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This rape story is about what happens when you piss off your boyfriend.

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"If you don’t like living with me you can just fuck off." Mike walked up to me and shoved me towards the door. I stumbled and nearly fell but managed to stay upright. He pushed me again and I lost my footing, crashing to the floor. He stood over me, eyes wide with fury...

It was driving Julie Morgan crazy! She couldn't seem to have an orgasm without first imagining herself being viciously raped by an unknown attacker. She had read all the books on female arousal, and even though they all repeated the mantra that just because you fantasize about something, doesn't mean that you really want to go through with the said fantasy! This was all well and good in theory, but for Julie it was becoming almost an obsession! When she first started having sex at eighteen, her orgasms were directed to her boyfriend, but as the years passed by, more and more she had to have this picture in her mind of he being forced to perform the most intimate acts on a total stranger.

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In most of her fantasies her assailant was black or Hispanic with a huge erection. She couldn't figure out it's significance, but she was worried enough to contemplate seeing a "shrink" about her problem!
Julie hated the thought of talking about her "problem" with a stranger, but she felt she had no choice...

(Prologue: Almost all of his fantazies involved rape. He liked the dominance he had, and would always fantasize raping the girl he liked. He imagined how he would do it, and planned it out carefully. But he had never been able to put the plan into affect. He was too scared. He was too scared of the consequences that follow. But that all changed... when he got into highschool. )

"I don't think you should do that." I said, as I smiled.

She froze. She looked as if trying to remember what happened.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she said with a demanding voice.

"I am your master. Do what I say, and I might let you live." And with that, I produced a knife, and put the cold blade on her neck. She flinched, and instantly froze. I could see sweat coming down from her forehead, and she started to whimper.

"Please, don't kill me. I will do whatever you want! If it's money, my parents can give you the amount!" She cried out as she started to sob.

"I want something more than that. I want to rape you."

She sat on the floor of the van terrified. “Where are you taking me?” she stammered.

“Anywhere we fucking feel like sweetheart!” replied Kenny. “Just don’t go worrying that pretty little head of yours about it is all. Mick and I’ll treat ya good – have NO fear of that girlie.” He gestured towards her top. “Seein’ as how we might be a while gettin’ to where we’re going, what say you undo that cute little top and get your tits out for me love?”

Kirsty gasped, and hugged herself.

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“Whoa, we got a shy one here Mick,” he looked back towards his brother behind the wheel. “We got ourselves some re-educating to do bro!” He turned back to her. “How old are you babe?”

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Life at home was little better. The youngest of three children, his two sisters being several year’s older, Luke himself was an unplanned and in his view unwanted addition. His father, a retired welding contractor, had no interest in anything much beyond keeping an eye on the beer stocks in the fridge. Parenthood had simply been a rude interruption to his life-style. He knew he’d had a son but would have needed prompting to describe him.

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Luke’s mother, one might kindly refer to as a faded beauty, but then one would really be lying. A mousey blonde, her best days were long behind her at sixteen, not that this would have been a problem for Luke’s father, whose eyes rarely strayed between the neck and knees of any girl… then or now.

As far back as he could remember, he had heard them.

As if the attorneys, counsellors, psyches, not to mention Father Calvin himself from Drew's hometown of Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin - were ever likely to understand?

"Isn't he one smart six year old Frank?" his mom had declared one morning after he had completed a five hundred pieces puzzle in just under forty minutes. The voices of course had told him which pieces to pick up. He could never figure out why no one else ever seemed to hear them.

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The first time the teachers had caught him with his hands inside eight year old Katie Anderson's little bear-print panties, they put it down to innocent childhood experimentation. Certainly Katie hadn't seemed too concerned about it. Julie Marshall however was a significantly different proposition. It was the distressed cries emanating from the deserted gymnasium that had caught the ear of the head janitor one Tuesday afternoon, some thirty minutes after school was out.

