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Old 08-04-2012, 01:18 AM   #1
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The story is a work of fiction. No one was hurt during the writing of these stories. All characters are fictional and any mention of characters is purely for fantasy purposes. Rape is a terrible crime and the author does not condone real rape.

The shotgun wedding

The happy couple stands at the altar as the priest blesses them and their new life together. The bride’s veil covers her eyes which are cast down. Her husband’s seemingly supportive arm holds her. It’s too tight a hold. It hurts. But she doesn’t flinch. She is too numb to flinch.

The lovely young bride, a beautiful twenty year old virgin with cherry lips and flawless skin, has just given her life away. She barely knew the old man who was standing next to her. He was literally holding her up because her knees were weak and trembling. She could not understand how a good person like herself would end up with a man like this. She chastised herself for that thought because he was now her lawfully wedded husband. She stole a glance his way and shuddered. He wasn’t handsome at all. He had a permanent leer on his face and it made her skin crawl. How could she live with this man? How could she let him touch her? She didn’t know. All she knew was she must. She was now his.

Her lips trembled as the priest gave the final blessing.

"May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings.

What God has joined together, let no man put asunder."


Did God want this? She didn’t know. All she knew was that a week ago her plans were different. She was oblivious to her fate as the man who calls himself her father had drunk, gambled and squandered her mother’s precious gifts. Their house was gone. The money all dried up. She would have lost her last remaining relative if she had not agreed to this marriage. He would have killed her no good father and then taken her as payment for what was owed to him. She knew that and so she had done what a loving daughter would have done. She agreed to marry the monster if he left her father alone.

The deal was struck and now the wedding was over. Many admired the decorations in the church but she didn’t see them. She knew this beautiful wedding was a lie. The expensive princess style dress with all the trimmings fit for a princess meant nothing to her. All she could see was her life as a slave to this man. She was pure but not naïve. She sensed what kind of a man he was and yet she did not know why he wanted her. Now he had her and he was going to take her to another place far away. She was going to leave everything she had known and go with this man because she was now his wife. The poor girl resigned herself to her fate and doing what was necessary. Maybe he would be a good husband. Maybe his roughness could be overcome with her soft gentleness.

As the couple turned to leave the church, the young bride glanced at the man who had given her away. Was there a hint of remorse in his grey eyes? She couldn’t tell. Would he see the sorrow and the fear in her own grey eyes if he looked carefully? Even if he knew she was scared, there was nothing he could do now. She looked away from him. He may have been her father but he was the reason she was being sold to this old man.

For all intents and purposes, her husband behaved like the perfect gentleman. He thanked well-wishers and petted her as he slowly led her to the waiting vehicle. She faked a smile as she threw the bouquet to the waiting throng of women. She didn’t bother to look back to see who had caught it. Chances were that she would not be able to come to her wedding if she were to marry next. The agreement was that she would always stay with her husband. She will never visit her father or anyone else from this small town.

The door to the car was opened and she was ushered inside. People surrounded the car, waving and congratulating them. She smiled at them as best as she could but she was all numb inside. She looked out of the window, at her father standing there as the car finally pulled away. Just then she felt him, his hand on her knee. She tried to ignore it as it rubbed slowly up and down her thigh and over the dress. He was still facing the window and smiling at the people outside. Once they had passed the masses, he turned his attention to his driver, giving him instructions that chilled her.

“And that my friend is how you end up with a beautiful flower of your own,” he said as he patted her thigh, the driver beaming and nodding back at him.

“Hurry up and drive. I want to get home and fuck my wife. She’s a virgin you know. Maybe I’ll need you to hold her down for me.”



The new bride’s torment

“Wake up! Go make me breakfast! Now!”

She gasped awake and then lay back down stiffly. She was sore all over. She glanced at the time. It was just past 5am. Another day to get through. So far he hadn’t forced himself on her and for that she was thankful. It has been only a week after her wedding. She has already learnt things she would rather forget but which were now part of her. She closed her eyes and forced herself not to think about those things now.

