The Cemetery
By Patience Bryce
Copyright June 1998

It was already so late, so dark, she paused at the gate and
decided to take the short cut through the cemetery.  If she
didn't allow herself to think about it, and hurried, she would be
just fine.

Walking quickly, among the dead and the lost souls, among the
moonless night, headstones barely visible in the fog She never
heard him, never had a chance against him.  He was on her,
tearing at her, as he forced her off the path.  Grabbing onto a
headstone to keep from being knocked to the ground she tried to
pull herself away from him.  It was ineffective.

When he spoke it was almost shocking, so soft spoken, but his
words were definite, didn't need a loud commanding voice to get
his point across.  It occurred to her that under other
circumstances the voice could be a pleasant one to listen to, but
the words he was saying...such vile things.  His mouth so close
to her ear, telling her, as he forced her over the headstone, how
very hard he was going to fuck her.  A hand forced her work
uniform up onto her back, the other hand tearing at her panties,
as he tells her how much of a slut she is and how good she feels
as he thrusts painfully and dryly into her.  The rough headstone
abrading her pelvis, his hands tangle in her hair pulling her
back holding her, forcing her back onto his hard cock.  His hand
reaches under her, rubbing her crudely, touching her most
intimate parts brutally.  Pre-cum eases his entry for a few
strokes, allowing him into her deeper, feeling his cocks head
against her cervix and bruising it.

Everything was happening so quickly, but the initial shock
wearing off.  She starts to protest, to beg him to stop.  He
laughs, and reaches around her and covers her mouth with his
hand, silencing all but some pathetic whimpering.  If you want
something to scream about, I shall grant it to you...he tells
her, and pulls his cock out of her cunt, aims it at her tightest
opening.  Rubbing it back and forth, up and down, pushing,
panting.  His excitement almost overwhelms him as he tries to
work himself into her tight ass.  Suddenly her flesh gives just
slightly, but enough for him, as he bears down hard onto her. 
She feels a deep burning within her, feeling as though her very
flesh is being split.  Agonizing pain like a bolt of lightening,
she almost wishes she were truly one with the night...with the
dead.  Her asshole being scraped coarsely by his pounding, he
leans over her, and sinks his teeth into the flesh of her back as
his cum pours into her raw ass.  She opens her mouth to scream
and feels his fingers in her mouth as she instinctively bites
down.  The metallic taste of his blood in her own mouth...yet he
doesn't utter a word...as he pulls his cock from her...slaps her
ass and pushes her to the ground, walking away from her.

Laying there trembling, bruised and shaken, fearing his return
she curls up into a fetal position on the soft damp earth, dirt
and twigs in her hair, willing herself to get back up and to get
OUT of the cemetery now.

Scrambling around in the dark thinking only to find her panties,
her shoes, and suddenly he is there at her again.  Grabbing her
hair once more, yanking her to her knees he leans against her,
pulling her face to his crotch.  Fighting back she tries to pull
away from him, but it only makes him more determined, forcing his
cock against her lips.  Her whimpers excite him as he overcomes
her resistance, pushes deeply into her wet mouth, gagging her. 
Her moans sends a vibration through his cock as he tells her to
suck it good, grinding into her throat, fucking her face over and
over again.  Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of her mouth and
pushes her onto her back, kneeling between her legs.  And that
voice, so soft but firm in his speech, telling her to look, he
knows how scared she is.  Alone in the dark with a rapist, her
rapist.  Reaching between her legs he probes her cunt, pushing
into her ...harshly...into her, not stopping, not caring and
hooking his fingers deep inside her.  Her legs quiver as he pokes
and prods against her g-spot.  Shockingly, unwillingly she is
coerced into an orgasm, furthering her shame and humiliation. 
Her rapist, a stranger doing what many men hadn't been able to do
for her.  Touching her so intimately as though he knew her body,
understood its needs, making her cum all over his fingers like a
slut, he murmurs to her.  He lies over her quivering body and
slides his cum covered fingers towards her mouth making her taste
herself.  Unexpectedly he kisses her cheek, feeling the wetness
from her silent tears, feeling her body beneath him racked with
silent sobs.  He licks her lips, tastes her.  Among the dead, she
feels confused by his latest actions, the warmth of him on her on
the middle of the cold cemetery.

He whispers to her, that he will be back, as she will be
back...hoping.praying that I finds you again...because you know I
have touched places in you that no person ever has...and will
never be capable of doing.  It will drive you back to me...again
...and again...







  
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