Rape Stories

Warning!

The Internet Teaser

by Scott

Linda spent so much time online. She'd made some friends along the way. But mainly, she found men that made her feel wanted.
It didn't matter if they wanted to take her to dinner, their intent to wine, dine and seduce her. Openly expressing their desire to make long slow love to her all night long. The thoughts of sweet, gentle kisses caused her heart to race.
Then there were the others.
The ones that told her all the sick, demented things they wanted to do to her body. She would hold long sessions playing with her sweet pussy while these animals told her how they would fuck her, where they would fuck her.
Then she made the horrible mistake of engaging an animal that not only WANTED to fuck her, but one that had EVERY intention of fucking her.
He thrilled her with his stories. She would read them again and again, each time, her pussy gorged her cum.
This was all it was, she told herself.
She was married. Between her husbands work, the kids, her job, she was left hallow and unfulfilled sexually.
So while Linda didn't like what she was doing, and knew her husband would have a shit-fit, as long as she kept it online, with the occasional phone conversation, she felt ok in the end.
The final error on her part was giving Scott, her latest internet "friend" her home phone number. It was his stories that drove her wild. And when she finally relented, giving him her number, she knew she would enjoy it.
Sure enough, when he called, she was already fingering her pussy. His voice reached out to her, calling her to higher levels of passion. He told her, ORDERED her, to slide her fingers into her pussy. She gasped, screaming in orgasmic ecstasy.
Just after their first conversation, Scott told Linda he wanted to meet her, needed to meet her, NEEDED to meet her.
While Linda felt ok with her fantasies of men, other than her husband, ravaging her body, she would NEVER actually DO it.
Scott would not let up. He would not take her no as an answer. In the heat of the moment, Linda finally agreed to meet him. He told her to go to the O'Charley's in a neighboring town. This was the most convenient meeting place, while neither would risk being spotted by friends or family.
As soon as she agreed, she knew she'd made a mistake. While Scott was pressing hot and heavy for them to meet, and she knew deep in her heart that she would never really go through with it, she couldn't think of anything else to say. Sure she could have just told him no, and told him not to mention it again. She could cut off all communication with him. After all, the internet was full of men that would love nothing better than exchange hot, steamy cyber sex with her. But that might also mean the end of Scott's stories. He would average sometimes 1 a week, if not more. Each touched a secret, needy place in her heart. She just didn't want them to end.
So, she screwed up and agreed to meet him.
When he arrived at O'Charley's, he waited for her. The appointed time came and went. He gave her the benefit of the doubt, she'll show. She wouldn't DARE stand him up. He'd told her, among other things, he had every intention of ramming his meat stick up her sweet ass, milking her thick, fat milk sacs. She LOVED the idea. He'd found yet another "friend" that shared his desire for sick, twisted sex, engaging in all of his favorite fetishes.
When she was 30 minutes late, Scott was fuming. The lying cunt had really stood him up.
Unbelievable.
At first, he was passing ok with the idea of just walking away. Fuck the fat bitch. Afterall, there were women all over the place that needed his "special" brand of "attention".
A few weeks later, he even decided to change his screen name, starting all over. He copied his buddy list and listed the women on his list he was still interested in keeping contact with.
Linda's name was on that list.
He didn't even do it consciously.
Her name just seemed to pop up one day when he was online, searching for more friends.
He was in the right mood. That was important. Everything was just in it's proper order. His wife was being her usual bitchy self, with her regular headache or exhaustion. Work was being a major pain. And he hadn't really been having much luck.
And Linda's name showed up on his buddy list.
He said hello to her, figuring she would blow him off, cock teasing slut that she was. She's just one of those cyber sluts that need to get off at a keyboard, and would never deliver when it really counted.
She responded, and they began talking again. She quizzed Scott about the new screename. He cut thru the bullshit, asking why she'd set him up. She gave some lame answer about her husband and the kids. Scott knew it was crap and she was playing him.
But...
Once in a long while, things work out.
So, he decided to go for it 1 more time.
He told her to meet him.
Same place.
She said she could make it.
Scott thought long and hard about it.
If you stand me up, you WILL regret it, he warned her. The message was unmistakable. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME! IF YOU FUCKIN' SAY YOU'RE GOING TO BE THERE, HAVE YOUR ASS THERE OR ELSE!!
She said she'd be there.
