And this is how I accidently raped my sister

OOC: First lady that can put up a good quality post gets to play, preferably a post a day would be nice, but faster can be better

IC: Steven was a amateur champion kick boxer. He knew how to fight, and he was damned good at it. 5' 10 inches tall, and strong as an ox for his weight of 190lbs. His hair was blonde and close cropped, his face clean shaven and un-marred by a broken nose as a testiment to his skills as a kick boxer.

For months, Steven's girlfriend Becky had been begging, conjoling, threating and pleading for him to do one thing. To act out her deepest, darkest fantasy. She wanted to be raped. So after all this pleading and promising to help act out his fantasies, she finally convinced him to do it. So Steven told her that sometime in the next six months she would be raped by him, acting full on as if it were real. If she wanted him to stop, she could always say Flash Gorden and that if she did say it and he didn't stop, it wasn't Steven who was having his way with her.

Once she got past his intial reluctance he went to the task with gusto. Waiting less than a week after agreeing, he had the perfect plan for how to mock-rape her. First he had to prepair his estate, a huge home on an even larger plot of land that he bought using money from his other job, since kick boxing didn't really pay.

See, Steven was also a voice actor, and damn good at it with some 150 different voices at his command. So Steven pre-paired his home for the rape. knowing no-one would be over to interupt him and Becky. First he left a message on her answering machine, letting her know to come over in a couple days at 5:00pm, to have dinner and a night of wild sex -- par for the course really. Then he wrote out a letter saying that his best friend's father died, he got called out of town, but should be back in a week or so, and asking if she could stay at his place to watch the animals and the plants.

Going into his entry way, Steven placed the note on his entry table. A huge black marble monstrosity with rounded edges. Then setting a place up in the closet opposite the table for a hiding place. Steven then sabotaged the lights in the entry way to go off at a couple minutes after five and not turn back on for awhile. When the lights go out, the entry way will be totally dark.

Steven then went to his computer and set it up so that the morning after he had initally accosted Becky, the computer would call Steven's phone and leave a message saying that Steven wouldn't be home for several more days, and he hoped Becky was having fun watching his place and generally have the run of the place.

With his plans set, Steven filled a bag with gear, all kinds of bondage stuff that he would need to catch her, because after that, when she was in his power, he could take his time. He made sure he had a thick cotton hood, to cover her face completely, to make sure she can't see his face. With that, Steven climbed into the closet, waiting for Becky to show up, she was always puctual.

The door opened and in she walked as Steven fixed his mask on his head. Once his mask is on, she was facing the table, and away from him, but he didn't care. At this point it was just a matter of time until the lights went out.

Dear Becky,
I had to go out of town late last night. John's father is in the hospital and fading fast, I've gone to New York for John. Please stay here until I can make it back, I need you to watch the animals and water the plants. Feel free to use any of the toys, and of course our private 'toys.' I'll call soon to let you know how everything is going.
Lots of Love,
Steven.

Of course, near to the end as she read the note, the lights went out, and he moved light lightening. Surging out of the closet, his right hand grasps her belt, at the same time getting a hold of her pants and panties. With his right arm he raises her up off the ground, his left hand grabbing a fist full of hair as he throws her onto the table. His left hand jerks on her hair, but also prevents her from smashing her face as he roughly sets her down on the table, his legs between hers as her knees rest on the edge of the marble table. He releases her hair to press a 'blade' to her throat. Using a dark, menacing voice that was very different from his normal voice, Steven made his first demands.

'Don't make a fucking sound! You fight, and I'll hurt you bad, you piss me off, and I'll kill you once I'm done with you, nod if you understand me!'

Of course, how was Steven supposed to know that Becky never got his message due to a nosey room-mate, or that his sister having come into town used his hidden spare key to surpise him?

OOC: And pick it up from there, fight as much as ya like, but try and keep the mutual secret identies going. Then once they get into it, they can be revealed, and oh the hilarity that will ensue!

Modified OOC: Lots of people have been enjoying this thread, so I just want to point out to everyone. Comments/feedback/flames/etc. are all more than welcome. So just send me a PM, and I'll be sure to share it with BlaqueRicanMami, as at least I would love to hear what you have to say.

Angela

IC:

She had wanted to surprise her big brother.

