My Rapist; the Worst Thing That Can Happen?
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, NonConsensual, Rape, Heterosexual, Fiction, Wife Watching, BDSM, MaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Water Sports, Spitting, Exhibitionism, Needles,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young wife is raped in the back of a van in a parking lot. She must be a very good victim. Her rapist keeps coming back for more.
It's every woman's worst nightmare. It happened to me today.
I went to the mall in the morning. I didn't really need anything. It's just fun to look around. My chores were done and I didn't have anything to do except stop by the grocery store on the way home and pick up a few things.
I looked around at some cute outfits. I couldn't afford them and I didn't need them but it was fun to look. It would have been more fun if I had someone to go with. Since I graduated from high school six months ago it seemed like most of my friends had either gone away to some university or other, gotten married and moved away, or gone to work.
My husband, Sean, had a good job. You couldn't say we were well off, but we didn't lack for any of the necessities and Sean didn't think I should go to work right away. I was never much of a student. So advanced education wasn't in my future. I would probably get a job eventually. But I didn't really have any skills. Employers in the area weren't calling me up and offering me jobs. For the time being I planned to concentrate on being the best wife that I could and see how things worked out.
So I was alone that day, as usual. The only thing that I bought was a magazine and then I headed for the grocery store. Today was Monday. Normally Monday morning is a pretty good time to shop. It was busier than usual today though. I was half way down the row in the parking lot before I found an empty space so I went ahead and drove a little farther and parked near the cart return.
I went in and bought the items I needed. It wasn't much, milk and bread and a few odds and ends. I had so few items that when I left the store I didn't even use a cart. It was a nice day, so I didn't mind walking half way across the parking lot. I wasn't getting much exercise lately anyway.
I used the trunk release button on my key fob and dropped my groceries in the trunk. Then I walked around to my door to get in. I was startled by a sudden noise behind me. Before I could even turn to see what it was a hand clamped down on my mouth and a very large knife appeared in front of my face.
I can't fully explain the feelings I experienced at that moment. I was truly terrified for the first time in my life. I was helpless. I was totally under someone else's control. That's a terrible feeling. I was so scared I could hardly breathe.
I never even considered resisting. The man guided me slowly backwards, dragging me through the side door of his van. It was one of those windowless, work vans. There was a blanket blocking off any view through the windshield in the front. We were in a totally private room in a public parking lot.
Once I was on my knees in the van and the door was closed the man held me close and whispered in my ear, "Are you going to be a good girl if I take my hand away from your mouth?"
I fully intended to do anything and everything he told me to do as long as he had that huge knife he was holding in front of my face. More than anything else, I just wanted to live. Nothing else mattered.
I nodded and he slowly pulled his hand away. He waited to see if I was going to scream. When I remained silent he dropped his hand and asked, "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Myra," I whispered.
"How old are you?" he wanted to know.
"You're a child bride! How long have you been married?"
I was so terrified I couldn't even remember!
"A few months," I finally stammered in response.
"You are very beautiful," he said.
That didn't seem to require an answer. I stayed on my knees on the mattress which covered most of the floor in the back of the van and waited to see what the man wanted. Well, I was pretty sure that I knew what he wanted. I was just praying that I would survive it. I prayed that he wouldn't drive me somewhere and rape me and kill me.
That part of my prayer was answered. We stayed right there in the parking lot. He asked me, "Do you want to take your clothes off, or do you want me to cut them off?"
What I wanted was to get in my car and go home. That wasn't one of the options he was offering me. So I took a deep breath and carefully pulled my t-shirt off. I was careful not to do anything to give him a reason to use that big knife that was still hovering near my face. I set my shirt aside and he ordered me to turn so that he could better enjoy the show.
I turned so that I faced the man who had pulled me into the truck and saw him for the first time. He was a rough looking man. He appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He looked like the kind of man that might show up if you called for a plumber or carpenter. The main difference was the undisguised look of lust on his face.
