Kristin The Stripper (M~F, vaginal, oral, anal)

[theman]

Edit: Managed to go over the max upload size set in VB or the webserver the first time I posted, creating a blank post.... Here's a version broke into multiple posts.

Gotta say I love Google for caching this, because I didn't have a copy on my computer! ;p
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Kristin stripped off her lacy, black bra, her left arm already grasping the pole that extended from the stage to the ceiling, and then she slipped her right arm through the bra strap. Jason watched as she jumped on the pole and spun around, flipping upside down skillfully, letting her bra slip off her left arm.

The room was dark and smoky with a brightly lit stage that curved away softly on each side of its center which jutted into the middle of the room.

Kristin could see Jason when she spun upside down, her large, natural tits flopping down, and she was a little taken aback that he was there for the fourth time in five days. Kristin went around the pole for another spin and noticed Jason was only watching her and not even glancing at the other stripper on a sub stage 15 feet back. She grabbed the pole with her arm pointing down and spun around it, grabbing the pole with her feet, holding them like she was bow legged.

Jason was drowsy from the atmosphere and the alcohol, but woke up instantly when he saw Kirsten upside down, her thong the only thing just barely covering her perfect ass. Her body spun around the pole, her tits following slightly behind, before she stopped, holding the pole at her waist level and holding her back parallel to the ground.

Jason admired her pussy through her tiny, see through, lacy, black thong as she ran her right hand up her left leg and thigh while still holding onto the pole with her left hand. She ran her hand over her pussy, and flipped her hair down dramatically before flipping backward and laying on the ground. She spread her legs as wide as she could and started slowly pulling her thong down her legs. The thong got stuck on her thighs, and she quickly flung her legs together, pulling the thong off before she spread her legs as wide as they would go again.

Jason had no shame as he stared at her bald cunt.

Kristin stood up, seductively blowing the crowd a kiss. She walked the edge of the stage, and a few people threw money on the stage as she walked by. She hated doing shows when there were only four or five people watching, but any money was better than no money. Jason threw a ten down when she walked by. She leaned backward and spread her legs showing him her sexy pussy before standing up and shifting her ass, walking back to the silver pole. Jason threw down another ten when she had spread her legs for him. He wanted to fuck her so bad, but she never did private shows in the back room like all the other strippers. Some nights she didn't even take her thong off if the crowd wasn't big.

Kristin had been a stripper for about three months. She was a junior in college and found money to be tighter than she expected once tuition, books, and rent was paid. Her parents had paid for her freshman year, but they cut her off when her grades sagged. She had tried working at a few places, but none of them paid enough. One of her friends had told her drunk one night that she had been a stripper for a little while, and the money was unbelievably good. She was kind of skeptical at first, but after she went to a strip bar and checked things out she hesitantly accepted a job as a bar tender at a strip club. She had to be topless, but that didn't bother her that much.

Kristin had always been fairly happy with her body. She was 5'3'' with tan skin and nicely sized 36D tits. She had small pink nipples that matched the color of her pussy. Kristin's favorite part of her body next to her tits was her ass. It was perfect, and she knew it, always walking in a manner as to flaunt it. She often caught guys watch her ass once she walked past, but she had no problem with her body, so it never bothered her.

Kristin spun around the pole, her tits facing the outside, and then she flipped upside down before finding her self flipping her legs over her head, giving the small crowd a nice view of her ass and pussy as she looked back at them through her wide spread legs.

It wasn't like Jason to go to strip clubs, but he had come to Kristin's a few nights before and had immediately developed some perverse attraction to her. That night he couldn't fall asleep because he was so horny. He bitterly masturbated before falling asleep. After work the next day he had to help a friend move to his new apartment, but the day after that he was right infront of the stage, eyes glued on Kristin. On the outside he was calm as he walked towards the bouncer guarding the hallway to the backrooms, but inside he was dying to just touch Kristin's perfect body.

"Can I help you?" The burly bouncer questioned him before he even reached the doorway, but he had been expecting this.

"Yeah, uhhh I would like some uhh time with the girl that was just on the stage." He had never said anything like that before, so he wasn't sure how to word it in the most politically correct.

"She don't do private shows," The bouncer crushed his dream, and Jason walked away in defeat.

Kristin knew she could make a ton more money with private sessions, but she had only had sex with a few different guys and didn't like the idea of whoring her self out. Also, she knew she had to set some limits for her self or she would get too wrapped up in that life style -- she did have to go to classes by day after all.

One of her big fears was seeing someone she knew from the university in the club, but it hadn't happened yet, and it had been 3 months since she started bar tending there.

Jason wanted to fuck her so bad. He wanted her perfect ass surrounded his cock as he slowly slid in her pussy, the warmth caressing him, but it was impossible.

He even asked her directly one night when she was hanging around the bar. She was at the end of the bar, and he was two seats down. One of the bouncers shot her a look questioning if she wanted him to interfere, but she answered subtly with her eyes that she was ok when Jason started a conversation. He asked how long she had been a stripper, and she answered. He looked back forward down at his glass of beer, and then looked up to look at the bartender's tits as she talked to another customer. After a minute Kristin started to walk over, but Jason looked at her like he was about to say something. For some reason she felt vulnerable and was glad she had clothes on as skimpy as they were.

"So uhh... you don't do private sessions?"

"No. I'm sorry; it's just not my thing. I'm about to go on stage though!" She knew he knew she was about to go on stage. He had been there four times in a week, and he was starting to creep her out. She considered requesting him to be removed and restricted from coming to the bar, but a good chunk of her money was from him alone, making her decide she would wait until he gave her a reason to do that.

"So there's no price at all?" The question had taken Kristin aback... She had to think for a minute. She did want a new car, and that would be a step closer if she crazy over charged him. She almost did it, but she remembered her limit of not having sex with anyone, and besides, he could become a repeat client which would entirely violate her boundary.

"No, I'm sorry." She said it quickly as she walked to the stage to begin her show.

The show went fine... It was a fairly large crowd, and most the people were watching Kristin instead of the other two strippers. When she became a stripper she quickly became the club's main one. Kristin danced for about an hour noticing that the entire time Jason's eyes didn't leave her. He looked almost hungy while he gazed at her. He had decided he would have her; he would fuck her! He just had to figure out how. He thought about offering a lot of money, but of course he didn't have that.... He decided he would follow her home. It would be simple. He would follow her home and wait. Wait until she was asleep. Then, he would break into her house, and find her and make her his. She was a stripper after all, was it really that wrong? He tried to justify it.

A little voice in the back of his head felt shameful and angry at him for even thinking about it seriously, but he had been in the military on active duty for 4 years and hadn't even been around women. He had to get something!

He left the bar just before he knew she would, knowing that would look the least suspicious.

Jason sat in his small, black car for about 10 minutes starting to wonder if maybe she was staying later tonight. Kristin walked out wearing jeans and a T-shirt -- the most clothes Jason had seen on her. She got in her small, red, old sports car and headed to her house. She was tired, and couldn't wait to get home and watch some TV or maybe just go to sleep.

Jason gave her a minute head start before he entered out into the road, her car easily in eye sight. She lived maybe ten miles away, and luckily, the trip was mainly on a highway. Had he came up behind her at a stop light or something, she would have recognized him and probably freaked out. He watched her pull into the drive way of some small house. Jason was correct in figuring her room mate was gone. It was about 10:30 so night had already consumed the streets in an ever going battle with street lamps, but Jason wanted to be safe anyway. He parked across the street 3 houses down.

Jason figured she wouldn't go to sleep for a while, so he had time to spare. He drove to a gas station, making careful mental directions of how to get back to her house. He bought some duct tape and some quarter inch nylon rope. The female clerk looked at him oddly when he got the items, but nothing about it was illegal or even out of the ordinary unless one had a devious mind.

Kristin had noticed the car a couple times, and could have sworn she saw it follow her down her quaint street, but she relaxed when she looked out her window and the street was empty. Kristin slumped on the couch and grabbed the TV remote from an oak coffee table beside the black leather couch. Kristin walked back to her bedroom and changed into shorts. She had never been able to get comfortable in blue jeans.

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Jason could see the highly dynamic light emitted from Kristin's living room television, and he was going to wait for it to go off before he made his move. He figured she could fall asleep watching TV, but he could always just assume she was asleep very late. There was no reason to spoil what he wanted so badly.

