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Warning! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and nonconsexual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.
Karen:
My Rape of An All-American Princess
By “Prey4Me”
Part 3 (Of 3)
Mf, rape, 1st, Mdom
The following is a work of erotic fiction, involving the rape of a perfectly innocent eighteen-year-old girl. It is intended only for persons over eighteen. Any similarity between the characters and real persons is coincidental and utterly improbable. The author does not condone or encourage non-consensual sex. If your reading this goes beyond the mere enjoyment of fantasy to the attempt of forced sex, then either get competent help or a castration or both.
Our Story So Far
Early in the afternoon, I encountered a teenage girl of extraordinary sweetness and loveliness. I gave in to an impulse, and exploited a unique opportunity to kidnap her; I then took her to a derelict farmhouse. There, I took my time, enjoying this rare beauty, and raped her: first with some cocksucking, and then a long vaginal rape. I took her to an outdoor site, and forced her to pose for photos in a wide array of clothed, partly disrobed, and nude. This got me excited again, and I raped her again, alternating between sodomizing her and vaginal penetration. All this pretty well sapped my libido, and I have taken my violated virgin back to the car, where I prepare for returning her home.
PART III
My beautiful Karen awkwardly—painfully, it would seem—pushed herself off the boulder to an unsteady stance upon the irregular rocks of the riverbed. Oddly, I was awed by the peacefulness and sanctity of this little niche in the vacant farmland: so heavenly, and yet Karen had just had a bit of hell visited upon her! “Come on, baby,” I announced. “Time to go. Party’s over.”
She looked at me, blankly. “Come on, cunt! Get your things, and get going!” I pointed at her clothes, which were strewn over the rocks. The bra was dangling by a ribbony strap from a protruding piece of driftwood. Her panties had fallen in between some stones, and her slip—damn, that was a sexy little thing!—was draped over a kind of a ledge. Her other things were scattered. Her blouse, skirt, and knee-highs, which she had put on and taken off various times for various shoot sequences, were scattered around.
Karen started bending down, and she was quite a sight. Even to my thoroughly sated libido. Her long hair fell forward, obscuring her face. Her trim cheerleader ass pushed up and backward, giving me a view of her red-and-brown-smeared nethers. She had such perfect tits: they fell downwards just a little, but there was no droop or sway whatsoever as she bent and moved about. I tell you, it was still a real thrill to look at her, just enjoying the sight of this perfect teenager, with the lingering sensation that I had raped her, violated her, very thoroughly, and twice at that.
Karen gathered her things, rolling them up in her pleated skirt, and then stopped, waiting, looking down at the rocks. There was sadness on her face, and if there were a gram of the humanitarian in me, I would have felt badly for her. But, knowing that her pitiful condition was all because of me I was perversely gladdened. Only another sadist can understand how giddy I was, as I contemplated the loveliness of her misery.
It was a successful abduction and very gratifying rape, but somehow I wasn’t finished enjoying and abusing beautiful young Karen. My appetite for her far exceeded my lust: I just couldn’t get enough of my lovely prey in the few hours available to me. I beckoned for her to approach me. She gingerly stepped over the rocks. “Kiss me, baby,” I quietly ordered. She leaned forward, and her hair graced my shoulders. I held her by her nape, and Frenched her. Then I slid off the rock I was sitting on, and we made our way out of the riverbed to the car. I stopped for a few last pictures. A particularly nice one had her captured from just below her breasts, her hair falling over half her face, covering her left eye and temple. She looked morosely into the camera, with a large tear trickling down her right cheek from that bright blue eye.
Back at the car, we both put on our clothes. I interrupted her when she had her lingerie on, so I could hold, hug, stroke, and fondle her through her shimmery nylon. Then we finished. I mounted the laptop on the car trunk, connected the cable from the camera, and loaded the images. Then I ran through them into my photo organizer. They were all good, and a lot of them were really superb. I pointed this out to Karen, as I scrolled down.
“This is nice, honey,” I informed her. “Real art. Porno, sure, but it’s art!” I felt avuncular, pointing out how beautiful she was, and how various poses were artistic, and others were just licentious. And I kept reminding her that millions of men would adore looking at her naked images. “Your bush looks really cute here—nice and trim—you could pass for 14, maybe 13 in this shot!” Karen was passive as I gloated over my inventory of probably a few hundred shots. I had everything from Karen, in her school uniform, posed demurely upon a rock with her pleats spilling from her hips, to schoolgirl-slut with her fingers spreading her cunt lips!
“Now you know what I have. Within an hour of releasing you, I’m going to have these uploaded onto a confidential web site. And I will set up an automatic mailing program. I’ll hack into your school for all the email addresses and I’ll set up links to hundreds of porno sites. Karen, baby, you have no idea of the smut that’s out there, and I can assure you, there are millions—millions! —of guys out there who would really love to look at a beautiful blonde American school girl like you, taking her clothes off, getting naked…. playing with herself…”
I paused. “You get the idea!” I was leaning against the car; Karen was standing before me, her arms to her side, looking pensively at the ground, or rather, defeated. I put my arms on her waist, and pulled her to me, embracing her. She looked so beautiful and appealing and fuckable, and I embraced her, putting my mouth to her ear. Her silken hair tickled and caressed my face. I hugged her, and stroked her torso, feeling her curves, the lines of her bra, through her white cotton blouse.
I kept holding her, stroking and fondling my schoolgirl, whispering into her ear. “You know you’re beautiful, but you have no idea how guys look at you, what they think when you walk by, your pleated little skirt swishing and swaying about your knees.” I reached down, and took hold of Karen’s skirt, pulling it up.
“We want to lift up your skirt, Karen.”
I kissed her ear, and slid my fingers up her thigh.
“We want to touch you where boys aren’t supposed to touch you.”
I gave her a little squeeze, and my hand went back around her panties again.
“Millions of guys want to do what I can do to you right now. The smallest interest by the cops, and they get to look at you, naked!”
