Rape victim

me and my boyfriend were having sex the other night, and he asked me for anal. I've done it once before with him and didnt really enjoy it but it didnt hurt so i thought it would be fine again, not realising last time i dont it i was very drunk which must have helped alot.

this time it was so so painful even with lube (he is very big i have trouble takin him normally sometimes).

I kept tellin him it was hurtin and he was sayin he wud take it gentle, it was hurtin that badly i started cryin and shaking, and he kept asking me if it was hurtin and i kept sayin yes. this went on for about 10 minutes and he eventually stopped and i ran to the bathroom cryin and wouldnt let him touch me for the rest of the night.

i eventually told him the next day why i was so quiet and unresponsive, that he had hurt me in more ways than one. one doin it, then 2 it hurt me to think he didnt care and still done it when i was upset and in pain.

this from the man that has said from day one that i am the one,he will marry me, and we will have kids, we are meant to be together.

then he goes and treats me like a toy...........

i dont no what to do, i could never carry on wit something if i new it was hurting someone.

im not sure i believe he loves me after this, i am so close to finnishin it, i would have already if it wasnt for him begginin for forgivness and cryin.

Nice copy pasta.

>>1
you are a dirty whore.  And it sounds that you already are married, just unlicenced.
>>2
oh it's real - I made the bitch post it OR ELSE

When Date Rape Drugs Are Used
 
When I graduated from The University of Georgia, I got a great job in downtown Atlanta. I was happy-really happy. I knew a lot of people in the area and was beginning to enjoy my newfound freedom, complete with a steady paycheck.

I have always been the type of person who does the right thing. For instance, I went to UGA, kept the HOPE Scholarship all four years, worked part-time and even volunteered at Safe Campuses Now. I was never in trouble and always careful and aware, remembering everything that I learned at SCN. I knew the stats: one out of eight women will be raped while in college. I read the articles about date rape. I know what coudl happen.

But I knew that this stuff would never happen to me. I was too careful and I was too smart. But, I soon found out that these things can happen and they happened to me.

I met a girl in my office, Sarah, who was close to my age and new to the city. We started hanging out and I introduced her to several of my friends. One day, she asked me to go to Lenox Square Mall and grab some dinner after work. I agreed.

After a few hours of shopping, we sat down at a fairly nice restaurant in the mall. I ordered a glass of wine and Sarah had a green-apple martini. Throughout the meal, I noticed that she wasn't drinking very much of her martini. I shrugged it off and figured she wasn't much in the mood. I, however, ordered another glass of wine, which would make two glasses in three hours. Normally, this would have little effect on me, but this night it did. I don't remember leaving the restaurant.

The next thing I knew, I was face down on a hotel bed, nude and alone. The room was in total disarray. I had no idea where I was. The last thing I remembered was being at the restaurant. I slowly got off the bed and started to look for my clothes. It was like a dream. I felt like I was under water. I found most of my clothes in a pile by the door. I looked for my purse to find my cell phone, but whom would I call? My parents would be furious and I couldn't tell my new boss what happened. I didn't even know what happened. But, I had to call someone. Then, it all started to sink in and my head became clear. It did happen to me.

I found my purse in the bathroom, reached for my cell phone and called my mom.

She had called my office that morning looking for me. In fact, everyone at the office was looking for me. My mom asked me where I was, and all I could say was, "Mom, I don't know."

I screamed into the phone and started to cry. It was all becoming clear. I had become a statistic over night and my life would never be the same.

My mom did her best to calm me down and coached me through this horrible situation. After I discovered that the telephone in the room had been disconnected, I ran down the hall knocking on every door I passed. One woman heard me and opened her door. She gave me the hotel address and I repeated to my mom. She immediately hung up with me and called the police. At this point, I sat down in hallway and cried. I wanted desperately for all of this to be a dream, but it wasn't.

Soon, the police arrived and I was taken into another room for a physical evaluation. I had bumps and bruises on my neck and my back. I was then taken to the Woman's Clinic at Grady Hospital for a complete rape physical. My parents were extremely supportive through all of this. They kept telling me that it wasn't my fault and that I did nothing wrong. They were right. I didn't do anything wrong. I was a mere victim of a horrible crime.

