Summer Holiday

Summer Holiday Pt 3

By Ashtree

The following is a work of fiction/fantasy. It's does not condone or encourage forced sexual acts between females.

Hi, it's Jenny here with the next part of that fantastic holiday of mine when all I seemed to do was rape one woman after another, God, it was heaven.

As you know from the first two parts of this story I'd already blackmailed a young chambermaid from my hotel into a position where I could fuck her all night long, well several positions to be honest. The next day I'd raped some bikini-clad beauty in a cubicle in a public toilet, the holiday was turning out well.

As I drove back into the town where I was staying after raping bikini-girl I did some serious thinking. I didn't really trust Jessica the chambermaid to keep quiet about her ordeal so I thought it best if I checked out of the hotel, this would be a shame because I quite fancied the night manageress and was working out how to get to her, but it would be too risky to stay. I went straight back to the hotel, got changed, got my stuff and settled my bill – false address, cash, untraceable. I took the car to a nearby car park and pondered my next move.

I was still annoyed about missing out on the chance to rape the manageress, but I knew I'd done the wisest thing by not staying put. I was still on a sexual high after the previous two days that I was in no mood to stop so I decided to check out whether there were any gay clubs around, I could put on my lesbian virgin act to ensnare someone and once we were back at their place –wham.

So I went for a walk around the town center, checking out the flyers on the walls, but to no avail, when I noticed a couple of women who looked like stereotype dykes – cropped hair, dungarees etc (cliché city, I thought to myself), they were coming out of a pub about 50 yards up the road, well I thought, that's as good a place as any to start.

I was right about the place, it was a gay bar, mostly men but with a few ugly looking butch dykes dotted about, then my eyes lit upon a woman sitting on her own reading a paper in the corner – it was the night-manageress from the hotel, I hadn't thought she was gay at the hotel but she must know what this place is. I bought my drink and wandered over to her, ignoring the lustful looks of the clichés as I went.

She hadn't noticed my presence until I sat down next to her, then she looked up and it took her a minute to register whom I was. I broke the silence first. “Hi, thought it was you” I chirped.

She stared at me as if in shock “It's Julie isn't it?” she asked. She'd remembered the false name I'd booked in under, so she must have been interested in me, that was an encouraging sign. “I thought you'd be drinking in the hotel bar?” she went on.

“No, well I checked out today.” I told her and I could swear her face sank a bit.

“Why? Nothing wrong was there?”

Time to put out the line, I thought. “No, it's fine there, but my boyfriend found out where I was, we had a bust up, that's why I'm here I guess.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear about the bust up” she lied unconvincingly “What was it about?”

Time to reel her in, I thought. “Well to be honest, I was, what's the phrase? Getting confused over my sexuality. He couldn't handle it and got violent.” As I said this I felt her hand settle gently on my knee.

She looked me straight in the eye. “So, how confused are you? Have you ever slept with a woman?”

I shook my head sheepishly “No, but I keep getting these feelings, you know?”

She squeezed my knee. “Yes I know, I was the same when it happened to me”

I pretended to look shocked. “You mean you're a lesbian?”

She laughed “If that's what you like to call me yes, I prefer my friends to call me by my real name Sophie. So Julie, where are you staying now?”

“Haven't found anywhere yet” I shrugged “I don't want to check into another hotel ‘cos the bastard'll find me there, but it's such a nice town I don't want to leave.”

“Well you can always stay at mine, we can share some wine and…” She let the sentence hang

“That would be nice, are you sure that's ok?”

“No problem, it would be nice to have the company, I was just on my way to work, but one phone call will sort that out.” She produced a mobile from her bag and dialed the hotel, the conversation was brief and was based on the excuse of a sick mother, judging by the way she laughed and handled it I guessed that “mother” was a code for sex, and that she did this sort of thing quite often. Well, I thought, this will be a surprise for her. “Sorted, come on lets go.”

But instead of getting up she leant over and kissed me full on the lips, her hand slipped up my skirt and one finger slid under the waistband of my knickers. She was a good kisser, and I was quite turned on now and found it hard not to go further there and then, but I remembered my role as a virgin and pulled way as if shocked but intrigued, she just laughed and virtually dragged me out of the pub by my hand, to the mocking laughter of the Clichés. Just wait, you bitch, I thought I'll have the last laugh here.

I said my car was just round the corner and she decided we'd go to hers in it. As we retraced my steps to my car my silence must have given the impression of uncertainty because as soon as we were off the bust high street she slid her arm round my waist and asked me if I was nervous. I replied, in all honesty, that I wasn't. I didn't say that my silence was due to me planning my next move. Was it worth it? I did ask myself, after all I was definitely going to sleep with her, but I knew the answer before I'd asked the question, raping her on my terms would be much more fun.

You see, some lesbians have the ideas that sexual violence is the preserve of men only, this is, of course, complete crap. The thrill I get out of raping these sorts of women is intense, as they can't seem to believe that it's another woman doing it to them.

