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Raping Amy (MF, nc, college)
by: Wiley06


***



	During my second year of college I moved into a
 group living situation, much like a dorm, but without
 big brother looking over your shoulder all the time.
 Well, after about a month, one of the girls there
 caught my eye.  It was a co-ed place, so there was a
 lot of fucking going on, where everyone seeming to be
 fucking everyone else, hooking up, breaking up, and all
 that, playing the game for all it was worth.  I hadn't
 gotten involved in any of that yet, both from a lack of
 attractive possibilities as well as I wanted to take
 the lay of the land before I dived in.


	Well, this girl, Amy was her name, stood out.
 There were other girls who were better looking, sexier,
 hotter, hell, a lot more friendly, but Amy had some-
 thing which made me want her more than any other chick
 there.  

	I figure it was the haughtiness, the aloofness,
 the sheer arogance which only I was able to see radiat-
 ing from her.  She walked like she was above it all,
 striding across the common areas like a fucking queen,
 her shoulders back in perfect posture, her sweet little
 tits jutting out provocatively, her blond, frizzy hair
 bunched in a bun on top of her head, her face angular,
 her nose jutting forward, her lips pinched inward as if
 in permanent disapproval.  She was five foot seven, had
 hips slender like a boy's, an ass firm and round, and
 perfect ivory skin.

	I tell you, when ever I saw her my sight blurred
 with lust and hate--I so much wanted to take the bitch
 down a peg, tear that prissy white princess from her
 pedastal and make her squirm under my pounding cock.  

	I got hard just looking at her, she was that
 much under my skin.  I figure she knew it too, although
 I kept it to myself, because I would catch her looking
 at me, her thin lips pinched into a slight frown of
 protestant disdain.  


	It had been six weeks since I had moved in, and
 I was still not part of the game, although I made sure
 I flirted and hung enough with the principles to keep
 close in case I wanted in, when I found myself across
 the table from my ice princess, Amy, she who, even
 though she didn't put out, didn't flirt, never smiled,
 seemed to be able to hang with whomever she wanted.  I
 think she glanced at me once, a glance which said
 "you're nothing" so much better than words could have,
 before talking with everyone else there--listening, I
 should say, she rarely spoke.

	My blood was boiling, but I tried to act normal-
 ly.  Hell, all I could think of was taking that bitch
 and reaming her out, picturing her on her knees, my
 cock buried to the hilt in her throat, of her screaming
 as my cock split her tight ass, her body arching in
 pain as I brutalized her, of her squirming helplessly
 under me as I rode her cunt to completion, her whimper-
 ing cries music to my ears.  

	I was in a fog the whole time, barely myself,
 each one of my club-footed responses to the conver-
 sation whirling about me earning me another look of
 contempt from Amy, sweet, hot, fucking Amy.  Once or
 twice she even went after me over something, but never
 obvously.  It was like she was purposefully jacking me
 up, pissing me off, setting me on edge.  A couple of
 times it was all I could do to keep from lunging across
 the table and throwing that bitch to the floor right
 there.

	Over the next couple of weeks it was like she
 was my fucking shadow. She always seemed to be in what-
 ever conversation I was in, jacking me up, cutting me
 off, jabbing me with a well placed word.  Once or twice
 I even got into it with her, telling her to go straight
 to hell.  But she kept coming back, as if she was pur-
 posefully seeking me out--most people, after I tell
 them to stay the hell away, stay away; she didn't.  

	I tell you, the bitch had me so worked up I was-
 n't thinking straight.  All I could see when I closed
 my eyes was her sneering face.  I fantasized about
 wiping that sneer from her face, about making her beg
 and plead as I tore at that hot little body she kept
 from everyone.  It was all I could think about, what I
 wanted to do to that bitch, how I would do it.  God, it
 was eating me up.

	One evening, after she had spent most of it
 fucking with me, I decided to do something about it.
 The bitch was too far under my skin.  I waited until
 about one a.m., until the place had quieted down a bit.
 Then I simply went over to her room and knocked on the
 door.

