Part 1: Lesbian Rapist

John did not like to think of himself as a rapist. When you think about it it really is not his fault. Susan Johnson must accept the lion's share of blame. If it wasn't for her there are a lot of young lesbian women who would never have been raped. Susan had a problem. Her parents had spent $60,000 putting her through college to get a degree in 19th century poetry. Unfortunately she found that there is not a great demand for jobs in this field in the 20th century. Her father told her that the free ride was over. They would no longer pay for her apartment or give her an allowance. She would have to get a real job or move back home.

Susan was 24 years old and it was time to grow up. Moving back was definitely not an option for Susan. So she made up some BS resumes and filled out several applications. She was finally hired as a Customer Service/Tech Support Rep in a Sales and Marketing firm. The salary was more than she could have hoped for. The only problem was Susan was way under qualified to do this job.

That is where John came in. John was a nice enough guy and Susan suspected he had a big crush on her. Who could blame him? With her short sexy body, curly red hair and green eyes Susan was very attractive. John was your average guy and was a little shy around women, especially attractive women. Susan did not mind his attentions as long as it did not get out of hand. She was often able to get him to do her work, or answer the really difficult questions. She had made it through her first 2 weeks without a major screw up. Then it happened.

"Susan can I see you in my office" her boss asked. " I need you to run an RMDS 3rd/4th quarter comparison. Then import it to Excel and include a 3D graph of success and failures in our NY, Boston and Los Angeles markets. Please have it on my desk by 9AM Monday," he instructed.

"Shit, oh shit, oh shitty shit shit!" Susan screamed to herself. She was never going to be able to fake her way through that. She was going to be fired. Unless...

"Hey John what are you doing this weekend, I was hoping maybe we could get together," she asked.

"Sure thing Susan I would really like that," he replied. Susan figured a little flirtation, a harmless date, and perhaps a quick kiss goodnight. What could it hurt? She would wrap him around her little finger and get him to run the stupid report for her. "Yeah what could it hurt?"

John was in love. He could not believe that a woman as sexy and funny as Susan would be attracted to him but she was. She asked HIM out. He made reservations at the most expensive, romantic restaurant in town. He did not even get mad when Susan ordered steak AND lobster. They went to see River Dance. He did not care for it but sometimes you do things for the woman you love that you ordinarily would not do. When he took her home Susan invited him in for coffee.

"How do you take it?" she asked.

"Sweet creamy, and hot, just like you." he boldly replied.

When she put the coffee down and sat next to him John decided it was time to make his move. He put one arm around her and began softly kissing her. His hands began a slow gentle massage of her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples.

"Uh John... John what are you doing?" she asked.

This was getting out of hand. What the fuck did he think he was doing putting his sweaty man hands on her breasts? If she had to kiss him a little to get his help she could tolerate that but he was not going to do this. John began undoing the buttons on her pants.

"I love you Susan and now I am ready to make love with you," he told her.

"Oh Puhleasee. John that is enough I am not interested in you at all. I just needed some help at work and I thought a date might get you to help. It was all a misunderstanding. It is really kind of funny, you see I am a lesbian," she laughed.

The absurdity of it got to Susan and she had a giggle fit. "You luh, luh love me, hah hah ha ha," she sobbed.

John wasn't laughing. He could not believe it. She had played him for a fool. Stole over $100 of his money on a fake date, and now was laughing in his face. That little fucking bitch was NOT going to laugh at him. John grabbed her hair and pulled her over for a kiss to shut her up. He pushed her back on he couch and pinned her.

"Wh what are you doing... get off me you prick. I told you I'm a lesbian. How stupid are you?!" she demanded.

But John was too far gone for that. He pulled her shirt off and began unfastening her bra before Susan knew what was happening. His face was now buried in her breasts and he was suckling her left tit. Susan started to panic. This had to be a nightmare, she could not be getting raped. But she was. Susan began to struggle as John pulled her pants off.

"I'll scream" she warned.

"Susan listen to me. This is going to happen. You started it and now there is nothing you can do to stop me. I am going to rape your lying ass, suck your milky tits, and fuck your lesbian pussy. If you want me to beat the shit out of you for screaming just try me," John said. He then stood up and pulled her up onto his shoulder, and carried her back to the bedroom. Susan began thrashing about trying to grab the wall, the door frame, anything to slow him down. All she had on was her panties and she knew that if he got her into her bedroom it would be over.

He got her in the bedroom.

John dumped her on the bed. He liked the way her little titties bounced around as she lay sprawled on the bed. "Take your panties off and spread your legs for me," he ordered. Susan began crying, "I can't I am sorry please don't make me do this. I am a lesbian!! Don't you understand I cannot do this. Please John I am begging you just leave and I will forget this ever happened," she begged. Susan was not just a lesbian. She had known she was different since she was 13 years old when she fell in love with her older sister's best friend. She was never attracted to boys. Susan was a lesbian virgin. She was proud of that. John was about to take that away from her.

" Susan the one thing I can promise you is that you will never forget this happened. I never thought that I would rape a woman, but you made me do it. I never thought that I would beat a woman but if you do not get those fucking panties off right fucking now and spread your legs for me I am going to hurt you. Once I start hitting you I don't know if I will be able to stop. Please Susan help me not to hurt you," he said.

Susan 's hands were trembling, and she was softly crying as she did it, but she took her panties off. John decided to be nice about it. "Where do you want me to begin. Would you like me to fuck you, suck you or butt you?" John asked.