slowly 
stuck
out her tongue and touched the head of his prick.  She tasted a clear 
drop of
preseminal fluid, salty and bitter.  "Lick it all over, get it nice and 
wet."
Eyes still shut, she obeyed and coated his cock with spit.  He throbbed 
at her
attentions, preferring her to take an active role.  Then he climbed atop her
chest and, pulling her breasts over his dick, began to titfuck her.  The
slickness between her breasts provided a wonderful feeling for Jim, and he
pinched her nipples as he held them.  Tears of frustration squeezed between
Lori's eyelids, fearing he would take his time, and maybe even fuck her
vagina.
     He again neared orgasm, and stopped short of coming on her.  Turning so
he faced her feet, Jim squatted over Lori's face and lowered his testes 
to her
mouth.  Cringing, she licked at his scrotum and tasted the fragrant sweat on
his hairy balls.  Her faced flushed with humiliation as she reluctantly 
took a
testicle in her mouth.  Carol considered biting him, but when she thought of
the result, six weeks in a mental hospital, she only suckled gently at 
it.  In
giving in to him, she found her humiliation increased, and was shocked 
to find
she somewhat enjoyed this feeling.  She had never been involved in bondage,
buy being tied here and helpless to this man's will actually began to arouse
her.  She fought this feeling with revulsion and guilt, but it remained
nonetheless.
    Pulling away from her mouth, Jim sat on her face, pushing his anus 
against
her lips.  Grimacing, Carol struggled again, but he pinched a nipple
painfully, and she yelped, but stopped resisting.  "Suck on my asshole.  
Now."
When she didn't comply, he twisted her nipple brutally so she cried out,
muffled by the anus pressed against her mouth.  Tearfully, she gave in 
to him,
and sucked at the pungent orifice she had never tasted before.  Her disgust
was lessened, though, because after all, she had no choice.  This was
something she would never do of her own volition.  She was not
responsible, and that gave her a freedom she never knew.
    Jim jerked at his cock and as he slapped one of her breasts ordered, 
"Fuck
me with your tongue."  She stiffened her tongue and poked it into his 
rectum,
and Jim rode up and down on it.  He stared down at her gorgeous body, and
couldn't believe the emotions he felt.  To use this woman against her 
will, to
take advantage of her physical and mental helplessness, to degrade her any
way he chose, gave him such a rush of power and lust, he new he could 
not turn
back.  At a new threshold, he would always need this now.
    Finally he got off her, and she moaned when he pulled down her 
shorts.  He
spread her legs and, to his surprise, "You are sopping wet.  You dirty slut,
you are enjoying this."  He grinned broadly at her, pleased that, 
despite his
using her, she was getting pleasure as well.
    Carol blushed and averted his gaze.  "N-no," she stammered.  "No, I hate
you."
    He smiled knowingly as he climbed atop her on the stretcher and
unceremoniously shoved himself into her to the hilt.  Carol gasped at the
sudden penetration, felt as though she were being split apart by his thick
cock.  His weight crushed down on her, her cuffed hands pinned beneath her
painfully.  Yet, as he began to fuck her slowly and deeply, to her 
horror, she
found that she didn't want it to end.  Jim smiled secretly.  He noted 
her eyes
were no longer clamped shut, but closed softly, her head held and mouth 
open.
"She's loving this, the whore," he thought, then was struck with an
inspiration.
    Carol gasped against her will as he suddenly pulled out of her, and 
could
have died of embarrassment when she realized how empty she felt.
    He climbed off her, took her by the hair again and slapped her sharply
across the face.  "You like it too much, you cunt."  He was shocked at 
his own
mouth, but continued.  "Open your mouth."  When she complied he shoved his
dick into her mouth again.  "I've got something better for you."  Out of
Lori's field of vision, he opened a cabinet and rummaged through some
emergency supplies.
    Soon, he leaned over, grabbed her left leg and pulled it up to him, and
she felt him smearing something cold and wet onto her anus.  She gasped with
his cock in her mouth as he worked a finger into her backdoor and began to
fingerfuck her asshole.  She winced in pain as he inserted a second digit.
Taking his time, while still fucking her face, he massaged her insides to
loosen them up, then slipped in a third.  Carol felt stuffed with these 
three
fingers, but gradually the muscles relaxed.
    Jim pulled out of her mouth, and to her horror he began to grease up his
cock with the surgical lubricant.  "I haven't buttfucked a girl in a long
time," he informed her as he moved down to her legs.
    "Oh, please," Carol begged, "I've never done that."  New tears sprang to
her eyes as she thought of her newly-ex boyfriend, and his claim that he
cheated on her because she kept her tight backdoor off limits.  It was that
fucker's fault she was in this predicament.
    "I could tell you weren't a virgin in your pussy," he smiled as he 
got in
position, "but I am honored to be your first to boldly go where no man has
gone before."  He chuckled as he lifted her legs and spread her cheeks.
    "Help me please!" Carol screamed to his partner.  "Hel-" she was cut off
by his clamping hand again.
    Jim lay atop her again, this time with the head of his prick resting on
the entrance to her cornhole.  "I'll give you a choice," he smiled to her.
"Just shut up.  If you yell when I let go, I'll gag you, wipe you clean and
buttfuck you dry.  Got it?"
    She nodded fearfully, and he slowly released her mouth.  "Please," she
begged, "I'll do anything but that."
    He slapped her again, and hissed, "You'll do whatever I want, bitch.
Don't forget that.  But I'll offer you an alternative.  There is a nurse at
Bellevue who is bi.  Fuck the both of us together and I'll spare your
butthole, and get you released in the bargain."
    Carol stared at him frozen.  "No, I can't do that with a woman.  Just do
my pussy or let me blow you--"
    He smacked her again.  Then, softly, "Make a decision.  I want pussy 
juice
on your face, or your shit on my dick.  Up to you."
    Carol cried quietly, but couldn't choose.  Each was a perversion she
thought she would never face.  "I can't decide...."
    "Fine," he replied, then began to press against her anus with his rock-
hard erection.  After holding out so long under such arousing conditions, he
knew this would be a powerful orgasm.
    Then to their utter shock, her at her good luck and he at his bad, the
ambulance jerked and rolled along the FDR.  Craig's voice came over the
intercom.  "Finally opened up.  We'll be there in a few minutes."
    Jim cursed sharply, then hurried to clean and dress himself and his
patient.  His balls would be aching for lack of coming, but they would 
get cut
off if he were caught like this.
    As the ambulance backed into the hospital bay, Carol collapsed, 
exhausted,
all the tension draining from her.  But then Jim said, "You aren't out 
of this
yet, honey."  Now she feared that he, in his frustration, would have her
committed, and she dreaded what was to come in the mental hospital.

(to be continued)????

Grefe
4/92

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