	The cunt opened the door a crack, which I pushed
 open all the way, knocking her back a step, confusion
 and anger mingling on that pure white face.  In that
 instant, as I shut the door to  her room behind me, the
 words, "What the..." fading in the air, I saw every-
 thing around me:  hot, bitchy Amy, wearing button-fly
 jeans tight around her waist loose around her firm
 apple of an ass; Amy, her tits thrusting out against a
 plain white v-neck; Amy's books on her desk, her desk
 against the wall of her small room--she had been study-
 ing, her feet bare; Amy's bed, perfectly made, to my
 right, her left, in front of me; Amy's closet, closed,
 the light overhead dim, shadows from the light on her
 desk filling the room; her hair, blonde, kinky, fanning
 across the back of her head, tied in a loose pony-tail
 near her neck.

	I stepped forward, my hand reaching around her
 neck, my other hand reaching around her back, pulling
 the bitch toward me even as she cried out, I forcefully
 scrushed her hips against mine, crushing her lips
 against mine as I grimaced, those soft, pink lips part-
 ing as she gasped in surprise and panic, my tongue
 snaking out into that warm, wet cavity of her mouth,
 sending chills down my spine as I tasted her gasping,
 struggling form, holding her there for long seconds as
 she squirmed in my grasp, feeling smaller, thinner,
 stronger than I had expected, pushing away from me,
 gasping, her blue eyes bright and wide in shock, her
 chest heaving as she panted. 

	She looked wild, beautiful, hot, like a trapped
 animal waiting for the slaughter.

	"All you have to do is scream," I said, my
 shoulders hunched, my eyes lidded, my breath coming in
 ragged gasps, speaking my thoughts, knowing that she
 knew that a scream, a yell, would bring people to her
 door, would bring people who would stop me, stop me
 from doing what we both knew I was going to do.

	"Get out," she said, her eyes hardening, her
 back straightening, her hair flying behind her as she
 jerked her head back, her arm pointing forcefully
 toward the door.  She didn't scream.  I stepped forward
 suddenly, swinging my left arm hard, up and across her
 face, the retort of flesh against flesh sharp in the
 small space of her room, the force of the blow stagger-
 ing her, her head falling to her chest, her hands
 coming up to ward me off as she slumped to the ground,
 leaning against the side of her bed, her legs folded
 under her.

	I stepped close to her, towering over her, over
 Amy, over that hot, snotty bitch who had tormented me
 so much.  My blood was boiling, surging, my head pound-
 ing, my sight locked on Amy, as she turned her head up
 to look at me, her bright blue eyes filled with fear,
 her delicate white hand against the side of her face
 where I had slapped her, her neck smooth and white to
 my eyes, her pale lips glistening, slightly parted as
 she gazed up at me.  She still didn't scream.

	I reached down, a feeling of power and lust
 rushing through me as I felt her hair twine about my
 fingers, and jerked the bitch to her feet, pulling her
 head back savagely to taste her hot mouth, her hands
 pushing against my shoulders exciting me as I gripped
 her ass through her jeans, her buttocks firm and tight
 and hard as I pressed her slender body against mine,
 feeling the softness of her tits against my chest, the
 hot wetness of her mouth as I ran my tongue inside it,
 tasting her breath, her panting, grunting gasps as she
 struggled against my grasp.

	My whole body was tingling as I threw the bitch
 onto the bed, watching as she collapsed onto her back,
 one leg dangling off the bed, watching as she began to
 sit up, her eyes wide with fear and hate, glistening
 with them, her hair wild about her face, her lips
 pulled back into a sneer.  I put one knee on the bed
 and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her back down
 onto her back, loving the way her face twisted in pain,
 loving the way she whimpered as I put my face inches
 from hers, my other hand pressing against her stomach,
 firm, flat, heaving up and down as she sucked in breath
 after panicked breath through her nostrils.

	"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," I hissed.  She
 whimpered.  It was all I had to say, all I needed to
 say as I stared into those big blue frightened eyes,
 waiting for the scream which didn't come, my hand
 tearing down, popping the buttons on her jeans open
 even as I kissed her brutally, my head swimming with
 power and lust as I ground my teeth against hers, her
 whimpering, squirming body delicious beneath my hands.
 I held the kiss for a long time, my hand digging its
 way to her groin, past the scratchy curls of her pubic
 hair, my fingers digging at the soft flesh of her
 labia.

