This disturbing story is actually the result of an email exchange with a girl who loved rape fantasies. The sicker the perpetrator, the more she liked it. Not a romance tale.
Stroker..
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[FONT=&quot]Milo had her. It was easy once he found her. She was asking to be taken. The short skirt, the makeup, the walk, the hair. She was perfect. She wanted to be taken: to be shown how to love, how to surrender, how to beg, how to please. He knew that she was the one from the moment she stepped off the elevator. He had prowled that office building for weeks, transfixed by a flowing pleated skirt, or the ample breasts of the various women he ogled. But each had one feature or at most two that he was looking for. The hair was not right, however, or the walk was awkward. Twice he had seen girls with real potential but the situation was wrong: too busy, or they were accompanied by a friend. But Milo like any predator was patient. She would appear. She was destined to be his and she would come to him.

Last night he had resigned himself to yet another failed attempt. It was getting too late. The parade of office girls had stopped half an hour ago. Surely, they had all left by now. He would go home and dream of her....prepare for her. As he headed for the parking lot door, she stepped out of the elevator. His heart began to pound. His head swivelled about checking for witnesses. They were alone in the foyer. He stepped inside and behind the cold metal door and poured chloroform onto the large cotton swab he had prepared. He flattened himself against the back wall of the landing. He reached up and unscrewed the light bulb. All his research, his detailed planning was paying dividends now. And like the answer to a dream she opened the door to the parking garage. Milo a large man who works out daily, subdued the woman with no effort.

The parking lot was too dangerous: to open to unwanted observers. So Milo carried her up the stairs, across the second floor hallway and down the stairwell that lead to the alley. His van was parked there waiting. She did not awaken for the half hour drive to his suburban home. In his cellar he undressed her in ritualized fashion, peeling her clothes away, folding them into perfect squares. When she was naked he lay her out on the floor and stood back to admire the wonder of her. "Mine..." he thought.”Mine... take your time...train her...teach her." He sat back on the sofa and masturbated to her exposed body. Then he tucked her up in a foetal position and lay her in the cell. Three hours later he watched her slowly revive. Eventually her eyes opened blinking, fighting for consciousness. "You are perfect and you are mine... all mine." He saw her wrestle with the words from the fog of her drugged mind. Struggling to comprehend. "You are perfect and you are mine." He repeated.


He loved the fear and the confusion in her eyes. She was like a trapped animal. A beautiful trapped animal, his sweet, sweet bird. He watched her struggle to make sense of the situation: To acclimatize herself, to realize that she was naked before him... her lover.

"Wh--where am I?" she managed to cry. He blinked and continued to examine her. She pulled her slender legs into her chest and tried to cover her nakedness as best she could. This only served to highlight her nude body. He strode around prowling, peering into the large cage he had constructed months before. The curve of her beautiful ass, her compressed tits, her pouting cunt peeking out from between her ankles. He moved to stand directly in front of her. He locked his eyes onto her. Slowly he lowered his fly and extracted his extended cock. He smiled and stared then he began to masturbate in front of her.

Huh, huh, huh, he grunted lewdly, continuously and openly. His hand sped up and he pumped his hips towards her. Huh, huh, huh. His face contorted without shame. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yea. He screamed and jets of his hot cum shot onto the bars of her cage. After he milked his cock dry, He stood staring at her....staring and smiling. His softening cock hung obscenely out of his pants.

"You are perfect and you are mine."

"Your ass is just perfect. Just the type that I like. It's not like one of those boy asses that some girls have, you know with the indents in the cheeks and the slim hip and all. No, it's lovely round and sculptured. A fine woman's ass. Not a flabby cottage cheese ass either but a lovely fuckable ass.

Your cunt protrudes nicely at the front when you are seen from the side you have a real visible cunt not just the absence of a cock. It doesn't stick out too much like a fucking advertisement, just right. I'm gonna stick lots of things in it. I can't see your clit and your gash but I soon will. I hope it is all as fuckable as what you have shown me so far.

You've, got great tits: round and heavy at the bottom not scooped and flaring up like a fucking ski hill. See you were made for me. You have everything that I need. Just what I want to play with and use. Do you like my cock?" Milo cupped his balls and offered them cock included for her inspection. "It recovers really quickly. See it is even starting to perk up now. That last girl.... I surprised her how quick I was ready for another go. She was stupid. I hope you don't turn out like her. I had to do what I did to her. She made the decision."

