While I love rape/forced sex/nc stories, and fantasies in no way do I condone, advocate, or desire such activity.

I assume this material is being read by mature adults, and assume only responsibiity of bringing pleasure to those who enjoy the same fantasies as I.

I did not write this story. It written for me, or rather, I was written into the story. The person who wrote this story says he never did or would do to anyone what happens to "Dawn" in this story. Yet the set up is so real, I wonder.......

- Imma Scared

# "Special Delivery"

## A rape fantasy story for little fuckdolls who need to be shown who's boss.

He called himself the Boudoir Boss, and for good reason. His greatest joy in life was having his way with women -- whatever he wanted, however he wanted it -- and he didn't take "no" for an answer. He was a stocky, portly man, about 5'10", 220 pounds, with short, curly brown hair and dark brown eyes that could stare a hole in you. You could feel yourself being undressed and violated when he looked at you, sizing you up. It was a busy Saturday afternoon in the local shopping mall. Boss sat quietly in the mall food court, munching his gyro and sipping a coke. The food court was an excellent place to scope out potential targets, and the place was just *swimming* in exquisite pussy this day. One after one, he considered the possibilities:

'Fine fuckdoll,' he thought, examining a luscious redhead with alabaster skin and long legs. The redhead's male partner walked up and greeted her. 'Ooops. Not that one.' He continued to scan.

'What's this?' His attention was grabbed by a plump but curvy young blonde dressed like a student. 'Nice!' he thought, examining the blonde's ample bottom. 'That is SO spankable!' When the blonde's girlfriends appeared, he turned his attentions elsewhere.

'Damn, it's getting late,' he thought. It would be getting dark soon, and time was growing short. 'Something workable had better show up soon.' Just then, a cute girl with curly black hair walked by. 'Damn!' Boss's cock immediately stiffened to a rock hardness. She was hot! He figured her to be around 5' 6" or 7", about 120 pounds. She didn't look like the type that carried a gun or knew Karate, and she appeared to be alone. She walked over to the sandwich shop and ordered. A moment later she collected her food, walked over to a table across from Boss's, and sat down with her side exposed to him. Boss stared with his blank expression, the tent in his pants almost certainly obvious by now. He traced the curves of her delicious figure, intently observing her body language and gauging her suitability as a target. After a minute or two, she caught Boss out of the corner of her eye, quickly looked at him and just as quickly looked away. She tried to hide her discomfort at being sized up, but Boss was skilled at detecting this kind of reaction. 'GOOD!' he thought. 'I won't have to follow this one around. I already know. She's mine!'

The dark haired beauty hurriedly finished her meal, stood, and collected her packages. This one had been shopping and was most likely on her way home by now. Boss pulled the cell phone from his pocket and punched a couple of buttons.

* * * *

Boss's partner in crime, Jim was parked in the north mall lot, waiting for Boss to ring. It was coming up on the hour and almost time for Boss to check in when the phone rang. Jim picked up the handset.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Bitch is on the move!" Boss replied. "Get the car cranked up."

"Ok." Jim hung up the phone and started the engine. He backed out of the parking space and began to crawl through the rows of parked cars, waiting for Boss's signal.

Boss and Jim worked as a team. They took turns sizing up and following the targets. The one who did the sizing up ultimately got to have his way with the target. The other guy had to follow the target home and stake out her place just long enough to make sure that she was alone. It was a good system, they thought. Always changing rapists and using two guys to do the job probably reduced their chances of being discovered. They always stole a different car to use for each job, attaching fake plates to it so as not to be traced if the car was spotted, and dumping the car after the job was finished. Today was Jim's turn to follow, Boss's turn to rape.

* * * *

Boss followed the dark haired beauty carefully through the mall. He could tell by her quick gait that she was indeed finished in the mall and on her way out. She rounded the corner and headed for the east parking lot. Boss whipped out the phone and dialed. He heard one ring, then Jim's voice.

"Yeah."

"She's headed east. Knee length red dress and red pumps. Short curly black hair. About 5'6", 120 pounds. She's carrying a couple of large Macy's bags and walking at a fairly fast clip."

"On my way," Jim replied.

Jim swung the car towards the east parking lot, speeding up once he got on the main drag. He quickly made his way to the east lot and pointed the car towards the east mall entrance, slowing down to look for a female that fit the description. There she was, stepping off of the curb and heading for her car, wherever it happened to be parked. "Now that's a mean piece of ass!" Jim exclaimed. All Jim now had to do was follow her home and stake out her place for a while. Not the fun part of the job but one that he had done a half dozen times before. Jim and Boss had collectively raped 11 women to date.

