Rape Stories

Warning!

Confession

by PSiberzerker

Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. Though I came to you last week, I don't know how long it's been since I've made a full confession.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm filled with sinful thoughts, fantasies about the unrighteous things. Even in church, I cannot suppress them. It's so boring in here, I can't help my mind wandering. What scares me is the dark roads it goes down.
Looking up at Jesus, I see how he's beaten, bound, and displayed. I see myself up there, humiliated, bound, spread out naked, and abused. Then, I am lead up to the banister around the pulpit. I kneel submissively, and open my mouth. His body, and blood enter me then, his sacrament, his Manna. I close my eyes, and take this holy gift, while deep within me, I feel warm, and muggy.
I dream about him, my Messiah, and he comes to me. He chastises me for my impurity, binds me, punishes me, then absolves me with his touch.
I want to fuck God, and it scares me. It consumes me, invades my thoughts, and excites my flesh. It scares me too, for I know it will only lead me to hell.
Anyway, I started going out with this guy, Chris. He reminds me of Him, the holy one that I've got this damning crush on. We went out a couple times, and he was a perfect gentleman. The hard part is, I don't want him to be. I want him to take over, hold me down, ravage me. I guess I think that if he does it, it will be his sin, his burden. Then, I feel guilty again, like I'd corrupted him, and he would burn in hell for me.
Well, we where going out a couple weeks when he did it. At least I think he did. I'd made my confession to him, and then it happened. I didn't know what was going on, at first. I just woke up, and I felt hands on me. He covered my mouth, and all I could see was the mask he was wearing.
I tried to fight, but he was too strong. He held me, lifted up my nightgown, and reached up inside me. Now, I never could bring myself to touch myself like that. So many times, I lay there at night, and came so close, but I knew it was evil. My holy lover would never take me in such a sinful condition. Then I thought about hell, and spending eternity at the mercy of Satan. God help me, even that made it worse. It was as if the fires of hell burned in me, I was so hot. That's when I knew these feelings where from the Devil, not God.
But it felt so good! How could something so evil feel so good? I don't even know what he did to me, but it stoked the fire in side. Lust dripped down my backside, and obscene wet sounds came from where he was touching me. I was scared, and humiliated, but I still couldn't make it stop feeling so damned good.
He also touched my chest, my breasts, and that felt good too. I could feel my nipples pop out, and the flush spreading across my body. I was burning with sin then, aching for the final act. It came soon enough, first his fingers stabbed into me, and I could feel my innocence break. Too late to stop it, I finally gave in to the sin.
At first, I wished Chris was there, then I realized it must be him. He never talked, so I wouldn't recognize his voice. I couldn't talk, but I could accept him. Maybe we'd burn together, have eternity in the lake of fire. Of course, hell never works like that. I'd probably be forced to watch him, and never be allowed to reach him. He'd watch as I was gang raped, and tortured by demons. I couldn't wait.
Finally, he got up, and pulled out his staff. It was so big! I was shocked that he would put something like that in me. I knew it was evil then, it just looked evil. Big, and hairy, and wrinkled. Putting a rubber over it just made it look even more unnatural. It disappeared then, into me, and I ached for it. God, it was huge!. I could feel every inch of it as it slid into me. A part of me I'd never felt before awakened then, and it was like eating from the tree of knowledge. I knew I could never go back.
It hurt, hurt like hell, but I figure I deserved it. If I hadn't been so impure in my thoughts, hadn't shared them with Chris he wouldn't have been doing this. Soon it felt better, then better than anything I'd ever felt before. I was filled with him, in an unholy communion. I could feel it corrupting me, the dark fire building up in me until I was overcome in rapture. My body betrayed me then, I could feel muscles I didn't even know I had spasming around him as waves of lust washed over me, and I drowned in them.
I was fucking back up over him, meeting his frantic rutting with my own. We where like animals then, or one animal, joined by our crotches. I couldn't breathe, or keep my eyes open. Blood roared in my ears, and lights flashed in my vision. I thought I was going to heaven then, though I knew it couldn't be so. Still, it felt like I was rising from my bed, and the lights streamed past me like I was flying. Finally, I crashed back down, back to my bed, and my tormentor.
He kept going, punching into me until he was done. Finally, he grunted, and bottomed out in me. Then, he left without a word.

I'm not asking for absolution, here, Father. I've condemned myself to hell, and resigned myself to my fate. It started with blasphemous thoughts, and ended with me selling my soul for pleasure. Just tell God I'm sorry. I won't soil His house again.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession, and I just don't know what to do!
I never dreamed when I told you about my girlfriend that she'd ever have her fantasies played out. She told me she wanted to be raped, and I told you. After that, she came to me, and tried to have sex. We always wanted too, but our faith always stopped us. This time, I was the one who had to say no.
She was acting weird, like it wasn't even her. I almost couldn't bring myself to stop her, then it was hard to make her stop. She started crying then, and I heald her untill she started talking.
She was raped. At first, she thought it was me because the guy didn't talk and wore a mask. I convinced her, and finally she realized it had to be a stranger. I guess it must be god's will, because nobody else knew about her sinfull thoughts. She only told me, she swore, and I damn well didn't tell anybody else.
What gets me is he knew exactly what to do. She told me what happened, and it sounded just like one of her fantasies. The devil must've done it, sent someone, and told him just what to do.
I ask for your prayers now, father, not for me, but for her. I fear for her soul. She's been acting depressed, but what really scares me is I know she liked it. She told me she got off, and she's been acting different ever since. She doesn't dress as modestly any more, and keeps pressuring me to have sex with her. Pray for me too, father, I don't know how long I can say no. I love her, and think about her allways.
Pray for her child too. He didn't use any protection, and she will almost surely get pregnant. We aren't so godless as to kill it, but we can't support it either. Maybe I should marry her, the baby will need a father, and noone else would want her. I can live with the stigma of a premarital pregnance as long as nobody finds out how it happened. I couldn't bear that.