Strap-On Jenny

Strap-on Jenny

By Ashtree

The following is a work of fiction/fantasy, it is not intended to condone or encourage forced sexual acts between females.

 

Hi, it's Jenny here again with another tale about raping other women. This one's about the time I first discovered the joys of using a strap-on to fuck my victims.

After I'd had Miss Johnson (my teacher from school) my confidence was sky-high. I'd raped two women now, both older than my 18 years, and had got away scot-free each time. I felt invincible but also vaguely dissatisfied. Although I'd used a vibrator on my teacher I felt it lacked something. From my growing collection of lesbian bondage mags I began to get the idea of getting a strap-on dildo and actually fucking my next victim.

Like all my ideas once the seed was planted it began to grow with astonishing speed and in only a few weeks I had a good plan. I reckoned that where better to find my next victim than a lesbian bar. I could play the lesbian virgin role to the hilt, and I knew there'd bound to be some predatory old dyke who'd jump at the chance to break in an 18 year old virgin. I knew after my scare with Miss Johnson that I'd have to use handcuffs from now on but that was no problem. Now it was just a matter of refining my idea.

Getting hold of a strap-on was easy, one trip to my favourite adult store in the city and hey-presto. I'm sure the guy in the shop didn't know what to make of me when I asked to see his selection of strap-ons and I didn't enlighten him as to my plans. I knew that I would have to wait a few days between buying the strap-on and using it simply to get the hang of how to fit it, etc. I could hardly wait to get home that day, I rushed upstairs, locked my door, stripped off and strapped up. It too a few minutes of trying before I managed to get it right, but finally I stood in front of my mirror and admired myself.

The sight of me standing there, naked and with a large phallus standing erect, coupled with the idea of what I was going to do with it set my pussy on fire. I hurriedly unfastened the strap-on and dived onto the bed and rummaged underneath for my favourite magazine. It had a brilliant picture of a young woman cuffed and bound, bent over the back of a sofa, being fucked against her will by a another girl with a strap-on. As I fingered myself to a climax I knew that in only a few days I'd be living that picture.

I began to plan actual dates now. My parents were away for a while overseas and had left me alone in the house; they knew I wasn't the most social of people so I wasn't going to throw any wild parties. This meant, of course, that I could come and go with no explanations, so I decided now was the time. I'd go up to the city one afternoon, hang around the lesbian bars I knew of, and wait to be picked up. I reckoned I could always stay the night at my victims house if needs be.

The day in question I packed my stuff in a carrier bag from a well-known department store, that way I figured I'd just look like a girl who'd gone shopping in the city. I put in my new strap-on, a tube of lubricant, my handcuffs, a vibrator, a kitchen knife to intimidate, a pair of scissors, and as an afterthought my school tie, after all I did intend to make my victim scream.

The make-up process took a long time. I wanted to look young, but not so young as to look under-age, finally I managed it. I wore a skirt that finished a few inches above the knee, bare legs, and a t-shirt and no bra. For a moment I considered if I'd over-baited the trap but decided I'd got it right.

From the limited amount of reading I'd done about lesbians I'd found about the professional lesbians and had decided to lay the trap for one of those. I'd be in a lesbian bar about the time their offices shut, I reckoned that way they'd be more inclined to head straight home with their catch instead of if I waited for them to come out at night.

I entered what I knew to be a lesbian bar about 5 pm, ordered a drink, and sat not too visibly but not too hidden. After about 20 minutes the bar started to fill with a recognizable type of customers, what now would be called lipstick lesbians, lots of expensive business suits and glamour hairstyles. One of then glanced at me but moved on, thank Christ, I thought, she weighed about 25 stone, I' d stand no chance against her. Hell, she might even rape me. Then another entered the bar; she was much more my type. She was in her late 30's, I guessed, possibly early 40's, but her figure was still young, and her black hair hung loosely about her shoulders. She was on her own and when she glanced round the room I made sure I smiled shyly at her. The bait worked and in a couple of minutes she came over with her drink and a refill for me.

She immediately started making enquiries about what I was doing there, I guess she was probing to see if I knew what sort of bar it was.

