Henry Rollins once made a joke about ripping the duct tape off of some girls mouth, and then the date would begin.
Once, while standing in line for a Disturbed concert I was chatting up some new friends and one of them spotted a small group of Catholic school girls across the way and I joked “Yeah… Catholic school girls… that date begins the moment you rip the duct tape off their mouth.” The guy across from me, holding his girlfriend tight, well his eyes just about popped right out of his skull.
It became a running joke from that moment on, but in the back of my mind it was maturing into something more serious. The thought had taken shape into something of it’s own design. Next thing I knew I was casually smoking cigarettes across from school grounds while I watched them. My hard drive cluttered itself with photo’s of naughty school girls. I even started writing stories for Literotica.com about the girls I wanted to take and do terrible things to.
He had been watching her during outdoor gym class for weeks and followed her home. He sat in his car and watched her through the windows of her house. He had even seen her undress in front of her windows once. She had small but perky breasts and a sleek, flat tummy. On the night that he had seen her he masturbated furiously in the shower, imagining cumming all over her pretty tits.
Once, while he was watching her, her parents loaded up the car with luggage and drove away while she waved. Knowing this was his only chance he set aside everything and called in sick to work the next day. Watching and waiting for her to go to bed before he snuck into her house and covered her mouth and nostrils with the white rag.
Resisting the urge to take her right there, he instead took his time and got her slack body dressed into her school uniform. Taking a few sweet moments to spread her legs wide and insert two fingers into her little pink snatch.
Her dead weight was heavy as he carried her out to the car, not wanting to risk her waking until it was time, he put the rag over her once more before sealing her mouth with the shiny silver tape.
Once he got her back to his place he tied her wrists first and then bound her to his headboard with a separate rope. Then he tied each ankle to the opposite ends of the base of the bed, spreading her legs wide. He took his time feeling her up and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her shirt and bra, almost hoping she would wake. When she didn’t he finally gave into his desire and casually put the smelling salts under her nose, awakening her from the chloroform with a startled cry, muffled behind the duct tape. ‘It’s okay’, he would say, ‘I’m not going to hurt you as long as you’re a good girl. You want to be a good girl for me don’t you?’ She nodded and he’d rip the tape off quickly and then kiss her passionately, while beginning to fondle her perky breasts under her crisp white blouse.
He gently coaxed her to open her mouth and begin sucking him until he came. Gripping the back of her head with a fistful of hair, he straddled her chest and thrust his hard cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat telling her to suck him hard, and then harder. He came quickly instructing her not to swallow so he could dip the head of his penis in his spunk and smear it all over her lips. Then he complimented her on her pretty lip gloss.
He massaged her breasts and her clit roughly through the fabric of her clothing before finally unbuttoning her shirt and spreading it wide. He took a box cutter and split the seams in the middle of her bra, watching it spring away from her breasts, exposing their soft pink flesh to his manipulations. He sucked them until her nipples were hard and wet.
Then he climbed on top of her, straddling her belly and begin to pull on his cock while cooing down to her about how he was going to spunk all over her tits. It would take him longer to cum this time so he would keep himself hard by feeling her perky mounds with his free hand until he spurted the white fluid all over them while he groaned. Then he’d rub it into her tits until it absorbed into her skin.
Now, I don’t know how, but I was a superstar of stamina in those stories, already willing and able to take her again.
After reaching under her skirt and rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties he would be ready again in minutes. Using the box cutter again to split them along the seams at her hips and then pulling them from her, exposing her.
Using almond oil, so as not to hurt her, he pushed first two fingers, than three inside her. Massaging the inside of her pussy while stimulating her clit with his thumb. When she was slick with oil he settled himself between her legs, entering her slowly, savoring every inch as he impaled her. Rocking back once or twice before thrusting deeper still until he was all the way inside. She would be crying then, her sweet virginity raped from her as he lay the entire weight of his body against her, grabbing her hair with one hand and gripping her shoulders with the other arm, beginning to pound into her.
Kissing her softly when he took a break to breathe, she would taste of salt and tears driving him over the edge until he came inside her for the first time, violating all of her sweetness.
I wrote dozens of stories like that and posted them. I started developing a pretty decent following of readers who would comment on other things I could do to her while she was tied and helpless against my will to dominate and rape her softly. Some ventured into the cruel, some into the humiliating, some were just downright scary suggesting I take a girl who had not yet flowered. I didn’t pay them much attention, it was my fantasy after all.
Some jerks even ran with my ideas, writing their own smut. Sometimes it was good to be imitated, but other times it was just irritating.
Then one day I got a pleasant surprise. A new story had popped up from the girls point of view.
I’m so scared because I’m a virgin and unspoiled, but you’re so gentle with me that I don’t struggle or scream too much as you rape me again and again.
Oh she went on and on. It was so delicious that I had to compliment and congratulate her on such superb work. She commented back that she was a huge fan of my work as well.
We started to correspond.
I don’t want you to be too gentle. She told me once. I couldn’t give you my virginity because that’s already been taken, but I’ve never had anal sex. I want you to fuck my ass no matter how hard I scream and tell you to stop. I want you to cum in my ass.
She was serious. Becky was her name. It wasn’t long at all before she was demanding that I find her, take her, rape her and make her mine. Days, weeks and months went by with my cock getting hard the second I saw she had written me again.
Becky told me the apartment building where she lived while I gathered supplies. I was surprised at how easy it was to buy chloroform off the internet and I did extensive research on the types of ropes that wouldn’t hurt her. I researched ways to keep her wrists bound while I cut the rope tying her to the headboard with a special knife that couldn’t slip and cut her. I even started going to the gym to workout my arms so that I would be strong enough to maintain control while I retired her with her ass in the air so I could take her anally the way she demanded I do. I even had to learn how to pick a lock. It was so important to her that I get everything right. Becky and I planned out every detail down to the way I would carry her to my car, explaining to any passers by that she had passed out at a party and I was taking her home. It took me over two months to save enough money for the airfare, car rental and motel. I even trained myself for hard sex by masturbating every chance I got. One time I even managed to spew twelve times in one day.
The safe word is ‘candy floss’. and you know how into it I am because I won’t break character. Not even once.
*sigh*
Becky is a champion, and beautiful too. We’ve been at it for hours now. God, even with the almond oil my cock is raw from fucking the living shit out of her over and over again. I’m so glad I trained for this, for her. My beautiful girl in her pretty plaid skirt covered in puddles of my spunk. I can hear hookers getting banged relentlessly from the walls over the motel. The sounds coming out of my sweet Becky are like a doe answering a bucks mating calls.
But damn I’m tired. I need a break and Becky is almost passed out anyway. I cover her with a blanket, giving her nipples one last tweak. I go across the street to from the hotel to the little gas station, convenience store and grab myself some power bars and a six pack of red bull.
When I get back to the room Becky is fast asleep. I pull out my laptop computer from my travel bag and sit in the lumpy chair next to the reading lamp. While taking sips of my red bull and chops of my power bar I open the computer and check my facebook and twitter feeds. I even post a quicky to Literotica.com about my adventure with Becky.
I’m just about to close up and ravage my sweet girl again when I decide to check my email before shutting down.
Wait…
What…
From: BeckyGurrl93
To: DuctTapeandPlaid
Sent: 1 hour ago
Subject: You fucking coward!!
Do you know I cleared my entire weekend for this. How could you stand me up. I’ve been sitting here in this scratchy skirt for hours waiting for you. I should have known you’d chicken out on me you son of a bitch.
You know what, loose my email, loose my phone number and loose my facebook too. I’m blocking you. I never want to hear from you again.
FUCK YOU
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