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I have set out here with but one intent. To compile as controversial a series of sexually explicit tales as have yet seen the light of day. If one can find but a remnant of pleasant reading or compassionate prose within these words, I have failed in the task I have set for myself. Exploitation of the young, gratuitous violence, unrelenting sexual trauma and scenes of carnal debauchery to sicken the most committed of social-workers. This is what awaits the reader. You have been warned!

James McMillan was without doubt the last person you would want living in your street.
With a rap sheet listing two convictions for rape, three of sexual assault of a child under sixteen, four convictions for committing an unnatural act upon a child under fourteen, all you could really say now, is that at just twenty eight years of age, not only had he wasted little time, but so far as female age-groups were concerned, he was definitely moving in a bad-ass direction.
The problem is, Jim didn’t look like either an ex-con or a pedophile. No rippling biceps with "Muvver" tattooed one side and "Cherries ‘R Us," the other. No greased hair curling round his ears, cigarette smoke exiting his nasal cavity through the usual twin exhausts, not even a hint of bad-language in polite company.
If anything, James looked like the Jehovah’s Witness that any onlooker would have assumed he was, clutching his bible and religious accessories to him as he ascended the six steps to the front door of number eighteen Saracen Avenue, McConnochie Heights.
Twelve-year old Denise Morrison, thinking her mother was back from the corner store, jumped up from the lounge where she had been watching TV and opened the front door.
"Oh, hello," she said breezily, surprised to see the youngish looking man standing there. She saw the Bible he was carrying and guessed he was just another Jesus freak of some kind. He looked kinda neat though she thought!

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He had never forgotten his father's advice. "Set your mind on what you want son, pursue your dream to the end. It's never gonna just walk up to you lad!"

Andrew Raglan had dreamed of violently raping a girl since he was a teenager. Not any girl mind. The girl of his dreams - beautiful beyond mere worded parameters, more desirable than Angelina Jolly herself and so wholly innocent, butter could never melt in her mouth - it would instead evaporate within that delicately soft ingress.

The dream remained alive because destiny had yet to place her in harm's way. There was no way of knowing he reasoned, if she had even been born at this juncture. All he knew is that she was uniquely his and that the machinations of fate would take care of the technicalities later. He would rape her, yes - but it would be an elite humiliation. Her suffering must be glorified and in her transfigured debasement he would ensure she attained the rank of martyr - to his cause at least!

He had graduated with honors at an early age, Dr. Raglan becoming the nation's youngest consulting surgeon and with the plaudits came an extraordinarily attractive young wife, high living standards and inevitably, one son and two daughters - seventeen, sixteen and fourteen years of age respectively. None of which it must be said, impacted but momentarily on his darker contemplations that had by now reached the stage of minor disquiet if not early anxiety.

"Will that be all sir?"...Just five words - enough though to have sealed the poor girl's fate!

Dr Raglan looked up into the face that had uttered them. But for the slightest of muscular tics in his upper cheek, his demeanor gave nothing away.

"Yes, thank you... Roslyn," he smiled, looking at the name badge pinned only centimetres above the unobtrusive convexity of her left breast.

Pre-programmed cogs were clicking into place somewhere within his cranial cavity. There was no doubt, it was her.

"Beautiful" didn't cover it, she was exquisite! Angelic in the most literal sense of the word, with utterly delicate features that God obviously oversaw the creation of personally. This was no assembly-line replicant. Wonderfully animated little face that played host to soft but so kissable lips, high cheeks with the lightest blush adorning them. Those clear blue eyes proclaimed their owner's youth and innocence while managing not to detract from her flawless complexion and shining brown hair that, curling softly to her shoulders, might in years to come have provided a silky and sweet-smelling haven for many future lovers to run their fingers through, whilst whispering words of endearment into those shapely and feminine little ear-lobes.

Even beneath the rather plain check-out uniform she had obviously a most attractive body. Curved to perfection in all the right places and packed within a compact, five-three, one-twenty pound frame. She could have been no more than fifteen or sixteen...

