Rape Stories

Warning!

The Rape of Michelle

by Master of female slaves  

Her name was Michelle and I had been watching her for a long time, planning my attack in infinite detail. Finally the time had come. Getting into her apartment had not been much of a problem and I knew I had about half an hour until she got home from work. I used the time to tear several strips from the roll of duct tape I had brought with me and stick them to the inside of the front door. Next I retrieved a pillowcase from her closet. Then I waited in great anticipation of the fun I was about to have.

Her car pulled into the driveway right on time. Flattening myself against the wall I waited. The key turned in the lock and the door opened. Without looking around, Michelle closed the door, her back to me. That was when I struck!

It is essential in any rape to instil fear and a feeling of complete helplessness in the victim in the very first few moments. Therefore, I pulled the pillowcase down over her head and shoved her forward against the door with considerable force, pinning her against it with the weight of my body. She took in a breath to scream but I clamped my hand down over her mouth, permitting her to emit only a muffled sound audible to no one outside the room.

“Be quiet and don’t struggle!” I ordered her in the most menacing voice I could manage. “I have a knife and will hurt you VERY badly if you don’t behave. You understand that, bitch?”

The mention of the knife was all that was needed to get her under control. She ceased all attempts at struggling and nodded frantically. I took the hand from her mouth and grabbed both her wrists, twisting them behind her back.

“P-please!” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me! Take anything you want but pl---!”

WHAP!

I cuffed her across the back of her head causing her forehead to hit the door.

“I told you to be quiet!” I reminded her. “That means you don’t make a sound unless I ask you a question or tell you to say something. Do you understand that?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

“Yes SIR,” I corrected her. “I don’t want you to open your mouth without me hearing that word.”

“Yes Sir.”

I went back to her wrists taping them securely behind her back then I told her, “I’m going to take the pillowcase off now, Michelle. Keep your eyes shut. If you so much as blink, I’ll cut them out, understand?”

“Y-yes Sir!”

She was really scared now. Good. Sometimes I enjoy a bitch who struggles a bit. You know, the feeling of her wiggling and squirming beneath me. Most of the time, though, I like to get them in line from the get-go and the paralysis of fear is one of the best aids in doing that. I took off the pillowcase and, just like she had been told, she kept her eyes shut tight as I taped them that way with the remainder of the duct tape. Having now rendered her completely incapable of seeing me, I turned her to face me.

“All right, Michelle,” I told her. “This is how it is going to be. I’m going to be your house guest tonight and you are going to be EXTREMELY nice to me. I know everything there is to know about you and I know that you are not expecting any visitors the entire weekend so don’t try to feed me any bullshit to the contrary. There is only one rule you have to worry about following. You do anything and everything you are told to do any time you are told to do it. Do anything else and I will have to punish you. Do you understand that?”

“Y-yes Sir.”

“Good girl,” I remarked as I touched her cheek then began moving my hand down her body until I came to the delicious swelling of her breasts. I cupped one and squeezed it through her blouse. “You are very pretty girl.”

She said nothing.

Without warning I pinched a nipple HARD then twisted it, “What the fuck is wrong with you, cunt?! I just paid you a compliment! Show some gratitude!”

“Th-thank you Sir!” she whimpered. “I-I’m sorry Sir!”

“That’s better,” I remarked as I released the nipple. “Let’s get a better look at you. Start by stepping out of your shoes.”

Obediently she did as she had been told and in a moment stood there barefoot. I began unbuttoning her blouse and soon opened it and slid it down over her arms. Taking out my knife I cut it free of her imprisoned wrists and let it fall to the floor. Next I put the knife up between the cups of her bra. A frightened shudder passed through her as she felt the cold blade against her skin. I chuckled. Bitches are terrified of knives! I quickly sliced through the bra and her gorgeous size 34s burst forward. I let the remnants of the bra hang on her taped wrists while I squeezed, fondled, and otherwise enjoyed her womanly tits. She stood there not daring to move, her breathing light and rapid and her heart pounding wildly. I gave each nipple a painful pinch which elicited an involuntary gasp. One of the greatest highs of rape is being able to do whatever you want with a slut’s body and never having to ask permission, knowing that the body in question, for the duration of the attack, no longer belongs to the woman but is now my property and she is VERY aware of it!

“You have nice tits,” I told her.

“Thank you Sir,” she murmured, having previously learned her lesson about saying thank you.

“I think before I go any farther,” I told her. “That I’d like a little kiss.”

I lowered my mouth to hers and, while she made no attempt to draw away, her lips remained closed and unresponsive. I took my mouth away and said nothing. ---- Instead I slapped her hard across the mouth! Then I grabbed a handful of her shoulder length brown hair and wrenched her head back so hard I was sure she was afraid her neck would snap.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked angrily. “Do you call that a kiss? It’s no wonder you don’t have a husband or boyfriend! Now we are going to try that again and, if you don’t want the shit beat out of you, you damned well better KISS me!”

