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From: linda mck <linnduh@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Rapin' Red (MF, NC, cybersex, phonesex, mast) Part Two: Mary's Story
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Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 01:10:04 -0500
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This is an adult story, and is intended to be read by adults.  If you are
under the age of 18 (or 21 in some places) you should not read further.  If
descriptions of consensual and nonconsensual sexual situations makes you
uncomfortable, you should not read further.  Although rape fantasies are
common, actual rape is a crime.  If you cannot differentiate between fantasy
and reality, you should not read further.  In fact, you should stick your
head in an oven.


The plot has been unabashedly stolen and plagiarized (albeit with the
condescending, snide, and somewhat begrudging permission of the author
of  "Rapin'
Red", the one and only (thankfully) WordPlaze.  Comments are
appreciated.  Dirty
comments might get me wet.  Write to me at LinnDuh@NOSPAMgmail.com.  Just
remove the "nospam" part first, OK?

Also, for all you Mensa members out there, the grammar errors and
misspellings are deliberate.  It's meant to reflect a young lady's diary.
Put your red pens away.



Rapin' Red - Mary's Point of View (NC, cons, MF, phonesex, cybersex)



By LinnDuh


*Mary's Diary - October 31st*

* *

Tonight is the Halloween Party at the Morgan House.  I got my costume from
the dry cleaners today.  The same one as the last two years, a very naughty
Red Riding Hood.  It's definitely an attention-getter for me, and I don't
care if people know I'm wearing the same costume again this year.  All those
hussies whispering about me wish they were being looked at the same
way boysmen are looking at me.
Brad likes it too.  It should be a very fun night.  Being stared at makes
me, well, a little horny.  Hee, hee.  I'm soooo bad.


*Mary's Diary - November 1st*

* *

I can't believe what happened to me last night.  I can't tell nobody anyone.
I was raped.  At that party.   With about a million people in the house, I
was raped.  I was tied up, blinkfoldered blindfolded, gaged gagged and
raped.  I can't tell anybody.  I'm so scared.  He knows where I live, and
said he would find out and kill me if I tell.  What am I going to do?  I
never saw him his face.  He could be anybody and anywhere.  I'm so afraid.



The worse part is, I can't believe I'm writing this.  The worse part is that
I get excited when I remember it.   And I remember all of it.   I was scared
but I was excited.  He was strong and powerful and forcefull and he took
what he wanted.  He was in control, and I had no control over what would
happen.  I think this made me excited.  He wanted me, and he had me.  Just
like that.



I cried when I got home.  I didn't cry until I got home.  Nobody knows what
happened accept him and me.  Brad wanted to stay.  I sent him home.  I took
a bath.  I could smell him on me.  In me.  I could see his dried semen on my
skin and my pubic hair.  That also excited me.  What is wrong with me?  After
my bath, I went to bed and cried.  When I finished crying, I masterbated
myself.  And I thought about him.



Please I hope he wanted me.  That he just didn't grab the first girl to come
by.  I want him to want me.  I'd saw him before I went upstairs to go the to
the bathroom.  I thought he had a nice smile.  He was in a Zorro suit, and
looked pretty good in black.  When I came out, he was standing in the
hallway.  He grabed me and pushed me into a bedroom.  Nobody heard him, the
music was so loud.   He put his hand over my  mouth  and held me down.  I
tried to scream, but I couldn't.  When he pulled his hand away, I tried to
scream again, but he put something hard and rubber in my mouth and tied it.
He tied my hands behind me then.  I was trying to get away, and I tried to
kick him.  He pulled my hair back hard and told me He would kill me first
and rape me anyway if I didn't do what he said.  He said no one would hear
me scream anyway.  He said He had a nife and that He would cut me up.  He
said He was going to "fuck" me.  He said that word over and over.  He called
me names like "cunt" and "hoar" and "slut".  No one ever talked to me like
that before.  Then he called me "Angel" and "Sweetheart".  I don't think he
was being sarcastic.  I think he meant it.  He promised not to hurt me if I
was good.  I decided to do whatever he wanted.  I was so scared.