So I started playing the lesbian virgin act; I told her I sort of knew what sort of bar it was and that I was having trouble defining my sexuality. As I expected this got her attention. I told her I was from a small village out in the country where it was difficult to be different but I was becoming increasingly attracted to women and so had come to the city, where I could find out more.

She was hooked now, all I had to do was reel her in. I came right out and asked her if she was gay and she said she was, and placed her hand on my knee and squeezed it gently, and said that if there was anything she could do to help me find myself she would. I told her what made me uncomfortable about boys was the idea of them putting their dicks inside me, this made her laugh. She explained that she'd been a lesbian since her early 20's and had only been fucked by a man once, that was the great thing about being a lesbian she said, she hadn't had a dick inside her for years and never would again she reckoned. This was better than I thought, what a shock was coming to you, lady.

I reckoned it was time to move things along and asked if we could go somewhere more private and after finding out that I didn't have to be home at any time asked me if I'd like to come back to her place. I feigned reluctance at first but agreed when she said there was no pressure, and there was a spare room if I didn't feel ready for anything.

If I'd had any doubts about whether her intentions were honourable or not they were dispelled in the corridor leading from the main bar to the street; she gently pressed me against the wall and kissed me full on the lips, hell with it, I thought, and kissed her back. As we kissed she slid one hand under my skirt and up my leg and with her other she pulled my t-shirt out of my skirt and then ran her hand up inside that and started to squeeze my bra-less breasts. I pulled away at this point, saying this was too public, and she merely grinned, but complied.

On the walk to her car she told me a bit about herself, she was called Rachel and worked as a financial director for a multi-national company based here. She had no partner and had originally planned to have friends round tonight but she called them on her mobile and cancelled the arrangement. I told her I was glad we'd be alone, I didn't tell her why.

Judging by her car she wasn't lying about her job, it was a top of the range sports car, and it made short work of the few miles drive to her house, even allowing for the city traffic.

Judging by her home she wasn't lying about her job either, it was a penthouse flat in an exclusive apartment block. I think she was a bit embarrassed about being seen with someone clearly young enough to be her daughter, as we didn't go through the main entrance but instead used the side/service entrance to avoid any prying eyes. Needless to say this suited me fine.

This meant we took the secondary lift, which, she said, was smaller than the main one. It was also unused for 99% of the time and we were the only occupants for the trip up to Rachel's level. She used our solitude for another groping session, rather heavier than the one at the bar. As we kissed she ran her hand up my skirt and slipped it inside my panties and gently rubbed my pussy lips. She was a good kisser and this, coupled with my own thoughts about what I was going to do to the predatory old dyke once I had her tied up, ensured that I was wet enough down there to re-assure her about where the night was heading.

“You can touch me, you know.” Rachel whispered in my ear. I didn't want to get to carried away in here so I gingerly slid my hand round to stroke her bum, but luckily for me before things could go much further the lift gave a jolt as it reached the right floor and we broke apart.

Rachel opened the lift doors, did a quick check on the landing and then hurried me along the hallway to her door, opened it and ushered me in. I don't know whether she was always like this or whether the fact that she thought she was about to break in a 16 year old lesbian virgin (I'd lied about my age, I'm afraid), but Rachel seemed like a bag of nerves and immediately rushed to the kitchen to fix herself a large glass of wine.

She took nervous gulps from it while she showed me round her spacious flat, it was decorated in a minimalist style, and I have to say it was beautiful, however I had other things on my mind. Such as how to overpower my host. Then I began to get an idea. In the short time we'd been here Rachel had already re-filled her glass twice, if she carried on at this rate she might get so drunk she'd let her guard down. I didn't want her passed out though; I like my victims to know what's happening.

As she disappeared into the kitchen again I hurriedly took my 2 pairs of handcuffs out of my carrier bag with the knife and slipped them into my handbag. Rachel returned from the kitchen this time carrying two wine glasses, and she suggested we sit together on the sofa.

We sat side by side on the sofa drinking our wine, she crossed her legs in a sexy fashion and I caught a glimpse of bare thigh above her stocking top, she stroked my hair as we talked and I endeavoured to keep the conversation going long enough to get her drunk enough to put my plan into action.

The wine flowed and so did the talk, I was pretty confident of my ability to out drink her if I needed to but shortly after we started our 3 rd bottle I figured the time was right.

