2 comments/ 43359 views/ 3 favorites Ravishment By: sex_loving_slave Night time fell, and I'd been watching the college girl. She was 20 years old, buoyant breasts, slender waist, round hips, firm ass, and strong legs, she was perfect. She'd walked from the campus this afternoon, leaving a little late. A sport perhaps? I smiled to myself as i realized that I would soon find out. She wore nothing overly dramatic: a black and white V-cut collared shirt, a long, black flowing skirt, and low heels, nothing that would make her trip easily. She had darted down the road, seemingly late for something. I followed her to her home. She entered through the back door. I walked up to the yard, hiding in the bushes. I'd peeked at her through the window. Her back was to me as she pulled down her long, bluish-black hair, combing it to her waist. How I'd like to run my hands through it. About an hour later, she fell to her bed, bouncing a few times. I stayed to watch her sleep. Eventually her chest started to fall at a slower pace, her hand fell open, her head to the side. I reached to the window she'd forgotten to lock, slid it open, and pulled myself inside. I stood over her, controlling my breathing, making it slow so that it wouldn't disturb her. I pulled a chemical-soaked cloth from my pocket and pressed it over her nose and mouth. She breathed in, and woke suddenly, but fell unconscious before she could figure out why. I picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder, and carried her through the window, leaving no traces that I was ever there. I took her to my car, a block away, drove her to my home on a deserted street, and carried her into my room. I undress her quickly, biding my time before she woke. I pulled her shoes off, tossing them into my closet, her shirt and skirt I tossed into my hamper. I did not touch her more than necessary. What was the point, when only I'd remember? In the far corner of the room, there was nothing in reach if you were to sit there. I put the girl there and leaned her to the wall, pulling each arm upward and hooking it to the wall. It wasn't a long wait before I heard a scuffle, a gasp, and a scream. Sitting in the chair at my computer, I swiveled to catch the expression on her face. It was frozen with shock, anger, and fear. Her naked body shivered with the cool temperature, making her breasts shake seductively. I shrugged, making it slower than normal, making sure she got the message. Her eyes widened slightly, and I grinned, turning back to the computer. Eventually, she found her voice. "Where am I?" she asked. Her voice shook. "Where did you want to be? Home? Ha! school? No. You WANTED to be here." I looked into her eyes, no humor in mine, just a straight poker face, portraying no emotion. She was appropriately shaken. "Why would I want to be here? What are you going to do to me?" "Why would I tell you? that would just ruin all the fun." I stood up and moved toward her. She tried to kick, but i brushed her leg aside effortlessly. I leaned down and took her breasts in my hand, kneading them softly. She cringed and struggled, trying to be away from my violating touch. I stood up and left the room, turning the light off as I went. ------------------------------------------------- I returned 3 days later, a crop and jug of water in my hand. She was sleeping and shivering. I pulled the crop out and whacked it across her breasts, making her wake with a start. "What was that for!" she yelled. It was more of a demanding statement than a question. I whacked her again, this time an her cheek. She didn't burst out afterward. I tilted the jug to her lips, which were slightly chapped. She drank it slowly, glaring at me with anger in her eyes. When I pulled the water away, she said, "why are you keeping me here, if only to starve me?" "Oh are you hungry?" "Yes." she answered curtly. Then in a softer tone, that contained a hint of sadness, she asked, "Are you going to kill me?" I ignored her question. Would I? absolutely not. Would I harm her? Possibly. Would I rape her? Absolutely. Setting the jug down, I reached for her breasts again. She flinched, but did not struggle this time. I slid my fingers up her throat, tracing her lips with the tips and down her stomach. When i reached her hips, she tried to jerk away. I stood up, sliding the jug just out of the reach of her foot, and left the room. I came back 3 days later. She wasn't sleeping, but she was staring at the floor, a vacant look in her eyes. I walked up to her, and she looked up at me, no change in her expression except that she seemed to focus on my face. I reached for the jug and lifted it to her lips again. She drank it thankfully. I touched her again, starting with the breasts, going upward to her lips and then downward to her hips. She didn't flinch away. She just watched my fingers. I spread her legs apart, keeping a watch for any change in her face. There was none. She made no effort to help me move her legs, but no resistance. My fingers slid playfully over her hips, down her thighs to her knees, then back up her inner thigh. When I got to her pussy lips, I paused, looking at her face. Light was back in her eyes, but only because of fear, not defiance. I slowly spread her