Rape: He Said - She Said

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Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Rape, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Fiction, Sadistic, Snuff, Violent, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: WARNING: This story of a rape from his point of view and her point of view. Written in first person alternating between the two characters. It is graphic and contains murder so be forewarned and ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

He Said

I watched her prancing around with her short dress barely covering her ass, and that deeply plunging neckline revealing her big bouncing tits. She moved her long shapely legs energetically on the dance floor inviting me to part them. She was calling all cocks to come to her. It was a tease dance if ever I saw one. She didn't turn anyone down, but I could tell no one would get lucky. The bitch was just another fucking tease. She danced with the pathetic loser geeks, the big husky athletes, and even the married guys. The girlfriends and wives glared at her as her big tits bounced so invitingly. The single girls envy for her was exhibited on their faces. It wasn't that they weren't as good looking as her, though they weren't, it was more they didn't have – "it." That certain "it" that every little prick tease has. The inherent ability to send a mixed message – I'm wild as hell and you have a shot at me; coupled with, I'm so fucking hot you don't have a chance. My cock twitched in my pants trying to grow it wanted to get wet, no, that isn't quite right. What it wanted was to feel a hot stuck up bitches' pussy being ripped apart to accommodate it. I decided to have her. I had to destroy her.

She teased guys leading them on and then let them down, it looked as if she dashed their hopes in a tender manner. Didn't matter to me if she was kind or cruel I would destroy the bitch. I watched her ass gyrate and her body ungulate in a practiced tease designed to drive men wild. All this so she could say the word, "NO." The slut was a destroyer of souls. She promised tender mercy while she delivered emasculating rejection. I couldn't wait to hurt this bitch. I would be patient and bid my time then strike her down and give her the fucking she really needed. I figured she was a lesbo – I hate fucking lesbians!

I waited and watched she was the kind that would wait till near the end of the night. She would tease and then prance out of the bar, the bitches would sigh with relief while the guys would groan with disappointment. Only it wasn't going to go that way tonight. Not this night because this cunt had a date with nine inches of cunt ripper.

I made my move and acted shy, I knew she would like that. First I bought her a drink and slipped just a little pill in it. After she had drunk a good portion of the cocktail, I stumbled over the words until she said "Let's dance." It was a fast dance which was what I wanted. That would move the shit through her system quickly. She moved so nicely but not as good as before. Still the cunt could dance like a pro. As the dope took effect she began to stumble every so often. I would rescue her grabbing her saving her from a fall. I knew she could feel the power in my grasp. Then the music changed and it was a slow song. Instinctively she moved to me as the DJ called out, "Last call and last dance." I moved her guiding her as she hung on to me tightly. Her senses were awash from the shit I gave her. Her body had to be crawling, at that point, with fingers of fire. Especially, her twat.

She Said

I was having the best time, I wore a low cut extremely short dress. Dancing with every guy on the floor I led them on and let them down. You know even the married guys came on to me. I loved being the center of attention. I could feel all those men's eyes staring at me, consuming me. I could feel the other eyes as well, envious hate filled eyes glaring at me wishing I wasn't there, how sweet. My breast swayed with music as I gracefully moved to the beats. I wasn't going to give anyone anything but dances. I'm no whore, but I do love being the center of attention both of adoration and that of hatred. There is no finer compliment from a straight woman than loathing.

I had quite a bit to drink and perhaps I was slurring my speech a bit. I think perhaps I wasn't as graceful as I was at the beginning of the night. I probably should have stop drinking. But the guys wouldn't stop coming on to me. They would buy me a drink while they worked up their nerve to ask me to dance. So it went through the night, I would dance a few dances then drink a little. It was a good arrangement. I looked at my watch and decided the night was about over. Most of the guys had already settled on a more average girl, some were now courting the dogs. Everyone had given up on me for anything other than dance. It was 1:15 and last call would be in 20 minutes or so. Time for a few more dances and then I could leave watching the relief on all the other bitches faces as I walked by them. That was the plan at least.

