Tuesday's Rape I love having Tuesdays off from work! I'm Kay, a naturally quiet person who generally dislikes crowds, so Tuesday off suits me just fine. On Tuesdays the mall has adequate parking, no long lines at the checkout stands, the parks have empty benches, and best of all, the beach is usually deserted. That's where you will find me most summer Tuesdays--baking in the sun and enjoying every minute of it. Last Tuesday, however, was different--very very different. The day had actually started out quite wonderful. I woke up in the late morning to intensely blue skies and heat radiating from my bedroom windows. I jumped out of bed, downed my Starbucks, put on my favorite thong bikini, grabbed my beach bag and was out the door and to the shore by noon. I found my favorite sandy spot next to an old weather-worn log. This log allows me a little bit of privacy from other sunbathers, if there happens to be any on the beach that day. Last Tuesday, though, the beach was deserted. I'm crossing my legs now as I think of the events of that day--embarrassed and ashamed to admit that I'm slippery wet from the mere thought of what happened. I remember it as if it is happening again... ... It feels wonderful to lay back on my towel wiggling my toes in the hot sand. I slather my body in coconut oil. I don't think "slather" is really a word, but it sounds right in my head as I pour a generous amount of coconut oil on my body and "slather" up. Even though it is still early in the season, my body is already starting to darken to a golden brown, and the oil makes my skin glisten in the sun. I shaved the night before so my skin is silky smooth. I've always hated hair on my body and fell into the routine of shaving my entire body during my daily shower at a young age. The swimsuit I am wearing is my favorite. It has a very skimpy thong bottom with an even skimpier string top. The bright orange color emphasizes my tan and the material is so thin that I sometimes forget I'm wearing anything at all. My breasts are quite large and I know the outline of my nipples can be seen through the top, but I don't mind. In fact, between you and me, I like having my nipples show clearly. I suppose I'm a bit of a tease. It is time now to get down to some serious sunbathing. I bring out my mp3 player and my water bottle and set them in the sand. Rolling onto my tummy I open a magazine, knowing I will never read it. Within a couple minutes my thoughts are drifting out to sea and I am asleep. Pain in my neck. What the hell is going on? Ouch! What is that pressing on my neck? I can't turn over--weight on my back. I'm at the beach, right? My thoughts begin clearing and I realize I am not alone. A stranger's deep whisper in my ear, "If you make a single sound, I'll kill you!" To reinforce his statement, he presses something into my neck that is painfully sharp. I look out the corner of my eye to see a knife handle. I start to freak out. I begin to speak; I want to beg, to scream, to tell him to go to hell! Shit! Ok, I won't try that again. I think my neck is bleeding now. Remain calm, Kay, remain calm. He warns me not to make a move as he moves onto his side next to me. He tells me to face away from him on my side. I move slowly into position hoping that if I comply without complaint he might loosen his grip on the knife giving me a chance for escape. Unfortunately, he only moves the knife to the front of my throat and doesn't loosen the grip. In a time like this it's amazing to me that you can think about anything at all, but my thoughts are clear and focused--find a way to escape! His right hand is on my waist. His left hand gripping the knife gives him his right hand free to... For the first time the thought enters my mind that he might rape me. No, maybe he has other plans. Please God, let him have other plans. Wait, no, other plans might involve something worse than rape. Maybe he plans to kill me! Oh my God, I must get away from this mad man. I can't help it, I have to struggle. I MUST get away. His hand grips my waist hard and he moves the knife slightly. I can't get away. I can't. Thoughts racing. I'll cooperate for a bit and maybe an opportunity will present itself for me to kick and run. Deep breaths, don't panic, breathe deeply Kay. He is holding still; pressing his body against me. I feel his hot breath in my ear, and I can sense his excitement. I can also sense he doesn't want to rush. This has been planned--I know it. He has thought about this for some time and he knows exactly