Charles Smythe's Adult Stories

Scared

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Tammy knew that she was going to be raped as soon as the stranger tightened his grip on her forearm and looked into her eyes with all the violence of hell. They were alone together in the desert about one hundred miles from the nearest civilization. Her car had broken down while she was driving to Vegas, and this creepy old guy had driven his car up out of nowhere and offered to help.
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Tammy had been a stripper and that’s why she was headed for Vegas. She had a new job there. So she had been in with a tough set of people before and generally knew how to act around them. But this guy out in the desert with her was the toughest she had seen and the most dangerous. She had already made up her mind to do anything he wanted and hoped that she might make it out of the desert with her life.
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Tammy was 20. She had long black hair that came to almost her waist. She had kind of a good country girl appearance about her that drove the men crazy at the strip clubs she worked at, and a tight little body to go along with it. When her old car had broke down on the highway she had been wearing a pair of short-short cut off jeans, and a belly baring halter-top that reveled her pierced navel. Her tongue was also pierced, as was her clit.
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The guy was old. And from the looks of him he was probably a Hells Angel or something equally as tough. Maybe he had even been in Vietnam. He looked to be about the right age. He was tall, about 6-foot 6. He had a beer belly that hung over his pants. Tattoos, revealed by the sleeveless undershirt that he wore ran up and down both of his arms. That combined with the long beard and thick dark sunglasses that he wore even though it was nearly midnight made his face look pure evil.
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“Don’t hurt me,” Tammy begged him. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just don’t hurt me.”
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For an answer, he spit out into the desert and increased his grip on her arm. Wordlessly, he reached into his back pocket he brought out a big knife. This made Tammy jump with a shock of fear. Silently he reached out with the blade and cut first one and then the other of the straps that held up her halter-top. With nothing holding up the flimsy garment, it fell away to the sand below. Tammy was nude under the halter. Her breasts were a small C size. The nipples were long and red and always seemed to be erect. They were both pierced, and the gold glimmered in the moonlight. On her belly was a little tattoo. He looked down curiously at this.
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“We can fuck if that’s what you want to do. Only please don’t hurt me,” Tammy found that there were tears in her voice as she said this.
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He only looked at her with that solid evil stare that sent chills through her. He put the knife back in his pocket and released the grip on her arm and backed off a couple of steps staring at her expectantly. Tammy had a pretty good idea what he wanted. As her heart was beating very quickly from her fear, she reached down to her cutoffs and unzipped. Then she wiggled out of them and let them drop onto the sand beneath her feet. She had on a g-string under the shorts. She stepped out of the shorts and reached for the g-string finding that she was starting to get cold from the cool night air of the desert. She hadn’t worked as a stripper in about a month so her pubic hair had grown back in to a full dark bush between her long dancers legs. She tossed the g-string to the side and stood naked before the evil man, waiting for him to come to her.
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Instead he just stared at her for a long moment. She shivered in the cold night air and goose bumps begin appearing on her legs and arms. She was hoping that she’d turned him on and that he would get the rape over with. Then she could find out if he would let her live or kill her in the desert like she was afraid he might.
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Finally she couldn’t take it any more, so she climbed up on the hood of her car and brought her knees up to her chest. She held herself tightly to try and keep warm. She was visibly shivering now and didn’t know if it was just the cold night or the evil stare that had not left her once. He nodded curtly to her and she knew what he wanted from her with out him having to tell her. Fearfully, she leaned back on the hood bringing her knees up tight against her chest and spread her thin little thighs wide enough to give him a good view of her crotch. The piercing through her clit shined in the light of the stars against the dark velvet of her pubic hair. As she brought her legs wider apart her lips parted and the delicate pink skin between the folds was clearly visible to that ugly gaze.
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For a long time nothing happened. Her stomach in knots, Tammy just lay back on the hood of her car holding her legs apart with her hands each griped around her thighs. She was waiting for him and the wait was worse than the cold or her nakedness or her fear of death. He made her wait for him and she knew he must be doing that on purpose to torment her, and yet she could not change the assumed position she had taken for him. She had to wait it out. Again she started to tremble and her flesh pimpled over with bumps from the cold.
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Chancing a glance between her legs she saw that he had taken off his clothes and now stood in front of her. He wasn’t moving but seemed to be transfixed, as he looked between her legs her fuzzy pussy. The neutral expression on his face made it hard to tell if he was aroused by the sight or just bored. Glancing down to his groin she saw his member-hanging limp between his legs. Though not erect it still hung a good 6-inches down past his red and tightly wound scrotum, and the width made it look as strong and mean as it’s owner. She could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin and the thick head, larger than the rest.
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Tammy slowly got up from her prone position. She wanted to get this show on the road and find out if she was going to live or die. She sat up crossed legged on the hood of her car, the metal under her feeling cold and hard. Coming forward toward him on her hands and knees she reached out for his hanging dick. If she was going to have any chance of life beyond the next few minutes she knew instinctively that she would have to get his dick aroused to it’s angry fullest.
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The evil guy’s dick was actually heavy as she raised it out from the balls and held it firmly in her left hand. She brought it slowly but surely up to her mouth. Opening her mouth she closed her eyes and took him inside. Her tongue darted out to feel his cock. It tasted bad, evil like the man.
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She began sucking him in. At first nothing happened, though large it was still flaccid. She moved out her tongue along the underside and as she sucked him in she licked the underside. At the same time, with her right hand she cupped his balls. They were also heavy and coarse like the dick she was sucking. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair in one of his callused hands and yanked hard. She felt his other hand roughly running down her shoulders to her back. She shivered slightly as it continued on down to the small of her back. As he moved closer to her, she could smell a foul odor coming from him.

