Rape Stories

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Trailer Trap

by Psiberzerker

The "mobile home villiage" was typical of trailer parks all over the country. Streets with no curbs, sodden sickly yellow sod staked out in chain link, concrete slabs no more than driveways for rusty prefab living crates. Poor white trash, sucking up the oxygen.
I'd been there a couple months, made the $95.00 lot fee easilly. I lived way beneath my means for the freedom. Unlike my socially destitute neighbors, my home was truly mobile. I had a full ton dually pickup with a "fifth wheel" in the bed that made moving almost as easy as backing up, pulling the lines, and stowing the jacks.
I did all kinds of work, mostly under the heading of skilled labor. Within 48 hours of pulling in, I had a job doing Demolition for a residential remodeling company. They'd picked me up after trying me out on a day-labor basis. After I'd walked through a cinderblock wall armed with nothing but a 8" grinder, 3lb sledge, and 2' prybar, the foreman, Mike came over.
"You speak english?" he squinted at me.
"Uh, huh," I replied eloquently.
"You don't look like a Mezkin," he looked me up, and down, "But you sure work like one!"
The framers came in behind me to hammer in a doorjamb once the real hispanics cleared away the rubble.
Taking me aside, he pulled a slim little wooden box out of his tool bag. Twisting open the lid, he popped out the little brass "bat" and put it to his lips. "I'll start you at $10.00 an hour," he offered, "Cash daily" As it didn't require me signing a W/2, I accepted. He smoked with me a bit, then offered to show me where he get's it. His was a hell of a lot better than the shit I got in the trailer park.
He didn't pay me for that day, though, just gave me a Quarter bag, and called it even "for the hookup." I found out that's how he always did business.

It turned out that this place had other advantages than affordability. One of them was named Tiffany. She'd obviously not been eating well, ever, because her body didn't have enough fat on it to fry a potato chip. Her long, lean legs where usually snugged into her favourite jeans. I liked them too, because they showed what little she had for an ass. They where the deliberately faded and torn jordache's that'd been popular about a decade, and a half ago when she was being born.
Allright, so I like them young. I'd lost what passed for my virginity to a teenage girl when I was that age, and I see no reason to move on to the older crusty women now that I've got experience. I'm not a pedophile mind you, they've got to have a minimum of physical maturity. I've found that once that's reached, though, they go rapidly downhill. Especially in an environment like this. Around here, beauty dies quick, usually snatched away by teen pregnancy that assured she'd be trapped here.
Rumor had it, she'd fucked anything under twenty on three legs for a half mile radius. With the turnover in these depressive collections of human failure, it didn't pay to get too attached, and there was always plenty of fresh meat to keep a girl from getting bored. They really couldn't afford any other kind of entertainment anyway.
I'd knocked down my front, and back fence when I'd gotten there for easy access to the "street", as well as the trails out back. They obviously agreed with this plan, because they passed through all the time. Sometimes, they didn't go far before their groping and humping, and I got to watch through my binoculars. At night, I followed them through the trails, bike runs, and culverts that'd become as familiar to me as it had to them.
People often described guys like me as "sexual predators." I must admit, I felt a bit wild, and carnivourous as I hunted through the dark woods. I bared my teeth, and erection as I moved through the night, confident that they could neither see, nor hear me. Eventually, I ran into one of Tiffany's rivals.
Stephany (yes, they really do name them like that 'roun dere) looked a bit older than her, to judge from her beginning deterioration. While she had bigger tits, and ass, it came with a slight belly as well. She gasped, but I managed to get my hand over her mouth, and muffled her scream to a squeel. Even this was abruptly cut off as I struck her in the soalr plexis, and knocked the wind out of her. I figured that as long as I'd assaulted her with my dick hanging out, I was already fucked if she told. I might as well take her to make up for it.
She struggled as I carried her back off the trail, but years of hard work had given me more than enough strength to handle her. Once I'd judged we where too far to be seen in the dim light, I forced her down, and fumbled to get her pants open. Pulling them down, I jacknifed them over her to expose her cunt, and pressed my already randy erection into it.
I figure she'd been raped before, because she was nice, and submissive once it was painfully obvious what I was going to do. She couldn't really do much bent double like that, anyway. I didn't want to hurt her, despite what you might think, I'm not needlessly cruel. Though willing to hurt, or even kill them if I have too, I really just want a fuck. Unfortunately, due to my attractions, it's hard to find willing playmates.
I pumped as long as it took, and soon enough, I felt my nuts twitch. Loathe to leave my load in her for evidence, I pulled out, and beat off onto the ground under her ass. At least there, it'd be a tainted sample. Besides, it didn't have much genetic material in it since I'd been "fixed" years ago. To keep her from falling down, and getting a damning sample on her clothes, I rolled her the rest of the way over, and kicked my mess to the side. I'd have to wash it off my boot, but that was hardly a rare occurance.
She just curled up on the ground, and cried as I tucked myself back in, and made my way back home. She probably wouldn't tell, but if she did, I'd be out of town within 48 hours anyway to be sure. Too bad it'd prevent me from taking the prize I really wanted, pretty Tiffany. Oh, well, there where plenty of split tailed fish in the sea. I skipped work the next day to pack. Nobody'd miss me much, not that they knew my real name anyway. It just didn't do to stick around after raping a teenage girl.
Starting in the back, I dropped the table down to the space between the "twin beds". The backrests went on it to make an "RV Queen", and I slid the accordion partition shut behind it. Working my way foreward from there, I stowed my toiletries in a ditty-bag that went in an overhead basket, then worked on the galley across from the head. All the cabinets could latch tight, keeping stuff from falling out, and I didn't own any fragile dishes.
That done, I tucked my revolver in my waistband and snapped a vest on over it. Never knew when five .357 semi-jacketed hollowpoints could come in handy, especially when fleeing capture for rape on a minor. Finally, I made it to the "loft" bed over the fifth wheel post. I stowed the bedding in side cabinets, and rolled over to roll a joint on the bare matress.
I heard voices, close enough to be in my yard, so I twisted to look through the blinds. I couldn't believe my luck to see Tiffany walking by with the boy du jour. Unwilling to let that particular prize go, I quickly licked the spliff, and grabbed my binocular case to follow.
They wound up in a small grotto carved out where the creek dropped a less than spectacular couple of feet. I doubt they saw me, they where a bit preoccupied with each other. I hopped down to a sandbar, and focused my binoculars up stream. The damned dick of the day was on top, so all I could see was his pimple ass, and her legs around it. Still, I crouched behind a bush, dropped my zipper, and tried to stroke myself erect. He pumped into her mechanicly, and she looked bored.
Finally, he bottomed out one last time, and I could hear his faint cry as he popped off. She didn't even get up when he did, just got a cigarette out of her crushed pack of Marlborough Lights, and lit it from a book of matches. He pulled up, and strapped on his britches after tossing the prophilactic in the water, and left her there.
The rubber floated by as I stowed my semi erect pud, and binoculars. Once he'd blundered past, I scrambled up the back after glancing bare eyed back up to see that she was still there. Stalking up the creekside trail, I soon heard the sound masking chuckle of the waterfall, and peeked over the bank.
She'd gotten to her feet, back to me, and stood naked as a sheared ewe. My cock twisted painfully watching her ass work as she stepped into the shallow water. I freed it, standing proud at the sight5 of her nudity so close. Slipping back, I made sure that I could duck quickly out of sight if she started to look up.
The water only came up to her knees, so she sank to them untill it came halfway up her taut little derriere. Bending over, she dipped her head in the water, then flipped her semishort hair back. It darkened from her usual blonde, but I'd known it was synthetic after my first glance at her roots. I guess she found hair bleach too expensive to dose it very often.
As she turned to climb back out, I rushed to finish before she got dressed. Her pert little tits dripped water from the tips as she rose from the murky pool. Her flat belly tapered from where her hips widened to a short triangular patch on her pubis. This pointed down to her bare lips which where parted slightly to let her darker inner folds peek through.
I held my breath to choke back a cry as I once again spilled my seed onto barren ground. Then, I tucked back in to crawl back to the trail. Though I made some sounds, I'm sure the white noise of the short waterfall masked them. Once on the trail, I pulled out my nearly forgotten joint, and lighter. The lid clinked loudly to warn her as I sparked up, and headed down. She must've dressed quickly, because I missed the chance to see her naked glory once again.
Her damp clothes clung to her though, revealing the outline of her bra. "You suprised me!" she called up as I headed down, then, "Is that Reefer?"
She used the black slang, but then, I already knew she'd tasted dark meat. "Want some?" I held it out as I closed the last couple steps between us.
"Sure," she wiped her hand off on her pants before sippiing it as if drinking coffee from a straw. Grunting to hold in a cough, she passed it back, then blew it out a bit too soon. "Good shit!" she pronounced as I exhailed myself to take another toke. I was more used to the good stuff, so I held it in longer, and turned to head back. She followed, hopefull of getting to share some more with me.
I could've raped her there, I realized, and drowned her in the water. It would've washed the evidence away like the condom. On the other hand, I'd just gotten off, and I didn't want to waste her like that. She was a little too special, a diamond in the shit around her.
