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Copyright 2005 by the author, Kelly Berks.

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In his never ending search for real-life stories of rape and
degradation, Stanley Hodensack finds a good one right in his own
back yard. It'll make a great addition to his "Rape Chronicles",
which will no doubt be a best seller, when published.


Rape Chronicles - File  #5 - Liz, the Truck Stop Whore
By Kelly Berks


As I've said before, my efforts to chronicle real stories about
rape have taken me considerable distances and have necessitated
my devising countless schemes for extracting detailed information
about these occurrences. Fortunately, in some instances however,
subjects are easier to find, and stories are easier to document.
Liz is an easy subject for a report, because I start with my
foot already in the door, and having known her for a long period
of time, I don't have to make guesses about what she has and
doesn't have - I have experienced her stuff, and am more than
qualified to report on all the details.

First for the physical description:  she is 5'4" tall, with an
overall nice look - wonderful big tits with nipples that look
almost as big as grapes when they're hard. Her skin is very
light, and as you might imagine, her tits are really white, and
you can see that marbled effect from the veins at various depths
in the skin. Oh, her right tit is a little bit bigger than her
left is, and her left is a little more pointy. I've always liked
tits that are a little less than perfect that way. I can't
explain why, but I think it's sexy. Anyway, she has nice legs and
sometimes blonde hair. She has top quality equipment: a tight
pussy, which always seems to be juicy and the prettiest pink
asshole you've ever seen. Oh, you'd better like cunts with a
strong, raunchy smell if you want to fuck Liz, because it can
stink up the whole house when it's in a fighting mood. About the
only drawback she has is that her tits are very sensitive, and
she can't tolerate having them mauled, and tit mauling is
definitely one of my favorite activities. Overall, she's a very
good hard-on, both in terms of visual effect and what hopefully
comes after you are finished looking. You've heard people rate
women on the 1 to 10 scale. Well, I use my zero to a hundred
dollar whore scale, and on that scale, Liz is a good $50 whore -
definitely a nice piece of meat.

Here's her story.

She was driving home one night on the Parkway. It was at about 10
PM when her problems started. What had been a smooth and
uneventful trip was suddenly interrupted by the sound and feel of
a tire going flat. Not much to be done about it out there. She
was close to the next exit, but she didn't want to ruin her rim
by trying to make it to a service station, so she pulled off onto
the shoulder and decided to change the tire herself. No big deal
she thought; there wasn't a lot of traffic, and there was plenty
of room on the side of the road to work safely.  She got out,
opened the trunk and started to collect the pieces of the jack.
Just as she determined that she had what she needed to do the
job, she noticed the headlights of a car which was slowing down
and pulling onto the shoulder behind her's. It stopped and a man
got out and yelled, "Looks like you need some help there."

"Yeah, I guess so," Liz replied.

So, there was Liz standing out in the middle of nowhere in her
cut-off jeans and t-shirt, her big braless tits sporting swollen
nipples hardened by the cool night air,  thinking that she was
going to get some help changing a tire. I do love the way she
thinks sometimes.

The guy came toward her and started to give her a good look. Liz
immediately sensed that he was more interested in her than in her
tire.

"I got the jack and all here, and the spare is okay, I think,"
Liz said, trying to redirect the focus of his attention on the
task at hand.

"Well, before we get to that, there's something else that we need
to do," the guy said, as he grabbed Liz by the arm and began
pulling her away from the car down the slope toward the trees
that lined the parkway.

Liz screamed some warning at the guy - something she can't
remember now, but it was doubtless one of those stupid things
that women say when they realize they're about to be raped.

