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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} "Kat and Eric" Part I- The Introduction {M. Butler} (MF nc reluc rough oral anal 1st viol)
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Until she found herself, half naked and alone, in the middle of a 
strange city, Katherine Dressler thought she had it all together. She 
was 19 years old, working on a pre-law degree, and was SGA vice 
president. She was active in her sorority, Delta Zeta, the campus 
women's center, and several clubs, including debate and academic bowl. 
If asked to describe herself, she would have said strong, confident, 
smart, sexy, and in control. She threw herself into her studies and 
volunteer work, and she didn't have much interest in dating, especially 
among college boys, whom she considered too immature, and somehow 
beneath her. She planned to save herself for marriage, and she didn't 
see the point in dating a man if he wasn't suitable marriage material. 
Still, it got lonely sometimes, so she occasionally gave in and said yes 
to a date or two or a party, never planning to get serious, and 
certainly never planning to sleep with any of them. Too bad the men 
sometimes had other plans, which was how she'd gotten here.

Katherine had never even noticed Eric Schauer before, when they met at a 
college debate tournament. She was from the same mountain town where her 
college was located, and he went to school in a large city, about 2 
hours away from Kat. She caught his immediate attention, wearing a plaid 
mini skirt and a thin white sweater that clung to her every curve. She 
noticed the attention that she garnered, and the high marks she 
received, but just considered it a part of her charm and skill at 
debating, and was oblivious to the bulges in several of the men's 
trousers. It infuriated Eric, who thought that he should have won 
several rounds, that the judges had given this girl extra marks because 
of the whole little schoolgirl routine, and that several of his debating 
partners stumbled over their arguments and forgot their train of thought 
while staring at her tits and ass. Still, he couldn't help but notice 
that he was attracted to her, and when they ran into each other at a 
local bar after the tournament, they talked for a while. She was smitten 
with the tall man with sandy blonde hair and ice blue eyes who bought 
her drinks, so she agreed to meet him in the city the next weekend, 
because they had so much in common. For Kat, it also didn't hurt that he 
was older, about 26, and was working at one of the state's most 
prestigious law firms.



She always tried to look her best, so she picked out a charcoal gray 
pleated skirt and jacket, and wore it over a white knit button up shirt, 
with black thigh high stockings and black velvet Mary Janes with a 
three-inch heel. She put on a little lipstick, mascara, and blush, and 
some dark gray eyeliner and shadow, then braided her strawberry blond 
hair, doubling the braid up so it rested in a loop on the back of her 
neck, and securing the braid with a barrette with a small black ribbon 
bow on it. She thought she looked nice and businesslike, and was unaware 
of the impression that she really made. She already looked a little bit 
young for her years, and what she took as self-assurance and confidence 
came across to others as sassiness and flirting. The makeup and braids 
just served to make her look even younger, while the red lipstick and 
smoky colors on her eyes were more suited to a bar than to a business 
meeting. Add to this the facts that her tits had swelled from barely 
filling a B-cup when she bought the shirt to stretching over the tops of 
the C-cup that she wore and straining against the buttons down the 
front, and that her wide hips and slight bubble butt, assisted by those 
come hither shoes, lifted the top of her skirt so that the garters on 
her thigh highs were visible, and most men would have thought that she 
was dressed for seduction.

Always the gentleman, he asked her where she wanted to go. She didn't 
really know the city, but she let him pick the place, saying she 
preferred something "cozy", not extremely fancy - she didn't want to 
seem like she was just dating him because he was a lawyer or had a good 
salary, even though that was part of the draw. He suggested a little 
dive bar that served very strong mixed drinks, as well as very hot 
chicken wings. ID never was a problem when it came to pretty women in 
this place, so she had drank about 8 Long Island Iced Teas before the 
meal was over, and didn't realize how drunk she was until she got up and 
tried to walk. Eric suggested that they go somewhere quiet to talk, and 
she knew she was in no shape to drive, so she went along with him. She 
was a little surprised when he pulled the Excursion into a large, mostly 
abandoned, cemetery near the center of the city and turned down several 
roads within it to get to a more secluded spot, but he explained that he 
didn't want to be seen in public with a drunk young girl, because it 
could hurt his chances of making partner. And of course, his chances 
could be her chances, if she'd ever like a job as his secretary or clerk.