Kristin fell into the heavy lands of sleep and slowly trudged to her room trying to keep her eyes open. She stripped down to just her panties out of habbit. She had always lived with female room mates and had no problem with them seeing her naked, so she had developed an odd habit of roaming her houses topless. She also loved the feeling of a nice, soft blanket brushing against her breasts and nipples while she drifted off to sleep.

For 20 minutes Jason waited, the seconds seeming like minutes, and the minutes like hours before he exited his car under the black cover of night. He approached Kristin's house crouched down, his hand on his hip pocket where a long military knife taken out of his glove box resided. After trying the front door, Jason looked for a window. A window on the back of the house was unlatched, and Jason jammed his knife in it, pushing it up until he could grab it, before he opened it.

Kristin didn't hear the screen snap as Jason applied pressure to it until it snapped inwards onto the floor. Jason pulled him self through the window with military stealth, crawling onto the floor before standing up after he set the duct tape and rope on the floor through the window.

Kristin's bedroom was on the left wall about 20 feet from where Jason stood. He walked through the dark living room lit only by the moon to a door on his right, but found it to be the kitchen, and he wished to avoid the kitchen's tile until he had to walk on it. Jason peered through a tiny crack in Kristin's door. He saw her shoulder length, brown hair covering the back of her head and knew instantly it was his prey. The door squeaked as Jason barely pushed it open, a thousandth of an inch at a time. Jason stood still for what seemed like 3 days before he finished sliding the door open enough for him to slip through.

Jason stood at the bottom of Kristin's bed looking at her silently, his cock already rock hard knowing how perfect her body was. He froze, and adrenaline spurred through him as she turned face up and pushed the cover aside, exposing her self to the cold air. He thought for a moment she might have awoke and almost jumped on her, but he realized she was just shifting. Kristin's hands were held together like she was praying, her arms forming a V, and she was laid on her side. Jason crept around the side of the bed and crouched down face level to her tits. He let out a tiny noise as he admired the perfection graciously bestowed upon her bosom, but luckily Kristin continued to sleep deeply.

Jason looked at her deciding the best way to sub due her quickly, knowing that sound wouldn't be crucial, but it would be necessary to control it to some extent. He got on the side of the bed behind her back, and slowly leaned forward, his right hand creeping towards her soft lips.

Kristin awoke instantly alert as she felt her self pulled close to another warm body. She bit the hand around her mouth and sent out a shrill scream, but the hand stayed clamped. Jason pulled her up where her feet were on the ground and pushed the knife to her throat.

"Ok you stupid fucking whore. You're going be quiet, alright?"

She nodded nervously. He had left his hand over her mouth just incase. He backed the knife away from her throat and folded it in half before sticking it in his deep pocket. He groped her left breast viciously with his left hand, still holding her mouth, for a moment muttering, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this!"

"If you scream, I swear to God I'll kill you!" Jason pushed her down onto the bed roughly and quickly picked up the coil of rope he had dropped. Making sure to keep Kristin pinned to her bed, he pulled out the knife and cut a long strand of rope from the coil before putting the knife away again. He pulled her arms behind her coarsely, crossing her arms in a small X, before binding her arms behind her. He pulled a stretch of duct tape from the roll and ripped it with his teeth, the sound of the splitting material ripping into the night, before he pressed it over her mouth. He knew she would be able to easily maneuver the duct tape off, but hoped it would just get to her mentally.

Jason pinned his victims legs down as he cut her panties off, exposing her ass entirely and leaving her pussy open. She tried to flail her legs and keep them together at the same time as she was unpinned for a moment when Jason pulled her panties off of her. He sat on her feet as he cut another strang of rope.

After tying her feet together he began to prepare him self, knowing she was successfully subdued. He stripped his shirt off, and his pants soon followed, his metal belt buckle's clink protruding into the still silence. He pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them, before he walked over to the door and turned the light switch on, saying, "I wanna watch my cock slide in your pussy, bitch."

Her pretty hazel eyes screamed with fear as he walked towards her. He stood at the short end of the bed and pulled her legs towards him deciding how he wanted to proceed. He sat on her legs and untied the loose knot before getting up, making sure to keep a firm hold on her legs.

"Ohhh are you ready to take my cock, you dirty whore?" He jerked her spread legs towards himself causing her to flip face down.

Kristin's shrill scream pierced the night's still silence after she worked the duct tape off her mouth. Jason lept forward ontop of her and clamped his hand over her mouth, purposely jabbing his knee into her smooth, tan back.

He grabbed her around the neck roughly and leaned close to her ear, his hard cock jabbing into her back as he leaned ontop of her. "I swear I'll kill you, you stupid whore."

"I'm not a whore!" The words contained venom.

"Oh yeah, you're just a stripper!"

"That doesn't mean I'm a whore!"

"Well, you're about to be my whore! Now shut up or I'll beat you black and blue." He meant that threat, and she could tell.

He moved to the back of the bed and grabbed her legs, resuming his actions from earlier, her mouth now freely open.

"Please -- no -- stop!" He loved her begging.

He spread her legs sideways around his lean torso, his 9 inch cock threating her pussy. She had sex with a few guys, but it had been awhile, adding to her already tangible tightness.

"Uhhh!" Jason grunted as he pushed in her tight pussy, holding her legs around the calfs and yanking her back onto him as he lunged forward.

Jason spread her legs as wide as he could, hurting Kristen, and plunged into her pussy, but he still couldn't get very deep. He let her legs fall over the edge of the bed, allowing him to push his cock deep into her tight pussy. Jason let his hands grab Kristin in the pockets where her legs sloped down.

He pulled her towards him as she was pushed away by his groin slamming into her.

Kristin began crying because of the helpless feeling tearing at her insides. She felt exposed and vulnerable under the eyes of Jason as he kept plowing in and out of her.

Jason was fucking her ass fast and rough as he could, sliding his cock out smoothly until just the head was in her warm pussy and then slamming it back in as hard and fast as he could. Kristin could feel her pussy stretching under the violent fucking, causing her minor pain, but the pain was bearable.

Jason was pulling his butt back, pulling his body into an awkward stretched V shape, before pushing forward, bending his back backwards and bending his knees, pushing his body into an inverted V.

Kristin's warm, slightly wet pussy began getting to Jason as he felt his cock growing more sensative. Jason's head leaned back, and his eyes closed as he neared cumming. He reversed his hands, holding the side of her left ass cheek with his right hand and the other way around as he sped up ramming into and out of Kristen's pussy as fast as he could.

His head leaned back even farther, and his body felt slighty weak as his cum started shooting into the back of Kristen's hole. Continuing to fuck her felt amazing because of the high sensativity of his just orgasmed cock. He drove in and out of her a few more times, but slowed each time until he let his cock slip out of her. He layed down on the bed beside her, looking up at the ceiling as he layed on his back for a moment, stroking his still senstive cock for a minute.

Jason stood up and tied Kristin's tan, slender legs together, restricting her movment to null, before jumping back onto the bed. He through two of her pillows against the wall and leaned up against them. He leaned forward and grabbed Kristin by the side of her shoulders and pulled her face two her crotch.

"If you bite me, I swear I'll slit your throat!"

She just sat there staring blankly into the side of Jason's leg, tears still streaming steadily from her eyes, as Jason's semi-hard cock rested against the back of her head. He grabbed her hair violently and yanked her head up in the air by it. He held the clump of her hair while he stroked his cock until it got hard. Still holding his cock in one hand, Jason pushes his cock onto Kristin's lips, but she keeps her mouth clamped tight.

"Open up, bitch!" He yanks her hair roughly and she complies, allowing Jason free reign on her mouth. Kristin's barely split lips are pushed apart as they wrap around Jason's large cock. The warm, moist depths of Kristin's mouth felt amazing as Jason pushed to the back of her throat. She gagged, but Jason continued guiding her head up and down on his cock. He leaned back and relaxed, letting go of her head.

"Suck me good, whore." Jason demanded as he let Kristin guide her self.

Kristin had given head to some boy friends before, and didn't mind it under those circumstances, but she kept gagging on Jason's cock. She decided she was tied and incappable of moving, so Jason could harm her any way he pleased, so she might as well do as best fellation as possible while tied. Because of the angel at which Kristin had to move, Jason's cock was held at a 145 degree angel from his body, but it felt good, especially with Kristin bobbing up and down.

Some guys don't like administering oral sex, and Jason didn't really care either way, but for some reason, he had a strong urge to lick and tongue Kristin's pretty pussy. Giving in to that urge, Jason turned sideways trying to keep his cock in Kristin's mouth, and lifted her tied body on top of him. It took him a little bit to get her situated due to her immobilazation, but he finally managed it. She went back to sucking, and he leaned forward, splitting her legs with her head.