	I broke my kiss, leaving Amy gasping, and said
 "Slut," my middle finger sunk deep in her slick cunt,
 my hand mashing down her clit as her thighs squirmed
 weakly and her hips gyrated, trying to expel my finger
 from her sweating, drooling snatch.  She turned her
 head away, her teeth pulling on her lower lip as I
 dragged my finger slowly from her box, dragging across
 her swollen clit, making the slut's hips buck up un-
 controllably, a hiccup making her slender body spasm as
 I grapped either side of her jeans and panties at the
 hips and dragged them down to her thighs, her firm,
 silky smooth, milk white thighs, muscles bulging and
 sliding under her skin as she kicked against me weakly.

	I flipped her over bodily, not able to wait, my
 blood racing through my ears as I thought about raping
 Amy, hot, sweet, beautiful fucking Amy, her ass so
 round and firm, her cunt drooling for my cock. I
 dragged  her until she was on her knees, her torso
 laying across the bed, her head turned so I could see
 that gorgeous profile, that haughty, stubborn profile,
 with her hair hanging in front of her face while I un-
 did my belt and freed my cock, swollen and throbbing
 as I leaned into Amy, sweet Amy.

	"Please, don't, don't," she begged, but she
 didn't scream.  She didn't scream.

	I grinned a death's head grin, pulling her head
 back viscously by her hair. "Shut up, cunt.  You want
 this, slut.  Now take it."  I reached down and guided
 my cock between her straining, milk white thighs, even
 as she bucked and squirmed against my grasp, trying to
 squirm away from my cock, my cock which I drove deep
 into her slippery, smooth, hot, grasping cunt with one
 stroke.

	"Ahh..." she gasped, her back arched unnaturally
 by my hand in her hair. "Oh god oh god no," she whis-
 pered, and I could have sworn the cunt came even as I
 pulled out of her spasming cunt and slammed my cock
 back into her womb, the feel of her ass squirming and
 working against my groin, the way she gasped as I drove
 deep into her, the feel of my cock buried in that silky
 smooth wet grasping cavern of a cunt, sucking on my
 cock like a living thing, stunned my mind, sent plea-
 sure spiraling higher and higher through my body as I
 fucked Amy, Amy the slut coming on my cock.

	Again and again I slammed into her, her ass-
 cheeks quirvering beneath the blows from my hips, her
 hands clawing as the sheets as I pressed her face hard
 against the bed, her breath coming in short gasps as I
 fucked her.

	"Bitch.  Cunt.  Whore.  Slut" I chanted with
 each stroke, quickly, too quickly building to orgasm,
 my whole body held rigid as I spasmed deep inside of
 her, my hands gripping her hair harder and harder
 until she cried out from pain even as her body shud-
 dered again as the slut came, my hot spew spitting deep
 up into her slut belly, my hot Amy coming on the end of
 my cock as I filled her full of seed.

	I held my cock inside her, still shuddering from
 the magnitude of it. I had raped Amy, and Amy had loved
 it.  She was a slut, a no good fucking whore, my bitch
 Amy.  She was making sobbing sounds, and I reveled in
 them.  I had shown the cunt, had shown her what she was
 good for; I had given the bitch her medicine, and she
 had gulped it down like the slut she truly was.

	I pulled my cock from her drenched hole, wincing
 at its sensitivity. Looking down at her there, laying
 with her white ass exposed, her cunt swollen and gap-
 ing, her head turned sideways and pressed into the bed,
 I wanted her again.  I wanted to keep her and fuck her
 and use her slut body forever.

	"Please go," she gasped out between her sobbing
 gasps, and I couldn't help but grin.  Amy, haughty Amy
 was begging me to leave.  I didn't think I would. I
 whipped my belt off and leaned over her to grab her
 wrists.  "What are you doing, what are you doing," she
 cried as she struggled as I bound her wrists behind her
 with my belt.

	"Shut up, bitch," I snarled, slapping the back
 of her head when her hands threatened to escape the
 binding, until I was sure she couldn't get loose with-
 out some work.  "You and me, bitch, we're not finished,
 not by a longshot."  I leaned over her prone body so I
 could talk directly into her ear, seeing her flinch
 away from me exciting me as much as seeing her bound
 before me did.

	I rolled her over and laid her flat on her back
 on the bed, climbing so that I was straddling her hips,
 staring down into that pretty, no longer so arrogant
 face of hers.  "Please, no more," she begged, "no more. 
You've already raped me, just go.  I won't tell anyone."  I let the bitch
finish her begging.  "AHH!" she yelped as the retort of my palm across her
face echoed about the room.  "AHH!" again as I slapped her again, hard,
jerking her head from side to side.