She was feeling good from the alcohol, and all of the attention she'd 
received earlier, so she didn't even mind when he continued with the 
flirting he'd started in the bar, and began kissing her and touching her 
face. She thought he was being a little forward when his hands slipped 
down to cup her breasts, but it felt good, and she went along with it, 
holding him, and arching her back, even spreading her legs when he began 
rubbing her pussy through her underwear, and leaning back the seat all 
the way for him to reach her. Her cunt was getting pretty wet, and she 
knew it was a woman's prerogative to say "stop" at any time, so she just 
rode the waves of pleasure for the time being. She noticed Eric's cock 
getting hard, and thought it wouldn't hurt to rub it a little, since he 
was making her feel so good. She unzipped his pants and wrapped her hand 
around the hard shaft, surprised at how thick it was, and began working 
her hand up and down. There was a little too much friction, so she 
licked her hand to lube him up, and reached back over with an even 
harder grip. She was so caught up in what she was doing, she barely 
noticed him pull her panties down to her ankles, and it felt so good 
when he began fingering her tight wet hole, she wriggled out of them the 
rest of the way, letting him put them in his pocket, so she could spread 
her legs further. She'd never had a man touch her there before and, 
although she had fingered herself, this was different. His fingers were 
much thicker and longer, his touch rougher, and it turned her on so much.

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt, and thrust them in her mouth, 
letting her taste her own juices. She'd tasted herself before, and she 
eagerly sucked them from his hand. "Get those fingers good and wet for 
me, girl", he ordered, "cause that whole hand's going to be in your cunt 
before the night's over". She licked and sucked on each finger, 
moistening them for their entry, and he stuck his hand back under her 
skirt, fucking her with 2 fingers, squeezing her tits with his free 
hand, as her hand jacked him off. He undid the single button on her 
jacket, letting it fall underneath her, and fumbled with the buttons on 
her delicate blouse. As he shoved 3 fingers now into her wet pussy, her 
brain registered that this was going way farther than she'd intended it, 
but her body ached for more. Unable to undo the tiny button while in the 
heat of lust, Eric simply ripped the front of her shirt open, snapping 
the buttons loose from their threads, then unsnapped the clasp holding 
her bra together in the front. Pushing all of this our of his way, he 
revealed her round, creamy breasts, and noticed how hard and dark her 
nipples were, swollen and sticking up, larger and pinker than pencil 
erasers. Eric slid his fingers out of her pussy, and placed them to her 
mouth again. She sucked off even more of her juices, and made sure to 
really wet it down with her spit, because her cunt was being stretched 
farther than it ever had before. This time, he slammed 4 of his fingers 
into her, at the same time pinching her erect nipple tightly between his 
fingers, and tugging it toward him. This send her over the age, and she 
screamed as she came, her body shaking with the waves of pleasure and 
pain, completely soaking his hand with her juices, her left hand still 
stroking his cock, squeezing impossibly tight with each spasm of her orgasm.

"Did you cum?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah" she just smiled, not sure what to say or do, and not wanting 
to let him know it was the first time a man had ever brought her to orgasm.
"Good, now you get to do me."
"How?" "What do you want me to do?", she asked.
"Get in the back" he ordered, as he opened his door and came around to 
her side.
"And do what?" she asked, hoping that acting naīve would stop him from 
trying to fuck her.
"Suck my dick," he commanded, as he opened her door and grabbed her by 
the elbow to "help" her out.

Kat didn't know why she went with him, but she considered herself still 
in control. It all felt so good, and besides, a woman always had the 
right to say no.
As he climbed in behind her and shut the back door, she noticed how dark 
the tint was on the windows, and how it'd be almost impossible to see 
what was going on back there. She noticed the back seats were already 
folded back, and how a blanket covered the whole back. How had she not 
noticed that earlier? She wondered how many other women he'd had back 
here, and what had happened to them all. Still on her knees, she crawled 
towards the front, buthe grabbed her hair, pulling her up to a kneeling 
position, as slid his underwear and trousers down.
"I've never done this before....", she started to say more, but was cut 
off as he pressed the head of his dick against her lips and jerked her 
head to his crotch.
"I'll tell you what to do," he shoved it in further.

