****** Raping Her Rapist by Wet Dream-Girl ******
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Raping Her Rapist


Darla Thomas relaxed on the comfortable sofa as she sipped the glass of wine
Serge had given her. The 17 year-old model thought the photo session had gone
well. She was flattered when her photographer, the world famous Serge Makarov
had invited her to his country estate for dinner. But as she finished her
drink, a strange, lethargic sensation began to envelop her consciousness.
Within minutes, Darla fell into a deep drug-induced sleep.

Serge smiled wickedly as he picked up the unconscious girl. As he headed for
his bedroom, he whispered, "Ah yes my sweet...I will enjoy your lovely
treasures tonight! Your sweet mouth...vagina...and even your tight rectum will
be mine!"

Serge softly lay his unconscious victim upon the bed and began to undress her.
After removing her dress, he picked up a camera and took a few photos of her
clad only in her bra, panties, and nylons before continuing. Her bra was
removed and a few more shots taken before he roughly pulled off the nylons,
tearing them in the process. Finally, with trembling hands, he slipped off her
peach, lace-trimmed panties and gazed lustfully at her curly blond patch.

"Ah...This one's truly a prize!" he marveled.

Serge had lost count of how many beautiful, young models he had secretly
ravished over his long career. He had filled several photo albums with souvenir
photos of each lovely, naked victim, testifying to the effectiveness of the
"date-rape" drug he employed. Two little pills crushed and mixed into a drink
could do wonders, rendering his victims unconscious for 6 to 8 hours!

"They never have any idea what's happened!" chuckled Serge.

He laughed as he recalled how some girls even apologized for falling asleep on
him! He only wished he didn't have to wear condoms when he raped his victims,
but such precautions had kept him out of trouble with the law. He even kept his
pubic hair shaved to avoid leaving any stray hairs entangled in his victim's
pubic hair. If the occasional girl suspected foul play, she'd find no DNA
evidence to take to the police!

Darla slowly regained consciousness and opened her eyes. She found herself
sprawled across the sofa and immediately felt the ache in her vagina and
rectum. Her mouth had an odd taste, and it hurt to swallow. Looking at her
wristwatch, she was shocked to see that it was a few minutes after 11:00 p.m.

"God! I've been asleep for 6 hours!"

She groggily got to her feet and stumbled to the bathroom. Pulling down her
nylons and panties, she was startled to find a large bloodstain in the crotch!

"Damn! I just got over a period two days ago! What the hell is this?"

Then she noticed the tears and runs in her nylons and a gut feeling told her
she had been violated! She sat there on the toilet looking at what had to be
the blood from her once intact hymen and realized with horror why her vagina
and rectum ached... she had been raped and sodomized!

"That bastard Serge! He did this to me! He must have put something in the
wine!" Darla sobbed as she got to her feet.

Holding her panties and nylons, she wandered through the mansion, looking for
Serge. She found him lying naked on his bed, his erect penis in one hand and a
photo album in the other. He made no attempt to cover his nakedness and smiled
as though nothing was wrong.

"Ah! Sleeping beauty has awakened! Did you have a nice nap, my dear?" Serge
asked in his thick Russian accent.

Darla angrily shot back, "You bastard! You drugged me...and raped me!"

Serge innocently replied, "What are you talking about? You fell asleep on the
sofa and I have been laying here all this time!"

Holding up her bloodstained panties and torn nylons, Darla shouted, "Liar! My
panties are bloody and my nylons are torn up! They weren't that way before I
drank that wine and blacked out!"

Serge patronizingly smiled and answered, "My dear Darla, you have simply
started your period early, and you women are always tearing your nylons!"

Darla replied, "No! I just finished my period two days ago! This is the blood
of my torn hymen...you raped me and took my virginity! You won't get away with
this! I'm going to call the police!"

Serge indignantly responded, "Go ahead and call the police! You have no proof
that I rape you, foolish girl! There is no semen in you! You have only bloody
underwear and torn nylons! The police will do nothing to me...there is no
proof! You are not the first stupid girl to accuse Serge of rape...and you will
not be the last! Now get out of my house or I will call police myself!"

Serge's words left Darla in a state of shock! She realized with horror that he
was right! There really wasn't any proof of rape! She couldn't go to the police
with only her blood stained panties and torn nylons...that wasn't enough proof!
Not knowing what else to do, she turned and fled from the room and headed for
the front door. Just as she was about to open the door, she stopped short.

"No! I can't let him get away with this! He'll just keep doing this to other
innocent girls! But what can I do? I've got to have proof...real proof..."

