Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Summer night
A bead of sweat ran down between Emily’s naked breasts and got soaked up in the bed sheet covering her hips. The heat in her one room apartment was oppressive, summer in Atlanta was bad, a heat wave in Atlanta was worse but both with a broken down air condition was a nightmare. And Emily had to endure for the last three days, if her happiness 4 months earlier had been justified. Then she had learned that she was accepted as dancer of the Georgia Ballet in Atlanta, allowing her to leave cold and clammy Maine behind. Right now cold and clammy actually sounded delicious, it might give her finally the chance to catch some sleep. With a sigh of resignation, she slid out of her bed, her pale skin shining in the dark. She walked to the window and opened it wide, with the result of more warm air blowing in. What was wrong with this town, it didn’t even cool down at night. She crossed the room and opened another window hoping to create same draught for further cooling, assisted by 3 fans distributed through the room. After she went back to her bed, she trashed around for another hour, until she finally fell asleep.
A dark figure moved out of a corner next to the window. The broad shouldered man had stood there for the last half hour, his dark features and clothing made him almost invisible in the darkness, particularly if he waited without moving a muscle. Or if he was honest to himself, there was one muscle that had moved quite a bit watching the naked young woman trashing around in her bed, illuminated by the moonlight and stray glow of the city. Her boobs were a lot smaller than he liked, but the pink tips contrasted nicely with the light skin. Her figure was slim but muscular; one long leg had sneaked from beneath the sheets on top of it, presenting a cute bubble butt. His plan had been to clean out the place, but it looked now as if there might be a little bonus to be had. He looked around the rooms finding the laundry hamper, with some pantyhose or stockings hanging over the side, a smile split his dark face, and a plan began to form.
Emily awoke with a start has a rough hand clapped down over her mouth, as she tried to open it something soft was forced into her mouth, filling it completely and suppressing any sound she made. In her panic it took a moment to realize the foul taste it left in her mouth. Afraid for her life she started to trash around with her arms and legs, trying to hit the dark figure bending over her. But her hits had no effect on the broad shouldered man. Suddenly that man decided he had enough, and just dropped his big bulk on her slender form pinning her to the bed. Suddenly she felt a bit of room between their bodies, she decided to use it and tried to turn to slip out of the bed. The maneuver was as much a success as it was a failure. She managed to turn on her stomach, but realized her mistake as the man grabbed her arms, and forced them on her back, holding them in on gigantic fist. Emily felt something soft against her wrists, encircling them and suddenly pulled tight, fixing her arms in place. Fear now took completely hold of her, she came to the conclusion that if she didn’t get help, and soon she would be in terrible problems. A naked tied up woman was no contest for a determined man. She worked with her tongue against the gag, but before she had worked a significant amount out of her mouth, something passed her field of vision, in the little light it looked like pantyhose, and was tied around her mouth, forcing the gag back in, ensuring it to remain in place.
The intruder tied the knot firmly behind her head, enjoying his handiwork. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder turning her on her back, making sure to keep sitting on her lower legs, keeping them immobilized. He liked what he saw the arms tied behind her back forced her small tits to point forward, with all her upper body shaking in fear and anger. The gag looked very pretty in her mouth; he wondered if she already recognized what was filling her mouth. After so many hot days, it wasn’t very surprising that her hamper had contained some rather aromatic panties. He hadn’t really looked through them, but he first one he grabbed smelled quite ripe, so that he decided it would be nice in her mouth and on her tongue. The bright powder blue colored ball still could be seen behind the pantyhose he had used to fix the gag in place. He had other pantyhose left, which he then ripped apart in the middle; her eyes followed his movement as he tied the ripped hose to the head and foot board of her bed. He released her right foot, and brutally ripped her leg towards the headboard tying the free end of the hose around her ankle. The woman tried to evade the tension by moving her torso towards the foot board. He grabbed her still free ankle and tying it to the foot board, spreading her legs to such an extreme extend that not only her outer labia were wide spread but also her inner lips were forced open. The man then got of the bed looking at his victim.
Emily winced in pain, as a ballet dancer she was practicing wide splits, but normally she would have warmed her muscles before such an extreme move. At least her exposure couldn’t get any worse. Or so she thought, as the hulking figure above her bed grabbed her bed side lamp adjusted the neck and switched it on. The cone of light centered on her widely exposed crotch. Causing the only lighted part of the room to be her wide spread sex and to a small extend her breasts, due to the position of the lamp, the intruder melted again in the shadows, making it impossible for Emily to see him, or get an idea what he was doing. That was until a dark skinned hand came down and pawed her sex, Emily wished she hadn’t a fully shaved vagina, but that was a professional hazard. The tight costumes the ballet company was usually wearing clung to the body like a second skin. So if one wasn’t willing to present a camel toe to the audience, a lot of dancers wore a wide adhesive tape over their sex, obscuring the form. Pubic hair while also easily visible under the costume would also cause some unpleasant entanglements with the adhesive. She had tried it once, and it was enough to say that she preferred razors to Brazilian waxing.
She was a pretty one, completely at his mercy, with her pink pussy open wide, offering a spot of color between her milky white thighs. Wherever the light hit her body, it was reflected by sweat. His strong suspicion was that this was likely all the moisture she was going to show him. He could try to lick her nice open pussy, and as inviting as that little hole looked, it wasn’t practical, and he wasn’t wearing a mask and didn’t feel the need of increasing the chance of her identifying him. He also had already spent quite a bit of time in this room that he hadn’t planned on. He extended his index finger and began to push it into her unprepared pussy. It wasn’t exactly dry as the Sahara, but fucking that dry pussy would hurt her, and even worse him. He pulled his finger back, and put it in his own mouth, tasting the salty taste of her sex. He coated his finger thickly with saliva and returned it to her inviting opening, parting the velvety folds, beginning to move it forwards and backwards, sawing in and out of her pussy.