She had read about fellatio in Cosmo, and had watched some porn off 
Napster, so she figured she'd try to suck it as best she could. She 
figured that he'd be so satisfied by her that she'd be able to keep her 
precious virginity intact. She started out like she'd seen in movies and 
video clips, rolling her lips so they covered her teeth, bobbing her 
head up and down as she sucked and slip her lips along his shaft. She 
was surprised that she likes the feeling, and she moaned and murmured 
"mmm" around his cock, not knowing that the humming sounds made it even 
better for him. "Play with my balls," he told her, and she reached up to 
cup and fondle them, squeezing them gently and running her nails very 
lightly over them. She wrapped her other hand around the bottom of his 
shaft, just sucking the tip, because she didn't know if she could take 
him all into her mouth, but he seemed to insist. As she licked his cock 
inside of her mouth and tried to take it at her own pace, he grabbed the 
back of her head and thrust further and further into her mouth, 
eventually going into her throat, his balls brushing her chin. She had 
never even sucked cock before, and her she was deepthroating, and 
struggling to breathe, because she had no choice. She didn't know how 
she'd keep from drowning when he came, but she soon found out that 
wouldn't be a problem.

She felt his cock jerk a little, and he pulled it out of her mouth, 
holding it in his right hand, while his left kept a firm grip on her 
hair, keeping her head and neck arched back. He shot his thick, sticky, 
cum all over her chest, neck, and face, leaving trails of it all over 
her body and a few strands spattering the front of her hair. He then 
brought his cock back to her mouth, wiping the last couple of drops of 
his cum on her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick them off, and he 
jerked back on her hair, causing her to open her mouth wide in surprise. 
He shoved his semi-hard cock back into her mouth, and began fucking her 
face again, slowly.
"Clean it off. Lick up every drop of my cum, and swallow what's left. I 
want you to make me nice and hard again, so I can turn you over and fuck 
that sweet little pussy", he growled.

She should have said no right then, but her mouth was full, and she 
already felt trapped, so she kept sucking. She felt him growing harder 
and larger inside her mouth, and tried to keep taking him into her 
throat, hoping that he'd shoot his load there, and forget about fucking 
her. She kept struggling for breath, and he was rock hard again, so he 
pulled out of her mouth. With one hand grabbing her braid like a handle 
and the other clutching her breast, he pulled her upright, and commanded 
her to spread her legs.
"Please," she begged him, "I'm still a virgin".
"So?"
"So, please don't fuck me. I... I'm saving myself for marriage".
He laughed, "with a hot little pussy and mouth like that, you expect me 
to believe that one. Besides, I like virgin pussy, and there's only one 
hole tighter than that".
Fearing she knew what he meant, she asked him, "What? What do you mean?"
"Your asshole, honey. Ever been fucked there?"
"No," she trembled, at the verge of tears.
"Well then, I bet it is really tight, even tighter than your hot little 
snatch. Do you want me to fuck your asshole?"
"No. No, please," she cried, wondering how she got into this situation, 
and why men always called her a slut and a tease when she had never 
really done anything before.
"Then your pussy," he said flatly, feeling her tense at his words.
"No, neither one. You're not going to fuck me," she hissed, as she 
struggled to get away.

"Listen,"' he slapped her, then pushed her face down into the floor. 
"You flirted and teased your way through that debate match, which you 
never should have won, then rubbed in my face all night up at the bar 
last week, and I wanted to just bend you over and fuck that smug look 
off your face then, but it wasn't the time or the place. So, like a 
gentleman, I invite you down here for dinner, and you have the audacity 
to show up dressed like a horny fucking schoolgirl from a porn flick, 
and sit there licking your lips and sticking your ass and titties outat 
every man who walks by. When you got all drunk and came out here with me 
to make out, you knew exactly what you were doing. I felt how wet your 
pussy is, and you got off two or three times. Now dammit, you've already 
showed me that you're a dirty little whore, so don't try that sweet and 
innocent bullshit on me. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck 
you hard. Now, if you want to keep up the little virgin routine that's 
fine, but I'm going to have either your ass or your pussy right now, and 
if you don't tell me which I'm going to fuck them both."

