****** You're Tuned To Rape Radio by Trigga10000 ****** =============================================================================== You're Tuned To Rape Radio "Hi there y'all. You're tuned into Sexy69 on 92.3fm. For the next hour we'll be bringing you some good ol' sexy tunes by the likes of James Brown and Tom Jones. Hope you enjoy it, here's ya first choon now, catch ya in a bit!" John sat back in his chair and chugged on his beer as the sexy soul grooves of James Brown played out over the airwaves. He wasn't thinking about the music though. He was thinking about the girl who presented the program, Valerie Harnor. He had seen pictures of her and knew that she was a beautiful young girl. She was just 25, one of the youngest DJs around. In the pictures that he had seen she was always smiling. It was a 100 watt smile that somehow seemed to reflect off her generous cleavage. She had cleavage to die for. The rest of her looked just as good. Good enough to fuck. John was no angel, not even close. He'd just finished a 3 year stretch for indecent assault and indecent exposure. He'd been out for a coupla months and was getting bored. As he lay sprawled in his chair he started to get a hard on just thinking about how good it would be to rape Valerie. He could just imagine her starting to struggle as he laid himself upon her. What he would do to that bitch! God he was looking forward to this. Then, he had an even better idea. What about raping her on the air? Could he really do that? He didn't think that he could possibly get away with such a bold move. But... maybe? Valerie was in a really laid back mood. She loved being on the air. Presenting her own radio show was such a kick. Her friends from school had all finished college and gone into boring nine to five jobs. How they envied her! She was due on in five. Blowing out another lungful of wonderfully intoxicating smoke she stubbed the spliff out and prepared to go on. "Hi there y'all. You're tuned into 'Sexy69' on 92.3fm." She shuffled through some records and set three more on the turntable for back to back play. Just as she had done that someone came bursting through the doors of the studio. What the fuck was going on? Couldn't the dumbass see that the 'on air' light was on? Then she noticed that he was wearing a balaclava and had a gun in his other hand! What the fuck was going on? When John had decided that he was going to rape Valerie on air he knew that he would have to be careful. That was why he took the mask and the gun with him to the studio. He walked in carefully through the buildings doors but no-one paid him any attention. In fact, there wasn't anyone about, just the receptionist and she had her head buried in the latest edition of 'She'. When he got to the door of the studio Valerie had just gone on air. He heard her announce the song and then saw her relax as she set a few songs on for back to back playback. Now was his chance. He put the mask on and got the gun out. Then he moved into the studio. Valerie gasped as the masked figure moved over to her and pointed the gun at her. She didn't know what was going on and the only way that she could get anyone's attention would be to shout out for help over the air. People would come running at that but there was no-one around otherwise. As she was reaching for the desk, the muzzle of the gun was rammed hard against the underside of her chin, jerking her head up and making her gasp with pain. "Don't even think about it" whispered the masked man quietly, his voice full of a world of threatened pain. "Just do as I say and you'll soon be able to get back to your show. Now do you promise to be good and do what I tell you to do?" "Yes," whimpered Valerie submissively. There was nothing else that she could do. "I want you to take all your clothes off except for your bra and panties. Do it now!" Valerie hurriedly started to tear her clothes off. She knew now that he was going to rape her and she wanted to get it over and done with as quickly as possible. However, whilst John knew that he couldn't take all day, he wasn't going to rush things now that he was here and doing this evil thing. "Slow down Val. You and I are going to have us a bit of fun and we don't want to rush anything, do we?" "Er, no" she stammered and started to remove her blouse more slowly, unbuttoning it with care so that she didn't snag a button. John was almost delirious with joy as he watched Valerie in just her bra and panties. This was beyond anything that he had ever expected. She had an amazing figure. Her tits stood up proud and firm, not giving anything away to gravity. Her legs were long and slender going ever up to her sacred centre. He couldn't wait to see what was concealed behind those black panties that she was wearing. "Take your panties off and spread your legs so that I can see you" he ordered. Slowly she did so. He gasped as she lay back in the chair and slowly spread her legs for him. She had a beautiful pussy. It had just a strip of hair covering her innermost secrets, the rest bald, leaving him