Flying into town, she had got a room at the plush hotel near the airport. Angela had drastically changed how she looked for the last eighteen months since she had seen her beloved brother. She had finally lost that thirty pounds of baby fat, that newly trim and lean physique fitting a size six now. That mousy brown hair that hung to her waist since eighth grade was now cute into those flattering layers that feel just past her shoulder blades. Dyed that golden brown with blonde high lights. She had begun to wear make up that would flatter her baby smooth complexion, and bring out those lovely bright green almond shaped eyes.

She had everything planned out. She still had a key to his home, so she decided to go over there around five, when she figured he would still be working, and cook a special dinner for him and surprise him with her new appearance. She never she would have a good time with her brother, she loved him and she usually always did.

So, it was about four thirty when she would pull out of the hotel's parking lot in that rented pearl white BMW. She had dressed to show off that new curvaceous figure. Form fitting black silk slacks, with little black lace thong panties underneath. Those sandals with slender four inch heels in black. White silk spaghetti strap top that was low cut. No bra underneath. Her hair would frame her face in those soft layers. Make up impeccable.

She had stopped by a grocery store first. Pulling up in front of his house. She would turn the car off, moving from that driver's side, she would move around to the trunk which was open from that lever that she pulled from inside of the car. Grabbing those two plastic bags in one hand, she would shut the trunk door with her free hand. She would cook up a few steaks, some mashed potatoes and gravy, and a nice salad.

Moving to the front door, she would place the bags on the ground, to unlock the door. Pushing the door open easily, she would stoop to pick up the bags and move inside, closing and locking the door. The bags would be replaced to the floor when she spied that note on the table. Advancing towards it, she would reach out and take it up into his hands. Seeing that it was addressed to Becky, whom she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting.

Her heart would sink when she found out that Steven wouldn't be home, but a little snicker could be heard when she read the part about their " toys. "

Just as she was getting to the end of that letter, the lights went up. She would swear under her breath. This night just went from bad to worse. Before she would move from that spot, she went that hand coming around to clutch her body tightly. She would scream out in terror, dropping that letter to the ground.

Suddenly, she was lifted onto that table, her hair pulled back, she would scream again in pain, as her head jerked back painfully. Her hair was let ago, and that third scream got caught in her throat at the sensation of a blade being pressed up against sensitive flesh.

" Don't make a fucking sound! You fight, and I'll hurt you bad, you piss me off, and I'll kill you once I'm done with you, nod if you understand me! "

She would nod meekly, a few tears would zig zag their way down her cheeks. She had never been in a violent situation like this, so she didn't know what to do. She would take her chances. Her tone was quiet so she didn't even know if he heard her at first.

" Oh God...what...what do you want from me? "

Rapist

Steven felt good about how quickly he had cowed her, she only shrieked twice...she was a good girl, and took direction well. Until she opened her mouth again.

" Oh God...what...what do you want from me? "

"Shut the fuck up! You speak again, and I will show you exactly what I want from you, but you will not enjoy your time!"

Steven thought to himself, 'Jesus she plays a frightened girl well, doesn't even sound like herself anymore. Hope she plays it up well.

Reaching into his bag on his back with his left hand, but keeping the 'blade' close to her neck with his right hand, he drops something onto the table in front of her.

"This is a gag, it is a ball gag, but since you've been naughty and talked, it's solid rubber. Put it on, and tighten it down. If I feel it's not tight enough, I will make it tight enough that your tongue will no longer be able to move, got me?" Steven rasped out in his 'rapist' voice. He flashes his gaze to the blade, 'funny how real a screw driver can feel, huh?' he muses to himself in his mind.

"If you do everything I tell you to, you might make it out of here alive. I read that note too bitch, and I'm gona find those toys...hope your friend here is into some kink, cause I sure as fuck am!"

Steven pushed the 'blade' tighter against her, hoping she didn't fight to much, because he was already slightly worried he'd hurt her when he threw her onto the table.

Angela

"Shut the fuck up! You speak again, and I will show you exactly what I want from you, but you will not enjoy your time!"

Instantly, she would clam up, not making a sound besides the soft whimpers that she hadn't been able to keep from escaping her parted, now dry lips. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she tried desperately to think of a way to get out of the situation without being violated and without any major bodily harm done to her.

"This is a gag, it is a ball gag, but since you've been naughty and talked, it's solid rubber. Put it on, and tighten it down. If I feel it's not tight enough, I will make it tight enough that your tongue will no longer be able to move, got me?"