Kristin's legs bowed around Jason's head because of being tied at the ankles. Jason ran his tongue through her pussy lips, and then pushed his tongue in her pussy as far as he could. A little of his own cum was still in her pussy, but what little of the salty goo he tasted, he didn't mind. Jason's cock began reacting to Kristin's fellation, showing this through begining to pulse. She continued to bob up and down, and after 3 pulses, Jason came in the back of Kristin's mouth.

Kristin wanted to spit it out and throw up, but Jason had warned her to swallow it all, and she did. When she swallowed, Jason's cock endured a slight tug which sent him over the edge, causing him to emant a deep "ooohhhh" before rolling out from under Kristin.

Eyes heavy, Jason layed back flat on the bed and thought. She obviously had a room mate, but where was she... Work wouldn't miss her or even think her disapearance odd, most likely. He thought some more, and gave in to his urge, reminding him self to be cautious.

He thought for a moment:

If I ask her where her room mate is, she'll get worried... but... if I ask her if she has a boy friend, she'll think it's just something to do with what just happened....

"Do you have a boy friend?" She was a silent for a moment thinking, and then answered. "No."

He believed her; she had no reason to lie, but he had to make sure of one more thing.

"So do you afford this place all by your self?"

"No." She sounded defeated.

"Where's your room mate?" He looked at her clock on a night stand a few feet away. "It is 2 AM after all."

Kristin thought a moment. If she said she was gone to visit her parents, no telling what this strange man would do, but he had a point... it was 2AM, and she wasn't home.

"She works the night shift at the club." She lied easily and convincingly having learned to do that from her job long ago, but Jason knew better.

Leaving her tied, Jason put on his boxers and went to explore her house. He flicked on her hall light, and walked into the living room. He noticed another door than the front door or the kitchen door, but decided he would explore there last.

Kristin laid on her bed helplessly, allowing her eyes to clothes even though she wasn't tired at all.

Jason walked through the kitchen and found a backdoor before returning to the living room. He opened the mystery door casually, knowing the house was empty, and his thought was confirmed as the generic characteristics of a bed room jumped out at him. There were a few pieces of clothes strewn around the room, but over all it was clean. He looked around for any sign of what he was hoping. He opened a drawer beside the bed and saw a black, lacy bra. He counted the bras on the floor, and looked around for more. No girl could survive with just two bras: she had to be out of town, but he wanted to be sure. He opened the sliding closet door and looked around. There was a suitcase size gap at the top of the closet.

He didn't know how long she would be out of town, but he knew Kristin would have used her arrival as a bargaining chip if she would return quickly. He decided to try to use that knowledge against her, walking back to her room.

"So when did your room mate leave?" She visually examined the question, her face moving slightly before deciding it was a harmless enough question. "Yesterday." He thought for a moment. She left two bras and most likely had atleast 5, probably more if she really was a stripper, but he doubted the validity of her previous claim. "At least 3 days?" He thought to him self.

He could take her back to his place and do what ever he wanted with her for three days. She was a stripper in college, meaning her relationship with her parents was most likely a suffering one, she had no boy friend, and her room mate was gone... Who would miss her?

He would have to transport her in his car, so it should've been safe to keep her naked, but he had learned to be prepared in the army, so he looked around for some clothes. He saw a plaid skirt and a white T shirt that resembled a schoolgirl out fit perfectly, and he walked over to it. "Is this one of your sexy stripper outfits? You know I love when you strip... especially when you lean over and show me your perfect pussy and ass..."

He laid the shirt out flat on the bed and rolled her over onto it. He remembered her arms were tied and didn't want to untie them, so he grabbed a bra instead. He put some sexy black bra on her, and then put the school girl skirt on her.

He put all his clothes back on, and put his wrist through the roll of duct tape, after wrapping the coil of rope around his shoulder.

He carried her over his shoulder to the backdoor and peaked around before running out into the night with her.

He held her on his shoulder with his left arm, and he grabbed his keys out of his pocket with his right hand. He clicked the trunk button and flicked the trunk open when it cracked open a little bit. He set her down in the trunk, curling her body so she would fit, before grabbing a strip of duct tape and putting it over her mouth. He put 2 more pieces of duct tape, hoping they would hold. He would have been worried about air in the trunk or about the duct tape but his house was only about 10 minutes away.

He pulled into the driveway of his small 2 bedroom house and looked around as he approached his trunk. Deciding the coast was clear, he popped his trunk and quickly draped the shirt from Kristin's floor over her face before easily lifting her out of the trunk. He carried her inside and let her fall onto his bed before going out and grabbing the duct tape and rope. He went back inside threw the rope on his couch before going to his kitchen and getting 2 Benadryl. He grabbed a glass of water and went back to his room.

Her eyes screamed as he tore the tape off and showed her the pills. "Just Benadryl. To help you sleep."

He rolled her on her back and set the pills in her mouth before pouring some water in her mouth. She didn't want to sleep at this terrible man's house, but she was afraid of what he would do if she didn't swallow the pills. She swallowed the pills and then squirmed around.

He was horny again from seeing a hot woman tied up on his bed and the rush from the danger having passed, but he was tired too, and the tiredness won. He knew her arms and legs had to be hurting from the bonds, but he rationalized that they were loose, and he couldn't sleep with her untied. He wasn't worried about noise -- anything that would alert a neighbor would easily wake him up, him being a light sleep, and the neighbors' houses all being decently spaced away from his. He took Kristin's bra and skirt off and laid her on the right side of his king sized bed before going to the kitchen and taking a Benadryl him self, knowing he would never be able to sleep with the excitment and hotness of that night.

He climbed into his bed naked and pulled the covers over him, laying there a moment before getting up and flipping Kristin on to her stomach. His hard cock just wouldn't die down, so he would have to please it. He got back on his bed, and pulled the covers back over him self and Kristin. Kristen felt mortified inside as Jason's entire 9 inch cock slid into her tight pussy.

Kristin's arms were mashed painfully against her back and into his chest as he reached under her and grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing them as his lower body pumped his cock in and out of her pleasure hole. The soft down comforter felt good on Jason's bare back, protecting him from the cold air, as he plunged in and out of Kristen over and over again. Jason sat up and let the comforter fall back as his body became almost perpendicular to Kristin's body. His hands sank into the bed as he put one on each side of her ass and began furiosly pumping in and out in and out of her tight pussy. His cock convulsed about 6 or 7 times, each time emptying a load into Kristin, as he came deep in her pussy, laying down on her once he began cumming. He rolled to the left off of her, and rolled her on her side so she wouldn't have to sleep with her neck awkwardly turned all night. Still naked, Jason got behind Kristen and wrapped his arm around her, grabbing her breast as he fell asleep, already thinking of ways he would fuck her tomorrow, most of the ways involving fucking her virgin ass.

Kristin tried to fight the tiredness, but her 125 pounds didn't help her as the Benadryl kicked in. She fell asleep feeling sick inside and thinking she might throw up.

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Jason woke early as he always did. He looked at the clock: 7AM... early for a Saturday. He was laying on his stomach looking to the left, and he turned his head to the right. The memory of last night flowed back into him, and he woke up in an instant.

He looked at his naked captive for a moment. She laid still in his bed on her back. He admired her tan body and her 36D tits which looked big on her 5'3'' petite frame. He couldn't see her ass, but he knew it was like perfection was looking into a mirror as well. It looked tight and soft, making you just want to grab a handful of it.

Not waking, Kristin groaned as Jason turned Kristin onto her side. Luckily she was in a soft S shape or she would have fallen from being unable to balance due to the ropes around wrists and ankles. Her arms had to be hurting from being slept on tied behind her all night, but some how she didn't wake up. Jason untied her ropes, and she still didn't wake up. She must have been a heavy sleeper.

Jason reached over and under her now untied body, and he let his hands slide all over her, covering her from her head to her toes as he explored her tits and every hidden cove created by her structure.

She woke up during this, but his hands softly going over her body felt good, and she had forgotten where she was and how she got there. She moaned softly almost like a purr as she was still half asleep and his hands continued exploring her.

Still laying on their sides, Kristen smiled a little as Jason's nine inch cock slowly slid in her pussy. Kristen woke up a little more, and suddenly she realized where she was. She screamed, but Jason had been expecting it, and a hand clamped roughly over her mouth.

"No one will hear you scream.... Now be quiet and don't move, unless you wanna help." Jason whispered it roughly in her ear, still under sleep's heavy spell.

