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It’s been like six months since I raped Jenna. God, time sure
does fly when you’re having fun.
Ever since that night I made some new Internet friends. I
told the truth about myself to some of them, but not the
whole truth in the cases of potential victims. Why do they
need to know my real name? But then again, I’ll be careful
enough to get people who won’t talk, won’t tell anyone about
me attacking them. I got a large selection of victims and
I’ll know them inside-out (no pun intended) before I fuck
them.
Anyway, since Jenna’s rape I got to meet and fuck some more
of my Internet women, when in most cases it was
non-consensual.
Jenna didn’t give me too much trouble. She didn’t want to
talk about it, she just said that she forgives me (???) and
that she promises not to tell anyone. All she said is that I
should seek help and that she hopes I won’t hurt anyone like
that again. When writing back to her, I played the part of
the ‘good-boy-turned-bad’ just right, and she believed I was
sorry.
Yeah, right! That rape was the best thing that ever happened
to me. It really boosted up my self-esteem. I started
exercising more, I got better focus in my schoolwork, while
at the same time I took a more relaxed approach on life.
It’s amazing how easy it is to better yourself. Just smile
at the world and the world would smile back at you. Act like
a god, and you shall become one.
I know it’s a little arrogant, but when you rape women of
every ethnicity and social-economic status throughout the
United States without getting caught, it boosts up your self
worth.
Sex is amazing, no matter if it’s consensual or not. Like
with this one girl, Dana. I’ve been talking to her online
for about 8 months online. I met her about 3 months after I
started my rape series. She was working at this bar, and
loved doing it in there after closing time. She’s been
wanting to get me in there for a long while. I decided that
it won’t be so bad if a slut like that got a little roughed
up. Girls like her practically ask for it.
She was about 5’8 or 5’9. Not the most attractive face, but
goddamn, what a body. It wasn’t a problem to get laid with a
body like that (and I’ve seen her nude pics). She had a long
dark curly hair that went all the way to her back, and
little brown eyes that just begged for sex.
As I said, we talked and cybered for about 8 months, and by
the time I got to her home town, and notified her I’m there
through the messenger service, we both got so horny that she
just begged me to meet her and fuck her brains out. We
decided to meet at a street corner not far from my motel,
and just head down to the pub.
I got out of the motel at about 1am and started heading to
the meeting point. It was pouring, windy and freezing cold.
Oh, well, at least I was to warm myself up pretty soon.
Through the raindrops I could see a tall figure standing in
the street corner, covered with a big blue coat. She saw me
approaching her and took the cape of her head as I got to
her. I could see her face, her wet curly hair. It was her
all right, in the flesh.
She smiled as she saw my frustrated expression (you try
walking around in THAT rain with just a thin jacket before
you pass judgement) as the fucking rain soaked me up.
“Tom!” She said with a smile.
“Hey, Dana! Nice weather you got here.”
“Oh, I see I got you wet.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to get me wet.” She said. Can you
believe she said that? And people say I have lame lines.
Then again, it was enough to make me hard even in that
whether.
Dana, who was slightly taller than me, leaned down and
kissed me, grabbing the back of my head. I kissed her back,
stroking her head. I soon felt her other hand slide down and
grab on my cock, catching me by surprise. I shook a little
as she broke the kiss and stared at me with a hungry look.
“Eager boy, aren’t you? Come on, let’s get you out of these
clothes, baby.” She took my hand and started leading me
towards the pub.
As we got there she took a key out of her coat and opened
the back door.
“Welcome to my humble home!” She said as she threw the coat
on one of the chairs, revealing a black sweater, which fit
her slim figure perfectly. I just couldn’t stop staring at
that figure, at those tits. God, she was hot!
She sat down on a table with her legs wide open. “I like
being here at nights.”
“Yeah, you told me all about your hobbies.”
“You’re cute.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you want to touch my tits?”
“Um, excuse me?”
“Do you want to touch my tits?”
Damn, this girl was horny!
I smiled. “Yeah, sure. If you insist.” I started walking
towards her. I would love to feel her breasts, check out the
merchandise before buying. Not that it mattered. I was to
fuck her anyway, and it will hurt her, I swear to god!
“Or do you just wanna fuck?” She said as I reached for her
right breast with my left hand.
“Wanna do it on the table?” I asked.
She started moaning as I massaged her breast. “Mmm… oh… no…
not here.”
She grabbed my hand , grabbed my face, and shoved me towards
the Men’s room.
There were two uriners and two toilets. There was enough
room on the floor to do it, but I really didn’t want to do
it. That’s quite disgusting. She shoved me against the wall
and started kissing me.