pussy lips and stroked her slowly. She whimpered. I slid a finger into her slowly, and was surprised to meet resistance. She was a Virgin! Her breathing was heavy now, almost gasps as her muscles clenches, pulling herself upward, away from my finger. "I'd be your first, wouldn't I?" "Please please, please, don't, please!" She gasped, tears now running down her face. "Dont hurt me!" I raised an eyebrow. Did she mean not hurt her by breaking her hymen and causing her pain, or hitting her because I didn't want to deal with a virgin? Possibly both. I unlocked her hands, and was surprised when she jumped at me, wrapping her arms around my neck in an embrace. I lifted her up and onto the bed, laying beside her. She didn't try to struggle or run. I did my run across her body several more times, hitting her sex spots on her hips ad her neck. She Whimpered several times, and I realized a minute later, it was because she felt herself becoming wet; she liked this treatment. I slid my fingers through her juices and brought them up over her clit. She gasped, and fresh tears ran down her face. "Whats your name?" I ask her. She whimpered. "Alice." She says. "Alice, My name to you, is Master." "Hello Master," She says, adoration clear in her voice. "Alice, have you ever seen the rabbit hole?" I laugh, enjoying teasing her name. "No Master..." She mutters, unclear of what I meant. I slowly circle her clit, then start to stroke it, short and even strokes. "Would you like me to show you the Rabbit hole, Alice?" Alice moans in response, her toes curling, back arching, and hips rotating into my fingers. I starts to move my finger faster, now only very short strokes. Her hips are bucking, and she lets out a loud moan before her muscles freeze up, about to cum. I stop touching her, and leave the room. Ravishment at Dusk Author's note: Many may find this story objectionable for all sorts of reasons. It has interracial themes, it's very politically incorrect and it includes some very non-consentual and rough action. If you don't want to read about two black guys forcing a white slut to beg to be fucked and suck them off outside on a sidewalk before the sun even goes down, I suggest you turn back. This story is a release for your dirtiest fantasies. **************************** "Let's fuck this bitch," said Jazz. "Yeah," agreed Jordan. The bitch was just some white slut that they had seen walking down Oswald Street in a tight short red skirt and a silvery halter top that put her tits on full display. She stood there, nameless and voiceless with fear in her eyes. She looked from one to the other, realizing quickly that there was no way to fight them off. They were tall and muscular and intimidating. "Please..." she started to say. "Shut the fuck up bitch," Jazz said. "When I want you to open your fuckin' mouth, I'll shove my cock in it, got it." She stood frozen in fear. "He said, got it, bitch," said Jazz. "You better answer when you're asked a fucking question." The young woman nodded her blond head silently. For this she got a slap across the face from Jazz. "I want to hear you say, yes sir." With tears in her green eyes and a red mark across her face, she managed to choke out, "Yes sir." "Now let's get this straight," said Jordan. "You are our whore. I don't give a fuck what your name is, because you don't have a name. Your name is whore, slut, bitch- whatever the fuck I choose to call you. Whatever the fuck we tell you to do- you better do it if you want to fuckin' live, you got it?" The blonde's eyes were welled up with tears. "Yes sir," she answered quickly to avoid being hit again. "Don't even bother trying to scream, we own the police around here and ain't nobody gonna help you. You scream, we'll cut you open. You got that slut?" "Yes sir," she gulped. "Now, what's your name?" "Ali-" Another hard slap across the face. "Bitch! I said what's your fucking name. Your fucking name is Bitch, you got it?" "Yes sir." "What's your fucking name?" Jordan asked again. The blonde looked down at the sidewalk. "My name is Bitch," she sobbed. "Yeah, that's right," said Jazz holding her chin and tipping her face upward. "Now look at me and tell me. Oh yeah, and call me Sir, bitch." The girls sobs broke out and she choked on them. Fat salty tears streamed out of her shining eyes and down her soft pink cheeks. Jazz put pressure on her jaw to let her know he was serious. "My name is Bitch, sir." The two big dark men laughed. "You got that shit straight. Get down on your knees." The bitch knelt down, her bare knees dug into the sidewalk. It was barely dusk and she couldn't believe that this street was completely deserted. It was almost as if this had been planned out. There were no pedestrians, no cars, not even a hooker or a drug dealer or a shop keeper. She was utterly alone, and at the mercy of these two men. What would happen if she didn't obey them was- well, it was to dangerous to even contemplate. Jazz laughed as he unzipped his pants, pulling out a long dark tool. "Open your mouth, slut," he commanded. She had often wondered what it would feel like to give a blowjob to a cock like this, dark long and chocolate. But Jazz gave her no chance to practice her technique, he just slammed the swollen organ into her mouth and began skull fucking her. He grabbed her hair and yanked while his buddy cheered him on. "Fuck that little white slut's mouth. Cram it in deep. I'm getting hard just watching you slam this whore's mouth." He pulled out his own weapon and started stroking it. "Ok, now slow down, buddy, let's give this slut a chance to show what she's made of. I bet she knows how to give a brother good head." Jazz slowed down. "All right whore, lick it. And I want to hear you moaning you fucking little slut, and tell me I'm the man." The bitch began licking the underside of his dark shaft, through her fear and past her salty tears she moaned as if in pleasure. Her voice said things she never expected to say, but she felt- she knew- that her survival depended on it. "Mmm, this cock is so good sir. Let me suck your big hard cock sir, just let me taste it. Your hard cock is making my pussy so hot and wet. You're a fucking God, sir. A fucking God. A worthless slut like me doesn't deserve to suck the cock of a God like you." She licked the head of his cock just as clear ooze ran out so she sucked it up as if it were sweet cream. She realized that her lips where beginning to get moist, and she was oddly enjoying the sensation of sliding her tongue over his hard black cock. Something about being ordered to lick him like this was so freeing, and she began to embrace her inner desires; her inner slut. The next thing she knew, she was lapping at his balls and telling him she was nothing but a worthless cocksucking whore. It was words that he told her to use, but she felt a jolt of recognition as they left her mouth. Jazz grabbed another fistful of hair and pulled her face up toward his, while she serviced his balls and the underside of his cock. "You're a fucking worthless bitch," he affirmed. "You'll crawl for me on your knees and suck me off till I blow my wad across your dirty little face. And you know you deserve it, to you nasty whore. Cuz you're just a bitch without a name. Sent to this street to serve your masters, and that's me and my buddy here who's about to fuck your worthless little snatch." She moaned again, partly turned on, partly terrified. Her eyes still watered, though whether it was from effort or fear was hard to discern. She certainly was working hard on that blow job. Jazz let her suck him into her mouth, filled her throat completely and then pushed himself deep in, causing her to choke. Then he gave her a break while he watched her cheeks sink in to suck him off, and then he slid back to far again while squeezing her hair. He liked to see her choke on his tool. He liked to see a helpless bitch with tears in her eyes, choke on a cock shoved too deep into her lungs. Jordan took off his shirt and put it underneath his knees as he crouched behind her. He reached under her with his hand to rub her quivering pussy and was pleasantly surprised to see how wet she was. "I can smell your pussy, slut," he hissed at her. "I can feel your wet juices dripping down my hand. Tell me how much you like sucking that black cock slut." "Yes sir," the blonde nameless bitch panted. "I love having a hard black dick slide down my throat. I admit it, I'm a filthy whore." "You bet your ass bitch," said Jordan as he slid his aching cock into her wet juicy box. "This bitch is wet," he told his friend. "I think she's liking this shit." He squeezed her tits while he slammed her from behind. "Maybe we're being too nice," laughed Jazz. "I'd like to see some fresh tears on this bitches face." Then her grabbed the back of her head and shoved himself in deep, only this time he held it to the back of her throat until she was struggling to get free. "Not so easy bitch, your worthless mouth is mine." Tears steamed from her eyes as she silently begged to be released. Satisfied that he had hurt her enough, he eased out. Jordan did his job, slamming into her womb so deep and hard that she cried out in pain. Jazz only laughed at her discomfort. "Beg me to do that again," he ordered. She was quaking with fear and she shook her head no. Jazz was livid and he slapped her twice and yanked her hair. "Beg me to choke you on my cock bitch. Beg for it or your gonna get fucked up bad." "Please Sir! Please!" she begged. But she couldn't bring herself to say it, and he had to slap her again. "Please what, whore? You don't have a fucking choice here, you say what I tell you. You're my little bitch remember?" "Please, choke me on your cock," she begged. "Please, gag me with your big black dick." "Sir, bitch, sir" he said yanking her hair. "Say it all over again." She choked out the words between heavy sobs, which seemed to make his cock grow even harder and Jordan's too, grow in her pussy. "Please, sir, choke me on your cock sir. Please gag me sir, gag me with your big black dick sir." "Since you put it so nicely," he snickered and slammed to the back of her throat again. More tears fell down her face as she tried to break free. At last he pulled all the way out of her mouth. "Kiss it," he ordered her. "Kiss it and worship it." She did as she was told, kissing his cock and telling him how much she worshiped it. She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Moments ago this weapon of torture was