****** Raping Lilly by Justmaster ******
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Raping Lilly


It was just an impulse. Oh, I'd thought about it many times before, but I never
thought I'd have the balls to go through with it.

It was my fantasy, for a long time. I'd daydreamed about who, how, when. The
girl from the construction office, a Wal Mart checker, a stripper from the
club, whoever. But I knew it had to be a stranger, a complete unknown. So I
started looking.

Fantasies are just thoughts until you make them come true. I used to drive
around at night, looking for a woman, thinking about it, scheming. It was my
hobby. I dared myself a hundred times, but chickened out.

So one night I'm driving. Near the college, and it's late. Maybe 11:30PM. She's
walking. I see her breath, puffs of white cotton that fade away as she steps
into them. A dark figure, but definitely a girl.

As I pass her I get a better look. She's Asian. a small girl, short black hair;
the rest of her is hidden by a huge winter coat.

I circle the block. Am I going to do this? Really? I am. My pulse is racing.
She's still walking, slumped over a bit by the burden of her backpack. I drive
passed, and up three blocks. What if she turns? I get out. Nobody around. Warm
orange yellow light in a few windows is all I can see.

In the back of my blazer are my tools. I take out a roll of silver duct tape,
and set it on the tailgate. An old ski mask I used on an outside job, and a
handkerchief. That'll do. I hear bongos in my temples. Is she still coming?

Through the quarter panel window I can see her, in the mirror. She's almost
here. Me? I'm just a guy, in a safe neighborhood, unloading his truck.

As she passes me I step out, and hit her HARD on the back of the neck. She
falls forward, and I'm on her. I grab her, pick her up, my heavy gloved hand
shoving the kerchief in her mouth, as my other arm encircles her chest, pinning
her arms down.

She's kicking out, but I've got her now, lifting her off the ground, and
slamming her down face first onto the bed of the truck. Using my weight to hold
her, I yank the ski mask over her head, backwards.

Sharp pain in my shin as she kicks backward, twice. I punch her again, in the
back of the head. I'm rewarded by a meaty thunk, and then another as her face
bounces off the deck.

Quickly, while she's dazed, I tape her wrists together behind her, and then her
ankles. A loop around the ski mask, over her mouth, and I'm slamming the
tailgate shut.

It's good to be back in the warm truck, and driving. I'm on fire, watching her
in the mirror as she squirms around.

"If you start to kick, or scream, I'll cut you," I say loudly over the heaters
hum. She freezes at the words.

I back in behind the house, my neighbors dog going crazy barking. The tailgate
opens. She's there, curled in a ball, shaking. Mine.

I take out the buck knife, and touch it's cold blade against the side of her
neck. She flinches hard, and begins to squirm franticly.

"No noise. You scream, I start collecting souvenirs. Got it?" I watch her
slowly shaking.

"GOT IT?" I ask sharply. She nods.

I throw her over my shoulder, and carried her in through the basement door. I
left the light off, and stood waiting for my eyes to adjust. She was so light!
I'm gonna tear her up.

The old bed, a concrete floor, and not much else. Home sweet home. The place
smelled like mold and rust. I tossed her onto the bed, and went upstairs to get
my bag.

When I came back down she was just where I left her. Good girl. I pushed her
face down into the mattress.

"Hold still," I whispered.

She lay motionless as I pulled the ski mask off, and strapped the form fitted
blindfold over her eyes. I'd gotten it at a fetish shop in Detroit. It's
amazing what those places sell.

"Listen. You stay calm, and don't do anything stupid."

I pulled the kerchief out of her mouth.

"Please don't hurt me!"

Just as I'd fantasized it would happen.

I flip on the light switch, squinting from the sudden change.

"Shaddup."

I pulled her mittens off, leaning on the bed next to her. She shied away from
the contact. I secured her left wrist to the bedpost with one of my old ties.
She didn't fight. Then the other wrist, to the other post.

"Please Mister, please don't hurt me," she whimpered, tears dripping down her
cheeks.

I reached inside her coat, found her chest, gripped a nipple through a shirt
and bra, and twisted. Hard.

"Ohhh!" she cried, trying to pull away from the pain.

"I said shut up," I stated calmly. When she stopped struggling, I let go.

Her ankles soon followed the wrists, with little opposition. Maybe she felt a
little safer, with her clothes still on.

I emptied her pockets, and took a seat on the end of the bed. From the wallet
her name was Lilly. She was seventeen. And a freshman, at the local college.
Must have been a good student. Pictures of her, with white folk. Adopted? She
had $80 in her wallet. Hell, that was more than I did!

"Lilly," I said, untying her shoes. "You go ahead and fight. I like that. But
you scream, and I'll get mad. You understand?"

"Uh-huh." she said quietly. She was starting to shake, her leg quivering in my
grasp.

One shoe hit the ground with a thunk! And the sock in the corner. Than the
other.

"You a virgin Lilly?"

"Yes." A small voice, quiet.

"You have a boyfriend?" I started cutting up the leg of her jeans with a
kitchen shears. She flinched as the metal grazed her.

"N'no."

"We're gonna fix both of them problems." I told her, cutting through the
waistline with the snips.

"Mister, please, please don't..." My fist interrupted her, coming down hard on
her stomach. I heard the wind shoot out of her lungs.