“Do you love me?” She asked in between kisses.
“You bet, baby. I adore you!”
I put my hands on her butt and squeezed.
“You like it rough, baby?” I asked in between kisses.
“Yes. Make it rough. Do it.”
That was the time to test her limits. I swung my hand in the
air and slapped across the bitch’s face.
“You like that, bitch? You like it?”
She looked at me, smiling with lust, and slapped me back.
“Not rough enough, bitch.” She said.
I was in shock. How far will she be willing to go? How the
fuck am I gonna rape a girl who can’t say no? Should I just
stick with raping the good girls? No, bad girls deserve it
more.
I grabbed her by the hair and spun her towards the mirror at
the sinks. She put her hands at the sink as if I was about
to frisk her. I took down her pants to discover she wore
black stockings underneath.
“Very nice!” I said.
“Oh, I’m very nice, Tommy. Are you nice too?”
“I’ll show you how much.” I said as I took off her stockings.
She wasn’t wearing anything under it. Just her sexy white
ass. I lifted her up a bit with my hand between her legs.
She moaned. I tried to insert my cock into her from behind
while holding her.
“Come on, fuck me!” she said.
I shoved my cock into her pussy, knowing exactly what I’m
about to do next. I pinned her into the fucking sink. I just
slammed myself into her with anger, with hate. She loved
every second of it. Through the mirror I could see her face.
She was snapping her head back, swinging her hair, closing
her eyes, opening her mouth with loud moans of pleasure.
And then I saw my face. It was the familiar anger. I knew I
had to dislodge it somehow.
I kept on fucking her. I wasn’t sure if she was about to
cum, but I knew I was. I slowly got out of her, not wanting
to pleasure her all the way. The expression on her face
slowly turned from pleasure to surprise.
“Hey, what happened?”
“I didn’t wanna cum.”
“But I was so close.”
Not “why” not “what’s wrong”. She didn’t mind why I didn’t
cum, she only wanted to know why I’m no pleasuring HER.
“Give me a blowjob. I’ll fuck you later.” I figured I better
ask her to blow me BEFORE it turns to rape. I don’t like
putting my cock in mouths of people who hate me.
“Fuck you, Tom! Make me cum!”
I slapped her. I made no attempt to stop her from slapping
me back. I thought I would enjoy it.
Guys, don’t ever let a woman hit you when she’s unsatisfied.
You’ll be dizzy for at least 5 seconds.
“That was a mistake.” She said as she started gathering her
clothes.
As my world stopped spinning I started walking towards her.
She was with her back to me and didn’t see me until I spun
her and laid her on the floor, getting on top of her. We
started making out like Maniacs and throwing away all the
clothes we still had on.
When we were both in our birthday suits I started slipping
my cock back into her, and got it out again.
“Tom, what the fuck?”
“We’re doing it at the sink. I want you to see it in the
mirror.”
I grabbed her by her hair and made her stand facing the
mirror, leaning at the bathroom sink. I then started putting
my cock in her ass, still holding a fistful of her hair.
“You like it up the ass, Dana?”
“Make me cum first.”
“Cum? I’ll make you cum.” I snapped her head back, and
bashed it into the mirror as I rammed into her ass.
“You like it rough, baby? You like it rough? I’ll make it
rough for you.”
I could feel her trying to fight her dizziness, trying to
turn around and face me, fight me off, but it’s a little
hard to face someone who is shoving his cock up your ass. I
shoved it with every intention of hurting her. I wanted her
to know who’s running the show from now on.
I rammed my cock in her ass even stronger than when I did in
her pussy. I guess it was because I knew fucking her ass
would hurt her more.
I felt as if I was in a trans. I stopped hearing what was
going on, didn’t focus my eyes, just kept shoving and
shoving, occasionally noticing her cries of pain. Looking
back I now remember she kept moaning and crying the entire
time. I just didn’t give it much thought at the time.
It didn’t matter how much she cried and begged for me to
stop. I wasn’t going to.
When I came to, I just came (yeah, read that again. Same
word - different meaning). Dana’s head was dropped with her
face towards the sink. The water tap was just above her
head, so I opened the hot water. She squirmed a little but I
held a fistful of her hair and kept her head in until I felt
my hand burning. That was when I took her head out of the
sink and punched her in the face (by that time I was with my
cock soft, out of her). As she fell to the floor she started
weeping.
“Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell.” She sounded like
a little girl. She even looked like a little girl. This girl
had the body of woman, you know? A WOMAN! But I shrunk that
fucking tease to her original size. Just the satisfaction of
that made me semi hard in no time. As she was laid down on
the floor I took a cigarette out of her pants. I had
cigarettes in my clothes, but why waste’em?
