Raped in a Biker Bar (Need male please)

[Little Sweet One]

I sit at the table, waiting for the boyfriend I know won't come to pick me up. Running my hand through my long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair, I wonder what he doesn't like: my 5'1" frame, my hazel eyes, my pale, pale flesh, or the fact that I am 107 pounds. The bar sounds a little rowdy around me, and I wish he hadn't told me to wait here, but what can I do now, I have no idea where I am! So I sit quietly and wait.

[the savage]

I sit on the stool, pounding down my drink, my eyes keep stealing over to the blonde sitting alone at the table. Definitely a nice body, I wonder what she is doing in here. The sweet little thing sticks out like a sore thumb, and seems oblivious to the danger that is gathering around her. I've been in and out of prison for the last 5 years, largely for assaults and brawls. THis is the meeting place for my gang and here she sits, so tempting.

I haul my six foot, two hundred pound frame off the stool and walk over to her table. Not saying anything, I simply stand over her, watching her.

[Little Sweet One]

I jump when I realize that a man completely my opposite in size is standing over me.
"Um, hello sir. May I help you?" I look around for an escape route, but it appears to be no good. You seems to be blocking off any hope of escape. I bite my lower lip, suddenly concious of my low scoop necked black top and short black mini skirt, black leggings and black velcroed sneakers and do not like the fact that they are not covering me as much as they should. Pulling my thighs tighter together, I watch you carefully, covering my 36B breasts with crossed arms, aware that I am in grave danger now.

[the savage]

I lick my lips hungrily as my eyes travel up and down your body. Definitely better than the manly women who normally come into this place. Your voice is cold, and nervous, as if you just realized that you are the only woman in this bar with many large, hard men. I reach into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet, "What's the price for an hour, sweet thang?"

[Little Sweet One]

I watch as you lick your lips and slide over away from you as much as possible, looking around with terror written all over my face.
"Oh God no, no, no!" I whisper. "Don't do this. Please God don't let him do this." I stare into your eyes, so cold and hungry, my hazel ones trying so hard not to convey the terror racing through me. "I have to go now, sir," I say louder. "I am not a prostitute..." I am not greedy, and do not want money. I just want to keep my virginity. God only knows what would happen if anyone in this bar found out I was pure and innocent. I stand up, but your body is in the way in front of me, the table to my left and more tables with other drunk bikers to my right. My full, pink lips tremble. There is a light sheen of sweat on my make-upless face. "M...may I please get through, sir?" I plead softly.

[the savage]

Quick panicked sentences, standing up and trying to push past me. Obviously upset by the question, and trying to get out of what you now realize is a dangerous situation. My eyes quickly flit around the room, and see people starting to look away. They don't care. My hands, large, rough hands, close tightly around your shoulders. "No, I don't think I will be letting you go. You should have named a price, because your getting fucked one way or another." My brown eyes lock on yours, smoldering with lust.

[Little Sweet One]

You make me so dizzy, slamming my head into the concrete, and I give up completely, unwilling and unable to fight back anymore. "Please, sir, please let me live...I was wrong to think that I could have control in this situation, sir, please, I beg of you please don't kill me I don't want to die I will suck you if you want but please don't kill me, please..." I lay beneath you, completely beaten, knowing I have lost.

[the savage]

Defeat, I can hear it in your voice. A complete acceptance of the fact that your life is in my hands. "I don't want you to suck it." My hands hike your skirt back over your hips, and I roughly grab your ass. Slowly kneading the firm flesh.

"I want to fuck you until you can't move, until you wish for death." Spitefully, I crack your head against the pavement again. My hands slide around your body, grabbing and groping your tits.

[Little Sweet One]

I am dizzy, and can't move. Blood drips from my mouth and skull. My eyes are half closed, I stare at nothing in particular, my vision hazy and blurred. I can't speak. My wrist is still locked, but I can't feel it anymore. My eyes move and meet yours. I feel truly helpless. How can you do this to people, I wonder. I feel nothing, and can barely see you. I spit out blood and dirt. Tell me your name, I think. What do they call you. I have no intention whatsoever of going to the police, just getting out of this alive and never coming here again. What are you going to do? I wonder hazily.

[the savage]

My hands slide down between your legs, spreading them. Letting me settle in between them. I can feel your warm blood on my hands. Your eyes, half lidded and unfocused are almost more enticing than your half covered body splayed beneath me.

i lean down, pulling your head up as I do, and press my lips against yours in a crushing kiss. More of an assault than anything else. In the middle of the embrace my cock slides back inside you.