I'd got Sophie's measure, both mentally and physically, before we reached the car. She was a couple of inches shorter than I was but weighed roughly the same. I knew if I got the jump on her she'd be no trouble. Mentally, I guessed she got off on the seduction of naïve women, I wondered if she'd ever tried it on with Jessica the chambermaid, so the brutality I was going to show her would come as a shock.

Once in my car she gave me directions to her place, occasionally putting her hand on my knee and seeming to find it funny as I twisted away. It wasn't long before we pulled up in front of the block of flats she lived in. Hmm, I though, I'd definitely need to gag her later so the neighbours wouldn't hear anything. As usual I had everything ready in my bag, so I followed her up the steps to her flat.

Outside her door she stopped and turned to me. “Are you sure you want to stay?” She asked. I nodded, not daring to speak in case my excitement might show. She smiled at my response. I was now so fired up I knew I'd have to start almost as soon as we got in.

She ushered me in and, as soon as the door shut, surprised me by pinning me against the wall and showering my face and neck in kisses, her hands were everywhere, at my breasts, up my thighs, under my skirt (I thanked God I'd changed out of the strap-on.) I pushed her away and tried to look flustered. “I, I, must go the loo.” I blurted out, needing time to get myself together and for her to calm down a bit.

“OK,” she laughed, “2 nd door on the right. I'll be in the lounge.”

As I locked the toilet door behind me I heard her bolting the front door, she really didn't want me to leave, I thought, how long before that changed. I sat on the loo for a couple of minutes until I was sure she'd got her libido relatively under control, then I rummaged round the bottom of my bag and found my knife. Time to teach the dyke sex-maniac a lesson.

I entered the lounge with the knife in my hand hidden behind my back; Sophie was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine out towards me. “Here you are Julie, have a drink.” I took the glass in my left hand and casually tossed it over the back of the sofa. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as I grasped her hair with my now free left hand and produced the knife and pressed it against her throat. Her eyes widened I sheer terror as I snarled, “OK, bitch, do as I say and I won't hurt you, any funny stuff and you'll be sorry, understand?” A strangled noise told me she did. “Good, now slowly stand up and start to undress.” Her eyes still terror filled she did as she was told and slowly began to undress in front of me. Because I still wanted her to think it might just be a robbery I tried to hide my growing arousal as she revealed more and more of her body, this was quite hard as she was not only pretty, but had a magnificent figure too. Finally she removed her knickers and was totally naked, I walked round her, trailing the knife lightly over her breasts and belly just to intimidate her further she shivered under its cold touch. I picked up her knickers, they were damp. “Wet at the thought of what you were going to do to me?” I sneered, “That's nothing to what I'm going to do to you, bitch.” As she opened her mouth to reply I stuffed her panties in as a gag.

“Seeing as sex is what you had in mind when you invited me here, perhaps you'll show me the bedroom?” I pushed her out of the lounge, picking up my bag as I followed her and was close on her heels as we entered her bedroom. I quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs from my bag, dropped the knife and pushed her face first onto the bed and fell on top of her. This was a bit I always loved, struggling with a woman, knowing that as soon as the cuffs are on she was helpless. My weight on top of her pinned her and I had no trouble dragging her arms behind her and clicking the cuffs on, it was that simple, it usually is.

I lay on top of her for a few seconds and then slid my arms round her in a bear-hug and rolled onto my side as if we were playing spoons, then I let my fingers do the walking, her breasts were nice and big and I took great delight in pinching the nipples and digging my nails into the firm flesh, this made me glad that I'd used a gag as her shrieks were audible; I knew I'd have to replace it later, then I hooked her thrashing legs under control with mine and slid my hand down to her pussy, she was still wet (still? I thought) and I had no trouble in sliding my fingers in and out. As her bottom was pressed back against my dress I came and bit her shoulder painfully as I did.

I hurriedly grabbed for the second pair of cuffs and pinned her ankles together long enough to bind them, then I rubbed my face against her smooth legs up and down, they were like silk against my cheek.

“Sophie, Sophie” I muttered as I began to lick her thighs, before parting them with one hand and viciously biting the fleshy inner part, this provoked the inevitable reaction of making her try to sit up, I easily pushed her back down and then actually bit her pussy, not particularly hard, but just enough to make her understand, she still had enough of her juices left from her attempt on me in the hallway to make it very pleasant. “Stay down, Sophie, you don't have to do anything unless I tell you, so just relax and let me have my fun. I guess we weren't going to be disturbed so we have all night, don't we? Oh, Sophie, you poor girl, what fun I'm going to have with you.” I laughed as I finished the sentence and went back to my work of biting and licking my way up her body.

Each bite was now aimed at producing the electric-shock reaction I love so much, but when I got to her breasts I must admit I completely lost control. I always like to give my victims love-bites on their breast but Sophie's were so unspeakably gorgeous I just couldn't help myself from biting really deeply into the beautiful flesh. Then pulling the nipple so far with my teeth that I thought I could rip it clean off without much more effort. I had to hold Sophie down by her shoulders as I did all this and at the same time try to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries which were getting a bit loud. Eventually I managed to get a sort of choking hold round her neck which shut her up, I pushed my free hand between her legs and worked my fingers into her pussy violently, I could feel another orgasm coming on so I frigged her faster and bit harder until I flooded my panties and was temporarily satisfied.