So anyway, I lit it up, got on my knees next to Dana and
blew the smoke in her face.
“Please. Please let me go!”
I smiled. “Yeah, sure.”
-Lightning-
I took the cigarette out of my mouth and burned it on her
pussy.
-Thunder-
A second afterwards she started screaming. Pouring rain
outside, less than 2 seconds difference between lightning
and thunder, less than a second between thunder and helpless
cries from my victim. No one would notice her cries, not
here. Not at 1:30am.
Nevertheless I muffled her with my hand as I burned it on
her belly. I wanted to see if she would dare to fight me,
dare to bite me. She didn’t do anything, just a muffled cry
you wouldn’t even hear in a clear day (and I mentioned the
chaos outside).
I kept my hand on her mouth as I entered her now burned
pussy. I squeezed her mouth, staring at the terror in her
eyes. I gotta tell you, I raped a lot of women and girls,
who were a lot more naive than Dana, and not as
sophisticated or familiar with the real world, but Dana’s
eyes were the most frightened I’ve ever seen. That surprised
me. Of all of my victims, she should have fought the most,
showing no fear. Frankly, I was a little disappointed in
her.
I continued fucking her, and she did not stop whipping and
moaning for one second. She kept looking at me, into my
eyes, as if it was the only way she could try to resist me.
She just kept on begging me with her eyes, her face so close
to mine, but I don’t have to tell you – it’s the begging
that makes us all turned on, isn’t it?
When I was done I turned her over on all fours and started
smacking her ass. All she did from the moment I got my hand
off her mouth was weep. I just couldn’t believe it. How much
can the biggest slut in town cry over a roughed up fucking?
She was such a wimp. I think I liked her more when she was a
dominant bitch.
While I was smacking her ass I also lit up another
cigarette. I played with her ass a little, fingering it, and
that was the turning point. When I say turning point I mean
that she turned on her back and started fighting back,
slapping on my wrists and arms. I immediately got on top of
her and slapped on her pussy. This time she tried to stop
herself from screaming and just cried.
“Please, what do you want from me? What do you want from me?
Please, stop!”
“What do I want from you? Stop being such a fucking tease,
that’s what I want from you. You don’t play with men and men
won’t fucking play with you. You know how men feel when you
do this to them?”
“Please, Tom, I don’t… Please.”
“That’s how they feel, bitch!”
I took the cigarette and got it close to her face. She
winced in fear and closed her eyes.
“Fine, I won’t burn your face.” I said as I took the
cigarette and burned it on the side of her ass.
She cried softly, getting used to the horrible torture.
“I got our chat saved, baby. I got all of it. If you talk,
people will see it. They’ll see what slut you are. And I’m
sure I can get dozens of guys who’d testify and say exactly
what you’ve done with them.”
“Tommy, please, I won’t talk. Please!”
“That’s right, you won’t. But if you want it to be over with
you gotta do what I say, slut. Now get on your fucking knees
and blow me.”
I rose up, and she slowly got on her knees, crying. She held
my cock and start rubbing it with her hand. Then she took me
in her mouth and started blowing. I felt as if my legs were
about to give in, but I remained standing.
Dana’s blowjob was real. She didn’t try to do any trick in
order to avenge me. Looking back I must have been crazy
letting her do this without a proper threat. I don’t know
why I trusted her with my cock. Nevertheless it was a hell
of a blowjob. She even swallowed everything as I came in her
mouth. That bitch had a hell of a mouth.
After that she pretty much let me do whatever I wanted with
her. I fucked her up the ass, forcing her to play along and
push against me. I pulled her hair back the whole time. I
laid her on her back and forced my way into her pussy. At
that point she objected and fought me off.
I fought with her as she begged me not to do it, crying her
eyes out. I shoved myself inside her as fast as I could,
watching the pain in her eyes, the sharp pain from the
cigarette and the humiliation.
As I rammed in her pussy I swore to myself that at one point
or another, this bitch will hear from me again. I say that
all the time, positive that each new girl is something
special and that I’ll have to see her again, but eventually
a week later I forget all about it and she becomes just
another name on my list. Not this time.
“Dana, honey, when this is over I’ll be gone.”
“Okay.” She mumbled like a little girl.
“But I’ll be back someday, and you better be good if you
want me to be nice. I’m very nice, how about you?”
“I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Submitting yourself to my needs is enough.”
“Okay.”
“Of course I don’t really know if I’ll be back. Maybe I
will, maybe I won’t.”
“You son of a bitch!”
I rammed harder. She’s the bitch!
“Oh, god, no, I’m sorry!”