I kissed my captive Karen. “But first I’m going to send them to boys and men and teachers and priests and the janitor and everybody in your school, Karen.” She was a defeated girl, if not a good one, and she stood still, leaning in to me, while I pawed and fondled her. I was just greedy for her, there’s no other way of saying it. Even with my libido expended, I just had to have more of her, this drop-dead little lovely who was the object of desire of any male who saw her.
I reached down to her thigh and pinched a bit of her woolen skirt, and pulled it up. Then I grabbed the rest of her skirt, and her satin half-slip, too, and she was standing next to my, kind of cradled on my side, and I slid my hand once again into the waistband of her panties. I immediately went to her snatch.
Karen winced. “Please,” she softly intoned. “Haven’t you done enough? I mean—you’ve fucked me twice, Mister. Aren’t you, well, done? Please, take me home. Please….I promise I won’t ever tell anybody, I mean it, just take me home.”
With her hair pushed backwards, her patrician face was sexy in a sorrowful way.
And lovelier than ever.
I extracted another kiss, and she not only yielded, but she met my tongue with hers, pushing softly back upon mine. Her arms were limp to her side, and I adjusted her angle sideways so my free hand could dig deeper into her crotch. Her demeanor seemed full of melancholy.
Passive resignation and melancholy.
But Karen kept kissing me. This was not a gesture of affection or desire. She had never been deeply kissed, and knew little of these things. It was mimicry of my invasive lust, a pathetic desire to placate me. As I had commanded her, she kept those exquisite light blue eyes open so I could look into them while I forced my kisses upon her small, sweet mouth. I noticed our breathing was in harmony.
I leaned down a bit, and Karen compliantly tilted her head back, and I finger-fucked her inside her panties. Even now, the feel of her silken panties against my knuckles was so very nice, almost exciting, I was having grand time gouging two fingers into her well-raped pussy. She spread her legs, squatting just a little, to accommodate me. I dug my digit in, deeply and crudely. I located her clit, and flicked it up and down.
Three hours ago she was a happy little schoolgirl from an exclusive Catholic school, pure as the driven snow, with dozens of boys harboring secret crushes on her, --and teachers, I’m sure! I mused, as I dug my fingers in and around her fuck-channel. Now I’ve raped her twice, deflowered two fuck holes, and she’s standing next to me, her little skirt pulled up, kissing me back while I finger fuck her!
I pushed my thumb in, gripping the bottom of her crotch with my palm. “Spread your thighs wider, darling.” My voice was soft, a different abuse, using romantic intonation.
Karen complied, but lowering herself made her a touch unsteady. I pivoted her back so she was leaning back against the car, and I pushed her over the rear boot. Just as when I started, her white blouse stretched smoothly over her breasts, such nice teenage mounds! Her hair was fanned out over the black enamel, Karen looked up blankly, and all of a sudden, I just wanted to rape her again, to violate her, to penetrate her like she had never been penetrated and never would be, just for the sheer malicious pleasure of raping her! If I had deflowered her already, I wanted to crush those remaining petals of girlish naiveté, this aristocratic schoolgirl draped backwards over my car render with her plaid pleated skirt pushed up and my thumb shoved up her cunt!
I pressed my forearm down on her chest to keep her steady for the assault yet to come, a violation she might have sensed but could not know anything about. My right hand dug deeper into her crotch, gripping and pulling upwards with my palm and fingers. I paused for just a moment, and my eyes feasted on the sight. As I said, Karen’s white blouse was stretched, and she still looked so young and cute from the waist up. But below the waistband of her skirt, she was pure teenage fuckmeat, with her skirt and half-slip up, her panties—which had slipped down her hips a bit—stretched tight, and my big hand digging into her snatch!
I curled my middle finger, and slid it up and into her asshole.
I might not have been able to fuck her again, but I wasn’t through, well, fucking her! Karen’s bright blue eyes widened, and she gasped. Her hands had been lying limply on the car, but she started to wave them around, feeling blindly for something to grip. I dug my fuck-finger in deeper, and Karen’s hands balled into fists, unclenched, slid around the shiny metal, and were fisted again. “Ooooohhh….OOOO!” I pressed my forearm down harder to remind her that she had better not resist. “NNNNOOOOooooo!!…please, please, please, PLEASE, oh, it hurts….OW! Uh-uh-UH—OWWWWW!”
I answered the schoolgirl’s entreaties by pinching my middle finger in towards the thumb that was in her cunt! And I really gripped her intimate tissues, prying my digits back and forth, in and out, giving her pussy and anus a real work-over. She was good and wet inside both holes, from my semen and her blood and her juices and sweat and everything else, this was one well-raped girl!
I knew that I had her way past discomfort—I was really hurting her.
Karen was crying again, and her white-sleeved arms were flailing all over the place. “Oh-no-oh-no-OW—OWW!” She was shifting her body back and forth, and tried to get her elbows down on the car surface to gain leverage. “Ohmygodohmygod—please—PLEASE!!—oh stop oh stop please I’m-begging-you-please, please stop!” But before she could pry herself loose I slid my arm off her chest—damn, her tits looked nice as they heaved up and down under her uniform blouse!!—and I shoved it right up to her neck, pressing it hard against her windpipe. That aborted her rants and ravings, and she emitted a throaty grunt, “Urrrgggh!” and immediately settled down, except for a bit of twitching on her legs and hips.
She endured it submissively, and I attacked her intimates with renewed viciousness, clawing away, pinching, squeezing, digging, prying. She turned a little pale, and I eased off on her neck, and Karen tilted her head back, gulping air. Her hair was all over the black enamel, and looked sexy as hell, but she didn’t know that. Nor was she aware of just how fantastic her 34B tits were, rising and falling and heaving beneath the white cotton, that it made her buttons strain and open, and her satin bra peaked through. She just gasped and moaned, and I leaned into her, keeping her immobile while I abused her most sensitive tissues with wild abandon.
Having caught her breath, she began to beg again. “Oh, please, mister—ow!—oh, stop, stop, just let me go, I-I-I can’t take, take it any more…” she sobbed, “what-what-what do you want, what?”
I didn’t answer.
There was no answer.
What I wanted was just what I was doing.
Hurting her.
Abusing her.
Violating her intimately.
