Rape Stories

Warning!

Christy and Angela

by Scott

Please read the previous tales regarding Christy (The New Teacher tales), and their continuation (She's Not Teaching Anymore).

At the sound of his clap, the fire in the pit grew. Slow, methodic music filled the room. Angela looked over to Christy, who returned her gaze.
What do we do, each communicated silently to each other.
I said DANCE!
They looked back to him. It wasn't so much that they refused to dance. Neither woman knew what to do, what he wanted.
Dance, or I'm finished with you, he said in frustration.
The women hesitated another moment, he rose to leave. Paniced, knowing that they had been told things would only get worse, Christy decided SOMETHING had to be done. She didn't know precisely why, but Christy knew Otto wasn't exaggerating when he warned them.
Softly, she took his arm. In surprise, he looked at her, expecting her to attack him. Instead, she slowly let him back to the massive bed. Purposefully turning from him, Christy closed her eyes, concentrating on the music, the moment, the mood that needed to be set.
Ok girl, time to work.
She opened her eyes, nodding to Angela who was now completely freaked. You could barely tell that she had just given birth less than a week ago. She began to sway with the music, letting it spill over her, leading her with each note. Lifting her arms, she fully gave her body to the rythm.
Gyrating and dancing her way towards Angela, taking her arm, leading her. For her part, Angela was at first stiff, robotic, resisting Christy. Her resistance earned her an evil look and a hostile whisper. She couldn't quite make out what Christy tried to tell her, but she got the idea. Slowly, Angela began to loosen up.
The 2 women began to dance more freely. On occasion, they were in each other's arms, their arms and legs mingling. When Angela glanced back in mid-movement, she saw that the "client" was well pleased.
Ok, I guess this is what he wanted.
Both women began to tire, but kept pressing on.
Now, let's see how much you 2 like each other...
His statement almost made each woman freeze in mid step. Each gave the other a fleeting look. It was all that was needed.
Each woman KNEW what he wanted, and neither was willing to put up much of a fight. Slowly, still moving with the music, each took the other in their arms. Angela took the lead. Her fingers were laced in Christy's, pulling her towards her. Christy knew what was coming, but was still quite surprised when Angela's mouth locked on hers. The tongue was an added touch she could do without.
MORE, the client yelled.
I want MORE!
Biting her lower lip for a moment, Christy made a decision. Raising her hands behind Angela's back, grabbing the top veil, she jerked downward, exposing Angela's bare back. Using the remaining veil, she spun Angela, forcing her to face the client with Christy behind her. Christy then seized the remaining top veil, tearing it away. Angela's titts and nipples reflected the blaze from the fireplace. Christy's hands quickly slid down, tearing away the veils from around Angela's hips, revealing her now completely naked body. Quickly seizing Angela by her shoulders, Christy led, shoved actually, Angela towards the client. At the edge of the bed, Angela felt her body both being shoved onto the bed, and turned. She landed on her back, basically at the feet of the client.
Basically afraid to look at the client, Angela ignored him, acting like he wasn't even there. She did, however, glare between her now bent legs at Christy. What the HELL was this bitch up to now???
One thing was obvious, Christy was really playing up to the client now. But, what did she have in mind? It only took a moment for Angela to realize.
Christy's fingers slid down between Angela's legs. They caressed, massaged their way all the way to Angela's pussy. Once there, they pryed the lips open. Her thumbs in particular were paying attention to Angela's pussy, finding their way to her clit. Angela was not able to hold in her gasp.
Things went from bad to worse when Christy leaned in, taking Angela's pussy in her mouth. Christy's hot breath aroused Angela's clit even moreso.