I eased myself up her body and whispered in her ear “God, wasn't that intense Soph?” Then I dropped my lips to her neck, which was salty from her tears, and gave her another love-bite. As she tried pointlessly to get away I sucked harder, then when I'd done I said “Surely they'll be expecting some sort of proof about how sick you mother is?”

I got off the bed and looked at her. No matter how many times I see a naked woman bound and gagged it never fails to almost bring me off on it's own and Sophie was no exception, the more I looked at her the more stunningly beautiful she became in my eyes and my hand slipped under my skirt and stroked my wet panties.

I looked at the bed she was on, the headboard was one of those ornate metal ones and it gave me an idea. Picking up the knife, a proper gag, and another set of handcuffs I first moved the pliant Sophie up the bed so her head was just touching the metal, I then hooked her panties out of her mouth and before she'd had time to take more than a couple of breaths I slipped the ball-gag on and tied it in place. Ii waved the knife under fear-filled eyes “ I'm going to untie your legs now, Sophie, remember I've got this and be good.” Moving rapidly I slipped the new handcuffs on one ankle, undid the existing pair and pushed her legs up so the were over her head, then I cuffed each one to the headboard, each one roughly over a shoulder.

She was now totally exposed and I couldn't resist lowering my face between her thighs, I flicked my tongue over her pussy lips, and then fixed her eyes with mine. “The sooner you come, the sooner I'll be finished.” I lied then buried my face between he legs again. Whether it was my false promise or whether she really was turned on by this I don't know but it didn't take to many licks before the familiar taste filled my mouth and I felt her tremble in an orgasm.

I was in no mood to stop now and not even bothering to congratulate her I got off the bed and started to undress, watched all the time by Sophie, she showed no reaction until I produced and out on one of my larger strap-ons, her eyes bulged in disbelief as I started to lubricate the shaft, grinning wickedly while I did so. I climbed back onto the bed and knelt between her raised legs. “You know Sophie, you look so gorgeous like this I think I could eat you, oh I forgot I just did. Well then I'll have to think if something else to do. So many holes..” I left the sentence hanging as I probed a greased finger at her anus, it slipped in easily and I pushed it in right up to my second knuckle. “My” I went on “ We'll have to see just how much you can take in there won't we.” I was glad I'd re-gagged her as she started screaming now, sadly for her all in vain.

“ But let's see how much we can get in your dykey pussy shall we?” My hand was still quite greasy from the lubing of the strap-on and as I began to slide my fingers into her still wet pussy the met with no resistance, Sophie was whining behind her gag as I kept pushing my hand in further and further, with my free hand I began to maul her already battered tits, soon my hand was right inside her up to my wrist and I flexed it to inflict maximum pain, which, judging by the look on Sophie's face I managed to do. I felt another orgasm coming on and wanted to be inside her when it arrived so I pulled out very quickly causing an incredible, muffled shriek form my captive. Then I simply replaced my hand with my strap-on and with no finesse plunged it deep into Sophie's abused hole. I grunted with each stoke as I pushed it in until my hips were slapping against her thighs and her tears were pouring like rain.

Panting through my orgasm I looked at her “Save your tears, little one” I mocked “There's worse to come” I eased my phallus out of her pussy and placed it against her anus, which seemed to wink at it's impending assailant. Sophie shook her head violently, and seemed to be trying to chew her way through the gag, the whole bed shook with her protests, so I lent forward and slapped her face twice, this shut her up. “Sophie,” I said, as sweetly a possible “I'm going to do it, and believe me it's will be a lot less painful for you if you don't struggle, so be a good girl and let me fuck your arse off.”

I spread her thighs wider still and began to press the strap-on into the tight hole, at first she resisted me but then it suddenly sank in causing Sophie to weep uncontrollably. “Good girl” I encouraged as I eased myself further and further in until I couldn't go any deeper, my flesh pressed against hers and I shuddered as I came again.

I stayed like that for a while before easing myself out, and then I sat at the bottom of the bed. “Sophie, you're a great fuck,” I told her, but whether she heard me through her sobs I don't know.

I weighed up my options. I was shagged out, as they say and would be for a while, if I was going to stay the night I'd have to unite Sophie at some point and I didn't think she'd be as easy to control as Jessica. Time to go while she was still traumatized I decided, moving quickly I dressed, got my stuff in my bag, uncuffed Sophie and removed the gag. I waved the knife again. “I'm going now, don't tell anyone about this, you have a reputation as a duke so they'll just think it was bit of s&m, keep it zipped, ok?” I didn't wait for the reply; I didn't need to, she wouldn't tell anyone for at least a year I guessed.

I left her flat and drove off into the gathering twilight, what a holiday I thought, and it wasn't over yet. After all I still needed somewhere to stay the night.