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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 »

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 »

If all the stories posted on your site are true, a lot more girls have experienced gang bangs or trains than I would have thought.

I started college recently and sex seems to be the major topic in the dorm. Girls talk openly about their experiences and fantasies. I’ve met 4 girls who readily admit to having sex with numerous partners at the same time, and quite a few others who, if they haven’t done it, they know of a girl who has. Some of the gang bangs happened when the girls were drunk or stoned, but some were when the girls were fully conscious and willing. Several “gang bang virgins” have told me they intend to experience at least one gang bang or train before they graduate.

I was conscious and willing when I experienced my one and only gang bang. It happened two years ago when I went to spend part of my summer vacation with my older sister. She’s four years older than me, and she was majoring in zoology. One of her professors got her into a summer wildlife study program at a National Park.

My parents wanted to get me out of the city and away from my friends for at least a couple of weeks. I had come home with alcohol on my breath a couple of times and they discovered I was on birth control. I think they thought my sister might be able to talk some sense into me.

From what I understood, she and the other students in her group were pretty much on their own. She got a free room in a dorm, meal passes at the lodge, and turned her field study reports in weekly. Otherwise, the students in her group were considered young adults they didn’t need any supervision. She talked to her advisor and cleared it for me to visit and share her room. It probably helped that my dad, who is loaded, made a sizable donation to the program. Anyway, they packed me onto a bus and sent me to my sister. They decided to send me on the bus rather than drive me so they wouldn’t have to fight with me for 500 miles.

Like I said, she is four years older, and brilliant. She graduated from high school a year early so even though she was only 20, she was already starting her senior year. I love my sister, but I hated the fact that I felt pressure to live up to her legacy. It wasn’t enough that I made honor roll, I wasn’t bringing home a perfect 4 point every quarter. She was a city champion high school swimmer and finished 2nd in regionals. If it weren’t for the flu, she would have gone to the state meet. She went to college on a swimming scholarship. I only finished 3rd in the city trials and lost in the first heat of regionals. That was sort of the pattern. Whatever I did well, she did better. Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that she is absolutely beautiful: She has cover girls looks, a flawless figure, spectacular 35C breasts, and long beautiful legs.

I got on the bus with a certain amount of resentment. When I arrived my sister ran up to me and gave me a long obviously heart felt hug. She turned to two friends who were with her and said “This is my sister, isn’t she beautiful?’ Her two friends were other interns from her study team, a cute guy name Phil and a nice looking girl name Jamie.

We climbed into their car for the ride from town to their dorm in the park. My sister said she was so happy when my parents told her they were sending me to spend a couple of weeks with her. She said it was the first time she was getting to spend any extended time with me since she started college. I thought it and realized she was right. I had spent a good deal of the past 4 years resenting her and hadn’t thought about all the more pleasant times we spent together. She had actually taught me how to ride a bike, swim, and helped me learn to read. When I was 4 or 5, she often read me to sleep and held me on her lap when we watched TV. Was I really mad at her or just at myself for not being able to match her achievements? Read the rest of this entry »

You are unfamiliar with the L.A. streets and somewhere south and east of the airport, you find yourself lost in the dark in a very questionable neighborhood, run down, full of signs in lanquages you can’t read. Suddenly, an old van with a big wooden bumper rear-ends your rented Toyota, driving it up over a curb. When you recover from the shock of the collision, you reach for the door handle, to get out and look at the damage.

As soon as you get out, someone grabs you from behind. A coarse sack, burlap or jute, is pulled down over your head, and your arm is twisted behind you, by someone you can’t see. “Don’t make a noise, Anglo bitch, or you are dead right now.” says a voice which sounds as if the teeth are clenched. In seconds, you are dragged into the van and pushed to the floor. You can feel it back up, stop with a lurch, and then move forward, making several turns, probably turning at every intersection.

Strong hands roll you on your back. Counting hands, there must be at least three men. You feel the hard steel floor of the van against your back; it is a cargo van, no seats in back. Probably no windows, either, you realize. Unless there were witnesses to the ramming and abduction, no one could know where you are.

