Gender: Male Age: 49 Location: Scotland
|Introduction: Tracey is raped on the way home from a party|
This is a fictional story of the rape of 24 year old Tracey, a busty raven haired beauty as she was travelling home after a party at a friend’s house. The story contains scenes of violence, cruelty and rape. Please be warned.
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Tracey – The Garage Incident
“So……………would you like to tell me what happened?” Said the Policeman who was sitting opposite the tired and shaken Tracey in the windowless interview room. A Policewoman was sitting alongside him looking expressionless. Tracey’s makeup had run down her face with the tears and she sipped on a paper cup of water before starting her story.
“I had been at a part at my friend Sharon’s house.” She started feeling her voice almost cracking as she spoke. “I didn’t have anything to drink and was driving. I left the party at around 1.30 and pulled into the Esso Garage on the High Street. You know the one I mean?”
The Policewoman nodded her head in response but kept the same serious facial expression.
“I put around a tenner of petrol in my car and didn’t really notice anyone there other than the attendant who took my money. There were some young guys in the garage shop but I didn’t really see them properly.” She sipped the water once again trying to remember the evening.
The Policeman interjected in the silence. “I know this must be difficult. Tell me what were you wearing?”
This jolted Tracey back into the present and she continued. “Oh, this black skirt and a tight blue top!”
“And the skirt is leather and mini?” Said the Policewoman. Tracey nodded.
“Heels!” Tracey said to the table in front of her.
“Yes, I still have that on, although it is ripped now!” Tracey’s face started to crumble into tears again and she sipped her water trying to calm herself.
“And then?” The Policeman prompted.
“I heard one of the men in the shop say something but couldn’t really hear what. I paid for the fuel and left the shop walking back to my car. I heard a noise behind me as I walked and turned to see a man looking at me and missed the crack in the forecourt.”
“Yes, yes, there is a crack on the forecourt and my heel caught it and I fell over!”
“So!” Said the Policeman moving his gaze down onto Tracey’s bare legs. “That would explain the gash on your knee?” He kept his gaze on her leg running his eyes up over her tanned thighs to the bottom edge of the skirt.
“Yes.” Tracey replied not even noticing his gaze. “I started to get up wondering what had happened when I felt a sudden weight on my back forcing me down onto her stomach on the dirt of the forecourt. I guessed it was a body and I felt frightened. I tried to scream but then a hand came over my mouth and stuffed a cloth between my lips, which muffled any noise that I was going to make.” She sipped her water again.
“Did you see who did this to you?” Said the Policewoman. “Can you identify him?”
“Or her?” Corrected the Policeman.
“No!” Tracey said. “I struggled to get my hands from under my body and when the weight lifted for a minute I dragged myself forward half a body length, trying to escape. I wasn't thinking at this point, I was just reacting like the trapped animal I felt like. I tried to kick out and felt my skirt being pushed up exposing my bum.” A tear rolled down her face.
“Go on………………….please!” Said a voice of encouragement.
“I tried to pull the gag out and could see people, men around watching what was going on. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t do something. I managed to stand and break free and then ran straight into someone else who held me tight to them. I panicked again and trashed and squirmed beneath him. Then I felt warm lips press against the side of my neck, gently nuzzling and sucking on my skin. I had to escape; I had to!” She paused to take another sip of water.
“Then I felt another pair of hands pulling at my underwear, dragging it down past my thighs and calves. I was naked from the waist down now with my skirt up around my waist. I knew that these men were going to rape me! I struggled furiously, my head thrashing back and forth. I tried to raise the alarm but the gag was stuck tight. I could still feel the man sucking and slobbering on my neck and now his knees were between my legs, forcing them apart. I felt his cock press against my ……………………..um………………you know what!”
“Your pussy?” The Policewoman said helpfully,
“Yes, yes, my um………..pussy. Then he spoke. He said, ‘You're a hot little cunt and hot little cunts need fucking. And I'm going to fuck you.’
The Policeman noted this in his book shifting slightly uncomfortably in his chair.
“Then he pushed into me. I cried out in pain through my gag as the head of his cock popped into me, dragging the dry flesh painfully along with it. I thought I was going to pass out. The pain filling every corner of my body and mind. I was dry and it was feeling like I was being torn apart.