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Laura Gets raped

Part-1-of-2

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Furtively, the 3-teenage boys watched as the moving van pulled away from the house sitting at the end of Arkansas lane. From their vantage point in the pines neighboring the backyard, they could see the Briggs’s loading up their station wagon.
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It was a warm fall day as they laid prone on the soft pine needles, watching as Christina Briggs carefully bent over and placed her toddler in his car seat. All 3-of the boys groaned and ground their crotches into the soft needles, as they focused on Christina’s shapely rear-end straining against her tight shorts.
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“Sure would like some of that,” Kerry said to his companions.
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“Like you’d know what to do with a piece of ass like that,” laughed Brian, the oldest of the three.
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“Yea, right,” chimed in Taylor.
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They continued their vigil until the Briggs were loaded up and drove their 8-year-old car out the driveway and headed towards their new destination. As the sun was starting to set, the 3-young men trotted in at an angle up to the rear of the house. Since it was the last house on Arkansas lane, they weren’t seen by any of the neighbors as they jimmied open a bedroom window and let themselves into the house.
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Partially closing the window behind them, they noticed that the Briggs were fairly neat, but had left behind an old bed and some other furniture of little value. Quickly checking out the kitchen, they were rewarded with several long neck bottles of lite-beer left in the frig and also some partially filled liquor and wine bottles in one of the cabinets.
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Kerry and Taylor each grabbed a beer, but Brian found a glass and some ice in the freezer. He poured himself some bourbon and drank a few sips while adjusting to its heat. Thirty minutes later, all 3-young men were basking in an alcoholic glow when they heard a car approaching and turning into the driveway.
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On alert, Taylor ran to bedroom bordering the driveway and peered out the window. He returned a few seconds later, “It’s the owner’s wife, and she’s getting out of the car.”
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Brian immediately ordered the other 2-guys to get out of sight, as he took up a position in the hallway next to the main living room.
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Laura was there because she wanted to check on the condition of their house as quickly as possible after the Briggs moved out. Her husband had rented the house to the young couple and they still had their $750 security deposit. Since they had been good tenants, if the house was in decent shape they would forward the money,
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Going around to the rear entrance, using her key Laura quickly unlocked the door. She really needed to go after an hour’s drive, so she made a quick trip to bathroom located next to the laundry room. When finished, she washed her hands and opened the door.
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As she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, a strong hand was clamped over her mouth and she was roughly pulled up against a tall attacker. She froze when she saw the knife waving in front of her eyes by her assailant’s free hand.
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He strange voice whispered in her ear, “If you scream or fight me, I’ll cut you real bad. Do you understand?”
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As soon as she nodded her head, she felt him lower the hand from her mouth. He quickly wrapped it around her waist and pulled her tighter against his body. “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll give you whatever you want,” she moaned.
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“That’s right bitch, you’ll give us whatever we want. Now get down on the floor and keep your head down and your eyes closed.”
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Laura was quickly thrown face down on the carpet. Then her arms were roughly pulled behind her back and her hands were bound with an electric cord or something like it. As her heart and breathing were racing from fear, she felt and heard more footsteps coming into the living room where she lay.
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A dark silk scarf was wrapped twice around her head and over her eyes. Laura had never been so scared in her life. It was beating so hard that she was afraid that her heart would burst out of her chest. Then several strong hands pulled her back up to her feet and led her into another room.
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“Now, if you be nice to us, I promise we won’t hurt you, Okay?” Laura nodded again, as she started getting her emotions under control.
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The young man or boy, she wasn’t sure which it was, that was talking to her sounded sincere, so she started to calm down a little. She walked with them into what she guessed was the master bedroom. When they sat her down on the old four-poster bed that she had allowed the Briggs to use, her suspicions were confirmed.
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“Please don’t hurt me. I won’t give you any trouble,” she pleaded helplessly.
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“What’s your name?” asked the boy who that had threatened her earlier. (more…)