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Happy Holidays Perverts! part 2
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I read in a magazine recently that a survey was done in the USA. Targetting highschool and college students. The survey asked: If you could rape someone with absolutely no chance of being caught, would you? I don't remember the exact number, but it was in the 60-70% range that said yes! Over half the people out there would rape someone! Now I like the idea of being raped. Forced to do all kinds of things. Beaten up. Choked. All that kind of stuff makes me really hot.
Now the new me, the post-ImageFap perverted me is not a shy me. I'm a me that makes shit happen! Soooo........
I know a guy, a pretty big, strong guy. He's like 34. He and I fuck whenever he's home. He works out west, on the oil rigs or whatever. I was at his place watching some movie with him one night, I don't even remember what it was. Anyways, there was a rape scene in it. I remember being so horny because of it I basically started poking around between my legs right away, which lead to me sucking his cock. Which lead to sitting on his cock. LOL. We talked a bit afterwards about that scene and I told him how much I liked it. We talked some more and ended up playing it out a little bit. It was awesome, as far as we could go anyway. Busy neighborhood. And neighbors that wouldn't appreciate hearing a lot of screaming. Which would lead to police. With them not being so understanding of finding an abused me tied to this guy's bed. It was good though, he fucked me hard and rough. I was being really sore the next day. My wrists mainly, but my shoulders hurt too.
We've played that way quite a lot recently. He's home for Christmas so I've been seeing him often. Anyways I kinda came clean to him about how I like to do things. And about this fantasy thats been making me ache for a long time. We decided to do something about it! I arranged for Monday and Tuesday off from both jobs so I could heal and look normal for the normal people. And we cooked up a little plan for him to "catch me" walking homeon my last night, from the the home where I babysit..
I was working 5pm-11pm that day. When I was ready to leave I went to the washroom and changed my clothes. I wore the shortest skirt (with some nice white cotton undies, no easy pussy access for him!) and tank top that I owned. No coat, its oddly still pretty mild here.
(On a side note, I'm pretty sure "Lisa" (mom of the two kids) was checking out my ass when I bent over to pick up my bag. Gonna need to investigate!)
I'm sure you can figure out how the story goes. I left to walk home, and I picked the darkest most secluded path that I could. I live on the beach more or less. There are paths everywhere here. Touristy thing I guess. All kinds of boarded up summer homes and stuff. Its normally very very quiet this time of year. Quiet enough I can masturbate on the beach and there's no worries of being seen. Anyways.... sidetracked.
I'm walking along trying to feel as innocent as possible (lol).
For a big guy he moves really quiet, it totally surprised me when he came up from behind. He said Hi Princess. So I knew it was him. Then grabbed me around the throat. I remember him saying "Stay quiet bitch or I'll fucking gut you!".
It was part of the plan for me to fight back, so I tried. I remember trying to hit him in the face with my bag. But I'm so not a fighter. LOL.
It didn't bother him at all, he just slapped me then grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled. It ripped the shirt, but my bra stayed on the whole time. More or less, both of my tits were out of it, but it was still fastened.
He made some kind of grunt, or groan or something and started walking me off the pathway. Mind you I was struggling the whole time. The only thing off limits was a kick in the crotch lol.
I didn't want to ruin him. He got me about 20 feet or so from where the sidewalk is, and slapped me again. Then threw me down, hard. It knocked the breath right out of me. He got on top of me and forced me to roll onto my stomach. Then he grabbed one arm, and yanked it out from under me. He put one of those plastic tie things on my wrist. The kind of things they used for garbage bags. Then put his knee on my arm so I couldn't pull it back while he grabbed the other and yanked it back. Eventually he had both arms tied behind my back, tight. Then he rolled me over on my back, which hurt. He tore off what was left of the front of my top and stuffed it into my mouth. Then pinched both nipples really hard.
I don't remember the exact words, but he basically said to me that he was going to fuck me. There was nothing I could do about it. And if I kept trying to get away he'd kill me, and then fuck me anyway. I nodded I think. And he slid down so he was sitting around my ankles. He reached up my skirt and started to pull my underwear down. I figured I'd play a bit more so I managed to slip my feet out and kicked him on the chest. I remember being surprised when it actually pushed him over. I tried to push myself backwards from him. Which for the most part only managed to pull down my panties and scratch the hell out of my ass. It took like 5 seconds before he was on me, pulling me back. Scratching my ass more. (ouch) He got on me in a rush and grabbed me by the throat then hit me. I'm pretty sure he actually knocked me out. The next thing I remember was having my face pushed into the dirt, ass up in the air, and him fucking me doggy style. From that point I "gave in". I just enjoyed feeling him inside me. I'm not sure how long he lasted, I came at least once. When he was ready he got up and sorta foot shoved me onto my side. He got on his knees beside my head and took out the gag so he could face fuck me. My mouth was so dry though. He just jerked off on the side of my face and then stuffed my shirt back in my mouth.
Then he pulled me up to my feet using my hair. He told me something like.. "That's enough for now. I need to get you someplace private." He pushed me towards the sidewalk and I fell. So he just used my hair as a leash and pulled me over to it then pulled me back to my feet. He slapped my ass and told me to "Move!". He'd kick me now and then sometimes making me fall. He'd just spit on me, then kick me in the ass or tummy. Then haul me up by the hair again.
That might have been the hottest part of the whole night. Its cold, the only light is from lamps along the path. My skirt...gone. My panties...gone. My top is now a vest. My bra is stretched all out of shape. My tits out to the breeze. My mouth and nose are bleeding. Not to mention my ass and knees. Or the 10 or so other minor scrapes here and there. He had me walk the rest of the way like that. A good 10 minute walk. Woulda been something if we had met someone on the path.
But we didn't. We made it to my place. I had him make of movie of me. Kinda showing off all the damage lol. Two things that make me hottest. Drips of blood on my tits. And a clearly visible boot print on my left hip.
No. I'm not showing you the movie. I have my own little personal sexual scrapbook of the things that mean the most to me. And that's now part of it. Off limits! :)
Now........Would I actually appreciate walking home some night and being raped for real? Not a chance. However. Fantasy is cool. It's what brought me here. What I'd like to know is if any of the 60-70% majority from that survey is here on this site reading this. If you are. If that kind of thing makes you all hard, or wet. Then send me a message!
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Posted on : Dec 7, 2008
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Commented on Dec 10, 2008
lol I'm with longhairfish.
Though, to be fair, I was already getting off because I'm used to your blog posts being hot as all hell :P
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Commented on Dec 7, 2008
Jesus! I had to go beat off half way through the story!
Excellent :)
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