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Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

That little problem was easier to solve than I expected, even in the dark. Now its time to get to grips with little Miss Perfect in there. Shell have heard the door shut, so she knows I am probably in with her now. Its impossible to use my phone without giving myself away, so I cant be sure exactly where she is. Ill just have to rely on my senses. Thats OK. Theyre finely tuned, more so than people would think. And, of course, Ive a good idea of where the furniture is. I stand with my back to the door, just in case she makes a run for it. Not that she can get away. There is no sound, not even breathing. She must be holding her breath just as I am, waiting for her to give herself away. I wonder if she realises yet that this isnt an initiative test like shes been expecting. As I begin to edge to my right something smashes against the wall over to my left. Shes throwing things at random hoping to hit me or make me reveal my position. I reach out to feel my way along the wall and touch a sleeve. She instantly tries to pull away, but I am too quick. I take a firm hold and move towards her. Shes pulling away in the direction of the window, but I still have hold of her blouse. My other hand reaches round her waist and pulls her back against my body. First contact. The first contact of many. I can let go of her blouse now. My free hand slips down over her hip, pulling her skirt up with my fingers until I feel the bare flesh of her thigh. First contact with flesh. The first of many. My hand works up towards her panties. I wonder what colour they are today. OOWWW.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

I couldnt see him, but then he couldnt see me, so that made us equal, sort of. Hed be familiar with the layout in here, may even have set it deliberately to trap me. After all, he was the one whod thrown me in here. I stood rigid, not daring to breathe lest I gave my position away. I kept my eyes shut in case their brightness might show him where I was. I strained to hear any movement. I knew I was near some piece of furniture I could feel it next to my knee. Inconveniently positioned to obstruct anyone trying to work round the room. This was an initiative test, so why not use some. Slowly, imperceptibly, I reached down and carefully wrapped my fingers around the edge of what turned out to be a small side table. I lifted it and hurled it across the room. A lucky shot might hit him. Even if I didnt, he might jump at the sound and Id hear where he was. No sooner had the table hit the opposite wall than I felt a tug on my sleeve. I immediately tried to move away, but he tightened his grip and then grabbed me by the waist. If Id had any lingering doubt whether this was a genuine test, I lost it then. This wasnt the way a reputable tester would carry on. I had to get out of that room, out of that building, or if I couldnt I had to get help and there was one sure way to do that. But first I had to get free. My mother had always told me that if I ever got attacked or worst, the important thing was to say calm. Thanks, mum. Thats easier said than done. But I stayed as calm as I could, even when his cold hand pulled up my skirt and started heading north. Gambling that hed be distracted by the pleasure of touching my flesh, I lift my left foot and swiftly stamped hard on his toes. OOWWW. With a yowl of pain, he slackened his grip enough for me to pull free. I reached the door and slammed it behind me, moving to the right and making as quickly as I could for the desk in the end room and my handbag that I had left there. My hands were shaking as I fumbled to open the catch and groped inside. I searched fanatically. Everything was there except my phone. He mustve taken it.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

OOWWW. That bitch, it feels like shes broken my toe. Shell pay for that. Ive got a plan, but Im not going to stick to it rigidly. Im too smart for that. Theres flexibility built in to take account of unforeseen contingencies, like this unprovoked assault on my foot. The plan can be adapted, just so long as it ends in the same way. Which it will. But at least I can use my phone now to see exactly where she is. Just as I expected. Shes realised this isnt an initiative test and shes gone for her phone. Lucky I realised that Id overlooked that possibility. No ones perfect, not even me. Well she wont find where Ive put it and even if she does, it wont be any use without a battery, which is in my pocket. Now where is she going? Just standing there. Now she trying to hide in a corner. What on earth is the point of that? Maybe she hasnt worked out that I can track her movements? She must be even slower than I thought.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

I cursed myself for not keeping hold of my bag. But it was no use crying now that it was too late. I had to decide on a plan. I was trapped in here by someone who wanted well, wanted what exactly? He hadnt gone to all this trouble just to play hide and seek in the dark. I wondered if he planned to kill me, but if he did this was a complicated way to go about it. It was more like he wanted to frighten me and then OK I let the thought form in my mind rape me. I remembered my mothers advice whatever happens, stay calm. I came here for an initiative test, so I decided to treat it like that. What would I do if this were a test? I kept alert for any sound of that door opening, while I thought this through. He was able to find his way around quickly and knew where I was. He must have some sort of tracking system in here, cameras perhaps, or sensors in the floor. So he knew where I was, but I didnt know where he was. Still no sound of that door opening, which confirmed my suspicion. He was monitoring me somehow and waiting for me to move. So I decided to lay a trap. Id position myself so that Id know where he was coming from. And the only way I could be sure was if I were in a corner. So that was the obvious place to go, into a corner in this room. He couldnt sneak up on me from behind there. So I worked my way cautiously until I was in a corner and then I waited. Sure enough, it wasnt long before I heard the door of the room he was in open and close. He was on his way.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