By now her own thoughts were doubtless beginning to turn to when to make her move and for a brief moment I weighed up whether to let her do that and pounce in the bedroom but then decided it would be more fun to catch her before she began.

“Rachel,” I began, “could you get me a couple of ice cubes for my wine?”

“Sure sweetie.” She climbed to her feet slightly unsteadily and wandered off to the kitchen, silently I rose and followed her taking my knife out of my bag as I did so. As she reached the door of the kitchen I swiftly grabbed her hair, jerked her head back and put the knife to her throat. Her cry of pain and surprise was short.

“Ok, you dyke bitch,” I hissed into her ear “This is a robbery, do exactly as I say and you won't get hurt, understand?”

She mumbled her frightened agreement; I'd gambled correctly that if she only thought she was going to be robbed she wouldn't resist, whereas if I'd announced my intention of raping her I might have had a fight on my hands.

“Good, now kneel down and put your hands behind your back.”

As Rachel did so I felt a tingling in my pussy as she began to submit to me, as she put her hands together behind her back I seized them with one hand, reached into my bag for the first set of handcuffs and snapped them onto her wrists. Her kneeling position gave me a very tempting glimpse inside her blouse at her pretty breasts half hidden in her lacy bra. I was now beginning to get quite wet at this situation and with my breathing becoming hard and fast clipped the other pair of cuffs onto her ankles.

“Don't move a fucking muscle or make a squeak. I'll be right back.” I told her, hoping I was hiding my rapidly rising excitement.

I was silently cursing myself for leaving my school tie in my carrier bag; there was nothing to stop Rachel screaming her head off while I went to get it and at that point I'd have to run. Luckily my short absence to retrieve the tie and the scissors was accompanied by total silence.

Hurriedly I knelt down behind Rachel who was trembling a bit, this, of course, turned me on more. Dropping the scissors silently onto the hallway floor I looped my school tie round her face.

“Open wide, bitch” I demanded, and as she dutifully obeyed (Christ, how her submission was making me wet.) I yanked the thing back into her mouth and knotted it hard behind her head.

A strangulated choke was Rachel's only response to this indignity, but I knew she could still breathe so I gave her no respite. Close to her now I could down her blouse again and the sight of her breasts rising and falling with her fearful breaths brought me to the edge of, hopefully, the first of many orgasms of the night.

I slid my arms round her and ripped her blouse open and pulled her bra down, Rachel tried to cry out in fear and protest as I grabbed and mauled her lovely tits, I was close to coming now and pushed her down to the floor on her side and leant onto her, with my left hand I pinched and squeezed her nipple and thrust my right hand up her skirt, I reached the top of her stockings and squeezed the top of her thigh then pushed my fingers into the crotch of her panties, she bucked against me but this was me in my element and as I pushed the material into her pussy I felt the onrush of my orgasm. I dropped my lips onto her bare shoulder and bit hard, very hard judging by her squealing and struggling.

“Shut it, bitch.” I whispered hoarsely lifting my mouth just long enough to move my attentions to her neck and give it a vampire style bite, simultaneously I gave her nipple a vicious pinch and violently pushed my fingers into her covered pussy and then I came. I hugged her closer to me as I did and sucked hard on her neck, I lifted my leg over hers and ground my crotch into her bum as I shuddered.

As my orgasm subsided I eased myself off Rachel a bit and slumped back onto the floor while I got my breath back. She was starting to cry now with the shock of it all.

“Not quite what you had in mind when you picked me up, eh? Dyke slut.” I asked as I pulled her head back by the ends of my school tie. “I'd save your tears you'll need them for what I intend to do to you later. You're a bit over dressed for what I have in mind though.” With that I picked up the scissors and began to cut her clothes off.

The blouse fell to pieces under the blades assault, but her bra straps were slightly tougher, in revenge for this inanimate obstruction I ran the open blades lightly over her breasts causing her to shake almost uncontrollably. Standing up I moved round to her feet and pulled her skirt off her, she looked really sexy in just her stockings and panties but I wanted her totally nude so I roughly cut the stockings from her legs nicking her knee with the scissors slightly, this would greatly increase her fear and so her compliance.