I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I dropped it on my shirt and reached for the button on my shorts. The man's rough hand reached out and explored my breast and I hesitated while he held my sensitive breast. He squeezed it lightly for a moment before concentrating on my nipple. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them, first one and then the other. It bothered me that they got so hard so fast. I knew that it was not something I could control. I knew that it didn't mean that I was getting excited. I just didn't want him to think that I was.
He finally released my nipples and I finished unfastening the button on my shorts. I tried to steady my breathing. I was so scared that I was nearly panting. With shaking fingers I pulled down the zipper on my shorts.
I had been sitting back on my heels as I undressed. Now I straightened up and pushed my shorts and my panties down together. I sat down on the mattress and slid my sandals off and then pushed my shorts down my legs and dropped them onto my other clothes.
The man reached out and pushed my legs apart and stared at my naked body for a while, a long while. He was only wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts and the bulge in his shorts was obvious.
He told me that as long as I continued to behave that he would set the knife aside. He said that he didn't want to cut me, and he wouldn't as long as I continued to cooperate.
He didn't really need the knife. He was twice my size. I just nodded, grateful that it was out of my face and I was no longer an inch from being scarred for life, or killed.
I looked away as he undressed. He only wore his t-shirt and shorts and he was quickly naked. He stretched out beside me and pulled me down. He took me into his arms and we made out like lovers for a while. I didn't respond at first. But a quick threat was all it took to make me return his kisses. He kissed me, gently at first and then with more and more passion, all the while moving his hands over my body.
We went on like that for a long time before he put his hand in my hair and started guiding my head. He instructed me to kiss and lick as he guided my mouth around his torso. He liked having me suck his nipples. He even made me lick his armpits, which, thankfully, were clean. I didn't mind this part so much. I didn't like it. But I knew where it was going and I wasn't anxious to go to the next stage. I still had not looked below his waist. I didn't want to see his penis.
I was not sexually inexperienced. I became sexually active when I was a sophomore, at the age of sixteen. I had sex with half a dozen guys in high school before I got engaged to Sean. I like sex. It's a lot of fun. It's exciting. I like being touched. I like the feeling of power I get when I see the look of lust in a man's face when he undresses me.
I like kissing and touching and I even like to suck a nice hard cock. If I am really turned on I don't even mind when a guy cums in mouth! As long as I get mine next.
I'm not promiscuous, though. I've never fucked on a first date, or second or third. I've never done it with a guy I didn't have feelings for. And I have never been forced before.
My rapist was in no hurry. I spent a long time kissing and licking his hairy chest and his stomach. At some point I could no longer avoid seeing his hard, throbbing, drooling cock. It was inches from my face at this point and it was the fattest cock I have ever seen. It didn't seem unusually long. But its thickness made it seem even more threatening that it would normally have been under these circumstances.
It wasn't long before I was licking and kissing his cock, and then sucking it. I had come to believe that I was a pretty skilled cocksucker. I was having trouble with his fat cock, though. My lips stretched uncomfortably around his cock and despite the way he forcefully pushed on my head, I was never able to take more than half of his cock into my mouth. He gave me a good fifteen minutes to try.
While he forced my head up and down on his cock he ordered me to tickle his balls and use my hand on the large portion of his cock that I could not get in my mouth. He came suddenly, with no warning at all. He held my head in his firm grip so that I couldn't move away. I choked and gagged as the first spurts of cum erupted into my mouth. But at last I got myself under control and managed, finally, to swallow his cum.
He made me stop sucking and then he relaxed with my mouth wrapped around his softening cock. As we lay there quietly and his breathing returned to normal, I suddenly became aware of the sounds from outside in the parking lot. Cars were driving by. People were talking. I could hear the sound of carts being pushed over to the cart return. I was laying here naked with a strange man's cock in my mouth while ten feet away people were going about their business. It seemed bizarre!
My rapist rested for a moment. Then he pulled me back up beside him. He got up on his knees and started kissing and licking his way down my body, just like he made me do it for him. He was very skillful and by the time he was kneeling between my wide spread thighs and licking and kissing my pussy I had to admit that I was actually getting turned on. I hated it. But I couldn't deny it. And as hard as I tried I couldn't fight it.
