Perverts 'R' Us

Raping Rachel

By Old Boy ( M/g, nc )

Rachel awoke feeling most uncomfortable. Her head ached from the residue of the drug that had been slipped into her soft drink the previous evening. She remembered being at a small party at the restaurant in Jerusalem. Her parents had taken her to Israel in celebration of her graduation from junior high school. She would soon be 14 and entering high school as a freshman in the fall.

Her parents were so good to her. They had thrown a big party for her nearly two years ago when she turned 12 and celebrated her Bat Mitzvah, marking her recognition as a young adult. And now they had given her a trip to Israel. But something had gone terribly wrong. What was it?

Rachel remembered her parents being cautioned about going to a restaurant so close to the Arab section of East Jerusalem, but her father had scoffed at the warning. Americans were rarely concerned about possible dangers but the Israelis knew better. They knew that unwary people might be robbed, beaten up, even killed or kidnapped. Was that it? Had she been kidnapped?

As she blinked her eyes open and tried to clear the fog from her mind, she became aware that she was naked. Rachel tried to move, but she could not. She remembered the handsome young waiter at the restaurant bringing her a soft drink and looking deep into her eyes as she drank it. What was it about his eyes that seemed thrillingly dangerous? She remembered nothing after that.

Then she realized that her wrists and ankles were secured by a metal bar, her ankles at the outer ends of the bar and her wrists just inside. Thus she was bent over and her wrists were secured next to her ankles. Moreover, she was suspended in air by a wide leather belt fastened around her middle, and it in turn was attached to a chain running up to the ceiling.

Looking around her she was appalled to realize that she was in some sort of dungeon. Nearby there was a long metal brazier with a charcoal pit in one end, and there were hot red coals in the pit. She could feel the heat from the pit, which warmed the chamber to a comfortable level. Her eyes widened when she saw a pair of heavy tongs resting at the edge of the pit, and also two pokers. The business ends of these implements must be red hot.

Farther down on the brazier were a knife, clamps, two long iron needles and a cup filled with smaller needles. She wondered briefly what such things could be used for. Then it struck her. These were instruments of torture, and she was to be the victim. She imagined the hot tongs being used to grab and squeeze her pretty breasts, the hot pokers being run up her vagina and her ass, the clamps being used on her nipples and the needles being inserted into her breasts and maybe even into her clitoris, labia, and her butt. Rachel screamed.

"Ah, the pretty Jew bitch is awake. Good morning, young bitch. Did you sleep well?" a man's voice asked with mock solicitude. Turning her head slightly Rachel could see a man behind her, now standing up and approaching her. She realized that he was naked except for his head dress. It was a Palestinian Arab head dress. What would the man do to her? Would he torture her now?

"Please sir, don't hurt me. Perhaps you thought I was an Israeli girl, but I'm not. I'm an American." Rachel said. Surely the man would not dare to harm an American she thought. The man laughed at her.

"So, you think that you can buy your freedom by claiming to be an American? Tell me, is it not true that all Jews who are citizens of other nations are automatically granted Israeli citizenship as a birth right? Therefore you have dual citizenship, so you are an Israeli girl after all."

Rachel knew that this was so, although she had never considered it until now. The man came over to her and began running his hands over her bare body, touching her in places that he had no right to touch. Given her precarious situation she thought it better not to protest, but let him feel her up if he wanted to. Perhaps if she did not resist he might not torture her she hoped.

"You Israelis stole the lands of my fathers from us. You drove us off our own land, our own farms and orchards, and into barren refugee camps, leaving us to rot there." He emphasized the latter remark by pinching both of her nipples, making the girl wince with sudden pain. She did not want to cry out if she could avoid it. Her pinched nipples promptly stiffened up erectly.

The man chuckled as he discovered the now swollen stiff bits of flesh. He could get a better grip on them now and he did, pinching and pulling at her nipples, stretching her young breasts. Rachel screamed. She didn't want to but his harsh tugging at her tits hurt too much for her not to scream.