The pretty twenty year old bride sat up gingerly, her legs touching the cold wooden floor as she ran her hands through her hair. She couldn’t avoid the cold metal band around her neck. It was heavy too and had a metal loop in it that left nothing to imagination regarding its purpose. The metal collar was locked into place with a large lock for which her husband had the only key. She shuddered as she got to her feet, shakily bringing both sides of her open nightgown around her lithe body. It was a silk gown, soft to the touch and gentle on her skin. It made her more sensitive to the rough handling she was given. Underneath that nightgown she was completely bare. That was how her husband wanted her, completely available to him. After all, she was his now.

She cowered as he appeared in their bedroom, just as she was about to make her way to the kitchen. She would boil some water for coffee and then make his breakfast. He ate like a pig. He was a pig. His belly was bigger than it had been a week ago at their wedding. He made her do all the house work, sitting around just watching her as she slaved away. She cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, the dishes, the floors. She was a slave to him and he made sure every task was done exactly how he wanted it. If not, he punished her. She didn’t want to be punished any more.

“Well good morning sweetheart. I trust you slept well!” he spoke in that frightening bellow of his. He liked to be loud and crude with her. He liked to see her jump in terror whenever he wanted to put her in her place. She didn’t reply to him. Only she knew the horrors that visited her during the nights with him.

“Come. I want eggs and sausages.” He took hold of her hair and pulled, making her crane her supple neck. He then attached a metal chain to the hoop in her collar. He smiled at her frightened face and bent down to kiss her. He felt her starting to shy away but she had learnt not to do that and so his lips touched hers. His chapped rough lips pressed against her soft petals, then he forced her to open her mouth and accept his tongue into her. The poor girl cringed, closed her eyes tight and tried to ignore the vile intrusion. His tongue kept dancing in her mouth, trying to play with her tongue as it shied away. Once he was satisfied that he had reached every corner in her oral cavity, he stopped and withdrew.

Without another word he turned around and dragged her along with him using the chain attached to her collar. Once in the kitchen, he locked the chain to a pipe on the wall. She had enough length to move around the kitchen. She could prepare his food at the stove and bring it to him on the table. She started to hurry, putting the kettle on before taking out the pans and utensils that were needed. He sat down at the small table and watched her. The nightgown was wrapped around her body giving him a nice view of her back side. He licked his lips as he watched her, his cock having been aroused by the rough kissing earlier.

She oiled and heated the pan. Then she broke the eggs and started to cook them. The sausages were put into a separate pan and heat applied. She started to stir them but froze as she felt him behind her. She kept stirring as she felt his hand caress her shoulders, running to the front of her night gown and pulling the two sides apart. She sobbed softly as her milky white breasts tipped with pink areoles and darker pink nipples spilled out into the heated air. She gasped and her body stiffened, only her hand moving to stir the food in each pan.

“Keep cooking and don’t burn my food,” he whispered at her ear, his hands pulling the hem of her nightgown up along her legs. Her legs started to tremble as he slowly pulled the soft material higher and higher until it was up around her shapely buttocks. He grasped one firm cheek and squeezed, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. She kept stirring, staring at the food, too afraid to move.

Despite herself, she almost squeaked when she felt his right hand sliding over her right hip and towards the junction between her legs. At the same time, he used his legs to spread hers, keeping his knees pressed against the inside of her soft feminine thighs so that she could not close them again. She was exposed and she felt her face heat up in shame. She didn’t struggle as he felt around her sex with his fingers, dipping them into her and making her stiffen even more.

“What did I tell you about keeping this wet for me? Now I will have to punish you.” Her velvet insides were not wet but warm and slightly damp.

She started to shudder fearfully, not knowing how he was going to punish her. She couldn’t get herself moist unless she splashed water on herself. She was too scared of him and his ways to be able to get wet the way he wanted. That doesn’t stop him though. She whimpered as he pulled her hips closer towards him, letting her feel his hard cock that he had taken out of his pants sometime during the molestation.