That was when he came up to me. I wanted another drink I wasn't quite as gone as I wanted to be. Poor shy bastard sat there stumbling over the words mumbling under his breath afraid of me. It isn't uncommon for guys to lose all confidence in my presence. After what seemed to me an eternity of umm's and aaah's, I asked him if he wanted to buy me a drink. He nodded that he did, I told him the frozen concoction that I wanted. He jumped almost running to the bar. He returned quickly a big smile on his face, poor bastard I was going to dash his hopes. I took the drink and sipped it like a lady as he mumbled about how pretty I was. He fumbled around telling me some boring story about himself. Sorry when guys talk it is just, "blab grumble, mumble, mumblety-peg," to me. I was amazed at how such a good looking guy could be so awkward. I figured he must have a thimble prick. As soon as I finished the drink I said, "Lets dance."

It was a fast dance I moved about thrusting and gyrating harder than before. Occasionally I would stumble and he would catch me. I must have had more to drink than I realized. I would break free of his grasp and go back to my animalistic routine. I could see his appreciation in his pants, they were tented out as his apparently big prick strained against the fly. Now I was even more confused at his lack of confidence. I thought well, good he will have to settle for rosy palm tonight. For some reason, I was flushed and getting hot. I was literally on fire especially in my crotch. You know that special feeling you get when you need a good tongue deep in your snatch. Abruptly the music changed from a hard driving beat to a slow, soft love song. The dj said something I couldn't quite make out what it was. I fell into him and he wrapped his arms around me. We began to move as one and glided around the dance floor. His hard cock pressed against my belly. God, it was enormous. I really hate cock and his fuck stick was really beginning to disgust me. I wanted to break away from him and leave, but no matter how much I willed it I couldn't make myself push away.

My body felt like ants were crawling over me while my pussy burned with need and grew moist. I'm essentially a lesbian and I truly hate men, they sicken me. Actually there is only one thing a man is worth to me, it isn't fucking either that's what women are for. No, they are just fun to toy with. You know lead them on then dump them. It was what I wanted to do with this jerk, but I couldn't make myself break free from him. He guided me around the floor like I was some rag doll. I was getting a little dizzy so I closed my eyes.

He Said

I moved her further into the shadows at the back of the bar. I danced her through the little curtain that concealed the back room door. Taking control of her was easy so I moved us through it and the bitch didn't even notice. She leaned against me as I clutched her body moving her deftly around the room until we were at the very back where a dirty old mattress lay on the floor. I forced her down on the ratty stinking mattress and ripped the dress from her body. She wore no bra, no hosiery or pantyhose, just a little pink thong which I tore from her body with one tremendous yank.

I could tell she was trying to move but couldn't. Her body refused to obey her will. Her arms attempted to move but only trembled. She held her legs together. It was probably the only thing she had any control over at this point. She held them clamped tight, but I had the cure for that. I brought my fist down on one of her tits hard and her whole body shook from the blow. Then putting my hands between her knees I pushed them apart. Whore fought me tried to keep them tight even then. But, the little cunt was no match for my strength. I pulled her legs around my waist as I fished out my cock. The fucker sprang out ready for use wanting to feel muscles shred.

Man, oh, man you should have seen the look of fear in her eyes. Like a prick would killer her or something. I love that look of fear and loathing. Crawling over her body I could hear her whispering. "Please, don't do this. Please, I'm a lesbian. Please don't rape me."

I snarled in her ear, "Fuck you bitch." And shoved it in deep and hard. Little cunt whimpered and cried as I fucked her deep and hard. I tore that cunt up as I abused those big tits, biting squeezing them, no not squeezing the fuckers, I mashed them like they were bread. I put my mouth on her nipples and clamped down with my teeth. All the while I hammered my cock into her like some dog fucking your leg.

Those tender muscles in her pussy tore apart to make room for my cock. It felt like a tight virgin snatch.

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