Rape Stories

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TV crew makes some news of their own

The Channel 31 newsroom is abuzz with a lot of activity. HONK HONK goes the police scanner, " Squad 14, please go to the corner of Main and 5th streets, there's been a shooting." Amy, the assignments editor screams, "Mitzi and Ellen, get going, there's been a shooting at the corner of 5th and Main."

Now Mitzi is the no nonsense reporter and Ellen is the college camerawoman hired for the summer. They get to the scene; Mitzi gathers the info, while Ellen films the horrible mess. The shooter has escaped into the night.

The scene has cleared and Mitzi and Ellen packs up to head back to the TV station. What are two newshounds don't know is that the shooter is hiding in the backseat of the newscar.

The shooter rises up and pistol-whips Mitzi in the back of the head. Mitzi is out cold and Ellen nearly wrecks the car in fright, but she manages to regain control. The shooter tells Ellen, " that no one will get hurt if she drives them to his sex dungeon."

When they get there, he rapes them both up the butt while the camera films away. He calls the TV station and tells them that if the crew is to live, that the sex tape would have to air on the news and he would be sure to watch. Well management has no choice but to air the tape. The newscast was the rating hit of the year and the station won numerous awards for an expose of a rapist.

POSTSCRIPT to this story: It was found out later that this was a ratings ploy and was acted out. It really didn't happen. The FCC was so mad, they shut down Channel 31 and turned it into a whorehouse.

Film @ 11 (Mff, multi-rape)

If you'll permit me a bit of plagiarism, I think you've got the makings of a decent story here. I couldn't help but notice your handle, nor it's decided absence prior to my posting here, so I figure I owe you anyway.

"Hello, Mitzi," the man's voice greets her menacingly over the phone, "I've got some news for you." "Who is this?" she asks suspiciously, and reaches into her pocket for a mini-recorder. "Oh," he comments, "You don't know me, but I know you. I've been watching you, and that slut of a camerawoman you associate with." "What's the news?" she finally prompts. "I just shot someone," he discloses into the tape, "If you hurry, you can make it there before the police." "Where?" she moves the tape recorder from the receiver quickly, then replaces it to pick up his response. "The corner, of Fifth, and Main," he informs her, "Hurry." As she takes the tape to the office to get a van, the scanner kicks in with the dispatch of units to main, and 5th. She easily gets her request, and collects Ellen, her camera operator. "This is Mitzi Delorca," the lovely Italian correspondent introduces herself to the camera, "Live-on-the-scene of yet another example of urban violence.

Ellen follows her in towards the flashing lights, and [POLICE LINE] strung across the crime scene. [DO NOT CROSS] is enforced by a uniformed officer. "I'm sorry, but this is a closed crime scene," he blocks their path, and view with his body. "We're members of the fifth estate, officer," she checks his badge, "Capriotti, we have constitutional rights in first amendment." "You have the right to free speech," he counters, "Not the right too interfere with an ongoing investigation, or tamper with a crime scene. If you attempt too, I will add the right to remain silent to the list."

He grinns up to the camera at his little joke, unthreatened by it's presence. The field reporter slices a finger across her throat, and Ellen cuts the feed. "You don't have to be an asshole about it," she turns back to the officer. He chuckles, "I'm sent out to these high profile sites with the express purpose of driving you parasites away." he grins down at her, "I love my job." Frustrated, and defeated, they retreat back to the van, pack up the gear, and drive off. Before long Ms Delorca catches a motion out of the corner of her eye punctuated by a dull thump. Looking over, she sees Ellen's head slumped against the window, and the large revolver that'd put her there pointed to her. "Hello, Mitzi," the gun-man says again. "Keep driving, or start dying."

She reaches into her pocket with her left hand, pushes a button on her recorder by feel. "If you shot me," she thinks fast, "I'll wreck, and we'll both die." He chuckles dryly, "You have to stop sometime," he points out, "If we're not where I want to be, it'll be the end of the road for you." "I'll just drive to the police station," she takes a turn. "Fine," he decides, "I'll be arrested, and you'll still be dead. You still won't enjoy your martyrdom." She sighs loudly, "Alright," she decides cowardly, "Where too?" "Turn around," he directs, "Head for the warehouse district."

