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April 03, 2015, 04:48:04 PM

Offline bulldog1975

Warning!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.

DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER, PLEASE!

In order to be a successful hunter, you must always keep your eyes open for an opportunity.  Others might hunt animals, but I have always found that the most challenging prey is humanity.  They don't usually stand out in the street and scream, "Take me!"  You generally have to keep yours sense on edge at all times.

Waiting in line at the convenience store, I heard an attractive woman in her late thirties talking on her cell phone.  I instantly shifted to hunter mode as I listened to every word.

"I don't care that it is your weekend with her," she snapped into the phone.  "We're going to the beach today.  It's our last chance before she leaves for college."  Instinctively waiting for a lull in the conversation, my victim continued her tirade.  "Fuck you.  If you wouldn't have screwed around on me for the past year I'd never have divorced you and you could have gone with us.  So you enjoy living in your whore's apartment, while we keep the house."

Paying for my coffee, I exited the convenience store and drove a short distance away.  I smiled as I watched her leave the store, get into her SUV and drive away.  The hunt was on.  While keeping a respectful distance, I followed her through the residential area until she turned into the drive way of an exceptionally neat ranch house.  Driving past, I parked in the parking lot of a nearby church and pretended to look at a roadmap.  Soon I saw the pretty mother exiting the house with an equally pretty teenage daughter.  Together they struggled to load a cooler, picnic basket, and other items necessary for a day at the beach.  I had to smile at their outfits.  They both wore white t-shirts that were opaque enough to show their bathing suits. 

The daughter wore a bikini that showed a sweet rear as she bent over to load their car.  The mother, while wearing a more respectable bathing suit, showed to the world that she possessed a body worthy of any man.  My head throbbed with excitement.  The possibility of possessing a mother and a daughter at the same time would be a personal best.  I knew there was no man around, because if there was a man there they would have bitched enough at him so he would load the car.  This was just what it looked like: two women alone and just waiting for me to make their acquaintance.  The only question was how and when.

Starting their vehicle and driving away, I drove around the neighborhood for a while.   Behind their particular house was a heavily wood area that had yet to be developed.  Neighbors around them had built their own little privacy fence, but their backyard was wide open.  With a critical eye I surveyed the yard.  No evidence of dog waste, so there was little chance of being attacked by a pet.  This was a wide open situation.

Parking my car at a nearby parking lot, I moved cross country about a quarter mile until I could survey the back of their home from the undergrowth.  Scanning the house I could see that it was the perfect set up.  No burglar alarms, cameras, and the back door lock looked as if it had been purchased at a discount store.  I could be across the back yard and into this cracker box of a house in about ten seconds.  Retrieving my lock picks from my backpack, a moved as quickly as possible to the back door, fiddled with the tumblers, and was entering the back door only one second longer than my estimation.

Closing the door quietly behind me, I began surveying the house with all of the stealth I had developed in my years of hunting.  It would appear that no one was there, and I had complete freedom of the house.  Quickly placing my backpack out of the walkway, I checked my taser.  It was ready to be drawn and fired in case anyone happened to come into the house. 

Now the tough part began.  The waiting could be tortuous.  I resisted the temptation to turn on the television.  Any noise could give away my presence or distract my attention from my vigil for my victims.  Experience had taught me long ago that to be successful, you must learn the secret of waiting in silence.

The day passed slowly.  The pounding in my head increased with my anticipation of what was going to happen when the two of them returned.  Eventually, the day passed and evening shadows began to lengthen.  My senses went to full alert as I heard a car pull into the driveway.  Peeking through a blind, I could see the two of them emerging from the SUV.  I could even hear the mother call out, "Leave the stuff in the car.  We'll unload it tomorrow."

Mother and daughter entered the house not knowing what or who waited for them inside.  Hearing the front door slam shut, I peered out from the closet door.  The two of them were arguing about what they were going to order for supper tonight.  As they passed the door, I sprang.  With one movement, I clamped a strong forearm around the neck of the mother and with practiced aim, I shot the daughter with the taser.  She fell to the ground jerking and convulsing.

"Don't struggle or I'll give her another jolt," I rasped in the ear of the mother.  "I don't think she'd like that."

Despite my warning, the mother tried to break free by kicking at me.  She was rewarded by a tightening of my forearm and her daughter flopping wildly on the floor as another dose of electricity flowed through her.

"Stop," she croaked out.  "Please don't hurt her."

"Then you'd better learn to listen, bitch," I snapped.  "Are you ready to do what I say?"

"Yes," she cried.  "Please don't hurt us."

