Rape Stories

Warning!

Tribulations: Sally 1 - the beginning

(m/f, Mdom, bd, rape)

by Ripefrite

This story may be freely distributed and published by electronic or other means under the following conditions ONLY:

1 - It may not be published on any website, FTP site, newsgroup etc, which requires payment to access. *This includes sites utilizing an AVS system unless the story is carried in a free preview section. Sorry, NO exceptions to this!*

2 - No commercial gain may be made from the story.

3 - It must be published unmodified and complete, including the WARNING before the story.

WARNING: This story contains explicit descriptions of non-consensual sexual activity, including rape. If that's not something you want to read, then go elsewhere. If it offends you, then go elsewhere. If you're not of adult age, then go elsewhere. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality then get help immediately. Rape is an evil crime, and anyone who even contemplates it in real life is in urgent need of professional help. If you know a rapist, report them to the police. Now. ---STORY STARTS---

"No-one deserves to be raped" - that's what everyone says. But I reckon these people haven't seen a young girl by the name of Sally Fletcher recently. They wouldn't have, of course, as she's not in a position to go out these days. Still, that wasn't always the case. How about I tell you what happened...

* * *

I'd just recently moved to Baytown, and didn't really know anyone in the place. Hell, when you set up on your own at 16 you do feel pretty insecure, no matter how much bravado you put on, and when your house is an old, isolated place deep in the woods it's even worse. So I was happy to get started at Baytown High School on 1st September. There's no need to describe the place too lengthily - it was your average school in an average town, with a couple of ugly brick buildings, a field, some bike sheds - the usual crap.

Anyway, my route home was around a mile and a half - not that far, especially here in Britain where we don't go into a panic at the thought of a 400 yard walk to the shops - through pretty dense woods almost all the way. And for the first mile or so the path was lined on either side by thick bushes, before my long private drive branched off to the left and the public path continued to the next town. I thought about how much fun it would be to hide behind one of those bushes and spy on any girls who walked by - at that point that's all I was thinking about doing.

On my second day at Baytown, I was waiting at the Coke machine in the sixth form common room behind a blonde girl who was taking one hell of a time to decide what drink to get. After a couple of minutes of this, I said, pretty politely I thought, "excuse me, can you hurry up a bit please?", to which the girl replied, "Fuck off, twat. I was here first, motherfucker". The other people in the room all started laughing - at me. This got me seriously annoyed, and so when she finally got her can, I glared after her as she went.

In one second my life changed. "Fucking hell!" was all I could think. This was no ordinary girl - it was Sally Fletcher! The youngest girl in the sixth form, with her 16th birthday on 31st August, just one day before the start of term, she also had the most incredible tits I'd ever seen. They weren't just big, they were enormous - she had to be a 38DD at the most conservative estimates, probably more like a 40E. The Baytown school uniform dress, which had been the same for many years, had obviously been designed to hide the shape of a girl's body, but it was a lost cause in Sally's case. She'd been here two days, and already was universally known as "Tits".

I had to get my revenge on the little bitch for the way she'd humiliated me, and my chance wasn't long in coming. I looked her up in the phone book (amazingly, she wasn't ex-directory) and saw that she lived pretty close to me. That meant she'd have to come home through those woods! There'd usually be other people about, but on Fridays, she came home a little late because of netball training. Sally didn't know it yet, but she was about to get into real trouble.

* * *

By four that Friday, all the normal school traffic had died down, and so I could get along the path without being noticed. I wore my normal non-school clothes, but carried a large rucksack, in which I had put things I thought I might need for the "main event". Then, I found a big bush that I could easily crouch behind and waited. About 15 minutes later, along came Sally. It was a hot day, and so she wasn't wearing a coat - just that school dress - though she also had a big bag, in which I assumed she was carrying her school stuff and netball outfit. Her massive breasts strained at the thin fabric of the dress in a way that made me have to think quite hard not to lose control and leap out on the busty vixen there and then. I restrained myself though - this had to be organized perfectly.

So I checked my equipment for the last time, and waited, hardly breathing, until she was a little way past me. Then, I leapt out, and before she had a chance to react had a wad of cloth in her mouth and handcuffs around her wrists. I much prefer ropes to cuffs, for the tightness, but I can't deny that cuffs are the quickest in an emergency. Next, I took out her legs from under her, to stop her running away, and pinned her down. It was all I could do not to rape the little slut on the spot, but it was risky to stay here too long. I cuffed her ankles and hoisted her struggling body over my shoulder, carrying both our bags in my spare hand, and made off towards my house.

The few hundred yards to my drive were terrifying. Although there seemed to be no-one about, it was a public footpath, and - come on - how would you explain having a bound and gagged schoolgirl squirming on your back? Once I got to my drive it was much easier, as once I'd padlocked my iron gates there was no way anyone else could see us. Hearing was a different matter, though - Sally's makeshift gag didn't keep her as quiet as I'd have liked, but I couldn't risk putting her down till we got inside. My back was killing me by the time we made it into the house. I dropped my catch onto the floor, and saw that I'd only just made it - she'd almost managed to work the gag out.