desperate to get inside her. He reached out his hand and started to rub her pussy. He started slowly at first and then suddenly shoved two of his meaty fingers up inside her. "Ohh!" she flinched at the sudden violent move. Another finger followed those two and she felt full. She prayed to God that he would not put any more of his hand in her. She had heard of fisting and hoped that he would not try to rape her with his fist. She would not be able to cope with that. Her prayers must have been heard because he took his fingers out of her pussy. He held them up to her mouth and told her to lick and suck them until they had no more juice on them. She had often licked her own fingers after playing with herself so this did not phase her too much. As John watched and felt her sucking softly on his fingers though, it sent him over the edge. He tugged the belt on his jeans till he got it undone then quickly pulled out his dick which by this time was immensely hard. Without warning he grabbed Valerie by the waist and pulled her towards him impaling her on his dick. He thrust in and out a couple of times then unceremoniously picked her up, with his dick still in her, and dropped her onto the floor next to the desk. He positioned her on all fours and started to fuck her from behind. Valerie heard John moaning in rapture as he violated her pussy. She could not believe that this was happening to her here, in the studio whilst she was on the air! Suddenly she realised that the last song was nearing the end. She decided to ignore it so that when everyone heard the dead air hopefully someone would come to find out what was going wrong. Unfortunately, just as she reached this decision her tormentor pulled out of her and spun her around to face his dick. He hit her in the face with his stiff prick twice, from the left then the right. "I want you to change those records and then just let them play. Don't think about trying to say anything because you won't live long enough to regret it if you do." To emphasise his point he shoved the business end of the gun in her ass then pulled it out and told her to suck it clean. She was thoroughly frightened now and would do anything he asked. She turned around and put 3 more records on playback. Once she had done that she turned to face him again and saw that he was grinning. "You are one great fuck, bitch," he laughed. She cringed, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop him raping her. Her despair made tears come to her eyes. She was just grateful that he had not yet felt the need for physical violence, he had not struck her. John could not believe his luck. Here he was, blatantly raping one of the country's hottest djs, on air, and getting away with it! He picked her up and placed her none too gently on her desk. Having placed her there so roughly it hurt Valerie and she began to sob quietly and the she started to say, "Please, please stop it now you've raped me. You've raped me now please go." Hearing her repeat this over and over again took some of the edge off John's pleasure but he carried on fucking her. Her sad litany making a bizarre backdrop to his grunts and the slap of his balls against her ass. Suddenly there was a commotion at the door and three police officers burst in. "He's got a gun!" yelled Valerie. "What the fuck?" shouted John. "Move away from the girl," shouted one police officer. "Kick the gun towards the door," followed another. The last officer stayed silent but followed the example of the other two in drawing his gun. In just a few short moments everything had changed for John. His dick wilted inside Valerie's pussy and forlornly dropped out as he pulled away from her. Valerie felt a surge of elation as she realised that she would get out of her ordeal alive. She didn't know where the police officers had come from or how they knew that she was being raped. All the same she was profoundly grateful for their presence. As she got off the desk she turned to see the records still playing. However, the talkover button had also been engaged, allowing her voice to go out above the record. Someone must have heard what was happening and rung the police. * * When the story was reviewed in the paper Valerie had to laugh. The publicity had made her listeners tune in more than ever before so she would soon be able to transfer to a bigger radio station and John came across as a sad loser, a loser she felt sure would get the chance to experience what he had forced on her when he went to jail. However, some sad bastards insisted on calling her show by a different name from then on. To them it would now always be 'Rape Radio'. This is only my second story in ages so I hope that people like it. I don't agree with rape and thought that the ending was sort of poetic justice. Any comments would be appreciated. Send them to trigga10000@hotmail.com Check out my first story, Johnnie's Fantasy, if you haven't already. If you have then look forward to part 2 cumming soon! This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites * Sexy_Top_100_Stories