Later, it was determined that I had been drugged and Sarah knew where I was the whole time. In fact, she took me to the hotel and left me with two men that we had apparently met at another restaurant; I didn't remember. Sarah assumed that I would be safe and that I just needed to sleep it off. Sarah was wrong.

I share my story because I want people to know that this kind of thing does happen and it is happening to people like you and me. Although I wanted to tell my story to help others, I am finding that sharing my story helps me more than I ever thought it would.

If rape happens to you or someone you know, please remember that there is help available. But you have to ask for it. It would have been so easy for me to quietly get dressed, find my car and go home as if nothing had ever happened. The scary thing is that I thought of doing just that. Telling my mon, calling the police, facing what happened to me was the most difficult thing I have ever done. I am seeing a therapist to deal with the anxiety and fear that come along with being victimized. Everyday I get stronger. And I have people I trust who are there to help me when I need a shoulder to lean on.

Today, I am learning how to live life as a rape survivor knowing I did nothing wrong. I might have been a victim, but I am also a survivor.

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>>4
stop bitching about it, RedCream took his dad's footlong up his ass hundreds of time and you don't see him complaining about it

>>6-kotai, it is truly difficult to complain about an event that never happened.

>>6
Maybe he'll start complaining about it once he's past the denial stage.

>>8-sama, you are formed of dust and pain.

>>9
How do my dubz make you feel?

<---- check 'em

>>10
As if I even knew what that means.

A friend of ours once told us about her rape. The details hardly matter, but in outline her story is numbingly familiar. After a movie she returned with her date to his car, which had been left in an isolated parking lot. She was expecting him to drive her home. Instead, the man locked the car doors and physically forced her to have sex with him.

    Our friend was emotionally scarred by her experience: she became anxious about dating, and even about going out in public. She had trouble sleeping, eating and concentrating on her work. Indeed, like some war veterans, rape victims often suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, in which symptoms such as anxiety, memory loss, obsessive thoughts and emotional numbness linger after a deeply disturbing experience. Yet gruesome ordeals like that of our friend are all too common: in a 1992 survey of American women aged eighteen and older, 13 percent of the respondents reported having been the victim of at least one rape, where rape was defined as unwelcome oral, anal or vaginal penetration achieved through the use or threat of force. Surely, eradicating sexual violence is an issue that modern society should make a top priority. But first a perplexing question must be confronted and answered: Why do men rape?

The quest for the answer to that question has occupied the two of us collectively for more than forty years. As a purely scientific puzzle, the problem is hard enough. But it is further roiled by strong ideological currents. Many social theorists view rape not only as an ugly crime but as a symptom of an unhealthy society, in which men fear and disrespect women. In 1975 the feminist writer Susan Brownmiller asserted that rape is motivated not by lust but by the urge to control and dominate. In the twenty-five years since, Brownmiller. s view has become mainstream. All men feel sexual desire, the theory goes, but not all men rape. Rape is viewed as an unnatural behavior that has nothing to do with sex, and one that has no corollary in the animal world.

    Undoubtedly, individual rapists may have a variety of motivations. A man may rape because, for instance, he wants to impress his friends by losing his virginity, or because he wants to avenge himself against a woman who has spurned him. But social scientists have not convincingly demonstrated that rapists are not at least partly motivated by sexual desire as well. Indeed, how could a rape take place at all without sexual motivation on the part of the rapist? Isn. t sexual arousal of the rapist the one common factor in all rapes, including date rapes, rapes of children, rapes of women under anesthetic and even gang rapes committed by soldiers during war?

We want to challenge the dearly held idea that rape is not about sex. We realize that our approach and our frankness will rankle some social scientists, including some serious and well-intentioned rape investigators. But many facts point to the conclusion that rape is, in its very essence, a sexual act. Furthermore, we argue, rape has evolved over millennia of human history, along with courtship, sexual attraction and other behaviors related to the production of offspring.

Consider the following facts:

" Most rape victims are women of childbearing age.

" In many cultures rape is treated as a crime against the victim. s husband.

" Rape victims suffer less emotional distress when they are subjected to more violence.

" Rape takes place not only among human beings but also in a variety of other animal species.

" Married women and women of childbearing age experience more psychological distress after a rape than do girls, single women or women who are past menopause.

    As bizarre as some of those facts may seem, they all make sense when rape is viewed as a natural, biological phenomenon that is a product of the human evolutionary heritage.