Great Rape story with classic scenario, when young woman walks nearly a warehouse and gets raped.

It was 8:30 on a summer’s evening, and I was late leaving work. My boss seemed to think I was at his beck and call for overtime, and I had missed dinner with my boyfriend. I had passed the warehouse a million times, and I never gave it a second thought. That night, it would change my life. I didn’t notice that the warehouse overhead door was halfway open this late at night. As I walked by it, somebody reached out and grabbed me. I twirled around and was faced with four workers, sweaty from a long day. They were Latino, and only one of them spoke English well. He said, “Come in and play with us. You’ll like it.”

Late last spring, I took my science class on my annual field trip. There's a lovely nature preserve not far out of town where we can see all the habitats that we discuss during the year. I started this tradition ten years ago when I started teaching and it's always been fun. But I'm not sure I'll ever take the trip again.
This year, sixteen students signed up for the trip, fourteen boys and two girls. Most were 16, but a couple were 17. I was disappointed that only two girls were going, but a number of girls didn't like trekking around the woods. I was surprised that one student, James, was going. He was a poor student and a discipline problem and I was probably going to fail him for the year. But I figured it was never too late for someone to change.
My husband used to worry about me wandering around in the outdoors with just a bunch of kids for company, but he'd finally accepted it. I'd always felt perfectly safe.
The bus dropped us off in the parking area and was to return to pick us up about five hours later. Everyone carried a lunch and anything else they might need in a back pack. We hiked off up the trail and I was amused, as always, by how quickly some of the boys got winded. I always chided them about playing too many video games instead of pursuing some physical activity. At 34, I'm in pretty good shape from having spent a lot of time in the outdoors.
We first saw the young men about two miles into the woods. While I didn't like the way they smirked while looking at us, I wasn't worried. But they appeared again about half a mile further on, this time directly in front of us.
The taller one grinned and asked, "Out hiking, huh?", which I thought was a dumb question. It was pretty obvious what we were doing.
"Yes," I nodded, "I'm a teacher and this is my science class."
"Cool!" he laughed, which for some reason made me uncomfortable. But my discomfort became outright fear when he removed his hand from his jacket pocket. He had a gun. He dangled it casually, pointing it at the ground.
"What’s that for?" I asked, trying to sound calmer than I felt.
"Target shooting and stuff," he said slowly and ominously.
"Well, " I said in my best teacher's voice, "I wish you'd put it away. It's dangerous."
"Yeah? Well, maybe there's things that I wish you would do!"
I tried to ignore him. Turning to my students, I said, "Class, turn around. We're going to take a different trail."
"Take your clothes off, teacher!" the guy said from behind me.
"What? I will not!"

The car wouldn’t start again. This was the third time this month and I didn’t have the money to get it fixed. Cal was no good with fixing mechanical things and the only person I could think of who was a mechanic was my younger sister’s boyfriend Robert. Sure, he was tall, handsome and had a rugged sort of charm but he hit the bottle to hard for my liking. It also seemed to me that he never gave Peggy a moments rest. She complained constantly about fending off his lewd behavior from the moment he met her. Robert had one thing on his mind and his hands were always trying to go places they shouldn’t. Well it couldn’t be helped, I needed the car to run my errands and Dave was out of diapers. I rang up the old house and asked Peggy to help me out. Robert was here in a flash. You can add delinquent to that list of unlikable qualities. He was obviously skipping school to do this.