The silly little tart. Shes behaving like she wants to be caught and raped. Cant get enough of it, thats her reputation back home. It looks like its true. Well, her wish is my command. If that is what she wants, who am I to deny her? I deliberately make a noise as I open and close the door. Let her know that I am coming. Let her be afraid. Let her be very afraid. I pause in the corridor to make a final check before switching off my phone, memorising her position. She hasnt even bothered to move any furniture into my path. All I need to do is take aim and walk straight up to her. Which is what I do. Slowly. Quietly. Letting her worry whether I am coming or now. I know these rooms like the back of my hand. I know how far I have to walk before I am standing just a few inches away. I hold my breath and listen to her breathing. She is trying to control it, to stay as quiet as she can. She is wasting her time, because I am already here. Standing directly in front of her. Just outside her reach. Im going to move in fast, grab her before she realises whats happening. Pin her so shes cant move. Prevent her making any smart more smart moves like that stamp on my foot. Now I move, swift and true, my hands aiming for those breasts.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

Id heard him come out the room and I was sure he knew where I was. All I had to do was wait. He took his time, probably trying to catch me off guard. Well, he wasnt going to do that. I was primed and ready. I sensed that he was near, although I wasnt sure why. I could see nothing in the total blackness. I had heard nothing. But I was sure he was right here, close to me. Maybe Id picked up some slight sound that didnt register in my senses or maybe there was some subtle smell, some odour about him. My heart was racing as I tried to control my breathing to steady my nerves so that I could remain calm for the next crucial moment. Id have to respond as quickly as I could. Hed be bound to move in close and fast so that I couldnt stamp on him again. He neednt worry I had no intention of doing that again. My only concern was that he might move onto me from one side. Then Id need to turn to face him. It would be best if he came from the front. Then I felt it. A slight rush of air as he moved towards me. I waited until his hands touched my breasts. Then, instead of cringing back as my instincts told me to do, I pushed my arms up between his, knocking them aside and moved forward. One short step with my left foot. Then I brought my right leg forward, the knee moving up fast, aiming for the tops of his thighs, driving hard and fast. I felt the gasp of air as my knee squashed his balls against bone, which was my cue to drop my knee slightly before ramming it home again, harder this time now that I knew where the target was, then grinding until I felt his body begin to collapse to the floor. Then I ran. Not caring what was in my way, keeping to the side of the corridor in the hope that any obstacles would be in the centre, dragging my hand along the wall so that I could count the doors as I passed. Id just passed the final door when my foot caught something protruding and I fell, carried forward by my momentum, and then I was toppling sideways, through the air, bouncing off the stairs and the walls as I tumbled down. I landed in a heap, my left leg twisted under me, cracking my right elbow on the tiled floor. I dragged myself to my knees and fumbled for the lock. It didnt work. I slumped against the door. There was no way out. I had two choices lie here and wait for him to come for me or take the fight to him. Right now, I didnt have the strength or the will to fight.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

Ive got her. Got my hands on those pert tits of her. But she doesnt pull away, instead she moves towards me, catching me off balance. And then I stop. The world stands still. Something has happened, but Im not sure of what. Then a fraction of a second later The pain hits, sharp, cutting me in half up my belly, like shes driving a knife deep inside me. Fuck. Then another pain, sharper than the first. Fucking bitch. Slowly my brain begins to function again through the pain, registering the crushing feeling my legs. Fucking vicious bitch. My lungs are empty and Ive no strength to fill them again. My legs give way. As I double over, I feel her bare leg brush against me. Behind me, I hear her running. Theres no doubt where shes heading to the door. Then I hear her cry out and the sound of crashing. She must have fallen down the stairs. Satisfaction provides a brief respite from the agony filling my belly and brain before another spasm cuts me in two. Time for her later she cant get away. Right now all that concerns me is the disaster taking place between my thighs. There are hot skewers piercing my balls, which are being roasted over a fire, the flames licking at my crotch and eating through my flesh. Every time I try to rise, another spasm doubles me over. Slowly, the pain begins to subside allowing me eventually to scramble to my feet, supported delicately on legs that feel like jelly. I wobble to the desk and rest there while I check my phone. She is lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. I work my way along the corridor, supporting myself on the wall and pausing as further aftershocks of pain bite me. I reach the top of the stairs and pick up the chair that she fell over. She wont catch me off guard again. I switch on the lights and, while her eyes are flooded, I throw the chair down the stairs on top of her. Only when she is struggling to extricate herself do I start to descend.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