Raping her.
Ruining her!
I grabbed Karen’s generous yellow locks, right at the nape, and pulled her forward a bit, and forced another wet, sensuous kiss, covering her small pink lips with mine, and continued to dig my fingers into her holes. Then I noticed something, which frankly surprised me, but also delighted me.
I felt a twinge of arousal in my crotch.
Yes, yes! I pressed myself against her side, undulating my hips across her exposed thigh, and kissed her and double-finger-fucked her, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes from which tears were copiously falling. She was hurting, and I was getting horny. Unbelievable.
I pulled back from my invasive rape-kiss for a breath. Karen really let go. She twisted a little, but a pull on her nape and a dig into her crotch settled her down right away. “Oh. Ohhhh…..OW!…Please, please…uh..Mister, what-what do you want, please stop, I’ll do anything you want, just stop…”
I relaxed. I adored this girl, and so loved hurting her. I gave her cunt a pinch with my thumb.
“YOW! Please, sir, mister, master, what—whatever you want, I’ll do it, just stop it, please, oh, stop it, stop-it-stop-it….ohhhhhh….”
“Anything?” I asked. “You’ll do anything and everything, but it’s good for you to say it.” I pulled my fingers out of her holes, and guided her to an upright position. Her skirt dropped down to her trim knees. I pulled my suffering captive into an embrace, and brushed her hair away from her temple, and whispered into her pretty ear, “You’re going to do what I want, things you never dreamed of doing before I let you go, Karen, my lovely little fuck-toy! Now put your arms around me, and kiss me like you would a boyfriend.
And lovely, raped-and-abused eighteen-year-old Karen—sobbing--embraced me and kissed me, softly and sweetly. I took my right hand—the one that was just digging into her snatch a moment ago—and tilted her head up to me. With my index finger, I traced her nose, her cheek, her lips. I deep-kissed her, relishing the shared wetness on our lips.
“Open your mouth, Karen.” She parted her lips. Then I slid my middle finger—the one that had been stuck her asshole—into it. The girl recoiled, grimacing at the smell and taste of her shit on my finger.
“Open your mouth, Karen! Now do it!”
“Oh..no….” then she thought better of it, and opened her pretty little mouth. I slid the finger back in, pressing on her tongue.
“Now, suck it!” Karen closed her eyes and grimaced. Then she closed her mouth over it, and squeezed it with her lips and mouth. I moved my finger in and out, and was rewarded with slight—very slight—sucking, genuine sucking, on my finger. “I think you can do better than that, Karen, honey,” I teased. “Suck it!”
And she did. I could tell it was repulsive, but suck my finger she did, and I moved it in and out until it was good and wet and rather cleaned of the various bodily fluids and substances that had smeared it. With that done, I put in my thumb, then index finger, into her mouth, and she sucked and cleaned them, too.
I noticed she had her arms wrapped tightly around her tummy.
Yeah, that beautiful, flat teenage tummy of hers. I could tell it was making her sick there! Even so, after a few minutes of this, I was getting bored, and I wanted to do something more in the little while I figured I could still keep her before her mother freaked out and called the authorities. I knew I was taking a huge chance, and every quarter-hour increased it. But I was powerfully attracted to lovely, eighteen-year-old Karen, to enjoying her, defiling her, violating her even more.
I was utterly enchanted by her blonde teen perfection.
And my extraordinary opportunity to rape her.
When my fingers were somewhat clean, I ran them through her long blonde hair, drying them. The girl was quite passive, speaking only when she had to answer. She neither resisted nor cooperated—she just complied with an air of downcast defeat. I put her between the car and me, pressing my hips in against her while I stroked her arms, back, torso, and tits. Although sexually sated, I just couldn’t get enough of my little cheerleader!
And my loins concurred. The more I grabbed and touched my little fuck-bait, the more I felt twitches and those delightful little spasms at the tip of my cock. I could feel my balls getting warm, and a pleasant resonance began to circulate in my prick, and then emanate out to my belly, my hips, and then the rest of me.
Astonishingly, I was getting hard again. I pressed in on Karen, my crotch focusing on Karen’s, even if there were pants and skirt and underwear between us. I could feel the swath of woolen pleats sliding over and about her slip. She was passive, bordering on limp as once again I pushed her backwards over the curve of the fender, but my prick was becoming anything but limp!
I was like the glutton going back to the desert bar for a third helping—I just had to do it, but was, well, a little dubious about whether I could actually pull it off. But I had to, I just had to try, to fuck this once-in-a-lifetime lovely little rape-bait one more time.
I stepped back, and quickly kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants and shorts simultaneously. Tell you the truth, going for my third fuck in two hours, well, I felt my stamina might be a little doubtful. When Karen saw my erection—I was pointing straight out, not up, not yet anyway—she emitted a little cry, and put her hands to her dropped face. I’m sure she knew more sex was in order, but she couldn’t know just what. I moved to the side, opened the right-side car door, and sat on the passenger seat, keeping my feet outside. “Come here,” I ordered. “Get on your knees—right here.” I pointed to the ground by the car door.
“Uhhh…no. please, not that, not that too!” Karen kind of whimpered. She was looking at my groin. I looked down, too, and just then noticed that there was the dried smearing, a kind of light off-brown, of everything I had picked up in her pussy and asshole: smeared shit, blood, her pussy juice, and my semen. “Oh…no…it’s, it’s gross!” I was in no mood to put up with any kind of crap. I stepped towards her, grabbing her by her hair and tripping her over my ankle. I heaved the cheerleader onto the ground. She went sprawling, and her pleated skirt wrapped around her hips and thighs. She started to push herself off the ground, but I planted the heel of my bare foot on her shoulder blade, good and hard, flattening her.
“You know what I want, bitch, and you’re going to do it!” Karen lay on the ground, cradling her face in her arms, and I could hear her crying again from underneath the mass of blonde hair that covered her head and face. Her skirt was wrapped tightly, high up her thighs, and she looked so good, so hurt, so damned fuckable. “You said you’d do anything. Damn it, you’ll do anything! And I mean it!” I pulled her by her hair, gripping the waistband of her skirt for a bit more leverage. She struggled to her feet, and I guided her to the side of the car. I sat down on the passenger seat, pulling her roughly towards me, pressing her shoulders down. My little fuck-toy got on her knees between my legs. My hard-on was, well, losing steam a little, and I pulled her aristocratic young face right into my crotch.
