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Susan could not believe what she was reading. 30 seconds ago a large white van had pulled up in front of her home. 10 seconds ago a tall heavily muscled man had rung her doorbell and without saying a word had handed her a piece of paper.

“We have your daughter, we will rape her to pieces and you will never see her again unless you follow all instructions.”

This had to be some kind of sick joke, she tried to convince herself, but one look into those cold unfeeling eyes and she knew something was terribly wrong.

“Where is my daughter, what do you want from me, how do I even know if you really have her?!” she asked in rapid succession.

The man said nothing for a moment, and then, “Get in the van and I will take you to her. This is your only chance. When I leave here you will never see me or young Jenny again.”

He knew her name, My God he knows her name! She had to go with him. Susan was a strong woman and a good mother, “I will find a way to get my daughter back no matter what it takes, no matter what I have to do. Just hold on Jenny, Mommy is coming! ” Susan vowed to herself.

She allowed the man to handcuff her, put a blindfold on and swallowed the 3 pills he gave her. She was led to the van and was fast asleep within 5 minutes.

When Susan woke up she was lying on a large bed in a room with no other furniture, and no windows. Her blindfold and handcuffs had been removed and there was a bucket of chicken and warm soda laying on the floor next to the bed. She was groggy from the sleeping pills she had taken and her mouth was exceptionally dry, so she drank the soda. She got up and tried the door. It was locked but as soon as she turned the handle, an alarm went off. Shortly two men came into the room. One was the asshole who had brought her here. The other was a huge semi-retarded buffoon.

“Susan It is time to begin your rape training. I want to explain the terms and conditions of your release and what is required to ensure your daughter’s safety. You may call me John. I will be your primary master. Me and my friend have one thing in common — we enjoy rape. I prefer beautiful, attractive adult women like yourself. You will give yourself to me completely. I want to break you, to crush you. I will savor every humiliation that you will endure. You will kneel before me, suck my fat smelly dick and pretend to like it. You will beg me for the privilege of licking my ass. Best of all, you will spread your pretty, pink, pussy lips wide before me, tell me that you love me, and INVITE me to fuck the living shit out of you. If you allow yourself to, you might even enjoy the experience. Here is the best part, I will never hurt you. You can ask me to stop at anytime. At that point Bob will become the primary. He will not be interested in you, but young Jenny would suit him perfectly. You do not want that to happen, your daughter would be broken beyond repair by the time he was through.

The rules are simple. Obey my every command, and in a week or so I will be bored with you. You will have saved your daughter, and will be free to go.”

Susan could not believe this was happening.

“You can’t get away with this, there will be people looking for us. Please just let us go and we won’t tell anyone what happened,” she begged.

John looked her in the eye, smiled and said, “take off your shirt.” Bob started giggling in a high pitched tone.

“Bob go play with Jenny, but do not touch her unless I say so.” Read the rest of this entry »

I smacked the woman in front of me hard and sent her flying across the room.

“Strip, slut, get those clothes off and suck my meat!” I growled at her.

“Please sir, don’t do this. Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!! Please just let me gooo–ow!” she shrieked and spit.

I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn’t strong enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my cock straight into her throat.

“Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your nose. Calm down. Don’t be scared I just want to rape you. You will survive this if you stay calm.”

She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down her throat…but I was not sure if she would get mad. I did not want her to be mad at me.

Wait, I’m not really explaining this very well. I guess it’s a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years. I tried to make our marriage work.

Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true believer. Me… not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.

Then it happened.

She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeded. The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage she did not really want; to a man she did not really love.

Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a child at 19 but…I would have loved him. I would have loved my son and my wife and I would have been thankful, proud to have her bear my child.

Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan’s twin. Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust with her from they day we met, and I would have been proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her breasts fill with sweet milk–to know that I had done that to her. But Susan was determined that would never happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She did distance herself from me though. She became emotionally inaccessible.

After 5 years of obvious disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me right.

Beth and I only had six months, but they were unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely craved rape.

In fact Beth was a rape-slut. She simply needed me to smack her around, push her, force her–to take sex from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without sex. I guess I would still be waiting if IT had not happened. I found naked pics of my wife.