"No," she sobbed, terrified at the violence she had brought out in him. 
"No, please, neither one. Just please don't....."
"Bitch," he yanked her hair back and slapped her hard across the face, 
"I'm tired of your little games. Now where do you want me to fuck you, 
your pussy or your ass...?"
"....but, ...but", she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
"OK, your butt it is. Now ask me for it like a good little girl".
"NO!," she screamed, "that wasn't what I meant".
"Listen," he yelled, slapping her across the face again, hard enough to 
leave a bruise, and pressing his knee into her back, "You no longer have 
a choice here. I told you I'm going to fuck you, and I am going to fuck 
you. Now, maybe if you're real good, I'll leave your precious little 
cherry intact, but I want you to behave, and beg me to fuck that tight 
little asshole first. If you fight me anymore, or scream, or try to get 
away then, so help me God, I will leave you here in the middle of this 
place for the pimps and druggies to find and do what they will to you. 
Do you understand?". He jerked her hair back hair, and slapped her 
again, "Well, do you?"

"I....", she sobbed, "Yes, I understand".
"Well," he asked.
"Well wha?," she changed mid sentence as she remembered his demand. 
"Sorry. Please fuck me," she said resentfully.
"Where?," he prodded.
"In the ass," she reluctantly sighed.
"Only if you beg me, and make it convincing," he ordered.
"I can't believe you exp...."
SMACK!, he slapped her face hard and slid just the head of his dick into 
the opening of her pussy, as if to made a point, then pulled it out and 
began rubbing it against her tight little rosebud of an asshole.
"OK," she sobbed. "Please, fuck me in the ass" she tiered to sound 
convincing through her tears.
"Better, now just keep trying, and make it dirty. The more you sound 
like you want it, and the hotter you get me, the less this is going to 
hurt you. To show you how nice I am, I'll even lube you up a little bit 
and stretch your asshole out first."

She didn't know what to do or say, lying there pinned down in Eric's 
car, with his cum drying across her face and her body, and him on top of 
her, but she knew that he was serious, and that she'd better start 
begging. She was frightened half to death that he might hurt her but her 
pussy just kept getting wetter, like she was turned on by seeing this 
new forceful side to men. She'd always been such a good girl, mature and 
responsible but, laying here like this, pinned down and being forced to 
beg to be fucked in the worse way, she felt like a dirty little whore. 
That was good thought, she thought, maybe she could use it to her 
advantage, make the begging a little more convincing.

"Please, Eric," she cried, "Please fuck me in the ass," she pushed 
herself up onto her hands and knees, arching her ass up towards him. She 
bucked her hips as she begged, "please fuck me, stick your big, hard, 
juicy cock in my tight little asshole, fill me up with your cum. Please, 
please ride my ass, make me beg for more, I want you to fuck me like the 
little slut I am" She looked over her shoulder and saw him smiling, 
stroking his cock, watching as it grew even larger and harder - it was 
so thick.

"Yeah, that's it baby. Talk dirty to me," he growled, wetting two 
fingers with his spit, thin smearing it over her puckered little 
asshole. He just barely rubbed the rim of her little hold with his 
finger, and it pleased him to feel her press it back against him. 
Slowly, he inserted his finger, wiggling it around, feeling her 
amazingly tight hole contract around him. He worked it up into her for a 
while, then pulled it out, taking two fingers to scoop their cum out of 
her pussy and rub it into her asshole. As he lubed her up with their 
cum, it was almost too much, and she bucked her hips against him, 
moaning and sighing, still begging him. He didn't want to loose too much 
of the tightness, so once he could move two fingers around he stopped, 
wiping his hand on her skirt. "Spread your legs, you little whore, and 
tell me how much you want it," he ordered her, as he grabbed her ass 
cheeks and forced them apart.