The sudden light blinded me and I held my arm up to shield my eyes. I saw only the shadow of the chair as it flew towards me. It caught me on the arm and one of its legs jabbed into my breast. By the time I had pushed it aside, he was down the stairs and standing over me. Battered by my fall and bashed by the chair, I could only cringe against the door as the blows rained down. His fists pummelled at my head, my breasts, my belly. Wherever I put up my arms for protection, his blows found a way under my guard. The guy was in a frenzy. Through the pain of his blows, I could hear him gasping for breath from the effort he was expending. In the end, I gave up trying to fend off the blows and just curled up into a ball. That was when he started kicking me. On my back, my ass, my thighs, my arms. Anywhere that was exposed. He had lost it, he was totally out of control. In the end, the pain no longer registered. I wasnt aware of the individual blows any longer. Just an overall pain. And in the midst of this, a thought slowly crept into my mind. Why was he doing this? Why didnt he just rip my clothes off? That was what he had been trying to do earlier. Why didnt he grab hold of me? That was what he had done upstairs. He wasnt trying to rape me any longer. And that gave me courage. Not to fight him. There was no way I could get through the relentless blows. There was hope there they would surely wear him out before long, giving me the upper hand. But in the meanwhile I might be able to get to him mentally, so I taunted him. Whats the matter? Is this the only way you can show what a man you are, by beating up a defenceless girl? Does this make you feel good? Does it make you feel like a man? You must be so proud. Of course, it didnt come out all in one go like that. I had to gasp it out as best I could whenever there was a brief lull for him to recover or shift position to get a better angle of attack. And as I spoke, I began to understand why. You cant get it up can you? You cant get hard, even with a defenceless woman at your mercy. Your tiny little cock is all soft and floppy, isnt it? Youre just pathetic. Youre IMPOTENT. I spat the last word at him, proud that I had understood the reason for this attack. I was just talking, talking without thinking, trying to distract him, trying to establish some sort of dialogue. I didnt think about what reaction this might provoke. I only saw the blur of movement as his fist hit me on the jaw and knocked me back against the door.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

As I descend the stairs towards her, I plan what Im going to do to her. This little tart has teased and tormented me for years. And for that, she is going to pay later. Right now, there is something much more important on my mind. Shes trashed my balls. That just shows her lack of respect for me, something Ive always suspected. And for that, she is going to be punished. If this werent so serious, Id be laughing at the way she is tangled up with that chair. She has only just struggled free when I hit her. The first few blows are weak, although she cringes away and tries to protect herself from them. She makes me work to find her weakest spots and to sneak my blows in under her guard. And that is good, because it makes me focus on what Im doing. I cease being angry and become calm, very calm, frighteningly calm. And as I work methodically at beating her, I feel my strength returning and my blows getting more powerful. But then, perhaps sensing my renewed strength, the strength she tried to sap, she curls up. That leaves me no option. Its no good blaming me for this. What is the point of punching her ass or her thigh. The only sort of blows that she will feel there are kicks, hard kicks and that is what she gets. Im just coming to the end of her punishment when she starts to get disrespectful again. Abusing me. Shouting at me. Saying dirty words that are probably turning her on. Calling me impotent of all things. Impotent I definitely am not. I know from the effect shes been having on me for years. And right now, my erection has been growing, longer with each punch, stiffer with each kick. Im simply not prepared to take that sort of abuse. Shes unfurled herself now. Staring at me, challenging me. Shes left me no choice. I punch her in the mouth. That shuts her up. Now well see whos impotent. I grab her by her blouse and drag her up the stairs. The buttons pop no surprise as it is far too tight for her and eventually the material rips, dumping her onto the stairs. I tear it off and grab the waistband of her skirt. This holds out until we reach the top, when it snaps under her weight and dumps her on the landing. I tear it off, leaving her in the flirty skimpy lacy bra and panties. They wont last a second, which of course is why she wears them, so that any man can get them off without a struggle. That leaves me no choice. I take a firm grip on her hair and drag her into the second room on the left.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