Apparently, she either wasn't listening, or felt safe and secure blowing him off, again. After all, the internet, and even the telephone, offered so much security and anonymity, right?
Scott knew the type. This wasn't the first cock teaser he'd run into, wouldn't be the last. He knew how to put the little bitch in her place. Just exactly how.
He took a couple of days to figure out just what he wanted to do, and exactly how. He was going to take his time with this bitch, and get all the satisfaction he wanted from her.
10 days later, he finally had everything worked out. He got online, waiting for her. Finally, she popped onto his list. Naturally, she acted like she didn't see him. There was no e-mail or IM from her apologizing for standing him up for the 2nd time. Even when he popped up, she never mentioned blowing him off, again. He played it cool, at first. He asked if something happened. She gave the same lame excuses, her husband didn't go into work, so she couldn't get away. Are you still wanting to meet, he asked? Oh yes, she gushed. Well, the cunt really liked to play the game, fine. Scott asked Linda if the next day would work. She was off for a holiday, and her husband and kids would be gone, so that would work fine. During all of their conversations before, Linda had mentioned her neice. She was also married, and was expecting. As a matter of fact, the baby was due anytime. Scott had made passing mention of bringing the neice along. Oh no, she would NEVER do anything like that, Linda went on and on about how her niece was a "good girl".
Anyway, Scott told Linda to meet at the same O'Charley's. Sure, she just couldn't wait.
The next day came, the meeting was set for noon. This 3rd meeting was just another in a long line of fantasies for Linda. It had become regular, that she didn't even make note of the fact that noon was fast approaching. At 11:45 am, Linda was booting her computer up. It was just then that she remembered that Scott was expecting her. She smiled, men were so stupid. The would jump thru any hoop, as long as there was a good fuck at the end. Oh well, if this meant the end of his stories, she could always just visit the website he posted at.
She was still in her bathrobe when she heard the knock at the door. Who in the hell was that?
All alone, even here in the country, she knew to be careful about who she opened her door to.
Who is it, she called out?
The only answer was another knock at the door.
Who's there?
You know goddamned well who this is slut, now open this fucking door.
She couldn't place the voice. She thought she'd heard it before, but couldn't place it.
Look, you either tell me who you are, leave, or I'm calling the cops.
You don't want to do that bitch. You ain't standing me up again, now OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!
The cold chill ran down her spine.
Scott?
Yeah, Scott!
What are you doing here? How did you find my house?
Look bitch, I've got no intention of playing 20 questions with you. You going to open the door or not?
Scott, you need to get out of here. My husband's going to be home soon and you'd better not be here.
There was a pause.
Scott's voice began, it was almost mechanical, like he was reading something. The words were familiar, then she realized just what he was reading. Oh my God, she gasped to herself. He was reading their IM conversations. The bastard had kept their conversations.
The door swung open.
Linda stood there, in her robe, holding it closed.
Scott peered in, eyeing her up and down, admiring her body.
Well well well well well... What have we here?
Linda's eyes were wide with panic.
Look Scott, I know I told you I would meet you. I know this was the 3rd time, but I can't. I just can't. I'm married. I can't do that. Look, you're married too. You MUST understand. I just CAN'T do this.
Scott merely tilted his head slightly, graphically showing he was eyeing her. He was undressing her with his eyes, and she knew it. Sub-conciously, she tightened her robe more, covering her body with her arms.
Scott, I meant it when I said my husband is due home soon. If he finds you here, it's going to be an awful scene.
Well then, I guess I'd best not be here.
Linda bowed her head, slightly shamed for what she'd done.
If I were going to cheat, it would be with you, but I just... I just can't. I am so sorry. I hope we can still be friends...
The look in his eyes caused Linda's voice to trail off. He was so angry, hostile. Then almost mockingly confused.
Hey, did you think I was leaving here alone?
W-what?
You got 3 choices:
1. You go back to your bedroom and change. Hop in my truck. I drive us to a secluded spot and fuck the shit out of you.
2. You gawk at me, then you follow me to my truck in your bathrobe and I do the same.
Scott paused.
A-a-a-and the 3rd choice? Linda's voice was now quivering. Her mind was racing, trying to catch up to what was going on.
