A long Walk Home. - Rape Board

Skirt-fun · 12-30-2009, 06:14 AM

He looked at his watch in the light of a street lamp. The light flickered with a strobe like affect. It was 3am in the morning and a cool breeze made the man in the dark coat shiver. The street he was walking along was deserted, not a soul in sight. He was beginig to let frustration get the better of him, as he kicked an empty bottle into the road.

It had been an uneventful night and he feared it would prove to be an unproductive one. Dont get me wrong he had seen people, but all had been groups of men or women, or at the very least couples. Normally he would have selected his prey by now and would be making his plan of attack. He decided to walk along Cemetary Road and if he found no one suitable for his "requirements", he would make his dejected way home.

The gentle creak of his trainers were the only sound to be heard in the dead of night. It was then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of a womans heels, punctuating each step on the footpath. The steady staccato of footfalls he was so familiar with. She was behind him on the other side of the road and he walked quickly into an alleyway and waited for her to pass.

She did not dissapoint in any sense of the word. For a start she was busy with her mobile phone. Thumb stabbing at the keys as she walked along, oblivious to the danger that lurked so close at hand. The glance he had of her face showed her to be young and pretty. Perfect he thought to himself. Glancing furitivly behind, to ensure no one else was following, he detached himself from the shadows and quickly crossed the road. He had done this so many times, it came almost natural. he evaluated the pace of her walk and fell into step, not too slow but just enough that he could catch up with her.

Cemetary Road was a fairly long, winding road that quickly entered a built up area. But before it did, there was an old derelict church and accompanying graveyard set just back from the road. He had to time this perfectly.

As the woman walked onwards, his shoe hit a stone, which rattled into the gutter. "shit" he swore at himself and pulled himself into a gap between the wall and a lamp post. His quarry spun around, a look of fear registering in her eyes.

Amazingly she hadnt seen him and she continued on her way, but was now walking faster. He quickly continued on his way, closing the distance, but ready at any moment to crouch down if she looked again. He saw the keypad on her mobile light up as she dialed a number. It was really becoming decision time.

"Hi its Hazel, when you get this message can you call me back, I need a lift, I know its late, but Im cold, hungry, and out of money thanks bye". Her voice echoed in the cold night air. What a pretty voice he thought, he couldnt wait to here it plead to him

They were now just yards from the old church and he was close enough now to see that she was wearing a short ra ra skirt that fell rhythmically back and forth as she walked. Dark leather boots and her flowery scent filled his nostrills. He felt the dryness in his throat, the light headed sensation, he always felt as he was about to fall upon his victim and the bulging of his pants, as his cock tried to push its way out of his done up flies.

The enterance to the graveyard was now directly ahead, he pulled on his balaclava he had taken from his rucksack and chose his moment. Surging forward he rushed into her one hand over her mouth and the other around her torso. He felt her body stiffen and her scream, stifle on his leather glove.

He saw it as something like a mating dance. He knew what to expect as he had done it so many times. Her hand instintivly came up, trying to prise his vice like grip from her mouth, so she could scream. By this point he pulled her backwards towards the churchyard. Her body twisting and turning attempting to break free. Her boots cutting furrows in the soft ground as she struggled to get her footing. He buried his nose into her long dark hair and breathed in her scent "NO!" he heard her cry out, but it was muffled by the thick leather of his glove.

For a girl with such a slight frame, she struggled with true gusto, but to no avail. He dragged her into the dark recesses of the cemetry. As she tried to break free of her captor he held her close, receiving sublime enjoyment as her struggling body, rubbed and shook violently against his. Well out of site of the road, He threw her to the ground and towered above her.

Initially winded, she looked up at him like a cornered rabbit. Her voice trembled with fear "ppplease dont hurt me, jjjjust let me go I wont tell anyone!"