"You fucking little bitch," I spat at her, and pushed the wadding back deep into her mouth, giving her a slap across the face to make my point. This time, though, I found a narrow leather belt, and wound it tightly around her head a couple of times to make damn sure she couldn't get it out. Now I found a length of thin rope, and bound her hands with it, EXTREMELY tightly. The cords cut into her wrists, which was excellent - rope marks look so damn sexy on a girl. Now it was safe to remove the handcuffs, though I kept them to hand. With another length of rope, I tied her ankles together, making sure the cord bit deeply into the teenage slut's flesh. After removing the ankle cuffs, I stood back to admire my catch.

I never used to understand what people really meant when they said, "I almost came on the spot", but now I knew. Here on my floor, with no one to save her, was a huge-breasted sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, in her inadequate uniform, bucking and struggling in a desperate attempt to escape the viciously tight bondage into which I had put her. She didn't have a chance, of course - when I tie a knot, it stays tied - but it was a lot of fun watching her try. And hearing her - the sound of a helpless young girl screaming into a really tight gag has to be the sexiest there is.

"Listen, my dear little filly," I leered at my captive, "it's not going to do you any good, you know. You're not going to escape, and I'm not going to let you go. I don't mean until next week or next month - I mean ever. The chance of you ever getting out of those ropes is nil. Zero. Zilch. Got it? Now, in books kidnapped girls always worry about two things don't they - one, getting killed, and two, getting raped. Well, you won't be being killed - where would be the fun in that? But on the second point... yes. You are. A lot. And I mean a LOT."

Sally bucked around more than ever now - she was absolutely desperate to escape. I would have to tie her up properly if I didn't want her rolling around the place knocking over the furniture, so I carried the helpless teenager off to my spare bedroom, and threw her down on the four-poster. Her mammoth mammaries joggled incredibly as she hit the mattress - no way was this babe getting back her freedom!

I considered staking her out, but I particularly liked the look of her hands behind her back, as it forced her chest even further out than it already was, so instead I decided to tie her elbows. This is a favorite tie of mine, as it has to be very tight indeed to work, and I greatly enjoyed my victim's ineffectual mewing as I yanked on the rope. Then, I tied another rope tightly around her wrists, and ran that up to the headboard, doing the same with her ankles and the footrest. A final touch was to pull each knee separately apart, fixing them to the rails at either side of the bed, leaving her legs nice and wide open for my pleasure.

She was still wearing her school uniform, of course, so something needed to be done about that. Sally yelled into her gag as I ripped her clothes to shreds, revealing a black bra, which was full to overflowing (she was really something like a 42E!), and matching black panties. I was pleased to see she wasn't shaved - who wants to fuck something that looks like a kid's? - but instead had a fine growth of soft blonde curls. Her ropes were so tight that I didn't manage to get quite all the dress off - there were still scraps of uniform clinging to her here and there, which made her look even better.

"Right, you little cunt," I said to my defenseless captive. "I bet you wish you hadn't insulted me now, don't you eh? Well, that's tough - when you do something wrong, you need to be punished, and when it's something severe, so is the punishment." With that, I began to smack her about a bit - not enough to injure her badly, but I wanted to make it bloody clear that she had no rights at all now she was effectively my sex slave. I slapped her all over, especially on her gigantic tits, and gradually increased the force, so that by the time I finished I was really laying into her. She'd have quite a few bruises later on, but that was her problem.

I was about to jump on her when I thought of something. I tested her cunt to see if she was wet, and she was - but it was entirely with sweat and fear. There wasn't the slightest indication of any arousal at all, which I was delighted with. When I raped Sally, I'd have the best of both worlds - I'd effectively be dry-fucking the teenage sexpot to heighten her suffering, but my cock wouldn't be in danger of irritation. I know many rapists like to get their victims to come, but not me. The more unwilling they are, the better, and really having to use force on the bitch turns me on a lot.

With that, I threw myself down on the helpless girl. She screamed through her gag as my rock-hard cock speared into her cunt, but I'd tied the gag so tight that the sound was barely audible, and she strained at her ropes, but those just dug deeper into her gorgeous teenage flesh. "You fucking little fucking bitch of a fucking slut's slut!" I yelled into the schoolgirl's face as I brutally raped her. "You deserve this, you really do!" I meant it - a girl of sixteen with E-cup tits who made fun of me was only going to end up in one place - bound and gagged on my bed, being raped.