“Such my cock, you whore, suck it good, and if I feel your teeth I’m going to knock every one of them out!” She looked up at me with dread on her face, her thin pink lips just slightly parted, and kind of whimpered, “Noooo…” But I pulled her hair hard and positioned my pink cock-tip right on her lips.
“Open!” I shouted. “You cock-teasing prissy little bitch! Open your mouth and suck my prick!” She looked up at me with one last plaintiff expression, and parted the thin lips of her small mouth, and oh-so-slowly lowered her face. “Come on…..” I growled, and my lovely little Karen, so innocent until a couple of hours ago, let the head of my manhood slide into her mouth.
She closed her mouth so very gingerly. “Come on, bitch, take more of it in!” I growled again. Her lips felt very light as she moved her head forward, and a couple more inches of my man-meat were now inside that warm, moist cavity. She looked up at me, with such an expression of revulsion—then pulled away.
“U-ugh! UGH! I’m-I’m sorry, sir, please, mister, it-it tastes so, …oh, it tastes so..mister, ….I…
“You mean it tastes like shit?”
“Yes!”
“Well that’s your shit you’re tasting, so damnit, suck my cock—clean it off with your mouth, whatever, just suck it! Clean it—clean the shit, clean the blood, and there’s gotta be some cum on it, too, so SUCK IT!” I took the heel of my palm, and slammed her right on her left temple, good and hard. Karen went sprawling again, and lay weeping on the crushed grass. Her skirt was up her legs, around the back of her thighs, and damn, there was that flirty little half-slip peeking out at me, the lace hinting at the feminine delights to which I could still avail myself!
I was getting impatient, and very pissed off.
I pulled her up by her hair, rolled her onto her back, and sat on her flat tummy. I was really pissed.
I had lost my erection.
“You’re gonna get it one more time, girl, I’m gonna fuck you one more time, for sure, and you’re going to help, you understand me you spoiled little brat bitch?” I slapped her, right-to-left. She let out a yelp, and tried to buck, but I had her pinned down good. “You’re going to get on your little cheerleader knees, cunt, right between my legs, and you’re going to suck my prick until I get hard again and then I’m going to rape you again!” And I slapped her, left-to-right, and she shrieked again, and really let go with the tears. “Got it?” She got three, four more slaps, and her head rocked back and forth. The girl was sobbing, gasping for breath, crying, out of control.
“I’m gonna do you, Karen! You’re so beautiful, so lovely—I have to have you, you better understand, one more time, I have to fuck you, rape you—damn it, you’re every man’s fantasy, you’re so perfect, so beautiful, and if I don’t fuck you one more time, I’m going to hurt you so bad---” I didn’t know quite how to finish it. Funny, I was dithering like I was in love with her, which I was, in an evil and dangerous way. I caught my breath. “You’re going to get me hard again. You’re going to suck my prick, damn it, and when I’m good and hard it’s going right in your pussy!”
I found I had gripped her hair at the sides of her head and was pulling on her scalp. Small rivers of tears ran down her temples, and Karen had a look of real terror on face. She gulped for air, but sort of nodded “yes.” But she was slow to obey.
Stress or shock I guess. My honor student seemed numb.
I hit her on her left temple. The heel of my right hand found good solid skull bone. She spun off to the side.
“No more crap, girl. Suck me till I’m hard—then I’m going to rape you, one last time.”
“…(yes)…” she whispered. I gave her another “whap!” across the top of her head, and stood up.
“Now get in position, Candy-crotch! On your knees, face in my crotch!” She pushed herself up, instinctively straightening and brushing her blouse and skirt. Girl just can’t help being a lady, it seems. This time I leaned back against the car, spread my legs. I motioned her to come to me, and she crawled forward. I took hold of her hair behind her ears and guided her face to my prick.
It was pointing straight out now, parallel with the ground. She closed her eyes, opened her small mouth, and slid it forward over my meat. She closed her mouth gently, and my manhood was encased in moist warmth. I let her just hold it there for a minute, enjoying the soft warmth. Then I guided her head back, forward, back, forward—small, easy movements. I tilted her head a little this way, then that, and picked up the speed. Karen started rocking forward and back. She was generating spit, and paused every once in a while to swallow and catch her breath.
Which meant that she was sipping on whatever my dick had been covered with.
My cum.
Her blood.
Her shit.
But she got right back in position each time, and soon learned to combine a raising and lowering of her head as she rocked to and fro.
“Some day you’re going to be in a guy’s arms, and he’ll hold you like I’m holding you now. He’s going to tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. And then you’ll think of today, and wish you could give your body to him, for the very first time, except you can’t, because I got you first. You’ll wish you were clean and pure, but you won’t be, because I stole you, and stole your virginity, and defiled you. And I’m not through, my lovely young Karen. You’re going to get me hard, and then you’re going to fuck me!”
I held her for a moment, this schoolgirl sweetie, running my hands over her blouse, up and down the curve of her hips and rear, and combing her hair smooth with my splayed fingers. She settled down while I talked dirty to her, and reminded her of just how nice it felt when my cock was deep in her teenage body. “When we fuck this one last time, Karen,” I said quietly—feeling my prick begin to tingle with desire again—I want you to think about how every man who looks at you, and admires your beauty, wants to do to you what I’ve been doing—to get good and hard and fuck the daylights out of you!”
She nodded a little, her head on my shoulder.
Her hair was a mess, but she looked so nice in her blouse and blue plaid skirt, falling and circling around her knees and shins, eating my meat in her pretty young mouth.
She tightened her mouth, snug and not too tight, and I felt my loins tingle afresh with the pressure of her warm, wet mouth. She moved her head up and down must a little, and in a mere moment, Karen had gotten me good and hard.