What followed was the mandatory session of fighting, kicking and
screaming, followed by Liz lying on the ground naked, getting her
tits mauled, about to be fucked. From the guy's perspective, she
had put on the perfect performance: a good hard fight and some
nasty language - exactly what  he needed to make this a
satisfying experience. The guy rammed his cock into Liz's very
tight cunt and gave it to her for about ten minutes. He finally
shot his load and got off of her; calmly pulled up his pants and
headed back to his car. "Hope you get your tire fixed, you stupid
bitch," was all he had to say as he left.   Liz remained on the
ground for a while, then began to get her clothes back on. She
couldn't find her panties, and one shoe was lost in the darkness.
Her cunt was hurting, and those very sensitive big tits of hers
had taken some real punishment. She got up and staggered back
towards the road. When she got to her car, she decided not to try
to change the tire. She would cross the wooded median and walk to
the next exit, which was just a few hundred yards up, to get
help. She knew there was a service station and a diner open 24
hours at the truck stop.

She crossed the median and the traffic lanes and began her short
walk to the exit ramp. She hadn't gotten a hundred yards when a
car slowed down next to her. The driver leaned over and asked her
if she needed help or a ride. He was an older man, maybe 55 or
so, and he did not look threatening.

"Yeah, please ride me up to the gas station," Liz said with a
certain sense of desperation in her tone.

"Okay, get in," the man said as he leaned over and unlocked the
passenger side door.

She got in and they headed on toward the exit. Liz began telling
him about the flat tire problem, but decided not to mention the
fact that she had just been raped.

A few hundred feet onto the exit, the guy slowed down and pulled
off onto the shoulder. "Why are you stopping here?" Liz asked.

"Because I want to fuck the shit outta you," the guy replied.

As the car stopped, Liz fumbled for the door handle, but could
not get the door open before the guy could grab her wrist and
spin her back. He moved over on her, releasing the seat lever,
which caused the back of the seat to slam down to a horizontal
position under their weight.

Liz did not put up as good a fight this time. She was worn out
from her last battle and could do little but wrestle a bit as she
cursed and protested what was happening to her. He pulled her
shirt up over her face and started to inflict some nasty
punishment on her already hurting tits. Once again, the tits took
a brutal beating; once again her cunt was forced open by another
hungry cock. This guy could really go, and he was giving poor Liz
a first class pounding.

When he was finished, he pulled the door handle to open the
passenger side door, rolled off Liz and shoved her out onto the
ground with his feet.- an inglorious but effective ending to
their first date, to be sure.

He drove off , leaving her lying on the ground with her shirt
still over her head, and as she would soon find out, without her
cut-off jeans. She got herself up, looked around unsuccessfully
for her shorts and started toward the service station for help,
wearing only one shoe and her t-shirt, which she was pulling down
as far as she could in an effort to cover her crotch.

She approached the service station and diner by way of the
parking area where the big trucks were parked while their drivers
ate or napped in their sleepers. She made her way past the long
line of trucks, but as she neared the last one, the door swung
open, and its driver jumped out in front of her.

"Now, what do we have here? Looks like a truck stop whore to me,"
he said.

"Just get the fuck outta my way," she replied in a loud
determined voice.

"Hey, that's no way for a whore to talk," the driver replied. He
then nailed Liz with a solid backhand across the face, knocking
her sideways into the truck. It was a hard shot - almost enough
to knock her unconscious, and she could see spots of her blood
splatter on the side of the white tractor. Next thing she knew he
was pulling her by the hair into the sleeper in the back of his
cab.

This guy was strong and she knew she'd have no chance whatsoever
to fight him off, so she screamed, hoping that someone from the
diner or the service station would hear and come to her rescue.
As I said before, Liz has some strange notions about how the
world works.

"That's enough of your mouth, you stupid bitch," the truck driver
said as he punched Liz in the left side of the face. She got the
message and shut up. Now her shirt was over her head again, and
her tits were taking another beating - this one far more severe
than the first two had been. The driver started fumbling with his
belt buckle and pants, and Liz was wondering how he could get off
on fucking someone who had an ocean of spunk in her cunt and that
much more running down her legs, but he didn't even seem aware of
that; he wanted the fuck, and he was going to get it, no matter
what. He rammed his cock in her and started pumping away at a
furious pace. This was really hurting, and it would go on for
what seemed like forever. Finally he was finished. As he pulled
out of her, she heard a voice from outside the truck, "Hey Floyd,
what you got goin' on in there?"