Back at channel 31, a courier brings a package to the chief editor. Though white, greasy dredlocks hang out from underneath his slotted plastic bike helmet. Waiting only for a tip, he heads back to drop off some more packages. It's a video tape, in a format no longer used except for in cam-corders of third rate VHF stations. Not surprisingly, the editor's office includes a BETA machine. "This," a ski masked man gestures to a bound and helpless victim on the floor, "Is Mitzi Delorca, Live-and-on-location for news 31."

He gestures behind him to a logo on the side of the hijacked news van. She's naked, except for the tape on her wrists, and mouth. Without further ado, he unbuckles his belt, and pulls out his erection. It's already coated with latex, so there's no further preparation necessary. He kneels behind the captured correspondent, and the camera zooms in on the glistening back side. There's a muffled squeal as he brutally penetrates her. Even the dim liting, and partially obscuring angle, it's plain that he's a little high up to be abusing her cunt.

"Yeah, bitch," he talks to her as he rapes her brutally, "You dego cunts love it up the ass don't you? Filthy little whore, selling your self to expose the criminals, now you're the one exposed, now you're the story." She grunts with each of the slow forceful thrusts. The view pans up to her face, the look of pure agony plain to see. Her eyes are clenched shut, and the air is forced out of her in snorts. Tears squeeze out the corner of her tight lid. He head keeps sliding back and forth across the frame, shoved to, and fro by the relentless thrusts. It moves back down her body, past her hanging, swinging breasts, and back to her ass. The long thick slick shaft disappears into it with a wet smack at the end of travel, only to re-emerge for another thrust. Finally, it comes out altogether. The prophylactic comes off, and he grips himself to finish by hand.

The fruit of his labour leaps out, landing on her back, and bottom. The abuser sighs, grunts, and moans. Turning back to the camera, he directs, "Come here, slut," it moves in, and he takes it away. Carrying it back, he holds it on another woman, naked, but unbound. She's got quite a knot on her forehead. On your knees, "He orders, and his hand comes into view. The sights on the gun line up carefully in the frame, and point directly at the new victim's head. "Clean her off, " He orders. Ellen looks over, then quickly averts her eyes from the gun, reaching out, she gently touches the white gelatinous mess on her partner's back.

"No, bitch," he corrects her, "Lick it up like the dog you are.." Obediently, she bends, and starts licking the other woman. "That's right, lick it all up, swallow it you cum hungry little cunt. Lick her ass out, eat her shit." Finally, the semen is cleared away. The gun falls out of view, and the frame closes in wobling with his steps. Now empty, the hand reappears, and grabs the woman by the chin. A little of the goo still sticks to it. "Now swallow," he orders.

Her glottis bounces. "Saty ah!" she opens her mouth, and the camera moves in to show that it is, in fact empty. Still kneeling, the camera moves almost vertical, showing he's recovered from his climax. "Now," he soves it towards her face, "Clean me off." she looks up, eyes pleading, but doesn't speak. The gun reappears, and she looks down quickly. "Do it, or I'll fuck you with it, and blow your cunt out the top of your head." Her hair is pressed down by the muzzle, and the terrified woman obediently opens her mouth.

He rapes her throat brutally, stabbing in, and out of her slow enough to let her gasp in a breath between thrusts. She gags, but is helpless to stop him. Drool runs down her chin, and drips onto her chest. "Gugk!" she chokes as he rams into her again. He sets down the camera to free up his other hand, and now the view is from the side. Grabbing her hair, he forces deeper, bottoming out in her head, and slapping her chin with his hanging scrotum. He eyes go wide, and she strangles, but hasn't the strength to break free. Tears flow from her eyes.

The rapist moans again, and nearly falls as his legs weaken, pulling out of her throat, the woman snorts out white snot. It runs down her lips, around the invading member, and falls onto his balls. Finally pulling out completely, he lets the last of it spatter onto her face. She closes her eyes, and grimaces, but his grip on her hair prevents her from avoiding it. Finally , sated, he shoves her back to the floor. She turns aside, wretching and gasping in disgust. Bending to pick up the camera, the sadistic kidnapper speaks directly into the camera. "You will show this tonight, on the late broadcast so children won't be forced to watch, or you'll have to find yourselves a new reporter, and cameraman. The tape stopped then, disrupting to static before stabilizing to the blue screen of nothingness.