He picked me up off the floor and took me to the bed.  He was so strong.  He
pulled the hood off my sholders and pushed up my tshirt.  He said "oh, yeah"
when he saw my breasts.  I was embarrassed already because my nipples were
swollen, from fear, I think.  He licked, sucked and squeezed my breasts.  And
it felt good, but I was still scared bad.  I know something else.  I know if
my hands weren't tyed behind me, I would have held his head against my
breasts.  I wanted to touch his hard muscles.  But I couldn't move.  At some
point he got up and locked the door.



Then I felt his hands under my skirt and pulling my pantys off.  I could
feel that he was looking at me.  Admiring me.  I heard him say something
like "yum" or "mmm" or something.  And I remember being glad he liked what
he saw.  Then his mouth left my breasts and I felt his tongue slide down my
stomack to my vajina  private parts.  My breaths were gasping and I had
trouble breathing with the ball or whatever it was in my mouth.  I felt my ...
my privates ... getting wet as his tongue got closer.



Then His tongue was in me.  My god.  Oh my god.  I can't discribe how good
it felt.  He started gentel and then got more insistent.  Soon He was
working my vajina private pussy over.  I could hear him tasting, licking,
and sucking my juices.  I was soaking up.  I was crying, but from
frustration.  I wanted him to rape me.  I wanted him to ... to ... you know ...
fuck me ... to fuck me hard.  I never used that word before, but now ... I ...
well ... I like it.  I wanted my hands free so I could hold his head tight
against me.  I could feel his beard stubble against my inner thighs as he ...
as he ate me ... as he devoured me.



I couldn't stop myself.  I began to squirm and push myself against His face.
I wanted Him to love me forever.  Then He stopped and moved up until His
face was above mine.  He took something out of His pocket and blindfolded
me.  He said He wanted to kiss me while He fucked me, and that He would hurt
me bad if I screamed.  Then He took the gag out of my mouth, and I could
breathe easy again.  I wasn't going to scream.  I wanted Him in me.   Deep
in me.



He got off of me, but He was still between my legs.  I heard Him undo His
pants.  His zipper sound was so loud ... it turned me on.  I could imagine His
penis ... His ... cock ... His hard cock.  I wanted to kiss it.  I wanted to suck
it.  I wanted to taste His balls ... His big beautiful balls.  I wanted Him to
call me cocksucker.  I wanted Him to come in my mouth.



I can't believe I'm riting these things.  What is wrong with me?



Then I felt it.  His cock.  Touching me.  He was rubing it on my vajinapussy.
I wanted it.  I wanted all of it.  The head was so hot.  I heard Him
chuckle, probably because I wanted it so bad.  He told me how He was going
to fuck me hard.  He was going to shove His cock in me all the way to His
balls.  Every time He said "fuck" or "cock" or "cunt" or "balls" I got a
shiver.  And I got wetter and wetter.



Then He entered me.  Hard.  In only a couple of thrusts, He was in all the
way.  He kissed me the whole time.  His tongue was as demanding as His
thrusts into me were.  I ... I tongued Him back.  He tasted so good.  I could
taste my pussy ... my cunt ... on Him.  This thrilled me too.  He knew I wanted
Him now.  He laughed at me.  I was His property.  I was owned.   I pulled my
knees up high.  I wanted Him deep in me.  I knew He wasn't going to hurt me
now.  He kept whispering into my ear how nice my cunt felt.  How hot my body
was.  What a great fuck I was.  Every thing He said turned me on more.



He made me turn over.  He said I had a sweet ass and He wanted to fuck it
hard.  I wondered if He was going to ... you know ... fuck my ass hole.  I was
scared because I never done that, but I was also kind of excited in a weird
way.  But all He did was fuck me from the back.  He was really hurrying, and
I wished He would slow down.  Then .....



Then I felt Him come.  Really hard.  I could actually feel it surge in me.  His
cock kept thrusting and his come kept gushing.  So much come.



I didn't have an orgasm.  But I felt so fulfilled.  This Man had exploded in
me.  This strong, forceful, powerful Man had filled me with His essence.



He laughed, pulled my head up and kissed the back of my neck.  "That's my
good little girl.  Now this is our secret, right Mary?  If you tell anyone,
I'll find you before they find me, understand Baby?"  He knew where I lived,
too.