He smiled to himself under his mask, if she only new how much planning had been involved, the dark lonely nights waiting for the right victim, A soft, sweet pretty girl to ravish in the moonlight. In his dark twisted mind this was in a way romantic. Yet again she begged to be let free. "im a virgin, please let me go!", She was now sobbing, tears making her mascara run. Yes it would be his pleasure and her honour for him to break her in.

Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, he dropped his backpack to the floor, removed his gloves and moved in. She tried to let out a scream, but it died in her throat, replaced with a timid croak.

She tried to propell herself backwards, her boot heels digging into the soft turf for purchase. But it was too late as he was on top of her. Hazel gave out a muffled yelp, trying desperatly to dislodge him. Grabbing first her left wrist, he snapped the handcuff into place. "Oh my god!" "No!" she sobbed. Next her right wrist. Click Now he could concentrate on the job at hand.

Still struggling beneath him, he felt her rubbing unintentionlly against his crotch, flooding his body with pleasure. Grabbing her coat, he ripped it open, revealing her satin top. He ripped it open and using his hunting knife, quickly cut her bra off, revealing her rising and falling breasts. What a fine sight they were so soft to the touch with pert nipples in the cold air. Her wimpering was now turning into a scream. He quickly placed a hand over her mouth and pressed his hunting knife against her cheek. She tried to move her head away, but was pinned down by his sheer bulk.

Fondling her breasts roughly he pulled his now throbbing cock from his pants and roughly grabbed a breast in each hand. He saw with some satisfaction her wince in pain. and placed his cock in between them and pushed back and forth, with a rocking motion. He could feel himself cumming so he stopped.

"Suck my cock bitch," he spat the words like bullets.

"NNNOO! she stammered. He placed the knife against her throat and pulled her up into a kneeling position. He pressed his cock agaist her sealed mouth and this time slapped her hard across the face. She yelped in pain and opened her mouth. He forced his erect length between her sweet lips and then rhythmically moved her head back and forth, making her gag.

Hazel realised that the only way to get this over with was to give in. So she sucked and licked, caressing it with tongue and lips, in the hope of getting this done with.

As he gathered pace he felt the moment of no return arriving, The warmth spread through his body, as his hapless victim struggled to break free. Pushing her head hard against him he felt his seed erupt into her soft warm mouth. He felt her shake and heard her sob. pulling out he clasped her mouth shut and held her nose. "Swallow Hazel" he commanded. She struggled in his strong arms, desperate to get this unwanted substance out of her mouth, but to no avail and she trembled and shuddered as she swallowed.

She lay on the cold grass for a while sobbing uncontrollably. The man had gone but promised to return. Her hands were bound and she now found herself in the abandoned church were the vile man had left her. Her mobile vibrated in her pocket, but handcuffed to a rail in the old church and with a gag on there was nothing she could do about it.

After what felt an age, she heard footsteps, it was heading towards dusk and the torch beam shone in her face, made her pupils constrict. She looked on in hope it was the police, or someone coming to investigate, but to her dispair she saw it was no less than her captor.

"Ok time for more fun," came the grating voice. Hazel pulled desperatly at the railing, in a futile attempt to free herself but to no avail. Removing a key from his pocket he unlocked the handcuffs.

She was off before he had time to grab her, but he was quickly in persuit and dragged her to the floor and pulled her kicking and sobbing back into the church. "I will have to punish you for that" he growled, although it struck her that he liked playing with her. Letting her nearly escape, to drag her back again, in a cruel game of cat and mouse. She was lying on her tummy and felt so vulnerable.

Pinning her down, he now paid atttention to the lower part of her body. He shon his torch on her floaty black ra-ra skirt and underneath was a pair of sheer tights. smooth and slippery, to the touch. He felt her once again buck and tremble and try desperatly to free herself, but he was too strong for her. He slid his hand up her silky skirt and viciously squeezed her bottom. Marvelous he thought. Pulling off one boot, then the other boot he then pulled off her tights, by the tips, letting them slowly unravel and snake down her now naked and pretty legs.

