5 comments/ 21225 views/ 20 favorites Phone Ch. 01 By: GildedSilver **This story is about rape. If you do not like rape fantasy stories then please do not read it. This author does not condone rape.** **This fantasy came out of a little drama in my own life when I accidentally lost my cell phone. The 'what ifs' kept playing through my head as I searched for it.** ***** Rose banged her fist on the steering wheel in complete frustration. Her parents were going to be so angry. She'd lost the phone they'd bought her for Christmas. A $500 phone she knew they normally couldn't afford but wanted to make sure she had access to good technology for her college classes. They'd invested so much in her, along with paying for college and a new computer at the start of this semester. Rose was 21 and a senior in college. She was finishing up a degree in teaching. Next on the list was her master's. Her dad was a pastor at a well-financed church that had a Christian school attached. He took no raises and poured money into the church to serve the people. Well-loved and well-recognized for his charity in the community, people supported him. The worst part of the situation was that she'd been a very naughty girl. At least, in comparison to the purity codes the church, and her father, preached. She was still a virgin, which was a plus, but she and her boyfriend got a little frisky together a couple of nights. He'd used her cell phone to video her sucking his cock. It was the first time she'd ever even looked at a man's cock. And, she'd loved it. The satiny skin with the feel of steal underneath was wonderful to touch. Driving Craig crazy had been so much fun. He'd enjoyed taking the video and countless pictures. He'd even captured her telling him how much she loved having Craig in her mouth. Everybody sinned once in a while, right? Craig had promised they'd wait for marriage before any more fooling around like that. She believed him. He was a man of his word, after all. But if her phone wasn't found in a safe spot, those pictures and that video could create a huge scandal for the church. Rose knew her parents wouldn't pay for any more college and would demand she pay them back. Additionally, there was no way she'd get a teaching position at the church school; or anywhere else in the city for that matter. As much as people loved her father, he'd also made his fair share of enemies. They didn't like his conservative stance. He'd received his fair share of hate mail and threats. She had to find that phone! Rose drove for hours revisiting every place she'd been that day. Two hours of shopping at the mall meant so much territory to cover. She'd had lunch with a friend across town. There was the gas she bought at that dingy little station, and the afternoon classes she'd taken. It was nowhere. Despair crushed her. If only she'd password protected it when she first got it, then everything would be fine. Some kind, random stranger could drop it off at the carrier's store and she could find it there, as was her last stop. But, they didn't have it. It was hard to stop the panic setting in. She kept telling herself that it was probably under some large, unmovable object where no one would find it. Rose was supposed to be studying for a test tomorrow. Thank God she didn't live with her parents and have to answer for her whereabouts. The person assisting her at the store was able to help her locate the phone. Because she had set up her email account on the phone, she was able to use it to ping the phone. The problem was she didn't recognize the area. She swallowed hard, got in the car and drove. It was a bad area of town and the location was a shady motel. There was no way Rose was stepping foot in there for her cell phone. Instead, she went back a few miles to the Walmart she'd passed. At least she could get a pre-paid phone and call her phone to find out who had it. Maybe they'd give it back. Nervously, Rose punched in her number and waited for the ring tone. Four rings and then voicemail. Frustration and nerves were messing with her stomach. One more time. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello, my beautiful Rose." A man's gravelly voice made Rose jump. "Um, may I please have my cell phone back?" Rose tried to keep the tears out of her voice. "Hmmm, certainly. You'll need it to get in touch with me, after all." Rose sat in stunned silence for a moment. What did that mean? He'd obviously looked through her phone to find her name. But, how could he think she'd want to get in contact with him again? All she wanted was her cell phone back. "Come back to the motel and we'll talk. Room 115." Then he hung up. He knew she'd been there? This was bad. So bad. She knew she shouldn't. Maybe she should call Craig. He knew about the pictures, after all. Rose picked up the pre-paid phone and realized