You feel cold steel against your throat, under the bag which covers your eyes. “Listen, Sweetie, you are going to do everything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream or struggle or talk back; otherwise, you die right now. Understand?” The point of the knife presses painfully into your skin.

“Yes,” you croak, your throat dry with terror. You feel them pulling your arms above your head, and apart. Your wrists are tied to something, maybe the front seats of the van. They are using wire; it bites into your skin. They take your Reboks and tie your ankles, using wire again, pulling your legs straight and apart. You are spread-eagled, entirely helpless and vulnerable. Your breathing is rapid. You are hyperventilating and might become light headed, blowing off too much carbon-dioxide, except that the sack over your head restricts the air flow, compensating for your panicky panting.

You are wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. The knife point slides down your neck, until the blade encounters the first button of your shirt. There is a little tug, and the button flies off. You actually hear it strike the metal wall of the van. Men laugh. You smell marijuana.

You can feel another tug at your shirt. The second button is cut off. Then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth, which is down by your navel. Someone pulls the tail of your shirt out of your jeans and cuts the last buttons. They didn’t have to cut them off. You know you can never wear that shirt again. Will you die naked? The flannel is pulled back, baring the front of your body.

The sharp blade, double edged, slides along the midline of your tummy. You wonder, is it drawing blood? How can you be so detached, so clinical? Does it have something to do with being blindfolded by the sack? You cannot see who is assaulting you, so you must concentrate on what you feel. You feel the blade pause, between your breasts, and lift, and suddenly your bra springs away from your breasts, leaving them exposed. Almost instantly, strong, masculine hands grasp your breasts. They are big hands, able to engulf your B-cup breasts, and they are rough, calloused hands. They squeeze and knead your breasts. These men have no respect for your body. Read the rest of this entry »

Last summer my wife and I decided to take a week vacation to a small Caribbean Island. We were taking her younger sister as a High school graduation gift. As background, I am a 28 year old Stock Broker, my wife is a gorgeous 24 year old Marketing researcher, and her 17 year old sister was getting ready to go to a small Eastern College.

Both my wife, Ann and her sister Dawn are blondes with great athletic bodies. They are very close despite the age difference, and I honestly had never looked at Dawn as anything more than a kid sister myself.

Anyway from Florida we took a small 12 seat prop plane to this tiny resort Island looking forward to a week of snorkeling, tennis, and lots of sun. There were 6 other people on the flight, a couple in their sixties, 2 business men, and two other guys who appeared to be from the Islands themselves. Read the rest of this entry »

I had often fantasized about seeing my beautiful wife take on another guy, but thats all it was just a fantasy. That is until last month. Sheila is a gorgeous brunette, 5′ 6″ tall with long gorgeous legs, and the most beautiful set of breasts a guy could imagine. Even after two kids, arobics kept her hot looking as ever. She loves all forms of sex and is quite an expert at sucking cock. She told me it came from her younger days when she would suck off her dates so they wouldn’t get her pregnant. I’m thankful for her oral talents.

During intercourse, we would sometimes talk out our fantasies to each other while my cock was being riden by her sweet pussy. I’d tell her about my desire to see her with another guy. And she’d want to know what I’d like to see her do. And we’d keep it up until we both climaxed stronger than if we hadn’t been talking about those things. After climax it seemed a little dirty to talk about it and never came up unless we were making love. Sheila had two fantasies, one was to take on a black cock. And the other was to be serviced by two guys at once. Read the rest of this entry »

Luke Randall wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good-looking guy, not even half-ways worthy of a second glance from a girl’s viewpoint. In fact as far as that was concerned, there weren’t any girls in Trinity, Idaho had gotten as far as even having a viewpoint as to Luke’s particular existence.

Now nineteen, he had somehow completed his education at Westmore High, his grades having been no more impressive than his peer-ranking. Perhaps his science lecturer had nailed it succinctly when he wrote on Luke’s essay “Atomic Fission: The Post War Challenges”… “Luke, if you ever find yourself within the proximity of a nuclear reactor – don’t touch anything!” Read the rest of this entry »