1. Nice Things Come in Small Packages


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Rape, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    that it made her wince. Slowly her eyes focused and found my face as I hovered over her. She gasped at now seeing for the first time the man who was raping her. The Lone Ranger mask was obviously intimidating. She was definitely very beautiful. Well, not so much at the moment, with her eyes swollen from crying, her nose clogged with snot, and her eyes filled with fear. But she was still quite pretty. “Hello, Sandra,” I said. “Now, let’s see what you look like, shall we?” With that I grasped her opened dress by the shoulders and pulled in down her body. She cried out in protest. With the four handcuffs no longer binding her, she now had more room to wiggle against this latest assault, and did so, but to no avail, as the dress was being pulled off her. In a matter of seconds, my 5’1”, ninety-five pound little woman, her wrists taped behind her back, wore only a pair of high heels and a skimpy, white bra that covered only the lower portion of her twin mounds. I quickly rolled her over onto her stomach to get to the bra strap. Bras are often something I usually rip to shreds in getting them off my victims, but not this time. Her bra was going to be another thing I was going to let her keep to reuse. If she would ever want to. Her long discarded panties were going to be my souvenir of this fine evening. I fumbled with the bra clasp—another reason why I generally just rip the damn things off—until finally undoing it and laying the straps out, extended over the mattress. I sat up ...
    on my haunches. “Sandra, sweetie. Are you going to be a good girl if I untie your wrists?” She did not respond. I repeated my question, and then I could she her head nod meekly. It was as if she were in a state of stupor. “You can try to fight me when you have your hands free if you want, but I’ll beat the shit out of you if you try. Do you understand?” Again she nodded. It was almost imperceptible, but it was a nod of agreement. The girl cried out in pain as the duct tape was ripped from her skin. Once freed, her arms flopped to the sides of her face down body. “Okay, Sandra, roll over for me please.” When she did not comply, I repeated the command in a threatening voice. Slowly, lifting her now freed arms to above her head, the petite young woman, realizing what was good for her, rolled to her side. Her bra remained on the mattress. She hesitated there until I ordered her to keep rolling. I wanted her on her back. Nervously, she complied. I noticed her eyes were shut as she did so. She made no attempt to cover her breasts as some women would instinctively do in a situation such as this. I appreciated that. And there she was: Sandra McPherson, beneath the soft dome light of my van, as gloriously naked—save for the high heels—as the day she was born, all 5’1”, ninety-five pounds of her. And she had my sperm inside her! If she happened to be in a fertile period of the month, with an egg in place, it may already have been visited by one of my boys! “You got my cock all dirty, ...
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