    Here we must hasten to emphasize that by categorizing a behavior as "natural" and "biological" we do not in any way mean to imply that the behavior is justified or even inevitable. Biological means "of or pertaining to life," so the word applies to every human feature and behavior. But to infer from that. as many of our critics assert that we do. that what is biological is somehow right or good, would be to fall into the so-called naturalistic fallacy. That mistake is obvious enough when one considers such natural disasters as epidemics, floods and tornadoes. In those cases it is clear that what is natural is not always desirable. And of course much can be, and is, done to protect people against natural threats. from administering antibiotics to drawing up emergency evacuation plans. In other words, the fact that rape is an ancient part of human nature in no way excuses the rapist

Rape= FUCKING SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T WANT TO BE FUCKED

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I once heard of a man getting 80 years in prison for having sex with some prize winning pigs.

This is, I swear, a 100% true account of my first
experiences with the world of bestiality. I have
changed the names (naturally lol), but the entire
content is factual.

I am the only son in a 3 girl family, born 1966 in a
small rural town in Australia. I did the usual stuff
growing up - school, sports blah, blah, until I hit the
ripe old age of 16 when I left home. My older sister,
Joan, scored a hair dressing apprenticeship when I was
12, thereby passing on to me her part-time job with a
local gas station come corner store.

The owner of this enterprise was a lovely woman named
Carol, a mid 30's divorcee who was a happy-go-lucky,
loud, plump red head. I found out years later she had
divorced her husband after many infidelities on his
part - divorce being something quite rare in the mid
70's in a town that was mostly still stuck in the 50's.

I started working with Carol, doing the usual things -
fuelling cars, checking oil (not that I knew what the
hell I was looking at, I just pulled the dipstick out,
gazed at it, poked it back, and hoped for the best),
serving in the shop, and generally keeping out of the
way as best I could. 

The store was hardly ever busy, leaving me plenty of
time to do whatever I pleased, which, at 12, mostly
revolved around fantasizing about girls, and the
mysteries they hold to all young boys. I'd seen girls
naked, thanks to a strategically drilled hole in our
family's bathroom wall, but I'd never seen IT. Never up
close anyway, so the whole female genitalia was
somewhat of a mystery.

One quiet Saturday afternoon, Carol had given me the
slightly gross job of bagging potatoes in what was once
the gas station's lube bay, complete with service
trench. I was busy, if not enthusiastically filling
small hession bags with the local produce, lost in my
daydreams when Boof, Carol's mixed breed dog, poked his
head around the corner to say Hi.

Boof and I went way back, we were great friends; he was
always up for a friendly bark when I arrived at work,
and I was always happy to lend a well-placed scratch.
He was a curious breed. Part Mastiff, part Collie and
part Alsatian - a true mongrel, but a lovely natured
pooch, roughly the size of a small boxer.

I abandoned the spuds to give Boof a scratch along his
back, which never failed to make his eyes roll and his
tail wag and his tongue fall comically from his mouth.
He arched his back as he always does, moving himself
forwards and back as the itchy spot shifted, all the
while happily mumbling to himself, as dogs do. I moved
my hands down his ribs, scratching away, when, as I
dropped to my haunches to get a better angle, I saw
about half his shiny red cock poking from its sheath!

As I was raised on a dairy farm, and not totally
unfamiliar with the general mechanics of breeding
(livestock at least), seeing his cock was nothing of a
surprise, but the feelings that welled in me were. I
had the most pressing desire to touch it!

Slowly, I reached my hand out, and very gently touched
the pointy head of his semi-erect cock. Boof stood
statue-still, his tongue still half out his mouth, as I
softly ran my hand under his fire-engine red cock. Boof
softly whined, and sort of side shifted to give me
better access, and pushed his rapidly hardening cock
into my hand.

I began to stroke him, my hand seeming to know
instinctively what was needed, as his cock swelled and
thickened, more and more pushing from the sheath until
I held his full length, about 5 inches I'd say. His
hips began to thrust, pushing his cock rapidly into my
hand, as he began to hump. I was amazed, and extremely
turned on! I stopped what I was doing, grabbed a crate
from behind me to sit on, then, as I reached for his
cock again, Boof reared up, mounting my knee, his
thrusts pushing me back into the wall.