Angela was caught completely by surprise. By the time she had gathered herself enough, her pussy was already wet, her clit gourged from Christy's manipulation. Christy's mouth was now sealed over her pussy, her tongue sliding in and out of Angela's pussy.
Angela had never considered herself a prude. Indeed, her step-father had been her first real sexual experience. With her mom out cold on the couch, her scotch and pills doing their work, step-daddy "needed love". And she did feel love. She even appreciated the fact that she could earn his exclusive attention.
BUT, she'd never felt this before. Sure, she'd always had a vague desire to see what it would be like to have a woman make love to her. She'd gotten close in college. Unfortunately, her roomate had chickened out, just as Angela had. No matter how much schnaps they'd drunk, they just couldn't stop giggling.
However, she wasn't giggling now. Now, Christy was driving her crazy.
Maybe it was all the abuse she'd taken that got her mind and body accustomed to this.
Maybe it was the music, infecting her soul.
Maybe it was the fact that the "client" was thouroughly enjoying this.
The client.
He was lying on the bed. Rolling onto his side, his hand slid over Angela's body, finding her titts. Drawing one to his mouth, he began sucking. His tongue dove into the tender flesh, flicking the nipple. Circling the ring, her nipples were now fully erect.
She closed her eyes. The deep, gutteral moan, slid from her throat. Her head began to turn from side to side.
So wrapt in her pleasure, Angela didn't realize until it was too late, that the client had released her nipples. Her head was turned to the side, when suddenly her mouth was filled with his cock. Rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth, violating her supple lips. It was so large. He was like an animal, driving his rod deeper into her mouth. It was different than when Tyrone, Otto and company had violated her. They were only interested in breaking her will, her spirit.
But this man, this man WANTED her.
His passion filled his meatstick, throbbing and swelling in her mouth.
Too late, nearly as a form of utter defeat, Angela was deeply aroused. She knew she was cumming. The orgasms built and flooded over her mind again and again. Christy only made matters worse, sucking her pussy, gulping in her cum.
The client rolled over, his legs straddling her face. He was basically in the missionary position, but was fucking her mouth instead of her pussy.
That was fine, Christy was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her.
Angela felt Christy's fingers probing into her. Clawing, inching into her pussy. This drove Angela out of control. In her moaning, her blowjob became all the more intense. The client began to grunt, her lips sealed around his rod, her tongue flicking the tip, begging for it's juices.
When Christy slid her finger out of Angela's pussy, covered in shiney goo, she pryed her ass cheeks open, her lubed finger probing into Angela's now puckered asshole.
Angela could just stand no more.
Her back arched.
She lost her breath.
Her fingers curled, locking onto the sheets, tearing at them. Instinctively, she opened her legs further.
She gulped the client's cum. Her throat was coated in the goo. She swallowed, gulping again and again, milking the rock.
Meanwhile, Angela's crotch exploded in the largest orgasm she'd ever felt. Her body rocked. Her leg muscles tensed and released. The client, not ready to end his fun, turned to Christy.
I require more, he said coldly.
More? Sure, not a problem.
He reached into the bag he brought with him.
Angela wasn't sure what it was, but it made a definitive thump on the mattress.
Christy got up for a moment. Angela wasn't sure what was going on and in her shape, she wasn't really able to investigate.
But Christy got her attention when she placed her hands on Angela's bent knees. Bending her neck, she looked down to see Christy, naked from the waist down, and an odd looking leather belt. She was puzzled. What in the world...?
Angela's pussy exploded. The strap-on dildo plowed into her, filling her. Her breath left her yet again. Gasping, struggling to regain some semblance of control.
Christy leaned forward, resting on her hands. She was fucking Angela missionary style. Her cold, hard eyes showing the hate Christy had for Angela.
You fucking slut, she hissed.
I am here because of you. I will make you pay.
Christy raped Angela until her pussy began to dry. Angela began to sob, screaming in pain.
Finally, mercifully, Christy stopped.
By this time, the client was excited again.
Seeing this, Christy took him by the hand, leading him to another room, leaving Angela alone.
Sobbing and in agony, she curled into a ball.
What was she going to do?