* * * *

It was Sunday morning. Boss sat on his couch watching a porno video and stroking his thick erection when the phone rang. It was Jim. Boss listened for a moment, smiled, then grabbed a note pad and jotted down an address. "Sounds good. Thanks, Jim. I'll see you when you bring the car."

* * * *

On Monday afternoon, Boss walked into his bedroom and opened the special drawer that held his selection of stolen uniforms. He selected the brown UPS uniform; he would be a package delivery man today. He put on the uniform and collected a pair handcuffs, a mask, a pair of latex exam gloves, and a handful of condoms and strategically stuffed the various objects into specific pockets of the uniform. He put on his brown UPS baseball cap, grabbed his car keys, picked up the fake package that he used for the delivery ruse and headed for the garage, where the current stolen car was now parked.

On the way to his victim's home, Boss rubbed his erection through the brown shorts of the UPS uniform, thinking about the exquisite dark haired creature that he had seen just a couple of days before. 'What a sweet piece of pussy!' he thought. 'This is gonna be good!' Turning onto the fuckdoll's street, he slowed down and took a careful look at her house as he drove by. She still appeared to be the only one at home. He drove a couple of houses down the block and parked on the opposite side of the street. Looking around it appeared that no one was outside, so he put on the latex gloves, grabbed the fake package, got out of the car and began walking towards the fuckdoll's house. When he got onto the fuckdoll's front porch he quickly took the mask out of his pocket and put it on. The mask was one of those affairs that cover only the eyes and nose. It had a thin elastic strap that was almost invisible in his dark brown hair. He pulled down the bill of his UPS cap and looked down at the package that he was holding so that the mask would be hidden from view. Ringing the door bell, he started pretending to write on the surface of the package.

The unsuspecting beauty was typing away on her computer when the doorbell rang. 'Who's that?' she thought, wondering who would be calling on her just now. She had not been expecting anyone. 'Probably a solicitor,' she thought. Looking through the fisheye peephole in the door she saw an UPS man holding a package. 'Wow! Who's sending me a package?' she wondered. Without further thought, she slid back the dead bolt and opened the door. That was a mistake that she should never have made!

When the door opened, Boss tossed the package into the house and pushed his way inside. He closed and bolted the door behind him and whipped out the handcuffs. By the time fuckdoll saw the handcuffs and mask, her adrenaline had kicked in. She turned and began to run down the entryway hall towards the living room, but Boss reacted faster than she did, grabbing her by the waist of her jeans and managing to close the cuffs around one of her wrists. She struggled to get away and fell to the floor. Boss took this opportunity to pin her arms behind her back and close the cuffs around the remaining wrist. "ON YOUR FEET, FUCKDOLL!" he barked, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up off of the floor. "Were gonna go to the BEDROOM, BITCH!"

Fuckdoll's breathing was hard and labored. Gut wrenching fear engulfed her. "Please! Please don't!" she whimpered. The tears rolled down her face as she struggled to get on her feet.

"MOVE!" barked the rapist, as he began pushing her down the hall. "Move or I'll slam you hard! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he barked like a Marine drill sergeant.

"Oh...ok...OK," fuckdoll replied, terrified that she would be beaten if she didn't obey.

"You mean 'YES SIR,' BITCH!" Boss barked. The gloved palm of his hand came down hard against her denim covered ass in a muffled smack!

"YES SIR!" she obediently replied as she began to walk, without resistance, towards her bedroom.

Boss guided the fuckdoll into the bedroom and pushed her, face down, onto the bed. Grabbing a king size pillow off of the bed, he removed the pillow case, folded it into a blindfold and tied it around her eyes, making sure that she couldn't see out of the gap at the bottom of the blindfold. He removed his mask and stuffed it in his pocket. "Let's see what we got here," he said as he flipped the fuckdoll over onto her back and began unbuckling the belt on her jeans. Fuckdoll's chest heaved. She was paralyzed with fear. Boss unsnapped her jeans and opened the zipper. Grabbing her pants and panties, he yanked them down to just above her thighs in one, hard pull. He could smell the pungent aroma of her sex. Immediately he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his shorts, and let them drop to the floor.

