The Loan Shark ( for Taking it) - Page 4 - Rape Board

01-13-2009, 07:54 PM

Jones pulls away from me-stupidly i feel frightened-have i done something wrong?-and will you punish me further?-such is my mental state i'm in terror that the thing you've forced me to do i haven't done correctly.

He turns and wanks into my face-his cum shooting in jets over me-i close my eyes to avoid the stinging sensation-humiliated as he deposits his load over my face and hair.

It's over his hand and he smears it over me-his gloating face transfixed onto mine-the bottle..now pulled from my sore arse is flung to the floor-and immediately replaced by your hard cock drilling into me with force.

I cry out-i still feel the pain-the hours of rape and abuse has left me no option-every touch-every movement sends a fierce pain shooting through my abused body.

You reach underneath me and subject my breasts to your torturous grip once more-my flesh and nipples savegely pulled and twisted as you take what you want from me-my humiliation is complete-i'm broken in body and mind.

You relentlessly rape me-pounding my stretched arse with abandon-your object to cum is soon filled-i'm left broken on the bed as you grasp my hips..pull me back and fill me with your unwanted seed.

As soon as you do i feel a heavy smack to my quivering cheeks-moving infront of me you take a swig of beer-then empty the rest of the bottle down my abused body-i try desperately not to cry-but it doesn't help-you know you've broken me.

I lay there-not moving-not speaking-not through choice-i just can't do anything-the hours of torture and rape have taken their toll.

I hear you and Jones dressing-murmuring to each other-it sounds muffled i can't pick up what you're saying until you whisper heavily into my ear...'Hope you have the money next week'

The door bangs with a heavy thud as you and Jones leave..

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The following few days......

It took me a day to even move-left curled up in blood and sperm soaked sheets-but move i eventually did-i had to do something-had to move away-i couldn't take it anymore.

I told no one-i left-left my life behind me and as i closed the front door a renewed hope filled my heart-no..i would never recover from my ordeal-yes the face of shaun terry would give me nightmares for years to come-but as i took those steps away from the place i once called home-i hoped it was a step to a future.

01-13-2009, 07:54 PM	#61
Taking it Guest Posts: n/a	Jones pulls away from me-stupidly i feel frightened-have i done something wrong?-and will you punish me further?-such is my mental state i'm in terror that the thing you've forced me to do i haven't done correctly. He turns and wanks into my face-his cum shooting in jets over me-i close my eyes to avoid the stinging sensation-humiliated as he deposits his load over my face and hair. It's over his hand and he smears it over me-his gloating face transfixed onto mine-the bottle..now pulled from my sore arse is flung to the floor-and immediately replaced by your hard cock drilling into me with force. I cry out-i still feel the pain-the hours of rape and abuse has left me no option-every touch-every movement sends a fierce pain shooting through my abused body. You reach underneath me and subject my breasts to your torturous grip once more-my flesh and nipples savegely pulled and twisted as you take what you want from me-my humiliation is complete-i'm broken in body and mind. You relentlessly rape me-pounding my stretched arse with abandon-your object to cum is soon filled-i'm left broken on the bed as you grasp my hips..pull me back and fill me with your unwanted seed. As soon as you do i feel a heavy smack to my quivering cheeks-moving infront of me you take a swig of beer-then empty the rest of the bottle down my abused body-i try desperately not to cry-but it doesn't help-you know you've broken me. I lay there-not moving-not speaking-not through choice-i just can't do anything-the hours of torture and rape have taken their toll. I hear you and Jones dressing-murmuring to each other-it sounds muffled i can't pick up what you're saying until you whisper heavily into my ear...'Hope you have the money next week' The door bangs with a heavy thud as you and Jones leave.. ------------------------------------------------------------ The following few days...... It took me a day to even move-left curled up in blood and sperm soaked sheets-but move i eventually did-i had to do something-had to move away-i couldn't take it anymore. I told no one-i left-left my life behind me and as i closed the front door a renewed hope filled my heart-no..i would never recover from my ordeal-yes the face of shaun terry would give me nightmares for years to come-but as i took those steps away from the place i once called home-i hoped it was a step to a future.