We had gotten very drunk on New Year’s Eve and she allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She had little choice, it was the only way she might stop me from mailing her slut pics to her family, friends and law firm. It was the only chance to save her precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned the first set of pictures back that night. I’m proud of her.

That’s where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex acts and pregnancy was too much for Susan; she finally decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I would receive half of everything she owned + would get alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was not going to be that easy.

Heh.

What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased several pinhole Video Cameras.

It’s called a “Sugar Cube CMOS”, and only costs about $90. I bought six - three for my bedroom, and three for the den. They would run for 50 hours on a 9 volt battery. It’s about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together.

When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the wall just across from the foot of my bed.

The picture wasn’t perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was enough. A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never Partner with a woman who allowed naked slut pics of herself to get out–no matter what the circumstances. If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion, and potentially millions of dollars (over several years), she would have to play ball.

Again.

I have a casual friend who worked with Susan’s Firm.

“So, Ron, how’s my girl doing? We may be divorced but I still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to time. She’s not working too hard, I mean it is her eighth month. Gotta look out for my son.”

“Well…you know she is a finalist for the last Partner slot. So I guess she’s under a lot of stress. They do a deep background check, and you are on probation. I guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed.”

Perfect, the time was perfect.

Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she has been my woman. I did not love her or anything, but she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew to need her, to look forward to seeing her–to raping her. That’s where you came in.

Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about how I didn’t treat her right, or give her enough money. She had just been to the hair dresser and her hair had this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. Before I had a chance to compliment her she started griping. Beth knew I hated to be bitched at by a woman. It’s just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately.

So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut loved it. But…there was arrogance in her eyes that I had never seen before. There is only so much you can do to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not willing to hurt her. I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, and to have her reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong of me to act any other way.

We’d see how she loved things in a minute. I kept looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung halfway down her back and pooled around her face.

I don’t know why I did it, guess it was just something I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. I opened the drawer and put Beth’s handcuffs on her. I left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think she might have a chance.

“Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too,” she said as I slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her ass.

Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to hurt her too bad. Read the rest of this entry »

John’s life had been a shit storm for the past year. He had found out that his loving wife of 16 years was an adulterous slut. Susan had been fucking his next door neighbor for almost 3 months. John had come home early on their anniversary to share a romantic dinner. He was surprised to find his wife naked and on her knees in their bedroom begging that little dicked, prick Ron to cum in her mouth. As it turned out Ron would not be fucking anyone for a very long time. John beat the living shit out of that traitor. He broke his right arm, fractured his leg and snapped Ron’s collarbone when he threw him down the stairs. As angry as he was he could not bring himself to hit Susan. He watched her expressions proceed from surprise to shock, on to fear, over to relief and settle on a cool, smug superiority.

“John I am sorry you had to find out this way, but maybe it is for the best. Our marriage does not excite me any more. I think it is time we both moved on while we can still be friends.”

John wanted to beat that tone out of her voice, to teach her just what kind of friend he could be, but he was too hurt emotionally, too weak from his wife’s unexpected betrayal to give her the beating they both knew she so richly deserved. So he just stood there like an impotent, spineless, de-dicked, pussy-whipped fool and cried for the woman that he loved, and the marriage that was lost.

Tears don’t last forever, and when they were spent John was able to concentrate on revenge. Susan’s lawyer wasted no time contacting him to begin divorce proceedings. John made good money as a senior computer technician in a large pharmaceutical company. He had been with them since he was 19 and participated in their aggressive 401 k, ESOP and ESPP plans. John was now 36 and had over $350,000 in assets. Susan and her lawyer wanted half. There was no way he was going to let her fuck him again.

So the war began.

Susan demanded $2,000 a month in alimony and child support. John’s lawyer countered with $0 in alimony and a petition for sole custody of their 15 year old daughter Jennifer. The look of terror on Susan’s face at the thought of losing her only child almost made John giddy with anticipation and revenge. Taking Jennifer away would break Susan. It was the cruelest blow he could strike. It was the most evil thing John had ever conceived.

It was an evenly matched custody fight to start; but once the Judge ruled that John would only pay Alimony for 6 months, that Susan would receive 1/3 of his 401 plan when he RETIRED, Susan’s position began to weaken. She had not finished college, and had not held a full time job in her life. Read the rest of this entry »

I want to rape my mom. It was the only way to save her marriage.