making it impossible for her to breath, making her feel like she would die with it lodged in the back of her throat and now she was kissing it lovingly and talking to it as if it were her king- or her god. "Tell me how you love that cock in your pussy," he told her as Jordan worked his rough magic in and out of her slippery snatch. "Tell me how much you love that black cock stretching your pink pussy so wide." "Yes!" she moaned. "Yes, I love being fucked by big black cock. Slam that black cock into my pink pussy. Make me your little white whore." She wondered how much of this she meant, the cock pounding her from behind felt wonderful. Still, here on a deserted street, she found herself kneeling and being forced to be a whore to two huge black men. She was terrified and inexplicably turned on. She couldn't admit to herself that these words were her own. "Fuck my white pussy with your black cock, sir. Fuck me like a little whore." "I want to fuck your ass raw," Jordan threatened. "NO!" she cried out. She couldn't imagine the pain of that huge cock searing into her ass, tearing it wide and raw. "NO! Please, God, no!" Her terror returned as Jordan terrorized her with his desires. "I'm going to split your ass with my big dick, fuck you inside-out you fucking little worthless cunt. I'm going to bust your ass wide open." "No, No, No!" she begged and pleaded and cried. But Jazz only laughed and forced his cock back into her mouth, albeit not as far as he had before. She was forced to suck him as he gripped her hair and continued to laugh at her. "I bet your ass is tight and hot. I'd love a good dry fuck, you little whore. You're gonna take my dick up your ass weather you like it or not, ain't that right little bitch? Ain't that right?" He pulled out, intent on slamming her ass, but instead he was cumming all up her back. Jazz pulled out of her mouth and shot his load across her face and up into her hair. It seemed that they came on her forever, with jets of sticky goo blasting into her hair and face and over her back and down her ass crack forever. A thick stream even made its way down her ass and into her pussy wet of it's own accord. When they finished coming, and she felt like collapsing, they began scooping up all the splattered cum and shoving it into her mouth, feeding it to her. "Eat my cum you little bitch," they both kept repeating. "Eat our cum like the whore you are." Alison lay there as the sticky cum seemed to evaporate from her body and the taste of swallowing the thick splooge disappeared. On her soft mattresses, she began to feel the real world return around her. Her wrinkled middle finger wet from dipping into her own pussy was no longer welcome on her sensitive clit. She could hear her own heavy breathing and even feel the dampness on her cheeks where she had managed to work herself up to real tears. She sat up, alone but still a bit embarrassed. She lived in a very integrated neighborhood, and she had friends of all races. Something told her that the fantasy that she had just indulged in was not in the least bit politically correct. The white girl being fucked- no raped- by two black thugs. The white girl realizing that she liked it, in fact wanted it more than anything in the world. She even knew that it was a myth that black men had bigger cocks, and weren't any more prone to violence, but she couldn't get these thoughts out of her head. She knew that her friends, Jazz and Jordan would never never do any of those things to her, but as she got up to run her shower, she blushed, thinking that she wished sometimes that they would. * Author's note: If you've made it this far, and you've liked what you read, please leave a comment and vote. Thanks for your support. Ravishment of a Cyber Slave Ch. 01 It is Friday your son is with his dad for the weekend and you are going to spend a quit weekend alone. The school play had just ended and you are driving home only thinking of a hot bath and sleep tell Sunday. This play required allot of long nights and hard work which you are proud of for the children did great and even the local newspaper printed the best review it ever has. As you turn in to park your car you notice the front light is not working but you do not care for you are so tire. You go in the house flip the switch and the inside light does not go on also. Shit is all you can think as you shut the door and lock it. You turn walking back to your bedroom. By the second step you are shocked when someone whom must have been hiding behind the door covers your eyes with something and shoves something in your mouth as you try to shout. Your hands are grabbed once you cannot see and you hear loud "click" as you now cannot move your hands knowing they are now cuffed. All the while you are being pushed in to your bedroom. Your mind is racing when you finally hear. "Bitch I know your child is gone for the weekend so this weekend you are mine." You are pushed hard as you fall on your bed. Soon your right leg is grabbed being tied with something followed by your left leg being pulled the opposite direction and tied as well. Now you lie there breathing hard wondering what is going to happen and who is it that is doing this to you. As your breathing slows a little