Kristin began crying as the reality of the situation hit her. Jason slowly slid back out of her pussy, and he felt her soft, fleshy walls pull back on him. He slid into her slowly again, not wanting to exert much effort while he was still in this half asleep stage.

Jason rolled backward and pulled Kristin over on top of him, his cock sliding out.

His hand snaked between his and her right leg as he positioned his cock back at her pussy. He slowly slid in, the smell of Kristin's hair pleasing him. His arms were bent at the elbow and running between Kristin's arm and side to grab her tits and squeeze them as he slid her back and forth on him self, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

He ran his hands down her body for a moment causing her to shiver before he began rubbing her clit. He fucked her slowly like this for a moment and then whispered harshly in her ear, "Ride me."

She had been crying a little still and honestly hadn't heard him. "I said ride me!" He squeezed her tit really hard, causing her to almost cry out in pain.

She sat up and began impaling her self on his cock as she moved her self up and down. He liked looking at her ass in its perfection, and he liked when she leaned forward and he could see him self in her pussy, but he wanted to see her from the front so he could see her face as she shamefully fucked him. "I like watching your fine ass, but turn around. I wanna see your face."

She slid off Jason sideways and turned around before straddling him again.

Her face was red with tears as she lowered her self on his cock, giving him so much pleasure. She was riding him straight up and down to keep her distance, but her legs became tired, and she had to lean forward, putting an arm on each side of him. He grabbed her arms and positioned her hands on his chest, each hand covering a nipple. She slid up and down his pole for a few minutes, and Jason might as well have been in heaven. He began to near cumming and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her breasts onto his chest. Her arms flopped to the side as he began pounding in and out of her as fast as he could, his legs now bent into a triangle so he could push. Her tits acted as a balancing point as her body slid back and forth along his, her pussy wrapping around Jason's cock massaging it as he continued his ferocious pounding.

"Ohhh!" He moaned and continued humping for a moment as he came in her, each spurt feeling so good he felt like he might not be able to stand it if it felt any better.

He rolled her off himself bound her feet and legs. He got an old white T-shirt and tore it into a thick strip to gag her with. He tied it behind her head, and content with his handy work, he got dressed and went to pick up some things.

He went and got some breakfast. Realizing how weird it was to be there at 9 AM on a Saturday, Jason pulled into the parking lot of a store whose tag line was 'adult toys'. He parked around back hoping no one would see him even though his car wasn't very identifying, and he quickly slipped in the door. The store was dark, and a few pink and purple flourescent lights spot lighted a few 'adult toys' in random areas of the store. The cute female clerk gave him a weird look kind of like, "Why are you here at 9AM?" but still greeted him with a practiced "Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" Jason thought it was kind of weird how casual she was about the store, but he figured it was her job to be casual about it. He thought, "I guess it wouldn't be nice to be like 'Hi welcome to this dirty shop you sex toy connoseuor'."

"Uhmm I think I can find it."

"Ok." Normally she would have asked what he was looking for, but she was still tired and didn't really care.

He walked around the outter aisle closest to the door and found some rubbery dildos. He looked at them and picked one up glad the clerk couldn't see him as it flopped around for a moment. He walked down one of the three middle aisles when he saw it had lubricants for half the aisle. He looked at the different lubes and grabbed a jar of plain jelly lubricant and some 'KY Warming Sensations', looking forward to seeing how that would feel. He kept walking around and saw a whip and handcuffs. He thought that could be kind of interesting, and he looked at the price. $50. It was a lot, but he was happily willing to pay it since he liked the idea of hand cuffing Kristin to something and whipping her. He saw vibrators a few feet down the aise and decided he might as well get one, grabbing a large 10inch purple one.

He set the gear on the counter and the clerk laughed a little saying, "Gonna have some fun?"

"Yes, yes I am." Jason answered, planning on keeping his word.

[theman]

Jason smiled at the pretty clerk as he left the store, wondering if she had been flirting with him.

He drove back home and grabbed his toys before going inside his house. He threw the plastic bag full of stuff on the bed, and he took off his all of his clothes except his plaid boxers.

Kristin was rolled over to look at the toys as Jason detailed what he was going to do with them:

"Hmm to begin with, I think I'll hand cuff you to something. Then I'll make you scream as I whip you...." He paused a moment and thought. "After all that's done, I think I'll lube up and explore the one hole you have left." Kristin heard that and died a little inside. She had no problem with sex, and she liked it when it was consensual and romantic, but she had never even let a guy near her asshole. That was just nasty, she thought. Also, that would hurt like hell.

Jason thought about what he could handcuff her to for a moment. The wooden table in his kitchen would move around too much, and he didn't have a stair rail or any exposed pipes.... He continued thinking and finally thought of how he would constrain her. He untied her and dragged her towards his kitchen, grabbing the handcuffs as he went. His kitchen was fairly fancy with dark cabinets and knock off granite counter tops. It had a large open area with an island in the middle, and then a bar wrapped around it, seperating it from his living room. The bar was held to the cabinets by small ornate metal bars. He marched Kristin to one of these bars and hand cuffed one of her hands, sliding the hand cuffs behind the bar before he hand cuffed the other one. This would work perfectly. It even held her head down so her nice ass stuck into the air.

He went back to his room and grabbed his toys before bringing them to the kitchen and setting them on the bar above Kristin's head.

Jason's cock was rock hard as he grabbed the solid black leather whip. The whip had small leather straps extending from a solid, round, long handle.

Kristin felt exposed and vulnerable as he head was held level to her waist because of her hands. She also felt vulnerable because of her pussy and ass were open to sight and access. A sharp string plagued Kristin's back as Jason flopped his demonic whip down onto her back slowly, letting it rest on her back a second before he repeated it. Kristin's back continuously stung after Jason had whipped her for a minute. He slapped her ass with his hand and squeezed it, his cock throbbing wanting out as he did so. He smacked her firm ass cheeks a few times with the whip leaving a few tiny, bright red lines, but soon got bored and wanted to pleasure him self.

Jason had always thought ass holes were nasty, but he had wanted for a long time to feel the tight taboo wrapped around his cock as a girl screamed out in pain from being violated in her tightest and dirtiest hole. As Jason was wondering if he should have bought a ball gag incase Kristin started screaming from the pain, Kristin began thinking of what was soon to come. She dreaded him even toughing her ass hole. She thought it was gross and disgusting. When she looked past the nastiness, she foresaw the extreme pain she would endure. The first time she had sex, the guy was gently as slowly entered her as she contorted her face from the soft pain of his cock sliding in her wet pussy, but after a little while, all the pain faded and all that was left was the pleasure of him sliding over and against all of her nerves. She thought about anal sex. There was no getting used to that, especially when she knew Jason would want to fuck her as hard as he wanted. A few of the guys she had been with had wanted to fuck her pretty ass, but she wouldn't let any of them even when they offered to start slow with small dildos or just their cock heads until it stretched out to fit their cocks.

Jason walked behind Kristin and examined her sexy body. Her smooth back ran into her perfect ass nicely. Kristin had to keep her female parts hairless for her stripper shows and that involved all parts of her ass. Some of the strippers prefered to leave some hair over their pussies -- they claimed some guys went for that -- but Kristin figured it was easier to just get rid of all the hair in the region. The first time Jason went to the strip club and saw Kristin lean over, holding the pole, her head even with her thighs except two feet infront of them, he knew he wanted to fuck her ass.

"Ever let a guy fuck your ass?" Jason wasn't surprised when he got a blatant no. "Well, why not? Some chicks think it feels good after they get used to it."

"That's sick, you fucked up pervert!" Jason grabbed the whip but sat it back down since in all honestly it seemed kind of nasty to him at first too. "Aww you don't want my cock up your tight ass hole?" She didn't answer. "I can't wait till your tight ass is wrapped around my cock as I pump in and out of your ass causing you to cry out in pain and shame."

Jason glanced at the too jars of lube for a moment before grabbing the KY Warming Sensations bottle. He pulled his boxers down and kicked them aside before smearing a glob of the lube on his rock hard cock. The 'warming sensations' worked their magic on his cock right away. The feeling reminded him of when he sucked on peppermints. The cold lube claimed its place on Kristin's tight asshole as Jason squeezed out a large blot of it straight onto her. He thought he should probably push the lube into her, but he couldn't think of a way how to do it. He thought for a moment before grabbing the floppy dildo off the counter and coating it in a thin film of lube. Kristin squealed inside as the round head of the dildo rested itsself on her hole. Pain shot around her asshole when Jason crammed the dildo about 3 inches into her ass in one fluid movment, uttering, "Damn that'll feel good!"