Once more, she would just nod placidly. Her body trembling at the sound of his words, which would invoke even more fear inside of her. Her hands would shake as she reached forward, picking up that gag that had been placed in front of her. She would slip the gag on, ball between those full lips. She would tighten as he instructed her to do. Honestly, it wasn't very tight. She hadn't made much of an adjustment to that bag, just making it slightly tighter, but she would just pray that he wouldn't notice.

"If you do everything I tell you to, you might make it out of here alive. I read that note too bitch, and I'm gona find those toys...hope your friend here is into some kink, cause I sure as fuck am!"

Her eyes would widen then at his words. Oh God, he had meant to rape Becky and not her! What if he had been stalking Becky and following her? What if he had been watching the house, just waiting for his prey? What he would he do if he found out that she wasn't Becky? She would tremble in fear, those tears would continue as she tried to stay as still as possible on that table. Waiting in fear for his next move.

Rapist

Laughing to himself in his head, Steven applaudes her passive aggressive spirit, 'shit, Becky can act!' he says in his head, as he leans in close to her ear to speak to her again, his chest pressing down on her back, and the screw driver being pressed closer to her neck.

"Put your hands behind you bitch, quickly...and don't reach for anything, or I swear that you wont have an open casket after I'm done with you. Nice and gentle now, I've got plans for you. But free hands will only cause problems.


Steven thrusts his hips forward at her, and since he's inbetween her legs, his erection pressing on his pants would hit her right between her legs, his left hand now pressing down on the back of her head, keeping her forehead on the table firmly, but not painfully.

"We got the house until Friday bitch...gona have lots of fun before your friend gets home to save you...your in for a ride..."
He even laughs in his 'rapist' voice, using all of his voice acting skills to keep up the charade with Becky.

Angela

Her breath would get caught in her throat at the feeling of that blade coming harder against that satin flesh. ' Oh, shit ', she thought. ' How the fuck am I gonna get out of this one ? ' She was beginning to wonder if it was fruitless to fight him and if she just let him have his way with her, he would get bored quickly, have his fill and leave her alone.

"Put your hands behind you bitch, quickly...and don't reach for anything, or I swear that you wont have an open casket after I'm done with you. Nice and gentle now, I've got plans for you. But free hands will only cause problems. "

She would hesitate for a moment, but that's when she felt him thrust up against her open thighs. She would scream against that gag, pulling her body as far forward as possible in the position she was in with her face down against that table, his hand keeping her firmly in place.

"We got the house until Friday bitch...gona have lots of fun before your friend gets home to save you...your in for a ride..."

That muffled scream was heard again at his words. She would place that left arm around her back like he requested, but she would blindly shove her right elbow back as best as she could, hoping to come in contact with that muscular body behind her. If she didn't hurt him, she wanted to at least stun him.

OOC: It posted my message twice, and then wouldn't let me delete it.

Rapist

Feeling her stuggle on the table, Steven thinks to himself, 'She's really hamming this up...I've got to admit, this is lots of fun. I should of let her talk me into this sooner." He tightens his grip on her head, holding her down hard to keep her pinned, if she got away now, all the fun would end.

His left hand moves from the back of her head, and grips her wrist tightly, but not painfully. Then he was attacked by stars, or so it appeared when her right elbow smashed into his right eye.

"Fuck!" Steven even half dropped his 'rapist' voice in surpise, but quickly got that back under control.

Acting on purely fighter instincts, his left hand increases it's grip to painfully tight, and his right arm locks on her right arm, so that it is caught behind her and near his head. The 'blade' drops down next to her face, rolling across the table and to the floor as Steven drops all of his weight across her back to keep her immobile as he tried to see again, his erection pressing hard against her ass cheeks.

"I am so glad you fought back bitch...I hate women that just roll over and take it. I'll give you that one, but you do it again, and I will hurt you. I swear I'll make you regret it. There are things worse than rape or death you know." Steven rasps out in his 'rapist' voice, as his vision starts to clear, he even humps into her a couple times to give her an idea of what he planned.

Angela

She felt that jolt of pain travel up her arm when her elbow would come up against his face harder than she expected. That surge of pride for defending herself was short lived though.

" Fuck ! "

She was surprised when she heard that change in his voice, and before she could gather her wits quickly enough to actually move off of the table, he was gripping her left wrist and right arm in that tight and very painful embrace and she was slammed downward against the table, his weight fully pinning her down. She would have her cheek pressed against the cool surface, her head facing towards the door, those golden brown strands covering her facial features. She could hear the sound of the blade rolling across the table and dropping to the floor. If she hadn't been trapped between her attacker and the table, she would have tried to grab for it.

