The following story is a work of fiction.  This story is intended for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY.  
Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and contains non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, please STOP READING NOW.

I do not condone any of the activities below; they are purely fictional and have no basis in reality.  Rapists deserve the hardest penalty we can come up with, fair or not.

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PartyGirl (MF anal rp, impr)
By Egress

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   The bunch of baloons was in place, the cake delivery guy had come and gone, and I had put in the order for the pizza.  Now all we needed was the guests.
   I looked at my watch, which almost covered by the bangles I keep on my wrists at parties; give a crying kid a bangle and the world is all sunshine.  Spoiled brats...  Speaking of which, the kids would be arriving any time now.
   My boss scowled at me from the office.  I work at Klaus' Kinder-Land, a birthday party factory.  Klaus had given me a reaming out after I slapped a customer's brother last week.  I had been hit on by this guy constantly for an hour and a half, and when he tried to "kiss me goodbye" I gave him a good one right across the face.
   Klaus would have fired me if I wasn't the best worker he's got.  Good thing too; I need the job to help Mom make ends meet.
   Once the party was going along, it mostly ran by itself.  I welcomed the guests, let the kids run around, and did the final prep for food when Bob the pizza guy arrived.
   Klaus poked his head in.  "You thinking about walloping anyone today?"
   I grimaced at him.  "The guy deserved it."
   "Maybe, but you could have handled it better."
   "A sonovabitch like that?  I'd do it again."
   "No you won't, missie.  Take him out of the room.  Tell him to cool off.  If you have to slap him, do it somewhere the 20 kids can't see."
   I made a noncomittal grumble as I put down a stack of napkins.
   Klaus grabbed my wrist hard and spun me around.  "You listen!  I lost two parties because of that little stunt.  You ever ever EVER try that in front of customers and I will take you into the middle of the party, pull down your pants and spank you until you scream.  YOU GOT ME???"
   I took a quick peek towards the door.  No one saw.  And with the kids making so much noise, no one probably heard.  His hand hurt my wrist, but the rebuke hurt worst inside.  I looked back to Klaus and nodded.
   He held my wrist for a moment longer, giving it a shake accented by the clatter of cheap plastic bracelets before nodding and letting go.  He took a step back.
   "Now get them moving.  This is the last for tonight.  I'm going to start on the books."  He walked out of the door and down to his office.
   I stood and breathed for a moment before giving the food room a last check and heading back into the noise to bring the party to the pizza stage.
   Things went smoothly at first.  I got bumped by one kid into an adult and realized while apologising that he'd been hanging around near me for most of the party.  And he'd bumped into me a couple of times, knocking me off balance and grabbing me by the waist "To steady me."
   Great.  Someone else hitting on me.  Worse, I didn't notice it before and stop it.  Hope he doesn't think I'm going along with him.
   A few minutes later I was pulling pizza from the box when someone leaned heavily into me, squishing me against the table.  I twisted to see the same guy, this time grinding into my butt.  And his thing was rubbing into me too.  Gross!!
   My hand stiffened for a punch in the nose, then I stopped.  Klaus would kill me.  I took a breath and looked around at all of the kids around me.
   "Allright, hot-dog.  Take that thing somewhere else.  I don't want to make a mess out of the party."
   He grinned (probably glad he wasn't nursing a black eye, which he should have been) and backed off.
   I sighed.  I hope that kind of thing doesn't happen much more.  I'd rather fill burritos a Guac-o-Hell than deal with assholes like that.
   After all the kids had cake, I cut some more for the adults.  A now familiar pressure on my ass pushed me back into the table.
   "The party's almost over, sugar.  How 'bout we go for a drink after."  His hands were holding my hips as he ground himself into my crotch.
   "I don't think that would be a good idea," I said, "I'm not old enough to drink."
   He leaned in closer.  "Well I'd be happy to just have milk."  As he said milk, he grabbed my breast, squeezing it into my body as he tweaked the nipple against his thumb.
   I stiffled a scream.  In one hand was a cake-cutter; I could slice HIM with it.  The other had some cake I could squash in his face.  Both are appealing right now, but I'd loose my job.
  I put them down, trying to ignore the tingling from my breast, and turned to face him.  "Not in here.  Let's go into the game room."
   He smiled, the greasy bastard, and followed me.
   The main overheads had been turned off in the game room when I brought the kids in the party room for food.  There were silent arcade games in one corner, deflated moon-bounce in another, a ball-pit in the back.  Normally brightly lit things to keep kids happy for an hour, they now had a creepy quality, being lit by only a few low bulbs for safety.
