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April 13, 2015, 04:38:43 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.

Heroic Measures

She had no idea she was being watched.  From my vantage point, I could see her every move, hear her every whisper, and even sense her heartbeat.  Her youthful frame gave all evidence of a woman in terrific shape.  Every curve was perfect.  She was tailor made for my tastes.

The grab must be made quickly.  Usually I could move some quickly and capture my victim before they even had time to react.  Hopefully, this would be one of those times.  Wearing my dark outfit that blended with the night, I observed her walking across the deserted parking lot to her car.  They say that you can sense when you're being observed.  This may be true.  She kept glancing behind her in a furtive gesture.  There was no once to be seen; why should she feel so nervous.

Her alarm grew somewhat when the bright overhead light near her compact car mysteriously burned out, leaving her shrouded in darkness.  I heard her sharp intake of breath and her footsteps speed up as she moved quickly to the safety of her car.  Before she could open the door, I moved with all rapidity.  She was shrouded in a dark bag, and before she could cry out, we'd moved to a place of total isolation.

On the high butte, she was free to scream all she wanted.  At first she screamed in alarm, but the terror silenced her as she discovered that she was no longer in the familiar territory of the city.  Somehow she'd been transported to a remote and rugged mountain.  I stood before her and smiled beneath my mask.  They all reacted differently.  Some cried and begged.  Other's tried to reason with me.  Very few of them tried to fight, but this girl was a fighter.

Her car keys in hand, she turned them quickly and with a practiced eye, shot a stream of mace in my face.  My reaction must have shocked her.

"Sorry," I laughed, "but it doesn't seem to work.  Try it again.  Maybe another shot will help."

In vain, she sprayed another full stream at the eye and mouth holes in my mask.  I laughed loudly.  Angrily she turned the keys around in her hand and tried to attack me.  Her hand was inches away from my face when my hand shot out and caught her wrist in an unyielding grip.  She tried kicking every vulnerable area, but I still held her at bay, helpless to my desires.

"My turn," I laughed shoving her to the ground.  Pouncing upon her, I grasped her top and in one rough motion ripped both it and her bra from her frame.

"Please don't," she screamed.  "You're hurting me.  Please let me go."

"I'll turn you loose when I'm done with you," I said in a low tone.  "Until then, you're mine to do with as I please.  Now take off your jeans."

"You go to hell," she screamed.  "I'm not doing anything for you, you fucking bastard."

"Why do so many of you resist," I asked aloud.  Running my hands along with waistline of her jeans, I gave a mighty yank and they tore like paper.

"Aieeeeeeeeeee," she screamed in pain.  "Please stop hurting me."

"I can play rough," I shouted loudly at her.  "I can also play nice.  It's all up to you."  Grasping her ankle, I lifted her above my head and took great joy and pulling off her shoes and socks as if she were an unruly child.  Throwing her back on the ground, she landed hard and gasped as the breath were knocked out of her.

"Please stop," she cried.  "You're killing me."

"Strip off everything now," I snapped losing patience with her.  "I'm getting tired of screwing around with you."

Tears rolling down her face, gasping for air, she pulled off the shreds of her jeans and her panties.  Standing there in the night air, she tried in vain to cover herself, but it was plainly revealed she was a woman helpless before me, ready to be taken.

"Come here," I ordered in a no nonsense tone."  I loved the look of horror on her face as I unzipped my dark pants and allowed my cock to spring out.  "Suck my cock, beautiful.  Who knows?  I might take you home later."

She moved slowly towards me but made no move to kneel before me.  Her eyes started defiantly into mine.  "Fuck you, you son of a bitch."

Both of my hands shot out to her bare shoulders.  With very little effort on my part, her frail frame was shoved to her knees.  "Open your mouth, slut, and suck my cock like I asked."

With a look of pure hatred she opened her mouth.  I guided my erect shaft through her soft lips.  In a flash, she bit down on my member with all of her strength.  She was shocked that instead of crying out in pain, I patted her gently on the head.