one huge problem, she didn't know his number. It was on her real phone in the hands of a stranger. Rose wanted to change course. Just abandon going to the hotel. Let him do what he wanted. But maybe, he was all talk and no game. Maybe he just got a thrill out of scaring people. She'd be firm, tough, walk in, get the cell phone, and leave. -- Don't go in the room. Don't go in, Rose chanted as she hesitantly knocked on the door. It opened at the first knock. Rose's first impression of the man was black. Not because she saw skin color, but because he was dressed head to toe in black and was bare foot. He also had a black ski mask covering his face. Before she knew what was happening he'd pulled her inside, closed the door and locked it. Rose felt like a trembling rabbit about to be devoured by a predator. The first thing she saw in the room was a computer. Her face bobbed up and down Craig's cock on the screen. Their moans and the sound of her wet mouth filled the room and Rose with shame. Horror crept in as she realized the video was no longer on her cell phone. She jumped as the big man in black pressed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Good technique, fuck toy, but you need more practice." Rose gasped and tried to move away but he moved with her. One hand gripped both of her wrists, the other latched on to her breast. "Don't," Rose squealed as he squeezed the air out of her lungs. "Please, give me my cell phone and I'll leave. Please!" "I like the sound of you begging, but no. Not stopping. Stand with me and watch your lovely video." "I'll scream," Rose tried to put authority in her voice. How she wished she'd taken self-defense classes, or even simply protected her phone. She started to shake as he held her captive in his arms. "You'll die," he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek. Rose believed him. It was in his voice. So she watched as the video changed to the pictures Craig had taken. So many of her doing that damnable blow job he'd talked her into. "Put your hands down at your side and let me touch you when and how I will." "Please leave me alone. Plenty of people have done, done, worse than that," she pleaded again. "You are not plenty of people and the video isn't done. You'll want to see the end. It's very educational." He let go of her wrists and yanked her head back by her hair. "Put your arms at your sides." Rose started to cry as she obeyed. The screen changed again. Rose cringed as he narrated in the video. "You belong to me now. If you want these dirty little pictures and videos to remain a secret you will do as you are told." The screen changed to a website with her cock-filled mouth flashing all over it. "You'll notice I'm ready upload your video and pictures to the internet at any sign of disobedience. All it takes is one key stroke and you're church will be rocked with the scandal of their loving pastor's daughter being such a slut." Rose jumped as his hands settled at her jean clad mound and began rubbing. His fingers tapped and teased at a place no man had ever touched before, not even Craig and barely herself. A little light exploration in the shower and that was it. "As you noticed, a video camera has been running since you came willingly to this room. Soon another man will come in and record your first fucking, the taking of your precious virginity." "No!" Rose panicked as he unzipped her jeans. He slapped her ass hard as she tried to wiggle out of his embrace. "Don't move, fuck toy. Obedience... remember?" His voice sounded from the computer again as his hand slipped in the jeans and under her panties. "I have no problem exposing you to anyone I want. I have no problem hurting your family if you don't cooperate. What would preacher Daddy think, who loves his pure little virgin? Or Mommy, who taught you to be so good? There's little Aaron who just started 8th grade to consider. And, pretty Chelsea, a beautiful 17 year old, legal in two more weeks. Maybe she can come work for me." Rose hung her head and cried as the man ran his fingers lightly along her folds. One finger pressed in for more. She shuddered as he ground his hard cock against her ass and his finger slide inside her pussy. "You will know me as Sir. You will be given an itinerary of all your extracurricular activities. Disobedience will be dealt with harshly." The video cut off as Sir pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Rose watched that violating hand come up beside her ear, his forearm across her chest, his mouth licking and sucking what little juice there was. She was too afraid to be easily aroused. "Why?" she whimpered in distress. His arm tightened across her chest and he slapped her ass hard again. "Ask me properly this time." "Why, Sir?" Rose cried as her ass throbbed. "Because you're beautiful and I wanted another fuck toy. I