I moaned and quivered through several orgasms before he got up over me and ordered me to put his revitalized cock inside of me. I spoke to him for the first time since I answered his questions when he first pulled me into the truck. I tentatively reached for his large cock and whispered, "Please, don't hurt me."
He looked me in the eye and said with a smirk, "You aren't fooling anyone, little girl. I saw how hot you got. I saw how many times you came when I was eating your hot little cunt. You were having fun. Believe me. You're going to love this."
I closed my eyes as he started pushing into me but he ordered me to open them. "Keep your eyes open little girl. I want to see your whole life change when you find out what it's like to be fucked by a real man."
I stared into his eyes as I felt his cock pushing into me. It was painful at first, but I was certainly wet enough and, to be honest, it was more of a sensation of pressure than pain. His cock was easily twice as thick as any cock I've experienced since I became sexually active two years ago.
He was very slow and deliberate, staring me in the face the entire time as he pushed his cock all the way into me. When his pelvis was grinding against mine he paused and let me take a breath. I realized that I had been panting, hyperventilating, as he entered me.
As soon as I calmed down he started fucking me. He moved slowly at first, then faster and more and more forcefully. I have never been able to have an orgasm from just getting fucked. Not without something else happening too.
I had once cum while I was bent over a hassock watching a porn movie while my husband was fucking me from behind and talking about inviting some of his friends over to fuck me. That was not something I would ever want to do for real. But the fantasy drove me right over the top.
I had also cum when he fucked me with some little rubber gadget around his cock that rubbed on my clit when we fucked. We couldn't use it all of the time because it didn't just excite, it also irritated. I could get pretty sore from it.
But the sensations from this man's cock, the fullness, the idea of being so helpless, the forceful way he took control and used me, it is embarrassing to admit, but this was the best fuck I had ever had!
I tried not to. I bit my tongue and I squeezed my fists and I concentrated on the milk I had just bought, getting warm and spoiling in the trunk of my car. None of that helped. I was soon moaning quietly and before I could control myself I had my arms around this man's neck and my legs around his and I was humping back at him like a crazy woman.
I came twice before he finally came again. He stayed on top of me, resting on his arms and smiling down at me as I relaxed my arms and legs and cried quietly in shame at the way I had just responded to my rapist. For the first time since he had grabbed me I was crying softly. I couldn't believe that I had lost control like that.
He finally got off of me and reached over and handed me my panties. He ordered me to put them on. "Here," he said, "put these on before you lose all the evidence. In case you feel like going to the police and bragging about what a great time you had."
I pulled my panties on as he watched in amusement. He knew I wasn't going to the police. I couldn't. I could hear that conversation in my head now. "Hello, police? My name is Myra and some strange man just gave me the best fuck of my life!"
He handed me my shorts and I pulled them on, then he gave me my t-shirt. He kept my bra. He made me kneel with my back to him and I heard him going through my purse. I assumed he was robbing me. He wouldn't get much. I only had about fifteen dollars.
He got dressed and when he was ready he opened the side door, slowly, and looked around. He watched and waited for several minutes and. After I heard a car leave he got out and helped me out. He steadied me while I put my sandals on, then he handed me my purse, kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. He held my door for me and directed me to drive straight through the vacant parking spot in front of my car, so that I couldn't get his license number.
I drove home as fast as I could and rushed to my bedroom. I stripped and threw away my underwear. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth thoroughly. Then I took a shower, a very long, very hot, shower.
When I got out of the shower I threw away my tooth brush. I got out a new one and brushed my teeth again. After I brushed my teeth I used my husband's mouthwash. Then I stood and stared at myself in the mirror for a long time.
I couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. I looked at my naked body and tried to see it as he had. As I stood there I remembered everything that had happened. All of the details came flooding back over me. Mostly, though, I remembered how I had felt. I remembered all of the orgasms. I remembered that monster's fat cock. And I felt so ashamed.