	"Bitch.  You come like a whore and you tell me no more?  Fucking
goddamned slut.  Tell me you came, slut.  Tell me!"

	"No...no..."  I started slapping her, my palms stinging from each blow as
her body jerked under mine, her hips twisting, her head jerking back and
forth as I rocked her head with my blows.

	"Tell me!  Tell my you got off!"

	"Okay!  Okay!" she practically yelled, and I stopped slapping her, her
white complexion now pink, her breath coming in gasps.  "I liked it,"
she whispered.

	"What?"

	"I liked it," she said, her faced turned away from mine.

	I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me.  "You liked what, Amy?"

	"I...I...oh god...I liked you raping me."  The sight of those words
coming from those pale thin lips was almost too much for me.  I felt my
cock throb even in its soft state and red blur my vision, my hand squeezing
her cheeks until she gasped in pain.

	I stood, watching her as she lay there, motionless, her head turned away
from me, defeated, her chest, thrust forward by her arms bound behind her
back, rising and falling provocatively as she breathed.  I shed my clothes,
all of them, before climbing back onto the bed.  She didn't move, didn't
react as I slid my hands up her shirt, feeling her shudder slightly as my
hands ran over her hot flesh.  I didn't care.  She was mine.  She admitted
it.  I had every thing I wanted right under my hands.

	"Let's take a look at your tits," I said, sliding her shirt up until
it bunched at her chin, exposing her thin, hard stomach, a smooth expanse
of creamy white flesh leading up to her bra, hiding the two soft mounds of
her jutting tit-meat.  I reached around her and undid her bra, pushing that
up against her chin also.  She refused to look at me as I squeezed
those perfectly hand-sized mounds of flesh topped by two hard pink nipples.

	"Nice tits, slut.  Nice," I purred as I kneaded her mounds, feeling the
warm flesh of her stomach massaging my balls as I worked her tits.  "Let's
see everything, slut," I said, sliding down her body and sliding her jeans
and panties from her unresisting legs.  I kneeled over the bitch, staring
down at her gorgeous white flesh, drinking in the sight of her nearly naked
body, from her shapely feet, her strong, thin thighs, the slight bulge of
her mound, sparsly covered with dark blonde hairs, her narrow, boyish hips,
her flat, even narrower stomach, her small, perky tits, her pink, hard
nipples, her supple neck, to her bright blue eyes.

	I covered her body with mine, taking one of those perfect nipples between
my lips and sucking it as deep as I could into my mouth, the feel of her
silky smooth skin against mine filling my cock with blood, hardening me as
I ran my tongue and my teeth across her nipple, drawing soft whimpering
sounds from her mouth as I switched from one breast to another until I was
fully hard, and until I felt her body squirming ever so slightly beneath
mine, her hips writhing in obvious need against my stomach.

	I mounted her, nestling my cock against her swollen labia, bending my head
so that I was looking at her turned aside face, her eyes tightly closed,
an intense expression on her face.  I rubbed my cock against her labia,
grinning as I felt her shift her hips slightly, uncontrollably, toward my
cock, aching for it, aching to be fucked.  I shifted my position above her
until I held her tits in my hands, and began to squeeze, watching her face
as the pain began to hit her.

	"Ahhh...god.  Stop.  Stop.  Don't hurt me," she whimpered, arching her
back in her pain, her eyes open and pleading to mine as I twisted the
pliable flesh of her tits, my fingers gouging them brutally even as I slid
the tip of my cock into her sopping cunt-hole.

	"Tell me what a slut you are," I demanded.

	"Oh god," she turned her face away from me, "I'm a slut.  I'm a slut."

	"Look at me slut!" I commanded, twisting her precious tit-flesh hard,
making her moan and arch up against me, her hips even then humping against
the tip of my cock.

	She looked at me, her eyes wide open, her hair streaked across her face,
her lips moist and open.  "I'm a slut, a fucking slut," she whispered.

	"Louder!"

	"I"M A SLUT!" she gasped out as I gouged at her tits and slammed my rock
hard cock deep into her belly, her hips grinding against mine as I buried
my cock in her grasping, tight, sloppy cunt.

	"You love having my cock in your slutty belly.  Say it," I said.