“A good wife should learn to please her husband,” he whispered into her ear before reaching over and turning down the heat on the stove.

“I will teach you. You will learn,” he said, repeating what he has said on previous occasions. He roughly pulled her back to him, making her bend over towards the stove. Her back was arched and she felt the heat of the stove against her face. It was uncomfortable but what he was doing was even more so.

Her hand kept stirring the eggs as he lined his cock up against her sex.

“You will learn to fuck me proper,” he said before forcing his entire length into her pussy. He felt her inner walls convulse around him and groaned. His hands snaked under her arms and took hold of her breasts. Using them, he started to thrust himself into her.

She kept stirring and watching the food, tears rolling down her pretty face as she cried silently. She could do nothing to stop this.

He increased his thrusts, using her body with abandon. He twisted his hips, slamming up into her harder and faster. Soon he was forcing her up against the stove, her breasts in his large hands, his cock ramming inside her pussy. The tempo increased as did the sounds of the rape. Her thighs were now banging onto the stove as his thighs slapped against her from behind. She had to hold onto the stove with one hand as she stirred with the other.

He started to squeeze her breasts harder, grunting at her ear with each thrust into her. His fingers started to pinch and tug at her sensitive little nipples as he hammered into her pussy. The kitchen was filled with grunts and gasps, sobs and groans, slaps and bangs. The sounds increased with the urgency of his rutting until he pushed up into her one final time, forcing her feet to leave the ground as she cried out in despair.

She felt his cock throbbing inside her as he crushed her to him, his fingers hurting her soft breasts as his cock pressed up against her cervix. His cum jetted out of his cock, spraying inside her womb as her hands clutched tightly, the handle of the spoon and the stove itself providing little comfort to her. His hips kept jerking and pressing until she had to push herself away from the stove to prevent herself from getting burnt. Her hand had kept stirring through all this, tears rolling down her cheeks in continuous streams.

He slammed up into her once more and she felt more warmth spreading in her lower stomach. She shuddered as his sperm invaded her inner sanctum. He moaned in satisfaction, running his hands against her sides, feeling her body over the material that clung to her. Then he withdrew his cock and she heard the zip of his trousers. She felt her nightgown falling back into place and the flood of cum down the inside of her thighs.

She stood there for a moment, starring at nothing in particular, her mind hiding away yet knowing that she had just been raped and filled with her rapist husband’s cum. She felt helpless and used. She felt dirty and humiliated. She felt lost beyond hope.

She heard tapping behind her and quickly transferred the cooked eggs and sausages onto a plate. She didn’t bother to wipe at the tears as she took the plate to the small table. She placed the plate and the eating utensils in front of the vile man. She stood by and watched as he started to eat. So like a pig.

“Get under the table and start your breakfast,” he told her through a mouthful of egg. She gasped, her bottom lip quivering as if she would start to wail. But without a word she crawled under the table, unzipped his pants and took out the dirty cock that had defiled her.
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Old 08-04-2012, 10:58 AM   #2
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Her new husband wanted to do things right. As soon as the car came to a stop at his large house, he opened the door and pulled her out. She was scared but she didn’t struggle. He pulled her up and cradled her as she trembled in fear. He only grinned down at her, his eyes promising something evil.

“Come my bride, let us consummate our union,” his voice boomed as he started towards the door. The driver who had gotten out of the car was busy opening the door for the couple. Once inside, he let the door slam shut making the new bride jump in her husband’s arms. She saw the driver standing next to the door, grinning and nodding as if to convey something sinister. She was shut off from the rest of the world. No one would come to her aid here.

Still she did not struggle as her husband scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. It felt like a mockery of the tradition where the groom carried the bride over the threshold. She knew it was all wrong. This was not the man she wanted to end up with. He was nothing like the man in her fairytale dreams.