"Oh, Eric, I want you so bad. Fuck my ass, fill my tight little with 
your big hard cock, squirt your CUM... OOOWWWWWW!!!!! Oh, God that 
hurts, OW, eeee!," she screamed and squealed as he entered her full 
force, feeling like he was splitting her open from the inside out. It 
hurt so bad, and he was holding her hair with one hand, impaling her 
with his dick on the other end, and she couldn't move or get away from 
him. All she could do was scream, and he slapped her, and then leaned 
back behind him.

"Open wide, you noisy, worthless whore," he yelled at her, grabbing her 
soaked panties, which he had kept ready for this moment, and stuffing 
them in her mouth. "I... told.... you.... not... to... scream... you.... 
stupid... bitch...!" he yelled, slapping her face hard after each word. 
As he slapped her, he fucked her ass even harder, and she felt her 
juices leaking out of her pussy and running down her thighs. The pain 
was becoming tolerable as waves of pleasure washed over her, from his 
slaps and rough treatment, and from the huge cock pounding her sore and 
tortured little ass. She pushed back against him even harder, her whole 
body shaking, as she moaned around the gag. He felt her body responding 
to him, shuddering with waves of pleasure, and this just excited him 
more. He slapped her ass in time with the rhythm of his thrusting, and 
that just sent her over the edge, her who body shaking as it exploded 
into orgasm. As she came, and her asshole clenched even tighter around 
his cock, Eric came deep inside of her, collapsing against her for a 
second.

Kat took this as her chance to escape, scrambling toward the door and 
unlocking it. Rather than chasing her, Eric just reached up and locked 
the door behind her. After running about 20 feet, Kat was reasonably 
certain he would not come after her. She took this time to look down, 
and take account of herself. Her shoes were still on, making it hard to 
run, or even walk, very far, and her stockings were ripped and one was 
scrunched down, torn loose from the garters, but still on. Her skirt was 
rather rumpled, but she had left the panties once she spit them out of 
her mouth. Her bra would not fasten back, and her top was ruined, unable 
to button, which left her breasts exposed. Her hair was a wreck, and she 
had Eric's cum all over her clothes and body, and their cum mixed 
together running out of her asshole and down her thighs. Remembering his 
comments about pimps and druggies, she realized that this was not 
somewhere she wanted to be in this state, and she didn't know how to get 
out into the city, or where to go from there. She had no idea how to get 
back to the bar she'd left her car, or even what it was called. She also 
thought she heard voices nearby, and figured it was better to take her 
chances with the one man who'd already had her, and could at least act 
civilized, than with several street thugs who would have no qualms about 
killing her or doing anything else. Her face burning with shame and 
embarrassment, she walked quickly back to the Excursion.

Eric was dressed again, sitting in the driver's seat, like nothing had 
happened, and smiling at here. He would not unlock the door and let her 
in, but just kept smirking and laughing. She wanted to slap that smirk 
off his face and just run away from there so badly, but part of her knew 
that he was her best chance for survival. He just sat there looking at 
her, and she was getting more and more scared, because she heard people 
coming up from behind her. When he did jump out of the car, he had a 
pistol in her hand, and she thought she would faint - was he going to 
kill her? Instead, he quickly threw her in the back. She wasn't sure 
what exactly had happened, but she saw four men approach him and heard 
them yelling. Two of them rushed at him, and he shot them, then the 
other two fled. Through the yelling, she heard enough to figure out that 
the men had seen and flowed here, and that they were after her and the 
car. Had this man who had just raped her ass actually killed someone to 
stop her from being raped? It didn't make any sense.

He got back in the car and she started yelling and crying and asking a 
million questions, leaning back against the driver's seat where she 
could see him. He held his finger up in a "shushing" motion, and stroked 
her hair. Strangely, this calmed her down and made her feel safe, and 
she quieted down. He handed her a bottle of flavored water to drink, and 
she thought it tasted a little tart but was glad to have something to 
sooth her parched throat. He asked her what size clothes she wore, and 
she told him, and he asked for her shoe and lingerie sizes, which she 
also gave him. She thought it was odd, but was too overwhelmed by the 
day to ask. So many things were going through her head right now, so 
many questions, odd feelings, and mixed emotions. As she tried to sort 
them all out, she eased off into a deep sleep.




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