like them to be well placed members of society with something to hide. Now get undressed." Rose nodded and slowly pulled the hem of her shirt up. Chelsea would never survive in the hands of this mad man. She whimpered as his hand snaked back under her panties and played with her more private part. "Take it off and then the bra." Rose thought she was going to hyperventilate as he rolled his finger over her labia, moving slightly into her pussy and over her clit. She didn't want to like it. Didn't want to feel. The shirt was on the floor and with shaking hands she lost the bra. It was so lewd to see her naked breasts heaving up and down as his arms wrapped around her waist. His hand was playing with her wet pussy. "I don't want this," Rose whined and clenched her hands to keep from hitting him. "No more talking except to say 'Yes please, Sir.' Or, 'Fuck me harder, Sir.' It's time, Malcolm," he called loudly. The man she'd been warned about unlocked, entered and locked the door again. Rose wanted to scream in terror at erection she saw tenting his pants. He took the camera off the stand and moved closer to film the details. He had a mask on, too. "His name isn't Malcolm by the way. But it is for tonight." His hand moved insistently in Rose's pussy and she was beginning to feel wetter. "Push you pants down to your feet and step out of them. Leave your fuck me heals on." It was awkward, not just the video but he, 'Sir', didn't let go, or take his hand away from her crotch. The man with the camera gasped as she straightened up. "She is gorgeous, Sir." Rose trembled violently as Sir cupped her breast and flicked the nipple. "May I touch her, Sir?" So much lust in his voice. "After I'm done with her. Then I'll allow you a little play time if you deserve a reward." He changed his attention back to Rose, "You want me right now, don't you, little pussy?" "Uh, oh," Rose gasped as he speared her particularly hard with his finger. "Yes, Sir." She knew if anyone saw this video, they'd only see the part where she looked willing. Sir suddenly moved hard behind her, driving her toward the bed. Her hands flew out to brace herself when she almost fell face first on it. "I don't," Rose clamped her lips together before she said anything to get her family in trouble. "... want to fuck doggy style the first time?" Sir asked with a threat in his voice. "Yes, Sir," Rose squeaked as he pushed his crotch against her open, exposed pussy. "Mmm, good girl. How do you want me to fuck your virginity out of you?" Rose almost blurted out "please don't" but knew that was futile. She buried her head in her hands. "However you want to, Sir," she was barely able to whisper the words. "You will be the perfect fuck toy." Sir ran his hands over her ass cheeks. "This position is perfect." A zipper came undone and pants hit the floor. The footsteps of "Malcolm" moved towards her. A real man would help her get away. The blunt head of Sir's cock pushed against her core, threatening her virginity. Something she'd been saving for her husband. "Please, Sir, I," Rose cried out as he pressed in a bit. It hurt so bad! "Please, Sir, I? What?" He pumped against her hole, not quite entering. "Oh, oh, I want you to, take me." Rose gripped the comforter as he laughed in approval. "Use the naughty word, little soon to be ex-virgin." His penis hurt, it was too big. She squirmed to get away but his hands on her hips anchored Rose in place. "I want you to fuck me." She didn't, she didn't, she didn't. Rose screamed as he pushed hard into her and broke through her hymen. She heard him groan and swear as she took her first cock. He was so big she felt like he'd ripped her apart. The scream gave way to a wail as he pulled back a bit and used his hands on her hips to pull her onto him harder. Rose stomped her feet as her body screamed in pain at her impalement. His penis in her private place and his thighs pressing against her kept her from moving away. "Fuck, she's tight. Need to go slow," Sir panted. "Want our little fuck toy to love sex. Crave cock." "Sir, it hurts, take it out." Rose yelled because she couldn't take anymore. She tried to move again but was trapped. He ran a hand up and down her back as he stood there, setting her pussy on fire. "Shh, I'm going to move now. You've adjusted, haven't you?" Rose shifted again. It still hurt but he was in charge. Asking was just a show for the camera. But he was feeling different, buried deep inside her. She shifted again and whimpered at the sensation. She'd always imagined playing the submissive wife and shyly spreading her thighs to allow her husband in. She never imagined being bent over a disgusting motel room bed and having some stranger ram into her. But Rose couldn't deny he felt a little better the longer he stayed lodged in her womanly place. "That's a good, pussy. Move against