"Ah, so the pretty Jew bitch has sensitive breasts. That should be interesting when the red hot iron gets acquainted with your tit flesh." he said, laughing cruelly at the poor young girl. "I wonder what your roasted nipples will taste like? I will be careful not to overcook them." he said, pinching her nipples again to emphasize his point. Rachel screamed with dread as she considered the man eating the cooked nipples right off of her tortured breasts.

His hands moved between her legs then. She was presented to him in a most obscene fashion, bent over with her ass in the air and her private parts displayed to his gaze. He chuckled again as he examined her privates, his fingers invading her most disrespectfully. She felt his middle finger enter her vagina and probe it deeply.

"What's this? Our virginal looking little bitch is not a virgin after all. How disappointing. Tell me, do you like to fuck with men? Have you fucked a lot of men?" he said, pinching her down there. Rachel cried, deeply embarrassed at his discovery and his lewd conclusion.

"No sir, I don't fuck with men. I was raped two years ago. I have never had sex willingly." she said. He fingered her some more, assessing the condition of her vagina.

"Hmm. It seems to me that you are loose enough down here to have had more than one penis inside you. Ah, but perhaps you like to use dildos on yourself. Tell me, do you masturbate with a dildo and make yourself cum, little Jew bitch?" Rachel blushed deeply. The man had discovered her secret sin. Indeed she did have a dildo hidden away at home, and she used it frequently.

"That's my business." she blurted out bravely.

He laughed. "Ah, so I have guessed the truth. You are indeed a wanton slut who likes to play with herself and make herself cum. Tell me, how often do you do that? Every night?"

Rachel said "No! I only do it about once a week!" She blushed redly, having let that fact slip out.

"Ah, well if you admit to once a week, I would guess it's more like twice a week, isn't it?" The girl did not reply, which he took as confirmation of his statement. "You know when I was your age, I played with myself that often too. I suspect that most young teenagers do, boys and girls." Rachel took some small comfort in his admission, seeming to regard their common humanity. Still she knew that the man probably intended to rape her, and then torture her. Indeed he now found her erect clitoris and pinched it lightly, making her moan and writhe in her bonds. He teased her with his fingers and she couldn't help it, she lubricated and let down her juices.

"Ah, I see the young Jew bitch wants me to fuck her. Well then first you must suck my cock for me, so I am stiff enough to fuck you properly, little slut." he said. He presented himself before her, adjusting the chain so that the level of her mouth was even with his cock. She was bound bent over so that there was no avoiding his cock. She noticed that he was un-circumcised.

"On no, you must not fuck me, mister! You have not been circumcised! It would be a terrible sin for me to allow an un-circumcised man to take me!"

The Arab man laughed at her. "My, my, of all things. You don't mind being fucked as long as it is by a man who is circumcised. Suppose I go out and find some old bum who has been circumcised and have him fuck you instead. Will that meet with your approval, little slut?"

Rachel cried. She didn't know what to say to that suggestion. "Please sir, I don't want to be fucked by anybody." she pleaded with him.

"Ah, but that is not what your vagina is telling me, pretty Jew slut. I think you will just have to make up your mind that my penis is going to be the next one to visit your vagina. Now get busy and take me in your mouth and suck me up harder. If you do a good job I might even let you live. How would you like that? To be allowed to live and have a longer life?"

Rachel felt that the man was just playing with her. He would rape her and then torture her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. But just in case he might be telling the truth she had better do what he said. So she took his penis into her mouth and began to suck on it.

It didn't taste very good at first, kind of sour and smelly. But after a few sucks it began to taste better. The girl was intrigued to have an actual man's penis in her mouth, and soon she began to enjoy what she was doing, sucking at it as though it was her favorite hard candy.

"Oh, by Allah, that is about the best blowjob I have ever had!" he exclaimed. But he pulled away from her then. "Ah, perhaps this clever slut figures that if she gets me to cum in her mouth I will not fuck her cunt, yes?"