   I doubt he noticed.
   He followed me into the room and grabbed me from behind, one hand across my chest and palming a breast, the other on my crotch.  I squeeled in suprise.  It took me a moment before I turned around and gave him a good hard shot to the cheek that spun his head and wiped off the grin.
   I should have used a fist, but anyway... damn, it felt good.
   "Don't you EVER..." I began.
   "Aww, sweety.  Don't be upset."  His hand flew out, lightning fast and grasped my breast, his thumb sliping quickly back and forth across the nipple.  I smacked his hand away.  "We're gonna be great friends."
   He repeated the move on my other breast.  I backed away, but his assault continued.  "I know you like me, baby."  He caught my wrist and pulled.  I found myself pressed against him, his lips pressing mine, his hand on my butt.
   Getting mad, I twisted away from him, but he kept hold of my waist.  "What are you, an octopus?" I cried.
   He pulled me into him, his hand sliding up my belly, under my T-shirt, then cupping my breast through my bra.
   I went nuts.  I pushed him away and started running at him, ready to punch, claw, or bite his face off, but he was too quick.  It felt like each time I'd try to hit him, he'd dance aside, patting my butt or grabbing my breast.
   I didn't even see the ball-pit.  I stumbled over the step and fell, my hand sliding through the safety netting as I reached to stop my fall.
   I pulled my arm back, but the bangles that had passed through kept my wrist from coming back out.
   He grabbed my ass from behind and slid his hand under to tap at my pussy.
   I slapped at his hand, then reached to free my wrist.
   "O-ho!" he said, "well lookey here!  Stuck in a web, are you, party-girl?"  He pulled another nylon grid over my wrist.  "Now this is what I like at my parties."
   He reached into the ball-pit and grabbed my free hand, stuffing it through the grid on the other side of the door.
   I was able to pull free, so he stuffed my arm through again, and this time some bangles went along, catching me but good.  He slipped another loop over my wrist and I knelt there, pulling at my arms and snarling.
   I was on my knees, arms stretched all of the way out.  I could move maybe three inches left to right.  I can get almost upright and at the top or just over the balls at the bottom. 
   The bastard curled over me, hands holding both breasts.  "See?  I knew you were gonna make for a great party."  His hands slid to my waist, then under my shirt, sliding it up 'till the t-shirt was bunched under my arms and his fingers were teasing at my nipples directly through my bra.
   I started into him, cursing a blue streak.
   "Tsk tsk tsk.  Such language.  I'll fix that."  He walked away for a moment.  I didn't stop.  I told him what I thought of his manners, his morals, his dick-size, his mother...  I may have said something about his mother's dick-size.
   He tapped me on the shoulder.  When I turned to look at him, he stuffed a sponge-ball in my mouth.
   We keep a bunch of them around for the smaller kids.  This one was about 6 inches across and red.  He kept stuffing and stuffing until he couldn't mash any more between my teeth.
   At least his touch was gentle.  My nipples, which harden at any opportunity, were nice rubbery caps for him to tease.  And tease them he did; after a minute I felt myself getting turned on.  I turned away when the warmth filled my belly, but he held my chin and made me look at him.  When I felt the moisture in my panties, I closed my eyes.  A moment later he stopped.
   I took a deep, ragged breath before looking around.  He was behind me, his hands now circling my hips and unfastening my jeans.
   I began to kick and thrash about, though I'll never know if I was making things harder for him or not.  Still down came my jeans and panties, bit by bit exposing my bare bottom and legs to the open air.
   A hard tug and they were gone.  I was naked from breast to toe, my mouth stuffed full with a foamy ball, stuck face down a foot above the floor, or a few inches above a pit of balls.
   I kept kicking, hoping to get him somewhere it hurt, but my knees were getting sore from rubbing on the carpet.
   Suddenly I felt him step between my shins.  I tried to get him but with a hard thud he fell into my hips, his belt-buckle cold and hard where it pressed into my butt-crack.
   "Aww, darlin', you need to relax," he said as his hands stroked my body from hip to ankle to back.  "Maybe this will help."
   One of his hands pulled my thigh tight to his, he other slid down to stroke along my slit, curling between and stroking the sensative flesh.
   I jumped as he touched my sensitive clit, and tried to wiggle away from his fingers, but he rode along with me.  His finger traced a trail, slipping down and back from clit to vagina.
   This wasn't my first time being touched; like most of the girls in my high-school, I'd given my cherry to my boyfriend a few years ago, broke up with him, and moved to a second.  But I'd never let them tie me up.  And it had always been consensual.
   Now his finger moved more smoothly into my vagina as my body produced a touch of moisture.