me. Try that again." Sir's hand patted her in an odd sort of comfort in the midst of rape. Rose shook her head no, not ready to give into the change in her body. She wasn't going to help him rape her. "Don't worry, pussy. I'll show you how it's done. Shy little virgin wants to be fucked hard, don't you?" Rose squealed as Sir pulled back. "Yes, Sir," please don't hurt me anymore. "Malcolm, get a shot of the blood on my thighs. Pussy is well on the way to becoming a whore." Rose groaned and wished the earth would open up and swallow her. Sir had started moving at a leisurely pace, thrusting in and out. Her nerves were on fire. It was starting to feel good, the pain had eased to a background noise. Sir reached around and played with her clit. The sensation made her groan. Sometimes he'd press her clit against his cock. The friction sent tingles through her pussy. The fear and his now energetic movements made Rose weak. She didn't want to stand up anymore. Just as she determined to wait him out her legs buckled with a particularly sharp thrust. Sir caught her before she slipped to the floor and lifted her onto the bed. Rose found herself looking up as Sir as he scooted her closer to the middle of the bed. She tightly clamped her legs together in the hope that he was done. He firmly pried her knees apart and settled on top of her. His weight pressed Rose's long slim body into the bed. It almost felt like they were alone and he was blanketing her from the world, until Malcolm walked into her line of sight, camera in hand. "Kiss me, pussy." Rose jerked her eyes back to Sir. She opened her mouth to protest and got a mouthful of his tongue instead. She tried to ignore him but yelped when he pulled her hair. The warning look in his eyes scared the hell out of her. "I, I like your kisses, Sir," Rose licked her lips nervously and started to look at the camera bearing Malcolm. Sir dipped his head back down and kissed her again. Any other time, Rose might have been delighted. The man knew what he was doing. The light suction of his lips and the teasing of his tongue grabbed Rose's attention. She could even feel the desire to respond growing. Sir shifted again and moved his hand down to guide his cock into her aching sheath. Tears sprang to Rose's eyes at the pressure and she raised her hands to push at Sir's shoulders. The look of anger had Rose feeling weaker and so far from protection. She changed one hand to run through his hair as if they were lovers. Sir grunted and buried his cock again. Rose closed her eyes as the pain of his re-entry curled her toes. Sir didn't care as he set up a firm, steady drive into her pussy. Even though he'd been out for only a few moments, it felt like the first thrust all over again. Rose hiked her legs up to try and ease the pressure of his pounding. It worked on one level but gave him deeper access. "Please go slower, Sir. Please, it hurts," she begged for mercy. "Relax, pussy. Look at me. See how much I want you, how I'm taking you. Stop thinking, just feel." Rose blinked at him and cringed at the black mask moving back and forth on top of her. His body kept her spread and open to his fucking. Malcolm came back into view and Rose clenched in surprise and a bit of arousal to see he had his hand down his pants and was jerking off as he filmed her rape. Rose was so confused as that hint of arousal suddenly turned into a small fire of pleasure in her loins. Sir was rutting hard and she was widening her knees and lifting her hips. Grunts and groans were filling the room from both of them. "That's my pussy. Good girl. Rise up to meet my cock. Like that, don't you?" The intensity in Sir's eyes was almost like a physical touch. "Yes, Sir." Rose grabbed a handful of Sir's shirt hem as he got on his knees, lifted her hips up and began to pile drive her. His hard masculine grunts were such a turn on. The friction of his cock sent tingles through Rose's body. She'd never cum before and wondered if this is what it felt like. "You're going to cum for me," Sir demanded. Rose panted in an effort to keep up with him. She felt out of control and in need for a reward, something to focus on. "I don't, I don't know how, Sir," Rose moaned as pressure built in her loins. The world exploded as Sir pushed down on her clit. The now ex-virgin shook and jerked in the cage of Sir's arms. He didn't stop moving. "Feel, pussy. Be a good fuck toy and feel. You're going to cum again. Play with your tits and join me in orgasm." The bewildered Rose obeyed the man who had taken her, was raping her and now owned her. She wanted to cum and worked to grind up against his ravaging cock. Her rapist was going to make her cum again. Sir touched her sensitive clit again and leaned down to take Rose's mouth in a kiss that mimicked his fierce fucking. Rose cried out into his mouth and came all over