Angela drifted off into a fitfull sleep. Her nightmares were filled with horrors, men grabbing her, animals they were, using her body as they saw fit. In her nightmares, Angela was helpless and abused.
The problem was, the nightmares WEREN'T just nightmares, and now she couldn't even escape them in the confines of her own mind. She was haunted, hunted and taken.
Her fitfull sleep seemed to last for hours, but gave her no rest, no comfort. She was awoken by Otto. He had her by her hair, dragging her off the floor mattress and was obviously saying something sarcastic in German, his native language. He was laughing as he drug her in the direction of the door.
Where are you taking me?
What are you doing?
Little slut, you are to be taken to your new owner, he said, his heavy accent dripping with evil sarcasm.
She was afraid to ask more. Her body slid over the slick, cold slate floor. She was basically on her bare ass, skidding. 3 rooms later, Otto deposited her.
We must get you prepared, you're going to your new home.
He opened a cabinet. Angela peeked inside. It was full of leather straps. Otto reached in, grabbing several of the straps. First, he checked the collar she already had on. It was snug and secure, while leaving just enough room for her to breath. Carefully picking out another, longer strap, Otto ordered Angela to lift her arms over her head. She complied, sheepishly. Otto wrapped the bands around her chest. There was a metallic ring in arranged in the center, nestled between her 36c cups. Otto spread the opening of the bands, sliding her titts thru them till they were fully pulled thru the opening, and Otto made no attempt to be gentle with this.
He the reached into the pile of leather, picking out the next. Jerking Angela up by her collar, standing her up. From behind, Otto fed the strap between Angela's legs. Lifting them till they rested on her hips, he buckled the 2 loose ends together, tightening the straps until they dug into her tender flesh. Angela felt just brave enough to glance down. For all intents and purposes, it was a leather thong.
The ends of the next strap was led down her belly and fastened to the strap on her breasts and her thong. The fourth was attached to her collar at the back of her neck, and stretched tightly and fastened just above the crack of her ass.
The leather at her chest dug into the flesh of her titts, squeezing them, forcing them to swell. Her leather thong dug into her pussy and her asshole. The leather was soft, supple, but was still leather and chaffed her in both spots.
Otto seized her by her left wrist, wrapping it in a leather strap with a metal ring on it. He did so with the right wrist as well. Forcing her arms behind her, she heard a metallic snap. Otto released her. Angela tried to move her arms, finding them held firmly.
Otto reached down, grabbing the leather hood. Sliding it over her head, zipping it closed in the back. He forced the oral ring into her mouth. Her teeth could only rest on it. She was now only able to breath thru her mouth, her nose being completely covered.
The blackness filled her mind, her soul. She paniced. Her mind was filled with raw fear. She was completely blind now and fairly lost it.
For his part, Otto jerked back on her leash, pulling her back onto her ass. She landed with a thud. The fall stunned her. She tried to kick, wriggle away to freedom. Otto just kept yanking her back down to the ground.
When she finally got the message, she stopped fighting. He grabbed her by the ankle, she felt the leather strap tie around it, then the other ankle. The straps were drawn tightly around her ankles, leaving only a foot or so slack to move her legs. She felt a lead strung up her bruised legs and fastened to her thong in front as well as in back.
She felt his hand on her ass as he rolled her over, so her face and shoulders were resting on the floor while her ass was in the air. She felt him tug the strap out of her ass. His hands left her for a moment. A chill ran up her spine when they returned. They were freezing cold, covered in something slick. He was smearing something over the opening of her asshole. She was expecting him to fuck her there, again. Instead, his finger slid inside, smearing the goo there. It was cold, sooooo cold. Then, the skin began to numb just a bit. He kept slathering it on her. Then pulling his finger out, her asshole puckered. Something with a rounded point was rammed into her ass. Angela tried to scream. The pain and humiliation were just more than she could bear. But the metal ring in her mouth wouldn't even allow that. She just had to lay there and take it. Otto kept shoving it deeper and deeper into her. Her ass was surely splitting, tearing apart with the invasion. All Angela could manage was to grunt, grinding her teeth into the ring, making a gutteral sound. No words, this inhumane sound was all she could manage. Instinctively, she tried to push it back out. But that only opened the hole up more, causing more pain. Otto stopped once, thinking it was in. Angela flexed her ass muscles, it fell out with a pop. He cursed Angela, shoving it back in. This time, he shoved it well past the bell portion. Try as she might, Angela couldn't force it out. Otto slapped her bare ass, proclaiming her now ready for transport.