what he is going to do to me. When I come to this realization, my fear increases. Why did I have to pick a secluded beach? There is a chance nobody will come by all day! Panic again. Breathe, Kay, breathe. His hand begins moving slowly and deliberately down my stomach. I feel his fingers entering the top of my bikini bottom. Again his hand moves lower, lower, lower, until he is cupping my pussy mound. He squeezes and holds my pussy in his hand and leaves it there unmoving. His hips push against my bottom while his hand pushes me back against him. This is so humiliating. His hand so intimately on my shaven pussy and there is nothing I can do except wait. Wait to see what comes next. Fear, panic, breathe, Kay, breathe. His voice jolts me from my thoughts, "Lay on your back--NOW!" No choices, no options, I comply. As I roll over he ties a towel tightly over my eyes. I really didn't want to see him but now I feel so powerless. I realize I need to see what he is going to do to prepare myself. Prepare myself for his unwanted touch. Surprise is not good. God I'm scared. He pulls my left leg between his thighs and then pushes my right leg out to the side. My pussy lips spread open under his hand and he slowly, always slowly, slides his hand lower, his fingers dip into my soft wetness and then lower to my opening. No, no no no no NO! Don't do this! Please, please, PLEASE I beg him. I hate begging. I hate it. Oh how I hate this. His fingers enter my tight slit--at first one fingertip and then two. I know my vagina is tight; I've been told this before by boyfriends. I know there is no way he can get three fingers into me but he tries and tries again. Sudden pain. I can tell there are now three fingertips stretching me wide open. He wiggles his fingers; I suppose attempting to work my wetness up. When the wiggling finally ends, his fingers slide deeper. Shit this hurts. I am squeezing against the invasion. I know if I relax it will hurt less but to just allow him into me goes against everything screaming in my head. He whispers, "God you are tight--but not for long." I cringe. With one hard push his fingers are completely buried in my pussy. He holds them still now. Ewwwwww. A stranger's fingers inside me holding still; showing me his power, showing me his complete control over me. I relax my inside muscles. I do NOT want him to think I am squeezing because I like this! Still he holds them inside me and whispers, "I can do anything I want to you--and I will." "You take it and don't cause me any problems or I will hurt you bad. Got it?" I refuse to respond. "GOT IT BITCH???" "Ya," I whispered. Talking myself through this. Ok, just a finger fuck. I can take this. I can deal with this. He will just move his fingers, probably cum in his shorts, and then it will be over. Ya, that's it. I can deal with this. His fingers are moving now--in and out, in and out, over and over and over slow, slow, always slow. I can sense he's grinning. Suddenly fear turns to anger. God I hate this man! The knife on my throat tightens as if he has read my mind--a nonverbal warning. He is spreading his fingers now. Oh my god, I can't stretch like this. He pulls his open fingers out slowly. As they leave my body I feel my slit rip. I yell out, "Shit, that hurt!" He laughs. Oh no, he likes causing pain! That changes everything. He whispers in my ear, "I think it's time to start my fun." Start? My world is spinning. I thought he was almost done! Noooooooo! Why is there nobody on the beach? Someone will come along; someone will see. I must believe that. I hear him fumble with a bag he must have brought. I feel a cold metal object rubbing against my thigh. He slides the leg of my swimsuit over and literally rams this cold object into my pussy. It must have ridges or something because it feels like it is ripping its way inside me. I'm crying. Shit, he made me cry! He orders me onto my stomach. "Don't drop the dildo baby," he laughs. Anger rises up in me again; stronger than before. "Fuck you!" I seeth. He just laughs. On my stomach now with my face away from him; the feared knife still on my neck. He is rubbing my ass and playing with the coconut oil. He slides his fingers under the thong and traces my crack. His fingers move so agonizingly slow. He stops at my anus and plays. He puts his fingertip in and out, in and out. I've had boyfriends touch me outside but never inside my ass. This is so incredibly humiliating! He whispers, "mmmmm baby, your ass is so tight--but not for long." Ohh