WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. This particular story features characters under the age of 18. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.
The Jewelry Store Girl: A Rape Minute Story
An Original Story by Vile8r
It was just an after-school job. Something she could do after classes. Sarah could make a bit of spending money, maybe put some away in a savings account. The 19 year-old college student had never had a savings account of her own.
It certainly wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Her uncle was lying on the floor, unconscious, bleeding from a wound to his head. The man had hit him pretty hard with the baseball bat. Her aunt was also on the floor, her arms and legs wrapped up with duct tape, another strip of tape wrapped around her mouth. The men had used the big roll of tape Sarah’s uncle kept under the counter.
The other man held Sarah, pressing a knife against her left cheek. His other hand…..Oh God!……his other hand wandered across her body. First he had been groping and squeezing at her breasts. Now, it was pulling up the hem of her skirt.
Tears rolled down her face, and her whole body quivered. She felt like she was going to lose control of her bladder…..she was so scared. Like her aunt, Sarah’s arms were pulled behind her back, her wrists tightly bound with duct tape. Tape also covered her mouth, making it hard to breathe.
“You hold still, you sexy little cunt,” the man hissed in her ear.
The other man stood in front of her, licking his lips, rubbing the large bulge Sarah could see in his pants. He was black and so scary-looking. His eyes were like an animal’s.
The man holding Sarah was white, but also terrifying. He was tall, with a beard and lots of tattoos, his gut pressed at Sarah’s back.
It was just a normal Friday evening, Sarah’s aunt and uncle were just closing up the jewelry store. The three of them were in the back room, tidying up some stock. The two men had burst in, from where, Sarah wasn’t sure. The front doors were already locked. Had these men been hiding in the store, waiting?
“Little white bitch has got a pretty hot body,” the black man said. “I say we have some fun. Get our dicks up inside ‘er!”
“I could go fer that,” the bearded man said with a lecherous grin. “Been a while since I had a piece of ass, and ’specially not a hot, little tight one like this.”
Sarah tried to squirm, as the other man’s hand pulled her skirt higher, exposing her panties. She held her legs together as tightly as she could, but the man pressed the knife tighter.
“Open up, slut, or you fuckin’ bleed!”
Reluctantly, Sarah moved her legs farther apart. In her struggles earlier, she had lost one of her high heels, and it was difficult to stand with only one shoe. She let out a muffled squeal as a rough hand was pushed down inside her panties…..to her most private place.
Sarah was forced up onto her toes, as a finger penetrated her hard and brutally. The men laughed.
“Yeah,” the bearded man chuckled. “Little hottie’s nice and tight!”
“I fix that with my big snake!” The black man sneered.
“I’ll bet you got a boyfriend, don’t you?” The white man asked her.
Sarah nodded slowly. She thought about Shawn, likely sitting at home right now, wondering why she hadn’t texted him yet, like she always did after work. They were supposed to go out tonight.
“Was he going to fuck you tonight"? Sara, tears streaming down her face, didn’t respond.
The man shoved his finger inside her harder, feeling that the college girl was getting a little wetter. “Answer me, cunt!”
Sarah nodded, knowing that the answer sealed her fate.
"Well, you’ll have to tell your skinny-dicked boyfriend he missed the boat tonight.”
The man finally took his hand out of panties, and Sarah was shoved down onto a pile of boxes, only a few feet away from where her aunt laid. She could hear her aunt, crying and whimpering through her gag, but Sarah looked away.
“The fat-ass on the floor, she can watch me fuck you!” the man snarled.
Sarah tried to brace herself for what was about to come. Stop crying, she told herself. Don’t give him the satisfaction, as she tried to strengthen her resolve. But it was no use, she was too scared.
He was behind Sarah, and she couldn’t see him, but she could hear the sounds. The sound of his zipper being pulled down, her skirt being pushed up, her panties being tugged down on her hips, cool air on her exposed skin.
His erection brushed against the back of her thigh. She prayed for it to be over quickly. She hoped it would be gentle and not hurt too much, but she knew that wouldn’t be the case.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. At that same time, he thrust himself deeply inside of her, his fat, thick cock eliciting a loud scream from Sarah’s gagged mouth. He held his position there, listening to Sara’s frantic screams. After a few seconds, he pulled back and again forcefully thrust forward, Sarah’s reactions stiffening his already firm cock. He repeated this several times, drawing out the rape and enjoying Sarah’s struggles against him and her binds.
Then he began to rhythmically and roughly fuck her, maintaining a firm grip on the back of her head as he violated the young woman, right in plain view of her aunt and uncle.
Sarah’s cries and moans grew louder as the intensity of the rape increased. She felt as if she was going to be ripped apart. Tears poured out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she felt each punishing thrust. She couldn’t focus on anything else but the savage way he was mercilessly fucking her. His thrusts increasing in both amount and force, he pulled out and let his seed spray across her bare ass and back.
He let Sarah’s head drop onto the boxes. She knew her usually pretty face must be a mess of tears and smeared makeup. Her whole body was sweaty from the ordeal, her blouse clinging to her.
“Now, it’s mah turn!” she heard behind her.
The black man was getting onto his knees and she heard again, the sound of a zipper opening. “Be prepared, you hot little bitch. You gonna get a goooood fuckin’!”
He slowly stroked Sarah’s s tear stained face, as he whispered to her, "Only thing is I ain’t gonna pull out! Gonna leave you with a permanent reminder of our wonderful night together.”
Sarah bucked like a wild animal that had been shot, letting out screams of wild agony as his thick, large cock penetrated her like a spear.
Sarah’s aunt closed her eyes, so she didn’t have to see, but the noise she could not escape.
The noises her niece made. Wild, frantic, animalistic screams though the tape on her mouth, the slapping of the black man’s heavy body against Sarah’s tender flesh.
The man with the big beard knelt down beside her, his hand slid along her thigh. “What’s the matter? You jealous the little girl gettin’ more than you? Well, you gonna get a turn! For an old bitch, ya still got a nice body."
Tears ran down Sarah’s cheeks as she heard the frenzied screams of her aunt and the tearing of fabric as the man began clawing at her aunt’s dress. She heard his sickening grunt as he mounted the older woman.
But Sarah had other problems of her own as the black man’s thrusts became more forceful and insistent. The quickening of his breath signaled to her what was about to happen. Her whole body clenched as his thick black shaft twitched and pulsed inside her tight channel, spilling his foul black seed into her young womb.
It was a night of horror, and it wasn’t over yet.
THE END