I whispered "yes", and He pulled out of me.  I felt Him wipe His cock off on
my ass.  He made me to suck His penis clean.  So many tastes on it.  He
loosened the ties on my hands, and tole me to leeve them on until He was
gone.



I cried for a few moments.  Then I untied my hands and put my cloths back
together.  I never did fine my pantys.



I went downstairs.  Two guys were at the bottom of the stairs saw me come
down.  They were looking up my skirt, and I had no pantys.  I seen one nudje
the other.  They both grinned real big.



And it turned me on.



I wondered where Zorro went.



I went back to Brad.  And I felt His come running down my leg.  Oh my god.  I
kept my legs tite together.  I wanted to keep his come in me.  I definitly
didn't want Brad to see His semen run down my legs.



Brad asked me why I was gone so long.  I don't remember what I answered.  I
only remember that I was looking for Zorro.  I wondered what I would do if I
saw Him.  Maybe I would ask Him to take me home and fuck me hard some more.
Maybe I would ask Him why He chose me.  Maybe I would just blow Him here in
front of Brad and everybody.  Anything to make Him stay.


*Mary's Diary - November 8th*



I can't stop thinking about Him.  I walk down the street  and wonder if
every man I pass is Him or not.  I don't know what He looks like, but I love
Him.  I want Him.  I want Him to come and fuck me again.  He knows where I
live.  Please, please, let Him come to me.  At night, I relive our moments.
I ... play with myself.



Brad is pissed cause I don't call him.  Brad just doesn't do it for me
anymore.  Sex with him is like screwing a teletubby.  I want a real man to
fuck me hard.


*Mary's Diary - November 12th*



I don't think He's ever going to come to me again.  I'm so frustrated.  So
tonight I went online to a chat room.  It was called "!!!rapesex!!!".  I
found it doing a search for rape fantasies.  I used the nickname
"marymary999" and I just kind of monitored what was going on.



It was pretty boring.  For about five minutes.  Then every single male in
the chat room started sending private messages to me.  Most of them just
sent "ASL?" which I later found out meant "Age Sex Location?"  A couple of
them asked if I liked cybersex.



I don't know why I was there.  But I knew I wanted something.  There was one
nickname that seemed male, but he wasn't sending me anything.  That was
annoying.  I guess I quickly got used to being the center of attention.  His
nickname was ZardOz.  There were a couple of women (I guess they were women)
in the chat room also, but they were quiet.  Or busy.



So I private messaged ZardOz.



me - hello?



ZardOz - yep?



Me - what are you doing?



ZardOz - sitting here waiting for you to call.



Me - how did you know I would call you?



ZardOz - I didn't.  But if you did, I would know you were for real.



Me - huh?



ZardOz - never mind.  Anyway, why are you here?  Curious?  Bored?
Frustrated?



Me - uh.  All of those I guess.



Maybe he was interested in me.  Maybe he thought I was ready to "play"
on-line.  I don't know.  I  know I got interested some in him.  He seemed
pretty self-assured.  Maybe he is Zorro.



After I got off the computer, I went to bed and masturbated again.  I
thought about being held down as a powerful man had me.


*Mary's Diary - November 19th*



I dumped Brad the other day.  What a useless jackass.  All I did was ask him
to ware a mask and tye me up and talk nasty to me.  He called me a slut, and
stormed out.  The only good part of the day was when he called me a slut.  Hee
hee.  Good riddince numm nuts.



I spend a lot of time on line now.  ZardOz, who's real name is Don, is
teaching me a lot about playing and fantasies.  He pisses me off when he
corrects my spelling though.  He says it makes me seem empty-headed.  He
says he knows I'm smart, so I should show it.



Tuesday nite night he asked for my phone number.  I was worried, but I gave
it to him.  He'd sent me his picture on the computer, and I had sent one of
me.  For some reason, I sent him one of me in my Red Riding Hood outfit.  I
think he thought I sent him a picture of someone else, because he asked over
and over again if this is really me.