“You are sorry. Maybe I should sell you to a motorcycle
gang.”
“No, please, don’t take me away.”
“I don’t want to take you away. You’re shit and you’ll
always be shit.”
“Oh, god, please cum already!”
A second after she said that, I came. She started moaning as
she felt my hot cum in her. I’m still not sure if she came
or if she was just satisfied that it was over.
I once again grabbed her hair and kissed her. She did not
kiss back. I broke the kiss and slapped on her face. “You
better be good, you slut!” I said as I started putting my
fingers up her pussy.
“OH, GOD, PLEASE, I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T, PLEASE!”
I lean ed to kiss her again, and she kissed me back. Damn,
she was a good kisser. Most girls kiss better when it’s
consensual, but she was different.
During my first rape I thought Jenna was a good kisser. That
was before I met Dana.
During the kiss I thought about the events of the night. How
long have I been abusing her so far? I lost track of time. I
lost track of how many times I fucked her tonight but my
cock was still hard. What was going on?
As I was lost in my thoughts I felt her body twitching. She
started moaning into my mouth, trying to break the kiss. Now
I’m not sure, but I think I felt her getting wetter (my
fingers were in her pussy).
I looked into her eyes as she broke the kiss. “Did you just
cum?”
“Yes.” She looked back at me, with no shame, no fear. She
wasn’t afraid anymore. She wasn’t ashamed either because she
knew it was a normal physical reaction. That bitch probably
knows more about sex than anyone else I know. Experience
buys you knowledge, doesn’t it?
I took my fingers out of her pussy and shoved my cock back
in her like I’ve been doing for god knows how many times.
She winced a little, but kept her eyes open. Her expression
wasn’t much different from what it was a couple of seconds
ago. She was in pain, but she accepted it. The terror I saw
before wasn’t there, just pain and determination.
Determination to go through with it, to survive.
I was sort of worried, because I did not want her to be
mentally strong. At least not strong enough to call the cops
when I’m gone. But quickly the tears in her eyes started
forming again, and she cried like a baby all throughout the
rape.
The thought crossed my mind about killing her, but I knew I
shouldn’t. I’ll leave too many clues behind, and I’d be
bound to miss something. One little print, one little strand
of hair, sperm, anything. Nah, it’s better to keep her
silent.
I did not cum in her pussy. I ordered her to wash her face
at the sink. She obeyed, and I got behind her, kissing her
back, cupping her asscheeks, putting my cock inside her,
fucking her once again until I came in her ass. When I was
done I gave her both our clothes and dragged her outside of
the bathroom. I washed her up with water and Alcohol (can
you believe I found alcohol over there?) until she was
squeaky clean. I made her lie down on the floor as I
scrubbed her pussy. When I was done I got dressed, ordering
her to stay on the floor. When I was fully dressed I lit up
a cigarette.
“Now listen up, Dana. I’m gonna leave. You clean up this
mess we left at the bar while cleaning you up, get dressed,
and go home. When you’re home I want you to take a hot
shower, clean yourself up again, and pretend this night
never happened. You hear me?”
“Okay.”
“I got friends who can find you if I’m in prison. You don’t
know who they are, and by the time I would trace back to
them they’ll already be here, so even the cops can’t help
you. Don’t fuck with me.”
She sat up and looked at me with an expression filled with
hate. “Just leave already!”
“Sure I will, Dana.” I said as I knelt down to her. “But
before I leave I want you to remember exactly what would
happen if you don’t behave.”
I took the cigarette out of my mouth and slowly lowered it.
She looked at it in fear, trying to decide whether to attack
me or not. I stopped moving my hand and looked at her. She
looked back at me.
“You don’t like the pain, do you?” I smiled.
She cried out in surprise as I burned her pussy.
“Relax, Dana. That’s nothing compared to what I can do to
you if you don’t behave. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
I was done. I got up and left.
On my way back to the motel I started having feelings of
regret. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. After all, she was a
slut, and I didn’t use a condom! What the fuck? What if I
got something from her? Should I go get tested? Nah, life is
a gamble. I was in more danger from the law than I was from
Dana. Besides, I fucked lots of women before Dana, including
divorced women above 40, which are the largest AIDS group in
this country. Who knows, maybe I gave Dana something. Well,
I guess she’ll go get tested, and if she won’t try to get
back at me, it means I didn’t give her any disease. Hell,
who cares? I’ve been putting myself in danger from the get
go. This rape doesn’t change anything. It’s one of many I
did, and Dana’s first. Maybe there will be others.
As I got into my bed it started raining again. It was 4:00am
and still totally dark. I slowly fell asleep to the sound of
the raindrops striking my window. |
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