nooooo. Nooooo. He slides his finger up to his knuckle. My body shakes with disgust. Slowly he slides the rest of his finger in and just lets it rest inside me. Again showing me his control. He owns me. There is nothing I can do. I find myself almost accepting this fate but again the anger rises. I simply cannot take it. I begin to struggle--moving my ass back and forth. "Your ass is so cute when you wiggle it," he laughs. Again I wait. He pulls his finger out and grabs my hip pulling me up onto my side again facing away from him. His hand is busy with his shorts. I can hear the rustling of the material. Good! He's going to jerk off now and we can be done. Relief floods through me. Wait. Why is he messing with the back of my thong again? Hot searing pain! NO! I burst into tears again. His larger and longer than average cock is invading my ass. Slow seems to be his method of using his fingers but not his dick. He jams his fat cock all the way into my ass--hard. The pain is almost more than I can bear. I feel like he is ripping me completely open. I'm crying so hard. He grabs my hip and yanks me back on his cock. This is so much worse than I ever could have imagined. He blows in my ear. I cringe. I think I'm going to throw up. He is loving this; loving the pain he is inflicting on my virgin ass. My breath is coming in short gasps. I simply cannot stop crying from the pain. When I think it can't get any worse, he starts to move his cock in and out. Not just short little strokes either but long, full, fat, thrusting bursts that rip and rerip my rectum; at least it feels that way. I must be bleeding and he likes that; I know he likes it. Harder and harder he thrusts. I suppose it was only 10 minutes or so but it felt like hours. This is the most pain I have ever endured. He stops. I realize he has not cum. He is holding back. I've never seen such self-control. He pulls his dick out and again I hear him rummaging through his bag. I had almost forgotten the large metal dildo in my pussy because of the pain surging through my ass. No! he wouldn't! My ass cannot take it! Not a dildo, please, not a dildo! I feel cold metal on my ass. Nooooo! Hard, sharp, unbearable pain. He thrusts the ridged dildo as deep as it will go and then pushes even more. It is even thicker than his cock. I can't help it. I scream. The knife cuts into my neck. Shit! I cannot take this anymore. I stop screaming but the sobs are uncontrollable. My ass feels as if it is on fire. My pussy is throbbing. He must be almost done. He MUST be almost done. Again I'm on my back. This time he shoves me into place. This is not a verbal request; this is a physical demand. He straddles my chest, grabs my chin forcing my mouth open wide, and jams his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I gag and struggle. He grabs my long hair, holds my head, and fucks my mouth with his dick. I can taste my ass. I can taste his sweat. I can taste his precum. I can't breathe while he thrusts down my throat. Over and over and over he thrusts. I try to breathe between thrusts. Faster and faster he fucks me. Pulling my head up by my hair and ramming his thick cock down my aching throat. He stops. Noooooo. Don't use control. Cum. Please cum so this can be over. He pulls out. Self-control, again, self-control. "Not yet my precious, I'm not done with you yet." Tears stream down my cheeks. He drops my head and again lays beside me, knife at my throat. I hear voices. Yes!!! Someone must be coming by! He lays his body full weight on me and kisses my mouth. I can feel the knife tighten and he whispers, "Not a word!" The voices pass by. I hear something being said about "...not appropriate on the beach." He continues to kiss my mouth. In some ways this is worse than the pain. Kissing the man who is violating and humiliating me. I want to bite him. Still he kisses. I think I'm going to be sick--really. My stomach starts to quiver. Finally he stops. "They are gone," he says. "Let us continue." I gasp. "You didn't think I could be finished with you yet, did you?" he asks. "I haven't even played with your sweet tits yet." He slides my bikini top up over my large breasts. I think I hear him moan. "These are perfect." he says under his breath. Again he is searching through his bag. I try to prepare. My ass and pussy are as full as humanly possible so what now? "This is going to hurt." he says matter of factly. Bang! OH MY GOD!!!!! Sobbing, screaming, sobbing. His hand is over my mouth as I scream. My left nipple is on fire! The