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She Wont Know
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Ever dream about sex without limits? About a girl that will let
you fuck her any way you want, as hard as you want in any hole,
for as LONG as you want? Here are She Wont Know we do exactly
that!! He sneaked upstairs and looked into her room to find her
lying and sleeping. Mikael was so horny and tempted that he
could not keep his hands to himself so he started to take of her
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Short rape story:
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She was sleeping soundly when, suddenly, a large hand clamped
down over her mouth and something cold and metallic was
pressed against her throat. She awoke surprised and
confused. When she saw the outline of a man above her in the
unlit room she tried to scream and struggle but his hand
muffled the sound and, then she heard him say, “Be quiet and
still or I will cut your throat.” My God! She thought to
herself. The object at her throat was a KNIFE! She froze in
terror, not daring to move a muscle.
“That’s better,” he told her. “I’m going to take away my
hand and turn on the light. You are to keep still and quiet,
and keep your eyes closed. Is that clear?”
Beginning to tremble, she nodded. She couldn’t believe this
was happening to her. She was a prisoner in her own home,
her own bed! A stranger had taken complete control of her,
rendered her powerless!
He turned on the table lamp by the bed and she kept her eyes
shut as he had directed. Duct tape was placed over her eyes
rendering her blind, presumably so that she couldn’t
identify him later. As much as the blindness terrified her,
it also gave her some hope. If he was concerned about her
not being able to identify him, maybe that meant that he did
NOT intend to kill her!
Next he took hold of the covers and peeled them away. The
woman stiffened but dared not move or make a sound as he
surveyed her shapely body clad only in a short nightie and
skimpy panties, her bare legs quivering with fear.
“P-please!” she whispered through dry lips. “Please don
----!”
SMACK! He slapped her across the mouth. Her head whipped
aside, she tasted her own blood, and lay there in shock and
surprise. No one had ever slapped her face before. It
humiliated her as much as it caused her pain. She wanted to
reach up and touch her throbbing mouth but the knife at her
throat caused her to remain still.
“I told you to keep quiet,” he reminded her sternly.
She made no more sound.
Reaching down, he slowly pulled up the nightie until it was
gathered beneath her armpits and her breasts were exposed.
She was lying there completely exposed in front of this
stranger. She could feel his obscene gaze traveling up and
down her torso, powerless to do anything about it. Next he
slid the panties down to her knees, ordered her to raise
them, then removed the tiny garment completely and,
commanding her to keep the knees up, he told her to part her
legs. Now sobbing and clawing at the sheet with her hands,
she obeyed. She knew she was about to be raped and that
there was nothing she could do about it. She had never felt
so helpless in her entire life and the fact that it was
going to happen in her own home, in her own bed, made it all
that more terrible.
“I’m going to take away the knife,” he told her. “But I
still have it, so lie still and behave yourself. Do you
understand that?”
She nodded.
WHAP! He slapped her again and growled, “Show some respect!
Answer aloud!”
“Y-yes!” she murmured. “I understand.”
She was confused. A moment ago he had slapped her for
speaking. Now he slapped her again for not speaking. What
did this monster want? Didn’t he realize she would comply
with any demand? She just needed to know what they were.
“Here are the rules,” he told her as if he had read her
thoughts. “If I ask you a question or tell you to say
something, you comply. Otherwise you don’t make a peep. Is
that clear?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
“Of course, I know you really can’t help it,” he went on.
She could hear him begin to undress. “Being born female
you’ve been hopelessly stupid since birth. Aren’t you
ashamed of that? I think you ought to apologize for being so
fucking stupid, don’t you?”
God! Surely he really couldn’t expect her to do that! She
was a teacher, a college graduate, an intelligent woman!
“I ASKED you a question!” he reminded her sternly when she
remained silent.
“I- I’m s-sorry I’m so --- so ---- st-stupid,” she finally
managed to choke out, realizing that she had no option but
to obey. She felt humiliated but it was about to get worse!
“You should also be sorry you were born female,” he went on.