"I'm gonna make us some dinner, then I'll show you how things are going to go around here with me and you." Milo passed through a heavy door. He locked the door with the ominous sound of rattling keys and was gone.

Milo trod happily into the kitchenette and opened the refrigerator. The milk, the water, the juices were each in their particular place. Each label could be read since it faced outward and was lined-up meticulously. An observer would be struck by the uniformity and correctness of everything within the fridge and then might glance about and see that the entire place was the same. One would find the same exactitude in the cupboards and drawers. He carefully washed his hands, then reached down and scrupulously, lovingly soaped and dried his cock and balls.

Curiously, he spoke to his cock like it was a person as he performed his washing ritual. "You like her don't you. I hope you are satisfied now and will give me a minute’s peace. What do you want to do with this one? Hu? Oh yes, I am sure you WILL let me know." He tweaked his cock head playfully, stroking it like puppy.

He lovingly lay out and seasoned some chicken breasts upon a cooking sheet and set the oven on low. He would brown them after a very slow baking. His cock still hung out of his trousers. He looked down at it. "Our first date with her." He chuckled to his cock which was beginning to show signs of life.

He next went into the bathroom and dropped his pants and underwear. He opened a new safety razor and methodically shaved his pubic hair. He spoke constantly to his cock as he prepared it. His attention to detail would be infuriating to an observer.

Next, Milo made up a little kit consisting of a razor and shaving cream and a washbasin filled with tepid water. Without spilling a drop he transported it into his special room.

"I shaved my cock for you. I hate it when girls have to pick pubic hairs off the head of a cock before they suck it. Or, even worse, have to spit like an old fashioned smoker would spit out tobacco whenever a cock hair got in their mouth. I could not abide you clearing your throat. No, no, it's best that we are both clean shaven. I brought the equipment for you to do the same." There was a wide horizontal box near the floor of the cage and he slid in the shaving equipment.

"There are two choices here, Cassandra. That's your new name. You can shave yourself. Showing me everything you do, or..." he reached onto the table beside him and produced a straight razor. "I will shave you. It is completely your choice."

She pulled the basin over towards the stool which sat in the middle of the cell. "No, no Cassandra. You know better than that. Don't start being coy or else we will have to splay your legs with that bar." He flicked his head indicating a frightening looking object hanging on the wall behind him. "You will be trussed up and we will shave you. When he gets all excited." He chucked the underside of his dick and it bounced obscenely. "My hand will not be so steady with the straight razor. You decide Lara. It's all up to you. Now move that stool over to the bars and sit down on it as you shave. Legs wide apart just inches from us. Be exact. Get every hair. We want to see everything. Hurry...decide. It's up to you. He is getting impatient."

She moved the stool over to the bars. He reached in and pulled the stool such that it touched the bars. She was forced to spread her legs from bar to bar in order to balance herself. She began to shave her thatch of pubic hair from this position.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]"Your hands move like a bird. I like that. They are trembling but I can tell by the way you swish the water around and pull your skin to make it taut that they are deft and capable hands. I love to watch girls with confident hands just handling things. I can watch a salesgirl ring in a sale and bag a purchase and if she moves confidently I am able to picture her hands wrapped round my cock or imagine her masturbating at night. I can still smell her when I get home. I smell her on the articles that she has handled and I jerk, remembering her hands.

You have confident movements and you do a lot with your long ring finger rather than your index finger. That is sexy.

I like the entrance to your cunt. That sensitive skin tucked between the folds of your labia and your thigh. I will love kissing and licking you there. Your clit peeks out just minimally when you spread your legs. Pretty. I will examine your sweet butterfly in detail after I fuck you. My cum dripping out of your vagina and onto your ass will make a breathtaking picture. I'm a bit of a photography freak. That way I can memorize every fold every crease. Cunts fascinate me. They are indeed like a flower, folds and delicate dew collectors. It's a reddy pink not a sallow pink. Your clit droops down seductively waiting for stimulation. I can almost make out your sweet bum hole. We'll fuck that too. Won't we?" He again chucked his rock hard cock.