I still dont know why I did it. Whatever possessed me to provoke him? How could I ever have thought it would make any difference? The blow dazed me. I was only vaguely aware of my legs bumping up the stairs and then a sharp pain in my side as my blouse split dropping me with a jolt and my side catching the edge of stair. That roused me so that I was more aware of the bouncing motion as he grabbed my skirt and half carried, half hauled me up the rest of the stairs, before I was tipped onto the landing, sending a jolt through every aching muscle. But there was something worse than the pain, something that cut me much deeper, feelings I knew would stay with me for ever. Lying there under the harsh light of the lamp on the landing, I felt embarrassed, embarrassed that this stranger was seeing me in my underwear, embarrassed like my brother had walked in while I was dressing as he did once. And worse, I felt dirty, dirty feeling this strangers eyes on me dressed as I would only show myself to my boyfriend, dirty knowing that it was having the same effect as it had on him. If Id had the strength, Id have covered myself with my hands as he dragged me by my hairs along the corridor.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

This is the room where I will rape her. There is an iron bedstead with a mattress. I keep my grip on her hair with one hand and put my other hand under her ass to heave her up onto the bed. She seems frozen, but I cant take any more risks. There are handcuffs at the head of the bed, one attached at each corner. I snap them on her wrists. She makes no attempt to struggle, let alone try to escape. Then I tie her ankles to either side at the foot of the bed. Still she does not struggle. She is now spread-eagled and held secure. There can be no escape. I stand over her and stare down. She is at my mercy now, no longer able to taunt and tease me as she has done for so long. One final thing before I put out the lights. I unzip my jeans and show her my tackle. My cock stands stiff and proud. I wave it in her face. The desire to scream in her face is almost overwhelming Do you still think Im impotent? But she must not hear my voice. She must not recognise me.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

My body and my mind were separate by now. My body was frozen in terror. I had never understood what that meant before, but now I do. I was incapable of moving any limbs, not just because of the pain from my beating but because of the paralysing fear of what was going to happen, what I was powerless to prevent. But while my body was frozen, my mind was racing, jumping from frantic searching for any way of turning the tables on my attacker and partly thinking of what the future held. I imagined the police questioning of every intimate details, the physical examinations, breaking the news to my family, and to my boyfriend. How would he feel? Would he ever want to touch me again? Could I ever show myself to a man again? I was only distantly aware of the man tying me to the bed and of him standing over me displaying himself like some disgusting flasher getting his thrill by showing himself to children in the park. And then the lights went out again. I strained to hear what was happening, my hearing becoming more acute in the darkness, but all I could hear was a rustling and the sound of feet on the bare floor.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

I strip off and fold my clothes over a chair. On the top I place that suffocating mask. Now I can stand in front of her as I am. Naked and proud. If only she could see me. I cannot see her in the dark, but I can see her in my mind. Her arms are outstretched in invitation and her legs are open in welcome. But I need no invitation. I am coming in whether she welcomes me or not. This is not something that can be rushed. There is no hurry. She will not be catching the train she has booked. I begin with her feet, caressing each foot, separating her toes and massaging each joint, before moving along the arch to her ankle. Then up her calves and thighs, my fingers brushing the fine hairs that stand out light and bright against her tan. And behind my hands, my breath, which I let trickle through my lips which form into a kiss to guide it along the trail left by my fingers. I skirt her panties - time for them later and work across her belly, tickling the hollow of her navel. Fingers, followed by breath, moving inexorably towards her breasts. Like her panties, her bra can wait. In the meantime, I work along her arms, before returning and stroking her throat and face, resisting the temptation to kiss her neck. Now I return to my clothes to collect my knife.
Thread: Rape (CougarGirl and lowblow emma)

His soft touch felt like a rats claws and his warm breath that pursued it felt like the rats tail dragging and swishing across my skin. In its trail, it left insects that ate through my skin. They ate deep into my flesh, gnawing at my nerves down to their roots. Vomit burnt my throat but I was determined not to show my revulsion at his touch, forcing my breath to stay shallow to calm my nerves, preventing me from shuddering and shaking. My mind raced ahead, anticipating the rats arrival at my crotch. I held my breath and felt pathetically grateful when it jumped across my panties and its claws worked around my abdomen. I almost wanted to call out and thank him for what he hadnt done. Again with my breasts, the vermin avoided them and worked along my arms instead. I could have cried with relief. As his face came close to mine, I smelt the scent of his soap. A fresh clean smell that I imagined cleansing me as it passed over my body. Then there was a pause. While my brain told me this was only temporary relief, my mind felt that it was an act of kindness, drawing me closer to this man who was violating me, grateful for his small acts of consideration. I strained to hear what he was doing, but could only hear occasional steps and rustling. Then I felt the cold steel on my thigh. If my throat hadnt been paralysed Id have begged him not to cut me.