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Before she could scream, the man lunged forward and covered her mouth. "MMMm!" Ginger cried, grasping at his hand, trying to pull away. "Don't make any noise," the man told her, releasing his hand, "Listen to me."
"Ok, ok," breathed Ginger. It wouldn't do her any good anyway. Why had she wanted to live out in the middle of nowhere anyways? "Please don't hurt me." "We are going to fuck," the man continued, "If you scream, I'm going to hurt you really bad. Understand?" "Please no!!" squealed Ginger. "No." The man grabbed Ginger's throat with one hand. He felt her give a little gulp. He cupped her butt with the other hand and pulled her body close to his, feeling her trying to squirm away. Ginger was struggling. Her assailant kissed her on her lips. Ginger, consumed with fear, shook uncontrollably. He could feel that she was holding her breath while he kissed her. The man dropped his hand down to squeeze her breasts. They were a small C, nice, round and firm. He groped them through the bikini.
"Please don't rip it off," Ginger begged. The man ignored her and grabbed her bikini bottom and started pulling down on it, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She was fighting. He squeezed her butt hard and slid his fingers into her ass crack. "Ouch!" yelped Ginger. Her attacker had her bottom down to her knees and his arm wrapped around her waist. "Please don't," she said. He stopped kissing her.
"Will you blow me?" "Just don't hurt me," she said "I'll let you go afterwards." "Ok," said Ginger, eager to get it over with. "Just start giving me head underwater," he said. "Can I come up for air?" "Not until I cum," he told her, pushing down on her shoulder. Now she was really struggling. He grabbed her hair and forced her underwater. The rapist let Ginger up after about 5 seconds. She gasped for air. "You better start sucking or you're not coming up again." "Ok, ok," sobbed Ginger.
He pulled her down again, using his free hands to take off her shorts. Ginger sucked very carefully, trying not to make him angry. He pushed her head into his crotch and held her there. He could feel her trembling. He let her stay under a good 60 seconds longer, then let her up. She gave a huge gasp, and panted for a few seconds before she could find the air to speak.
"Pp-please. No more!" "Well, I didn't cum, so it looks like you're going to be fucked." "You, you said you'd let me go." "You didn't make me cum." "No, no," she wept, wondering when the torment would end. "I'll tell you what," he said, "You are such a good cocksucker; I'll give you a choice." "What?"
"I can do it here, or in your house, or at my place." "Just do it here," Ginger's shoulders slumped, resigned. She just wanted to get this over with and there was no way she wanted to go to his house. "Ok," he said, and turned her around. His hands slid up under her bikini top and fondled her tits. He ripped the top off. Ginger stood still, horrified as he shoved her into the wall. "Loosen up."
He pulled her waist back so that she was bent over. "You might want to hold on to something." Ginger quietly grabbed hold of the edge of the tub. She felt his fingers start rubbing her crotch, spreading her legs apart wider. The man slid two fingers into her from behind and started pumping them in and out of her. She could feel his cock poking into her backside and she gasped. He spread her open with his hand and pushed into her. Hard. Ginger took a deep breath. "Oh God! NO, please!" He reached around to grab her tits and squeezed and mauled them, as he began banging her, punching into her from behind, pinching her nipples at the same time.
He laughed as she started to cry. Ginger was whimpering like a baby. He laughed and started fucking harder, grunting as he pounded her. He rubbed his finger against her clit roughly. "Please stop," she begged. He continued humping her hard and reached up and grabbed her hair. She grunted as he pulled it back like reigns while he rode her, digging deep inside of her. "Oh God, no, stop, Please!!" He yanked Ginger's hair hard. "You're hurting me," she said. He thrust extra deep, "Please no..."
Ginger felt a warm wetness spurting into her belly. "Oh no," she sniffled. The rapist held her there as he pumped his seed into her. She was crying again, loud sobs, like a child. He put his hands on her thighs again, holding her there, until every last drop was inside her. She remained motionless. He began to get limp and pulled out, then turned her back around to face him.
"Please no more." she pleaded, fear and loathing in her eyes. "I just fucked you like a dog," he said, "You're pretty good." He paused to think. She remained silent as he looked her up and down. "I think that I am going to take you home with me." "No!!" she screamed. "Shhh..." he said, "You don't want to get hurt, honey."
False Arrest by Insomnia It was a bright and sunny day outside as seventeen year old Alyssa drove home from cheerleading practice. The cute blonde couldn't hear the sounds of the sirens behind her over the blaring music coming from her stereo. It wasn't until the squad car pulled up beside her red convertible mustang that she realized she was in trouble. After coming to a stop on the side of the road, she wondered to herself what she had done wrong as she noticed the two police officers approach her car.
"Please step out of the vehicle miss" was all the officer said as he reached her drivers side window. As she opened her door to get out, one of the officers grabbed her by the arm and threw her to ground. "You are under arrest" he disclaimed as he forcibly pulled her tanned arms behind her back and put the handcuffs on her wrists. Before Alyssa could say a word, she was placed in the back seat of the patrol car and was taken to the local police station. As the young teen was taken thru the side door of the station, she tried to ask what she had done wrong and why she had been arrested, but the only response she got was to use her right to remain silent, which she chose to do.
Alyssa was fearful of having to call her parents to come get her out of jail and she didn't want to get in anymore trouble than she was already in, whatever it was, so she remained silent as the two officers led her down a hall and into a room with "processing" written on the door. The bigger of the two officers came behind Alyssa after closing the door and removed her handcuffs. As the handcuffs were removed, Alyssa noticed the second officer taking a bottle of KY jelly and a pair of rubber gloves from a desk drawer. Before the reality of what "processing" meant, the officer behind her spoke the words that Alyssa feared were coming. "Take off your clothes!" he ordered.
The terrified girl stood there in shock. No man had ever seen her undressed, and the thought of being stripsearched by these two policemen was humiliating. The smaller officer appeared to be angered by the teenagers non compliance and rudely told Alyssa that she could remove her own clothes or that he would do it for her. This scared her and she slowly began to undress. As she bent down and untied the laces of her shoes, she heard the officer mumble "thats better." Alyssa pulled her shoes off and placed them to her side. She then grasped the sides of the t-shirt she had put on after showering in the locker room after practice and pulled it over her head. Next, her trembling hands slowly unbuttoned her bluejean shorts and slid then down and off, leaving her left clad only in her silk white bra and bikini panties. For a brief moment, the half naked girl thought she would be able to leave her under garments on, but this thought quickly diminished as the officer behind her spoke. "Strip to the skin, young lady." he exclaimed. Alyssa was humiliated beyond all belief as she reached behind and unhooked her bra, placing it in the pile of clothes and exposing her naked breasts to the officers.