Title: My Sister's Rapist
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: 1 of 1
Keywords: M/F, anal, oral, rape, humil
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Short Summary: Young woman confronts the man who raped her 
sister to ask the question 'WHY?' Will she allow him to show her?

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" My Sister's Rapist "
By Phoenix Arrow



If a guard had looked down from his perch upon the prison 
watchtower, he would have seen the shiny green car now pulling into 
the prison's visitor parking lot. Still watching, the car would have 
come to a stop in a haze of dirt and gravel, allowing him to see the 
long auburn hair visible through the driver side window.

This, clearly getting his attention, would have allowed him to then see 
the long pair of legs emerging from it's opening. Never failing to give 
his approval of beautiful young women, the male guard would have 
certainly whistled her way. Yet it would have done him no good to do 
so, for she was not here to be flattered for her good looks. As a matter 
of fact she had rather important matters to attend to, one in which she 
took very seriously.

Taking a moment to gauge her surroundings, the woman gave a slight 
shiver at the sight of the main building of this prison. The very evil 
seething through it's walls more than enough excuse for the out of 
place woman to clutch her purse tighter to her body while making her 
way towards the visitor center.

How odd she must have thought, for a prison to have a 'Visitor Center', 
as if this were some sort of amusement park. Clearly this was no such 
place. Only the most wicked of men could call this place home.

Walking along the concrete walkway she soon found herself at the 
door to the center, through which she passed. Instantly she was 
greeting by the rough looking guard positioned at its entrance. Despite 
looking over weight and very unhappy about his job, the man perked 
up at the sight of the lovely young lady. 

Taking the time to show him her license, the guard soon found her 
name listed on the clipboard in his hands, confirming her appointment 
for the day. Placing a check by her name he gave her a plastic visitor 
ID card and, with longing regret, pointed her towards the main guest 
receptionist. He looked on with typical male lust at her backside as 
she moved on her way. 

Sitting behind a glass window in the wall, also looking rather pathetic 
was a middle-aged woman. Despite her boredom she to came to life at 
the sight of a visitor. Both women were soon involved in a brief, 
monotone discussion mostly pertaining to the visitation request of 
prisoner 7438.

Prisoner 7438 was one of the prison's newest residences, having 
arrived within only the past week. According to the clerk behind the 
counter, this was his first and only visitor to date.

Within another moment, another guard led the young woman to the 
visitation room. On her first impressions the room appeared rather cold 
and uninviting, being devoid of any decoration aside from the two 
guards standing in either corner. The only noticeable features besides 
the round white clock on the back wall was the large, thick glass 
window covering the front of the room. On the other side of it, 
thousands upon thousands of human filth were undoubtedly kept. On 
both sides of the glass were two long tables, each containing about 
eight empty chairs. Having her pick of the lot, she chooses a seat in the 
middle of the table.

And there she sat waiting, staring impatiently at the closed door on the 
other side. It was somewhat frustrating that she had to remain in 
suspense for his arrival. She had gone over this meeting so many times 
in her head. About what she would say to him, how she would look 
into his eyes, how she would act when he opened his fowl mouth.

She quickly lost track of the time, finding her ears focusing too hard 
on each and every tick of that clock. Occasionally she would look 
around to see the two guards, both of whom flashed shy smiles 
towards her every time. Simply having the guards there in the same 
room gave her the extra bit of confidence she otherwise wouldn't have.

Suddenly far off in the distance she could here the cold clicking 
sounds of multiple footsteps approaching. It came from the door in 
front of her. A vision of a long echoing hallway filled her mind as the 
steps grew louder and louder. With each mysterious step her fingers 
shook more and more until she made fists to hold them steady.

By now the sounds were just on the other side of the door. Her heart 
pounded inside her chest as she heard the metallic sound of locks and 
levers being released. There was a pause, and then the door was 
opened.

There he was. Total evil himself. The robber of the mind, of the body, 
of the soul. The man she had come to see.

Led by a guard holding his left arm, the man crossed through the door 
and brought into the room. His hands and feet were shackled and his 
orange prison suit glowed brightly against his gloomy face.

Instantly he noticed her, roving his eyes through the glass to focus at 
the unexpected visitor apparently here to see him. Like the guard in the 
tower, her beauty had not escape his attention either.

A curious smirk formed over his stiff jaw as he was brought to the 
chair before her and made to sit upon it.