"No sir, that is not what I was doing. I like the taste of your cock. I would like to suck it some more." she said plaintively, without considering what she was saying. Rachel blushed redly as she realized what she had just admitted. The Arab man laughed, but he seemed to be pleased with her outburst.

"Well now, I have never had a Jew bitch admit that to me before, and I have raped many Jew bitches in my time. We shall have to see what we can do about granting you your wish. But first I intend to shove my cock up your cunt and fuck the shit out of you, little Jew bitch!"

With that the man got behind her and without further ado, he shoved his big, erect, un-circumcised cock deep into her vagina, which turned out to be just deep enough to take him in to his balls. Rachel screamed at the sudden abrupt penetration filling her up. Her young sheath was very snug around his imbedded cock. He was delighted for the girl's vagina fit him like a glove.

"Well, well, what do you know? You fit me just right. In fact I have never known any cunt to fit me as well as yours does. Do you suppose that means we are meant for each other, little Jew?" He laughed at his own little joke. But then he got down to business, and his business was, as he had said, fucking the shit out of her!

The hard Arab man thrust in and out of her stretched hole as hard as he could, using his cock to punish the little Jewess. It hurt a lot and Rachel screamed her head off, begging him to stop. But he would not stop. At that moment she represented all the Jews who had dispossessed his people, and he would punish her for that. He would pound her cunt to a pulp with his stiff penis.

Ah, but human flesh is not made for that. All too soon to suit him he found himself ejaculating into the girl's receptive wet vagina, filling her with his man-seed, his cum. Little swimmers got very busy searching for a waiting egg inside her uterus. And one of them succeeded!

The Arab man rested, spent, as his softening cock slipped out of her wet dribbling cunt. Cum slid down the girl's inner thighs. Rachel was crying from the pounding rape she had received from him. He had raped her harshly but wonder of wonders, she had cum at the end with him. He realized it too. This was one very orgasmic girl.

His attitude towards the girl softened then as he realized how much she had pleased him. He would want to fuck this one again. All thought of using the red hot irons on her flesh evaporated, at least for the moment. But perhaps later he would decide to torture the Jew girl. She would not be the first to feel the red hot iron searing her flesh at his hands.

"Well now, that was rather nice. Here, you said you wanted to suck my cock some more. You may do so now, little Jew." With that he presented his cum-sticky cock to her face. Rachel managed to quit sobbing and shedding tears. She figured she had better accept his cock back into her mouth if she didn't want to anger him.

The pretty girl found his penis was all sticky with cum, and it was quite soft at first. She licked him off and swallowed his cum like a good little whore would, and that seemed to please him. Then she began sucking at the rising cock as it began to fill her mouth once more. She looked up at the man as she worked on his cock and he smiled down at her, stroking her hair almost affectionately. It was hard to stay mad at a girl who sucked cock as eagerly as this one did.

This time he let her continue until she had sucked him off. He came in her mouth then and Rachel anticipated him, swallowing the cum he fed her as though her life depended on it. Perhaps it really did. In any case, his cum satisfied her thirst and hunger to some extent. Cum is a nutritious food, in sufficient quantities. "Perhaps he might have several friends who might feed me some more cum," she thought. "No, that is a crazy idea," she thought again.

Rachel was a little surprised when the man decided to release her from her bonds. She straightened up slowly and rubbed the soreness out of her wrists and ankles. He even helped her do that. He allowed her to relieve herself in a bucket with a cover. She felt funny peeing and pooping as the man watched her go, but she wasn't going to complain about it.

Then he gave her some food and water too. She thought about asking him about her clothes, which were nowhere to be seen. But she didn't want to anger him, so she remained naked with him, letting him fondle her body as he pleased. He clearly enjoyed playing with her firm, young tits and her pussy.

"You told me you were raped a couple of years ago when you were still very young. Tell me about that, will you?" he said as he caressed her, wanting to know more about this surprising girl.

