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   Would Be Rapist by Rachael
   It's late and I'm walking home from my bus stop after work.  It's been
raining, but it's stopped now.  My shoes make a clicking sound and
everything is very quiet.  The sound echoes around the dark houses and
parked cars.
   A shadow steps out in front of me.  A dark shape, larger than I am with
a menacing growl, like an animal.  I'm afraid, surprised and I realize it's
not an animal or a ghost.  It's a man.  He grabs my coat and pulls me
forward, making me stumble and trip.  My hands were stuffed in my pockets
and they feel trapped there, the buttons on the cuffs caught in the crease
of the pockets.  I fall hard to my knees on the wet grass and only a neatly
trimmed shrub keeps me from falling completely over.
   He has his hands in my hair, grabbing a fistful and jerking my head
painfully back, exposing my throat.  I start to scream, panic fills my
lungs and is cut short by a meaty, calloused hand over my mouth.
   "Don't scream, Bitch...or yer fucking dead!" It was a whisper but it
seemed like the loudest voice I'd ever heard.  I could feel my heart
jumping and my body was shaking with fear.  My eyes were starting to fill
with hot tears and I could only nod to show my attacker that I understood.
   He shoved his hand inside my blouse, grabbing my bra and ripping it
free, tearing through the buttons of my shirt, exposing my young flesh in
one violent motion.  He grabbed my left tittie and squeezed it, twisted it
and I yelled into his hand, my eyes wide open.  He laughed and licked his
lips and I was crying, sobbing, begging him to stop.
   The man pushed me down onto my back with the hand over my mouth.  Hard.
I could feel my lips being bruised against my teeth.  I tried crawling
backwards, away from him but he grabbed my hair and pulled me, slapping my
face.  I tried to scream again and this time some sound escaped my bleeding
lips before a heavy fist stabbed into my stomach.  All the air whooshed out
of my body and I couldn't breath!  I doubled over in pain and rocked back
and forth sobbing silently.
   He undid his belt and made a noose through the buckle, slipping it
around my neck.  I couldn't move it hurt too much, I was too scared.  He
yanked the belt tight, lifting me off my butt and my hands clawed at the
thick leather tightening around my windpipe.  He lifted and I tried to get
to my knees, to my feet, anything to ease the pressure.  He was chuckling
and knocking my legs out from under me, kicking me.  He was so big and so
strong I was passing out, my mind shutting down without air.
   He dropped me at the last moment and I gasped deep painful breaths.  My
tummy ached and my neck was sore.  He undid his pants the rest of the way
and pulled my head up by my hair.  "Open up, Bitch!" He said and pushed his
dirty cock between my lips.  I was still in shock, too frightened, too hurt
to resist.  I just kept my mouth open and my eyes shut while he rammed his
cock into my mouth over and over again.  He pulled my head so tht my nose
was pressed to his stomach and his balls slapped my chin.  I was gagging
and I could feel the bile rising in my throat.  He was making a
"Agggg....Agggg....Agggg" sound with every thrust and the back of his cock
was slamming against the back of my throat.
   I started puking and I panicked as i couldn't clear an airway, I was
suffocating on his cock and my own spit and bile.  I brought my hands up,
pushing shoving, but he just slapped them away and then slapped my face,
hard once...Twice, knocking my mouth off his penis.  I was crying loudly
and begging him to stop, not to do this, I'd give him my money, my watch,
whatever.....I yelled again and this time he hit me in the nose with his
fist and I felt something crack.  I heard it in my skull and blood gushed
down my face, over my lips.
   It was hopeless.  No one was coming, no one cared.  This bastard was
going to rape me and probably kill me.  he didn't want money, he didn't
even want sex....He just wanted to hurt someone smaller than him.  Weaker
than him.  he wanted to hurt me because it made him feel like a man.  All
these thoughts rushed through my head and more.  He was standing above me
as I lay there, crying, torn and bloody.  I couldn't scream anymore, even
if I wanted to.  My body was on fire and my mouth filled with blood.  I
wouldn't even be able to run away from if I managed to get to my feet.
   I laid back, seemingly exhausted, not willing to fight anymore and this
seemed to anger him even more.  He moved so that he stood right over me,
holding his obscene "manhood" in his hands and stroking it.  He spit on me
and jabbed at my exposed breast with his dirty boot.  I brought my leg up
between his thighs as hard and as fast as I could.  It wasn't planned it
was desperation!
   My shin caught him square in the balls and I felt his pelvis bone crack
against my leg.  He stood there for a moment, frozen.  His hand stopped and
he looked at me real crazy.  I had the terrible thought that I'd only made
him madder, that maybe he couldn't be hurt.  Maybe he was some angry demon
come from hell and nothing I did would matter.  I was scrambling backwards
and he let out a bestial scream, a high pitched "Yaaaaaaahhhhhh" and he
moved forward stretching his arms towards me.  He was still so large, so
menacing I was on my hands and heels crawling backwards on the grass and
mud.  he got closer and I kicked him again, this time my foot smashing
solidly into his balls at the base of his cock.
   He screamed again and I heard dogs barking in the distance.  His hands
went to his balls and piss flowed from his limp cock staining his pants. 
He looked at me with hatred burning in his red eyes and he snarled and I
could hear words like "Bitch....Kill you....fucking whore..." But he'd
stopped moving towards me, he was leaning forward taking slow, shallow
breaths and looking at me through hooded eyes.  I should have run, I should
have screamed.  But I didn't.  I got to my feet and looked at him.  He
wasn't so big now.  Not quite so scary.  I said "Fuck you!" in a low voice
and I kicked him a third time, as hard as I've ever kicked anything in my
life.  I wanted to drive his balls into his fucking heart!  He fell to the
ground, pathetic little fucking bastard.  He crawled to the sidewalk,
trying to get away from me!  I was screaming at him then, kicking his body
and yelling.  I stood over him and stomped his cock and balls with my foot.
I smashed him with the hard flat heel of my shoe and I heard him groaning,
trying to move to protect himself.
   I brought my heel down again, smashing into his hands, into his groin.
This little shit wasn't going to hurt me!  He wasn't so big, he wasn't so
tough!  I moved his hands away from his crotch with my toes and put the
heel on his balls, I settled my weight on them slowly, letting all one
hundred and ten pounds balance on one foot on his balls.  I felt them give,
settling and smashing against the hard cold cement.  I twisted my foot
cruelly, and felt the liquid inside squishing beneath the pressure!  What a
little pussy!  I felt so strong, so alive!!  All that fear I'd felt, for
what??  This lump of shit??  It made me mad!!
   I lifted my foot and examined his balls by the dim light of a
streetlamp. My would be rapist was clutching fruitlessly at the bloody mess
between his legs and I had to slap his hands away.  His sack was flat and
the skin had split in several places, a large tear had formed at the base
of his penis and blood and testes and who knows what was spread out in a
disgusting stain.  I grabbed his limp dick in my hand and yanked it hard.
he moaned loudly and he tried to roll over.  I twisted his cock and tried
to rip it off but it wouldn't come.  I let it go and grabbed him by the
hair.  I slapped him until his glazed eyes opened.  "Thanks for the ride,
asshole" i said and then I spit in his face and slammed his head down
against the sidewalk.
   I walked the rest of the way home and sat down to write this.  Now I'm
gonna call 911.
   end
  
Would Be Rapist