“Here we are, wife,” he told her as he threw her on the large bed with pearly white sheets. It looked as if someone had gone to the trouble of making the bed nicely. She didn’t think it was her husband’s work. The room was sparsely furnished and it looked comfortable. The bed was harder and much larger than hers. She didn’t move other than to slide a little further from her husband who was taking off his clothes methodically. She didn’t want to look but it was like watching a train wreck as each article of clothing came undone. He was certainly not the type of man she would have chosen for herself. Not only was he old, he was pudgy and even ugly. She felt no attraction to him, only fear and revulsion. She forced herself to turn her head away when he removed his underwear, standing naked next to the bed.

“Would you like to be fucked in your wedding dress or will you take it off?” It didn’t sound as if he was asking her. It seemed he was talking out loud.

She gulped as she felt him getting on the bed, the mattress dipping and the bed groaning under his weight.

“Dress off,” he said, making up his mind as she continued to evade his gaze. He didn’t mind, most women preferred not to look at him when he was dressed. It made his blood boil but he would take his time to show this little beauty she was nothing but a slave to him, a body to fuck. She would pay for all the other bitches. Without another word he pulled her close to him and started to remove her dress. He was patient about it, only thinking of how good it would be to make her dress up in it again when he wanted her to.

She started to whimper softly as his rough hands managed to expose her down to her underwear; white silk and lace bra, matching panties with white sheer stockings and garters. She looked petite and feminine. She was so virginal, so pure and there for his taking.

He was all excited now, having seen the body he would soon claim for his own. He started to stroke his cock as he looked down at her trembling form. “Do you know about fucking?” he asked and noticed the little shake of her head. She was still not looking at him. She looked like she was ready to run away screaming.

He reached over and gripped her by her jaw. He turned her face towards him, forcing her to look at him. “It’s simple. This is my cock,” he said as he continued to stroke it with one hand, her eyes looking down and wincing at the large worm-like thing. “This will go inside your tight pussy,” his eyes pointed between her legs before his hand moved from her jaw to her bra clad breast. He kneaded her breast over the bra cup, content as her firm flesh yielded to his rough touch. He pictured her breasts bound with rope, pressing up as if presenting them to him. He would make her do that later. “It will hurt at first but sluts always get used to that,” he continued, making her flinch as he insinuated she was a slut.

Her eyes were wide as she watched his cock grow larger. There is no way he could fit that thing inside her. She started to panic. She envisioned him ripping her while trying to get inside. She couldn’t let him.

“Please…” she managed to croak as her body slid further away from him. He was waiting patiently for something. He wasn’t making a move towards her even as she inched her way off the bed. He just sat there and stroked his cock as if he was in a trance. Inside he was willing her to run. That way he could punish her for it later. He would not have to be gentle with an unfaithful woman.

“Please… I can’t,” she whispered softly before running to the door. She fully expected him to pounce on her and drag her back to ravish her on the bed. He didn’t. He let her go and she went. All the way down the stairs and to the front door she had been carried through. Just as she was about to grasp the door handle, arms gripped her by her shoulders, pulling her back roughly.

“Where do you think you are going? And dressed like that?” She didn’t recognize the voice but she saw that it was the driver.

“Please, let me go,” she started to shrug him off but he only switched to holding her around her waist. He was strong and stood much taller. She felt like a dwarf compared to the two men here.

“Can’t do that. Master has been waiting for some pussy. I guess I am going to have to hold you down for him after all,” he grinned showing his rotten teeth. He began to pull her, dragging her back to the stairs as she struggled.

“Please no! Let me go. It’s too big. He’ll tear me! Please!” she wailed, not quite realizing that she was voicing her fears to a total stranger. She started to cry and scream as he forced her up the stairs, all the way back to the master bedroom where her husband waited. The driver held her so she was facing the large man sitting on the bed, his cock now completely erect, an angry purple to match the look on his face.

“I think this belongs to you,” the driver said as he held her against him. He wasn’t touching her in a sexual way, more like restraining a pet that had scurried away.

“Bring her closer,” her husband orders, his voice cold. “First rule is you never run away. Don’t forget why you are here. Don’t forget what I can do,” he addressed the trembling bride.