"You can do better than that.  Now knock of the biting or you won't have a tooth in your head after I knock them out."  My tone was clear enough that she knew that I meant business.  "Now suck it like you're supposed to."

At this point, she broke.  With tears streaming down her face, her began sliding her soft lips up and down the length of my shaft.  Grasping her head firmly, I began sliding it in even deeper, enjoying the gagging sound she made as I hit the back of her throat.  The longer she sucked, the harder and larger I became.

"Mmmmm," I moaned.  "You must do this for a living."  I laughed aloud at the sound of her slurping and the juices running down her face.

"Fuck you," she screamed and spat at me.  "I sucked your cock now leave me alone."

"That's just the beginning, whore," I remarked.  "When's the last time you've gotten a good fuck?"

"That's none of your business, you sick son of a bitch! Now leave me alone"  Her anger was giving her boldness.

"I love it when you girls fight like this.  It makes it all worthwhile."  Roughly I shoved her back into the dirt on the rocky butte and fell upon her.  Her screams pierced the night as my hands roamed over her helpless form.  Her curses echoed across the mountains, but no one was there to hear them.  They took on a hysterical crescendo as I moved my rock hard cock against her tight pussy. 

"Please stop," she screamed.  "Please, let me do you with my hand.  You'll like it.  I promise I'll be good."

"You had your chance to be good," I rasped in her ear.  "I wish I had the time to play with you a few more hours, but the sun will be up soon."  With that announcement, I moved forward and filled her dry pussy with my engorged shaft.

I love the moment when I first take them and they scream like a wounded animal.  I always pause at that moment.  They're usually silence themselves at that point wondering if the assault is all over.  They couldn't be more wrong.  I love the sound my victim makes when I suddenly begin  thrusting deep inside them, shaking their frail bodies like rag dolls.  They scream in unbelief that anyone could do that to them.  Soon the urgency grows. 

The pressure rising, the intensity of the movement increasing, causes me to raise my voice in a cry that would never be recognized as human.  With the rest of the world, I must be careful, but at this moment in time, I can be myself. 

"Please stop," I hear from her open mouth.  "You're killing me!"

I dare not stop.  Faster and faster I move until I feel it, the eruption, the moment I had been desiring for the longest time.

My voice deafens her almost as I scream aloud, filling her pussy with my seed.  The moment is almost supernatural.  My senses join with hers.  I can hear her breathing, feel her rapid pulse, even sense the blood rushing through her veins.  In total ecstasy, I remain on top of her wounded form, almost unwilling to move.

But I see the sun rising on the horizon.  I cannot stay with her.  It's time for me to get to work.  I have too many people depending upon me.

Rising to my feet, I adjust my dark outfit.  I see her wounded body, curled into the fetal position. Every breath was painful to her.

"You said you'd turn me loose," she gasped gathering her limbs under her and attempting to stand.

"I never break my word," I said.  "You're free.  Look into the direction of the sunrise.  In about 350 miles in that direction, you'll find the nearest town.  I'm sure you can find help there.  But I'd get a move on.  When the sun comes up, the desert floor is over a hundred and ten degrees with no shade."

She turned to plead for her life, but I was gone.

Moments later in my apartment, I showered and prepared to meet the day.  Placing my simple business suit over my bed, I reach back into my closet and pulled out my familiar red and blue uniform.  Looking into the mirror, I adjusted the letter on my chest, made sure my signature curl was in place, and looked at the world's greatest hero.

"You are a bastard," I remarked to the reflection.

April 14, 2015, 12:50:08 AM
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Offline Nyx

I am in love with this story. The twist was so effective!! I was thinking he was a vampire and then BOOM, the awesome hit me right in the face.

April 14, 2015, 08:56:10 AM
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Offline bulldog1975

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I am in love with this story. The twist was so effective!! I was thinking he was a vampire and then BOOM, the awesome hit me right in the face.

Such high praise.  The inspiration hit me and I banged out this story in about 20 minutes.

April 19, 2015, 05:25:25 AM
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Offline Jed

And all this time Lois Lane thought he was shy......

Nice job bulldog.