   He started to thrust it inside me, a finger flying fast and hard up to my center.  As my betraying body responded to the rough treatment, I tried to move from him.  Side to side, circles, nothing worked.  His hand left my thigh and began pulling my breast, smashing me into his clothed hips as his finger slipped inside.
   I grunted as my body began to offer up its dew to the bastard, and shuddered as he slipped his finger from my hole to slip wetly in tight circles around my clit.
   I began snorting hard as his maddening finger sent spikes of excitement through my body, an electrical current that ran from my clit to my nipples and began to make my long, blonde hair stand up.
    His hips beat against mine in a maddening rythm, and I realizeds it was me that was rocking back and forth.  His touch had made me so horny that I was fucking his finger for him!
   Still I couldn't stop myself from jumping at the guilty pleasure, and as my orgasm came so close to my bound reach, I groanned into the gag.  His finger slipped down to fill me, then left me cold.
   Free of his fingers, I sobbed a moment.  I heard his zipper and the sound of his pants dropping around his knees.
   His penis slid between my parted legs, sliding along my pussy lips before trying to enter my most private passage.  
   It was hot, terribly hot as it pressed at my opening.  I wriggled away as best as I could, twice defeating his attempts at entry by shifting to a bad angle before he slipped it inside, pressing forward until his hips pressed into me again.
   I groaned as his shaft filled me, feeling so large that the head of it must have been hiding somewhere under my belly-button.  There was a suction as he pulled back quickly, his dick head barely inside.  My muscles squeezed at the spongy head, trying to expel it, but he pressed back into me, more quickly than last time.
   In and out he went in long strokes, and I knew that my body, still stimulated by his massaging fingers, would betray me.  Although it was degrading being tied up and used by the rapist bastard, his touch had been gentle and there had been no pain.
   He began to thrust more forcefully, and his hands slid from my hips to pull at my breasts.  He massaged them and pulled me in to him, curling my back.  His dick was now in me terribly deep.  When he would thrust extra hard I could feel him thrust into my cervix, pressing hard enough to feel it, but not causing real pain.  I was filled completely and perfectly.  My brain was overloaded.  If I hadn't had the foam-ball in my mouth I'd have been babbling like a lunatic or drooling.  Or both.
   His grasp shifted on my breasts, and he tweaked my rubbery nipples.
   I gasped.
   He pinched them again, quite hard this time and I froze, lightning dancing though every nerve in my body.  My vagina clamped down on his cock as it slammed into me at a nearly inhuman speed.
   He grunted, withdrew nearly all of the way, then impaled me onto his hard prick.
   I screamed into the gag as I came, just as he groaned and pulled me tightly to him.
   His dick pulsed as mighty floods of semen raced down along his cock to press against my cervix.  The pressure and fullness made my belly feel like it was bulging.
   He held me tightly as his pulses slowed, his hands running along my naked belly up to fondle my breasts and back again.  After a few minutes he let me fall forwards, trapped again by my bangles as he slipped out, though his potent sperm was still trapped deep inside me, pushing through my cervix to do its best to impregnate me.
   I shuddered at the thought.  I had to get to the bathroom quickly and douche.  It isn't the best option, but if I could get his cum out quickly, I might be ok.  As long as he lets me go.
   "It's time to go now, sweety.  If we have a green-eyed boy, let me know!  I hear that the party is breaking up; I'd better get my niece home.  Ta ta!"
   "Let me go," I screamed into the gag.  "I've got to get your cum out of me!  Don't leave me here!"  But with most of a nerf-ball in my mouth, nothing much else came out.
   His footsteps got quieter, then the door clicked and I was alone, struggling to get free.
   I spent a good five minutes pulling at the doubled safety-net holding my hands so far apart, but got nowhere.  The sperm was still inside me, and I knew there was a growing chance that I was going to be pregnant.
   A minute later a dribble of the unctious stuff began to slip past my lips and down my leg, but I knew it was too little.  I pulled again with a renewed fervor, but it just tightened on my wrists and wouldn't let go.
   I started trying to get the gag out.  My tongue was firmly trapped by it and I couldn't get the sucker to push out, but by rubbing it against the balls I was able to make it move a little, though by the time I'd wiggled the damn thing free, the cum that had dripped out of me had dried and everyone from the party had gone.
   "Well, at least I've got that out," I said to no one, just moving my poor jaw around to relax the strained muscles.  I really hoped I could get out before Klaus went home.  It really wouldn't do to have him find me here in the morning.
