The Art of Rape

by Sterling

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Paranormal, First, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Carl is an expert in the art of raping teenage girls in their own beds in the middle of the night. But there is a twist.

As I shut the door behind me, I saw with pleasure that the faint glow of moonlight was plenty to see by. It was an ordinary girl's bedroom. There was a dresser, a bed, and a desk. A few items of clothing were scattered about on the floor, and the desk had a few books and papers on it. The walls had posters of horses and cute baby animals. In the bed was Caitlin.

It was a warm night, so she had only a sheet over her. Lying on her side facing me, her long blond hair was mussed over the pillow with a few strands over her face. She had a lightweight white nightgown on, and her breasts were easily visible underneath it. They weren't especially big, but they had a lovely curve to them. My cock started pulsing to life. A sheet reached up as far as her narrow waist, covering the mound of her hips and her bent legs. Her chest was gently rising and falling with each breath. She was 14, still a child in many ways, but her body had crossed the line into womanhood. Her face radiated peace and happiness. I was about to change that.

Warm weather was the best time for this; I had only shorts and T-shirt to remove. My cock rose to full attention as I considered what was to come.

Moving to the bed, I first gently pulled the sheet down from around her waist to the bottom of the bed. Her nightgown ended at mid-thigh, and below that her gorgeous long legs trailed away, ending in toenails with purple nail polish. Next I gently lifted her nightgown up as far as it would easily go. It rode up high enough on the back of her thighs that her white panties came into view, making my cock give a little twitch.

I was ready to spring into action at any time, but wanted to see how far I could go before she woke up. I gently pushed her hip, turning her over onto her back, and as she did I pulled the nightgown up past her waist in front. Now her luscious smooth stomach became visible above her panties. She didn't stir; I love sound sleepers!

I began gently stroking the front of her panties where her pubic hair was, and stroked down into the crevice between her legs. After a minute she started smiling in her sleep, and spread her legs a little wider. I took advantage of the extra surface area to stroke her pussy through the panties. Her smile broadened. The lubrication her body was doubtless producing would make the penetration easier on both of us. She started stirring, perhaps waking up. Now was the time.

I slowly put one knee on the bed and lifted my other leg over to straddle her, my cock pointing at its primal destination. I hooked my fingers under the edges of her panties out at her hips, and then yanked them down hard. That startled her partly awake. I lunged down on top of her and mashed one hand over her mouth and growled, "Do exactly what I say!" But she was not awake enough to be thinking of bargaining and consequences. She started thrashing and my hand only partly muffled her screams.

My full weight was bearing down on her, and with my other hand I quickly guided my cock to her cunt. When my rock-hard organ was in roughly the right place I rammed in hard. It wasn't quite lined up with her cunt opening, but as the flesh in the entire area was pressed by my rod, it funneled me in the right direction, over hair and fleshy pussy lips to the damp smooth parts. My inward path was blocked, but that slowed me only a second. I jammed again hard and the constriction gave way and the end of my intruding cock was through. She thrashed more and screamed harder, pain added to terror.

Her fear made me even more excited and determined, and with two more hard pushes I was in her all the way. Her lubrication wasn't bad, helped by my gentle pussy-stroking while she slept and also by blood from her ruptured hymen. My masculine pole now held us together down below, and I used the weight of my thighs to hold hers apart a little. I shook her head back and forth roughly and growled, "Be quiet!" Now she was awake enough to understand consequences, and she promptly went silent. Her wild eyes still showed her terror, and that was good.

I worked my hands in behind her shoulders and squeezed us together tight, while I started pumping away into her cunt fast and hard. I dug my fingers into her back and I bit her neck hard enough to draw a little blood. I found this very exciting. After maybe a minute, the glow started spreading in my loins, and as it reached its crescendo I jammed up hard into her and felt my cock twitch, the spurts of cum shooting way up inside her. As my body rhythmically pumped my seed deep into her I stayed locked tight. She had stopped struggling, so I could relax and enjoy the afterglow. I looked at her face, which was flushed, tears glistening against her skin. She was even more beautiful than her pictures had suggested.