I leaned into him, held his cock tight as his knot
began to swell at its base. My own tiny erection was
throbbing in time to his frantic thrusts, as his knot
fully extended into my hand.

I encircled his knot with one hand, as the other kept
milking him until I felt his rhythm begin to falter as
jet after jet of hot doggie cum washed onto my leg, my
hand, and the floor. Boof kept at it for a few more
moments, and then slowly began to withdraw from my
grip. I let him back onto his 4 legs, my hands dripping
with cum, my legs shaking, my heart pounding.

I stood, quickly dropped my pants around my ankles,
freeing my rock hard little cock, all 4 inches of it,
the head a lovely purple color, not a single hair to be
found. I rubbed frantically on my stiff little dick, my
hand flying back and forth, trying to free the cum
boiling inside. I'd only started to cum properly in the
past few weeks, courtesy of an older friend, but that's
a different story.

Boof, seeing all the rapid hand waving, had decided to
investigate, and, without any preamble, ran his
incredibly hot tongue over my straining cock-head. My
legs nearly gave way, my hands falling to my sides, as
I gave him full rein. His soft warm tongue again
flicked out, this time from my tiny hairless balls,
right to the head of my cock. I shuddered with the
sensations, my hips pushing forward for more. His
tongue again engulfed me, this time from further back
under my sack to the tip of my cock, a sensation I
cannot even begin to describe.

I kicked my shorts clear of my ankles, and squatted to
allow his tongue free access to my scrotum. His tongue
shot out, and caught me right across my tightly
puckered asshole, which caused my already rock hard
cock to gain another inch I swear. Again he licked my
tiny hole, dragging his tongue along my crease. Finally
working out what both he and I wanted, I spun around,
knelt on that cold concrete floor, with my tiny pale
ass raised and spread for his tongue.

He launched his tongue with renewed vigor, I swear I
could feel it inside me as I frantically pulled on my
cock, his hot breath and tickly whiskers combining with
his insistent tongue to push me over the edge, as I
came the hardest I think I have ever come.

I stayed there, his tongue bathing my hole, my cock
shrinking back to its former worm-like self. I was
still shaking a few minutes later when he wandered back
out the door, leaving me satisfied, but strangely
wanting more. I dressed, my cum and his pooled on the
floor, my tiny ass tingling from his tongue. After a
few moments, I resumed my work, the potatoes didn't
seem as smelly, or the task so onerous.

This became our (me and boof) weekly event - I would
find some task that required doing in the lube bay, he
would always find me waiting. I would begin scratching
him, but we both knew what we really wanted. His cock
would already be half hard when he came in, and I'd
have his cum spraying into my cupped hand within
minutes. I would then present my ass to his tongue as I
furiously wanked myself to orgasm.

Many years later, long after I had moved away, married,
had children, and was once again in my home town
visiting my now elderly father, I ran into Carol, now a
mid 50's lady, still plump, until loud and happy. We
spoke of old times, how the world had moved on since
those early times, when Carol said something that sent
my blood ice-cold. She mentioned that Boof died 2 years
after I'd left, and how he always seemed to miss me,
and spent most of his time in that old lube bay. I must
have been the color of beetroot, and stammered that
yes, Boof and I were great mates, and spent many good
times in there. She gave me a knowing smile, and
mentioned had I ever noticed the window high on the
wall above the work bench?

My heart had, by this time nearly stopped I'm sure,
when she went on to say how much she missed her weekend
shows. I stuttered and stammered, she merely smiled,
kissed me on the cheek, and left me.

END

This was my first experience with bestiality, and I
swear 100% truly recounted. If anyone has any comments
or observations, I'd love to hear them, and I shall
write more about this if the encouragement is there.
Feel free to email me with your thoughts, comments, or
similar stories. I'd truly love to hear them all. I'm
on just1chooky@hotmail.com

>>17
I have the weirdest boner right now.

>>14
people who post on /prog/ are all virgins yet despite their eloquent and aggressive speech, they couldn't hurt a fly in real life, much less rape a woman.

Just keep on raping, you trolls, and you'll eventually kill one another.  That's PERFECT for ogre conquest!!

IGNORE THIS OK

>>21
elinks is awesome

gay beastiality is just sick

>>19
Yeah, that's what they always say about serial killers.