I guided her head back and forth, controlling the rhythm. I hate to think what I tasted like, after two penetrations. She was grimacing, squeezing her eyes shut, but damn it, she was getting the hang of it, picking up the pace, and in a few more minutes her blonde head was bobbing up and down, and she was swallowing most of my shaft. I smoothed her hair out, still awed by how cute she looked, what with her skirt pleats circling her knees, and her navy knee-high socks extending behind her. Once, she pulled off, but started jerking me with her little fist; “please…just let me…catch my…breath,…” she implored. She cleared her throat, swallowed, took a breath and my lovely little cocksucker went right back to work.
I was super hard again, and that horniness, that desire to push to a climax, was beginning to percolate in the fiendish depths of my loins. I guided her head off me, and stepped to the trunk, where I had a blanket. I spread it quickly on the ground. I got on it, and motioned for her to join me.
She stepped over to me, and I slid my hands up her legs, under her blue skirt. I went right up to the waist of her satin-striped panties, and slid them down, right over her knees, her knee-highs, her ankles.
She stepped out of them.
I lay down on the blanket, on my back. My prick was standing up, pointing to the darkening sky.
“Suck me off a bit more, girl. You’re good—you’ll be a top-flight cocksucker for the football team, you gorgeous little cocksucker! Lie down here—this way.” She did so, her head to my lap, and my head to hers. She positioned herself, and resumed sucking. Her hair fell about her face and my groin, caressing and tickling me. There was no resistance or flinching as I slid her skirt and satiny half-slip up her legs, exposing her perfect girlflesh to my appreciative eyes. I propped myself up on an elbow, stroking and groping her without restraint while her mouth continued to minister to my prick. I pawed her, and stuck my fingers into her pussy and shit-hole in various combinations.
There was no flinching or avoidance. She had become quite a fuckbunny!
My little honor student was a quick study, and was now applying good lip pressure and some tongue action as well. We both twisted and adjusted a bit, and she had most of my maleness swallowed, and I could feel the tip of my prick nestled in the top of her throat, a nice snug fit. I lay back, enraptured by the sensations of my sweet little cocksucker bringing such ecstasy to my prick, with her hair falling down teasing and tickling my crotch. I didn’t have to move a muscle. Karen was doing it all.
I wanted her to do more, and to do it all herself. I tapped her on her forehead; she let go of my meat, and made eye contact with me. Her face was expectant for her next instructions.
“Stand up.”
She arose, giving me a nice view up her blue skirt, right up to the middle of her thighs. “Now stand over me, one foot on each side.”
And she did. Funny, but I don’t think she really knew what was going to happen next, but I didn’t waste any time.
“Sit down on my dick, baby. This time you fuck me! “ I tugged the hem of her pleated skirt. Karen hesitated made a face, and got down on her knees, straddling me. “Come on—slide you pussy onto my prick, baby. You know what to do, whore!” I took a handful of woolen pleats and slip, pushing it up to her belly. Her soft cunt hair pressed down on my dick, and I wiggled it around her snatch a bit.
I wanted to watch her cunt accommodate this, my third penetration of my eighteen-year-old ingénue. Not that she was still an “innocent!” She straddled me. With one hand, I held up her slip and skirt, and with the other, I was rubbing my dick upwards against her. Then she figured out what to do, and rocked forward and back against me.
“Come on—this is called ‘girl-on-top,’ and you’ll find you can fuck lots of guys this way, especially in a car. Lower yourself down on my cock, whore. Now do it!”
She adjusted her position, and took hold of my hard-on. With her other hand, she spread her pussy lips with two fingers, leaned forward a bit, and slid herself down onto me. Half my dick was swallowed in her cunt, and she stopped. “Come on, you little bitch! All the way!” Karen inhaled deeply, and lowered herself the rest of the way, and our bellies met, enjoined by the full length of my hard dick.
And it was good, so good. “Yeahhhhhh, Karen baby, yeah…..” I lay all the way back, arching my back. I clenched my butt muscles and pushed up into her a bit, “Come on, baby, fuck me, yeah….fuck me. You’re turning into a fantastic slut, girl, huh? You know what to do by now, do it!” And she rose and fell with little humps. But I kept pushing up at her with little stabs, and before long she learned to meet me and you know, we were fucking in earnest! Watching her pussy ride my prick was an added treat, and I held her skirt up so I could get a good view. And the truth is, back in her high school uniform, she was cute as hell, except for her hair being all mussed up. It was sexy as hell, what with her in that white blouse and the blue plaid skirt pushed up to her waist, the pleats falling down her hips onto the ground.
The fuck went on and on. I generated a rhythm of little upward jabs, and she met them—or should I say mated them—with corresponding drops. “Give me a little squeeze with your cunt muscles, honey, when you come down on me!” Karen complied immediately. I let go of her skirt, and our loins were hidden from view, but it was nice to fondle her tits through her uniform blouse. Then I unbuttoned it to the skirt band, and cupped them through her satin bra. I decided not to squeeze them too hard. A pain response from her might disrupt the perfect rhythm we had.
Occasionally, I pulled her by her hair, not hard, having her lean down so she could kiss me. She put her fingers in my hair, and our tongues played together, all while she moved her thighs and hips up and down, up and down, fucking me, fucking me, fucking me!
It went on and on, and I wish I could tell you how perfect it was, being so gloriously fucked by this gloriously lovely schoolgirl! And all of eighteen, at the cusp of her perfect womanhood! As I expected, this third erection was going to take a lot of stimulation to bring me up to climax, and I lay back, relishing every sensation, watching her do the work of drawing the blood up into my penis, and my lust up from my loins—except for those little upthrusts.
This fuck (well, rape, actually) must have been going on for twenty, maybe thirty minutes. I had forgotten to check my watch, but it was beginning to get dark and chilly. Karen had been silent for the most part, except for occasional moans, sights, and “uhhh’s” or a “yes, sir” to my occasional instruction, but she finally broke out, “Please, mister, how long—will—this…take? It’s, it’s well, I’m so tired and my knees hurt, and, and….my vagina is so sore, it hurts! Aren’t you , well, done?”