He arrived and immediately went to the garage, toolbox in hand. By the time I made sure my boy was settled in and walked back to the garage I could see the hood was open and he was bent over the engine. As I stood behind him I noticed his t-shirt had pulled out of his jeans exposing the crack of his ass. “Well Robert, what do you think? Can it be fixed?” I asked. He rose from his work and turned to face me, “Yeah, I think I can fix it. It’ll take a couple of hours.” He replied as he stared up and down at me undressing me with his eyes. I felt naked in front of him folded my arms across my chest and my legs shifted back and forth under my dress. “Good I’ll be up at the house if you need me,” I answered as I turned and quickly strode back to the house to escape the gaze of those x-ray eyes of his. It wasn’t until I heard the slamming of the screen door behind me that I let out a sigh of relief. I busied myself cleaning the kitchen and chasing Dave. A couple of hours passed and I could see Bob’s legs sticking out from under the car. The occasional clanging of metal against metal followed by a string of curse words that shouldn’t be uttered much less shouted testified to his progress. I was just laying the boy down for his afternoon nap when pounding on the screen door startled me. “Yeah, Pat I think I got it. Could you come out here a minute, I need a hand with reattaching something,” Bob asked. “OK! Give me a minute. I gotta put the boy down for his nap,” I answered. I tucked Dave in and checked to make sure he was asleep before going out to see what Bob wanted. Bob was leaning against the car smoking a cigarette when I finally arrived. He flicked away his cigarette and turned to me saying, “I need you to get under the car and hold a part for me while I reattach it.” With that he pointed to the dolly and strode to the workbench to retrieve the part. I could do this, I thought, as I lay on the dolly careful to tuck my dress between my legs so it wouldn’t snag in the wheels. I lay back on the dolly and pulled myself under the engine to a position where I could see his face peering down at me from the open hood. He positioned the part on the front of the block and told me to hold it while he reattached it. “Use both hands, hold it tight. He disappeared for a moment and reappeared holding a wrench. He began to tighten some bolts. His efforts caused the entire car to shake above me. My arms were starting to get tired and began to tremble from the effort. “You about done?” I asked. Once again I saw his face peering down at me through the open hood. “Yeah, I gotta put in just one more thing,” he replied and disappeared to retrieve it.

Well my name is Ashley and I baby-sit, mostly 13 years old who's parents go out of town, also I’m 18, slim build, brown hair with blonde highlights. It all started when I was babysitting at this house I sit at quite regularly, I sit with two boys, Ben a 13 year old and Tim, his brother, Kyle usually hangs around the house, he's there older brother and he's 16, I’m not very strong myself and these boys usually work out at home and go the gym with Kyle. When I got there at 7 p.m., we watched TV for a couple of hours while Kyle stayed in his room, when I sat here he use to always check me out or rub his pants when I walked past.
At around 9 p.m. I was getting tired from watching TV and I’ve also been doing a lot of homework, so I checked on the boys and there were still watching TV, so I went upstairs asked Kyle if he's ok but got no answer so I went to have a sleep in the guest room, it only took me a minute or too to conk out as I was exhausted.
After I went for a sleep, Ben and Tim went up to Kyle's room, Kyle was discussing tonight is the night for his plan to take place with the help of Tim and Ben, after they finished talking, they all came into the guest room with a black bag and locked the door, Kyle put the key around his neck.
Raped Babysitter.
Ben and Tim came up to me on the bed and lifted my arm but I didn't move, I was really out of it, I was wearing some jeans and a button up shirt, Tim slowly started rubbing my arm, carefully to see if I would move but nothing, slowly he moved to my stomach, playing with my belly button and slowly moving up to my boobs. They were building up more confidence and Tim got to my boobs, he started rubbing them softly and then squeezing them, but he wanted more, while Tim was exploring my chest, Ben was unzipping my jeans, Tim started un-buttoning my shirt, slowly one button at a time, he finally got it open to reveal a black bra. Kyle was still standing over near the wall, just rubbing himself over his clothes, although he started stripping, after Tim got my bra off and was exposed my raw breasts he started rubbing and squeezing them again, he seen my nipples grow hard and moved his mouth down to them, licking them in circles and started sucking them as well as pinching and twisting them.
While all this was going on, Ben managed to get my jeans down to my knee's, I don't know how, Kyle came over with a knife and cut the strings on my G-String to get it off easily then he sat on the bed and just watched, Ben moved his head down to my private area and just started sniffing me, Kyle moved up to me face and slowly slid 2 fingers into my mouth while with the other hand holding the knife, he was sliding his fingers in and out at an increased pace just as Ben was starting to lick my private area, that's when I started coming back, only to see my horror, immediately Kyle put the knife to my throat and said "if you move bitch, you die!" as I feared about what he said I stayed still. A few minutes of Ben licking me started to make my hips move a little but then he stopped and without hesitation shoved 2 fingers in, he was going hard to, it made a tear run down my face but made my hips start rocking again.