He swore at me and encouraged me to enjoy it.
Minutes, which seemed like hours passed as he rode me, slamming my hips and buttocks painfully into the dirty ground with each downward thrust, and the pain gradually lessened to be replaced by strange feeling of fullness.” Tracey paused at looked at the Policeman whose eyes were fixed on her naked thighs. He quickly adjusted his vision to her face.
“He froze on top of me and moaned and I felt his seed fill me. He rolled off and I tried to get up, to finally escape; I managed to prop myself onto my elbows when two hands grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs high into the air, forcing me back once again! Before I could do anything, my knees were beside my head and there was another man on top of me, his penis searching for my newly violated pussy. I gasped as he entered me in one smooth motion: it didn't hurt this time the previous rapist's sperm was lubricating the way for the second violation. He began to fuck me slowly and steadily, kissing my face, eyes, forehead, lips and neck.”
“Do you like sex?” The Policewoman suddenly said, out of the blue!
“What, what?” Tracey looked at her. “Yes, I like sex but don’t like being forced like these men were doing!”
“Please go on!” Said the Policeman reassuringly as he patted Tracey’s hand with his, leaving his on hers a little longer than she thought he should have done. He also now had a throbbing erection in his uniform trousers.
“After the previous rape it was almost comforting; that this person whoever he was, was caring for me. I was exhausted from my struggles and being held like I was almost folded in half, I couldn't move. I could only lay there, slowly getting fucked for the second time since leaving the party. A warmth started to spread through my body as he slowly thrust into me and I felt my nipples begin to throb beneath the chaffing of my top and bra. It was rubbing back and forth against my breasts by the gently rocking motion of the man above me. My loins began to tingle, like a humming or a buzzing feeling deep down around my pussy as I stared confusedly at the sky past my second rapist's outline. I didn’t really understand what was happening to me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this.”
“But you were?” The Policeman’s eyes were shining now.
Tracey ignored him. “I closed my eyes. I was trying to forget what was happening to me, trying to forget that I was lying in the dirt being raped by two men. But the sensations engulfing my body……………….!” Tracey’s mind started to drift off but her voice kept talking. “………….the delicious sensations coursing through my body along with my nerve endings being on fire began to overwhelm me. Each thrust of his cock brought a muffled gasp from me as sparks of pleasure flashed through my body. His kisses on my face and neck became burning pleasures as the buzzing deep down in my cunt increased with each
stroke of his cock.”
The Policeman reached out to his colleague under the table and pulled her hand over to his throbbing manhood which she immediately close her fingers over tightly without taking her gaze off Tracey.
“I felt him increase his pace on top of me, and I started to cum! Wave after wave of agonizing pleasure rocked my body! My cunt gripped and twisted around his cock. I felt him unload and passed out!”
The Policeman smiled at her. “But we didn’t find you at the garage.”
“No, I woke up and was alone in a field. I walked up to the road and hailed a car. The nice man in the car agreed to take me to see you……………………..if I um………………………….!”
“Go on!” The Policeman said excitedly as the Policewoman’s hand worked her magic on his hard cock through the material of his trousers.
“He asked me to suck him off!”
“And did you?”
“Yes!” Replied Tracey.
“Who was he?” The Policewoman asked.
Tracey looked at the Policeman just at the moment he felt his cock explode within his trousers and the Policewoman felt the warmth and dampness before moving her hand.
“It was him!” Tracey replied pointing her finger accusingly at the Policeman. He was my rapist, the first one and then the man that gave me a lift back here!”
The Policewoman smiled knowingly. “This is rubbish!” She grinned and looked at her colleague. “I think we need to get the Doctor out to this one!”
Both Police officers left the interview room and both the ‘Police officers’ smiled as they walked into their living room. “This is going to be so much fun Paul!” Shirley said to her husband as she loosened her blouse to expose her ripe big breasts. “These uniforms are so handy to keep around! What time will Ryan be here? She seemed to like him…………………….!
Tracey sat alone in the room and wondered why the interview hadn’t been taped as she had seen on TV.
“Hello?” She called.
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