him again. She felt him explode in her pussy. That wetness filled her up as he roared and collapsed on top of her. Caught up in the moment, Rose wrapped her arms around him and savored the feel of a man's weight resting on top of her. The experience of two orgasms made Rose forget how she got there in the first place. Phone Ch. 01 But Sir wasn't going to let her forget for long. With a grunt, he got up and off the bed. "Don't move, pussy." "Wha..." Rose bit back a sob as Sir took the camera from Malcolm. "The cunt is yours to use. You've earned it." Sir patted Malcolm fondly on the butt. Malcolm didn't waste time taking his shoes and pants off. He just pulled the pants down enough to free his cock and got into position between Rose's freshly fucked thighs. He played with her breasts for a moment then shoved a pillow under her hips. "Sir?" Rose asked in a daze. Not again! Rose raised her hand to Malcolm's chest and tried to close her legs but his body stopped her. The muscles under her hands held firm against her pathetic effort. It probably looked like she was welcoming him in. Sir growled low and glared at her. "Pl, please f, fuck me, Malcolm." Shame ran though her hot and hard. "Take his dick and guide him into your cunt, pussy." Rose turned her head away. She didn't want to see what she was doing. She was doing this for her family. Malcolm moved with her guiding hand, stretching her more than Sir had. Rose shifted in discomfort as the second hard cock started an intense fuck. Her tits were getting sore from bouncing around so much. Her poor batted pussy couldn't decide if it was happy or mad at getting more cock. "Sir, may I come?" Malcolm begged. "Come now, boy," Sir ordered. Malcolm flew into a frenzy. It hurt so bad, his girth was just too much for the recent virgin. Rose cried as she felt Malcolm poor himself into her. She wasn't on the pill. Good girls didn't need the pill. Rose could only pray all that sperm wouldn't take root. "She's a good fuck, isn't she?" Sir leaned in and kissed Malcolm deeply as he lay on Rose and softened in her. She'd never seen men kiss before and couldn't tear her eyes away. Even with the ski mask on they made the act so erotic. Tongues touched and licked, lips melded together. Maybe the eroticism was from cumming earlier but Rose didn't want them to stop. She started to shake as the adrenaline left her system and reality slowly re-gained its place. She was just raped twice by two different men, one of whose penis was still in her and they were kissing, which was against God. She wasn't even sure if Sir was done with her. Malcolm pulled away from Sir, "I think pussy needs you." Then he went to the bathroom. "Sit up, girl, and listen." He nodded as she obeyed. She didn't bother to cover up. What did it matter now? "Here's the morning after pill. I'm not ready to breed you yet so that means you need birth control." Malcolm returned with a glass of water. Rose took it and downed the pill. Whether she would have done that before tonight was a moot point, she couldn't get pregnant by these bastards. "You're not done with me are you, Sir?" she asked in dread. "No, not by a long shot. You are my whore now. I have clients you will service once a week and will be paid for your service. Every encounter will be recorded as ammunition to keep you in your place." Rose went pale at the enormity of his words. Did she have no hope? "You will continue in school, church, work and dating your boyfriend. You're not allowed to break up with him. So, you need to figure out how to keep him happy but not until I say so. And you will be servicing me whenever I want." Sir got up and returned with a piece of paper. "Here is your itinerary next week. Follow it. I'll know if you don't. I run an escort service so you need to be we'll educated to talk to the clients on any issue. I've added books to read at the bottom. I'll be quizzing you. You'll also notice an appointment with a gynecologist of my choice. He is looking forward to meeting you. You pay that bill. And, pussy?" Sir made sure he had her attention, "He doesn't take cash or insurance money." He took her phone out of his pocket and dropped it on the bed along with a role of cash. "You'll answer my calls every time. Understood?" Sir smiled at her tearful nod. "You're a good lay, pussy. You'll go far in this business." Malcolm held the door open for Sir as they walked out. Sir turned back to her for a moment. "Don't forget the gyno and that you have a client next Friday. I expect an excellent report. This room is yours for another hour than you pay the bill. He won't take your money either." Rose fought the urge to curl up and cry as they left. She could shower at home and let it all out. Then, she'd plan. She'd figure out a way out of this mess. She was no whore and by God, he wasn't going to make her into one.