Still gripping her by the hair I mashed my mouth down on hers again. This time she parted her lips and admitted my invading, RAVAGING tongue. I had my way with her mouth for a good long time then let go of her.

“That was better,” I told her afterward. “From now on I expect to be kissed back whenever I kiss you. It is only polite. You understand?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor then I removed her pantyhose. Finally there was only her little silk panties covering her. I decided to take my time getting them off, to really enjoy myself. I placed the knife blade against her left inner thigh and began sliding it slowly up her leg. She began to tremble. When I reached the top I paused.

“You know, Michelle,” I remarked almost off handily. “I can either cut your pussy or fuck it. Which would you prefer?”

“P-please don---don’t hurt me Sir!” She was beginning to sob and I made a mental note to be careful that the tape didn’t lose its adhesiveness due to the wetness of tears.

“Not good enough,” I told her as I gently poked her groin with the tip of the knife. “I didn’t ask what you DON’T want me to do to you, I asked which you WANT me to do, cut or fuck. Answer me.”

“F-fuck me S-Sir,” she stammered. “Please don’t cut me!”

“Beg for it,” I told her. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Sir,” she replied obediently.

“Where, Michelle? Where do you want to be fucked?”

I could just imagine the extent of her humiliation, having to plead for her own rape, and I was LOVING every minute of it!

“In m-my p-pussy Sir! Please fuck my pussy!”

“Well,” I mocked as I quickly cut away the panties. “Since you put it that way, get down on the floor on your back and spread your legs WIDE!”

Quickly the now naked woman obeyed, assuming the dictated position, all open and available for me.

“You had better be a good fuck, Michelle,” I told her as I began to undress. “Just lying there won’t cut it. Do that and you’ll get the beating of your life when I’m finished. I expect you to move that cute ass of yours and hump like you’ve never humped before!”

Making her participate in the rape rather than just enduring it passively would not only intensify the humiliation she was experiencing but would also help make her more ashamed afterward, a possible inducement not to tell anyone about it. I even considered making her cum. That would almost ensure her silence. The shame of having an orgasm while being raped was almost always enough to keep the bitch quiet afterward. With a smile of anticipation I (and my rock hard cock) descended upon the naked, trembling, helpless Michelle.

I didn’t waste any time. I quite literally RAMMED myself into her tight little cunt and began pounding away at her. She moaned a little and bit her lower lip and I could tell it was hurting her. She didn’t scream or cry out, though. She had learned that when I said to keep quiet I meant it. The bitch was trainable after all.

The hell with how much pain she was in. It didn’t matter. Rape is all about the man, in this case, ME. The woman is nothing more than a collection of fuck holes, a THING to jack off with. It is male / female relations at their most basic, primeval fundamentals. The male wants so he takes ---- because he can. The female gives ----- because she can do nothing else. It doesn’t matter a whit what she thinks about it!

WHAP!

I slapped Michelle hard on her left hip leaving a bright red handprint.

“I told you to hump, you lazy cunt!” I scolded her. “Now move your lazy ass!”

Immediately she began moving her hips and pelvis in sync with my own violent thrusts. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and began sucking as I took hold of the other one with my hand. I fondled and licked for awhile and soon the nipples began to harden and swell. At the same time I could feel her pussy dampening. PERFECT, I was getting her excited. It knew it was humiliating to her. Time to make it worse and have fun as well. Lifting my mouth, I remarked, “You’re getting hot, Michelle, aren’t you?”

“N-no Sir,” she sobbed.

SMACK!

I slapped her face.

“Don’t lie to me,” I told her. “It isn’t nice to lie. Now try that answer again.”

She turned her head to the side, embarrassed and ashamed. I wasn’t going to let up on her, though, “Answer me unless you want to be hit again.”

“Y-yes Sir,” she finally mumbled.

“Yes what?” Tormenting her like this was getting me even more aroused.

“Yes Sir, I’m g-getting h-hot!”

She was panting now and bucking at me almost as wildly as I was pounding her. I pinched both nipples mercilessly and she whimpered.

“You want to cum, bitch?” I asked her. “You want to cum like the shameless bitch in heat you are?”

“Yes Sir!” she admitted, wild desire finally overwhelming all shame and dignity. “PLEASE let me cum Sir!”

“Cum, you dirty minded little whore!” I growled as I reached my own limit and began pumping hot cum into her as she nearly exploded with her own orgasm.

After it was all over I immediately got off her and stood.

“Get up,” I commanded her gruffly. There was no need for any tender holding and petting. This was not romance, it was rape. The bitch had served her purpose.

She got to her feet and, grabbing her by a tit, I began leading her toward the kitchen telling her, “That worked up an appetite in me and I haven’t had dinner yet. Let’s see what you have to eat.”

Once in the kitchen I shoved her against a wall and told her to stay there then I opened the refrigerator.

“Hey!” I yelled at her causing her to shake with alarm. “What the fuck is this? You’ve got practically nothing in here! What kind of goddamned hostess are you?!”