   "...running out with a party still running.  I'll teach her to..." Klaus' voice came through the door with him, cutting off in mid-thought as he saw me there, the dim light on my bare legs and ass. 
   "So this is where you've been.  Do you have any idea what kind of trouble we could be in?  I could loose my licence with a party running with no supervision.  And you're using the equipment for your sex-games?  And getting your cum on the equipment?"
   I was flabbergasted.  How could he not see that I'd been raped?  He was walking in circles and ranting.
   "Well, I've had enough.  If you're going to play that kind of game, you'll play one with me."
   He walked over to the storage closet.  I tried to interrupt him as he approached me, but he started screaming about how I was a pain in his ass and I had this coming, gesticulating the whole time with the oil-can he'd pulled from the closet.  It was one we used to keep the machines running; a red can with a copper-tube spout around 3 inches long with a pointed nipple on the end, and a thumb-lever to pump out oil.
   "What do you think you're going to do with that," I yelled at him, craining my head over my shoulder to see.  "Get away from me.  I've already had a bad enough day, thanks to you."
   "Bad day?  You've had a bad day?  I'll show you a bad day."  His hand came down on my left ass-cheek, hard!  The crack sound hit my ears before th pain hit me.  "I had kids running wild.  Parents berating the facility.  Where were you?"  His hand came down again and again as he told me how bad I was.
   My ass burned and tears dripped from my eyes.  Being raped was awful, but in ways this was worse.  The fire raged on both sides of my ass.  Then, during a pause in his tirade, ice appeared at my anus.
   He had placed the spout at my anus and pumped out some oil.  Stunned that this could be happening, I found myself holding my breath.  He slipped the tip in a few circles around my ass-hole and pushed. The nipple slid right up into my ass all three inches.  My body went rigid.  The nipple is a good bit thicker than the copper pipe, and I felt it as it slid inside.  Now I'm not a virgin, but nothing has ever been in there.
   Breath came.
   I screamed.
   "No, NO, NO!  Not there!  Not there!"
   He yelled incoherently as he slapped my butt, spanking me for a while before thrusting the oil	can back in and fucking me with it.
   Tears streamed down my face.  My head and shoulders hung forward as far as my restrained arms would allow.  Even the first rape didn't affect me like this.  At least HE made me feel good as he took advantage of me.
   Now, I just feel defeated.  There's nothing left that I can do.  Screaming won't help, and I'm too trapped to do anything.
   His tirade ended and the stinging from my ass receeded, but he was still sliding the can in and out.
   Then he pushed it in deeply.  He started to pump the lever and the tip wiggled around inside me as it deposited the oil, effectively giving me a machine oil enima.
   He slid the can in and out as he thumbed the lever for a minute before pulling it out and setting it aside.
   The room was quiet as he shuffled out of his pants and kicked them aside.  His shirt landed on my bare foot.  Warm bare feet stepped between my legs and his knees pressed against my shins as he came up behind.
   I didn't even kick or scream.  When he nudged my knees apart, I meekly spread them.  I had no fight left.
   Something pressed into my ass-hole, slipping in to press on my sphincter, first lightly, then with more pressure.  When the muscle opened, he slid deep inside.  It had a little of the stretchy kind of pain, but not nearly as bad as I'd expected.
   I peeked around at him and realized it wasn't his cock, but his finger that was inside me.  It twisted and pushed and curled around inside.  I stopped looking, unable to bear the superior look on his face.  When his finger exited, I felt empty and open, stretched unnaturally.
   Then a thick stump pressed on my shit-hole.  I screamed as he pushed, leaning forward as far as I could go, and though he followed along, it didn't go in.  Maybe it was too big.  Then he pressed harder and I felt it splitting me open, slipping in just a little, then a little more.
   "Ow!" I cried each time it went in more.  "Ow ow ow!"
   My poor anus was stretching painfully.  He paused and I asked if it was all in.
   "Dumb bitch," he said.  "That's just the head.  Now open up, here it comes!" and with that he leaned into me.  I screamed anew as it drove a firey streak into my bowels, splitting me in two.  I don't know if it was the oil or my blood that let him slip in so deeply; I could almost feel him in my lungs.
   I cried as he thrust in and out, again and again.  The plastic balls beneath me were covered in tears by the time he finished, even though it didn't really take all that long.
   When he finished he let my wrists out of the net, and with a sheepish look he told me to take the rest of the week off.
   I pulled on my clothes as he watched; the scum didn't even have the decency to turn his back or leave me alone.  I went straight to the police office and filed for rape, and now what once was Klaus' Kinder-Land is Patty's Parties.  Patty is my daughter; she has green eyes.