“If you had been born with a cock and balls instead of a
slit between your legs you might be worth something but, as
it is, being a cunt, you are nothing but a collection of
fuck holes for men to stick their cocks in. Let’s hear you
also apologize for being born a cunt.”
“I-I’m sorry I w-was born female,” she complied.
SMACK! Another slap. Why had he hit her again? She had
repeated his insulting comment.
Well, not exactly.
“That’s NOT what I told you to say!” he berated her. “Say
EXACTLY what I told you!”
“I-I’m s-sorry I was b-b-born a c-c-c-c-cunt!” she obliged
nearly gagging on the words.
Though she couldn’t see she could sense his delight at her
shame and humiliation.
Lying there with her knees up and her legs spread at his
command, she expected to him to mount and enter her
momentarily. Instead, however, he reached down, took hold of
one of her nipples, began pulling upward, and told her, “On
your feet.”
She complied, getting up.
“Raise your arms,” he commanded. She obeyed and he lifted
her nightie up and off her, tossing it on the floor. Then he
took hold of the breast again telling her, “Come on. Give me
a little tour.”
With that, still holding onto the breast, he led her out of
the bedroom. Being led around by the breast added to her
humiliation. She suspected that this man had had a lot of
experience in the degradation of women!
“I am really disappointed in you!” he scolded her as he led
her throughout the house. “Look at this pig sty! Clothes not
washed, dishes in the sink. Doesn’t it ever occur to you
that unexpected guests like myself might drop in? What do
you have to say for yourself?”
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered once again. She couldn’t
believe she was actually apologizing to her rapist for not
having her home neat enough to please him! Was there no end
to the shame to which this monster would subject her?
“Where do you keep your liquor?” he asked her.
“I d-don’t have any,” she told him.
He pinched her nipple. She whimpered as pain shot throughout
her entire upper torso.
“God, but you are one shitty hostess!” he yelled. “You don’t
even keep any hooch around for your guests? I might just as
well cut your worthless throat and drop in on some other
dumb cunt, one who can offer me a drink!”
“P-please!” she begged as new terror filled her heart.
“Please don’t kill me!”
“What are you willing to do to make up for pissing me off?”
he asked.
“Anything!” she professed.
“How good are you at sucking cock?” he asked.
“I’ll be good for you,” she replied. “I PROMISE I will!”
“Down on your knees,” he commanded. “And let’s see.”
Obediently, she sank to her knees. He placed the blade of
the knife against her left cheek just below her ear and she
shuddered in fear.
“Tell you what I’m going to do,” he told her. “I probably
won’t kill you if you do badly at this after all. I still
want to fuck you and I’m not into necrophilia. However, you
don’t need both ears to be fucked. If this blowjob isn’t the
best I’ve ever had, I’ll slice off an ear. Do we understand
each other?”
“Y-yes,” she murmured as she started to cry.
“No tears!” he shouted. “Dry it up NOW!”
Obediently, she choked back her sobs.
“Open up,” he commanded. “And I expect you to swallow every
drop.”
She complied and he shoved his hard cock in all the way to
the back of her throat. Not wanting her ear severed, she did
everything she could think of to make the blowjob pleasing
to him. She licked and sucked his organ as if it was that of
someone with whom she was passionately in love. She thought
of reaching up and stroking and fondling his testicles as
she sucked but hesitated for a moment not certain whether or
not she would be punished for it. Finally, however, she did
it. He rubbed the knife blade against her cheek just to
remind her what was at stake ------ as if she needed any
reminder! A little shiver of terror passed through her.
Finally he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face
tightly against his groin as he shot his load. She had
always hated the taste of cum and on the occasions in which
she had sucked the cocks of lovers, she still had refused to
swallow or let them cum while still in her mouth. There was
no refusing this man, though, and when he began ejecting his
male fluid she dutifully swallowed each glob which was
pumped into her mouth and down her throat. When he finished
and withdrew he wiped the last drop off onto her cheek. She
was afraid to wipe it off. Just then the knife was placed,
once again, against the base of her ear. She whimpered. Her
heart stopped. She hardly dared to breath. Finally he
removed the weapon and told her, “You get to keep your ear
----- for now.”