He jerked her to her feet by her collar. Poor Angela, so off balance and not able to use her hands to regain it. She even leaned into Otto for support, receiving a rough jerk on her leash for her offense. It was all she could do to stay on her wobbly feet. The leather restraints on her ankles weren't helping any.
Otto drug her away. The anal plug did not ride easily. Sliding up and down, causing excruciating pain, even with the gel to lube it. Finally, it just seemed to pop into place. Angela managed to relax just enough that it found its spot. He drug Angela by her leash. Otto brought her to a sudden stop. Grabbing her by her arm, Angela felt a needle prick. The drugs took effect very quickly. She fell to the floor, slumped.
When she came to, she was in a cold room. The hood was still on, so she couldn't see anything. She could tell she was lying on a floor. She could barely make out muffled voices. Suddenly, she was jerked upright by her leash.
So, you are awake now. It was Otto's voice. Good, time for you to start earning your keep.
Angela was sitting up, her anal plug still in her was driven further into her. Someone grabbed the loop on the top of the hood, leaning her head just so. Angela gagged when the cock was rammed thru the ring, slamming in so far it pressed her tongue down. They were using the loop to rock her head back and forth, raping her helpless mouth.
Angela wanted to panic, scream. She was helpless and couldn't even try and fight. She was compeletely helpless and anyone that could see her knew it. The meatstick in her mouth cutting off her only means of breathing only made matters worse. She could only manage to breath in when the cock pulled back.
It didn't take long. She could feel the cock spasm in her mouth. Whoever this was, was about to cum. They held her head buried into their crotch, the rod fully rammed into her mouth when it fired off the jet streams of thick, warm goo. He kept his stick in her mouth, until he'd finished his work. When done, he flicked her head back by the loop. She landed on her back.
Someone grabbed her by her ankle wraps, rolling her over to her stomach. Her legs were yanked into the air, the crotch strap of her thong was slid aside. She felt the cock slide across her leg, just before it was rammed viciously into her pussy. Her attacker leaned into her time after time, pounding her pussy. He grabbed the ring between her breasts, twisting it. Her breasts gourged, swelled. They screamed out in agony. Her nipples were fully hardened, the blood not allowed to escape. Angela was able to groan, the cum filling her mouth and throat gurgling. The rapist finally finished, pumping his wad into her pu ssy.
She was rolled over to her stomach, the anal plug slid out. Her ass ached. Angela had no idea how long it had been there, but it had done it's work. Her asshole was swollen and stretched, which made fucking her ass somewhat less of a chore. Still, her ass folded around the cock, forming a seal. His balls bounced off her legs. Again and again, he slammed into her ass.
At last, he finished his work as well.
Angela was allowed to collapse into a ball. For now at least, she was being left alone.
Off to her side, Angela could hear someone. A female. She was moaning, almost purring. She would swear it was Christy.
GOOD! LET the cunt suffer as she was being made to. Angela was tired of Christy, tired of her shit. Fuck that whore, she swore to herself. To think, she blamed Angela for all of this, and took NO responsibility. If the stupid cunt had just told Dwight what happened, if she had just been honest and loyal to him, as she should have been, NONE of this would have happened. But NOOOOOOOOOO, she had to keep it a secret. Well that's just fine. Ok, Angela had set her whore-ass up, and now Angela was taken in all of this as well. At least SHE was suffering too. If it was Christy, she really seemed to be giving someone a good time. Figures, Angela always took her for being a slut that just wanted to pretend to be a lady.
A bit later, the jostling, cooing and moaning stopped. Angela heard the footsteps approaching. God, please no, not yet. I'm not ready...
Angela was jerked up to a sitting position by her leash. Her lips were chapped, covered in her own blood and the dried cum. Well, how did they want her now?
Whoever it was, began unbuckling the oral ring from behind her head. What fresh hell was this? The ring was removed from her mouth. Angela licked her lips and nearly wretched. The dried, crusty goo made her sick.