Quickly securing the mother with cuffs, I forced her facedown on the floor.  Before her daughter could regain enough movement to fight back, I'd secured her hands in cuffs and her ankles in hobbles.  Seeing the two of them helplessly restrained, was enough to cause the excited throbbing in my head to begin again.  I smiled and lifted the t-shirt of the daughter.  Her pink bottoms covered just enough to cause me to ache for her.

"Don't touch my daughter, please," I heard from the prone mother.

"That depends upon how well you cooperate with me," I whispered.  "We'll see what happens."

April 03, 2015, 10:05:13 PM
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Offline vile8r

Oooooh yes! * rubbing hands together* Can only imagine what's gong to happen  next!

April 06, 2015, 02:48:40 PM
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Offline bulldog1975

Warning!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt

DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER, PLEASE! (Continued)

If my fun was going to be uninterrupted, I had to make sure the daughter was not going to make too much noise.  Reaching into my backpack, I secured her silence with a strip of duct tape.  She looked at me with terror in her eyes.  I couldn't resist running my hand up her bare thighs.

"Don't worry," I whispered.  "I won't forget about you.  First I'm going to get a taste of mama and see if she's as good as she looks.  But if you make one bit of noise or give me one bit of trouble, I won't hesitate slitting her throat and it will be all your fault.  Do you understand me?"  I gave her a sound slap on the cheek to keep her attention.

"Mmm," she said nodding her head in understanding.  Checking her bonds one more time, I carried the mother into the master bedroom.  It was a perfect scene for our time together.  I couldn't have planned it any better.  Her huge brass bed beckoned.  The rails were perfectly placed so that I could easily secure my victim.  Lifting her struggling form onto the bed, I sat astride her torso, my hands around her throat.  Slowly, I cut off her supply of precious air, just to the point of blacking out.  Stopping short of causing permanent damage, I released her.  As she flailed and coughed helplessly, I secured her wrists on opposite sides of the headboard.  Ripping a pair of stockings, I secured her soft thighs wide apart.  With a smile, I surveyed my helpless victim.

"Do what you want to me," she cried, "but please don't hurt my daughter."

Reaching into my back pocket, I produced a knife that I'd honed to a razor sharp edge.  It gleamed in the waning evening light.  Sitting next to her on the bed, I ran my hand up her thigh.  So smooth.  She'd evidently waxed recently.  Silent tears ran down her throat.

"Let's talk," I said as I playfully untied one string on her swimsuit bottom.  I felt her stiffen and was about to open her mouth to scream, but I drew my hand back as if to silence her in one blow.  She wisely decided to remain silent.

"Please don't do this," she quavered.

Reaching up and pinching her breast through her top, I snarled at her, "Don't fuck with me, and don't presume to tell me what to do."  She wept a little louder, but made no remark.

Slowly untying the others string on her swimsuit bottom, I pulled it free.  Despite the fact that she was about to turn forty, she still had a body that could turn mens heads.  Evidently she'd waxed more than her legs.  Her pussy, bare and exposed, beckoned to me.

Carefully sliding the edge of my knife under the front of her swim top, I parted the material carefully.  Her soft skin smelled of suntan lotion.  Pulling it away, I relished the sight of her naked helpless frame.  Her nipples were a little darker than I thought they would be and her breasts were smaller than I really liked, but they were still tempting.

Standing next to her bed, I slowly began to disrobe.  Her moist eyes followed my every more.  Fear began afresh as I peeled my jeans and shorts away and stood before her erect and naked.  I felt her naked body stiffen as I lay down on top of her.  She pulled against her bonds as if trying to break free, but all she did was cause the knots to tighten.  Forcing my lips upon hers, I kissed her roughly.  My hands roamed freely over her unprotected curves.

"When's the last time you been fucked good, mama?" I asked as I fondled her breasts.

"Please don't hurt us," she whispered fearfully.  "Just leave and I won't tell anyone."

Pinching both nipples with all my strength, I heard her begin weeping afresh.  "You'd better start answering me, bitch.  When's the last time you had a hard cock in this cunt of yours?"

"Not since my divorce," she cried.

On a whim, I lifted myself off her and opened a nearby bedside table.  Inside the drawer was a large plastic dildo.  Laughing, I pulled it out and waved it in her face.

"So you'd rather have this piece of plastic than a man," I said.  When she didn't answer, I turned my attentions back to her spread thighs and began to thrust the cold plastic into her waiting pussy.

"Oh God!" she screamed loudly.  "It hurts!"

I covered her mouth with my hand and continued the steady thrusting.  "Come on, slut.  This is your man now.  What's the matter?  Don't you like him any more?"

She continued to scream beneath my hand.  I showed her no mercy.  The steady thrusting of the plastic dildo continued until somehow her own bodily juices took over.  It began to slide in and out easier.  Her screaming abated at this.