Her panties were flimsy and I took great pleasure in ripping them roughly off, I knelt astride her body and held the scissors at her throat.

“I'm going to ungag you now Rachel just long enough to put your panties in your mouth, you scream and it will be the last noise you ever make, understand?”

Her eyes flashed a terrified consent so I pulled the tie from her mouth and, before she could take more than half a gulp of air I pushed her panties in and re-gagged her.

“That's better isn't? You dyke bitch slut, you thought you were going to get a nice little virgin to deflower, didn't you? But I have a surprise waiting for you. In a second I'll turn you onto your front and untie your legs and we'll go into your living room where I'll show you what it is.” I twisted her already battered nipples as I said this then lifted myself off her and rolled her onto her front.

Rachel's body was exceptionally good for someone in her late 30's or 40's and I began to get wet again as I gazed at her bottom and thighs – I'd have a lot of fun with those later – but I had work to do.

I unclipped the cuffs round her ankles and hauled her to her feet by her hair; I pushed her roughly into the front room and made her stumble onto the sofa. I could hardly wait now, in a few minutes I was going to rape a woman with a strap-on but I wanted her to see what was coming so I pushed and pulled her until she was lying on her back with her face looking into the room. I stepped back from the sofa and started to undress.

Normally, with my victim tied and helpless I would have taken my time undressing but the realization of how close I was to doing her made me hurry. I still took a few minutes to take in her helplessness, she wasn't even struggling (that would soon change), her tiny (clipped?) triangle of pubic hair waiting without knowing.

Once naked I went over to my bag and fished out my strap-on, Rachel's eyes bulged as she saw the size of it and realized what was about to happen, she started to raise herself into a sitting position and swung her legs onto the floor, with one large step I was up to her and slapped her face hard and pushed her back down.

“Stay the fuck there, bitch.” I yelled at her and yanked her hair and slapped her face again. “Remember how you said you haven't been fucked for so many years? That's about to change, so stay there like a good dyke while I get strapped up.”

Rachel started sobbing again; I think she accepted now that there was very little she could do to stop me. She started to plead with me (I think) through her gags but I wasn't interested. I grabbed her face in one hand.

“Listen you bitch, shut the fuck up, I'm going to fuck you now and when I've done that I'm going to fuck you up the arse, and there's nothing you can do or say to stop me. Remember, no-ones coming round tonight, it's just you and me all night, so just lie there and take it like the depraved old dyke you are.”

Then I returned to fitting my strap-on, it only took a few minutes. I squeezed some lubricant out onto the phallus and rubbed it up and down the shaft in an exaggerated fashion. Now I was ready.

I was shaking with anticipation as I climbed onto the sofa at her feet, in her fear she tried to inch up the sofa away from me but it was too easy to grab her knees to steady her. I slapped the insides of her thighs to separate them and moved myself into position.

“Ready?” I asked with an evil smile.

I bent over her loving the naked terror in her eyes, with one hand I guided the tip of the strap-on between her lips, and I left it there for a minute while I dropped my mouth onto her breasts. I kissed and licked them gently at first until I heard a soft moan of pleasure coming from behind Rachel's gag. Fuck that, I thought, so I bit very hard onto her fleshy mound and as she screamed as best as she could and arched upwards I thrust myself inside her.

I was inside a woman for the first time, and it felt divine. I thrust myself aggressively into her time and again, slamming my hips against hers, reveling in the way this sent shudders through her body which my mouth, still biting hard on her breast, picked up. I released my bite on her breast and kissed her shoulder, then bit that as a new phenomenon grew upon me: the strap-on was arousing my clit and I could feel another orgasm building.

Rachel was sobbing openly now – at least I'd stopped her enjoying this – and I thrust into her with renewed vigour , slipping my hands under her to cup and then rake her buttocks with my nails. My face was now next to hers and I alternated between raining kisses on her cheek and inflicting love-bites on her neck.

The tremors in my pussy caused by the strap-on were rapidly building to a huge orgasm which suddenly rippled through me. It was the most tremendous orgasm I'd ever felt and I stayed at my deepest penetration inside Rachel for its duration. I let out a low moan of pleasure right next to ear to show how much pleasure I'd just taken from her.