Her ass seared as Jason slid the dildo to four inches inside of her mercilessly. He slid the dildo back and forth an inch and a half a few times before pulling it out of her ass and setting it on the bar top. He rubbed some more lube on his cock before lining up to her tight asshole. The peppermint feeling renewed, Jason pushed his cock against Kristin's tight hole holding her love handles, but his cock bent in half towards the base. He held his cock straight with his left hand.

Kristin felt disgusted, shamefull, and neglected as Jason slowly inched into her ass. Once his head got inside the pain began. Her skin felt like it was ripping, but Jason continued to push in her. By the time Jason's cock rested fully in Kristin's ass, she felt like her ass was on fire. Jason inched back two inches before slowly sliding back into her. He slid back out a little more this time and slid back in a little faster. He stopped all the way in her and leaned over getting close to her ear. "Do you like my cock in your tight ass hole?" She was silent and tears began to steam down her cheeks. Jason grabbed the vibrator from above Krisin's head, keeping his throbbing cock in her ass, and turned the base of it. It's hum filled the air as he slid it in Krisin's pussy. He could feel it swiftly vibrating through the thin membrane that stood between the vibrator and his cock.

Jason continued slowly pumping in and out of Kristin's ass, the tightness feeling like he was squeezing his finger in the palm of his other hand as hard as he could. The vibrator felt amazing mixed with the lubricant and the tightness, and Jason knew he wouldn't last long. Kristin cried out in agony as Jason began pounding in and out of her nearing ejaculation.

Jason grabbed her love handles and pulled her onto him as he slammed into her pushing her forward. He slammed in and out of her over and over again until the familiar feeling of his cock begining to throb surfaced. Jason grabbed the bar top and slammed in and out of Kristin's ass letting his cock almost slide out before swiftly cramming it back into her violently. He moaned deeply as he came in her ass, the vibrator still humming vigorously. He stepped back as his cock became half hard and let the vibrator fall out of her pussy.

[Cole32]

great story Man.

[theman]

Thanks for the feedback. I hate writing a story and no one saying anything good or bad. lol

(P.S. Oooo this got stickied? Awesome!)

[rapemehowuwant]

Wow! That was HOT! Thankyou for writting....i felt her shame and humiliation throughout the entire story...Mmmmmmm
You can write me a story anytime...
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kelly

[NoTrouble]

HOT HOT HOT story. please do continue

[theman]

Both of you, thanks for your feed back. I love when people like my stories. It makes it feel worth writing them. It's a big part of why I write, so once again, thanks ;p.

[NoTrouble]

you are welcome. I like contributing thoughts as well. I like how her quietness has contributed to the story, since when she does talk her fear is clear and that she's violated, not-participating or making things 'easier' on herself. The rape is that much sweeter this way.

[theman]

Hmm nice to hear some thoughts....

I got into a writing mood earlier, which is becoming increasingly rare these days, so I wrote a continuation of this story. The continuation is quite long as I worked on it on and off all day once I got home from work. (Boring Fridays woot woot)

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Kristin sat on the ground with the cold tile stinging her legs and butt as Jason moved around behind her. She looked back to see what he was doing, and she was happy to see him getting dressed.

"Know what?" Jason said it lightly when Kristin looked back at him, and she kept looking, wondering what he was going to say.

"I think I might fuck just your ass now!"

Her ass still stung from moments before, and she cringed.

An idea had popped into Jason's head while he was getting dressed, and he tied Kristin's legs and gagged her before leaving. Soon her legs were asleep and, her arms hurt from being held in the air.

Jason shot down the road in his car, and soon he was in front of the sex toy shop he had gone to before. He walked in on a mission, half hard from the thoughts he was entertaining, and the same lady from in the morning greeted him: "You're back already?"

He casually said yeah, and she said, "You must be having some fun then," winking slightly while she said it. He agreed but mentally noted only he was having fun -- not Kristin. She wouldn't have any fun for a long time.

Jason wondered around the dark store for a while before the clerk finally asked him if he was looking for something in particular. He didn't like depending on other people, even if it was just to find something in a store, but he had been looking for almost 10 minutes and had no idea where it could be. "Yeah.... Do you carry stripper poles?"

She told him they carried portable ones, but none that were meant to be mounted permanently. He was fine with that, and she led him over to a small corner. She leaned down and pointed to a long box before saying, "This is the only one we have right now."

He said that was fine, and the started walking to the checkout counter together. In the middle of checking out, the clerk -- Tammy, he had just noticed her name tag -- asked if had a special lady he was getting it for. He thought for a moment, and laughed a little as he said "Yeah, but it's really more for my self." She laughed too and handed back his credit card. "Come back if you need anything else!" She shouted as he walked out the door toting the heavy box, and he waved saying he would.

He sped on the way home so much that he had to nearly slam his breaks when he saw a cop. He took the box into his living room and pulled Kristin in there before opening it and trying to figure out how it assembled. She squirmed on the ground with a ball gag in her mouth, her legs tied together and her arms hand cuffed behind her back with shame and anger in her eyes watching him try to put it together. Once he got both parts of the pole out of the box it made a little more sense. He fit the pieces together and held it between the floor and the ceiling. It was a foot shorter than his 8 foot ceiling almost, but he already had figured out how to finish the job at that point. Like a shower curtain rod, it expanded when he turned it, and soon, it was wedged tightly between the carpeted floor and the ceiling. Turning the pole against the ceiling had rubbed some point astray, but it was worth it, he concluded as he stepped back to look at his handy work.

After pushing and pulling on the pole to make sure it was sturdy, he ran back to his room and grabbed Kristin's bra off the floor before returning to untie her legs. He made her stand up, and he took out her gag.

"You get to strip for me now!"

"Fuck you."

He slapped her hard across the face, and she fell onto the floor, screaming as her arms were pinned under her painfully. He half heartedly kicked her in the side causing her to cough and struggle for air for a moment before pulling her back onto her feet. "If you try to run, I'll cut your legs off and feed you still half alive to my neighbor's dog." Somehow she doubted he would actually do that, but based on the beating for backtalk, she knew he would punish her some how if she tried to escape and failed.

He started to run back to get her skirt, but had a better idea. He stripped down naked putting his clothes down on the ground. His hard cock flopped around as he leaned over holding his boxers open for her to step into them. She swayed since her arms being tied impaired her balance, but he pulled the boxers up after she stepped her left leg into them too. She felt happy to be covered for the first time in a while, but she still felt like she was naked as he untied her arms, pressing his warm body against her letting his cock poke into her back. He sat down on the couch and waited for her to begin.

She just stood stupidly for a moment like a deer caught in headlights, and he said, "Well?"

She had finally gained clothes; she didn't want to take them right back off.

She rubbed her previously handcuffed wrists for a moment before pushing on the pole to make sure it would hold her weight. Still testing, she jumped on the pole to make sure it really was strong enough. It held fairly firm, so she hopped back off of it and began. Jason exersized his combatant will power as he sat perfectly still resisting urges to comfort his raging cock with his hand. Kristin turned to face him, making sure not to make eye contact, and she slid down the pole. She slid around it as she stood up, and then she did a complex spin move leaving her holding the pole with one leg wresting on her other leg and one arm holding the pole, leaving her extended like a ship's sail. Jason looked at her breasts through her bra hungrily as she sat like that for a moment. She let her legs drop to the ground, and she continued spinning. She kept procrastinating removing clothes, but after a minute or two Jason finally commanded that she remove her bra. She didn't employ any tricks-of-her-trade as she exposed her breasts. She just turned around so he saw her back and took her bra off. Her tits swung as she spun around the pole, and she repeated her first move where she crouched down on the ground holding the pole above her head with her arms fully extended. Jason stared at her tits while she did that causing his cock to literally twitch, and after she got up, he told her to remove the boxer shorts too. She complied as she stood in front of him, and she could see his cock twitch when she threw them to the side.

She spun around the pole finally naked, and he watched her closely. She wrapped her legs around the pole hovering in the air and arched her back holding the pole with one hand before air humping it for a moment, rubbing her crotch up and down the pole and leaving her tits with a nice view.