“Thank you,” she replied in a small, humble voice, this time
not having to be commanded to express gratitude.
He put her on her feet and took her into the living room,
stood her in front of the couch, and sat down upon it.
“You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she lied, anticipating what he wanted to hear. She
knew she had to do and say anything he wished if she was to
survive this ordeal intact.
“Of course you did,” he went on. “All bitches like sucking
cock when they are MADE to do it. It’s in your female genes.
It turns you on a lot more when a man treats you like you
were meant to be treated, FORCING you to do what he wants
rather than asking and begging. Bet you can’t wait to be
fucked by me, can you?”
God, what sexist bullshit, she thought to herself! Did he
actually think being dominated, shamed, and terrified turned
her on?
But all she said was, “No.”
“Open up your pussy for me,” he commanded.
She blushed. He was ordering her to exhibit herself like
some sort of newly purchased cow! She complied, though. She
reached down and used her fingers to open up her lower lips.
“It doesn’t look very wet to me,” he remarked. “I don’t like
fucking dry cunts. Get it ready for me while I get myself
hard again.
It just kept getting worse! He was actually demanding that
she lubricate herself for him ---- as if it was something
she owed him! As always, though, she obeyed. Putting a
finger inside herself she started stroking herself in front
of him and she was desperately thinking of every erotic
thought she could conjure up, not believing that she was
actually standing there naked in her own living room
preparing herself for her own rape on the command of the man
who would perform that rape! In a way, she was grateful for
the tape over her eyes. She could only imagine the look of
sadistic pleasure on his face as he witnessed her
embarrassment.
Finally, he stood up and, without warning, pulled her hand
away and shoved two of his own fingers inside her then began
probing and exploring. She winced in pain then turned her
head away in shame!
“Not bad,” he observed. “But I still like the cunts I stick
my cock into to be a bit wetter. Guess I’ll have to grease
you up some.”
Grease her up? God, what did he have in mind for her?
Removing the fingers, he grabbed her tit again and began
walking her again. She couldn’t see but knew her home well
enough to know he was taking her into the kitchen. She heard
the refrigerator door being opened, then he remarked, “This
should do.” She wondered to what he was referring as he
walked her over to the kitchen table and put her on it on
her back, her legs dangling over the side. “Spread your
legs,” he commanded. She did as she had been told and, to
her shock and surprise, felt something being inserted into
her cunt then something cold was squeezed into her most
feminine area. From the smell she know it was mustard. He
was filling her vagina with mustard! Then he shoved his cock
inside and began pounding, the mustard gushing out from
around his cock each time he thrust forward!
He pounded her mercilessly, battering her pelvic area. With
each thrust, her small body shook and bounced. She had to
bite down on her lower lip in order to keep from crying out
in pain. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire! He also mauled
her breasts something awful, squeezing, pinching, twisting,
and biting. It was like nothing she had ever experienced!
There was pain and fear and humiliation! -------- And she
had mustard oozing out of her cunt! When finally he shot his
load into her and withdrew, he grabbed her by the hair and
yanked her to her feet.
“Look at the mess you’ve made!” he shouted at her indicating
the mustard, cum, and blood on his cock and the floor. “Get
down and lick it all up!”
Obediently she dropped to her knees and, when he shoved his
groin into her face she used her tongue to clean his organ.
She nearly gagged at the mixed tastes of cum, blood, pussy
juices, and mustard but she completed her task. Then, still
gripping her by a fistful of hair, he moved her face from
place to place as she licked up globs from the floor. She
couldn’t see. He would just put her face to the floor and
she would start licking. When that glob was licked up, he
would move her to another. She felt degraded, sub human!
Suddenly he kicked her hard in the posterior. Why? What had
she done? Too terrified to cry out, she whimpered.
When she had swallowed the last of the mess, he made her
stand once again and declared that it was time for bed.
Bed? He was going to stay there through the night!
He led her back into the bedroom. Her wrists were tied
behind her back with a scarf. Another was tied around her
neck and she was secured to the bed with the opposite end.