{You may wish to See Rape Betrayal#2 a Sister Betrayed first. This story will stand alone, but it is definitely a sequel}

I’ve only raped one person in my life. It was really an accident, but that’s how I got the idea to rape my mother. Let’s be clear: My sister is a bitch. A cruel, condescending Mega-bitch. A few weeks ago she erased my Term Paper because I would not get off the phone when she ordered me to. I failed English, because of her. I decided that was the final, fucking straw. My plan was to drug her, take pics of her naked, and humiliate her in school by posting her pictures. It did not quite turn out the way I expected.

I kind of got worked up, taking pictures of her hot, wet naked body. I decided to experiment a little. I sucked her tits, licked her sweet pussy, played in her juicy fat ass. I got my pictures and was about to call it a day. I decided to rest my dick in her cunt–just to see what it felt like. I had no intention of fucking her, I was just curious. It was innocent really.

Unfortunately the drugs wore off, with my dick buried inside of my sister. She woke up. She was squirming, and wiggling and trying to buck me off.  All that writhing and gyrating underneath me… she basically fucked herself on my dick. It was no one’s fault; really, it was just a freak accident. However, Susan unleashed something inside of me.

She released a part of me that I had kept under tight control. I realized that I LIKED, raping my big sister. I ENJOYED taking her down a peg, breaking her, humiliating her, wiping that smug look off of her pretty face. I decided to let her earn back her pictures one fuck session at a time.

As I raped her ass that first time, something incredible happened. Susan accepted my right to her body. She realized how unfairly she had treated me and humbly apologized. It was so beautiful. To hear her sincere request for forgiveness through her tears, and fear while I viciously raped her ass–well it meant a lot to me. I held her close and forgave her.

I felt so close to her, I am not ashamed to say that I cried. I had my sister back, my best friend. The bitch was gone, the arrogant, condescending, nasty little bitch was dead (or so I thought).

One rape had fixed everything. That’s where I got the idea. Rape had worked so well on my sister Susan maybe it could work on my mom Beth. Nothing else had. I guess she was an ok mom but damn it if she was not a bitch of a wife. My dad was kind of like me, average to good looking, bright but not brilliant. He worked hard, got lucky and had a good job. He was not rich exactly, but was very comfortable. Grandma’s death had left him a lot of insurance money plus the sale of their house. We kept the summer home on the lake. Mom and Susan were a lot alike too. Both were beautiful, and looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Mom was 36 but looked like she was in her late 20s. My sister was 18 but looked 21 or 22. Read the rest of this entry »

Susan had the perfect family. Her mom and dad were a lot younger than most of her friends parents. They had her when they were only 16, the same age that Susan was now. She loved both her parents but she was especially close to her dad. John always made time for her. What other dad was willing to take his sixteen year old daughter shopping, or to the video arcade.

Susan had it all going for her. She was bright, attractive, and well-liked. As her figure began to mature, boys were calling the house more than ever. She was flattered by the attention, and had been out on a few dates, but was not sure if she was ready for anything serious. She figured she’d talk it over with her mom.

When she walked into her parent’s room she had no idea that her perfect little life was about to change forever. Her mom was on the phone with her back to the door. “Bill I need you so bad it’s killing me. When will you fuck me again? Baby needs her big Daddy to fuck her tight pussy”, she purred.

Susan spun around and left the room before her mother could discover her presence. She could not believe it. How could mom betray dad like that?! As far as she was concerned she had no mother. “Poor dad I’ve got to protect him from that slut/bitch” Susan vowed.

As days went by it became obvious that John had no idea what was going on. He still kissed his wife when he got home from work and massaged her when she was tired. Susan began to look for signs of her mother’s infidelity. The time she supposedly spent at the gym or volunteering for Easter Seals began to look suspicious to Susan. Her dear mother had been lying to both of them for years.

To get even more time for her slutty little escapades she suggested that John start working out again at the gym. It was obviously total BS. Her dad was in great shape. He was 6ft 2″ and weighed 180 pounds of pure muscle. Susan was always proud of the approving looks her girlfriends gave her dad the first time they met him. But just like always, as soon as her mom made the slightest suggestion, John was all too eager to comply. He began working out every other day, and oh so coincidentally her mom began spending that time with a new charity.