Emily couldn’t believe it, that swine was fingering her poor spread vagina, without any shame. His thick finger hurt her, but as he increased the rhythm of the sawing motion, she noticed her body to respond. It wasn’t sexual desire, it was sheer self defense, but her face turned red as she realized that her most private place turned against her. The men took the finger out of her crotch, looked at it and then drew it over her mons pubis, leaving a little trail of liquid. She then felt the finger back at her entrance, pushing forward. A fraction of a second later, she felt a second finger entering her, moving in and out in a frantic movement, finger fucking her in earnest.
He felt her pussy turning wet, or at least wet enough for him. He pulled his fingers out and decided to give her something to remember, wiping his fingers with her wetness under her nose. This would force to inhale with every breath the odor of her musk. That was fine with him, if she was already chewing her panties, she might also smell her wet cunt. This thought reminded him that it was time for the main attraction. He opened his belt, dropped his pants and shorts, freeing his raging erection. He moved the lamp again, shining the light now straight into her face. For his needs the moonlight was sufficient. His massive black dick, contrasted perfectly with her light skin. He placed the tip of his dick against the vaginal opening and began to push forward, sliding in the first 7 inches in a single move. Hearing the young woman under him scream, only almost muffled completely by the gag. He knew this reaction; he didn’t found easily women that were willing to sleep with him again, since he was typically too impatient to take enough time for their needs, when it came to using his weapon.
Emily felt like she was a virgin again, with her own innocence violently ripped away. She wasn’t a virgin, of course not she had taken care of that years ago, but most men she slept with hadn’t been as massively built as this monster. The tender folds of her sex were not wet enough, to accommodate such an assault. As her screams of pain faded away, her pain addled brain began to notice something. She couldn’t feel the man’s balls. The way she was tied, they should be slapping against her upturned ass, but there wasn’t anything. Either that guy was more of a freak, than she thought, or ...
She never had the chance to finish the thought, since the man decided to bury 5 more inches of his weapon inside her. This time she felt the balls smashing against her ass, despite the new wave of agony, accompanied by another muffled scream, caused by his pounding member against her cervix.
He fucked her with long slow strokes, making sure the young woman was feeling the full length of his dick with every stroke. The only pity was that he wouldn’t last long in such a nice and tight pussy. He prolonged the inevitable, as long as he could, but baseball statistics only get you so far. And with a grunt of endless satisfaction he started to cum.
It had of course come to this, she felt his weapon convulse and shiver deep inside her vagina. Until now she had hoped, beyond hope that he wouldn’t put his filthy seed inside her. She tried to think in how much danger she was, being pretty much between two periods, as she felt his warm seed erupting inside her. It felt to her that it took hours while he shot stream after stream of semen towards her quite fertile womb. Ultimately he grunted and pulled his deflating cock out, leaving her quivering vagina gaping empty. It might be futile, but she had to try getting rid of the sperm, applying all her considerable body control, she tried to squeeze as much of his seed out of her as she could. And she seemed to have success, as she felt the first drops, running down her thighs and asshole.
As he pulled his shorts and pants back on he saw, how her abdomen was convulsing, and her pussy lips were opening and closing and a small quantity of white liquid being expulsed from her used hole. If he would have asked what pie he preferred his, choice would be always cream pie. He turned around and spent the next 20 minutes ransacking the apartment. He found 50 dollar in her purse, a cheap phone that he left, and credit cards that he took. In a cookie jar he found a small roll of twenties, coming up to 480 dollar. On a small table he found a laptop, that seemed to have doubled as TV, he took that as well. Last he checked the fridge, which was quite empty, but still contained a beer and a small tray of ice cubes. Deciding to take both, it was a hot night after all; he opened the beer and took a deep swig.
Emily was growing desperate; her rapist took his time to ransack her apartment, taking everything of worth. The bastard even had the nerve to take her last beer.
She more felt his presence than that she could see him. But she was sure that he was standing again between her spread legs. The next sensation was as unpleasant as everything else this night. A sharp shock of cold hit her clit. Then the feeling continued along her pussy lips and went deeper.
He looked down as the ice cube vanished into the young woman’s pussy, in his opinion that little hot hole deserved some cooling, reaching for a second cube. Under great protest from her he managed to force a total of 5 ice cubes into her sex. Which left him with 3 more, and while he wasn’t into anal, he decided her ass was at least as hot has her pussy.
Emily cried for shame, pain and hurt by cold radiation from both her vagina and her anus. The asshole had pushed 3 ice cubes down her colon. Then turned round and left without a word, through her front door, which he left leaning open.
It would take hours for the ice to melt completely and stop hurting her. The cold water mixed with some of the sperm, and other things was trickling down her thighs and messed up her bed sheets, making her lie in a puddle of wetness.
If her neighbor was true to his schedule, he should be coming back from his night shift job around 5 a.m. she knew because it was the time her alarm clock would ring. So it was very likely that to be rescued another man would get an eyeful of her.
At 5 a.m. sharply her alarm clock switched on the radio and she heard the mournful voices of John Travolta and Olivia Newton John
Summer dreams ripped at the seams. But oh, those summer nights.
The end.