I pulled her down, so she was lying right on top of me. Her tussled hair fell over my face, and I found her ear. We paused, my manhood impaling her deeply. “After a guy’s had an orgasm or two, Karen, it takes a longer while to get off. A guy needs a few hours or a night to really get his stamina back to normal. When you’re more experienced you’ll know that. So just get back to work and keep fucking me!”
“Oooooo, please!” she wailed.
“There’s no telling how long it will take. But rest assured, I’m enjoying every second. No get back to work, whore!”
Well, pain and distress would only be a distraction, so I had her to stretch her legs out, lie atop me, but to straddle me with her thighs and keep fucking me. With her weight off her knees, Karen resumed her assigned duty with a fresh energy. Karen was petite, and no burden at all. I wrapped my arms around her lithe torso, running my hands over the cotton covering her back, down to her skirt, feeling her ass cheeks through the strewn pleats.
My first fuck, the hard rape, had been damned good, but she was tight and dry then. Now she was stretched and lubricated, and felt fantastic as she slid up and down my pole. And, well, having her in her Catholic school uniform added a perversely spiritual thrill. I found that I was, at last, discerning the first rumblings of climax in my ball sack. Karen was lying atop me, looking a bit vacant in the face, her gaze off to the side, but did a good job riding my dick. Her skirt and slip was pulled all the way up, and I squeezed and groped her trim ass cheeks. I used that grip to adjust her speed and position, to make sure she met my needs.
I’ll guess we were approaching a half-hour, and I was getting intensely horny. “Pick up the pace, baby, a bit faster, there…..” She accelerated, and I had her pull her legs tighter against my thighs, when I noticed she was gripping my shoulders, and breathing harder. I pushed her head up, and her eyes were closed, face clenched. When I stopped my thrusts into her, there wasn’t the slightest relaxation in her movement—she increased the speed and grip on my dick!
Damn, she was getting aroused!
I directed her face down, so we were kissing, and my suspicions were confirmed: she kissed me with heat, pressing her lips down, her tongue into my mouth, and our tongues met and played out their own sex act. My Catholic schoolgirl, raped three times, was turning into a fuckbunny! “Right, girl, right…yeah, go at it!” and she did, raising her hips, and arching her torso, so she was kissing me and humping me simultaneously. Her arms were gripping my shoulders, and she was squeezing my head with the heat she was squeezing my prick.
Karen was rocking back and forth with short jerks, and raising and lowering her cunt simultaneously. She was on fire!
And she was getting me insanely hot, too! My cock felt like it was being stretched to abnormal lengths as she gripped it and pulled up with her pussy muscles. I just grabbed her thighs, and held on, letting her skirt fall about my lap. She leaned forward, putting me into a mystic fog of teenage girlhood: her baby-fine hair falling about my face, her lips brushing against mine, as I looked down her parted blouse, beholding the pretty bra adorning her perfect breasts, and her pleats spilling over me, and the warm, tight heat sliding up and down, up and down, up and down my cock!
And then I came.
It was fast, spontaneous, and in a wonderful, glorious instant whatever semen was left in my loins hit critical mass, and shot up the length of my prick, searing the inside with while heat and ecstasy and release, and shot into her! “Oooooo, Karen, baby, this fuck, this fuck, I’m coming in you, oh, one last fuck, more, more…!!” And I found there were, miraculously, a second and a third ejaculation. The tip of my prick was burning and vibrating with fantastic delight, and as I went limp, I enjoyed the afterglow of warmth.
It was as abrupt as it was intense. And then I was done.
Very done.
Flat.
Limp.
Karen kept moving, squeezing my penis, but there wasn’t any hardness left—she had definitely drained me dry! But that didn’t stop the bitch. She kept her motions, but I unexpectedly fell out, and my very contented manhood flopped onto my thigh. She pulled it, and tried to re-insert it into her pussy. Needless to say, it won’t go! Then she was squatting down on me, rubbing her cunt hairs against it.
But it was no use. We were done.
At least I was!
I pulled her hand away, and her plaid skirt fell down, curtaining our loins. She settled down, sitting on my thighs, while I lay back, looking up at my sexpot rape victim. I ran my hands up her thighs, and parked them on her waist. She looked down at me.
“Great, Karen, baby, great, you’re quite a fuck, you’re going to be the best fuck on campus, you know that, honey?” /
Karen looked down at me. I was relaxing, playing with her skirt pleats, and there was disturbed look on her face, kind of confused, too. “You were really getting into it, weren’t you, Karen? I’d say you were enjoying our fucking, huh?”
“No…no, I didn’t. I didn’t!” she insisted. “You raped me—raped me!”
“Yeah, I raped you. But you were getting aroused, I know. Weren’t you?” I gripped her chin so she had to look me right in the eyes. “You were getting aroused, I know!”
“Okay. I was. A bit. But I still hated it. You raped me. I was a virgin, you raped me, and I hate you. I hate you!”
“I think what’s got you pissed off is that I didn’t stay hard long enough for you to come. You got hot and horny, but I climaxed, and you didn’t, that’s it, isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer, but she yanked her face free, and looked off to the side, all the while, still sitting on my soft prick. I pushed her off me, and she fell onto the blanket on her side, just lying there. Her blouse was open, her bra was askew, and her blue plaid pleats were bunched around her hips, with a bit of tantalizing white slip showing. “You just got fucked three times, and never got an orgasm. I don’t blame you for being pissed. You were cheated of your orgasm!”
“I was robbed of my virginity.”
“Yeah, that too,” I teased. “Next time you’re with a boy on a date you can fuck him and you’ll get a climax then. Maybe. But remember, teenage boys tend to shoot off pretty fast. Better stay with older men, maybe a priest, if you can find a straight one!”
She started pulling her self together, pushing her skirt down and buttoning her blouse. “Priests are holy.”
“The only thing holy about priests is in their shorts. And most of them have holes in the back of their shorts!” I chuckled. I was having a grand time. I had fucked the girl in her pussy—twice—in her ass, and in her mouth, and I had fucked her mind, and now I was fucking over her religion. She was so fucking devout.