"I am so glad you fought back bitch...I hate women that just roll over and take it. I'll give you that one, but you do it again, and I will hurt you. I swear I'll make you regret it. There are things worse than rape or death you know."

Right now, she wasn't very interested in knowing that things that he could do to her besides the apparent rape that he had in mind or the death that he was threatening her with. All she could think of was his erection that was pressed tightly to her ass. She would cry out in shame against that ball gag as he thrusted his hips down against her, humping her from behind to get his point across. She would struggle hard against him, thrashing about as best as she could between his body and the table.

Rapist

Feeling confidant that she wouldn't throw another elbow into his face, he starts to twist her left arm from her side, towards the middle of her back. He moves so as to not hurt her elbow, but grips her wrist in a near crushing show of power in his hands. His right arm stays wrapped around her right arm, keeping it nearly straight up and behind her. Once he gets her left hand pinned to the small of her back, he starts to slide his hand up her right arm, until he can grasp her wrist tightly. Then he starts to slowly bring her right arm around towards the small of her back. He humps his erection hard into her, pressing her tightly between his hardness and the table she was laying on.

"Let me know when you start to enjoy yourself, then we can have some real fun!" He keeps his voice going, pissed that he dropped it in his moment of surprise, and hoping she didn't recognize his voice. "I nearly fucked up her fantasy already! Stupid!" he berated himself in his head.

Angela

She would stay eerily quiet as he twisted her arms about so that her wrists could be captured in that crushing embrace at the small of her back. She wouldn't move, she wouldn't make a sound, her chest barely raising and falling with each breath she took in by her nostrils.

But, that was when her body began to betray her. She hadn't had sexual contact of any kind for about seven months. Her boyfriend hadn't enjoyed her slow glamorous transformation. He wanted her to be his chubby, homely girlfriend that nobody would want but him forever. That wasn't about to happen. And she hadn't had time to date because of her busy career. So, when she began to feel that soft tingle of arousal deep inside of her, she was instantly filled with shame.

She could feel his erection pushed oh so tightly against her ass as he continued to hump her with those hard, grinding movements.

"Let me know when you start to enjoy yourself, then we can have some real fun!"

She would begin to whimper softly then, as she felt a damp spot growing on those little thong panties that she worn. She would begin to cry all over again, but instead of fear, it was because of the shame that coursed through her veins. How could her body do this to her?

Rapist

Once both of her arms are behind her, her hands near the opposite elbow, he switches the hold so that both hands are gripped in one of his. He reaches into his bag and removes a set of hand-cuffs, the ratching sound very distinct even in the pitch blackness. He cuffs her hands together, looping the cuffs under her belt so that her hands are trapped at the small of her back.

Then while ramming hard into her ass with his erection, he leans forward and buckles the gag tighter, such that she can't get the rubber ball from behind her teeth. Then a small click that smacks of finality can be heard, as he uses a small padlock to keep the gag in place even if her hands get free.

He leans forward over her, his tongue licking a path across her cheek. 'Wow...she's crying...she's totally into this!' he thinks to himself, as he speaks into her ear with his 'rapist' voice.

"And the real tragidy of today bitch? That wasn't a knife, it was a screw-driver...to bad you gave up so easily..."

He laughs low loud in her ear, as he grinds hard against her backside, pushing her down tight against the table.

Then he stood up, his right hand going to the back of her pants, his left hand gripping the back of her bra and a fistful of shirt. After a couple moments of adjustment, his right hand held only the waist band to her panties. Using his hold on only her underwear, Steven lifted her up off the table and onto her feet, keeping her close to the edge of the table to prevent any un-due kicking. Then he starts to rummage in his bag, cursing softly in his 'rapist' voice because it's certainly hard to find something in a bag of 'goodies' in the pitch blackness.

Once he has her standing, his left hand releases her bra and hooks around her side to hold her upright, his hand landing first on her throat, but then slowly moving down, with an almost certain destination being her breasts. His right hand however keeps the panties pulled up tight behind her, keeping her from really being able to set all her weight on the ground.