sharpest most intense pain shooting through my breast. "Easy girl, it's just a piercing." "I brought this piercing gun just for you." No warning. Again I'm screaming with his hand over my mouth. My right nipple joins my left in the worst pain I have ever endured. I lose it. I pass out. He slaps my face hard and I come around. Pain--so much pain. It might be just a little less now. You can bear it, Kay. You can. This has to be the worst pain he can inflict. There can be nothing worse. He places a chain through the nipple rings and wraps the chain around his wrist. He orders me not to move or he will yank my nipples off. I hold completely still. He is pulling my thong down. What the hell? He rips the dildo out of my throbbing pussy and gently wipes my juices off me spending extra time wiping my clit. Nooo. He can't! He can't!!!! He does. Bang! The piercing gun shoots a piercing through the hood of my clit. I've never been a woman who faints but out I go again. All the pain at one time is too much. I come awake feeling him running a chain through the clit ring. He pulls all three chains through a big round ring which rests on my abdomen and attaches them. He then cuts the chains to an even length and attaches the ends to an even larger ring. "I will lead you from now on by this ring and you will move as I command." he says. "Please, please, please, no!" I beg. You are going to let me go, right? "Go?" he asks. "Never," was his only horrible response. He continues his torture of my soft young body by grabbing the dildo sticking out of my ass and ripping it out of me. Again he gently wipes me off. I think the gentleness of his touch is the most humiliating thing I have ever experienced. I hate his hands on me and he knows it so he moves his hands slowly on my body with a sense of ownership and control. I want his hands OFF OF ME! "I HATE you and I will NEVER go willingly with you." I seeth at him. He just laughs. "For that you will know my punishment." he says. He had been waiting for this! He wants to punish me and he has been waiting. He will never break me--never! "On your knees," he demands with a yank on the chains. I betray myself and move onto all fours very quickly to avoid the pain--hating myself for being so weak. He ran his hand over my ass. "Put your shoulders on the ground," he demands. I comply. My ass is high in the air. He pulls my thong down and spreads my thighs apart so my pussy is completely exposed to him. His grip is tight on the chains. I lay there not sure what to expect but knowing it will be bad. He was in his torture device bag again. I groan in fear. Whack! A leather belt on my ass. He whacks one cheek then the other, over and over and over and over. The belt slips and whacks my pussy. The clit ring... horrible pain... I'm falling to the sand. He yanks me back up and continues his punishment. My ass burns like it is on fire. Each stroke on my butt is harder than the last. Tears drip from my eyes and screams choke in my throat. I make the mistake of letting one escape my lips. He yanks the chains hard. I want to die. I will keep my screams in now. I will keep them in. I will. God this hurts so much. I can't take this anymore. I can't! When will this end? He drops the belt and pulls me down on his thighs. He grabs his throbbing fat dick and rams it up into my pussy so hard and so fast my teeth snap together. With the chains still in hand, he pushes me down on my back and begins fucking me like a wild animal. Sweat drips down his face and splashes on my lips and chin. Thrust, thrust, thrust--neverending thrusts. My clit is swollen and bleeding. He is hitting against me so hard that with each thrust the breath is knocked from me. Slamming in, pulling out, slamming in, pulling out, over and over he continues. He is going to cum. I know it. His cock can't possibly get any bigger or harder inside me. He can't possibly fuck me more intensely. Suddenly he throws his head back, grabs my chains and yanks them so fucking hard I scream uncontrollably. He cums to the sound of my screams. Even through the intense pain, I feel each shot of hot thick cum shooting inside my pussy. Holding deep inside me he waits... Waits until his pleasure is over... Waits until his cock softens... Waits until he is finished with me... Waits until he knows I am completely broken. I am. I cannot take any more. He knows. He is in full control. I give up. He knows. I'm his. He knows. Thank you for reading! Lovenvein
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