"Come here." Jason was bored with watching. It had been a good idea, but now he just wanted to fuck the hell out of her. She stood a few feet away from him, and he grabbed her arm to pull her closer. He turned her around so that her ass was facing him, shifted a little more forward on the leather couch so that his knees made a perfect 90 degree angle with the floor, and he told her to ride him. She was glad he didn't make her face him, but she thought for a moment about the best way to go about it. She crouched down looking behind her and bracing her self on the bed. She sat on Jason's cock pushing it flat to his stomach for a moment before hovering in the air just above it. She held it up and let her self drop back down onto it. She groaned as she painfully stuffed his 9 inch cock inside of her self. She tingled with anticipation for a moment seeing whether or not he was going to stick to his anal-only word. Luckily for her, he didn't object to being in her pussy.

She felt like she was betraying her self as she began grinding back and forth on him. Their pelvises grated together as she slid forward and back letting her self rest down on him the entire time. Jason enjoyed the feeling of his cock being pushed around inside her pussy when she moved, and he laid back with his eyes closed.

Her legs began to fall asleep so she shifted positions. She put a hand on each of Jason's strong thighs and began pushing her self up and down causing Jason's cock to nearly slip out and then go deep back into her. He was glad he didn't have to instruct her much. It meant she was giving in. It ment she knew he was in control. She knew he was his whore. She didn't go entirely down on his cock since 9 inches was massive to fit in her pussy, but she still went down a good 6 or so inches, letting his cock lightly hit against her cervix, giving Jason tons of pleasure.

She continued her new method for a minute or two before Jason motioned for her to stop. He told her to turn around and continue. She stood up and turned around before sitting back down on his cock. Now, she leaned forward on the couch to support her self, and her tits hung in front of Jason's face. As his cock continued to be massaged, he squeezed and licked at her tits. He twisted her nipples back and forth, squeezed her, and rubbed all over her tits as she slid up and down.

Eventually, he stopped messing with her tits, placed his hands on her ass cheeks, and began humping with her. His cock began to convulse, and he leaned his head back. His entire body filled with the extasy emanting from his cock as he shot his load into her. He kept humping for a moment but eventually stopped. Kristin climbed off of him and began to redress, but Jason said, "Leave your clothes off." He sat on the couch out of breath and light headed for a moment and then stood up going to the kitchen. He dragged Kristin along with him, and when they got to the kitchen, he told her she could eat what ever she wanted.

Kristin thought it was odd that her rapist simply gave her free reign of his kitchen and food, but she was too hungry to overthink it. She looked around almost forgetting she was naked she was so hungry. She hadn't eaten since the night before, and it was around 12:30.

"What are you looking for?" Jason asked in a casual tone.

Kristin turned around to look at him and quickly twisted her head up since she had been face level to his naked crotch. "A sandwhich or something." He pointed her to the cabinet that the bread was in, and she looked around for something in the fridge. She found turkey, got a paper towel from a stand on the counter top and began making a sandwich. Jason walked beside her, grabbed two pieces of bread from the bag, reaching across her body, and made a sandwich too. He sat down beside Kristin at the table, and he tried to start a conversation. It seemed weird to Kristin that he was a normal person too. He asked normal things, and said normal things. She had thought of him as a hungry beast taking what ever it wanted, but found he had a normal side too when they started talking.

"How old are you?"

"22." She stared down at her sandwich and barely made a sound as she answered. She felt like she was on trial or something.

"So how does a 22 year old end up a stripper?"

She looked up from the sandwich for a brief second, and a Jason could've sworn he saw a small smile. She looked up and made eye contact for a moment.

"Money."

Jason looked at her questioningly.

"I couldn't pay some bills... a friend gave me an idea...."

Jason sat for a moment thinking.

"Your parents cut you off?"

"Yeah."

"So did mine.... Kicked me out of the house at 17 because they found some pot...." Kristin glanced up for a second. "I wondered around for a while.... I kinda wondered between friends houses, but eventually I joined the army...." Jason took a bite of his sandwich. "Then this Iraq shit started, and I got stuck there for 4 years...." They made eye contact for a second, and Jason laughed a little. "I could rape you all day there and never get caught." Kristin glanced back down quickly, and stared at her sandwich. With his mouth full Jason spoke: "You really are beautiful." Kristin kept staring at her sandwich.

"Why don't you do private shows?" Kristin looked up and thought for a moment.

"I like to have boundries," she replied.

"Uh huh... Guess I kinda broke those." He laughed again. She didn't like that laugh. It was deattached, like a joke only he got.

They both finished eating their sandwiches. "You can take a shower if you want." She looked at him dubiosly. "It's through my room. There should be towels in there."

Kristin got up and left the room quickly. After a few minutes, Jason went back to join her. She looked surprised when he pulled the curtain aside. He had to use a credit card jammed in the door to get it open. When he stepped in the shower, Kristin stepped back and tried to cover her tits with one arm and her pussy with the other. Jason grabbed a bar of soap and soaped up his hands before massaging Kristin's tits. The massaging eventually turned into mauling, and soon his cock was rock hard, and he was hungry again -- this time in a different way.

He grabbed her head with both hands like a fortune teller grabs a crystal ball and he told her to suck him. He forced her head towards the ground as he stepped back, and she leaned down submissively.

He held his cock straight with one hand, and he pushed her head forward with the other. She parted her lips like his little whore and reclosed them around his cock head. He pulled his head towards him and moaned as the moist warmness consumed his cock.

Jason's long, thick dick filled her mouth much to his fulfillment, and he felt like messing with her. He pulled her head all of the way to the base of his cock, and she began choking and coughing, vibrating his cock blissfully. He held her there for a few seconds and then let go of her head. She looked up at him with watery eyes as she gasped for air, coughing and spitting everywhere. He laughed a little and guided her head back to his tool.

As the warm shower water hit Jason's back, shoulders and butt, and Kristin's warm mouth covered other parts of him, Jason moaned, encompassed in surreal elation. Her head bobbed forward and back, back and forward for a few minutes, and Jason thought about fucking her -- maybe ever her unbelievably tight ass again -- but decided to let her suck him off. As he felt his precum mix with Kristin's saliva and his cock become more tender, he began thrusting in and out of her mouth while continuing to guide her head. He humped for a long while until finally, his legs almost buckled from the pure extasy that shot through him. He leaned over, his leg muscles tightened almost painfully, and his mouth opened in a wide circle to echo a moan as his cum shot deep into her throat. As she swallowed, it was a like a vacuum cleaner from heaven tickling every nerve on his senative cock-head.

He let go of her head and she stood up shyly. She swallowed a few times trying to get the cum feel out of her throat. Jason washed his body and his short hair. He briefly washed Kristin, mainly scrubbing her pussy and tits, letting his hands and fingers go in and all over them, before stepping out of the shower and drying off.

He went out into his room and looked in his underwear drawer, putting on the first thing he found which was boxer briefs. He layed on his bed face up with his arms spread wide and soon drifted into a light sleep, tired from getting barely any sleep the night before.

Kristin scrubbed her self for a long time, trying to get Jason off of her. Also, he didn't seem to be bothering her now, so she figured she was safe in there for the time being.

Eventually, the water turned ice cold, and after drying off slowly, she opened the door timidly. Peeking through a small slit in the door, she thought maybe this could be her chance to escape, but as she walked to the door of Jason's room, he woke from his light sleep and asked her playfully where she thought she was going.

"I..." She thought for a minute. He cut her off. "Come here." She looked at the door nostalgically -- She had almost made it! "Lay by me."

She crawled onto the bed on the opposite side of Jason and laid down on her back awkwardly. He got beside her and poked her in the side motioning for her to lay sideways. Still half asleep, he pushed his boxer shorts against her butt, reached around her and grabbed a handful of tit with his right hand, and took a deep breath of her wet hair before drifting back to sleep with her warm body meshed against his.

Kristin laid there awkwardly. She wanted his cold hands off of her. She wanted to be somewhere -- anywhere -- else. Not tired at all, she stared at the wall for a few minutes, and then she saw a clock on his wooden, L-shaped desk. 2:22.

Time slowly ticked by, and it seemed like it had been an hour when she looked back at the clock, and it read 2:35. Only 13 minutes? She thought. She laid for another hour -- Only 2:46? -- before shifting around. His body followed her curve to spoon her no matter how she moved, and his hand held her breast tightly, even finding it again when she tried to push it off. She wondered what he was dreaming about when she felt his suttle buldge grow hard, his hand tighten, and his body move closer as he mumbled in his sleep. She kept wondering how deeply he was sleeping, but everytime she would try to move, he would follow her movements.

