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| Asian Rape | Date Rape Drugs And Their Pictures | Rape Stories | Adult Rape Video Sale |
| [Thursday, 11:18pm] The elevator door slid open with a whoosh onto the dimly lit 6th level parking garage. Since it was a little after 11 pm, only a few vehicles remained in the parallel marked stalls. Jaina Grayson was alone. Slight trepidation coursed through her veins as the half-lit garage could be a dangerous place late at night. She flicked the remote on her key chain, which made a little red light flash momentarily, as did a black BMW Z4 roadster chirp twice, signaling its alarm was disabled. She walked quickly to her car, heels clicking sharply on the concrete, resounding throughout the garage—amplifying the fact that there wasn't another person around. Calming herself with busy, nonsensical thoughts about her outrageously expensive sports car, the sleek 6-speed was a present she bought herself when she made chief resident at Health Valley Medical Center's emergency room. She was very proud of it and now, nearly poor because of it. Once she reached her car, she set her briefcase down to stroke the side of the machine. "Mmm... so beautiful." She slipped the key into the lock. Out of nowhere, hands suddenly grabbed her from behind and dragged her towards the rear of her car where they'd be hidden from passersby. She screamed, but he cut it off short with a hand clamped to her mouth and she kicked her briefcase over with a loud clatter in her struggle to get away from her attacker. Her heart pounded in her chest as notes of bergamot, fern, and vetiver invaded her nose, along with an aroused male scent. Crude, strong hands moved over her expensive suit, tearing off her jacket, and tossing it aside on the ground into a pool of oil. Instantly, black soaked the caramel colored garment. Anger flashed through her brain, and quickly she stiffened, feeling him jab his intent between her thighs then lift her off the ground, groaning his desire. He pressed his hard body against her, melding them together, along with his harder erection wedged firmly into her vee. "Please, " She begged softly, "Let me go." "I will... eventually," he growled at the nape of her neck. "But not before I fuck that sweet slit of yours," Setting her on the ground, he jammed his hand down the front of her skirt and untucked her blouse. One hand went under to the front clasp of her brassiere where he easily unlatched it and let her heavy bosom spring free. He grasped one, squeezed, and roughly massaged it, before he surprised her with a sharp nipple pinch. "Don't you scream or I'll hurt you. Don't fight me or I'll hurt you. Don't try to get away or I'll hurt you." He warned her, setting a knife on the trunk of her car—the glint of light off the blade served as a warning that she should obey. "Do you understand?" "Yes." Jaina whimpered and trembled. "I won't scream," she turned her head slightly, wanting to get a glimpse of him. Catching her before she did, he grabbed her chin, nipped her neck, and then roughly pointed her forward again. "Now sweet thing, that's a mistake—you really don't want to see." He whispered, trying to seduce her as his other hand slipped under her blouse and caught the top button. He ripped open her top and squeezed her breasts together, and pinched both nipples at the same time. "Faceless is safer for the both of us." "Ohh-ow." She moaned. "You are hurting me." Ignoring her plea, he pushed her down onto the car, and jerked up her skirt, exposing her ass to the air. God! why did she wear thong panties? He picked up the knife and she felt the cold metal blade where the thin strip of material of her panties joined the waist band. Fear slammed into her brain as he slit her thong, but he did not cut anything else because he set the knife aside again. He slapped her ass as he unzipped and kicked her legs apart. "Nnnoh..." The rapist roughly pinned her against the trunk of the car with one hand on the back of her head. "Is this what you want?" He asked coldly, "My cock is going to turn you inside out, bitch, and you'll love it." "Please." She shook her head no, "Uhhh." She moaned, knowing there wasn't anything she could do. Adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream, and she shivered, anticipating his next moves. He slid his cockhead at her vulnerable slit, spat, and lubed himself up with his spittle. Forgetting his instruction momentarily, she jerked her hips away, but he pulled her back into position. Breathing hard, she waited. Waiting, waiting, and then he did. He thrust in violently, and filled her completely as he looped an arm around her midriff to get a good hold. "My god!" She cried in surprise as he drew nearly out and slammed in, lifting her off her feet. She grunted, felt dirty, and utterly defenseless. He stroked hard, fast, and brutal. "Oh! That hurts..." she moaned as he was so big—too big. Surely he'd split her in two. "Two drinks... buzz..." Jaina licked the sweet anise flavored liqueur off her bottom lip and