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>>24
I am known to be quite the cereal killer, myself. A box of cereal in my house does not have long to live, that is for sure.

>>27
you are really known to be the complete faggot you REALLY ARE!!!

Please … PLEASE … no more! I can’t … can’t TAKE … anymore! You’re HURTING me!” Heather whimpered as the level of pain increased. He was groaning in her ear, thrusting into her faster and harder. She felt as if he were tearing her open. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Over and over. She felt him throbbing inside of her.

“Oh, shit!” he groaned. “Oh, SHIT! Ohhhhuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She felt him cumming, shooting streams of thick, hot fluids deep inside her. Her stomach constricted and she felt the bile rising in her throat. She had to fight down the urge to vomit as she felt the warmth spreading through her. Still he pounded into her, over and over until he had drained the last drop of his cum into her. Then, with a groan and a shiver, he collapsed on top of her. Heather felt him gradually softening inside of her.

She was trembling uncontrollably. The pain, the terror, the humiliation were all playing on her mind. She felt dirty, as if covered with some kind of slime. He had to leave now. He just had to.

“Please,” she whispered between her tears “please … go now. Just … go now. I won’t … won’t tell … anyone. I … I p-promise. Just don’t … don’t … h-hurt me … anymore.”

He lifted up so he could look down into her eyes. Her face was illuminated by moonlight, but his was in shadow. She still couldn’t see him clearly.

“Go? Why would I want to do that, Heather? I’ve traveled so far to find you.”

“Oh, dear God, NOOOO!” she screamed. He knew her name! It was him! Oh God it was him!

“What’s the matter, Heather? I told you I’d be coming for you, didn’t I? I’m going to give you just what you want. I’m going to make all of your fantasies come true.”

Pulling out of her, he sat up and quickly put his cock away and zipped up his trousers. Heather slunk to the far corner of the back seat, tears tracing paths down her cheeks as she tried to get as far away from him as she could.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Heather cringed against the door and shook her head from side to side. “P-please, please, don’t. Leave me … leave me alone. I … I have a … a daughter. You … you can’t … can’t …”

His arm shot out and grabbed Heather by her long hair. She screamed as he dragged her across the backseat by her hair as he climbed out of the car. As he pulled her out of the car, Heather went for his eyes. If she could blind him …

“BITCH!” he screamed as he slammed a fist into her face, knocking her back against the side of the car. Before she could recover, he drove his fist into her stomach, knocking the wind from her and dropping her to her knees.

Grabbing her under the arms, he hauled her to her feet and started dragging her across the parking lot. Heather was naked except for her thigh-hi stockings and shoes. Surely someone would see them. Someone would see them and know what was happening. She would be rescued, saved from this depraved animal. But no one saw them. No one came to her rescue. No knight in shining armor on a white charger. They arrived uninterrupted at the van that Heather hadn’t noticed before.

Heather still hadn’t recovered from the blow to her stomach, and could put up no real resistance as she was tied down, spread-eagled on the floor of the van, her body forming an “X”. He stuffed a rag into her mouth and tied a bandana around her head to hold it in place.

“There. That will hold you for awhile.” Heather trembled as he slowly ran a hand down her cheek, over her breast and onto her stomach, his eyes following the motion. “We’re going to have so much fun, Heather. I’m going to give you everything you’ve always wanted. Everything.”

Heather squeezed her eyes tightly shut and whimpered.

>>29
not cool man my brother died that way
some slut he raped gave him aids
RIP TIMMOTHY

You know I love you baby. I'm sorry that I'm so massively big. Please let me have anal again. If you say no again I promise I'll stop. It's just I couldnt control blargrath's horny rage. But I have to ask angel, why post here?

aul Wilson used his position as a carer at Little Stars nursery in Nechells, Birmingham, to abuse the girl, who was just two or three years old, and filmed the attacks on his mobile phone.

The 20-year-old paedophile also built up a personal library of hundreds of photographs and videos of teenage girls in sexual poses whom he met through chat rooms and social networking sites.

His “deliberate and calculated” abuse finally came to light in January when one of his victims complained to police that he was trying to blackmail her into performing more sexual acts for him.

When officers raided his ground floor flat in Birmingham they found footage of the toddler’s rape and a catalogue of online abuse of girls in their early teens on a computer in his bedroom.