Once again he pulled out his throbbing member and placed it against her ass. Like a piston he drove his shaft deep into her. She shuddered and tried to scream, he thrust again and again pushing deeper and deeper into her. She sobbed uncontrollably in pain. Flipping her over he forced her legs apart and nestled between her thighs. Looking deep into her eyes, deep into her soul, where only a lover should stare, he forced his way in to her tight vagina. "oh man how tight" he cried. He pushed hard into her and felt her hymen break. She threw her head back and shook uncontrollably. He felt himself become even more arroused and started to thrust rythmically into her in shorter and shorter bursts. Her flimsy skirt bunching up around her thighs, doing nothing to protect her modisty as he deflowered her.

She could feel the pain as thrust after thrust went deep inside her. She felt his cock growing bigger and more firm within. Then he groaned and pushed hard into her as he shot and shot and shot. She could feel his semen filling her up, with each thrust....

At last it was at an end, she just wanted him out of her and as far away as possible.

"Thank me" he whispered, taking the gag out of her mouth and pulling out and buttoning his flies

"What?" She whimpered.

"Thank me for raping you" he replied.

Daylight was now streaming into the church and she just wanted to be free. She turned to look at him, sobbing at this final degrading act.

"Thank you for...." and realised she was alone.

Aussieyobbo · 12-30-2009, 09:59 AM

great story

Skirt-fun · 12-30-2009, 10:35 AM

Cheers!

jwham · 12-30-2009, 09:40 PM

Well written. I like your story, so many stories written has the victim loving her rapist by the time he is done with her. Thanks for keeping it real. + Rep

ahtiz · 02-25-2010, 07:55 PM

Wow! was he a ghost?

Jukria · 02-26-2010, 01:10 AM

good !

neon666 · 03-30-2010, 06:09 PM

Love the story,very written.