Until now she had yet to look him in the eyes. She tried when he first 
came in, but her nervousness overcame her. This visit had been a long 
time coming. She had been both anxious and determined about this 
meeting the very last time she had seen him in court. 

That day she watched with mixed emotions as the verdict was read 
allowed. "GUILTY" were the words that she and her family had hoped 
for and she remembered watching him be led unceremoniously out the 
courtroom and off to prison for many many years. That day she knew 
she'd eventually be sitting right here full of questions. Questions that 
needed answers.

He was now sitting directly in front of her. She had resisted the whole 
time, but now she had to look at him...in the eyes. Raising her brow, 
for the first time since the trial she was looking into the soul of the 
Devil. At least the devil in her family's life.

Both stared at each other in silence. He had no clue who she was, but 
she knew very well who he was. He was the man who had raped her 
sister.

Another moment went by before she finally picked up the phone. He 
stared for a second longer before picking up the receiver himself.

"Do I know you?" The prisoner asked with a scruff voice.

The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but first only managed 
an inaudible sound. Quickly clearing the nervousness she began.

"You may not know who I am, but you should." He reacts by raising 
an eyebrow, thrown off by the statement. "Do you not recognize 
something in my face? The familiarity of it? The torment that it must 
surely be in? The absolute anger it has towards you?

The raised brow lowered as he studied the woman across from him. A 
blank face was all he could offer for a moment before shaking his 
head. "Lady, I haven't got a clue who you are."

"YOU RAPED MY SISTER!" 

Everybody in the room jumped at the sudden outburst from the female
visitor. The guard quickly followed with a grunt, letting her know she 
needed to tone it down. The only other reaction to her outburst was the 
new, evil grin on the prisoner's face.

"Well well well, so you're the twits sister!" Her eyes narrowed at the 
insult. "Now that I think of it, you do sort of look like her."

"YOU BASTARD!"

"Calm down girly. I admit you do look prettier than she does, but from 
where I'm sitting I think she got the better breasts of the family."

The woman held her breath for a few moments, too shocked by the 
crude way this man has started the conversation. She knew he 
wouldn't be too kind to her, but none the less she wasn't fully 
prepared.

"How can you talk like that? Have you any remorse? Have you any 
humanity? Did you know she spent almost a week in the hospital 
recovering from your brutal assault?"

"A whole week? Such a wimp. A real woman would have taken it with 
a smile."

Her jaw dropped as she shook her head slowly from side to side. This 
man was as abnormal as she had guessed. This man had raped her 
sister and been thrown into prison for it. Yet all he could do was gloat 
before her.

"YOU RAPED HER! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Another 
grunt from the guard.

"No not really. In fact I don't even consider what we did rape."

"Than what would you consider it then?"

"Sex, pure and simple. That's all it really was. If you had been there 
you would have agreed. She was a Class A bimbo that night. She 
couldn't have begged harder for my cock.

The woman felt that awful feeling deep in the pit of her stomach as she 
listened to him describe her sister in such a fashion, and it was making 
her sick.

"Keep talking like that and I'm out of here asshole!"

For the first time, he appeared to actually take offence to something, 
"Go on then, get! Why are you even here?"

"I came to confront the man that defiled my older sister. To look into 
his eyes and demand he tell me why he did it. Why he had to take such 
a wonderful human being and fill her life with such terror. That is why 
I am here sir, to question YOU!

For the first time he wasn't happy and was now looking at her very 
seriously, "And what do you see now that you are here, staring into my 
eyes?"

"Evil. Inhuman evil."

A burst of laughter erupted from his face, "HAH! I take that as a 
complement."

She knew that would be his reaction. A man like this would take 
satisfaction in being seen in such a light. Again she shook her head 
sadly.
 
"Have you no pity? No remorse for what you did to her?"

"As I said, not really. We both had a lot of fun that night and I 
personally took great pleasure in having that beauty in bed. It's not 
every day a hot piece of ass like her throws herself at a guy like me. I 
know she acted all tormented and pathetic in the courts, but babe I was 
there. I saw just how 'tormented' she really was on my cock."

"She told me she begged and begged for you to stop. Screamed for 
your mercy and you never once let up your brutality."

"If you would have been there that night, you would have understood 
why. She was wetter than a mule even before I laid my hands on her. I 
saw it in her eyes. The lust all girls get when they're being taken like a 
woman."