"Sounds like you're tired of the plastic," I said tossing it across the room.  "Maybe now you're ready for the real thing." Moving directly between her open thighs, I slammed my erect shaft deep into her tender pussy.  She gasped at the violation and struggled against her bonds.  "What's the matter, slut?  Didn't you want to fuck your husband anymore?  Is that why he got a new girl?"  As I taunted her, the sobs continued to wrack her body.

Mauling her tender breasts, I continued to bury my cock deep inside her.  Finally feeling myself getting close to exploding, I moved my head up until our eyes were inches apart.

"Mmmmm, you've put on a few pounds over the years, but you're still a sweet piece of ass.  I bet all the husbands in the neighborhood want to get inside you."  I grasped her ass hard as I plunged deep inside her.  "All those guys at the beach today wanted to get their cocks inside this pussy, but right now it belongs to me."

"Please stop," she gasped.  "I don't want to have a baby."

"I'm not going to stop," I laughed.  "Maybe you need a bunch of cum inside you to remind you what you're for."  With that, I began moving very rapidly, our bodies slapping together.  With a loud grunt, I emptied myself inside her, feeling my hot cum run completely through her.  As I caught my breath on top of her, I could see the horror and revulsion in her eyes to what I'd done.  "Maybe if you'd fucked hubby like that," I taunted, "he wouldn't have gone to find another woman."

Rolling off her wounded body, I reclined there tracing her nipples with my fingers.  Pulling myself up on one elbow, I kissed her neck.  "All kidding aside," I whispered, "you're still a good fuck."

"Are you going to leave now like you promised?" she quavered through her tears.

"Why should I leave?" I said.  "Who says I'm done?"

"Please," she cried out in agony, "don't touch my daughter."



MORE TO COME

April 06, 2015, 02:51:16 PM
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Offline bulldog1975

You should see the picture I'm using as an inspiration for this story. ;D

April 06, 2015, 06:55:08 PM
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April 07, 2015, 08:42:19 AM
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Offline bulldog1975

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Well show me!!!! LOL

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April 10, 2015, 06:49:51 PM
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Offline bulldog1975

Warning!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt

DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER, PLEASE! (Continued)