Angela

Her eyes would widen at the sound of those handcuffs as she felt the cool metal come to clasp tightly around her slender wrists, keeping her firmly in place now. Her body was pushed down against the table as he kept thrusting down at her as hard as possible, and she felt that tingle inside of her continuing to grow until she felt the gag becoming harder.

He could feel her tremble as he would run his tongue along her cheek and she jerked her head away.

"And the real tragidy of today bitch? That wasn't a knife, it was a screw-driver...to bad you gave up so easily..."

She would begin to cry harder as his words hit her hard, and the sound of the " knife " rolling off the table came back to her. That tingle of arousal was suddenly and thankfully gone as she felt like he had dumped cold water on her as he continued to hump her, pushing her body down even harder to that cold marble table, as she cried hysterically, his laughter and enjoyment of her violation tormenting her.

Soon she felt her body being jerked backward by his hard grip on her panties and her shirt. She would stand on her tip toes, her high heeled sandals sliding off some as he held her up just by the waistband of those little thong panties, her abdomen up hard against the table, so she wasn't in the position to kick him and try to inflict pain on him again. Her head would hang downward, as those tears slid down her cheeks silently.

She would feel his hand against her throat and she would scream against the gag in panic. She thought for sure that he would choke her to death, but her fears were put to rest as his hand began to travel downward over her body. She would scream again, and she knew that the time had come. He was going to take what he perceived as his. His hand would come to her breasts, and to get away from his hand she had to push her body back against his even closer, her ass snug against his groin as she pulled from his touch.

Rapist

Feeling her jerk away from his tongue, he shrugged to himself.

"And the real tragidy of today bitch? That wasn't a knife, it was a screw-driver...to bad you gave up so easily..."

Having said that, she really started to cry. He was honestly surprised by that, but once again, mollified himself by assuming that she was just acting it up.

Once he stood her up, her head just rolled around as if she lacked the strength to lift it. That is until his hand touched her throat, and her entire body tensed up, she even renewed her attempts to scream through the gag, but the noises were pitifully soft, as if even the gag mocked her.

As his hand moved to her breast, he felt her jerk back against him, pressing herself hard to his body, by trying to avoid the hand. He leans back over her shoulder, pulling his hands from her but keeping her hips pinned to the table, having not molested her breasts at all.

"We have plenty of time to play, but I want to see you...but you don't get to see me." And with that, he pulled a bag over her head. Thick denim, triple stiched with gromits, specially crafted to resist tears and biting -- assuming she could get the gag off. Messing around at the base of the bag, he pulled a band tight around her neck, holding it tight enough to cause a shortness of breath, before letting it to loosen enough to not obstruct breathing but to prevent removal from her head. Another small click can be heard as he locked the belt around her neck.

His right arm would wrap around her torso, just below the breasts and under both arms, crushing her body to his chest. His left hand grabbed the panties again as he lifted her, taking her from the entry way and deeper into the house. Stopping to open a door (and remove his mask); light can be seen through the bag, but other than the idea of light being there, nothing could really be seen.

"Plenty of time to play...plenty of time."

As he carried her, he thought to himself. "She's a little lighter than I remember...guess she's been loosen weight, oh well, we got several days to play if we want it...should be fun," and with a huge grin, he carried her across the room.

Angela

She began to panic when she felt that bag coming over head. She felt that band coming around her throat, and her panic would heighten as her breathing was restricted, and she heard that lock coming to a close. ' Okay Angela...Calm down. If you start to hyperventilate, you might kill yourself. Take a deep breath... ' Which is exactly what she did, she forced herself to breathe slowly.

She struggled against his body as he lifted her up in his arms so easily, her body against his so painfully tightly. Seeing the light through the bag, she was somewhat grateful. ' Maybe it would be easier to escape him here...Or maybe Becky will come over. God, please let her come over...I don't know what to do. Maybe I should let him have his way with me. At least then once he gets tired of me, he can leave me alone.

"Plenty of time to play...plenty of time."

She couldn't let herself panic. She would kill herself if she did. She forced those deep breaths...It would be over soon.

Rapist

Hearing her breathing slow in the bag, he checks to make sure that the belt around her throat wasn't to tight. Once he was sure she would be fine with the bag on, he continued with her across the room. He turns her around away from him, so that she faced him for only a moment, then he shoves her backward -- hard.

Where she would fall into a large over stuffed leather arm chair, then he drops to his knees in front of her, holding her legs against the hair to keep her from kicking him as he rifles through the bag some more.