His cock was bone hard now. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and retrieved a condom. Tearing open the package, he squeezed the nipple at the end of the condom, placed it against his hard glans, and rolled the rubber the full length of his organ. Grabbing the fuckdoll by both ankles, Boss hoisted her legs over one shoulder, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and began roughly probing her exposed vagina with a couple of fingers.

"Oh God!" whimpered the fuckdoll, sobbing.

"Dry," Boss said, retracting the fingers and moistening them with saliva, only to shove them back into fuckdoll's cunt, this time with greater ease, and deeper. "NICE!" he exclaimed.

He retracted the fingers again and applied a large amount of saliva to the head of his stiff cock. Spreading the folds of her helpless pussy open with his thumbs, he shoved the entire length of his rigid organ deep into the most personal and private place in her body. 'Who needs permission,' he thought as he chuckled in delight. Grinding his loins hard against her violated sex, he brought the open palm of his hand down hard against her bare ass, saying "THIS IS MINE, BITCH!"

And now the fucking began...

At first his thrusts were slow, long and deep. He savored every luscious inch as he watched fuckdoll's head jerk from side to side and listened to her grunts and whimpers.

"Oh God, PLEASE!" Her voice was beginning to shake heavily. The sides of the blindfold were damp with tears.

"SHUT UP!" he barked, bringing his palm against her bare ass in another hard SMACK!

Boss began to thrust harder! He could see that the lips of fuckdolls vulva were turning a deep wine red, despite her terror and distress, and she was definitely getting wetter! This was nice! It felt SOOOO GOOD!!! Holding both her legs in one arm, he pushed off her slippers, tossing them to the floor. Still plowing into her, he grabbed her jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off of her luscious legs, but her rolled up panties still clung to her thighs, just below the knees. He grabbed them and pulled them over her feet and off. Pressing the crotch against his face he blissfully inhaled, his free hand grasping one of fuckdoll's ankles while his loins slapped rhythmically against her wet sex.

Fuckdoll's pussy was burning!...and tingling! It hurt but it was oddly erotic. She could feel the shaft of her tormentor's cock tugging against the flesh of her labia and clit, over and over and over! Her sense of dread and panic were intense. She could smell this man's sweat and feel his heft pounding into her sex, sending shock waves through her belly! She could hear his hissing breath, his filthy grunts and moans. She wanted to cry out but she dare not make a sound lest he strike her again, or worse. There was nothing she could do but lay there and take the rape...and hope that this awful man didn't get any rougher with her. It seemed to go on for hours. How long would he rape her? When would he let her go? How would she go for help? Would he come back for more? Her head swam with fear and confusion while her pussy drooled!

Boss took another deep whiff of fuckdolls fragrant panty crotch. The stimulation was more that he could take and, grabbing both of fuckdolls ankles, he got up on his tip toes, shoved fuckdoll's legs back wide and high, and began pounding into her rape hole as hard and as deep and as fast as he could manage!!! The room filled with the sound of slapping sex! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Boss's grunts and moans grew louder and more frequent. He became a wild, out of control rape animal! "RAPE!" he shouted! "RAPE!" ...SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!...

Every time Boss shouted "RAPE!" cold shivers ran through fuckdoll's body, emanating from her pussy, radiating through her belly and tits, and spreading up into her neck. She began to sweat profusely. Then something seemingly impossible began to happen; fuckdoll could feel the unmistakable beginnings of an orgasm starting to build! Her head was screaming 'NOOOOOO!!!!' but her body was screaming 'CUM!!! CUM!!! CUM!!!' This terrible man had not only MADE her pussy wet but he was going to MAKE her CUM!!! The muscles in her vagina began to clamp around Boss's cock, and wave after intense wave of orgasm swept thought her!!! Fuckdoll screamed with an awful mixture of physical pleasure and emotional torment! "GOD!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!..." Her humiliation was total. She had lost everything that had been hers. There was nothing left. It all belonged to this hideous monster of a man now.

Fuckdoll's screams pushed Boss right over the edge, causing his loins to explode in squirting spasms of semen!!! "AARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" he screamed! "UNGH!! UNGH!! OOOOOOH! OHHH! NGHH!..." He could feel the streams of hot cum filling the sheath of latex surrounding his shaft. His grasp tightened around fuckdolls ankles as he pounded into her wet, swollen, helpless rape flesh. It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass.

Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special!...

* * * *

...It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass.

Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special! Very special! So special in fact that Boss raped her five more times that evening, savoring every delicious thrust and spank! He called her a slut! He called her a whore! He called her a cunt and a fuckdoll! He used her asshole and mouth as well as her cunt! By the time he had finished rape number six, all fuckdoll could do was just lie there limp and catch her breath. She was too exhausted to beg or plead; too exhausted to even think. Her mind was numb but her pussy was sore and sopping wet! Her ass was sore. Her jaw was sore for being jammed open with thick cock. She just lie there sobbing and gasping.

Boss carefully placed the last used condom into the zip-lock baggie that he always carried to a rape, making sure that no semen spilled, and stuffed it back into his shorts pocket. No evidence. Leave no evidence. He supposed that the cops might find a hair or two but that was too much of a hassle for him to deal with. If they didn't get any DNA the evidence would only be circumstantial anyway. Bitch hadn't scratched him, so he didn't need to worry about cleaning out her fingernails. All he had to do was trash the phones, retrieve his cuffs and get the hell out of Dodge. He really hated to leave this one. She was absolutely perfect! A rapin' like this only came once in a lifetime, but it was over and time for him to go, never to return. Ah, but he would always remember THIS one!

Boss threw on his uniform and ran through the house, checking for telephones. He found only the one in the bedroom and the one in the living room, ripping the wires right out of their modular wall sockets. For good measure he removed the coiled handset cables and used them to tie fuckdoll's wrists and ankles together. Finally, he took out his key case, fingered a key out of it and retrieved his handcuffs from fuckdoll's wrists. Then he spoke:

"I'm only gonna say this once, BITCH!" he growled. "You don't move! You don't look! You don't even breathe! You just stay right there until you wake up tomorrow morning or I swear I'll rape you again! And I won't be so tender next time! You got that, BITCH?"

"Yes sir." Her reply was soft and weak, but it was convincing enough to satisfy him that it would be safe to leave now.

Boss made his way to the front door, picked up his fake package, and let himself out.

* * * *

Jim had been sitting in his own car, parked at the end of the street, waiting for Boss to leave for about two and a half hours now. His patients was beginning to wear thin. That was the problem to begin with: He was getting really tired of doing so much work and only getting to dip his wick just half of the times. He knew that Boss had to endure the same frustration, but that gave him no comfort. He also knew that he should stick to the program he and Boss had established, for safety's sake, but dammit, he couldn't take it any longer. Especially not THIS time. The little curly headed piece of ass he had seen in the mall parking lot was just too damn good to let go, so tonight he would wait for Boss to leave and quickly slip in behind him.

Jim was dressed in the HPD patrolman's uniform that he had bought on the local black market. It cost him a pretty penny, but it fit perfectly and it was a sure ticket into any woman's house! He liked the way it looked on him and sometimes he would just zip open the fly and keep the uniform on while he did a bitch. Playing a cop seemed the perfect approach to exploiting this particular situation. It would work just fine.

Jim looked down to check his wrist watch. When he looked back up, there was boss, dressed like an UPS guy, carrying a package OUT of this woman's house and over to the stolen car. Jim's adrenaline began to flow! This would be the first time that he would rape behind another rapist, and the thought of it made his cock begin to swell. He waited intently until Boss's car had cleared the corner at the opposite end of the street, then he popped out of his car and made his way towards the woman's house...

* * * *

Fuckdoll heard the front door shut...then silence... What seemed like a minute passed and still...silence... another minute...silence... Something like a switch clicked in fuckdoll's head and suddenly the drive to escape overcame her paralyzing fear. She rubbed the side of her head against the pillow, pushing the blindfold off of her eyes. Damn it was bright in here! Blinking, she sat up on the bed and started tugging at the phone cord wrapped tightly around her wrists. The ends were too short to really grab with her fingers, so she started working on the cord around her ankles. It was tight and knotted in a manner that didn't lend itself to being easily loosened. "Oh shit!" she cried in frustration as she yanked on her bonds in a panic. 'That BASTARD is going to kill me if he comes back!' she thought. Just then she heard a very loud and insistent knock, more like a pounding on the front door.

BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! "POLICE! OPEN UP, MA'AM!"

'Thank God!' she thought. "I'M IN HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!" she cried out, as loud as her voice could manage.

The front door swung open and then slammed shut. She could hear the heavy clumps of a large mans shoes and the swish of cloth as the policeman made his way to the bedroom.