He told me to go to the computer store and get a camera that's like a video
of you while you chat  on-line.  He said any old cheap one would be ok, but
the salesman there talked me into a pretty nice one.  He was young and cute,
and had a nice strong body, so I flirted with him a bit.  I made sure to
lean over a lot so he could see my cleeveage cleavage.  I saw he was too shy
to ask me out, so I asked him.  I hope he likes to talk dirty.  Hee hee.  We're
going to a rave dance club Friday, and I know I'm gone to fuck him afters.  And
I'm gone to pertend he's my Zorro.  And after I fuck him, he can hook up
this dammed camera.  Cause I don't understand it.  Oh, I better buy some
comdums.



No need to tell ZardOz about the salesguy.  I told him on-line that my
girlfriend was gone to hook up my camera this weekend, so he could see that
I really do look kinda nice.  I think he thought I was some fat old woman
looking for fun.  I never asked him if the picture ... he calls it a pic ... was
really of him.  Why would anyone send a fake picture anyway?



So anyway, tonight I let him call me.  I took the phone in my bedroom.  We
talked for a little bit, and then he asked if I had a dildo or a vibrator.  I
told him no, cause I'd never needed one.  He said that I should get one of
those also, so we could have more fun on the phone.  I mean, I've flirted
with boyfriends on the phone before, but I'd never had phone sex.



We talked about a lot of things while I stripped down to just my panties.  Then
he told me to lie down.  He started talking about kissing me and licking me.
He talked about how beautiful I was and how he wanted to fuck me.  He asked
me to be his slut for the night and I said OK.  He told me to suck on my
fingers so he could hear it, and then describe how I would suck his cock.  He
told me he was going to jack off while I did that, and that I should try to
make it as good as possible.



So I did.  I pretended that my fingers were Zorro's cock and that he was
pressing it deeply into my mouth.  I used my lips and my tongue on my
fingers, imagining his big smooth shiny cock head in my mouth.  God, I
wanted it for real so bad.  I would have sucked the cock of any man who
walked in right then.  I decided then that I would have to get a dildo, so I
could suck it.



I could hear his deep breathing and I could even hear him stroking himself.
It turned me on.  He was talking to me too, telling me what a great
cocksucker I was and that my mouth was warm and wet.  I was getting warm and
wet just listening to him.  Just when I told him that I was going to lick up
and down his cock while I stroked his balls, I could hear him come.  He must
have come for fifteen seconds.  I said something like "Mmmmm, baby, I love
your come.  Come more for me baby.  Smear your come all over my lips and
chin and cheeks.  I want it all messy all over me."  I heard him breathing
hard for about two minutes afterward and then he said "Jesus, are you sure
you never did this before?"



That made me feel pretty good.  In fact I was proud of "giving good phone"
as he called it.  Then he said it was my turn.  He told me to lay on my
stomach, and finger myself.  He said laying on my stomach would make my
fingering seem more forceful.  He was right.



I put the phone by my head and began to fuck my fingers.  I was actually
moving myself up and down onto my hand.  I could hear him talking to me, and
I know he could hear me moaning as I fucked myself.



"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, cunt.  You do whatever I say and you won't get
hurt, beautiful.  Feel my hard cock driving deep into you.  A great
cocksucker like you deserves a good hard fucking.  I'm gonna come all over
your sweet ass, slut, then I'm going to smear my come around your ass so I
can slide my cock around in it.



The last time I'd actually been fucked was by Zorro.  This phone thing was
pretty good though.  I actually screamed out when I came this time.  And I
couldn't wait till Friday so I could really have a cock in me.  A cock to
suck.  A cock to squeeze.  A cock to stroke.  A cock to hold inside me oh so
tightly.



Is this normal?  Or am I a nimpho or sumpthing?  It really doesn't matter,
because I know I want it.


*Mary's Diary - November 23rd*



Well, my date with Terry, the computer guy, went pretty good.  I picked a
short tight black dress slit up both sides with spagetty straps.  He had a
pretty nice car, and I could see him taking sideways glances at my legs and
tits while he drove us to the club.  I had a great time at the rave, but I
was really interested inn getting fucked really hard.  Finally, during one
dance, he tentatively stroked my ass, so I non-tentatively cupped his balls.
I think he figured out then that he was gonna get lucky.  Hee hee.  He
shoulda just asked.  I could feel his cock start to harden.  Felt nice.  And
large.  Maybe I was the lucky one.  I used to believe all that about size
not mattering.  A big powerful cock was what I needed.  A big powerful cock,
pressed into me ... demanding ... insistent ... unstoppable.