I love the way your rest your feet on your tip toes as you shave your cunt. Like a ballerina on point. I know you do that to tease us. It's lovely Lara" He kissed the end of his index finger and reached in to touch her toe with it.

"Yes, yes alright, be quiet. You have no patience, no control. Sometimes, I am ashamed of you." He was now speaking to his cock. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I love you. I do love you." He held it in his left hand and stroked it with his right. "Of course... of course... yes you can." Milo stopped talking to his prick and reached for a pair of cuffs situated on the table beside him. He threw them into the cage. He stood up and slowly stripped till he stood naked before her. His cock pointed and bounced, sticking out angrily from his body. It seemed large and dangerous.

"You will cuff yourself with hands behind your back in readiness for our first fuck. If you do not I will do it. I will hurt you if you force me to cuff you. Just in case you don't believe me. Watch this."

Milo took the straight razor and looking her in the eyes, he slowly cut across his own thigh. The blood trickled down his leg. "Do it!" he screamed....[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Sobbing, with head bowed she placed the cuffs on herself there was enough chain to allow her to reach and snap the cuffs together but not so much as to allow her hands to pass beyond her back.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Kneel. We want you kneeling.” He commanded.

Milo unlocked the cage door and reached over her kneeling body to grasp the cuffs. He pulled her out through the cage door. He slid his hands under each of her arm pits and easily raised her off the floor; he held her in the air then settled her back down onto her feet. This move revealed his extraordinary strength. He wanted her to feel the power in his arms and chest. He could break her at will; break her like a toothpick. He wanted her to know that

He looked down at his throbbing cock which poked threateningly into her abdomen. "I know my darling, you want her now. Don't fret. She is yours."
Roughly he forced her back and onto the rug. He hands folded uncomfortably behind her back. Her legs crossed and tightened instinctively. Milo slapped the inner thigh of her exposed leg and ripped her legs apart. He then knelt between her thighs. He took his cock in his left hand and with the fingers of his right he opened her cunt lips. "There you go my darling. That is what you have wanted all the time." He addressed his cock. "Do you want a sniff?" He rubbed the engorged head of his prick up and down, over her clit, across her opening. "Isn't it beautiful? Does it smell as fine as it looks? Hm?"

Then quickly violently he sunk his cock deep within her. His belly slapped against her mound loudly; had thrust with such force. He closed his eyes and began fucking wildly, insanely. He remained on his knees and gripped and pushed with his legs, from his toes to his hips. Again and again for minutes he invaded her like this.

Then he fell across her, his weight on her breasts. He began to lick her face as he fucked. "You have never been fucked like this before have you Cassandra?" Already you begin to love me. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck her my darling. Ravish her cunt. It is what you wanted. "Hu, hu, hu, hu," he ranted and raved, either breathing into her hair or licking her face. It seemed like he would never stop pumping, fucking, grunting, licking, panting, invading......



Then his cock exploded inside her cunt. Deep into her cervix he pounded his semen. It soon began to leak out of her cunt. Covering both his cock and her cunt with a thick creamy goo. The squishing sound revived him somewhat and he pumped away madly to enjoy the sluicing of their bodies. He raised his head and screamed, "Ahhhhh." He licked her eyes and her forehead and kissed her hair. He delighted in the taste of her sweat. He bit her neck as he relaxed and sunk down onto her.

Milo left his flaccid cock inside her and lay there. He felt her breathing and her pulse with his cock. He felt the involuntary waves of her contracting cunt and of course took that for a sign of love and sexual desire. "I feel the same way about you my Cassandra, my love. Never fear we have an eternity. You will be able to enjoy him constantly. He loves you too, my darling."

Then, he withdrew and skipped happily over to his table. He returned with an expensive looking digital camera with a macro lens attached. He splayed her legs and knelt once again between them. She brought her thighs together. Swiftly, violently he slapped her with full force on her inner thigh. "If you move after I set you up. I will hurt you. Hurt you bad. Do not ever ruin one of my pictures."

He set to work focusing his camera on her open cunt. He was not satisfied but poked and squished around with a finger inside her pussy till his semen leaked out, flowed down her ass and onto the floor. "Mmm, now there is a creampie. I'll print you a copy of the best ones. He must have taken thirty shots of her abused cunt.... Opening it and setting it up carefully for each shot....[/FONT]

 

Wow! You know, if nothing else, I'm going to try that face licking the next time I get a chance to fuck. But who knows how long that might be?