Rachel cleared her throat. She was about to share something with this Arab man who had just raped her that she had never told another soul. "I was 11 at the time and preparing for my Bat Mitzvah. That's a ceremony for Jewish girls when they turn 12, recognizing them as young adults. I was sent to an old Rabbi after school for several days to help me prepare myself."

"Rabbi Goldfarb was old, maybe 50, I think, and his wife had died some years before. Right away I noticed that he liked to peek up under my skirt as I sat across from him. I was surprised at that and just to be sure, I spread my legs wider. Sure enough, his eyes zeroed in on the crotch of my panties. He told me that I had very pretty legs and that it was a shame they had to be covered so much of the time. "

"Well I said I could take off my skirt if he would like to see my legs better, and of course he said he would like that. So I did. Then he wanted me to take off my blouse too, and I did, leaving me in my panties and training bra. Rabbi Goldfarb said I was getting to be a big girl, as it was clear I already had some nice little titties in my training bra. Before long he had got me to take off my bra too."

"The old rabbi admired my titties, remarking about how puffy and large the pink areolas around my perky nipples were. At that time my titties consisted about half of puffed out areolas and nipples with not much breast flesh backing them up. Soon he had me sitting on his lap in just my panties while he played with my titties. I couldn't believe how stiff he got my little nipples."

As Rachel told the Arab man her story, he wound up playing with her tits too. She still had breasts with prominent areolas and nipples, much larger that most girls did. The man toyed with her tits and Rachel was getting turned on again, her vagina beginning to let down more juices. She could see where this was going but she didn't mind now. Maybe he would be gentler the next time he fucked her.

Continuing her story Rachel said, "Rabbi Goldfarb rubbed me between my legs and he noticed that my panty crotch was getting wet. So he suggested that I take off my panties so they wouldn't get too wet to wear. So I did. Then he remarked at what a cute, hairless little pussy I had, and he wanted to examine it. Well he did, and his fingers mapped me out as thoroughly as a blind man reading a Braille contract."

By now the Arab man had two fingers up inside the girl's wet vagina, wriggling them around inside her body. She couldn't help writhing around on his lap in response, aware that his penis had risen up hard between her legs. Rachel said, "Suddenly Rabbi Goldfarb shoved his middle finger up all the way in my little vagina and something broke inside there. I cried out and he held me and comforted me, saying he was sorry if he hurt me. But he had a way to make it better."

"He said he would poke his special wand up inside me and coat the hurt with soothing balm and then it would feel much better. He kept his special wand inside his pants, so he took them off. I was smart enough to know it was his penis. A boy had once showed me his penis and let me touch it a little, so I knew what it was."

"But I pretended that I did not, and I asked the rabbi if I might rub his magic wand for him. He nearly choked when I asked him that, but he let me do it. His penis got very big and stiff as I played with it and I said, Oh look how big your magic wand is growing, Rabbi!"

"At that point he said he must stick it into me quickly before the soothing balm came shooting out of it. So he poked it into my sore vagina, stretching me and hurting me a little as he shoved it in as far as it would go. He let me get used to the fullness inside me a little bit, and then he began bouncing me up and down on his magic wand as I sat on his lap with it inside me."

"Before long the old rabbi cried out as though something was hurting him, and then I felt the warm soothing balm coating me inside where I was sore. He kept bouncing me up and down on his lap a little more until his magic wand began to shrink, and then it came out of me. He helped me clean up the excess balm with some toilet tissue."

"Then he kissed me and told me what a very good student I was. He kept me coming back to his house for several days for more lessons, and every time he was nice enough to give me more of his magic balm. Sometimes he asked me to jump rope naked for him so he could watch my young titties jiggle on my chest. They weren't big enough to have much bounce to them, but he liked the way my nipples jiggled. He said they were winking at him. Then he would kiss and lick them and suck at my little titties. I liked that too."