“I-I’m sorry Sir!” she whimpered lamely. I smiled. Reaching into the frig I made a sandwich and munched on it as I walked over to her and planted another kiss on her. This time she kissed back dutifully. I was sure she tasted the sandwich I was eating.

“You are a real slut, you know,” I told her. “What sort of self respecting woman cums during her own rape? Tell me what you are, whore.”

“I-I am a-a---a---.” She stammered.

I took hold of a nipple and told her, “If you don’t want me to pinch you’d better say what I want to hear.”

“I- I am a –a --- a slut, Sir!” she said.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“No Sir,” she replied.

I pinched! She moaned.

“Wrong answer,” I told her. “Try again.”

“Y-yes Sir!” she quickly answered. “Yes I’m hungry Sir!”

Keeping hold of the nipple I led her over to the table where I sat in a chair then I told her, “Down on your knees.” She obeyed and, letting go of the nipple and grabbing a handful of her hair, I said, “Let’s try out another hole. Time for your dinner. Open up.” Obediently she opened her mouth.

SMACK!

I slapped her face and growled, “Dumb cunt! What makes you think you are good enough to suck my cock? BEG for the privilege!”

“May I please suck your cock Sir?” she asked. The humiliation she was experiencing was evident. I LOVED it!

“Do anything stupid like biting and you will be dead in half a second!” I warned her. Then I shoved my hard cock in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She started to gag but I slapped her again and commanded, “None of that! SUCK!”

She did as she was told and I have to admit that Michelle was quite a cock sucker. She put her whole heart into it. Of course I didn’t tell her that. As a matter of fact, I slapped her several more times and warned her that if she didn’t do a better job I might just strangle her. By the time I came in her mouth she was so frantic and terrified it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. It is a tremendous high to have a helpless, TERRIFIED, naked whore down on her knees sucking your cock hoping more than anything that she satisfies you enough that you don’t kill her. I made her swallow every drop and even lick the head of my dick clean when I was finished.

I then decided to have some fun with her. “I’m leaving now,” I told her. “Don’t move a muscle for 30 minutes after I’m gone.” I then walked over to the door and opened and closed it. Then I stood there quietly watching what she would do. She stood there for a moment then, thinking me gone, she began struggling with the tape, trying to free her wrists.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” I screamed at her. She stood bolt upright, the shock apparent on her face.

“I-I’m s-sorry S-Sir!” she stammered.

I walked over to her and backhanded her so hard she sprawled on the floor.

“You undependable cunt!” I yelled at her as I kicked her in the ass. She drew up into a fetal position on the kitchen floor as I continued to kick her. “I told you 30 minutes and you were moving after no more than five! I ought to just cut your worthless throat and be done with you! The world is full of whores, I ought to just kill you and go grab another one!”

“No Sir!” she pleaded. “Please Sir! Please don’t kill me Sir! I’m sorry Sir ! REALLY I am!”

I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her back up onto her feet then I dragged her over to the kitchen table and bent her over it. Grabbing her ass cheeks in my hands I spread them and told her, “I could grease you up with butter or something so it won’t hurt so much but after the stupid move you just pulled, I think I’ll let you have it dry!”

Now, an ass fucking is not primarily done for sex and it is definitely not pleasant for the bitch. It is an act of punishment and domination and as tight as Michelle’s little hole was, it hurt her like hell. Reflexively she screamed as I TORE into her and I smacked her ass and told her to keep her dumb fucking mouth shut. I raped her ass for quite awhile until I shot my wad deep into her rectum then I wiped my cock off on her leg.

It was starting to get late so I decided to call it a night. Taking Michelle with me, I got into her bed and told her not to wake me. I fucked her three times during the night, twice in the cunt and once more in the ass. The next morning, when I woke up, I slapped her awake and made her suck my cock before I got out of bed. She begged me to let her go pee and I did but I stood there in front of her while she did it. Couldn’t let her think she deserved anything like privacy after all. I fixed myself a nice breakfast from the eggs and bacon she had in the refrigerator then, feeling a little sorry for her since all she had had to eat the night before had been my cum, I cracked a raw egg and plopped it on the floor. Then I made her get down and lick it all up. 

Bye the way, a bitch with her hands behind her back is a pretty awkward creature and she fell over more than once. I mocked and ridiculed her and told her what a dumb, clumsy, fucking whore she was. Before I left I fingered her until I made her cum again (rubbing in what a shameful slut she was by letting herself get off from the actions of a rapist!). Afterward I put her in the shower and showered off any physical evidence I may have left on her. Finally I told her, “You have no idea who I am or what I look like.

 If you were to go to the police, there is little you could tell them about me. I, on the other hand, know EVERYTHING about you. I am going to keep watching you. If you report this I will know about it immediately. It is conceivable that they may discover who I am ------ someday! Long before that, though, some night when you least expect it, I will come back only this time when I leave you will be DEAD! I’ve done this to seven other women. Four of them were smart. They kept quiet and are still alive. Three were stupid and reported the rape. They are dead. You can be the sixth live smart one or the fifth dumb dead one!”

She