"What kind of a man are you?"

"Don't kid yourself. You would have been just as excited as her that 
night. Being sisters I'm sure you can relate. It would not surprise me if 
you've gone to bed a number of times since dreaming it was you in my 
apartment that night instead of her."

"NEVER!"

"Its ok if you don't want to admit it. I understand the need for women 
to appear dignified and pure. Having wet dreams of getting taken by 
the same man who 'raped' your sister would completely undermine 
that. It would completely shame you and your family if they learned 
your thoughts. But your secret is safe with me."

She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or reach through the glass and rip 
his face off. Perhaps both. "You really are sadistic?"

"That I am doll, that I am. I simply cannot deny it. I thoroughly loved 
hearing that beauty moan as my cock pierced her moist cunt. It was 
music to my ears. And her breasts, my goodness her breasts. So large, 
so soft, so lovely. I just knew I had to make them red and tender. 
Squeezing and needing. Ah yes....."

"You BASTARD!" She was breathing fire as she yelled, "Don't you 
EVER talk about my sister like that. You tormented her body with 
pain and humiliation. Don't you DARE make it out to anything it 
wasn't. She STILL cant even put on a bra with out...."

"Take it easy Bitch! She was practically thrusting those titties into my 
face begging for me to abuse them. I gave her EXACTLY what she 
fuck'en wanted. And I'll say what ever the hell I want to say. They at 
least haven't taken that away from me in here."

The man was now just as heated as she was, his voice steadily rising as 
he spoke to the pretty woman sitting just two feet away from him, 
separated only by a thick wall of glass.

"Did you not hear a thing she said in court about you? How she 
couldn't do enough begging to make you stop? How she cried and 
cried for you to stop violating her?"

"Yes yes, I heard all about it. Her performance for the jury was quite 
convincing. Its a shame so many of them were women, or I don't think 
I'd be sitting where I am today."

"Your exactly where you belong. You ruined an innocent person's 
life!"

"She was not so innocent my dear. If you had been at the bar that 
night, you would have said the same thing. She was flirting and 
dancing with almost every guy in the place. Rubbing her barely 
dressed body up against theirs, teasing their cocks like the whore she 
was. She should consider herself lucky that I just happened to walk in 
there when I did, or she'd had a whole gangbang on her hands."

"Your plain sick. All she was doing in there was getting a drink. 
Sitting there by herself, lonely, hoping a nice guy would notice her. 
She thought you were such a guy when you walked up introducing 
yourself. She told me how charming you acted, like a real gentlemen. 
Boy was she ever wrong."

"I tried to act all chivalrous for her, but she wanted no part of it. By 
only the third drink, all she wanted from me was my cock between her 
legs!"

"You slipped something into her drink. We all know it. Just because 
the police couldn't proven it...."

"She didn't need pills when her hand slipped onto my thighs and 
squeezed my cock through my pants."

"No means NO!"

"Excuse me?"

"All she wanted to do after you drugged her was to go home. But you 
didn't did you? Instead you dragged her back to your apartment 
and...."

"I didn't drag anybody. Sure she was a bit drunk, but when a girl puts 
her hands on a man's package, there's only one way the night is going 
to end."

"She said NO! Over and over she said it! Even when you pushed her 
through the front door to your apartment. Even while you removed her 
cloths from her numb body. She said NO!"

"Sorry to have to tell you, but I heard differently. She was doing an 
awful lot of moaning and mumbling as I unclasped her bra and rolled 
her panties down her thighs. You see all you pretty little ladies play the 
virtuous bitches all the time. No way you'd ever admit to being the 
wonton sex sluts you really are. Never wanting to admit you want to 
get fucked every waking moment of your lives. So when a fella finally 
shows up and TAKES you like a MAN should take a woman, the only 
resistance you can put up is a pathetic no. And of course all the while 
your face is flushed, your nipples are hard, your love box is wet, and 
your panting like a bitch in heat! As was she as I tugged her panties off 
her feet!"

The female visitor tried her best not to follow along with his mental 
images. But the sight of her sister's vulnerable body on the verge of 
being raped inevitably popped into her mind. This did nothing to quell 
her high tempers. 

"This is the 21 century. Women have rights. When we say no, that is 
the end of it. THAT is the reason why you're sitting on the other side 
of this glass. Despite what you think you did that night with my sister 
your here to pay for your crime, a crime of rape!"

