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Hard Torture
Ask me to kill you, or scream, and I'll just fuck your dead body. You'll never feel a thing!
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"Good" He sounded surprised, and pleased. "Soon, it'll be soon."
It was soon. He waited until about one a.m., until the place had quieted down a bit. Then he simply came to my room and knocked on the door.
Knowing it was him, I opened the door a crack, which he pushed open all the way, knocking me back a step. Then he slammed the door behind him rape story with pictures.
Standing in front of me was a huge man. He was about 6'6, and had the huge build of a heavyweight boxer, or perhaps a football player, weighing at least 280 pounds. But was most striking was his shaved head, contrasting oddly with his thick reddish beard. How could this man have been following me without being seen?
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He stepped forward, one huge ham-like hand reaching around my neck,his other hand reaching around my back, pulling theme toward him even as I cried out, his hands crushing my body against his hardness,, crushing my lips against his as I grimaced in pain.
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As I gasped in surprise and panic, his thick tongue snaked my mouth, sending chills down my spine as he held my struggling form, holding me there for long seconds as I squirmed in my grasp, feeling small, thin,weak and helpless in his tree-trunk-like arms.
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He stepped forward suddenly, swinging his left arm hard, up and across my face, the retort of flesh against flesh sharp in the small space of my tiny apartment, the force of the blow staggered me,and I slumped to the floor, leaning against the side of my bed, my legs folded under me.
I still didn't scream.
"Good," the man said.
He reached down, and I could feel power and lust radiating from him as he jerked me back up to my feet feet, pulling me back savagely to force another hard rough kiss on me.
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My whole body was tingling as he threw me onto the bed, with one leg dangling off the bed. he smiled as stood there watching as I began to sit up, then he put one knee on the bed and grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked me back down onto my back, and put my his scarred bearded face inches from mine, as I sucked in breath after panicked breath through my nostrils.
He looked at me, and smiled. "You look wonderful. So beautiful, hot,like a trapped animal waiting for the slaughter!"
"All you have to do is beg me to kill you," he said, his eyes lidded,as my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ask me to kill you, or scream, and I'll just fuck your dead body. You'll never feel a thing!", he laughed.
I didn't scream. I didn't ask him to kill me. Maybe I should have. If I had known how bad raped really could be, I might have. Maybe.