half-grinned. "Buzzing hard." Three shots of Sambuca in a relatively short time had her pleasantly drunk and scanning the room with a slow-eyed regard. She felt a little more relaxed than she was when she first entered the swingers club, but not intoxicated enough to fuck a stranger on a stage in front of an audience full of strangers. Her friends, Elise and Shelly might be wrong; getting back in the saddle may not be what she really needed. They had said that she needed nasty and nameless sex to get over her cheating, low life, waste of sperm, ex-husband. Oh, she agreed that she needed to do it too, but an upscale, secret hardcore sex club for the rich and connected wasn't where she should begin because in reality, she was a bit of a wallflower, always hiding in the background. It was true, she did need to change that about herself too, the shyness. The introverts tended to get their heads stepped on by the extroverts who got on top and waved their arms for attention. Jaina left the main room to wander about and along the way; she grabbed a glass of chardonnay off a silver tray a waitress offered to her. Her friends had already found partners for the night and were off engaging in a hundred and one hedonistic acts elsewhere. They were comfortable doing that because they had come to the club several times before without her. "Be fearless." Shelly had given words of encouragement, but naughty Elise with her slick city attitude had said, "Get fucked like you never have and forget the bum already!" Both were right, she knew that, so perhaps if she loosened up a bit maybe the swingers club wasn't such a wrong place to liberate. With her little inner pep talk, and the liquid courage from both the Sambuca and the wine, she took note of the club for the first time. The club itself wasn't really a club per se, it was an impressive Italian mansion named "Villa A Mediterranean." The outside grounds of the villa had strategic floodlights to show it off at night, but the inside was the complete opposite, with unlit rooms to set the mood of the evening. The mansion had immense archways that led to tremendous rooms, with glowing candles on tall wrought iron stands for enough light to walk without stumbling. Jaina wished to see the place during the day because if the size of the mansion was any indication of how grand it was then surely the decor would be breathtaking. Regular patrons of the club stayed on the first floor, but the VIP's could play on the upper levels of the mansion. As she passed the blocked off front staircase, the guard, an imposing man dressed in black, nodded at her, but she felt his eyes burn holes into her ass as she walked by and went to the doorway of one room. The room turned out to be where group sex with women only took place and it was the same with the room next to it, but for men. All of the rooms had some flavor of sex taking place, but nothing that she thought was to her taste so she wandered back to the main room. The room was in total darkness, except a round stage in the center of the room, with a spotlight on a couple engaging in nasty exhibitionism. Jaina leaned against the archway, half in and out of the room, sipping the last of her drink and watched the show on stage. The room reeked of cigar smoke, liquor, and cum. She couldn't see them, but she knew the shadows held voyeurs either masturbating or having sex with other voyeurs because the seductive techno-style music didn't disguise the moans and groans—it only enhanced it as they voiced their passion in beat with the music. It all turned her on—the sight on the stage, the smell of spent erotica, and listening to others having sex made her clit throb and ache as she watched. Maybe she was a voyeur too because the two blondes who looked to be twins made her horny. More so with the mood and their exquisite shapes fucking on black satin sheets under a black light. Their bodies glowed in all that darkness, making them literally on display. One lay on her back with her long legs spread wide and draped over the other's shoulders. The girl between her partner's thighs had her face planted deep in muff. Jaina was heterosexual, but turned on by sapphic love. Really, who wouldn't be turned on seeing two women ravishing each other like that? Certainly not her—she was wet and dripping. Now thoroughly hot and bothered, she squeezed her thighs together repeatedly and drank the rest of her wine. Vividly she imagined it was her lapping at the blonde's pussy as she licked the edge of her glass, she tasted Chablis, but fancied a musky flavor instead. "Come on over to my table, and I can take care of that for you," lustily croaked a hideous Neanderthal man who breathed whiskey vapors into her face. "I have a couple of fat fingers that will make your cunt spit cream." In the lighter side of the archway, he wagged the fingers he was suggesting to use on her. They were knobby, hairy, and sporting two chunky diamond rings. "Then baby, I'll take you for a ride of your life." Repulsed and shocked, she stuttered, "Uh-huh, I don—" To the