"Go ahead and keep telling yourself that if it makes you and other 
women feel more justified while still dreaming about strange men 
ravaging your bodies. Keep acting all prissy and innocent while still 
getting wet thinking about surrendering yourselves to your submissive 
female lust. We give you girls too many rights now a days and now 
I'm sitting in here paying for it. A girl gets to dress and act like a 
complete slut, tease guys, lead them on, beg for the hardest fucking of 
their lives, and then cry 'RAPE' afterwards when they've had a chance 
to think about it. You women make me sick!"

"Do they still make men like you? I thought your kind died out some 
time around the 50's."

"Very funny, but you still need men like me. Men who aren't afraid to 
touch a woman. Men who can still act like a man and take what he 
wants, when he wants. Men who see a woman acting and dressing like 
a complete slut and treat her as if she is one. Yet because of that dirty 
little secret you women keep, you have to throw men like me in jail for 
my sacrifice, so you can still go home to your pathetic wimpy 
husbands and be the good girl. You and your sister should be thanking 
me."

"OH THANK YOU so very much you kind dear sir. How can I ever repay 
you for taking my sister's dignity away from her? For ruining our 
family's lives in an instant? We bless you for your sacrifice!"

<Chuckle> "You are too kind my dear."

"Were you thinking how much of a man you were when you were 
brutally sodomizing her? Were your sick homoerotic fantasies finally 
being fulfilled while she screamed from the unnatural pain?"

"Hah, nice try. But actually the only thing going through my mind as I 
fucked that tight ass of her's was how much of a pig her squealing 
sounded like. I've never seen a girl get into it so much. It was really 
quite a sight. You should have seen the way she begged me to fuck her 
ass harder."

"She told me how horrified she became when you told her would you'd 
be entering her rear. That she pleaded and cried for you not to enter
there. That she'd do anything if you could spare her the pain and 
degradation of it. But all you did was laugh at her screams as you 
pushed, ripping her apart. Your not a man, your an animal."

"As I recall, it was a little the other way around. She was begging for 
me to fuck that ass harder and deeper. That she'd do anything I wanted 
if I did. What a horny slut your sister was."

"Gosh your demented. I hope your getting your ass raped inside this 
prison every day. I hope big ugly men are lining up in the showers for 
a piece of you. I hope they're making you scream just like you made 
my poor dear sister scream."

"I hate to disappoint you, but its just not that way at all. In fact many 
of the men are here for the same reasons I am. So we can sort of relate 
to each other, sympathizing about the absurdity of horny women 
crying rape. But thank you so much for your gentle concern about my 
prison sex life."

"Was my sister the first woman you've raped or where there others?" 
There was a change in her tone, one less of anger and outrage, and one 
of concern. Where there other women who suffered at this bastard's 
hands?

"As I said, I don't consider what I did rape, so as far as I'm concerned I 
never raped any body. Your sister was simply the result of two 
consenting adults engaging in rough, animalistic sex with out all the 
annoying foreplay."

"I feel sorry for your mother. The pain and embarrassment you've must 
have caused her all your life. I didn't even see her attend the trial. She 
must be that ashamed of her son."

He took a brief pause upon the mentioning of his mother. For the first 
time she wondered if she had finally struck a cord.

"No, I don't think she would have approved of a lot of the things I 
have done in my life. She is a woman after all. Never the less I am 
what I am, a real man. What I did to your sister is what she always 
wanted. A stranger to ravage her, to make her feel like a woman. After 
I was through with her ass, she turned around and eagerly sucked my 
cock like the disgusting whore pig that she is. And to think, even while 
she worshipped my cock into the back of her throat, she was planning 
how she would profess her shameful innocence's in court. The fucking 
whore!"

"Oh she was thinking about court alright. From the moment you tore 
her blouse off and held her hands together she was thinking how she'd 
be sending your sorry ass to prison. And here you are today you 
bastard. Right where she knew she'd send you."

"Oh and you were there? Like you witnessed what really went on that 
night? If you had, you would have seen the true slut your sister was. 
The grunting bimbo that rode my cock for all she was worth. The same 
tramp that sucked my cock to hardness countless times. The tits she 
mashed into my face as she came and came. The absolute whore she 
truly was and is."

"NEVER!"