	"Uh, uh, I love...I love having your...your cock in my slutty belly,"
she said, staring straight into my eyes, her eyes filled with humiliation
and shining with lust, her body shaking as I made her degrade herself
beneath me.

	"You're a whore, a dirty, slutty whore."

	"I'm a whore, a dirty, slutty whore."

	"You want cock, you need cock to feed your slutty, whorish cunt.  You're
a cock-loving bitch with a greedy cunt."

	"Uh uh," she grunted as I ground my cock deep in her belly, reveling in
the power I had over her, the sensations of her body writhing and shaking
beneath mine making me tingle all over as I used her for the second time, a
time I was going to make it last.  I took my hands from her tits and put
them beside her head.  "I wa...want co...cock," she stuttered, "uh
Ina...need...uh...cock to...to feed my slutty, whorish cunt," her back
arching as I withdrew my cock and slammed it home in her belly.  "I'm a
cock-loving bitch with a greedy cunt," she finished, her eyes locked on
mine, her face amask of lust and hate and humiliation as I raped her,
sweat breaking out onher body, easing my movement atop her.

	"Keep it up, whore," I said, grinning down at her.

	"Oh god," she closed her eyes, only to open them again, "oh god...fuck
me...fu...fuck me like...like the sl...slut I am.  Uh uh my god my god I'm
a whore, a dirty whore.  Ra...ra...rape me, rape me, rape me," she grunted
in time to my thrusts.  "Hu...hu...hurt ma...ma...me oh god please oh god
I'm a slut oh god," her eyes shut and her face twisted and her body arched
and shook beneath me as I ground my hips against hers, stirring my cock in
thep it of her cunt, "oh god I'm comming comming slut slut whore coming oh
god, "she said over and over, her body collapsing beneath me, panting as
she turned her head away.

	I let her lay like that for a minute, still working my cock in Amy,
sweet, slutty Amy's cunt, before lifting myself up on one elbow and
back handing her violently across the face, making her body go rigid in
shock and pain as her eyes stared up at me in fear.  "Who said you could
stop, cunt?" 

	She stared at me for long seconds, a gasp escaping her as I dragged my
cock across her swollen clit.  Then she said, softly, "Don't stop.  Don't
stop fucking your slutty cunt.  Don't stop raping me, don't stop using me
as your fuck hole, don't stop hurting your fuck hole," she finished with a
whine as It wisted her tit hard, making her squirm beneath me.

	I rode her for long minutes, watching her face, her eyes, as her lips
spewed filth, spewed humiliation and degredation, begging me to rape her,
to hurther, to beat her, but  most of all to use her over and over again. 
It was incredible, snotty, arrogant Amy debasing herself, humilating
herself, beneath me, squealing out as she came, her thighs pulled to my
sides, squeezing my hips as she bucked in orgasm for a third time this
evening, and still I didn't stop, still I kept fucking and kept demanding
her soft, silky voice spew profanities as I fucked her slowly and
methodically, feeling my come build up ever so slowly from deep within my
belly, the writhing and shaking of her soft flesh driving me higher and
higher in lust until I grunted and buried my head in her neck, biting and
sucking as I came deep within her even as her ankles locked behind my ass
and she bucked beneath me, gasping and panting "I'm coming I'm coming
coming oh god oh god coming cunt's coming" into my ear over and over as my
guts seemed to be pulled out from my cock as I spewed deep inside Amy,
sweet Amy.

	"You're mine," I said as I lay on top of her limp body.  "You're
mine, whenever I want, wherever I want.  Mine."  I wanted her to hear it,
because it that was how it was going to be.  Amy, cold, distant Amy, was
going to be mine whenever and wherever I wanted her.

	I stood unsteadily on my feet and dragged the bitch by her hair until she
was kneeling before me, my semi-hard cock weaving in front of her face,
covered with her come and mine.  "Clean it, slut."  Simple, direct.  She
glanced at me from behind heavily lidded eyes, and opened that sharp, soft
mouth and took my cock inside it, making me wince as she took the softening
member all the way into her mouth, sucking hard on it, cleaning it with her
tongue as she pulled her head away, finished by cleaning my balls with her
tongue. Just standing there, watching Amy on her knees, cleaning my cock
with that small pink tongue of hers made me want to take her again,
brutally, visciously, but that could wait.  I pushed her away from me and
put on my clothes.

"Remember," I said, "whenever and wherever I want."  Then I left.