Stretching my muscles as I stood, I walked slowly through the house.  The sweet daughter had rolled around some in a vain attempt to free herself from her bonds, but failed miserably.  Her struggles had caused her to sweat profusely.  Her pink bikini stood out in stark contrast to the plain white t-shirt covering her young body.
“Been trying to get away, eh?” I laughed as I forcibly raised her to her feet.  Her legs almost didn’t want to function due to the tightness of the bonds.  Grasping her young throat, I pushed her back against the wall.  “Am I going to have any trouble with you, slut?”
“Mmmmmm,” she grunted shaking her head.  I could see her eyes reflecting both fear and fury.  Even though I had just filled her mother with cum, I could feel my lions quickening at the very idea of fucking this she cat.
“Let me tell you the rules,” I said with an evil smile.  “I’m going to pull the tape from your mouth, and you and I are going to have a nice talk.  Scream or fail to cooperate, and it will be the last sound you ever make.  Now nod if you understand me.”
She weakly nodded, but her eyes were still filled with rage.  Slowly I peeled the tape away from her beautiful mouth.  I laughed as I heard her gasping for air.
Dragging her helpless form through the hallway, I flipped on the light in the master bedroom.  The sight that she saw caused her eyes to fill with tears.  Her mother was still secured spread eagle on the bed, her legs wide apart, and my cum leaking from her tender pussy.
“Maybe I put a baby in her belly,” I laughed as I ran my hand the young body of the daughter.  “She was a good fuck, but I’m betting that you’re even better.”  She stiffened at my words and my touch, but she wisely thought better of fighting me.
“Please don’t hurt my baby,” the mother whispered weakly.  “You’ve gotten what you wanted from me.  Please leave us alone.”
“Who do you think you are, whore?” I snapped.  “Maybe you’re hot shit at the country club, but tonight you’re just a piece of ass.”  Her weeping was soon joined by her daughters sobs as I ripped the t-shirt from her young body.  In full sight of the mother, I ran my hands over her young form.  She was just a trifle heavy, but not bad.  Her skin was soft to the touch, and I could feel my cock hardening as I explored each curve.
“Do you want both of you to live?” I asked the young girl roughly.  I stood behind her and took great joy ripping her small bikini top away and groping her young breasts.
“Yes,” she sobbed hysterically.  “Don’t kill us.  I don’t want to die.”
“Then right here in front of your mama, tell me the truth.  Believe me, I’ll know in a second if you lie.  Are you a virgin?”  She turned her head to snap a look in my direction.  Evidently I had hit a nerve.  Ripping her tiny bottoms off, I shoved her across the bed and held her down.  My mouth was inches from her ear, “Tell me the truth, am I going to be the first guy to fuck you?”
“No,” she began to sob hysterically.  Her tears and fear inspired me.  Evidently her first fuck had not been what she’d really desired or maybe who she desired.
Slowly I smiled and spoke evilly to her.  “It was your daddy, wasn’t it.  Your daddy came home one night and fucked his own daughter.”
The daughter began crying so hard it seemed her little heart was going to break.  Still holding her face down across the helpless form of her mother, I guided my hard cock to the entrance of her tight pussy.  She stiffened and began to thrash, and I rewarded her efforts with a hard smack.
“You’re gonna get fucked, you little slut,” I growled at her.  “You can enjoy it or not; I don’t give a fuck.”  With that remarked I thrust my hard member forward with all my strength.
“Aaaiiieeeee!” she screamed.  Evidently I was larger than daddy.  I slapped her again to silence her.
“Keep your mouth shut, bitch,” I warned her.  I began riding her in earnest, filling her tight cunt over and over again.  I couldn’t resist looking over at mama again.  Her eyes blazed with hatred.
“You bastard,” she cried.  “I’ll kill you for this.”
“Mmmmm, so your husband got both of your cunts whenever he wanted,” I taunted enjoying the slickness of my victim’s wet pussy.  “I bet he fucked you and then crawled into your daughter’s bed to get some young tail, too.”
Seeing my cock sliding in and out of that young pussy was inspiring.  I pulled out and heard the daughter sigh with relief as if it was all over.  Reaching down into my bag of tricks, I obtained my extra restraints.  Throwing her down across her mother, I secured her young frame face down, yet spread eagled on top of her mother.  Both of them looked so delicious together.
“Did daddy fuck your ass, baby?” I asked with a leer on my face.  Both mother and daughter shared a horrified look when they realized what was about to happen.
“Please don’t hurt my daughter,” the mother pleaded.  “If you’re going to do that, then do it to me.  I promise I won’t fight you.”
“You haven’t learned yet, mother,” I said as I climbed onto the bed.  “You’re not in charge.  You weren’t in charge about who your husband fucked, and you’re not in charge of what I’m about to do.  But you’ll see the look in your baby’s face when I slam my cock into her tight ass.”
Giving now chance for more begging or crying, I pounced on the daughter’s young form.  She and mother alike thrashed helplessly, but the bonds were too strong.  With no hesitation, my cock invaded her tight virgin ass.  My mouth opened in an unspoken cry of pleasure.  She was so tight that it was a combination of ecstasy and agony.
The daughter’s gasping for air was joined with the mother cursing me and threatening me with certain death if she could get loose.  Over and over again, I probed the young girls ass with my hard shaft.  My hands roamed freely over the breasts of the mother and daughter, pressed upon each other.  It was almost like fucking two women at once.
“I’m gonna fill your ass with cum, slut,” I announced to my victim.  Moving rapidly, I relished the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the cries of pain and horror from my joined victims.  With a loud grunt, I exploded deep inside her, filling her ass with hot seed.
Collapsing upon both of them, I caught my breath as my hands continued to feel their soft skin, enjoy the horror in their eyes, and finally their shared sobbing.
I dressed in silence.  My eyes never left them as I collected any of my trappings not still in use.  I hefted my backpack and looked at the naked forms, still bound to each other.
“What are you going to do?” the mother asked still fearful of her offspring.
“I’m going to enjoy a Pop Tart and leave,” I said with a smile.  Before exiting the room, I bent down to kiss the cheek of the daughter.  I could taste the salt of her tears.  Moving  to kiss the mother, she spat at me.
Sadly I rose to go.  I wished she wouldn’t have done that.  Walking through the house cloaked by the shadows of the night, I stopped at the kitchen.  Finding the toaster, I place two Pop Tarts into the slots.  In a deliberate move, I raised the top of the gas stove and broke loose the gas line.  I heard gas begin hissing from the broken line.  Taking a piece of duct tape from my kit, I shoved the toaster down and secured it in that position so that the pastry could not be ejected.
The glow of the toaster was illuminating the kitchen as I slowly exited the back door.  Moving through the shadows and back into the neighboring woods, I counted the minutes to myself.  So many people don’t realize that if a Pop Tart being cooked in a toaster isn’t allowed to eject,  it will burst into flames.  This wasn’t the first time I’d used this makeshift firebomb.  By the time I’d reached my car, the quiet of the night was broken by a resounding explosion.
Starting my car, I drove through the night.  “At least they were together.”

April 10, 2015, 06:55:03 PM
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April 11, 2015, 05:54:27 PM
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April 23, 2015, 09:41:41 AM
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May 08, 2015, 11:51:20 AM
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Offline crazykinkysexkitten85

Loved your story .....thanks for sharing it.