My brutal assault continued for several minutes, during which I must have come a dozen times, staying rock hard throughout. I kneaded and slapped Sally's huge breasts as I fucked her, causing her to yelp in pain through the gag, something that always made me laugh. Finally, I rolled off her, but there was no thought of untying her, or even of slightly loosening her bonds. Instead, I went to the bathroom, got changed, and then went out to the cinema. (The film was "Strange Days" - a pretty decent rape scene, but why the fuck couldn't he have gagged the bitch properly instead of all this choke-collar crap?)

* * *

By the time I got home it was about eleven o'clock, and dark. I was quite tired, but needed to check the radio. It said that Sally had been reported missing, but that the police thought she might have run away from home, as there had been problems with her father being sent to jail for fraud. This was great - they were following totally wrong leads! I knew where the missing girl was, of course - when I turned on the spare bedroom light there was the curvaceous figure of Sally Fletcher, writhing in her cruel bondage. I was surprised to see the slut was still struggling - but that suited me - I like a girl with spirit as they say!

I had been intending to go to bed and get some well-earned sleep, but my tiredness evaporated at once with the sight of the feisty little vixen trying fruitlessly to escape. Instead I'd have a bit more fun with her. I ferreted about in a wardrobe and dug out a nice black silk cotton blindfold, which I tied securely across her eyes. Then, in went a couple of earplugs. Now Sal wouldn't know when I was coming to fuck her. She was utterly, utterly helpless, and the thought made my head spin. I shook it off though - I wanted to experience every second of this!

I stood totally still for a couple of minutes, so that Sally would get the idea I'd gone out of the room. Then, without warning, SMACK! My open palm descended on her superb chest, making a lovely cracking sound. The reaction was immediate. The slut's whole gorgeous body tensed and strained against the ropes that bound her so very, very tightly. The sight of the bonds cutting into her soft flesh was eye-popping, but I kept my concentration, and at her very tensest moment... SMACK! Another perfect handprint on her breast. SMACK! And again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I must have been slapping the bitch for ten minutes at least by the time I stopped. Her whole body, but especially those amazing orbs, was covered in red-raw handprints. They wouldn't do any long-term damage, but they'd really have stung. I'd got it just right - I liked to hurt my girls a little, just for the hell of it, but not to really injure or mutilate them. How some people see any attraction in blood and guts I don't know.

Of course, I was hardly going to stop at that. I took out one earplug. "Listen, Tits," I whispered into her ear. "That was nice and all that, but it was only the appetizer. Get ready for me to plug that lovely cunt of yours again!" Then I replaced the earplug, and tightened her bonds even further, hugely enjoying her muffled mews into the gag. After her beating, it was going to hurt like hell when I raped her - this really was going to be fantastic.

I suppose I should have played with her a bit, maybe having a good feel of those incredible tits (yeah, I know I go on about them, but you would too), but I was aroused beyond measure, and there was simply no stopping me. I hurled myself on her, and pumped my swollen cock in and out of her already abused cunt so hard I almost broke the bed. My tightly gagged sex slave could do nothing but scream in pain and terror, but her mouth was so well filled that hardly anything came out. On and on went the savage rape, far beyond anything Sally could have experienced before, until at last I reached such an explosive orgasm that I briefly blacked out.

When I came to, I was still spurting into the bitch. She was still fully conscious, but had stopped screaming, and instead made some extremely sexy pleading noises through the gag. "Not a chance, slut," I forestalled her pleas. "You remember what I said before - I'm not EVER going to let you go". And with that parting shot, I left the voluptuous schoolgirl writhing in her bondage and went off to bed. After all, Sally wasn't going to go anywhere.

* * *

Seven years later, things are great. Sally's still my sex slave. She's by no means the only one these days - perhaps I'll tell you about some of the others sometime, but she's still got a special place in my heart. I still keep her bound and gagged virtually 24 hours a day, although I shift the cords around so I can see the rope marks. I'm delighted to say she's never got used to the fact that she's my slave, and still hates every second of it. And she still struggles very sexily indeed when I beat or fuck her. It's what she was made for. It just goes to show I guess: some girls DO deserve everything they get.

---THE END---

Notes:

1) To readers unfamiliar with the British educational system, the "sixth form" means Years 12 and 13 (ages 16/17 and 17/18), when only those doing A Levels stay on at school.

2) The character "Sally Fletcher" is partially based on a character of the same name in the Australian soap opera "Home And Away". I don't watch the show, but Kate Richie who plays her had a home sex video taken from her house and passed around, which can be found around the net if you look hard enough.

3) This is my first go at writing this sort of story. It probably shows.

4) Why did I write this story? Well, I got really fed up with a lot of the "rape" stories around elsewhere. Either they aren't really rape at all, and the "victim" enjoys it, or they're really unpleasant torture and mutilation "snuff" stories which do nothing for me. There are very few stories where the girl remains unwilling throughout but also in a halfway reasonable physical shape. So I wrote one, and you've just read it!

Rape Stories | Links | Home |