I had been attracted to Ruben since the first time I met him. Something about the way his smirk played on his full lips, I suppose. I don’t really bother taking the time to figure out what exactly attracts me to certain men. I just enjoy the new cock to tease. Except, I’m not really a cock tease. I’m a flirt. And a slut. Big difference.

I hadn’t really been able to do much flirting with him the night we met. My boyfriend was there (boy, he sure cramps my style) and I wasn’t sure of the relationship my friend had with him. As a matter of fact, it was some time later before I confessed my attraction to my friend. My friend knows me well. And apparently she knows him well too. She grinned wickedly and said she’d put us in touch. But not before she’d let both of us know what a surprisingly good match we were sexually. I learned that he liked to give it rough. Really violent. What luck! I like to take it violent. Really cruel.

We began to email back and forth and chatted a bit on the phone. We were getting to the stage where we might set up a meeting when my friend called me and told me I’d hit a brick wall with him. Ruben had been waiting to hear about a promotion. It was almost a sure thing and then one day he heard that it might fall through. He’d spent much of the day thinking dirty thoughts of the things we could do together. We talked about rape porn, we both like to watch rape movies! We discussed the last rape video.

Date rapes typically occur when a woman is alone with a man. If you go to a man's room or apartment or even get into his car alone, you are vulnerable to rape. Date rapes can also occur when others are relatively close by; for example, they can take place in an upstairs bedroom while fifty people are attending a party on the first floor and no one hears screams of rape victim.

Although acquaintance rape if often a spontaneous act, many are planned, some days in advance, others in the preceding hour. Some men plan to have sex with a woman even if they have to force the issue. Such a man may have forced sex before and gotten away with it. He usually looks for victims who are unassertive; perhaps someone who is not very popular and would be flattered to go on a date with him. Needless to say, these men do not see themselves as repeat rapists; they are merely "out to have a good time."

Alcohol and drugs are sometimes a significant factor in date rape. Many victims say later that they drank too much alcohol or took too many drugs to realize what was going on; by the time they realized their predicament, it was too late. Sometimes a woman passes out and awakens to find a man having sex with her. On the other hand, some date rapes occur when alcohol is not involved or when the victim has had little or nothing to drink but the man has been drinking and becomes sexually aggressive.

Mixed signals are another element in date rape. The woman acts in a friendly manner; the man interprets this friendliness as an invitation to have sex. "No" is heard as "maybe" and even a strong protest can be ignored under the delusion that women say "no" when they mean "yes." Some men find it sexually exciting to have a woman struggle. If the woman protests only mildly, the man may think he is merely "persuading" her, not forcing her to have sex. He may think the same, however, even if she protests vigorously. Sometimes a woman is not clear in her own mind about what she wants or she may think she will make up her mind as she goes along. If she changes her mind at some point and decides not to have sex, the man can feel cheated, rejected, and angry. He may be interpreting her nonverbal messages, such as her enjoyment of kissing and caressing, as meaning that she wants to have sex with him. At this point he may decide he has been teased or misled and "deserves" to get some satisfaction, regardless of the woman's wishes. The result can be rape.

