Rape Stories

Warning!

Lori and the Mystery Rapist

by Master of female slaves

Lori wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings as she parked her car on the curb that night (the house she rented had no garage) and walked toward the front door. Her lawn was pretty well lit but there was one dark, shaded area through which she had to walk. Upon entering it she was suddenly grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was clamped down over her mouth.

“Don’t move or make a sound or I’ll kill you,” came a male voice from behind her. “Is that clear?”

Paralyzed with fear she nodded. The hand was removed from her mouth and she stood like a statue, hardly daring to even breath. He took hold of her wrists and brought them together behind her back. She felt a pair of padded handcuffs being snapped shut on them.

“Close your eyes, Lori,” the man commanded. “And keep them that way. If you so much as blink I will gouge your eyes out. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered as she obediently closed her eyes.

Her mysterious attacker turned her around so that she was facing him. She thought of trying to catch a quick peek at his face but was too afraid to risk it. Besides, here in the shadow of the tree, it was probably to dark to make out his features anyway.

“Get down on your knees,” she was told. She obeyed.

“You are going to suck my cock,” the man told her. “You are going to do an extremely good job and are going to swallow every drop. Do you have any questions?”

She shook her head.

“Very good,” he went on. Then he put his hand around her throat, “And I don’t think I need to warn you that, if you even think of biting, you will be dead in half a second. Now be a good girl and open up.”

Lori had never liked oral sex and didn’t go down on guys. This time, however, she wasn’t being given a choice. Taking the large, stiff member in her mouth she began dutifully licking and sucking it. She was careful not to even let her teeth touch his skin and prayed desperately that she did a good enough job to please him. He took hold of her hair and began controlling the pace at which her face moved up and down his cock. He didn’t say a word to her or give her any acknowledgement as a human being. It was as if she was just a mindless implement of his pleasure. Finally he stiffened and began pumping his hot cum into her mouth. Obediently she gulped it all down. When he was finished, he made her lick the last drop off the head of his cock. Then he stood her back on her feet and removed the handcuffs telling her, “I’m leaving now, Lori. You’ll hear my car start and drive away. If you move or make a sound before the sound of my engine fades I will come back and kill you. Do you understand that?”

She nodded.

“Good,” he went on. “Also, you are not to tell anyone about this. If you do, I will have to punish you very severely. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

Without another word he left. Afraid to do otherwise, she remained immobile and silent, her eyes still closed, until she could no longer hear his car then she literally ran into the house, locking the door behind her. Up to this point she had been too frozen with fear to cry but now she broke down and began to bawl uncontrollably as she made a beeline for the bathroom. She rinsed her mouth and gargled repeatedly in a desperate attempt to rid herself of his vile taste. Finally, after pulling herself somewhat together, she called the police. A female detective by the name of Renolds was dispatched and the first thing she said upon arriving was, “We need to get you to the emergency room.”

“I’m all right,” Lori replied. “He didn’t hurt me thank God.”

“You still need to go to the hospital,” Detective Renolds persevered. “So that they can take some vaginal and annul samples for DNA evidence.”

“There won’t be any,” Lori responded. “He didn’t do it ---- um ---- in those places, just in my mouth.”

“Well, there might be some seminal residue left in your mouth,” the police officer explained.

“Um,” Lori replied sheepishly looking downward. “I gargled.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Renolds told her disapprovingly.

“I didn’t think,” Lori answered lamely.

“Well,” the detective continued. “Maybe there are some fingerprints on your clothing. It’s a long shot but worth a try.”

“He wore gloves.”

“You said he handcuffed you?”

“Yes.”

“There isn’t any chafing or bruising on your wrists.”

“They were padded.”

The detective looked at her strangely then remarked, “Let me see if I have this right. You were accosted in your front yard but there were no witnesses.”

“I told you,” Lori said. “We were in the shadow of the tree. It is dark there.”

Renolds nodded and went on, “You have no bruises or marks and you washed away the evidence.”

“I told you!” Lori answered defensively. “I was in shock and wasn’t thinking rationally. I just wanted to get his taste out of my mouth!”

“He forced you to have oral sex but never raped you.”

“He DID rape me! He orally RAPED me!”

“All right,” Renolds conceded. “He orally raped you but never attacked you vaginally or anally. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“You said you couldn’t see him. Do you have whatever he used to blindfold you with?”

Lori was beginning to see how implausible her story was, “He --- he didn’t blindfold me, he --- um --- he told me to keep my eyes shut.”

“And you did it?” the other woman asked. “Even as he was driving away?”

Lori nodded, “He said if I moved or opened my eyes while I could still hear his engine he would come back and kill me.”

“You were still in the shadow of the tree, how would he have known?”

“I didn’t think of that at the time. I was too scared. Maybe I should have but I didn’t. You don’t know what it was like. You aren’t like other women. You have a badge and a gun. I was completely helpless and TERRIFIED!”

“All right,” the detective said at last. “I will see what I can find out.”

When she was alone, Lori realized that the detective didn’t believe her. She thought Lori was some sort of neurotic who had made the whole thing up for attention. She knew then that the police would never catch the guy. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even look for him!

The days passed, then the weeks. Finally, months later, Lori had started putting the ordeal behind her (though she always gave the shadow of the tree a wide berth when coming home at night). Then one night when she had had to work late and her car was the last one in the parking lot, just as she opened the driver’s side door, WHAM, something hit her hard from behind forcing her down over the seat face down, her knees outside on the pavement. The weight of a man’s body pinned her down and a hand was, once again, clamped down over her mouth.