I lay slumped like a dead weight on her for a minute while I recovered myself, then I pushed myself up and looked at her. Rachel was staring blankly at the ceiling, eyes filled with tears which were overflowing and running down the sides of her head. I knew I was quite near to breaking her and that once I'd done that I could un-gag her and get her mouth to work on me.

I glanced the other way at the back of the sofa, it was quite high backed – about waist height – and that gave me an idea. I pulled myself out of Rachel without any warning causing her to cry out and try to curl up into a fetal position but I was a girl on a mission now and climbed off the sofa grabbing Rachel's' hair and pulling her with me.

She tried to object through both her sobs and her gags but a swift slap across the face showed her I was no more inclined to listen than before. I dragged her, squealing, around the sofa and then bent her over the back of it.

“Stay there, and don't move a fucking muscle, dyke slut.” I snarled as I left her just so I could grab my tube of lubricant from the floor. I moved round behind Rachel again and knelt down behind her. I stared lustfully at her thighs and bottom and started to kiss them all over, running my tongue up the back of her legs to her bottom, pressing my face against her flesh. I slid my hand up the inside of her legs and fingered her pussy as roughly as I could.

As soon I felt that she might be enjoying it I wrapped my arms around her waist and bit deeply on her buttocks, the way she cried and wriggled against my face lit my fires down below again. The bite made Rachel attempt to stand upright but I pushed her back down.

“I said don't fucking move, bitch, don't make me any angrier than I am now.”

Still kneeling I squeezed some more lubricant onto my strap-on and spread it up and down the shaft. Rachel had no idea what I was doing until I slipped my lubricated hand between her legs. I guess she was simply expecting another fucking but when I pushed my thumb against her anus she must have suddenly realized what I had in mind.

Standing up I pushed my weight against Rachel, who being bent over the sofa was unable to move much. I pressed my greased thumb against her little hole until it eased itself in.

“Don't you fucking dare try and stop me. You're getting it up the arse, fucking dyke slut”

Still holding her firmly between me and the sofas back I spread her buttocks with one hand and with the other guided the tip of the strap-on until it was resting on its target.

My excitement was making me short of breath and I could only pant my next instruction.

“Just relax, you can't stop me.”

With the tip of the phallus probing her ring I gripped the back of Rachel's neck and pushed her head down, then I started to push my way in.

At first the resistance was too much but as I applied more pressure I felt her hole spread and allow the greased shaft to start easing its way. Even though Rachel's face was being pressed firmly into the cushions she was still making quite a bit of noise so I guess her pain must have been tremendous.

Not that that bothered me one bit, the thrill of buggering a woman for the first time was making me melt and the strap-on was once again doing its bit on my clit. I soon found out that it was best to maintain a continuous pressure rather than the rapid thrusts I'd used when fucking her pussy, and slowly, bit by greased bit my strap-on was sliding further and further into her.

Rachel was trying to shake her head as if telling me she couldn't take any more, this just made me more turned on, but when she began to kick her legs out against me I got annoyed and slapped her thighs viciously hard.

This new act of cruelty coupled with the steady rubbing of my clit started my orgasm, and as it shuddered through me I pushed her head down further and, with my other hand, felt for and squeezed her pussy lips. The muffled shriek this produced was the icing on the orgasm cake.

As my orgasm subsided I pulled myself rapidly out of Rachel, grabbed her hair and pulled her upright. She was moaning into her gag, and appeared to be in some distress, I slid my arms around her and began to squeeze and pinch her breasts making her squirm against me, but there was no energy in her movements and I guessed I broken her.

I dragged her out of the living room in search of her bedroom; I wanted to degrade her in her own bed before I was done. Her flat was quite large so actually finding the bedroom took slightly longer than I expected but once there I pushed Rachel roughly onto the bed and then groped and mauled her all over, laughing all the while at her tears and muffled cries.

She had, as I'd expected, a large bed and I rolled her all over it, slapping and pinching her all over her body, then kissing and licking her. I rolled her onto her back and sat astride her chest and rubbed my strap-on all over her face and gag, then I went to work biting her nipples and pushing my fingers into her pussy. It was as if I was determined to leave no part of her body unmarked as I bit her arms and then her thighs, a sort of frenzy had overtaken me, I just wanted to inflict as much pain as suffering as my pleasure could handle.