I started putting on my clothes. It was time to return my delicious prey to the real world. I formulated just how I was going to finish things up. I had to be decisive and ruthless—I was looking at, what, five life felonies? And all on an impulse when I saw my dreamboat teenager out on the four-lane?
I gave Karen a kick with my heel, on her shoulder. “Stay on the blanket, girl. Just lie back.” I pushed her skirt up, and had her lift her hips. Then I pulled her slip down her legs. It was such a pretty, feminine thing. I wanted it as a souvenir. “Take off your blouse again.” She did, and I slid it off her shoulders. Then I unhooked her bra, and pulled it off. “You can put your blouse back on.” Her panties were still on the ground near the car. I picked them up. “I’m keeping these, so I can always have a piece of you, something to remember you by. You can put the rest of your clothes on now.” She quietly started buttoning up her blouse, tucking it in, and reached for her knee-high socks and shoes.
I took a few last pictures of her. She was particularly sexy, braless, buttoning her blouse, while sitting on her hip, with her legs curled up to her rump, and her pleats spread about. I pushed her skirt all the way up, and took a few last shots of her, with her well-fucked pussy naked, and her uniform skirt all the way to her waist.
Looking at her, as drained as I was, I couldn’t help but wish I had Viagra or something, which would allow me to fuck her again. A few more times. To just completely, thoroughly, absolutely screw and possess this perfect eighteen-year-old Catholic girl.
“I’m never going to forget you, Karen, and I know you won’t forget me. But whenever you put your pretty undies on, just think, I might be home looking at my pictures of you, jerking off with your lingerie!” I fed those last shots into the laptop, and brought up my collection. It was quite extensive: Karen as cute schoolgirl, Karen as teen sexpot, Karen as well-fucked slut, Karen as nude art model on the rocks. I had her in a huge variety of poses, with and without various combinations of her school uniform and pretty lingerie. I put a blank DVD into the tray, and started downloading her in a variety of images, putting maybe a hundred on them.
“Come here, look at these, Karen!” She got up and came to the car. I had the laptop mounted on the car. “See what I’ve got of you? I’m making you a souvenir disc. I’m sure your Mom will want to take a look at it, too. Remember—this is only a small fraction of what I’ve taken. I think I might have a few hundred hundred here—at least! You’re very, very beautiful—even if you aren’t ‘pure’ any more. I want you to remember. If I got to jail, these go on the Internet. Understand?”
“Y-yes.”
“Say, ‘Yes, Sir!’”
“Yes, Sir!”
I slipped the DVD into a sleeve, closed up the laptop, and put it in the trunk. “Time to go home, honey! You’ve had quite a learning experience, haven’t you!” I pulled her into an embrace, holding and kissing her one last time. She felt so good. I wish I could keep her for weeks and months, fucking her as much as often as I wanted, but I had to be content with my once-in-a-lifetime rape of this lovely virgin, sweeter and more beautiful than any girl I had ever seen.
I opened the car door, and she slid in. She seemed broken and defeated. I moved over to the driver’s seat, and kissed her again, feeling her braless teen breasts through her blouse. I put the car in gear, and we headed away from the vacant farmhouse, with the filthy mattress where I had despoiled Karen of her virginity. And away from the brook, where I raped her and sodomized her and compromised her with hundreds of pornographic photo images. And the meadow, where my teenage captive sucked me and fucked me and we fucked together and she almost had her first orgasm.
Epilogue
It was dark. I drove the dirt road back to the county two-lane carefully. I didn’t want a mishap to topple up my precarious legal situation. But I couldn’t resist just a little final enjoyment of my rape victim. “Pull your skirt up, high, girl,” I instructed my victim. She pulled it up, giving me my last view of her beautiful, smooth legs before I returned her to the world of civilization.
Karen looked straight ahead, stoically. Her hands were to her side. Neither of us said anything.
Glancing at her legs and the line of her natural breasts through her blouse, I took stock of my situation as I drove. I’ve just raped and sodomized a minor. Kidnapping, involuntary restraint, assault and battery, three counts of rape, two of sodomy, creation of pornography, and besides everything would probably be classified as “aggravated.”
That’s life in the slammer. I can only hope that both the girl and her mother fall for my threats. It’s my only choice. Even if I snuff her, there’s probably surveillance video of me around the mall. All I can do is hope that they fall for my gambit and keep things quiet.
“You’re going to be home before too long, Karen. Your life is going to be different now. You’re not a little girl anymore. You’re a woman. You weren’t planning on this happening, but you know, neither was I. I’ve never done this before, and I’m sure I never will again either.” I was lying. If I had the chance to rape a girl as beautiful as Karen, I’d do. I’d spend a year planning it, but I’d do it!
“Your life is going to be different now,” I repeated. After brutally raping her, I was now playing the kind role of a counselor. “You have to understand this. And make your mother understand. If I get in trouble with the law—any kind of trouble at all! —I will retaliate. I’ll have nothing to lose! The pictures I took will be posted and distributed all over the Internet. And once word gets out around school, around the town and county, well, you know. Everybody will know what you look like naked. All around town, and all around the world. That you were raped. Everybody will be oh-so-sympathetic and understanding, but they’ll be searching the Internet for those pictures, which will spread like the Black Death. And all the boys will be asking you out, because they’ll figure, ‘Hell, she’s already lost her cherry, she’s got nothing to lose!’
“Know what I mean?”
The girl was quiet, but I kept at her, and she eventually nodded her head.
She knew. She had a lot to digest emotionally, but she knew.
“And you better make sure your mother knows, too. Unless she wants her daughter targeted as the town fuck!”
“I’ll…I’ll talk, t-to her,” Karen said softly.
“Better, I’ll talk to her!” I corrected. I took Karen’s cell phone out of the console, opened it, and put the battery back in. A moment later, it was on line, and I handed it to Karen. “Dial your mother’s number. Tell her you’re all right, and then tell her that there’s somebody she has to talk to.”