Great story (so far) and detail.

 

Thanks ELP. I'm still getting used to this site and got stuck with the tiny font. I'm not sure I could even read it myself as it is now. Live and learn...
Stroker

 

Great story, got me wet and horny!!!

btw. love all your stories

 

Thank you stubje. I'll fix the font on the next installment.

 

OH FUCK THAT IS HOT!!!!

made my cunt sooo wet! i want to be taken like that

 

Hello BlondeSlut90
I didn't know there was still interest in this story. Now that you have responded to it, I'll add another installment. I'll make the font readable this time. Thanks for reviving it.
:rose:Stroker

 

another grt story from a grt writer, please keep it going:twisted:

 

Hello old friend and thanks. I am working on an addition now. I've just got to get my head into the right space.
Stroker

 

Editors

Thanks to the editor who changed the font size for me on this story. It has renewed my interest in continuing the tale. I couldn't even read it myself in order to get back into the sickos frame of mind. Thanks
Stroker

 

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She slept fitfully, curled in the corner of her cage. The tension and fear had exhausted her and she used sleep as the only escape available to her.

Milo flicked on the glaring 120 watt light bulb which hung without a shade in the middle of the room. “We have been discussing you Lara, Cassandra. He likes the name Cassandra and I am partial to Lara. We argue about that too. Well, anyway, I think we should fuck your face on our next date and get photographs of his cum plastered to your chin, face and hair. We could even splatter some over your adorable tits. You will look lovingly into the camera your round eyes, glowing with the pride you feel at being adorned by your lover’s semen. You can open your bruised lips and display a mouthful of his love juices. I know it all sounds exciting.

He ,however, wants to take your pretty puckered asshole next. He wants you over this table. I’ll hold your hands behind your back and he can pump away like the insatiable creature that he is. He argues that the pictures of you, chest down on the table with cum dripping out of your ass, across your cunt, and down your thighs will surpass anything a blow job can produce.

We got so graphic in our discussions that we aroused each other incredibly. Look how hard he is. I said Look how hard he is.” His eyes flashed a dangerous warning to his victim. “Come over to the bars and look at him. Now. Can you see how red and swollen his helmet is? And look at the thick veins running across the top of his shaft. Get your face down here, nice and close to him. He wants to feel your breath on him. See how he is bouncing in love for you. I will take some nice pictures of him for you. You can use them to decorate your cell. Don’t be like that last one who did not treat his pictures with the love and devotion which they deserve. That is why I had to do what I did. It was her choice.

He thinks that your ass has never been fucked before and that is what is really driving him to distraction. He wants to bust your ass cherry. I long to see you wrap those lovely lips around him. You can see what a dillemna we are in. The solution came to both of us at once. We are going to let you chose. On our next date tomorrow do you want us to fuck your face or your ass? Which would you enjoy the most my sweet Lara? Now chose with care for we will be up all night thinking about it and stroking off. We will have a lovely plan all worked out for our next love session and photo shoot.

Now Cassandra, don’t be coy. You know how that angers us. Don’t make me hurt you on our first night. Do you chose to suck me off or take a good ass fucking?

She lowered her head and whispered. “I’ll suck your cock.”

 

mmmmm VERY NICE!!!

keep writing xx

 

Thanks BlondeSlut90. Here's another addition.
Stroker

 

Thanks asiasexy. Love to hear your comments.
Stroker

 

Let's fuck her face before breakfast," Milo spoke to his prick as he brushed his teeth. "You see that way when she eats her breakfast, she will be able to taste your sweet salty cum as she eats. I think she is as anxious as we are for our next date. You love your Cassandra don't you?" He carefully rinsed his toothbrush and straightened the bristles before placing in into the holder with consumate care. His cock and balls hung out of the front of his pajamas and he squeezed and proded his dick as prepared for his date.

He entered the dungeon silently and stood admiring his Lara as she curled herself into a tight ball in the center of her small cot. There were no blankets and nothing to cover her nakedness. He needed to watch her sleep, to walk about, to eat naked; so that he could inspect her cunt, her tits and ass. How did they move as she sat? How did they look as she bathed and read and ate. He kept the room very warm. He did not want her be uncomfortable. He loved Lara as much as she loved him.