I didn't talk much on the way back, just answered as I exhailed for another hit. She, on the other hand, chattered having more time for holding it in less.
"Got any more of this?" she wondered.
"I've got maybe a twenty in my trailer," I lied, "To sell."
She patted her flat pockets, "Broke," as I took my hit.
When she'd taken hers, I exhailed mine, "I try not to run out, why don't you come by when you've got some money?" Taking another hit, I reflected that it had better be soon.
"I should be able to scrape some up tomorrow," she said, sweet herby smoke comming out with her words like a cartoon bubble.
She accidently knocked the cherry out trying to flick off the ash, and I let her keep the roach by not asking for it. It went into the cellophane from her cigarretes.
"Can I get one of those cowgirl killers off you?" I asked, blowing out the last of the weed smoke.
She passed one over, and I lit it from my zippo, holding it out for her's. I noticed she only had a couple left, but I guess she didn't mind, stoned for free as she was. She giggled, "Cowgirl killers."
We reached my trailer then, still standing on it's jacks, but already disconnected from the utilities. I doubt she noticed anything, in her condition. Glancing around, I noticed noone had line of sight that I could see. "I might be able to front you a nickle," I lied again, "If you promise to pay me back tomorrow."
"You bet!" she sounded excited, so I led her into my lair.
Her eyes widened when I pulled the brick out of the freezer. I buy in bulk, when I can so I don't run out. Didn't bother reaching for the scale, she was obviously too stoned to care, and it was bait, anyway. I loaded a bowl from my "Stoner" pipe, and motioned to the back.
"Wanna try a bowl before you go?" I offered as I handed the baggy over. She just nodded blearily, and followed. "Ladie's first," I waved her foreward, and caught a glimpse of her spare ass as she climbed onto the bed.
Now the weed wouldn't have slowed her reactions much, or even weaken her, but it sure did inhibit her judgement. I hopped on with her, and didn't even try to conceal my erection. Hell, at my age, I was just glad to have another so soon after the last one.
I sparked up the green hit, the cold smoke sank densely down to the bottom of my lungs, and numbed them. I could hold a cold hit forever, it's really the best way to smoke. She took her's, and leaned back against the wall. The thick heavy hit curled from her slightly parted lips, and hung in front of her face.
I let mine out, and took another from the still lit pipe. It was good, and warmed up, now, but that last one really hit me hard. I was starting to loose my inhibitions too, just like I wanted. I helped that I knew I'd be on my way out of town before the day was done.
She took her seccond toke, lay back again, and this time closed her eyes. "Mmmmn," she declaired as the smoke rolled out. I took that opportunity to pull open my vest, and grab my gun. Her eyes flew open as she heard the snaps pop, but I got a hand ovewr her mouth before she could scream.
"If I pull this trigger," I pressed the muzzle against her chest, "Everyone will hear it. Scream again, and I won't care about that. Understand?"
"Um Hmm?" she nodded. I took my hand away from her mouth, and guided her down to the padding mats. Standing over her, I kept the snubnose pointed at her heart as I rummaged in the overhead cabinets by feel.
The corners had anchor points for tying down cargo, this being the best place to stow stuff on the road. I pulled out four leather cuffs, and several lengths of rope. A ball gag rolled under my hand while I was feeling around, so i grabbed that too.
I stood on her chest, and dropped the gun in the cabinet. It'd just get in the way, now, and I didn't want any accidents to happen. "I don't want to hurt you," I read straight from the rapist's manual, "Please don't make me," I put my own spin on it.
"I thought it was you," she returned, "You raped Stacy."
I bent to bind her right wrist first, having noted she preferred to use that one. "She told?" I was dissapointed.
She shook her head defiantly, "I figured it out."
"You've been raped before?" I moved over to buckle her left in.
"So?" she jutted her chin at me.
"If it was one of your numb fuck highschool boys, it probably wasn't much different except for concent." I was done with her arms, so I reached for the gag. She saw that, so she shut up rather than answer, and give me a chance to muzzle her. "It'll hurt a lot less if I don't have to force it in," I commented.
Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and accepted the snaffle. That done, I turned to bind her legs in silence. She didn't struggle, or try to speak untill, I got up. Reaching to retrieve my gun, I said, "Enjoy the ride," and pulled the "door." She squeeled, and thumped, but it didn't do her much good. I hadn't left her enough slack to bring the buckles to her now useless mouth, much less bring her hands together. She wasn't going to get out.
I would rather have taken her right there, but I really couldn't afford to risk it. Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and so forth. The suspense would work us both up. Instead, I backed unto the hitch post with a bump, lifted the jacks, and drove off. By the time she was missed, we'd be long gone.