left of her, a strong, nice looking, manly hand shot out from the darkness, took her hand, and pressed it gently. "She's with me," said a smooth timbered voice, much to her relief. "So move along and harass someone else with your cretin-like pick up lines." "Huh?" Neanderthal man stupidly asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" Finally regaining her composure, "It means to piss off, dumb ass." She replied with a wry smile as she slid into the booth with her rescuer. "Thank you." "My pleasure." He said, striking a match, which briefly illuminated his face before he touched it to a cigarette. A vanilla and clove scent sweetened the fetid muskiness of the club. "Some just try too hard, by being aggressive like him..." The cherry ember grew bright with a draw on his clove cigarette. "Others, such as yourself, are timid." "Timid? I'm far from that." She scoffed, feigning bravado. "I'm here aren't I?" "By your own choosing?" He chuckled. "I doubt it." Who is this man who questions my self-confidence? She thought in annoyance, wishing she had gotten a clearer view of him instead of the quick look in low light when he lit a match. Although what she had seen was attractive—his firm jaw line, and ample lips that teased with certain rakishness. "No, it wasn't my idea to come here, but I can 'own it' if I so choose." The stranger took her hand again. "Are you choosing?" With her heart flitting around inside her chest like caged bird, she slid closer to him. "I am." She said, wanting his seduction, as he was the only one whom she found appealing and she wasn't leaving Villa A Mediterranean without being fucked, as she'd never had before. Already knowing she had chosen to have sex with him, she asked, "What have I chosen?" The question still titillated her upon asking. "To be free." He simply replied. "Confident words from a stranger to a stranger." "Colin." He pulled her to him so that they both sat in the middle of the overstuffed U-shaped bench with her back to him and between his thighs. "Now, I'm not a stranger." "Jaina." She relaxed and leaned back. "Now I'm not a stranger either." She said knowing that they really were, but not caring. Seemingly, his hands felt like they were everywhere on her body at once. Stroking her cheek the way he was, with slow sensuality made all of her nerve endings flash simultaneously, as did his caress over her breasts, belly, and finally, at her mound. He pressed a hand there on the silky, knit-covered pubic bone, she pushed up, wanting him to touch her deeper, but he did not. His other hand squeezed a breast and flicked a nipple to a point. "Tell me your fantasies. The one scene you play over and over in your head when you masturbate or are with a lover." Colin asked, slipping the hand at her breast under her clingy midi-top. "The one that gets you off faster with than without." Share her fantasies with him? Could she? Jaina wondered. With a little luck, he unfastened the front closure of her bra and resumed his petting on her bare skin. His hand felt worn, as if he worked outdoors with them or washed them repeatedly throughout the day. She liked the feel of them on her smooth, sensitive flesh and he kissed her neck, licked, and breathed hotly on her. "Tell me." He whispered, pressing harder on her mound, and strumming her nipple. Jaina moaned; the pressure at her clit was unbearable. "I imagine that I'm alone at night... sleeping and I'm wakened by the sound of a broken window. I don't investigate because I'm afraid." She felt him grow hard against her back and knew it was her fantasy that turned him on. "A man climbs through the window into my bedroom." Her talk caused his nipple flicking to become rough and wondered if revealing more would send his other hand beneath her skirt. She was ready for him, wearing a skinny g-string bikini—easy access for whatever he had in mind. "The man isn't there to rob, but there to rape... me, specifically because he has been watching me for months and he is lust crazy." "I can see why." He groaned as he pressed his erection firmly against her while his other hand finally slipped up her mini-skirt. "You're making me insane." He stroked her freshly waxed pussy lips. "So he's in your bedroom..." He prompted her to go on. "He jumps on me and puts his hand over my mouth tells me not to scream." "Don't scream, bitch." His fingers found her wet clit where he strummed it as he did her nipple, simultaneously. "You're going to like this." "Yes," She sighed. "Exactly." The slow throbbing between her legs turned hot and spread to the pit of her belly. "I sleep in the buff so he jerks my legs apart, unzips, rubs his erect penis until he's slick and pushes into me." As she said the last part, Colin's fingers easily entered her then slipped out and back. He fingered her slow and deliberate while he twisted her aching nipple. Orgasm was close to "no return" and she moved with him to get to the edge. "Oh, that feels good." Sensing she was close, he backed off. "Continue." "He-he finds out I-I'm already wet." "You want