Out of the blue I pushed her off the bed onto the floor, unable to break her fall she hit the ground hard, not that I cared, I leant down and started pulling her across the floor by her hair. I think the fall stunned her a bit as she took a couple of seconds to get her limbs working but eventually she hauled herself to her feet. I sat on the edge of the bed and positioned her next to me and indicated for her to go over my lap.

She just stood there, face streaked with tears, as if not understanding my instructions so I pulled her down by her breast.. Once over my lap I forced her arms up which, of course, forced her head down onto the floor and her lovely bottom up. It was her bottom I was now interested in, it still had my teeth imprints in it; soon it would have my hand prints all over it. I began to spank her, slowly at first then harder and faster until the blows were almost continuous and she was wriggling and moaning for all she was worth.

Eventually I had to stop, my hand was aching that much, but not too much that I couldn't force my fingers into her pussy and pinch her clit, causing her to actually twist off my lap onto the floor.

“Get back on the fucking bed, you fuck-toy, and gets what coming to you.” I yelled at her and was gratified to see her obey almost immediately. As she climbed onto the bed I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto her back, I slapped her thighs apart and prepared to fuck her again.

“You're going to remember this fuck for the rest of your life, dyke slut.” I hissed as I positioned my strap-on again.

I lifted her legs behind her knees and dragged her down the bed towards me; I was kneeling up and had to lift her hips so her pussy slid onto my shaft. Rachel was offering no resistance now; it was as if she'd just given up. Her eyes were shut. Fuck that, I thought.

I let go of her hips, leant over her and slapped her face.

“Look at me while I rape you, bitch.”

Her eyes opened and I fixed her gaze as I began to thrust in and out of her. This thrill of looking deep into the eyes of my victim while I fucked her hard and rough was a new one and my inevitable orgasm wasn't long coming.

As soon as the waves started I pulled out of her, I rapidly undid my tie and fished her panties out of her mouth, she gasped at the fresh air but her respite was brief because I forced my strap-on inside her mouth.

“Lick yourself off it” I hissed as I held her head steady by her hair with one hand and started to undo my strap-on with the other. I let go of her hair for a moment to enable me to undo it quicker and then, while still orgasming, I pulled the strap-on out of her mouth, threw it away and forced my pussy onto her lips as I came.

I ground myself into her face, as yet another really intense orgasm coursed through me. I clamped my thighs on her cheeks and actually thought I was going to faint. As it subsided I leant back from her face at last allowing her to breathe, then I lay back getting my breath back. This had been the most satisfying of my rapes so far, if using a strap-on was this good how could I stop?

For a few minutes I lay there, only the sounds of Rachel's breathing and sobbing accompanying my thoughts. This one was over though, so I began to prepare to leave. I left her on the bed while I vanished into the living room to get dressed. I glanced at the clock; 9.pm, not bad I thought as I did my skirt up, I could still get the last train home.

I gathered all my stuff together and stuffed it into my bag; I went back into the bedroom. Rachel was still where I left her, she gazed at me fearfully when I came in but I made no move towards her. I retrieved my strap-on and school tie first and then went looking for her dressing gown; once found it I took the sash and tied her ankles very firmly together. This was to give me enough time to get clear before she could do anything, not that I expected her to; what could she tell anyone? She picked up a kid who raped her. Who'd believe that? And if the Police came to see me, well Officer she wanted some S & M and it got a bit rough.

I didn't need to tell her this; she was an intelligent woman. As I was about to remove her handcuffs I was overcome with an urge to leave her one last memento. Finding her panties I stuffed them in her mouth, ignoring her feeble protests and then gave her four last vicious, deep bites: 1 on each breast and 1 on each buttock.

As her tears fell again I removed her handcuffs and left. As usual I said nothing as I went, I just went quickly.

Once outside I suddenly realised I didn't know where I was, for a moment I was a bit alarmed – lost at night in the city, would the hunter become the hunted? Fortunately at that moment a taxi appeared and I hopped in. I guess I was just a lucky person.

On the way to the train station my mind was racing with ideas for my next victim.