It was good she had been totally surprised, it was good she was terrified, and it was good that she had felt some real pain. And now it was good for me to press my naked body down on hers so she struggled a bit for breath. She was soaking up the pheromones of her rapist.

I stayed on top of her for maybe five minutes until my cock softened and slid out. I then rolled off beside her, keeping her between me and the wall. The basic job was done, but now I could enjoy her with a bit more leisure.

"What are you... ?" she started to ask.

"Quiet!" I commanded. Talking was not good.

"Take off your gown and panties," I ordered. In the frenzy of the rape I had only gotten the panties partway down her thighs. She complied after the briefest hesitation. Perhaps after the ultimate violation I had just inflicted on her, stripping seemed only a minor further insult. She was just gorgeous, and I gently ran my hands all over her.

After some minutes of stroking this perfect creature my erection started rising again.

"Get up on your hands and knees," I commanded.

She just looked at me.

"Do it!" I said. "You pretend you're a little bitch in heat, and I'll fuck you from behind."

She fought back tears as she assumed the position. I then beheld her lovely woman-sized butt in all its glory. Between her legs her pussy was still engorged and glistening. I rose to my knees, and like any good male animal I worked my way behind her to line up my cock with her cunt. Once more I slid my tip in, and with just a few strokes I was in to the hilt. I could feel the tip poke the end of her cunt. I took my sweet time gliding in and out, with my hands on her butt, pleasure building with every stroke.

"You are a really great fuck," I said. "Wonderful. Well worth another load of cum."

She sniffled.

I could have thrust happily into her for an hour, but I decided it was time to give her another little dollop. I started pumping harder and deeper. She yelped as my prick hit the end of her cunt repeatedly, and I could see her wincing. The pain was good, so I made sure to jam deep with every stroke until I convulsed deep inside her in a haze of pleasure, my cock twitching my sticky splats into her. Glowing and with my desire totally satisfied, I slid out and flopped down beside her, and she slid down and rolled onto her back.

After a bit it looked like a light bulb went off, and she spoke all of a sudden. "Did my parents tell you to do this?"

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Aaaarrrgghh! I hate them. I'm never going to talk to them again! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With that, she began pummeling and kicking me.

"Stop it!" I commanded sharply. "You're mad at them, not me, right?" A flicker of a smile preceding her icy stare told me that she got the humor in that, but wasn't in the mood for it.

"If it's any consolation, lots of girls say that." After a pause I added, "You really are very beautiful."

She gave an angry sigh and put her arm over her face, but I detected a small glimmer of warmth at the compliment.

I tousled her hair a bit, then got up to call her parents. I stayed with her until they arrived. Although very rare, an occasional girl in her humiliation would do something stupid with a razor blade.

We would see if I had impregnated her, as her parents hoped.

When cats mate, the male bites and chokes the female, and then inserts his penis and thrusts briefly. As he is ejaculating, spines lift out from the side of his penis, and as he withdraws they rake the inside of the female's vagina. It is excruciating. If the female is not hurt, she does not ovulate and there will be no kittens. This is part of the life cycle of the cat.

For some reason the human reproductive cycle had changed to require something similar.

A hundred years ago, human fertility started dropping dramatically. Fewer and fewer women became pregnant, though couples were having sex more often. Then people noticed that rape victims were still getting pregnant at roughly the same rate as before. The first several people who saw evidence of this decided not to investigate it, because the implications were too horrible. But eventually all of the feminist ideology in the world couldn't suppress the conclusion. Pain and fear strongly contributed to achieving a pregnancy.

Throughout modern history, women have chosen to remain childless, and this development swelled their ranks.

Teenage girls having sex for the first time also seemed to get pregnant more than usual. Initially it was assumed that this was because, as a virgin, a girl was likely to be frightened and find the experience painful. This was often true, but it turned out to be an independent effect as well.

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