[Little Sweet One]

I cannot move to stop you, and wouldn't. Getting pulled up shakes me a bit, and getting kissed shocks me. I feel you slide back into me and I let out a soft cry against your mouth. I brought this on myself, and didn't use the knife when I had the chance. I kiss you back, not sure of what else to do. You seem to like pinning me in my weakest position.

[the savage]

Slowly at first, my hips move forward. I gain speed, trying to move fast and hard enough to hurt you. When I feel your lips pressing back at mine, I break the kiss. Slapping you across the face. "I don't want you to participate you little slut. I want to hurt you, to humiliate you." Again I slap you.

[Little Sweet One]

"You're fun," I whisper when you pull back and hit me. I guess I can have little bits of defience. You go too deep, hurting me. Do not kiss me, I think. It hurts my bruised lips. Bad. That is why I kissed you, to get you away. I try to hide my mouth from you. I dig my nails into my palm, trying to distract myself, but it doesn't work. You are hurting me more than I can hurt myself. I touch my skull gingerly. Nothing is broken, but I will be badly bruised when you are done.

[the savage]

I see you curling your hands up, probably trying to distract yourself with pain. It is meaningless to me as I continue to pound into you. My eyes fix on your tits, shaking in time with my thrusts. Leaning down again, like I was going to kiss you, I watch you turn your head. SMiling, I bite down on your cheek.

[Little Sweet One]

I cry out when you bite me, and lay there. I do not know what to do as the pain returns, so I just lay there and let you inflict it.
"How can you do this?" I mumble. I have never been able to understand the dominant side of anything, but that is just me. God this hurts.

[the savage]

I hear the mumbled words, and smirk. "I can do this because I am stronger than you. I am doing it, because I wanted to." Each word is followed by a violent drawback and slam forward. Grinding out bodies across the rough pavement. Running my thumb over your lips as I rape you. a mockery of intimate touch. Then my true nature shows and I slap you across the face again.

[Little Sweet One]

"No, no, nooooooooo..........." I moan as you find more ways to hurt me. I want to bite you but I don't as I know you will hurt me more. If that's possible. My sensitive mouth aches more now, and the slap takes away the dizziness but doesn't make me do anything stupid. My eyes are still half closed, and I am hating myself. I am almost numb, and your words about being stronger than me shake me to the core. God. You are 93 pounds heavier than me, and at least a foot taller. My body starts to shake as I come around to the danger I am in. This isn't a game, but oh how I wish it was.

[the savage]

You're too limp, too passive as I rape you. At this point it's barely even exciting for me. I want the fight back. My hands stroke the side of your head, the silky hair. Slowly sliding down towards your neck. I grip tightly, staring into your eyes. "I could snap it like a twig, or simply squeeze the life out of it. Maybe I will."

[Little Sweet One]

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch! Go fuck your damn worthless mother!" I grab your hair and yank it so hard you actually say 'fuckin...' and try to get me to let go. I refuse, pulling harder until your face is by mine. I bite your lip open, teeth nearly meeting through your flesh. Tearing my mouth away, your blood sprays all over me. I have not torn your lip off, but there are holes, deep ones, left by my teeth. Then I get my favorite revenge, reaching back and slamming your head twelve times into the pavement. From behind, my arms are stronger and I am able to do considerable damage to your skull. When my hands do pull down from slamming you, My long, natural fingernails rake your face and grip your hair once more, wrapping it across your neck and pulling tight from the other side to cut off your air. Then I slam your head down again...lucky thirteen, eh? Grabbing your throat with my thumbs, I dig my nails in, still pounding your skull mercilessly. I am trying to tear out your voice box or even better, your trachea. Oh how wonderful it would be if your windpipe was gone! I don't stop, and won't unless I can't move. Who's the victim now? Slam, slam, slam. You are dizzy enough that I try to crawl away, but can only roll onto my back, your cock getting pulled out of me as I lay there, exhausted and bloody. Your weight has fallen back on me before I can gather strength to get out from under you, but surely you can't move, right? I can feel your erection pressing against me, still as hard as it was. Damn, are you an incubus?!

[the savage]

The attack is sudden and unexpected, as are the screams. It had seemed like she had almost been broken. But her strength has been sapped, and she is not inflicting the damage that she thinks she is. I play along, feigning weakness as she squirms out and crawls away. I want the hope to grow, and then crush it.

Waiting a few second before dropping my weight on you again. Making sure to ram my knee into your kidney as I do. "Do you really think that a little girl like you could hurt me?" Placing my hands on the back of your shoulders and pressing down violently. Pinning your body to the ground. Sliding my erection along your body, until it rests over your ass. "get ready to experience a pain you never imagined."