She looked at the clock: 3:02. Surely, She thought, exasperated, He's in a deep sleep now... But, no. When she tried to get out from under his arms, either he partly woke up or he was getting to the good part of his dream. His left arm some how found its way under her side so that he was then grabbing both of her tits, and his lower body shifted so his left leg was on the bed and his right leg hung partially over her legs. His barely covered, rock-hard cock pushed against her lower butt and butt cheek depending on how he was shifting, and she wished was wearing some clothes.

She remembered one of her boyfriends. Adam.... They had mutally broken up about 3 and a half months previous when she announced her stripper intentions. When she explained that she needed money, he asked her why they didn't just move in since they slept at each others houses almost every night anyway, and she answered that she didn't want her parents thinking she was just some sluttly girl who couldn't even support her self, but that wasn't the real reason. Their physical relationship was great, but sometimes she thought he didn't care about her as much as she should, and she figured that excuse was easier than trying to explain that.

When they slept together, ge would get right up against her with his arm around her, usually with his hand resting on her breast. Sometimes they would both sleep naked after they had just fucked or taken a shower together (which 9 times out of 10 involved fucking), but usually he slept in gray boxer briefs like Jason was wearing, and she slept either naked or in panties. When she would wake in the middle of the night needing to use the restrooom or just sleeping badly, he would be wrapped around her, half the time with his cock poking into her, and his hand would be clamped tightly to her breast. Over time she had mastered the art of picking his arm slowly up off of her and getting softly off of the bed, leaving him resting.

She laid there for a few more minutes being molested by Jason as he slept, when she finally decided it was either then or never. She was tired of being his giant teddy bear or fuck toy or what ever.

Jason woke up when she moved his arm, but he found it kind of entertaining so he watched her walk to the door wondering if she would see he was awake. When her hand touched the knob, in a fully awake voice -- this time angry, not playful -- he boomed: "And where the fuck are you going?" She shrunk inside like a kid trying to snatch a cookie and turned around blushing.

He rolled off of the bed and stood up, absentmindedly brushing the underbelly his raging cock through his skintight underwear. He shifted his underwear around because it was pinching him before he walked towards Kristin. She thought he was going to hit her at first, but he grabbed the door know and said, "Hungy?" She started following him, but he told her to wait as he backtracked into his room.

He grabbed a wifebeater and a pair of boxers, threw them at her, and told her to put them on, explaining that he "would just fuck her and never get anything done if she stayed naked".

Kristin followed Jason to his kitchen and sat down at the small wooden table when he began looking for food. He looked through the freezer for a minute before pulling out a frozen meal made for two people. He read something on the side of the box and turned on the oven before taking the meal out of the box and sitting down beside Kristin.

She felt much more comfortable with clothes on, but she was still self conscious about her nipples which she could feel poking through the wifebeater.

Jason looked at the table for a moment and popped his knuckles before glancing back at the over. 9 minutes until it would preheat.... He decided he might as well make some conversation.

"Do you have many boyfriends?"

She said she didn't, and Jason asked her if she was just being modest. "In high school I had two different boy friends for two years each, and I had one from when I was about nineteen until about 3 months ago."

Jason said he had a few girl friends in highschool, but hadn't had a chance to have one since he had been on active duty.

"When did you first have sex?" She looked at him for a moment and considered not answering, but for some reason she felt open. "When I was 18... About a month before my last high school boyfriend and I broke up." She sat for a moment wondering if she should dare it, but Jason was waiting for her to ask his story at the same time. "So when was your first?"

He glanced at the oven. 6:52. "Got a blowjob when I was 17. Found some whore downtown about 3 weeks after I moved out of my parents house and told her I would give her $20 if she would suck me off." Kristin glanced up waiting for him to keep talking. "Right after I enlisted, I decided I wanted to go to Iraq not a virgin. I found a decent enough looking whore, at a strip club ironically enough, and fucked her on and off for almost an hour... Cost me almost half of the money I got when I joined up."

4:58. "Did you and your last boy friend fuck much?" Normally Kristin wouldn't answer a question like that. She would feel uncomfortable or maybe even offended, but as she sat half naked infront of Jason who was half naked, she didn't feelt that uncomfortable. Well, she did, but it was from being half naked infront of the man who kidnapped and raped her multiple times, not being asked the question. It was most likely the result of him fucking her many times, even forcing her to do something she had never done before.

"Yeah.... Pretty much every day."

"Damn! Wish I was your boyfriend!" He laughed a little. "Why did you two break up?" Kristin glanced at the oven. 3:22.

She paused for a moment. "Well, I told him I was going to be a stripper... He said it was dirty and below me.... I said I needed the money, and he said if I was going to 'show my tits and pussy' to every 'fucking loser' in the world 'for a buck', then I wasn't good enough for him."

There was an awkward silence. 2:32. Kristin figured she might as well tell the rest of the story. "That was the surface reason... I could've moved into his place, and that would have stopped the money issues, but really I think he stopped liking me. We still fucked all the time, but he didn't seem to care as much about me in the other ways... It could've just been because we had been together so long, but I wanted to get away from him, even if it meant," She paused a moment for dramatic effect, "Showing my 'tits and pussy' to every 'fucking loser' in the world."

Jason laughed a little at the 'fucking loser' part saying that he guessed that made him a 'fucking loser'.

They sat quiet for another moment before the timer went off signifying that the over was hot enough. Jason got up and put the frozen lasagne in the over. He set the timer to 25 minutes and his bulge grew through his boxer-briefs as he began planning.

He walked over to Kristin towering over her and sad "How's your ass feel?" It wasn't a question, it was Jason saying he was going to fuck her ass, and like most statements, she didn't feel a need to answer it.

"25 minutes.... That's enough time for a BJ and a good ass fucking..." Jason mused out loud. "Strip down and suck me for a while." Jason walked to his living room with Kristin following him, and once he sat down she embarrassedly took off the wifebeater and boxers.

Jason stood up with his rock hard cock visible through his boxers and said, "Well?" when Kristin looked at him blankly. She stepped forward and grabbed the elastic strap on the briefs. She pulled them down slowly, and his cock popped out and jutted to the side when she reached a certain point. She slid the boxer-briefs all of the way off down to the floor, and he stepped out of them before he sat back down on the couch. She crawled over to the couch, and he scooted to the edge so that he could stroke her tits while she sucked. She put a hand on each side of him on the couch and slowly leaned forward. One of her hands came forward for a moment to hold his boner up, and then it retracted once her lips were closed around it and she had begun slowly sliding her head down.

She was reminded off a fireman going down a pole as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Neither of them spoke except for Jason's moans of exultation. He laid back on the low backed couch and rested his hands on Kristin's head holding her hair as he began to lead her motions. Once he started to feel his cock get a little tighter, he told Kristin to stop, and he fetched the anal lube previously used.

[theman]

"Here," He tossed her the bottle. She just looked at him. She didn't want to touch her asshole, much less put goo in it. Nasty! She felt insulted, humiliated, like she was being asked to do something below her. Jason laughed weakly and said, "Or I can fuck you dry if you want."

He had noticed her hesitation, and he had realized it was mainly because of humiliation, leading him to tell her to "Face towards the wall, and spread your legs while you lube up."

"Actually," He said, thinking of her fingers being in her ass, "Lube me first." She squirted a copius amount of the warm, tingly lube on his cock before running her hand up and down it a few times to make sure it was spread decently.

She stood up ashamed and spread her legs. She leaned over and balanced with one hand as she opened the lube bottle, holding it against the ground so she could do it one handed. She leaned up for a moment needing to use the other hand, and she spread her legs wider at Jason's request, before continuing to rub the lube over her asshole.

"Oh come on! Really get it in there or it'll hurt!"

She burned with anger. How dare he make her feel that worthless, that violated. But, she complied. She put a glob of lube straight on her asshole and pushed in two fingers as deep as she could.

Jason laid down flat on the couch with his head propped up on a pillow before issuing more commands. "Now come ride me."

She had to ride him too? Damn. Kristin felt humiliated again as she walked over to him and started to straddle him facing away. She aligned his cock to her pussy figuring it was worth a try, and Jason let her get his cock entirely inside of her pussy so that it was pushing against her cervix before he bucked forward hard and demanded to know what the fuck she was doing, going as far as to ask her if she's mentally retarded thinking he would have her lube up her ass for nothing. Once again, he made her feel like shit.

She put a hand on each of his thighs after putting his cock up against her ass, and she slowly lowered her self.

"Is it stretching?" Jason asked with sarcasm in his voice.