Then he leans over to one side, grabbing a bar from the floor where he left it. Placing it near her feet, he pulled them apart from one another, locking her left foot to one side of the bar, and her right foot to the other -- the bar keeping her feet 3' from one another. Then he reached forward and grabbed her belt in the front, right above her crotch and pulled her back to her feet, her chest tight against his.

"Gotta keep your legs spread...I hate it when you bitches close them and try to keep me out like that..."

Angela

There was silence. She couldn't take the silence. Even though his raspy voice tormented her, at least she could tell where he was, and what he was doing. She was taken by surprised when she was turned to face him then, but before she could get her bearings, she was shoved backwards roughly.

She would land on that chair hard, crying out against the gag, with that restriction and the bag, he could probably barely hear the muffled sound. She would try to kick at him, but his strong grip kept her legs pinned in place. She forced herself to take those deep breaths as she felt herself being tied up and confined as her legs were tied to that bar so they would stay in that spread position. She was then pulled up into his crushing embrace against his chest once more.

"Gotta keep your legs spread...I hate it when you bitches close them and try to keep me out like that..."

He would probably feel her body trembling in fear...she had no idea what would happen to her over the course of the next hours...or even days.

Rapist

Hoping he hadn't hurt her badly when he shoved her to the chair, he stood there for a moment with her held close to him. Then he walked behind her, his hand dragging across her belly as he moves behind her. Then he lifts her again, and carries her across the room. Setting her down, he kneels behind her, hooking the bar to the ground. He then lifts each of her feet in turn, taking her shoes from her and tossing them across the room.

He can feel her entire body tremble as he slowly stands behind her, his fingers dragging up the outsides of her legs. He then leans over her shoulder and kisses her collar bone, licking it a little with his tongue.

"If you good, I can be quite gentle," he rasped out, pondering how an evil voice sounds when saying nice things.

"I am now going to un-hook your hands, but your not going to fight me right? I'm going to tie them back up again, but your locked into your head gear, and your locked to the floor. So you can see that fighting me would be one of the more stupid things you could do...nod if you agree." He continues to lick and kiss her collar bone as he talks, every once in awhile swapping sides to give her other collar bone some attention.

Angela

She felt herself being lifted up once more so easily, and carried some distance before she was set down on the ground again. She would then fell her shoes coming off and she could hear them being tossed across the room. He was unnerving her with his slow caresses to those slender thighs, and she would then feel his lips against her collar bone, along with the tip of his tongue against the soft bare flesh.

"If you good, I can be quite gentle,"

The affect of his raspy voice, which was scary in it's own right, along with his nice words had a chilling effect on her...and yet, she could feel that tingle between her thighs again. But this time, it would come back stronger...and she wanted to resist it. She knew that she had to, but it was so, so hard.

"I am now going to un-hook your hands, but your not going to fight me right? I'm going to tie them back up again, but your locked into your head gear, and your locked to the floor. So you can see that fighting me would be one of the more stupid things you could do...nod if you agree."

She would nod slowly...her wrists were aching and she wanted to be free. She would whimper softly as he continued to lick and kiss that soft skin...and she didn't know if she would even want to stop him if he kept being so gentle with her and not trying to hurt her.

Rapist

Once she had nodded to his statement, he then unhooked her right hand, quickly locking the open cuff to the belt and keeping her left hand behind her. He took hold of her right wrist, gently rubbing the spot that had been trapped in the metal cuff, getting the circulation going back into her hand. He then gently, but firmly forced her hand out to her side, belting a leather cuff around the wrist. He locked this particular piece onto her as well, before lifting her arm and clipping it to something hanging over her head. He repeated the procedure with her left hand, so that she was standing with her hands secured above her head, but in much more comfortable restraints.

He leans against her back, his hands going to her waist and slowly un-buckling her belt, drawing it from around her waist quickly, and hearing the cuffs drop to the floor behind her. He kicks them out of the way and places the belt over his shoulder, as his splayed open hands moved across her belly, moving the shirt up on her torso as they explored the naked flesh around her navel.

Angela

She would sigh in relief as she felt those cuffs coming from her wrists, and she felt him rubbing her wrist, the blood rushing back to her hands. She would wiggle those soft digits slowly to get the blood moving again. She was pliable in his arms, letting him tie her up once more from those leather restraints, which felt much better compared to that leather.