He entered her cage and knelt at her bedside. He ran his hands across her flank and ran his fingers through her hair. She remained perfectly still, feigning sleep. He smiled at her little game. It's what lovers do he mused.

"I just want to talk to you about cock sucking before we begin, my darling. I don't want things to turn ugly. So you will have to listen very carefully. We have been thinking about it all night. I like my cock to be really sucked, not sort of popped in and out of your mouth like a mouth-cunt. I like to see your cheeks hollow in, and feel a real sucking pressure on my prick, like you are feeding off it. That's it like you are hungry for my rich cum. Suck hard and noisliy, that is what I like. I think it is best to discuss these things don't you Cassandra. Now with one hand you will fondle my balls. Roll them around gently show me how much you love me by the way you caress my nuts. Your other hand will be rimming my asshole. Just start by tickling and teasing it the way you girls do. Get more invasive when we get all excited and thrusting into your sucking mouth, back into your probing finger.

After we shoot off in your mouth. Don't swallow right away. You will have to be patient my love. I want to set you up for a few shots. I'll want one of your lovely mouth full of my thick cream. I'll want you to dribble it on you chin. Don't worry, I will set up the pics. You just keep it in your mouth until I tell you that it's okay to swallow. Have you got all of that? Hm?" He rested his cheek on hers as he asked.

Then, he immediately flew into one of his violent fits. He grapped the blonde hair at the nape of her neck and shook her head like a rag doll. He screamed as she whimpered. "I asked have you got that? Don't ever get coy. I have warned you three times already. The next time will mean severe discipline."

Just as suddenly he was back to sweetness and light. "Have you got all of that?"

"Yes, yes, I will try."

"Well that is a good girl. That is all we can ask now isn't it."

He stood up and peeled his t-shirt over his head. "Watch me strip, Lara." He folded the shirt precisely and place it on her stool. He undid the string to his pajama bottoms and dropped them to the floor. He spread his arms and legs displaying his rampant cock to her for appreciation. He turned sideways to show her the profile and chucked his nuts gently for her. He faced away from her and bent over spreading his cheeks. He had managed to shave everything and he wanted her to have the pleasure of inspecting his handiwork. He turned to face her, smiling in anticipation. "Well, my love, what do you think of your lover?"

There was no immediate answer and she saw the flash in his eyes and the menacing step towards her.

"You... you are beautiful... I can barely contain myself.."

He wanked on his cock a few times and spoke to it. "You hear that. I told you. She loves us as we love her... Come on. Come kneel right here." She did as instructed.

"Now give him a nice loving kiss. Not a peck but a lover's kiss... passionate. That's it. More, more. Moan. Wiggle your ass around as you do that. Now lick it. Oh yes lick it all over, my balls too Lara. Look up, look into my eyes when you do that. Now press it lovingly against your cheek. Oh Lara you are so beautiful. There is nothing as tempting as a woman in love."

He growled and rolled his hips back and forth. "Now this is very important. Lick the crack there in my cock head. Try to poke your tongue right in the eye of my prick. You like that Cassandra? Mm?"

"Yes, yes. I love your cock."

"Ask me. Beg me to be allowed to suck him dry."

"Can I suck your cock? Can I suck him dry?"

"Certainly my lovely. Don't forget to suck not just play with it."

The last set of instructions were not necessary for when she placed his dick in her mouth, he took two large fistfulls of her shoulder length hair and rammed his cock down her throat. He began fucking her throat like a fiend. Slamming his pubic mass into her lips. He screamed and grunted as he ravaged her mouth and throat. She struggled for breath coughing and sputtering frantically. He noticed nothing as he raped her face. Soon, he began to fire jets of hot cum into her throat and fill her mouth. The cum squirted out her nose and ran down her chin and over her breasts.

Milo fell back on the floor. He took her with him, his fists tightening on her hair. His feet fluttered like a swimmer and he worked her head up and down on his gyser of a cock. Then he let go and spread himself out on the floor breathing heavily... All he could manage to eke out was. "Don't swallow... remember the pictures...."