“You know the routine,” his voice told her. “Keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut.”

Lori closed her eyes and nodded. The hand was taken away and her wrists were once again cuffed behind her.

“You were a bad girl, Lori,” the man told her. “You were told not to tell but you disobeyed, you went to the police. What did I tell you would happen if you did that?”

“P-please!” she begged. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Answer the question,” he insisted. “What did I say would happen?”

“Y-you said I w-would b-be pun-pun-punished!”

“That’s correct,” he went on. “I am going to fuck you now then you will be punished.”

With that Lori felt the back of her dress being lifted then her panties pulled down.

“Oh God!” Lori shuddered when she realized what he was going to do. “Please not there! I’ll suck you again! I’ll do it very good! Just please don---!”

WHAP!

He smacked her across the back of the head and growled, “I TOLD you to keep quiet! I don’t want to hear another peep out of you.”

With that, the man proceeded to ass rape Lori. The pain was EXCRUCIATING! She bit down on her lip in order to keep from crying out. She had only let a man try to do it there once and he had used lubrication and been gentle but still she called a halt to it when he was but an inch or so inside. This time there was no lubrication involved and he didn’t lay a gentle hand on her. He repeatedly thrust all the way in her and battered at her like a jackhammer. She felt like she wa s b eing scoured on the inside with sandpaper! Finally, he pumped his cum up her rectum and pulled out as roughly as he had entered. Lori just lay there sobbing pitifully.

“Now, Lori,” her rapist said to her. “It is time for your punishment. Don’t blame it on me. You brought it on yourself. If you hadn’t disobeyed I wouldn’t be doing this.”

The man reached down and ripped off her panties. Then he told her, “Open your mouth”, and shoved them inside. “You won’t be able to keep from screaming and I don’t want anyone to hear you.” Then Lori felt him take hold of her left little finger ---------- and brutally WRENCH it out of place! She had never known such pain! She did indeed issue an agonized but muffled scream from behind the panties in her mouth and nearly fainted.

“I just dislocated your finger,” he told her calmly as she sobbed and moaned, tears streaming from her eyes. “You may go to the emergency room to have it reset but you are to tell them that you fell and injured it trying to stop the fall. If you disobey again this will be mild in comparison to the punishment you will receive. Do you understand?”

Still crying she nodded. “Good girl,” he remarked as he removed the handcuffs. “Now don’t move or open your eyes until I’m gone.” He got up from her and added, “By the way, you’ve got an asshole which is even better than your mouth.” With that he left.

Lori once again did as she had been told. She didn’t move a muscle or open her eyes until she was certain he was gone. She didn’t even dare take the torn panties out of her mouth until then. When she did finally leave she went directly to the emergency room of a nearby hospital.

“How did this happen?” the nurse asked.

“I was r---,” she started to say but then she stopped. She had disregarded his command not to tell before and it had gotten her this. “I fell and did it trying to stop the fall,” she said at last.

They reset her finger and put a finger splint on it and gave her a prescription for pain medication. This time she didn’t tell the police. She didn’t tell anyone. Again the weeks went by. The finger healed and her psyche did somewhat as well. Then, one night, as she lay alone in bed, she was suddenly awakened by a hand covering her mouth. She saw the silhouette of a man just before she was told, “You know what to do.”

Without having to be told, Lori closed her eyes, turned over onto her stomach, and offered up her wrists behind her back. He fastened the cuffs on them and turned her back over onto her back.

“You were a good girl this time,” he told her. “As a result, I won’t have to punish you.”

“Thank you,” she murmured in a small voice.

“The first two times were appetizers,” he told her as he opened her nightgown and slid her panties down her legs and off. “Now it’s time for the main course. Spread your legs, Lori.”

Like a robot, she did as she was told. The mystery man got between her legs. He had removed his pants and she felt the hair of his muscular legs against her soft inner thighs. His mouth descended upon hers, his tongue brushing against her lips in a wordless command to part them. She complied. His tongue entered and explored her warm, moist mouth. Then he began kissing and licking her throat and neck, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. His facial stubble scraped her tender flesh. He nibbled at her nipples and sucked and squeezed her breasts. Through it all, she lay there passively, her eyes closed. His hand went to her cunt. He stroked it then put his fingers inside probing and exploring. Finally she felt the head of his cock at her opening ---- then he was inside her. He wasn’t particularly brutal but neither was he gentle and she winced with each of his battering thrusts. Finally he was done and got up.

“Well, Lori,” he told her. “We’ve the done entire gamut. I’ve done each of your holes. Do you know what that means?”

“What?” she asked in a flat, lifeless voice.

“It means you’re mine now. I own you. You’re my girl.”

He rolled her over and removed the handcuffs telling her, “I don’t like my girls wearing pants or putting their hair up. I also don’t like them wearing panties. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Later then.”

She kept her eyes shut until he was gone then she just lay there. She didn’t cry or freak out this time, she just lay there staring at the ceiling not moving. The next morning, when she dressed for work, she was careful to wear a skirt and blouse rather than the slacks she had planned upon wearing and under the skirt she wore no panties and her hair was down. As she drove she wondered with despair how long it would before he again raped her. That it would happen, and probably many more times, was something she had resigned herself to. She had also resigned herself to the reality that there was nothing she could do about it!