When we got to my house, I made coffee and went to change.  The change
consisted of removing my panties.  I wanted him to fuck me in my dress.  I
wanted him to make me obey.  I wanted him to force my legs apart and take
me.  I came out and gave Terry his coffee and sat beside him with my legs
curled under me.  He talked a little, and while I listened to him, I touched
his arm and caressed it.  Body language for "do what you want to do to me,
mister".  Finally, he leaned over and kissed me.  I kissed him back, softly,
so he'd know everything was all right.  He began to use his tongue, and god,
it was good.  Warm and wet.  Coaxing.   Loving.  Demanding.  I responded,
but made sure his tongue was the aggressor, my tongue the receiver.  I
wanted him to dominate me.  His hand went to my breast.  I didn't resist.  His
hands were large and warm.  He began gently, and become more insistent ...
demanding ... rougher.  I made sure he knew I was willing to be treated
roughly by gasping and moaning.  His hand moved to my leg.  I was sure he
could smell my wet cunt.  He was going to be amazed when he found out how
badly I wanted him.



Finally, his hand got to the center of me.  When he realized that I had
nothing on under the dress, and that I was soaked for him, his kissing got
wild and he pushed me down on the couch and pushed my dress up over my hips.




I could feel his swelled cock pressing against me.  He got up on his knees
between my legs and pushed his pants down quickly, and his beautiful cock
sprung free.  Large, with a purplish head.  It looked angry.  It wanted me.
And I wanted it.



He pressed me down.  It was time to tell him how lucky he was.  He was in
for the ride of his life.



"Baby ..." I said.



"Hmmm?" he asked while he sucked on my earlobe.



"I want you to fuck me so hard.  Don't try to be gentle, or any of that, OK?
Just do what you want to me.  It'll be OK."



He stopped for a moment, and looked into my eyes to see if I was being
sincere.  "No shit?" he asked.



"Mmmm mmmm" I murmured.  "And one more thing ..."



"What?"



"Talk dirty to me.  Real dirty."



All he said was "Wow!"



Ah, my lover was soooo good to me.  I felt his cock push into me hard.  I
felt myself opening to accept him.  I felt him thrusting into my cunt, and
could feel my insides part to accommodate his beautiful, insistent cock.  I
could feel my internal muscles squeezing and pulling on his cock, coaxing
his wonderful come up from his balls.



I could feel his heart beating through his pulsing cock.  Or was that my
heart?  I couldn't tell.  But I knew I was loving this fucking.  And my baby
was like an animal.  Finally, I closed my eyes and pretended I was
blindfolded.  And that Zorro was pounding into me.  I was just reaching a
climax when Terry called me a sweet sweet fuck and that he wanted to fuck me
in every way possible.  That put me over the edge and I felt my orgasm wash
all over me.  When Terry came, I could feel it gush.  He must have come for
about a dozen spurts.  He laid on top of me ...  breathless ... spent.  Finally,
he withdrew his softening cock from me.



I smiled at him, kneeled down and sucked his cock clean.  I made sure I made
appreciative murmurs as I licked our juices off his sweet warm cock.  When I
sucked on it, I made sure he could hear me suck.  He began to get hard
again.



We fucked three more times that night.  He slapped my ass without prompting.
We're going out again next week.  After the fourth time, I remembered that I
hadn't gotten the condoms.  Oh well.


*Mary's Diary - November 24th*



I decided to tell ZardOz all about Terry and our fun-fuck.  Terry hooked up
my camera this morning before he went to work and Don finally got a look at
me.  When he asked me to undress, I did so without thinking twice.  I asked
him if he was masturbating and he said yes.  I told him to turn on his
camera too and to call me on the phone.  We watched each other masturbate.  Don
has a nice cock too.  He talked dirty to me, and I got off.  Hee hee.  I'm
going to meet him in Las Vegas next month.  I'm going to let him tie me up
and fuck me.  I can't wait.



Someday, maybe I'll find my Zorro too, and thank him.









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