12-30-2009, 06:14 AM	#1
Skirt-fun Member Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 67 Reputation: 2897	A long Walk Home. He looked at his watch in the light of a street lamp. The light flickered with a strobe like affect. It was 3am in the morning and a cool breeze made the man in the dark coat shiver. The street he was walking along was deserted, not a soul in sight. He was beginig to let frustration get the better of him, as he kicked an empty bottle into the road. It had been an uneventful night and he feared it would prove to be an unproductive one. Dont get me wrong he had seen people, but all had been groups of men or women, or at the very least couples. Normally he would have selected his prey by now and would be making his plan of attack. He decided to walk along Cemetary Road and if he found no one suitable for his "requirements", he would make his dejected way home. The gentle creak of his trainers were the only sound to be heard in the dead of night. It was then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of a womans heels, punctuating each step on the footpath. The steady staccato of footfalls he was so familiar with. She was behind him on the other side of the road and he walked quickly into an alleyway and waited for her to pass. She did not dissapoint in any sense of the word. For a start she was busy with her mobile phone. Thumb stabbing at the keys as she walked along, oblivious to the danger that lurked so close at hand. The glance he had of her face showed her to be young and pretty. Perfect he thought to himself. Glancing furitivly behind, to ensure no one else was following, he detached himself from the shadows and quickly crossed the road. He had done this so many times, it came almost natural. he evaluated the pace of her walk and fell into step, not too slow but just enough that he could catch up with her. Cemetary Road was a fairly long, winding road that quickly entered a built up area. But before it did, there was an old derelict church and accompanying graveyard set just back from the road. He had to time this perfectly. As the woman walked onwards, his shoe hit a stone, which rattled into the gutter. "shit" he swore at himself and pulled himself into a gap between the wall and a lamp post. His quarry spun around, a look of fear registering in her eyes. Amazingly she hadnt seen him and she continued on her way, but was now walking faster. He quickly continued on his way, closing the distance, but ready at any moment to crouch down if she looked again. He saw the keypad on her mobile light up as she dialed a number. It was really becoming decision time. "Hi its Hazel, when you get this message can you call me back, I need a lift, I know its late, but Im cold, hungry, and out of money thanks bye". Her voice echoed in the cold night air. What a pretty voice he thought, he couldnt wait to here it plead to him They were now just yards from the old church and he was close enough now to see that she was wearing a short ra ra skirt that fell rhythmically back and forth as she walked. Dark leather boots and her flowery scent filled his nostrills. He felt the dryness in his throat, the light headed sensation, he always felt as he was about to fall upon his victim and the bulging of his pants, as his cock tried to push its way out of his done up flies. The enterance to the graveyard was now directly ahead, he pulled on his balaclava he had taken from his rucksack and chose his moment. Surging forward he rushed into her one hand over her mouth and the other around her torso. He felt her body stiffen and her scream, stifle on his leather glove. He saw it as something like a mating dance. He knew what to expect as he had done it so many times. Her hand instintivly came up, trying to prise his vice like grip from her mouth, so she could scream. By this point he pulled her backwards towards the churchyard. Her body twisting and turning attempting to break free. Her boots cutting furrows in the soft ground as she struggled to get her footing. He buried his nose into her long dark hair and breathed in her scent "NO!" he heard her cry out, but it was muffled by the thick leather of his glove. For a girl with such a slight frame, she struggled with true gusto, but to no avail. He dragged her into the dark recesses of the cemetry. As she tried to break free of her captor he held her close, receiving sublime enjoyment as her struggling body, rubbed and shook violently against his. Well out of site of the road, He threw her to the ground and towered above her. Initially winded, she looked up at him like a cornered rabbit. Her voice trembled with fear "ppplease dont hurt me, jjjjust let me go I wont tell anyone!" He smiled to himself under his mask, if she only new how much planning had been involved, the dark lonely nights waiting for the right victim, A soft, sweet pretty girl to ravish in the moonlight. In his dark twisted mind this was in a way romantic. Yet again she begged to be let free. "im a virgin, please let me go!", She was now sobbing, tears making her mascara run. Yes it would be his pleasure and her honour for him to break her in. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, he dropped his backpack to the floor, removed his gloves and moved in. She tried to let out a scream, but it died in her throat, replaced with a timid croak. She tried to propell herself backwards, her boot heels digging into the soft turf for purchase. But it was too late as he was on top of her. Hazel gave out a muffled yelp, trying desperatly to dislodge him. Grabbing first her left wrist, he snapped the handcuff into place. "Oh my god!" "No!" she sobbed. Next her right wrist. Click Now he could concentrate on the job at hand. Still struggling beneath him, he felt her rubbing unintentionlly against his crotch, flooding his body with pleasure. Grabbing her coat, he ripped it open, revealing her satin top. He ripped it open and using his hunting knife, quickly cut her bra off, revealing her rising and falling breasts. What a fine sight they were so soft to the touch with pert nipples in the cold air. Her wimpering was now turning into a scream. He quickly placed a hand over her mouth and pressed his hunting knife against her cheek. She tried to move her head away, but was pinned down by his sheer bulk. Fondling her breasts roughly he pulled his now throbbing cock from his pants and roughly grabbed a breast in each hand. He saw with some satisfaction her wince in pain. and placed his cock in between them and pushed back and forth, with a rocking motion. He could feel himself cumming so he stopped. "Suck my cock bitch," he spat the words like bullets. "NNNOO! she stammered. He placed the knife against her throat and pulled her up into a kneeling position. He pressed his cock agaist her sealed mouth and this time slapped her hard across the face. She yelped in pain and opened her mouth. He forced his erect length between her sweet lips and then rhythmically moved her head back and forth, making her gag. Hazel realised that the only way to get this over with was to give in. So she sucked and licked, caressing it with tongue and lips, in the hope of getting this done with. As he gathered pace he felt the moment of no return arriving, The warmth spread through his body, as his hapless victim struggled to break free. Pushing her head hard against him he felt his seed erupt into her soft warm mouth. He felt her shake and heard her sob. pulling out he clasped her mouth shut and held her nose. "Swallow Hazel" he commanded. She struggled in his strong arms, desperate to get this unwanted substance out of her mouth, but to no avail and she trembled and shuddered as she swallowed. She lay on the cold grass for a while sobbing uncontrollably. The man had gone but promised to return. Her hands were bound and she now found herself in the abandoned church were the vile man had left her. Her mobile vibrated in her pocket, but handcuffed to a rail in the old church and with a gag on there was nothing she could do about it. After what felt an age, she heard footsteps, it was heading towards dusk and the torch beam shone in her face, made her pupils constrict. She looked on in hope it was the police, or someone coming to investigate, but to her dispair she saw it was no less than her captor. "Ok time for more fun," came the grating voice. Hazel pulled desperatly at the railing, in a futile attempt to free herself but to no avail. Removing a key from his pocket he unlocked the handcuffs. She was off before he had time to grab her, but he was quickly in persuit and dragged her to the floor and pulled her kicking and sobbing back into the church. "I will have to punish you for that" he growled, although it struck her that he liked playing with her. Letting her nearly escape, to drag her back again, in a cruel game of cat and mouse. She was lying on her tummy and felt so vulnerable. Pinning her down, he now paid atttention to the lower part of her body. He shon his torch on her floaty black ra-ra skirt and underneath was a pair of sheer tights. smooth and slippery, to the touch. He felt her once again buck and tremble and try desperatly to free herself, but he was too strong for her. He slid his hand up her silky skirt and viciously squeezed her bottom. Marvelous he thought. Pulling off one boot, then the other boot he then pulled off her tights, by the tips, letting them slowly unravel and snake down her now naked and pretty legs. Once again he pulled out his throbbing member and placed it against her ass. Like a piston he drove his shaft deep into her. She shuddered and tried to scream, he thrust again and again pushing deeper and deeper into her. She sobbed uncontrollably in pain. Flipping her over he forced her legs apart and nestled between her thighs. Looking deep into her eyes, deep into her soul, where only a lover should stare, he forced his way in to her tight vagina. "oh man how tight" he cried. He pushed hard into her and felt her hymen break. She threw her head back and shook uncontrollably. He felt himself become even more arroused and started to thrust rythmically into her in shorter and shorter bursts. Her flimsy skirt bunching up around her thighs, doing nothing to protect her modisty as he deflowered her. She could feel the pain as thrust after thrust went deep inside her. She felt his cock growing bigger and more firm within. Then he groaned and pushed hard into her as he shot and shot and shot. She could feel his semen filling her up, with each thrust.... At last it was at an end, she just wanted him out of her and as far away as possible. "Thank me" he whispered, taking the gag out of her mouth and pulling out and buttoning his flies "What?" She whimpered. "Thank me for raping you" he replied. Daylight was now streaming into the church and she just wanted to be free. She turned to look at him, sobbing at this final degrading act. "Thank you for...." and realised she was alone.

12-30-2009, 09:59 AM	#2
Aussieyobbo Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2009 Posts: 132 Reputation: 1691	great story __________________ Rape is just something you do when you don't have to work.

12-30-2009, 10:35 AM	#3
Skirt-fun Member Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 67 Reputation: 2897	Cheers!

12-30-2009, 09:40 PM	#4
jwham Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: USA Posts: 1,007 Reputation: 23285	Well written. I like your story, so many stories written has the victim loving her rapist by the time he is done with her. Thanks for keeping it real. + Rep

02-25-2010, 07:55 PM	#5
ahtiz Junior Member Join Date: Mar 2010 Posts: 0 Reputation: 10	Wow! was he a ghost?

02-26-2010, 01:10 AM	#6
Jukria Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2008 Posts: 123 Reputation: 1771	good !

03-30-2010, 06:09 PM	#7
neon666 Member Join Date: Mar 2010 Posts: 29 Reputation: 285	Love the story,very written.