The idea suddenly struck her! Entering the kitchen, she found a large butcher
knife and then headed back to Serge's bedroom. Darla quietly entered the
bedroom and approached the bed. Fortunately for her, Serge was now laying on
his side with his back to her, so he was unaware of her return. Suddenly, he
felt the cold, sharp steel of a knife against his throat, and heard Darla
growl, "Don't move or I'll slit you from ear to ear!"

Serge pleaded, "Please...don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!"

Darla ordered, "Shut up and lay on your stomach with your hands behind your
back!"

The frightened man obeyed and Darla quickly tied his wrists together with her
nylons. She then rolled her captive over on to his back and pressed the knife
against his throat.

"Wha...what are you going to do to me?" Serge asked in a trembling voice.

"Well, I'd like to just slit your throat, but that would be too easy on
you...besides, I'd end up going to prison for murder! Maybe I should just
castrate you! What do you think of that idea?"

Serge cried, "No! No! Not that...please don't castrate me!"

Darla smiled down at the trembling man and answered, "Nah...I'm not gonna
castrate you either...I'd go to prison for that too!"

Serge looked relieved, but puzzled. "So what are you going to do?"

He was stunned by her simple reply. "I'm gonna rape you!"

Serge nearly laughed, "Rape me? Hah! You're a girl! You can't rape a man!"

"Oh really? We'll just see about that!" Darla answered as she began removing
her dress.

Darla knew that for her plan to work, she had to replace Serge's fear with a
more powerful emotion... lust! She called upon all her modeling skills and
feminine assets to aid her in her task. Slowly and seductively, she let her
dress slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. She then unfastened her bra
and slowly pulled the cups away, revealing her lovely 34C breasts to her
captive. Darla climbed onto the bed and surveyed serge's naked form. She had to
admit, he was a handsome specimen of masculinity. If he had tried to initiate a
sexual relationship with her in a normal fashion, she might have been willing.

Darla ran her fingers through Serge's curly, black chest hair and cooed, "Ooh!
I just love a hairy chested guy!" She slowly moved her right hand down his
chest, letting her fingernails lightly scratch his skin as she moved ever
closer to her ultimate target. When Serge felt her hand begin to caress his
flaccid manhood, he let out an involuntary moan. He could feel the beginnings
of arousal in his penis and vainly tried to concentrate on anything that would
keep it soft.

"Your cock is soft, Serge...I need it nice and hard so I can rape you! I need
you to pump lots of warm, creamy evidence into my vagina so I'll have proof
that you raped me!"

Serge pleaded, "Darla, please don't do this! I beg you...don't do this!"

Darla could feel Serge's penis begin to stiffen in her hand, but it was only
semi-rigid. She decided to turn up the heat by giving him a blowjob!

Darla brought her lips to the tip of Serge's penis and gave it a wet kiss.
Opening her mouth, she slipped the mushroom-shaped head inside her warm mouth
and worked her tongue over the sensitive gland. Although she had been a virgin,
Darla had learned to keep her boyfriends satisfied with frequent blowjobs, and
she now applied her experience to bring Serge's cock to full erection! While
sucking and licking the head, she kept her hands busy fondling his shaft and
scrotum until he was at full attention!

The moment had arrived...Serge's cock was now fully erect, in spite of his
feeble attempts to control it with his mind! Darla straddled him and grabbing
his penis, guided the tip into her entrance. When she lowered herself onto his
shaft, Serge began to quietly weep. As she began pumping his member inside her
tight passage, Darla taunted, "Oh, don't look so sad! This will probably be the
last time you have sex with a female, so you should try to enjoy it! The only
sex you'll get in prison will be with other inmates! They'll probably gang rape
your sweet ass every night! That will be a fitting punishment for a serial
rapist!"

Darla speeded up her tempo until she was vigorously bouncing up and down the
full length of Serge's eight-inch shaft! She realized her actions would not
only induce an orgasm from Serge...she was nearing her own climax too!

"Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming you bastard! Ahh!... Yes! Come on! Let it come out!
Come for me! Pump your semen into me! Leave lots of evidence in my pussy!..."
Serge could no longer hold back the tide! He let out an angry cry as he felt
the first wads of semen spurt from his penis!

"Noo! Noo! You bitch! You're getting what you wanted out of me! Argh!..."

Darla continued to ride him until his cock became flaccid. She then dismounted
Serge and quickly got dressed. Looking at the still bound man, she said, "I'm
sure you can manage to free yourself. I'll just leave this knife here on the
nightstand for you to use to cut the nylon. I've gotta go now. I've got a
date...with the police!"

As Darla left the mansion, Serge heard her call out, "See you in court!"


The end