Jim was a strapping brute of a man. 6'2", 230 pounds with a heavily built upper body. His blonde hair was cut in very short buzz, almost bald, like a marine jar head's. His face was hard and mean, with eyes like knives. He had a very short temper and a physically aggressive, "hands on" manner to match. Not a pleasant man to be around. Jim didn't give a shit about leaving evidence or being seen by his victims. In fact, he *preferred* that the cunts got a good sobering look. It was one of his most effective tools for controlling the cunts, kind of like a snake hypnotizing its prey. Few of his victims put up much, if any resistance. The ones that did didn't do it for very long.

The strapping policeman appeared in the doorway of fuckdoll's bedroom. Fuckdoll, still sitting on the bed, realized that she was totally nude and folded her legs to cover herself, the cords still tightly tied around her wrists and ankles. The cop stood there with his legs slightly parted and his hammy fists resting on his hips.

"Is there a problem her, Ma'am?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

"He raped me! I think he might come back! Please untie me!" fuckdoll pleaded.

"No, I don't think he's gonna come back. But I don't think you're finished either," he replied, closing the door to the bedroom.

Fuckdoll's head began to spin. This was just too much to understand. How could this be happening? This was a policeman. Weren't policemen supposed to help people in trouble? What was happening? The cop walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed fuckdoll by the chin, roughly turning her face to stare directly into her eyes.

"The way I see it," he said, "you're gonna do whatever I want until I get my fill. You got a problem with that, cunt?"

"N...No sir!" The response leaped right out of her mouth. No thought was involved. It was a reflex now.

"GOOD! I can see that Boss broke you in well," he said, using his powerful hand to turn her head slowly from side to side, observing the lines of her delicate face.

This hideous man had the face of a demon, and the way he spoke and handled her scared her more than anything she had ever known. Certainly she would not survive this man. The gut wrenching fear, six rapes, and three hours of holding her urine finally took their toll. Her bladder burst forth with a torrent of piss, wetting her calves and soaking the bed with a big yellow spot. This annoyed Jim very much.

"YOU CUNT!!" The back of his hand struck hard across her cheek, knocking her on her side. She lie there motionless, unable to move. "Now we're gonna have to find another bed."

Jim pulled a large assault knife from his pocket and locked open the blade. Fuckdoll lost it when she saw this. She was trying to be SO good, but now she was begging for her life. The tears rolled down her cheeks and wetted the bed. Her breath came in big sobs between her words. This pleased Jim greatly. He liked that kind of power over a cunt.

Jim grabbed fuckdoll by the ankle, stuck the knife in the cord that was tied around it, and sliced the cord open, causing her newly freed ankle to drop to the bed. "Let's go, bitch," he said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her off of the bed. She struggled to stand as he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her onto her feet. Opening the bedroom door, he yanked her into the den and began walking her towards the guest room.

They entered the guest room. He tossed her face down onto the bed. Grabbing her by the hips he pulled her ass up in the air. "GET YOUR KNEES ON THE BED!" he ordered. She complied. Her knees were just at the edge of the bed and her butt was stuck in the air. The side of her face was pressed against the mattress. Her hands were still tied behind her back.

Jim zipped open his fly and fished out his enormous organ. It was a good 10" in length when fully engorged, and thick! Placing the head of this huge log against the small pucker of her anus, he began to push -- HARD!!! The mushroom shaped glans of his sex slowly disappeared into her ass!!

"OWWWWWWNNNNGGHH!" she cried. It hurt! It was already sore.

"Wassamatter, cunt? Never been fucked up the ass before?"

Jim starting nudging his penis deeper into fuckdoll's ass. Another half inch disappeared into her with every stroke. Fuckdoll had thought that Boss's cock was huge, but this man was UNNATURAL! With his cock only half way in, it seemed that she couldn't take another inch, but this snake of a man kept pushing in more! Having buried all but the last couple of inches, he began to hump. He grabbed and squeezed the soft cheeks of her ass as he fucked. He reached down and hooked his thumb into her vagina. It was dry so he withdrew it. He smacked her ass with a stinging blow of his palm. The ass fucking continued for several minutes before he yanked out of her and rolled her over onto her back.

Grabbing her arms, he sat her up on the bed. He grabbed her head with both hands and tilted her face towards his now smelly cock. "SUCK!" he barked...

When fuckdoll parted her lips he shoved his thick rod in her mouth as deep as it would go, making her gag. Holding her head firmly, he began to pump, fucking and moaning with pleasure.