Yesterday, at Birmingham Crown Court, he pleaded guilty to 47 separate sexual charges. They included two counts of oral rape of a young girl and dozens of inciting children to engage in sexual activity or making and distributing child pornography.

e stood head bowed, clutching a tissue, for almost half an hour as the full list of allegations was read out, looking up only to enter his guilty pleas.

He continues to deny a further three counts of sexual activity with a child.

The case bears striking similarities to that of Vanessa George, a former nursery worker from Plymouth who was jailed in 2009 for abusing toddlers and taking photographs at Little Ted’s nursery in the city.

It has also raised fresh questions about the vetting of care workers.

An Ofsted inspection at the nursery where Wilson worked just five weeks before his arrest concluded that it offered a “safe and secure” environment for young children with “appropriate recruiting and vetting procedures” for all staff.

A second inspection as a result of his arrest found that there had in fact been a string of failings in the areas of “safeguarding and welfare”.

Yesterday Stacey Spooner, manager of the nursery, which reopened in March, said there had since been an overhaul.

“That one man could cause such harm was devastating for us but we have rebuilt that trust with parents,” she said.

The abuse of the toddler only came to light when police experts scoured the contents of Wilson’s computer in January and found the footage, eventually identifying the girl and tracing her family.

It also revealed that Wilson had created 23 separate false identities for himself, each complete with profile pages on social networking sites, which he used to target his victims.

Listing himself as a fan of films such as High School Musical, Shrek and Toy Story, he posed as both girls and boys and even as a talent scout for a modelling agency, on sites such as Netlog and Tagged before chatting to them on MSN Messenger Live.

He befriended 22 girls across the country all aged between 12 and 16, carefully winning their trust by introducing them to some of his online “friends” – who were in fact just him, using his other aliases.

Using what police called his “fictional community”, he enticed them into performing lewd acts over web cameras which he secretly recorded.

Wilson then trapped them into continuing to perform for him by threatening to circulate the footage he already had to his victims’ friends and families.

He also circulated almost 900 images of his victims on the internet, according to his own admissions.

Detective Chief Inspector Gary Booth of West Midlands Police said officers involved in the case had been traumatised by what they found.

“He is somebody who knew what he was doing, he was deliberate and calculated in what he did and he did it for his own gratification,” he said.

“Over a period of time, Wilson formed online relationships with his victims with the sole aim of using them to satisfy his perversions.

“He would then use fear and guilt to elicit further acts and ensure his victims' silence.”

Speaking anonymously, one of his victims said she felt “pure hatred” for Wilson and had been horrified to learn the true identity of her former online friend.

“I felt violated, it just betrayed all my trust,” she said.

“I felt quite stupid and ashamed that I had succumbed to what he had asked me to do.”

Adjourning the case for sentencing in July, Judge William Davis told Wilson he was likely to face an indeterminate sentence.

"The public have to be protected from you," he said.

Last night Claude Knights, Director of children's charity Kidscape, said: “This case serves to reiterate two important messages.

"Firstly, parents must participate in their children's online lives. Secondly, following similarly harrowing cases in other nursery schools, managers must monitor and vet their staff rigorously.

"When it comes to safeguarding children we cannot allow ourselves to be lulled into a sense of false security.”

A spokeswoman for Ofsted said: “Inspection can only ever provide a snapshot of a nursery on the day of inspection.

"It is the nursery’s responsibility to ensure it takes the necessary action to keep children safe and well looked after.

“And it is vital that parents, staff and others in contact with a nursery raise any concerns they might have with the nursery managers, Ofsted and local child protection agencies, including the police.

“Ofsted cannot be in every setting, every day, but when serious concerns come to light we will take action to help ensure children are kept safe.”

I am taking a little trip and head down I-10 from Houston. I hit the leg leading into Beaumont and my dog is in need of a walk. There is still plenty of daylight so I figure the next rest stop I come to will be a good place to stretch.

I pull in and see an 18 wheeler up ahead but no one else around. I stay back a bit from the truck and choose to let the dog roam a bit on the leash while I sit on top of the picnic table. A truck pulls in and I only notice that it looks like two guys in it. I turn back to my dog and ignore them. Suddenly my dog is running toward the front of the table. I hop off the table to gather her up and continue on my trip when a guy that must have gotten out of the truck comes up behind me. Making me a bit nervous I look around to see his friend relieving himself and turn back to the other gentleman. He is holding my friendly dog and talking to her.