"You call me SIR bitch, you got that?" The anger just welled up inside me.

I had the other leg half cut. I grabbed the edges and yanked, tearing her pants
the rest of the way open. I threw them to the side, staring down at tan legs,
and little light blue cotton panties.

She lost it, quietly sobbing, mewing, "Please, please."

I cut up the front of her shirt, and then down one sleeve. She smelled good,
some kind of perfume. And the smell of her. It had been a while, and the last
one wasn't very memorable.

The shirt came off, leaving a little light blue bra. Shit, she had no tits, she
didn't need it. Three snips and "Abercrombie and Fitch" joined the growing pile
on the floor.

She was naked now, just the blindfold and a little gold necklace that said,
"Lil'Sister" on one token, next to a little cross on the other. I ran one hand
up the center of her stomach, feeling her cringe away from the touch. She had
only a sparse bush, dark shiny black, but barely there. She looked almost
child-like.

Her nipples were erect from the cold. I put my palm against one, and made small
circles. It felt electric, sparks running up my arm.

She began to moan, a sound of complete despair. It made my cock throb in my
jeans.

"Litt-le Lill-ee," I sang softly, tracing her mouth with my finger. Soft and
warm. I pressed my finger in.

"Suck little fuck slut." Her tongue tried to push my finger away. I took the
snips with my free hand, and gripped one nipple between the blades.

Nnggoo!" She spit out past my hand.

"Suck bitch!" I hissed. Her mouth opened a bit, and her tongue began to caress
my finger. So warm and wet.

I wanted her. I pulled my shirt off, began kissing her neck, her chest, sucking
on her nipples.

"Oh god!" she cried, through more tears. I dragged my tongue lewdly down her
stomach, mouthing her flesh.

I attacked her pussy, dragging my tongue through her pubes, down between the
lips of her cunt. She was dry for a few moments, but as my tongue attacked her
little clit I felt her warming, and beginning to leak.

"No please, please, oh god please don't do this!" This part I loved. She hated
me, and was so afraid. She was humiliated, a complete stranger using her so
intimately. And then her own body betrays her. My warm soft tongue, flicking
her clit, making little gentle circles around it. And she's aroused.

Does she hate me more right now, or herself? Will she remember this EVERY time
a man puts his mouth on her little pussy?

I slide down the bed, feet on the floor, and reach my hands up her body. My
index fingers rubbed her nipples softly, and my mouth ravaged her cunt, tongue
thrusting into the opening of her fuckhole rapidly.

"Ohhhgodohno-no-no-no!" She was fighting me now, desperately trying not to cum.
I pushed her so close, so close, and then just...

Stopped. I wiped my mouth on her inner thigh. I dragged my hardness against her
body as I climbed up the bed.

"Slut!" I hissed in her ear.

"No!"

"Whore!"

"No!"

"I'm a fucking rapist and your getting off on this! You are a fucking sick hose
beast!" She's crying, flailing her head from side to side.

"Noooooooooooooo!"

"Are you my little Asian whore? Say it!"

"I'm, I'm your Asian whore. I'm your whore."

I rise up, unzip my pants, and pull my now rock hard dick out.

"No oh god please don't." I drop down on her, my meat sliding right between her
lips, in the pleasant triangle of her snatch and thighs.

"You wanna be fucked bitch, don't you?" I whisper, thrusting my hips, grinding
the shaft of my cock on her clit.

"No, please, I'm begging you don't do this!" I began to fuck that spot.

"Say fuck me or I'll bite your fucking nipples off!" I hissed in her ear, so
angry, furious now, feeling it well up inside me.

"Fuck me," her voice quiet, fighting through sobs. I slide back between her
legs, resting on my heels.

"Louder."

"FUCK ME!" I spread her thighs, and shoved my dick head against her wet, sticky
pussy.

"Don't stop saying it or..." I trailed off, my voice so cold and hard it, so
mad.

"FUCK ME!" I shoved in, barely entering her.

"God...FUCK ME!" I saw blood as she bit into her bottom lip.

"FUCK ME!" and I thrust into her, all the way, burying myself deep in her
little snatch, busting her hymen, balls slapping her ass, pubis smacking into
her mound.

"Oh god it burns oh oh oh!" I felt her trying to pull her body off my cock. I
pulled back and slammed home again. She was so tight it hurt.

"FUCK ME!" I thrust again, feeling her body give, and finding a rhythm.

"Oh god oh it hurts please stop!" I quickly found her breast with my mouth,
sucked the now rock hard nipple into her mouth, and bit down.

"FUCK ME OHGOD FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she started yelling. And I did.

My hands found purchase on her hips. I rammed into her deep, trying to punish
her with my cock. punching her cunt with my meat. Thrusting deep, deep, ramming
her, slamming her, impaling her on my cock.

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme...." She's barely audible now, but I don't care. I'm a
fucking machine, a piston driving into her, again, again, uncaring, unfeeling,
fucking her, fucking her, fucking everything away.

I feel it quick, explode inside her, geysers of jizz jetting into her womb,
mixing with her pussy juice, sweat, and blood. I see colors, collapse on her,
pinning her to the bed.

As I drift off to sleep on her, I'm hearing "...Hail Mary, mother of grace,
hail Mary, mother of grace...".

Of course, catholic I think; the cross.

Thoughts to Justmaster, justafella@hotmail.com

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