I knew I should be traumatized. I guess I was, in a way. Not like one of those crazy, hysterical women that you see on TV who are lying in hospital beds and nearly out of their minds.
I was more upset with myself for enjoying it than I was with that man for raping me! I threw my clothes in the laundry and remembered my groceries which were still in the trunk of my car. I pulled on a clean top, a pair of shorts and I slipped my sandals on and ran out and got my groceries out of the trunk.
The milk still smelled alright. But I told myself I would replace it tomorrow. Everything else was okay.
I looked at a clock for the first time and was surprised that it was still so early. I had thought that a lot of time must have passed in that van. It had been just after noon when I left the mall and it was not quite three now. It wasn't even time to start supper yet!
I sat at the kitchen table and tried not to keep reliving what had just happened to me. I couldn't help it though. It just kept forcing itself back into my stream of consciousness, no matter how hard I tried to think of anything else. It was like the rape of my body was over. But now my mind was being raped. The horrible thing about it was that I could feel my nipples getting hard and my pussy getting wet. I was so ashamed.
I decided to do a load of laundry. I didn't want Sean coming home and smelling some stranger's cum when he went into the bedroom. I washed the clothes I had worn today. At the last minute I even fished my dirty, cum soaked panties out of the trash and threw them into the washer. I had paid a lot of money for them at Victoria's Secret. It would be silly to throw them away. It wasn't their fault that I was raped.
While the clothes were washing I sprayed an air freshener around the bedroom. I still thought I could smell that man, my rapist. But I knew that it was just in my head.
I went out and tried to watch something on TV. I turned it on. But I ended up staring at the screen for an hour, with not the slightest idea of what had been on. I was relieved when it was finally time to start supper and I could be up and doing something.
I removed my just washed clothes from the washer, put them in the dryer, got supper started and watched the clock ticking off the minutes until Sean would be home. I was planning how to greet him when he got in. I had to remember what was normal and try to calm down. I knew he would be devastated if he were to learn what had happened to me today.
I heard him pull into the driveway and I went to the door to meet him. We hugged and then I pulled him into the kitchen and got him a beer. I asked him about his day and I tried to pay attention while he told me. I had been starting to get a little bored with being a housewife lately. I was beginning to envy him the interaction with other people at his work place. Some days, a lot of days, I stayed home all day and never spoke to a single person until Sean got home. So I was always anxious to hear about his day. But today I didn't hear much of it. I stared at him. I saw his lips move and I knew that he was talking. But I couldn't tell you a thing he said.
I cleaned up after dinner and we went in and sat down to watch TV for a while. I sat beside him on the couch and we kissed and hugged. We were still newly weds and we still made love nearly every day. It was exciting and I enjoyed it as much as he did, most of the time anyway.
He noticed that I was not wearing a bra. He had tried to get me to stop wearing them. He loved it when I went without. I always felt so self conscious though. I felt like everyone could see that I wasn't wearing one, and that they would know that there was only my thin top between my breasts and the world. I just didn't feel dressed. So I have no idea why I had not put a bra on after my shower.
Sean liked it. And it didn't take long before I wasn't wearing anything, and he wasn't wearing anything. We made love on the living room rug and it was nice.
I didn't cum. I held my breath for the longest time, terrified that he would know. It was several long moments before I knew that he couldn't tell I had been raped. It was such a relief. Apparently that fat cock hadn't ruined me.
I felt cleaner after we had made love. I had been cleansed by Sean's nice cock. We relaxed and cuddled on the rug for a few moments. Then I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up.
I went back out and sat beside Sean and we played with each other while we watched TV. I could almost stop thinking about what had happened today, almost.
We went to bed at our usual time, nine PM. Sean held me and I lay there listening as his breathing got deeper and soon I knew that he was asleep. It took me hours to get to sleep. Every time I tried to relax and go to sleep I would be drawn back into that truck. I would feel that fat cock stretching my lips, or entering my pussy. I could see that man's face as he took total control of me and enjoyed my body, as he took pleasure in my helplessness.
I was exhausted when I finally fell asleep. But once I was asleep I slept like I was in a coma.