“Wouldn’t want you to try slipping out or taking the tape
off your eyes while I sleep,” he told her. He then spent the
night with her. Three times during the night he woke up with
a hard on and fucked her. Each time, he gave her no warning
and said not a word to her. He just rolled over on top of
her and did her. Once he had gotten his rocks off and was
done with her, he just turned over and went back to sleep.
She lay there in misery, unable to sleep, her body racked
with pain, wondering when he would decide to roll over and
rape her yet again, taking her as if she were just a
mindless slab of meat.
He slept well, though, as she could tell from his snoring,
secure in the knowledge that his victim was tethered at his
side, available for use whenever he might wake up and feel
like partaking of her! The following morning, upon waking,
he got up, untied his prisoner, checked the tape over her
eyes to make sure it was still secure, then hauled her to
her feet and led her by the tit again into the bathroom.
“I have to pee,” he told her. “Hold my cock.”
Then he placed it into her hand. She tried to do her best
but, since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t aim correctly and
some of his urine splashed onto the floor and toilet seat.
“You fucking clumsy whore!” he bellowed as he slapped her
yet again. “You can’t even hit a toilet!”
“I-I’m sorry!” she apologized. How pathetic she sounded,
apologizing for splashing his pee on her toilet seat.
What he did next, however, thrust her down into new depths
of debasement. He ordered her to her knees, shoved her face
down into the splashes of pee, and commanded her to lick
them up and swallow them! She silently told herself to
refuse, to let him hurt, even kill her, to retain some
measure of dignity! Hating herself for her cowardice,
however, she dutifully licked up his foul tasting urine.
“Please,” she begged feeling the pressure in her own bladder
and not wanting to give him another excuse to punish her by
having an accident later. “May I go?”
“Do it quick,” he told her.
She started to sit on the toilet but he made her do it in
the tub standing up. Was there no end to the humiliation he
would heap upon her, she thought as her warm pee gushed down
the insides of her legs and onto the bottom of the tub? When
she was finished he made her get down on her hands and knees
and lick it up and didn’t permit her to wipe, leaving her
bottom and legs wet. She knew she would never feel clean
again!
He fixed himself breakfast from the things she had in her
frig, giving her nothing. She didn’t care, though. She was
far too terrified and ashamed to be hungry. She WAS thirsty,
however, and realizing that dehydration would only add to
her agony. Therefore, as much as she hated asking him for
anything, she asked if she could please have some water. He
let her ------- after she begged! She suspected he would
think of some way to make it another exercise in humiliation
and she was right. He poured it in a bowl and put it on the
floor making her lap it up using her mouth like a dog, a
BITCH! After that, he bent her over the kitchen table face
down. She knew what he was planning to do and tried to relax
her anus as much as possible. He used no lubrication t and
plowed into her dry. The pain was UNBELIEVABLE! She felt as
if she were being ripped apart! In spite of herself, she
shrieked in agony (for which he beat her ass until it was
red as a beet!). When he was done he took something from his
pocket and pressed it against her cheek.
“Feel that, bitch?” he asked. “That’s a badge. I’m a cop.
You report this I’ll know about it. Hell, you might get
really unlucky and I might be the one you report it to! Do
that and you’ve just committed suicide. You understand
that?”
“I won’t tell anyone!” she declared. “I swear to God I
won’t!” Even without his threats she would be much too
embarrassed to ever relate to anyone the things he had done
to her and forced her to do!
“Good girl,” he replied. Then he took her over to the
window, made her get down on her knees so that her head was
below the sill, and ordered her to place the palms of both
hands on the glass.
“I’m leaving now,” he told her. “If I look back and don’t
see those hands there or I see your head peeking out trying
to get a look at me, I’ll come back here and kill you. Do
you understand that?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I won’t move. I promise.”
The woman remained there at the window until she was certain
he was really gone. Then she took the tape from her eyes,
curled up into a terrified ball on the floor, and sobbed for
hours. Shortly there after she quit her job, sold her house,
and moved to another state. She never told anyone about the
rape, however. She believed his threat to kill her and, even
in her new location, was never completely certain he
couldn’t track her down and terminate her life. For the rest
of her days she lived in fear and her dreams were haunted by
that one terrible night!
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