Film @ 11 (Mff, multi-rape) Part II

This is the investigation of "Film @11", there's very little rape in it, so it's much less erotic than what you're probably looking for. I just hate to leave it hanging like this. I also took the liberty of importing one of my characters, Benedict, because she's pretty much perfect for the investigator.

Channel 31 had to call the police, and the FCC. The later agency consented to showing the tape, highly censored, and with the mother of all parental discretion warnings. The former took a copy, in BETA, for analysis.

They couldn't pre-empt the news, so they did it as a "special report" at 11:30. It was plugged heavily in the broadcast, however, and that bought time for them to create a unique opening for it with the kidnapper's masked face panning across the disclaimer.

This footage is real, and graphic. It depicts the brutal rape of two of our most valued employees, and is not suitable for any young viewers. Additionally, anyone who might find this material offensive, or frightening is strongly cautioned. Viewer discretion is strongly suggested. We urge anyone with information which may help bring these missing women back alive is urged to contact the Bay Area Crime stoppers at (415) 472-2746. They are still in the hands of this armed and dangerous criminal.

He's already killed once tonight, and these women's lives hang in the balance. The following is edited for content. This is overplayed with a stern, and commanding voice reading both sections of the text. The final image is Mitzi Delocha's taped face frozen as a tear is rolling out of her tightly closed eye. As I said, the tape is heavily censored. Rather than blurring the image, the nudity is blacked completely out, and blends into the dark background. The offender is dressed all in black as well, which helps obscurer where the censoring ends.

All that's really visible is the rapist's body, and Mitzis back, and face. Her close-up is unedited. His verbal abuse is bleeped, at times to a continuous tone as the stream of profanity reaches maximum density. Fortunately, the gun covers some of Ellen's nudity while it's pointed at her, making for an excellent, if ironic shot. The oral rape is almost totally blacked out, obscuring most, and sometimes all of her face. The semen is merely blurred, but this has the same effect, you can't see much of anything, and she becomes completely unrecognisable. At about midnight, the women are discovered in the warehouse district, naked, cold, and badly traumatized. Doctor Dianne Benedict, PsyD, and "behavioural consultant" is publicly brought in to profile the rapist. "I've seen the tape, but haven't had time to talk to the victims yet." she tells reporters at a late night press conference, "Judging from his actions, and statements, he appears to be an opportunistic amateur.

The earlier shooting may well have been the first time he's killed, and could've caused a psychic break that led to the sexual rampage. All his repressed fantasies must've come out in his deluded episode of megalomania cal power, and he capitalized on the women's preasance." "Dr. Benedict became famous a year ago for capturing the "Magic Assasin" Legerdemain after two dramatic killings last November." one reporter commented after the press conference while the chief of police assured the citizenry that they where "Doing everything in our power to bring this insane man to justice." His statement was deemed less important because he was obviously drumming support for his encumbant campaign. Dr. Benedict was slightly more photogenic, as well. Her looks might've been more newsworthy if her nose was straighter. It had apparently been badly broken years before, and hadn't healed very flatteringly. On the screen, she appeared much shorter without a frame of reference, her stocky figure making her look squat.

She met the victims at the hospital, where they'd been rushed immediately. Ellen looked her up and down, and raised an eyebrow. "We've already given our statement," Mitzi snapped less than happily. "I'm Dr Benedict," she said, "Not a cop." "We've been Examined already as well," she pronounced the "E" word like an obscenity. Benedict nodded, "I'm a psychologist." "Terrific." she didn't sound thrilled. "Are you two all right?" the doctor asked. "Other than being held at gunpoint, and anal raped, I'm fine," she commented sarcastically. "And you?" she turned to the camerawoman. "I'll live," she rasped hoarsely. "I'll tell you what," Benedict reached into a pocket, obviously peeved, "Why don't you call me when you've recovered a bit?" she handed a card to each of them, "I'm TRYING to build a profile on the guy who did this to you so we can catch him." With that, she turned smartly on her heel, and marched out the door. After that complete waste of time, she drove back to the police station, and joined the party in the video analysis room.