The 3rd? Well, the 3rd choice is, I hop in my truck, drive off your property and wait across the street for your husband. As soon as he drives up, I wave him down and show him the conversations I had with his cock-teasing, slut wife. Then, I slip into your kids school, you know, the one you work for? And paste copies all over the walls. Then I go to your husband's work, and do the same. You fill in the blanks what happens to you then.
Y-y-you wouldn't.
You wouldn't dare.
Well, that's always a possibility. Then again, are you really ready to gamble on that? After all, I did track your sorry fat ass here. Didn't I?
W-w-what do you want?
Oh bitch, you know EXACTLY what I want. And I'm either going to get it, or I'm going to completely fuck your life up. Just think, hubby sees all the sick shit you said to me. Telling me how much my sick shit got you wet. Think he'd enjoy that?
Linda backed away, repulsed at Scott's words.
Scott, meanwhile, was obviously just getting started.
And can you imagine all your friends and co-workers seeing just how pathetic you are? How twisted and demented you are? Oh, you're going to be VERY popular. Then again, I'm SURE there are men you work for that will LOVE hearing this. I wouldn't worry about that too much. After the school board get's ahold of this, I'm SURE they'll take steps to make sure you don't get anywhere NEAR that school. Oh and let's NOT forget about your kids. Damn, that's going to suck, all their friends knowing what a cunt you are. And hubby? How COOL is it going to be, all his co-workers telling jokes about his slut wife. I would like to place a bet on who loses their job first, you or him.
W-wh-what do you want?
Bitch, I TOLD you what I want! Now, what's it going to be?
Where are you going to take me? What are you going to do?
Well, I'm going to haul your juicey ass off to the trace, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, play around a little while, then if, and ONLY if, you take care of business, I'll bring you home. Hell, I might even buy you something to eat. Scott's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
O-o-okay. I-I-I'll go change.
She turned, started to close the door. Scott's foot was in the door. She started to protest, but the look in his eyes dashed that idea. She turned, padding down the hall towards the bedroom. It was like an icepick in her heart when she heard Scott behind her.
MMMMMMMMMM, he moaned, as his hand cupped her plump ass.
At her bedroom door, she turned to him, please, just wait here. I swear I'll be right out.
Nah, I think I'll join you, enjoy the show.
Linda turned. Her trembling hands opened the belt of her robe. She felt his eyes on her as she undressed. His breathing deepened when he saw her bare ass.
Turn around bitch, gimme a good look at what I've got to play with here.
Ashamed of her nakedness, Linda slowly turned. Her arms instinctively covering her exposed titts and crotch. Scott waved his hands, an obvious sign for her to move her arms. Linda was devastated. This was the only man in years that had ever seen her body exposed like this.
Ok, if hubby's on the way home, you'd best hurry.
She quickly turned, pulling a pair of panties, then socks out. Grabbing her jeans and a loose top, she dressed herself.
Ok, let's roll.
As she walked past Scott, she nearly leaped out of her skin when he slapped her on her ass. She tried to gulp down the fear. Her mouth was dry, and she was well on her way to panicing.
Hanging her head low, she nearly ran to his truck. He hopped in first, leaning over to unlock her door. She climbed in, clinging to the door, anything to stay as far away from him as she could. Scott drove off, having no regard for the hell and torture she was going through. Fuck it, this was NOTHING compared to she was GOING to experience. The drive seemed like hours, but was really only 30-45 minutes. Scott drove down the Trace. He drove into a pull-off.
Ok bitch, get outta my truck, Scott ordered.
Linda's hands were in a full tremble, barely able to open her door. She got out, Scott hopped out as well. From behind, she felt him shove her forward. Keep going till I tell you to stop.
Linda nearly tripped several times on the uneven ground.
Ok, that's good here.
Linda froze. This is it. He's really going to do this.
Turn around bitch.
She turned slowly. Scott was unbuttoning his pants, sliding his jeans and shorts down.
Well?
Linda was confused, unsure of what he wanted her to do.
Strip bitch. NOW!
S-S-S-Scott. I am begging you. Please don't do this. PLEASE don't make me do this. I have a husband. I have kids. Doesn't that mean ANYTHING to you?
Scott's eyes narrowed.
Guess you should have thought about them when you were finger-fucking yourself. Guess you should have thought about them when you told me how much you WANTED me to fuck you. Now, I think I told you to STRIP!