The tightness felt like her pussy times ten. The same warm, moistness was there, but this time it was provided by the many times tightered ass tissue. Once she finally impaled her self on his entire cock causing her self much pain, Jason grabbed her shoulders pulling her down on himself. He grabbed both of her tits and pawed them as he pumped lazily in and out of her asshole. He whispered dirty things in her ear like "You like that don't you?" while he fucked her.

Once he got his fill of the slow, deep fucking, he had her get on her knees on the couch facing outward. Her hands were near the back of the couch near the sides of the left and right cushions, and her knees were on the right and left cushions as well, leaving her suspended above the middle cushion. Her head hung down as she waited for Jason to resume.

Jason stood behind her and spread his legs too so that he was level with her ass. He slid into her pussy teasing her. He put his cock head on Kristin's asshole, and he slowly leaned forward. His cock bent slightly under the pressure, but the head penetrated in, and it began slowly sliding. Inch by inch he slowly forced him self in, waiting for her muscles to loosen at each step.

Once he was balls deep in her ass, his demeanor shifted entirely and he slid rapidly out of her so that the bottom circle of his mushroom cock head was just barely in her ass. He slammed back into her, and she screamed in pain. Before it had just been discomfort and random pangs of pain, but now as he barreled in an out of her almost-virgin ass, it felt like it was tearing again. Because of the pain, her ass muslces clenched tightly causing Jason more pleasure and Kristin more pain.

With a slap, he grabbed an asscheek with each hand and began pumping as fast as possible. Her body shifted forward, and she had to move her hands to the backboard of the couch so she wouldn't fall over. His cock had made her ass feel oddly full and stretched, but now it just seared with excrutiating pain. He pumped forward and back unmercifully for almost a minute before finally, his cock began spasming.

Kristin felt his hot cum shoot deep into her ass. The pain was still next to unbearable. He humped her a few more times before stepping back.

He made her lick him clean. It was just a few slides up and down his cock, but Kristin was disgusted. His cock had been in her ass -- Where she shits out of! And he was going to make her lick it! His cock actually wasn't nasty besides a faint smell and the slimy lube, but she still felt humiliated as he watched her lick his cock right after he assfucked her.

As she had been cleaning him, the over timer had gone off, and when she finished, Jason anxiously put on his boxer-briefs and went to take the frozen meal out. He was getting two paper plates and two cokes when Kristin walked in with a slight limp. "Do you want Dr. Pepper or [/i]Coke[/i]?" He had asked her when she walked into the kitchen as he was leaning into the fridge. She looked at the Coke he was already holding and said that was fine. What kind of rapist offers his victims sodas? she pondered as she followed him over to the table.

He brought the lasagne to the table. It was slightly burned around the edges, but overall, it was fairly good. They split it down the middle and both ate for a solid minute before Jason ignited conversation.

"So you and your boy friend," He took a sip of his drink, "He never ass fucked you?"

He had just been raping her, but once again, the tone of the conversation was oddly normal.

"Nope."

"He missed out. Your ass is like rediculously tight." She just looked at him blankly. Was that a compliment or something?

They ate in silence for a minute, and finally Kristin worked up the courage to ask something she had been wondering while trying to block out the pain in her searing ass.

"Why me?"

Jason thought for a moment, chewing a small bite for a long time.

"I guess you were just the unlucky one that I happened to fixate on. I saw you in the club, and I wanted you. I wanted to feel your body... I wanted to feel your mouth, your pussy, and even your ass. It was like my beast side was shining through. I just had to have you."

She asked another thing that had been bothering her: "Aren't you worried about getting caught?"

Jason looked at her thoughtfully for a minute. "What's my name?"

She said she didn't know. "Where are we?" She didn't know again.

"Exactly."

She was shocked at how right he was. She had no idea where they were. No idea who he was. No one had seen him take her, and if he was careful, no one would see her returned.

Jason changed the subject. "Why didn't you and your boyfriend ever anal fuck?"

"I didn't want to. We got wasted a few times and tried, but we never lubed right, so I always ended up backing out."

Kristin looked down at her food then up at Jason after thinking. "Are you going to rape me again?"

Jason chuckled a little. "Am I? Or when? Of course I'm going to!" Kristin sank a little. She had thought they had connected. She thought maybe he was sympathizing with her, but no... He was just having a conversation out of boredom. "I don't know what or when we'll go next.... I plan on fucking your ass a lot more, but you also give amazing head..."

He planned some more and spoke again after drinking the rest of his Coke. "I'll probably take you home tomorrow. Roommate left two bras. I would think she has more than 5, but I would like to be safe." He took a bite, and chewed it thinking again. "Even if she does return tomorrow, I just plan on dropping you at the end of your neighborhood, so if she's home it doesn't matter. And, she wouldn't realized you had been gone very long even if I took you home at like midnight." Jason smiled at his own thoughts, but Kristin cringed. Another 24 hours.

[RobinMyRobin]

I've been starting to read the stories and I think this is damn good! Hope you can keep posting more.

[theman]

Thanks for the feedback ;p. Always nice to know what people think of stories.

I rarely read stories after I write them, but I reread this entire story earlier.... I definitely need to revise it. At one point I use two instead of too, and I have spelling mistakes all over the place x.x.

Anyway, glad you liked it. As for keeping posting more, I've been writing a story the past week or so, but I'm planning on finishing it before posting it. Some day I need to get around to finishing this story, but instead of writer's block, it's like I have writer's OCD lol.

(P.S. The writing in this story is kind of bleh.... In my opinion as I write more, I get better at writing, but that's just how I see what I've written.)

[I Am Valid]

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[Tanya]

mmmmm This story is great theman. I love the way you put the thoughts of both victim and rapist into it. Love it how you can feel the victims shame and terror and humiliation, and you can feel the rapists power, and how much he is loving it.,

I haven';t read stories for ages, but last night i was in bed and browsed this site on my mobile and was having a good read in bed and my other hand was....mmmmmm

Was a bit ugh i thought you were going to suddenly get Kristen to start liking it, but you didn't, Lots of writers don't put the thoughts of victim or rapist into it,they just write "he said" and "he did" but i love it when the thoughts are present..

maybe ill go to bed now and read another story....

[theman]

Glad both of you two enjoyed it ;p.

No comments for 2 months and then two of them.... Good day haha.... Checked my porn-email today (I like to think of it as my porn mail) and saw this....

Anyway, I've actually considered the roommate angle. Also, I don't know if he'll ever return her (possibly them). No one has seen them, no one knows who he is, even his name, and they could be prevented from escaping. Then again, every story needs an end.

"Was a bit ugh i thought you were going to suddenly get Kristen to start liking it, but you didn't" I can't stand.... AT ALL.... when stories/porn go that route. In the history of rape, I would bet maybe 1/10000000 people have been like "Oh, you're raping me, but mmmmm I like it," and it ruins the aspects of stories that I like the most.

As for the thoughts/feelings, glad that got across. I was consciously trying to convey their thoughts/feelings, but it's rather difficult.

Just of curiosity, how was the dialogue? Unrealistic? Fake sounding? (I hate when dialogue sounds like it's either not likely to be said like that or like a 90 year old said it.)

I Am Valid:

I'm seriously considering (well.... forgot about this story until 10 minutes ago, so considered) kidnapping the roommate. They could be made to do things to each other, humiliated so on.... Could make a decent story. Oh, your post was very encouraging by the way ;p. Haven't written in a while, but for a second it made me want to write.


I don't know if I'll ever finish this. Lately, my interest in rape fantasy has tapered, and this was not the last story I was working on. (*Start the shameless plug* The most recent story was two 18 year olds kidnapped from their hotel rooms on a senior trip to Mexico. The story from the rapist-victim perspective was based on humiliation, but the victim-victim.... The guy realizes he is going to die anyway and starts having his way with his fellow student. They're locked in a room together all day for months. *End*)

I will probably finish that one before I finish this one (the senior trip one isn't public at all yet, as I'm waiting to get into the victim-victim rape before I post it. [It's like 25 pages long so far and 2 days have gone by x.x.]), but I do like this story. It'll just depend on my mood.

I'm sure no one cares, so I'll stop rambling now. After not posting for 3 months, it just kind of all came out lol.

[zassi]

Now I'm really wanting to get my hands on that kidnap-story that you're working on. Hopefully you'll finish it soon(and this too :P.) Anyway, this has been one freaking hot story to read so keep it going

[theman]

Thanks for the feedback ;p.

Always good to know someone enjoyed a story.

As for the kidnapping story, I haven't worked on it any more, but I have thought about it..... hehe

[AWDracer]

I loved the story. Thanks. I hope you write more OR continue this one (if you can

Thanks again.