"What've you found?" she asks the crowd around the bank of screens. Several magnified stills are visible, the gun, his open pants, his masked face, and the bound victims. "Quite a lot," one of the techs notes, "I would've preferred high resolution digital, but if we're going to get a magnetic medium, at least make it BETA!" "Is that a scar?" she leans in to point to a shot of his bared groin. Another nodded, "Looks surgical, appendix, or maybe a low knife wound." She sook her head, "That's the inguinal canal," she identifies, squinting, "hernia, or ascended testical" Several men shift uncomfortably in their seats, one mutters, "That sounds painful." She laughs sadistically, "That's when it's forced back up by some sort of physical trauma, but it's fairly uncommon. My bet is this guy's failed his 'turn your head and cough' test at least once. Looks fairly recent, maybe a year, or two." "I thought you where a shrink," another tech commented. "DOCTOR of Psychology," she stressed at the slight, "I had to get a medical degree just like all of us. It's a fairly common operation, but it ought to narrow the feild a bit. It'll also help identify him, sugary scars are rather unique, like fingerprints, or dental records." Benedict liked showing off. "Got anything on the voice?" Another came over, "I got a good print off both tapes, he deepened his voice unnaturally, but I think I can make a match." "Theres another tape?" she was as yet unaware of the pocket minirecorder. "Mit, I mean Miss Delorca was smart enough to catch him on her tape recorder." he informed her, "He called the station after the shooting, and she turned it on in the van." "I'd like to hear it," she went over to his station. On the way, she passed a station where the operator was apparently investigating internet porn judging by what he had on the screen. Then again, it might explain why he wasn't at the station.

She figured the tape, or copies of it would float around the black market for years before it got old. Not quite snuff, but at least it was guaranteed real. She listened to the recording, then judged, "He knew the victims," despite the fact that both times it was turned on after "Hello, Mitzi." "How's that?" the sound tech wondered. "It was too personal," she mused, "He knew exactly how to convince Mitzi to obey him, they sounded like fucking siblings in the van. I think Ellen was playing along, and was probably in on it, because she did too good a job filming it. She's obviously gay, so it was only when he orally raped her that she was incredibly unwilling.

She's also obviously terrified of guns. Not the normal fear of what they can do to you, but a phobic aversion so intense she can't even look at one. It even overcame her sexual aversion. She was petrified, paralysed with terror when she had it pressed to her head." "Wow," he looked wide eyed at her, "You got all that from a tape?" She shook her head, "It just got me started," she followed with a shrug, "Momentum took over from there. I'm not sure who the shooter was, but he apparently hooked up with Ellen because of a mutual crush. Maybe the boyfriend, she wouldn't satisfy his anal cravings, so they staged this too have a crack at her.

Only he kept going, raping Ellen too when he got a hold of the power." "Whoa," he held his hands up defensively, "Stop, maybe you should tell this to someone who can do something about it." "Sorry," she barely acknowledged him, and wandered off. She took his advice, though, and repeated her train of thought upstairs to the lead investigator." "So," he asked, "Who dunit?" Benedict frowned at the cliché', "Bring in the boyfriend, check him for an inguinal surgical scar, and powder residue. While you're out, pick up our gay friend with the unfortunately stereotypical name, and introduce her to Miranda." It turns out she was pretty much right, Mitzi's boyfriend had an inguinal hernia 21 months ago, and had been bugging her to, er, bugger her. Ellen broke down in interrogation, you know, cops, guns...

The stickler came with a phone call to Benedict who went home to get some damn sleep. "Benedict," she answered. "The boyfriend came back negative for powder residue," someone, she didn't care who said over the line. "So?" she asked exasperated. "He says he saw the shooting, and where the real shooter threw the gun." He went on. "Uh huh?" she barely listened. "So who was the shooter?" he finally came out with. "Don't know," she didn't answer, "Don't care, not my department," and hung up.

All right, the ending was a bit rushed, but I ceased caring a few lines ago. It's not even my damn story. I'd wasted enough time on it already.