She felt him begin to undress her, his hands caressing bare flesh as he pulled up the top, and that's when it happened...She found herself pushing back against him, her ass tight against his groin, and she could feel that steel erection...She felt that tingle grow in heat, in it confused her so much.

Rapist

Hearing her exhale with the removal of the cuffs, he feels better that he isn't activly causing pain to Becky. She was surprisingly easy to cow though, as she just let him move her hands about. He left the bottom edge of her shirt just below her bra, having pushed it up, but now he started to un-button her silk pants, slowly pulling the zipper down, so that each little 'tooth' on the zipper can be heard pulling apart. He slowly pulled the front of her pants open, and then pulled them down to her knees.

Standing back up, he can feel her leaning back against his chest, her panty clad ass pressed hard against his erection. He then pulled her top above her bra, so that she stood exposed, but still fully dressed, her modisty hidden behind a set of very small under garments. He stepped away from her, and moved in front of her.

Some rustling can be heard, and then she feels the heat of direct sunlight on her skin, the noise being the curtains drawn back. He leans in close to her hooded face, and spoke, "Your over-looking the road. Can you hear the traffic? All those cars that drive by can see you...in all your glory. Not only am I going to take you, I'm going to share you...and if someone stops by, they will be invited in."

He assumed she wouldn't relize she was actually facing the large privacy fence in the backyard, the window not being visable to anyone not in the pool in the backyard. He nodded and said to himself, "much easier to settle on humiliation than pain."


She felt him begin to undress her, his hands caressing bare flesh as he pulled up the top, and that's when it happened...She found herself pushing back against him, her ass tight against his groin, and she could feel that steel erection...She felt that tingle grow in heat, in it confused her so much.

Angela

Her heart would begin accelerate and pick up in pace as she felt and heard the zipper to her form fitting slack being drawn down, and then the material being dragged downward to her knees. Feeling the warm air hitting her hot and flushed skin. She almost sighed when he would bring that top up over her breasts. Those tiny little lacy garments that barely concealed her new shapely body were in his full view.

There was a moment of confusion when she felt his hands leave her body, his erection gone from that oh so delicious spot. But, she would hear the blinds being drawn, and feel the bright beams of sunlight, even through the hood.

"Your over-looking the road. Can you hear the traffic? All those cars that drive by can see you...in all your glory. Not only am I going to take you, I'm going to share you...and if someone stops by, they will be invited in."

She felt chilled by his words, and she would squirm against her restraints. She couldn't hear traffic...so, she didn't know whether or not to trust him on the matter, especially after the screwdriver incident. And even if it weren't true, she still felt that hot heat of shame cover her near nude body. Just because she didn't know if he was lying her not...and even if he wasn't, she still felt that arousal.

Rapist

Feeling her struggle a bit, he laughed in his head. He then very nearly hit himself in the head for having forgot this part of the day. He looked around finding the remote in seconds, then turned on a specially made tape, set to the perfect volume. It was a truck honking it's horn and moving past. He then leans in close to her ear. The horns coming at random, and the sounds of infrequent cars coming and going.

"Hear the horns? They enjoy your show Becky...of couse, the road isn't as highly populated as I'd like, but it'll do."

He could see her whole body flush, as he moved behind her again, his hands reaching around her and gently dragging his fingers around her breasts, pointedly ignoring her nipples, just lazily dragging around them in circles, or up and down the sides. His hands working independantly, so one would be lightly rubbing with finger tips, and his other hand would drag his nails across the other.

He pressed himself against her back again, his shirt slightly scratchy on her bare back, his erection once again pressed against her ass, but this time, lightly, almost like it wasn't there.

Angela

"Hear the horns? They enjoy your show Becky...of couse, the road isn't as highly populated as I'd like, but it'll do."

Her body would flush hot, but for real this time. She could hear the horns and the cars occasionally, and she knew that he wasn't lying to her. But...damn...she still found herself so, so hot...she was on fire between her thighs and she wanted him. She tried to stop it, but lust was slowly starting to control her.

Feeling his hands at her breasts, those pink hued nipples would grow instantly hard, straining at that black lace material...Mentally, she was begging him to touch her nipples, brush against them...anything, but he would tease her mercilessly, with the different patterns of his fingers to each breasts. She felt his erection up against her ass very lightly, and she would push back some, in an effort to get his erection back against her hard once more, thrusting against her, but she couldn't move enough, she couldn't get ass back far enough. She thought she would loose her mind.