What are the causes of date rape?
There is no one cause of date rape. Although, there are usually three key elements involved: socialization, miscommunication, and/or changing sexual mores. One major element of date rape is a lack of consideration for a woman's rights and wishes.
In a general sense, traditional male and female roles in society are part of the problem. Men are taught at a very early age to be aggressors. They participate in aggressive team sports, are encouraged to be competitive, not to give up and to keep on trying. They are encouraged to have strong sexual feelings and to experiment with their sexual satisfaction as a part of their masculinity. This environment which encourages men to be competitive and get what they want often leads to a belief in the "right to have sex." Women on the other hand are socialized to be more passive, dependent, to be peacemakers, to avoid scenes, and to be "lady-like." They are discouraged from experimenting with their sexuality: "Good girls don't fool around." This double standard allows men to have sexual feelings and act on them; in contrast, a woman is allowed to be sexual primarily when she becomes "carried away" with emotion.

Communication between men and women is often problematic, especially in the realm of sex. In a first sexual encounter with someone, some women may say "no" when they mean "maybe" or even "yes," and men have been taught to try to turn that no/maybe into a yes. Thus, it is sometimes hard for men to know when "no" really does mean "no." Women, on the other hand, don't want to agree to sex too readily for fear they will be seen as "loose" or "easy." Misperceptions abound; a woman thinks she is merely being friendly, but her date thinks she's signaling willlingness to have sex. Furthermore, stereotypes about women as passive and submissive can foster a climate for sexual assaults.

The last few decades have seen a general change in sexual standards. With the advent of the birth control pill, many people are sexually active in high school and college. Thus, many college-age men may expect sex as a given after they have gone out with someone a few times. Sometimes the woman shares this expectation, but sometimes she does not.
A man may believe he is entitled to sex when he has spent money on a date. Anothers may believe that if a woman is sexually active, she will willingly have sex with anyone, including him. The AIDS epidemic has definitely had an impact on sexual relations; however, it has not changed the power imbalance between men and women.

Acquaintance rape is not a crime of passion, or merely a result of miscommunication. It is often an attempt to assert power and anger. Some men are sexually aggressive because they are basically insecure.
Forcing sex on another person makes them feel strong because it makes someone else feel weak. Rape is violence against a woman. It is an issue that strikes at the heart of the personal relationship between a man and a woman, how they treat each other, and how they respect each other's wishes. People who respect others do not coerce others to do things they do not want to do.
Note: Men can be victims of rape and have the same rights to counseling and legal action as women do. :)

Situations that might lead to date rape.
You can't always avoid date rape. Nevertheless, there are some things you can do to minimize your chances of being raped.
Examine your feelings about rape. Many women have been socialized to believe that sex means that they will be swept away with the emotion of the moment or that they can "make out" and then decide whether to say "yes" or "no" to sex later. The problem with this kind of thinking is that it gives too much control to the other person.
Decide early if you would like to have sex. The sooner you communicate firmly and clearly your sexual intentions, the easier it will be for your partner to hear and accept your decision.
You can be raped because you were too polite to get out of a dangerous situation.

For example, attending or staying late at parties where men greatly outnumber women. Situations where there are few women around can quickly can out of hand.
Trust your gut-level feelings. If you feel you are being pressured, you probably are.
Alcohol and drugs are often related to acquaintance rape. They compromise your ability to make responsible decisions. If you choose to drink alcohol, drink responsibly. Be able to get yourself home and do not rely on others to "take care" of you.
When you invite someone to your home or you are invited to his home. These are the most likely places where acquaintance rapes occur.

Men who rape.
A nice, normal man can turn into a date rapist. However, there are some men who are more likely to be sexually aggressive than others.
Men who do not listen to you, ignore what you say, talk over you or pretend not to hear you (women are meat to fuck, pussy is not an object to talk with).
Men who ignore your personal space boundaries (men want only to fuck your cunt, not important consensual or by forse, because of that they ignore).
Men who express anger or aggression towards women as individuals or in general. Hostile feelings can easily be translated into hostile acts. Such men often get hostile when a woman says "no."
Men who do what they want regardless of what you want. (We don't care what sluts want).
Men who act excessively jealous or possessive, who thinks about women only like "women are meant to serve men".