"Oh I forget. You do have your sister's blood don't you. Perhaps you 
could imagine what went on then. Perhaps you could relate to the 
feelings your sister must have had. The desires, the urges...."

"The pain, the humiliation, the agony...."

Honestly I'm sure there was some of that, but not directly from me. I'm 
sure it did hurt when my cock pushed its way up her ass, despite the 
begging for more. It wasn't until court that I fully realized the sheer 
humiliation she must have had at being a complete slut with a stranger, 
knowing how her family would have felt about it. The guilt must have 
been great."

"You honestly believe all that don't you?"

"You bet your pretty little ass I do. And I'll tell you what else I believe 
sweetie. Had you been there instead, you'd have acted the exact same 
way as her. You would have been the same grunting, cumming, horny 
sex pig your sister was."

"HOW DARE YOU!" She was now back to full fire breathing status at 
this latest insult. She glanced at her long nails and cursed the glass for 
being in the way. She'd give anything to sink them into that smug face.

"Look at you acting all virtuous now, but tell me this, why are you 
here?"

"I told you why, to confront the man who RAPED my dear sister."

"That part is obvious. But what were you looking to find out when you 
finally confronted me?"

"To find out what kind of a beast would do such a thing? To look into 
his eyes and attempt to understand WHY?"

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care what you believe. I HAVE looked into your eyes and I 
HAVE seen the demon inside. You are a cold blooded animal who is 
exactly where he should be, locked away in prison for a very very long 
time."

"How would it feel?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's what you are here to find out. How it would have felt if it were 
you that night, surrendering your body and your mind to me. Not this 
silly nonsense of looking into my eyes. Your just trying to hid the real 
reason why you are here. There is a real one isn't there? One your too 
ashamed to admit even to yourself."

Her eyes narrow at the man across from her.

"I don't know what strange, twisted garbage you are talking about, but 
i think I've learned everything I've wanted to know...." She made like 
she was going to get up and leave, but he was not about to let her go 
so easily.

"Does your sister suspect? Does she know her younger sister thinks 
about it all the time? Dreaming and fantasizing being taken forcefully 
by a handsome stranger? Wanting, begging to be ravaged way into the 
night as his cock thrusts and pounds inside you."

"I have no such dreams. I am not one of your sick female fantasies. I 
am a real woman. A woman who...."

"GO ON, SAY IT! A woman who has come here to learn what it feels 
like to get 'RAPED'. There, Its been said. You want to experience what 
your sister experienced. Your jealousy of her is more than apparent. 
Jealous that she got to live out that dark fantasy while you remained 
safe at home, playing with your virbrators and cock teasing your 
boyfriends. But now your here to change all that aren't you?"

Her eyes were no longer narrow, but growing quite wide as she slowly 
shook her head no.

"You cannot deny it. I see it in your eyes. You want it, you want it 
bad. A chance to be the bad girl. To beg for your sister's "rapist' to 
rape you! Go ahead slut...ADMIT IT!"

"...no..."

"Then leave you stinking twat. Leave and go home to your big sister. 
Go and watch her struggle to stand, her thighs still too weak to carry 
her weight. Go home and never know the joy and passion it took to 
make her that way. Run off and always wonder what it must have been 
like, what it would have felt to have my thick cock deep inside you, or 
the taste of it as it pushes into your throat. Your sister knows all too 
well, but you will never. You will never know how my hands feel 
around your tits, squeezing and pinching. You will never know the 
sting of my swatting hand on your ass. You will never know the 
moment of pure female animal lust as my cock presses against your 
inviting asshole. You will go home where it is safe and sound, always 
staring at your sister, always wondering how it all would have felt, 
always wondering if it should have been you!

There was no response from her this time, except to only sit there, eyes 
wide, breath paced, staring at the animal across from him who had 
raped her sister. And who now wanted to rape her as well. He just sat 
back and smiled knowingly at her. He knew what her answer would 
be. They always wanted the same thing.

Slowly she rose from the chair, never once moving her eyes away. Her 
breath still quick, she opened her mouth to speak:

"Goodbye Sir! I hope they keep you in here for a long long time."

With that she hung up the receiver, turned around and walked out of 
the room, never to return again. The only thing of her that remained 
was the faintest smell of female musk, and the quickly drying moist 
spot on the chair she left behind.


The End!
My Sister's Rapist


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