worried what is going to happen next you feel something cold and sharp on your right leg. The cutting sound is very clear, as you know your slack is being cut. You wish to scream but the only sound comes out is sounds that sound like moans. "It sounds like you like this bitch." With that being said you try to shut up but it is so hard when the knife reaches the waistline then moves to the left leg. Ripe as the left leg is cut followed by a quick pull as you shacks flies off. "Nice no panties you are a hot bitch. Woo very nice you are shaved." Feeling fingers rubbing your out pussy lips. "Hmmm shaved today you must have want to be fucked." Followed by a loud laugh. Your blouse is cut off as well as your bra. Now you feel hands roaming all over your body but never touching your nipples or clit. Nothing enters you just teasing making you very wet. Then you feel me very close to your ear for you feel my breath right there. "Cunt you are hot. I am sure you are wounding who I am but for now that does not matter." You are crying and your tears are running down your cheek from under the blindfold. You feel me lick your tears away. "Sweet taste. I like it when you cry." Then you feel a puncture on you neck-followed lips locking around the place that was puncture. With a very strong sucking you are sure who ever has you is drinking your blood. The lips are removed then a lick of you ear. "I know there is not real vampires but this is as close as it will ever be. By the end of this weekend you will become my slave. You will become the bitch in heat I crave. You will be begging to be with me always. I love the taste of your blood but I love the taste of your tears even better." You feel something being applied to your tiny asshole. It is cold and very greasy then a finger finds its way in your tiny tight hole sliding in and out. It is removed followed by something much larger, that once in allows your sphincter to collapse around it keeping it in making you feel so full in the backside. A collar is being wrapped around your neck with the click of what you believe is a leash. Your legs are untied and you are being dragged off of the bed. As you are being pushed down the hallway, which you know leads to the front door. You try to push back to not be pushed out the door but you cannot stop what is happening. Once out the door you feel the coldness of the winter air and you are praying that no one sees you. Yet you do hope they do see you so they can call the cops. The butt plug makes you feel so full and it make you feel even fuller with each step. You have trying to bear down to push it out but it is way to fat in the middle to get out without help. You hear the opening of what you know is a trunk and you are pushed in. The drive is very long and you are so cold in the back of the trunk. You hear the sound of grave and you now know you are not in town anymore, as you have no idea where you are. The car stops you hear a door opens that sound very large. After which the car is driven in. The trunk is open after which you are pulled out. "Bitch this is your home for the weekend." The room echoes like a big empty warehouse. You are pulled for a little while and you are stopped. You are lash firmly to what you now know is a wooden sawhorse in the center of the vacant warehouse. Still gagged, blindfolded a large vibrator is embedded deeply in your cunt then turned on as it makes the butt plug hum also. Your arms and legs are now tied tightly against the "A" shaped legs of the rough carpenter's horse; your ass and pussy are thrust well back, clearing the horizontal beam. This particular sawhorse sturdy construction is very rough wood without any finishing. Your breasts hang on either side as nipple clips are attached, suspending weights from each nipple. To say that you are uncomfortable would be an extreme understatement. You are tied this way for about ten minutes then you feel the warmth of four bright spotlights being turned on. With the weighs swinging with your ever move and the humming of your ass and cunt it is driving your crazy but the topper is not being able to see or scream. You know much more of this will drive you insane. "I know you love this even if you tell me no. I know you so well, even better than you know yourself." With those words you now know who is in charge and who is taking control of you. But you keep thinking I am not ready for this. This is only my dream's it cannot ever be real. But real it is. "The heat of the lamps is so that I can film this. I am filming it for two reasons. First for my protection for if you call the cops I can humiliate you in court by showing it to everyone so they can see how much you love it. Then second I will let you have a copy so that you can watch yourself and just how much of a bitch in heat you truly are." Now you feel my lips close to your ear whispering. "I want to hear you beg. I want you to beg me to fuck you. You have two choices if you beg to be fucked I will remove you from the rough sawhorse or if you scream I will fuck you anyways on this sawhorse. I put you on the horse to warn you that if you do not follow my commands I will make it very painful, however if you follow my commands who knows you may just enjoy it."