What happened next was insane, to say the least, and probably not very smart on my part. The call was answered immediately, and the two started talking simultaneously, Karen was crying, and I’m sure Mummsie was too, and it was impossible to get Karen to stop babbling about how she’d been raped but she was okay and coming home and she was raped and it was horrible and she was still with the man and on and on and on and she was raped and it was horrible but she’s still alive and so on and on. Finally I just pulled over and grabbed the phone from her hand.
“Hey, woman!” I hollered in. “You better shut up for a minute if you want to see your precious little daughter alive, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME?? She was crying and screaming and babbling on, all this “Did-you-hurt-her-how-could-you-my-little-baby-please-don’t-kill-her….” and on and on and on.
Look, I’m not an experienced sexual predator. For several scary minutes I was afraid I might have a swarm of police waiting for me at the mall. But after a couple of minutes, I had the old biddy quieted down. Incoherent, but quieted down. I let on that I was a suicidal psychopath, and if I saw any cops at the mall, especially plain clothes ones, I’d pop the girl and myself both.
Never mind that I had a pipe, not a gun! But she swore up and down that she had not contacted the cops. My stomach in knots, I closed the distance to the mall, keeping my eye on the sobbing Karen, and her magnificent teenage legs displayed with her skirt up on her lap. I pulled into a distant aisle. I put the DVD in her purse.
This was the moment of absolute truth.
“I’m letting you go now, Karen. You know, I could have killed you. And if I find the cops investigating me, just remember, filthy-minded boys and men all over your school, your town, and all around the world are going to be looking at your beautiful body. And it will last forever! Once these things get on the net, they last forever. And if you ever get married, your husband will have to deal with it. He’ll be looking at every man, wondering, ‘Has he seen those pictures of my darling Karen?’”
Karen sat there, frozen. “And one last thing.”
I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards me. “I know where you live, where you go to school, and I’ll be following you as you grow up. I have friends who can take care of you if anything happens to me.”
Well, that was a lie, but it couldn’t hurt! “Besides, I might come back into your life sometime and rape you again!” I pulled her close and kissed her again. My last kiss, my final touch, with the teen goddess I had despoiled. She was still as I groped her sweet young—braless--tits through her white blouse. It was like feeling up a statue. A warm statue, but still a statue. My left hand went down to her lap, and slid under her skirt. I finger-fucked her pantyless cunt one last time. “It was fantastic, fucking you, Karen!” I pinched her labia, just a little. “And you’re never going to forget me, what I look like, and what it felt like when I shoved my cock deep into your young body and took your virginity!”
I pulled back, and she tugged the hem of her skirt back to her knees. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were wet. Odd and sick as this may sound, we had a relationship, even if it was being on the opposite sides of a criminal, tragic event. “Time for you to go. You remember what I’ve told you, and you had best make sure your mother does, too! Now get going!”
She opened the door, and got out. My last mental image of her was her sliding off the seat, her blue plaid schoolgirl skirt trailing behind her as she exited, and her mussed-up hair cascading down her white uniform blouse. She started walking up towards the mall, her skirt swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in that innately cute schoolgirl-uniform rhythm. After walking past a few cars, she broke out in a run, headed towards the stores.
I put the car in gear, and headed for the exit. My stomach was full of butterflies, and I ramped onto the four-lane, and headed out of town, a safe and steady three miles an hour above the speed limit.
To be honest, I’ve been full of anxiety the last few days, and haven’t had much sleep. As soon as I got home, I did set up that phantom web site. All I have to do is access it, and execute a couple of quick, confidential commands, and a total of 862 images of beautiful Karen will be transferred to over 750 websites. Quite a few of them are Russian, and they’ll post anything. And they’re great pictures!
Every hour of every day that passes without a police car coming up to me is reassuring. I figure Karen and her family are settling down, getting adjusted, and coping with their tragedy. Which means they’re more likely to deal with it themselves. I’ve been busy, organizing and cataloguing the pictures, setting up different files and trays. I’ve got Karen looking prim, posing artistically, behaving like a slut. With her uniform properly on, with her tits or her pussy or both peeking out.
And so on.
I set up more hotlinks around what is, for me, a very, very, worldwide web. I’ve also upgraded my computer skills and have hacked in to her school intranet. I’ve gotten the addresses of most of the faculty and students. It was especially gratifying to get the email addresses for the football team (!!), the swim team, the wrestling team, and the coaches. I sent an anonymous ghost message to Karen, informing her of this, with the warning, “You don’t want the school jocks to know about this!” When I complete the list of her fellow cheerleaders, I think I’ll have her completely cowed.
I’m still pretty nervous about what might develop. But this afternoon will mark the fifth day since my kidnap-rape of the lovely Catholic schoolgirl. I drape her bra and panties—the matching striped satin set—over the corners of my monitor, and stroke my cock with her slip, looking at my pictures of Karen. Her hair is so soft and golden; her breasts so round, firm, and proud; her waist is narrow, flowering out to smooth, gently curving hips; and her legs are slender and attractive, in any position and from any angle. Karen was so exquisitely cute in her white blouse and blue, plaid pleated uniform skirt!
I have a very favorite image. She’s lying across the rock, and her blouse is unbuttoned, exposing her perfect, firm 34-B schoolgirl breasts. Her skirt is pulled up to her lap, and the blue pleats fall away from her hips in a fan. Her panties are pulled down mid-thigh, and the hem of her satin slip lies halfway between the bunches of her skirt and her beautiful, naked blonde pussy. Her knee-high-clad legs dangle off the edge of the rock from the knees. Karen is looking at the camera, with the smallest of smiles, suggestive of vulnerability, availability, and—somehow—a touch of fear. It’s as though she’s saying, “I’m here and you can have me but I loathe it and hate you but please don’t hurt me!”
I look at my once-virginal victim, and pleasure my prick, thinking,
I did it! I fucking did it! I grabbed this perfectly lovely teenage virgin, abducted her, and raped her! I raped her three consecutive times, violating her mouth, her asshole, and pussy! I enjoyed every soft inch of her pristine body, and shot my sperm into her virgin girlhood!
I raped my lovely Karen.
I defiled her schoolgirl body!
I violated her body, her mind, her heart, and her soul, and—
I got away with it!
I fucking did it!
END OF PART III (Of III)
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