“You belong to me. I decide what happens to you.” He pulled her bra down to expose her breasts, not caring that another man was in the room with them. She struggled in the driver’s grasp but then froze as her husband moved his hand down to her panties.

“All of this is mine. Mine! You get that?” he shouted at her before snapping her panties off. Her knees were almost buckling from the fear, the driver having to hold her up. She was crying softly but she knew there was no way out. He spoke the truth. Her fate, and that of her only living relative’s, lies in the calloused rough hands of this man.

“Hold her down,” he ordered the driver who shoved her onto the bed. He took her small wrists in his hands, pulling them up as he positioned himself on one side of the bed. Her legs flailed futilely on the other side, her husband still sitting down as if nothing of significance was happening here. He didn’t seem to care that another man was about to witness him raping his young bride. His eyes scanned her body, how she tried to struggle, how her breasts swayed with the movement. It was as if she was enticing him to take her.

He stood up at last, moving to grab both of her ankles. He slowly parted her legs, sliding onto the bed between them. He shuffled forward until his body was forcing her legs to remain open, wedged between her slim shapely thighs. She was silently struggling to get her hands free, desperate to push the monstrous man off her body before it was too late. She couldn’t fathom why her husband would have the driver here. She was no match for either of them so there was no real reason for his presence other than because her husband wanted it that way. She was terrified as it was, and having the driver around only made her plight seem worse. She couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t help her. Perhaps due to loyalty, perhaps he was paid for this sort of thing. She already knew that he would witness the whole thing. She blushed in shame as she saw him licking his lips as he ogled the couple on the bed.

The driver kept holding onto her wrists, refusing to let go. He had done this sort of thing in the past and he found it most entertaining. He would never touch her but watching the beauty being mounted by the beast was something that got him going. He felt privileged for being here, watching the final struggles of a virgin, reveling in her defeat.

The groom looked down at the bride’s body displayed and helpless for him. He wanted to draw this out, to show her just how helpless she was here with him. He wanted to give her a good glimpse of the rest of her life with him as her husband. He slowly moved over her body, resting his hands under her arms, looking at her beautiful terrorized face. He let her feel his weight then, forcing her to bear it completely. He could hear her lungs being emptied as his chest pressed down on hers, her breasts flattening against the mountainous flesh that was his chest. She was gasping for breath, her arms struggling weakly, her mouth open in surprise at how small she was under him, squashed like a bug He didn’t need the driver to hold onto her arms any more but he doesn’t command him to let go. Having another man there to watch him made him give a performance, giving him an extra edge.

He sighed contentedly, breathing the scent of the woman in fear. His hand caressed her sides as his tongue snaked out, licking at her face, tasting her tears. He lifted his chest off slightly, enough for his hands to cup her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers pinching at her nipples. He pulled on them harshly, making her cry out, nodding and grinning in satisfaction. So his wife has sensitive nipples. That would be useful for later.

He crushed her once again, his hands sliding lower, rubbing her thighs and resting at the crook her knees. With a moan he forced her legs even farther apart to the point that she feared they may pop out of their sockets. She was gasping under him; her arms held up above her head, her legs spread impossibly wide. He enjoyed her soft body under him, her warmth, her trembling and her fear having an aphrodisiac effect. He looked down at her beautiful face. It was time to make a woman out of her.

He shifted his body, one hand taking a hold of his cock and bringing it to her entrance. She couldn’t move at all, only shaking her head in denial at what was coming. He used his other hand to spread her pussy lips, and then his hips pressed up.

She shrieked as she feels his cock worming into her. It’s not much, just the head. “Please please please please please please,” she repeated, knowing there would be pain but helpless to stop it. She cried as he pushed some more until he met with certain resistance.

“Mmm… there it is,” he murmured, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling. He held himself there, grinding against her hymen, his eyes opening to watch the distressed look on her face. All those tears are for naught.

“It’s all mine,” he told her before lunging.

Her body bucked as she screeched in pain.

The driver held her arms down tighter.