Linda's fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Dropping the blouse to the grass, she reached behind her, unclasping her bra. Her nipples hardened immeadiately, exposed to the cool breeze. Mechanically, she reached down, opening her jeans, sliding them down with her panties. Kicking her shoes aside, she stood before Scott wearing only her socks.
Them too bitch, I want you bare assed NAKED!
Reaching down, she slipped off her socks, her body now fully exposed to Scott and anyone else that happened by.
Scott reached out, grabbing Linda by her hair, dragging her face towards his crotch. His hardening cock rammed into her mouth, filling it. Linda knew what to do. She knew what he wanted. She knew she had to give it to him. It seemed to go on forever. Her head lurched back and forth, Scott fucking her face. Scott's free hand slid down. Linda felt his hand sliding over her left hand. Oh shit, she cried to herself, just now remembering one of Scott's MAJOR fetishes. She felt her engagement ring sliding up her finger. She tried to pull her hand away, to no avail. She knew full well he wasn't going to stop. Finally, she just gave up. There really was no stopping him. She knew this from all of the goddamned sick fucking conversations he'd had with her. Linda was sickened even more so when she remembered how much this excited her. Past tense. Now, it frightened her and made her sick with dread. It didn't matter that the diamond in her engagement ring was small, puny even. It was just the fact that Scott knew just how devastating this was to a married woman. When she felt her thin gold wedding band pried from her finger, Linda clinched her eyes shut. Those rings were the only material thing she really cared about. They were a symbol of the sanctity of her marriage. Scott knew this and was relishing every single sick fucking moment of it. She made the mistake of glancing up, just in time to see him gawking at her rings he was holding. Almost enthralled by them. To Scott, they were a symbol. Eventually, Linda felt Scott's balls tighten. His cock began to twitch in her mouth. She braced for what came next. His jizz squirted into her mouth, seeping into her throat. She gagged, trying to swallow. Finally, he released her hair, his knee forcing her to the ground.
Still staring at her rings, a look of absolute passionate rapture came across his face. Well, I guess we know who's cunt you are now, don't we bitch. The fact that this was a statement rather than a question only made it worse. Scott was supremely confident now, and with every reason to be so.
Ok whore, on your knees. And be QUICK about it!
Linda rolled over obediently. She felt the head of his cock probing her dry pussy. Slightly pushing his hips forward again and again until the tip of his rod was passed the lips of her pussy. When he was nearly an inch into Linda, Scott rared back, ramming his cock deeply into Linda. Her body wracked with pain, she shuddered, trying her best to take in his cock. Pumping his meat into her mercilessly. Finally, her pussy began to lubricate. The tender flesh opened to the invader, and she began to grind into him, trying her best to end this as quickly as possible.
Just as her body really began to respond, Scott yanked his dick out of her, sliding it across the opening of her asshole.
Oh God, not YET, Linda hissed.
Scott slapped her ass. His open hand leaving its mark with each slap. Again and again, he spanked her. In the meantime, his cock ground into her ass.
I never wanted this. I swear to God, I NEVER WANTED THIS, Linda moaned.
Who gives a FUCK what you WANTED BITCH!
Flexing his hips forward, his cock impaled her ass. Scott had no mercy, no pity. He was fucking her like the cunt she was acting like online. Now she was paying oh so dearly for it.
Pulling back, then ramming it back in, Linda groaned in agony. Scott was loving this, and she knew it. The fact that she was in hell only made it that much sweeter.
Finally, her anus began to loosen to accommodate his meat stick. Her face was ground into the grass, her fat ass sticking up in the air. She heard him groaning. The warm, thick goo burned the stretched, torn flesh inside her ass.
Scott rocked back, a thin line of his cum leading to her bruised, bleeding ass. Her puckered anus was inflamed, and the cool air did nothing to ease the pain.
Well, I'll say this, you were right. You have a GREAT ass for fucking.
Linda collapsed, silent and cowed. She tried to curl into the fetal position. She could barely move. Her mouth was bruised and numb. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was gourged with her own unfulfilled orgasm, only making her condition worse.
Scott stretched, almost yawning. His 2 orgasms left him nearly exhausted. But, he wasn't quite done with this cow just yet.
He glanced down. His cum, her cum, her shit, coated his cock. It was deflating, and he wasn't ready for that just yet.
Hey cunt, roll your ass over here.
Linda glanced over, her eyes meeting his.