"One day he played with me more than usual and got the little tickle bump between my legs to stiffen up, and that's when I discovered that girls can have orgasms. He showed me how to play with myself so I could do it when I was alone. I really liked that, but he told me it must remain a secret between us."

"But then some other girl accused Rabbi Goldfarb of doing some things with her that he wasn't supposed to do with little girls. My parents heard about it and they wouldn't allow me to take any more lessons from him."

"Later I learned that the old rabbi got sent to prison. I thought that was a shame, because he taught me a lot of useful things about magic wands. After my Bat Mitzvah when I was 12, I found other men and boys who wanted to use their magic wands on me. I always said 'no' like a good girl should, but then when they said 'please', I let them."

"You asked me earlier if I liked to fuck with men and I said no, but men had raped me. Because I always said 'no' when they first asked me, I figure it must have been rape, don't you think so?" By way of reply, the Arab man lifted the pretty girl up and set her down on his raging hard cock, slipping it up inside her vagina nicely.

"Ohh!" she cried out in surprise as he began bouncing her up and down on his lap. "Help me, I'm being raped!" she cried out, grinning at him. They laughed together. And then they fucked together, caught up in lust for each other. The Arab man brought her to two orgasms before he came too. What a sweet fuck this girl was, he thought.

For some strange reason he felt drawn to the girl as though she were an Arab girl instead of a Jew. "What is your name, pretty girl?" he asked pleasantly, still stroking her long dark hair.

"My name is Rachel, sir." she replied quietly.

He thought for a moment. "Rasha. You shall be Rasha from now on. It is an Arabic girl's name but it sounds similar to your Jewish name."

Rachel/Rasha was surprised that the man would give her an Arabic name. Did it mean that he intended to spare her and not torture her? She could only hope so. "May I ask what Rasha means, sir?" she asked respectfully.

"It means young gazelle, a beautiful young animal. I think it rather suits you, girl. Oh, and you may call me Ibrahim." he said.

Rasha/Rachel was delighted that he was introducing himself to her. Surely it must mean that he meant to spare her from torture. "I know that name. Ibrahim means Abraham to us Jews, the father of both our peoples, yours and mine."

"Yes I suppose it does, although I had not thought of it that way. There is so much hatred between our peoples that we sometimes forget that we are of the same patriarchal father."

"May I tell you something, Ibrahim?" Rasha asked.

"Yes, what is it?"

"I am at that time of month when I might get pregnant. It may well be that you have just planted a baby in my belly." she said.

Ibrahim hardly knew what to say to that. As he considered it he decided that he would not mind having a child by this girl, Jew or not. Indeed if the Arabs impregnated all of the Israeli girls instead of blowing them up or torturing them to death, it would be one way of getting back the lands that had been stolen by the Jews, having a mixed Arab and Jewish population inhabiting the land.

As he considered the idea Ibrahim smiled to himself. Yes, instead of sending young suicide bombers into Israel to kill people, he would send them in to rape as many girls as possible. He would tell them that it was Allah's will for them, and the young men would no doubt be quite happy to make war on the Jews that way, rather than committing suicide.

Ibrahim was a most influential leader and he was able to prevail on many of his followers and other associates to change tactics of the war against Israel. In the months that followed, there was a marked decline in suicide bombings and a huge increase in the numbers of girls being raped in Israel. Many babies would be born that otherwise would never have existed. And so it was that a peace of sorts finally came to the Middle East, and all because of one young Jewish girl who had been knocked up by the most influential Arab terrorist leader.

As for Rasha, she became a member of Ibrahim's harem, leading a life of solitude with his other wives and concubines. The others took awhile to accept her, but she learned Arabic quickly and soon was accepted by the other young women.

Nine months later she delivered a baby girl to her master, and he was very pleased with his baby daughter. Whenever Rasha thought about her former life she remembered how close she had come to being tortured to death. Then she rejoiced in the new life she had with her master and his other women, and all their children.