it?" Colin asked, continuing his tease. "Don't cum. If you do I'll quit." He stroked harder. "So he rapes you, but you like it?" "G-god yes!" She hissed through clenched teeth, putting the breaks on her climax. "No, I love it." Flexing against her, he asked, "Do you cum with him?" "Yesss...like I want to now. "My oh my, she thought, feeling his hard-on press into her back again, he's really big. "Let's forget my fantasy, I want you instead." Jaina turned to face him and they kissed feverishly, with tongues that moved in sync with each other. As turned on and mindless as she was, she still took note that he kissed well, which was a good indicator that he'd give good head. Her ex-husband was a lousy kisser. "I want to see your face." She unbuckled and unzipped him. "No," Colin simply replied. "You have your fantasy and I have mine." "Which is?" "I like to fuck strangers." "We've already established we weren't strangers." She teased, stroking his long cock. He was what she thought—big and hard. "Real nice." "Thank you." He laughed sexily. "Now why don't you slide on an—" Interrupting his chatter with a kiss, she did what he suggested, and slowly sunk him into her sopping sex. "Ah." They groaned in unison. Jaina felt Colin wiggle to force her to move down faster, but she backed off because she wanted to the savor the slow erotic feel of him filling her up inch by inch. He was a tight squeeze once she had him to the hilt then she rose up suddenly and right back down, slamming her cheeks onto his thighs. Damn, doesn't he feel good? Elise was right; this was what she needed. She rode him with pleasure then bent back to sink his cock deeper, he supported her waist and he groaned as she bowed him slightly. Very close to orgasm now; she ground her hips side to side. He joined in with movements that started slow with her grind. Enjoying the result of their combined effort, she let him take the lead. He teased her by bucking with deliberate, shallow strokes that penetrated only two inches inside, but with her on top and leaning as she was, meant that the head of his cock rubbed sensual bliss directly on her G-spot. The orgasm she had been putting off, suddenly rolled up on her. "Oh-mi-god!" She called, surprised and shuddering as she came. "Mmm, yes." Pushing up her skirt higher, he leaned her all the way back, and laid between her thighs so he could thrust hard and fast. "We're going to get together again." He slammed his demand through ragged breaths. "Yes!" Another orgasm or the same one, she wasn't so sure, erupted as he continued to ravage her pussy with his thick prick. " Ooh, yes, yes, yes." She chanted. Faster, his slim hips pumped then he stopped, went rigid, and grunted, "I'm going to cum." Cum splattered on the curve of her pretty lily white ass. He grinned, and watched his load slip and drip in long strings onto the ground. His call of passion still echoed throughout the empty garage when he orgasmed. Colin pulled up his trousers and swiped the remaining spunk off and stepped forward, reached around, and offered it to her. Not hesitating for even a second, she licked his finger clean. "Mmm," She laughed, low and sexy as she tried to look at him again. "Just what the doctor ordered." "Jaina." He chuckled, biting the back of her neck. "Stop." He leaned over to pick up her oil stained jacket and tossed it on the trunk of the car. Caressing her luscious ass one last time, he straightened her skirt and pulled her ripped blouse together. "Sorry about that, I'll buy you a new suit." "If you do, make it black instead." She poked her round backside into his groin, trying to tease him awake again. Colin glanced at his watch and saw that he was very late for his shift. "I've got to go, and so do you. You'll need your sleep." He swiped the nape of her neck with long lick and blew. She shivered. "Leave your bedroom window open before you go to bed." He walked away, left her at her car, and stepped into the shadows. For a moment, he watched her looking for him, but he knew she wouldn't find him. She gave up, jumped into her car, and sped off. Once her car disappeared, he headed to the elevator she had left earlier for their tryst. The elevator door slid open and closed after he stepped in. He pushed the button for his floor where his medical lab was, which was on the same floor the emergency room was. Colin knew Jaina, but she didn't know him. [Thursday, 11:48pm] The hospital elevator came to a stop on the first floor and opened up in the foyer across from the emergency room where all the patients sat, expecting to be seen. It was a typical night when the moon was full because the waiting area was still a madhouse from last evening. Some were pacing the floor while others groaned in pain as they sat on the hard plastic seats. Health Valley was too cheap to spring for comfy seats for their patients—they'd rather spend their money on the neverending construction. There was always another corridor, room, or an uncomfortable waiting room to build. |
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