You heard me, get your ass over here NOW!
As her aching body crawled over towards Scott, he pointed to his cock. Take care of this.
Linda nearly wretched. He always said he wanted this too, she remembered. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, circling it. At first gentley stroking it, the picking up the pace. His soft cock just laid there for a minute. Then it began to respond. Leaning over, she kissed the head. Trying to moisten her tongue, she licked from the base of the shaft to the tip. Her lips closed over it, causing his cock to swell. Scott reached down, jerking her off his cock, tossing her onto her back. Quickly swinging his leg over Linda, Scott straddled her chest. His fingers dug into the full sacs. Cruelly kneeing them, his fingers pinching the nipples, twisting and tugging them. Sliding them down, he roughly massaged her titts. Then wrapping them around his cock, holding them closed over his rod, his other hand reaching down. Sliding it behind her head, forcing it to tilt forward. Each thrust driving between her full titts, the tip of his cock poking into her mouth. Savaging her breasts and her mouth, Scott soon began to moan. He leaned back, letting a groan escape his lips.
Suddenly his rock began to spew the sticky goo. It squired her face, her tits, covering them in the thick warmth.
Swinging his leg over Linda, he grabbed her discarded panties, wiping his cum and her spit off his cock. Tossing the soiled panties at her.
Ok bitch, I'm done now. I got shit to do. If you want a ride home, I suggest you get some clothes on.
Linda did all she could to ignore the pain coursing throughout her body, getting her clothes on as soon as she could.
Scott was dressed long before she was. She began to run after him as she tried to pull her jeans up, made all the more difficult since she was carrying her shoes. She had lost one of her socks and her bra. She just had no time to look for them. If this animal was willing to do all of this to her, it wouldn't be much of a stretch for him to just abandon her here.
Sure enough, he was starting the truck just as she got to the door. His truck started to back out. Linda began to beat on the window, begging for Scott to let her in.
Finally he stopped. He unlocked the door. Linda almost thanked him. Scott was silent for most of the trip. Just as they drove up to her street, Linda peered forward. Her husband's truck was already in the driveway.
Scott was giving no indication that he was going to stop, he seemed perfectly willing to drive up, Linda's body showing every obvious sign she'd been fucked royally.
Scott, you can't. PLEASE. I am BEGGING you not to do this.
Well, I got shit to do, so where...?
Just stop here. I can walk back from here. If he sees me getting out of your truck, looking as I do...?
Sounds like your problem, not mine. But, if that's how you feel...
Scott's truck rolled to a stop. Just as Linda began to get out of the truck, Scott grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
What NOW? Linda's voice begging...
Well, I thought you might like to hear something.
Scott pulled a cassette tape out, popping it into his radio. After a short pause, Linda heard Scott's voice giving a date and time. Linda's voice followed. It was their phone conversation. The son-of-a-bitch had taped their phone conversation.
I just thought you might like to know about this. If you decide to grow a conscience and call this in as a rape, you can rest ASSURED this tape will be defense exhibit #1. There's not a judge or jury in the land that would convict me after hearing this. And, do I need to remind you who ELSE might get to hear this?
Linda froze for a moment. No, she knew full damned well who he was talking about.
One last thing bitch? If I EVER tell your ass to meet me somewhere, you had BEST manke DAMNED sure you are there.
Linda shuddered. Then shook her head yes. She understood.
Scott's truck drove off. Linda noted that her husband was in his tool shed, working on his tractor. She decided to slip into the house. It took her some time to clean up, but she managed to do so, just finished dressing before her husband came in. She managed to lie her way out of her husband's interrogation. Just before she went to bed, she gave a quick thought of just taking the computer and throwing it out the door. But, she knew full well that would do nothing but piss Scott off.
Scott, meanwhile, made the 2nd turn away from Linda's house. He slowed. Another truck pulled up along side.
You get it?
Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah, the other driver said. Got ALLLLLLL of it on here.
He tossed Scott the video tape. The 2 exchanged evil grins. Scott followed his cousin to the bar. The 2 took great delight in planning all the fun they were going to have at this cunt's expense.
OHHHHHHHHHH yeaaaaaaaahhhhhh, they were going to have a LOT of fun before they were through. On the way back to his truck, Scott paused, patting his hand on his shirt pocket. The rings inside made a clinking sound. Damn, the stupid bitch never asked for them back.