Someone had heard the commotion and had come to see what was
going on. Liz could see a face looking through the window at
them.

"I been fuckin' this whore," Floyd hollered back. "You want some
good cunt?"

"Hell yeah, I always want some good cunt," the guy answered.

With that, this second driver took Floyd's place and had his turn
at Liz's cunt, which was now pretty well shot from what it had
been through. She was now in terrible pain from the ongoing
punishment and began crying and screaming for help again, which
as it turned out, had the unfortunate effect of alerting more of
the drivers that there was a gang bang going on. Her screams
became an open invitation to everyone within earshot, and it was
an invitation nobody seemed to refuse, as one driver after
another took his turn. Liz found herself with her ankles pinned
up next to her ears as the seemingly endless procession of cocks
pounded her.  After about a half dozen or so turns with Liz, the
drivers decided her bloody cunt couldn't take any more, so they
started on her asshole. Her defiance and arrogance had been
pummeled out of her, as her threats and cursing had turned to
screams, cries and pleas for mercy. What I wouldn't give to have
a recording of the sounds she must have made. I've often thought
that the noise a woman makes when she's getting the shit hammered
out of her are even more of a turn on than what you might see if
you were watching.

After about two and a half  hours, the party was over, and Liz
was dragged out of the truck's sleeper and dumped in the bushes
next to the parking area. Her t-shirt had been torn off a some
point during the party, and now she was totally naked except for
one shoe. Her cunt and asshole had been totally ripped to shreds
and blood mixed with spunk flowed out and down her legs as she
wrestled herself to a kneeling position. Her asshole felt like
someone had rammed it with a baseball bat, and her tits were
hurting as if they were still being pounded and twisted.

After a half hour or so, she began to crawl away from the lot,
back toward the parkway where her car was. She got herself up on
her feet and staggered along the side of the road, now completely
naked, hoping that nobody would drive by and offer to "help" her
again. It was late now, and there was virtually no traffic. The
only two cars to pass her on her way back to her own car, slowed
down and honked, but did not stop. One of the drivers shouted
something that sounded like "cock sucker", but Liz couldn't
understand what he was saying.

When she got back to the car, she got the jack and spare tire out
of the trunk and finished what she had started four hours before.
As she was changing the tire, a few cars passed, but she crouched
behind her car and hid till they were out of sight.

She got an old rag to put on the driver's seat to catch the blood
and spunk which was oozing out of her holes and drove herself
home.

When she got home, she got her first good look at herself. Her
face was bruised and a generally bloody mess. Her tits were
already shades of black and purple, and her legs were covered
with what had run out of her holes.. Her next big event would be
a date with the douche bag and ice pack, followed by an hour-long
shower.

Liz would not soon be able to put the experience of her big night
out behind her. There was a period of about a week when poor Liz
could not move her body in a way as to cause any motion of her
big battered tits, as this would cause her great pain, and here
holes were good for nothing at all. The black and purple marks
which totally covered her tits would not fade away for over two
months. I've always thought that tits look best that way, but she
might disagree.

Oh, I should add that I had the opportunity to see those black
and blue tits for the whole time it took them to recover, and
that this story was a lot easier to get than the others I've
collected, because Liz is my wife. Her experience hasn't changes
her all that much; she's still the same stupid cow she was when I
married her, but now at least, she's a bit more interesting,
because we have the night she was a "truck stop whore" to talk
about.

Perhaps some night as you're driving along a dark road, you'll
spot a young lady in need of some roadside assistance. You'll
have a decision to make. You can get yourself sweaty and dirty
changing a tire and be rewarded with a quick, "Thanks a lot," or
you can turn the lady's dilemma into a memorable experience. Of
course, the choice is entirely yours.