"Ummnff. Ummff. Unnnh. Unnnh." Fuckdoll's grunts were muffled, her mouth completely filled with hard dick. It was hard to breathe.

"Better not bite, you bitch," Jim warned, "or I'll tear you a new asshole." She knew it was true. She was trying as hard as she could not to let her teeth scrape his cock as he thrusted. Her jaw hurt. He was SO big! She could see the fly of his police pants, bobbing back and forth against her face. She could smell and taste his nasty sex mingled with the smell of her ass. She kept gagging and her stomach turned flips.

Jim fucked her mouth for a couple of intensely pleasurable minutes. "Somebody's been giving you lessons," he said, admiring her oral skills. Having had his fill of head, he yanked his cock out of fuckdoll's mouth, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her hard, knocking her on her back. "SPREAD!" he barked. She immediately obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could get them, her calves dangling over the side of the bed. By now she just did whatever she was told. It was her only chance of surviving this.

He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and let them drop to his knees. He placed his hands under her thighs and hoisted her legs into the air, placing her ankles on his shoulders. Placing his strong arms under her bottom, he lifted her butt off of the bed, applied a large dollop of spit to the head of his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her vagina. Inch by inch he nudged his 10" rape tool into her until all of it disappeared. He could feel his glans press against her soft, moist, pliant cervix. He could feel the warm, soft flesh of her labia pressed against his loins. It was exquisite.

With his hands cupped under her butt, he began to hump. The humping became bumping. The bumping became pounding. Fuckdoll's feet wiggled back and forth in the air and her shoulders and head rubbed back and forth on the mattress with each thrust, her butt still hoisted in the air for Jim's pleasure. This was a hard, brutal fuck; when Jim raped a cunt he made damn sure she would remember it. Sweat rolled down the sides of his head. His breath came in loud gulps and hisses. He grunted and moaned obscenely, his cock pumping in and out of fuckdoll's vagina in a blur of motion. Fuckdoll just stared blankly at the ceiling, taking it, waiting for it to be over.

Jim slammed into her one final time and screamed, "NNAAHHGGGAAAOOOOHH!!" Fuckdoll could feel his cock begin to spasm around the tightly stretched lips of her vulva, then hot cum flowed out of her and ran down her ass! It seemed like buckets of the stuff were coming out of this devil! "OOOHHHRRGGAAA!! AAAAAHHH!! AAAAAHH!! UUGGNNN!" His nails dug into the cheeks of her ass, leaving red marks. The cum pooled on the bed below. "UUUUAAA! UUUUAAA! UUHHH! UUHH!" He just kept cuming and cuming Fuckdoll had never known a man that orgasmed for such a long time. Finally, he yanked out of her and tossed her to the bed. He stood there with his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork, a string of semen dripping from his still hard penis. "Nice!" he said, between deep breaths, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Fuckdoll just lay there, trying not to look at him. She could feel the huge wet spot on the mattress beneath her.

"Got any beer?" he asked. Fuckdoll just lay there is shock. "I SAID, GOT ANY BEER, BITCH?!"

"Ye...yes sir!" she quickly replied, "i...in the frig...sir."

Jim pulled up his trousers and walked casually into the kitchen. He opened the frig, popped open a brew, and took a nice long swig. "Ahhhh! That's the stuff!" he said with a smile. Everything in this house belonged to HIM, including the cunt. He liked that. He liked that a lot!

* * * *

Jim raped fuckdoll three more times that evening, each time as hard and and brutal as the last. Before leaving, he searched through her bedroom, taking cash, an expensive watch and the wedding band that her last husband had given her. Just before he left he grabbed fuckdoll by the chin, pulling her face to within a few inches of his and said "If you tell ANYONE, I'll come back for more. YOU GOT THAT?"

"Ye...yes sir!" she replied.

Jim left the bedroom. The front door opened and slammed shut. Silence...

* * * *

Fuckdoll sat huddled in the corner of her shower stall, rolled up into a little fetal ball, letting the warm water flow down her body, rocking gently. She stay there, in that position, for a half hour or more. She would tell no one. Everything that belonged to her had been taken: her body, her belongings, her freedom, her sense of security, her trust in men -- all gone. Nothing left. Her pussy hurt. Her ass hurt. Her mouth was sore. She might be pregnant now. What if that monster had AIDS? And the worst part of it all was that she knew it could all happen again, at any time, and that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. And how many men would show up to rape her next time? Certainly the word was out. She shuddered and huddled....

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