“You don’t mind do you?”

“No, it is okay but we need to get going. “Where are you headed, he ask?

I ignore the question and try to take my dog back from him but he turns away as I grab the dog.

“How bad do you want to see this dog again?”

I look at him and tell him, this is not funny, give me back my dog.”

“Not till you do all we ask of you, understood?”

My dog is licking this guy which is rare not to have a reaction when they sense your fear.

I meekly ask what I must do.”

He grins and says, you will remove all undergarments.”

I am wearing a skirt and reach up and remove the panties. The top has to come off to take off the bra. It is getting a bit dark now and I am afraid because I have seen his face.

“Oh hell, take off the skirt too! Nice he says as he walks around me.”

He walks off with my clothes and lays them in a pile at the base of a tree. Next he ties my dog up there and gets it to lay on my clothes. I want to bolt but not leave my dog with these men. The friend has joined him and tells me to bend over the concrete table putting my face down on it.

I have to stand on my toes to do this. He walks up and spreads my legs then runs his hand between my legs. Nice, I like shaved pussy. The other comes around front and grabs my hands to hold me down and shoves what appears to be my panties into my mouth.

The other spreads my cheeks and they both say at the same time, we are the sodomizing bandits, we sodomize an ass till it begs for more. Did you understand what we will be doing here tonight.

I try to move my head up and down and they tell me, good.”

Thank goodness I hear him snap on a rubber then spread my cheeks again and shove in roughly without lubrication. I wince a bit but the movement is moving my clit against the concrete table. Though I am afraid, I begin to feel the warmth spreading through me. I actually am enjoying the rough anal sex. He pulls out and then other moves to the rear and goes at my already wet hole. They alternate for a while and reach down and tell me I am awfully wet to be resisting.

“If we did not know better we would say you have cum a few times tonight. I hear a car pulling in and want to hide myself. They wave at some friends and invite them over for some fun too. They tell them the rule is only anal sex is allowed because they are the sodomy bandits. They all give high fives and someone goes down between my legs and rubs the clit till I cum then they shove another cock into me, then another. I am exhausted and yet have had the most extraordinary orgasm of all.

“You like this don’t you someone ask?”

I want to shake my head no but they shove their fingers into my cunt and feel the warmth and know I am lying.

“How much more can you take?”

“As much as you want to give me, I say when they pull the panties out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that. It is dark and I can’t make out faces now. I think there are at least 5 of them.

They turn me over and fuck me and one is unloading cum on my face and mouth. Next, they call me a roadside whore and slap me a bit. One turns me back over and begins using his leather belt on me. I am crying and begging them to stop. What will you do if we stop?

“Nothing unless you want me to do something more”

“Good girl they say and each pats me on the head.”

One says he wants oral before they leave. I just open my mouth and wait for the cock but it doesn’t come. It is gone as well as the rest heading to their cars. I slowly get up, sore and skinned on my back as well as my tits from the movement back and forth on the rough concrete table. I move over to my clothes and gather them up and dress. I untie my dog and head to the car hurting.

I get in it and decided to let it go, and burst into tears. The humiliation of the whole episode and the fact that I enjoyed it. I may have ask for this tonight and I did cum so didn’t I enjoy being treated like that. I hug my dog and ease past the 18 wheeler who still sits there, I guess sleeping.

>>33
Yeah, but look at the bright side; those are some pretty sweet dubz you got with that story of yours.

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>>1
"Help me 4chan, I'm being raped!"
"4chan Team assemble! Quick, to the Rape Van!"
"Hey, wait, what are you doing?! My anus can't possibly take that many cocks at once!"
"Super 4chan Magic Cockery!"
"Oooooh! I guess I was wrong! So much cum!"
Several hours later:
"Wow, that sure taught me a thing or two about being a humble bitch. Thanks, 4chan!"

Woman don't sleep with nice guys. They sleep with nasty bullying Alpha males. So they can't complain when they get raped!

>>38
Back to /adv/.

>>39
/adv/ is full of bitchy feminst women who scream rape when their boyfriends forget their birthday. That post is more reminicent of /r9k/ than anything.