Her husband forced his cock all the way through her delicate virginity, tearing it away as her body shook and shuddered. He kept pressing it in, filling her as she sobbed in pain. She was no longer a virgin and it hurt. The pain from the loss extends beyond the physical. She had kept her virginity only to have it torn away from her by a vicious man who was also her husband.

He moaned, enjoying the velvety feel of her pussy. He could feel the warmth of her virgin blood coating his cock. He is surprised and pleased that she has taken his entire length, the head of his cock tapping at her cervix. Wordlessly he pulled out to the entrance, looking into her eyes as he did so. She seemed to be relieved but it was only the beginning for her. With a grunt he rammed back in, his weight forcing her arching body down on the mattress, refusing to let her escape the deep penetration. He did it again and again, ramming and plundering, her body pinned down as her pussy took the relentless pounding. The blood from her torn virginity seemed to help his movement, as did the slow secretion of moisture from her pussy. Her body’s attempt to prevent damage won as she started to lubricate, making it easier for him to thrust in and out of her with increased fervor.

It went on and on, her mind coming and going, taking solace somewhere before a change in the rhythm brought her back. He filled her again and again, pacing himself so he could enjoy this first time, to prolong it so she could never forget how capable he was.

Soon she was covered in sweat, panting and shaking weakly as he kept thrusting steadily. She could no longer escape into her mind. She could feel the changes in her body. It felt strange, like an itch deep inside that needed to be scratched. She knew that his cock was responsible for it and each time the mammoth tool pressed in, her hips arched and her pussy clutched at him.

She gasped in response to his grunts, his hips slamming in steadily. Her body was hot and she felt weak. Her arms were no longer struggling but the driver kept them above her head. Her thighs felt sore from the constant lunging but that itch inside of her was becoming more of a concern. It increased with his pace, becoming urgent as he rocked into her harder and faster.

She didn’t know what is happening. She was scared but helpless, the feelings in her body taking over as it synchronized with the thrusting of her brute of a husband. Her gasps become louder and all of a sudden her body started to vibrate, starting with somewhere deep in her pussy. She could feel her muscles gripping his cock, squeezing it inside her. Her eyes closed shut on their own accord as her hips tried to jerk up, taking him so deep that his cock pressed against her spasming cervix. That only made her pussy vibrate harder, sucking his cock into her depths. Despite his constant thrusting, he noticed his wife’s movements, her sharp gasps and her tight pussy milking his cock. He leered, knowing that the innocent has just had her first orgasm, her cum making it easier for his cock to slide in and out. He felt he has conquered her and that drove him towards his own release.

He roared, more like an animal than a man. He crushed her even harder, driving his pelvis down and his cock all the way up inside her. Then he roared even louder, his body jerking on top of her as if he was having a seizure. She felt his cock twitching inside of her, moving inside though his hips were sealed to hers. His cock throbbed and twitched wildly.

Her eyes shot open wide when she felt the flood of his seed being unleashed in her. She gurgled and gasped as he kept pumping it into her, occasionally moving out a fraction and thrusting deep again. She cringed and shook as he flooded her insides before crashing onto her completely.

The driver let go of her wrists smirking as he walked out the door. She didn’t move her arms, there was no need to. The deed was done. There was nothing left to protect. She was used, raped and marked. Apart from her trembling lips and the tears rolling down her face, there was no movement from her. He remained on top of her like a beached whale, his bulky body rising and falling with his deep breaths.

She stared off into space, her pussy stuffed with his softening cock, her body crushed with his weight. It was impossible to move and she didn’t bother trying. She felt crushed by more than his considerable weight. She was no longer a virgin. She was now a woman and she belonged to the monster now snoring on top of her ravaged body. Her thoughts turned to what had happened, how she had felt when her body had heated up and that itch inside had escalated and transformed into the spasms that made her feel so good. She knew she should not have felt pleasure from what was happening to her. Like it diminished her suffering somehow. She felt ashamed by it. She forced herself not to think of it, lying under him, unable to even sob. She concentrated on getting air into her lungs until she too fell asleep. Her first time was over.

The rest of the nightmare was about to begin.
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