Lara’s Rape

My name is Lara. I’m an attractive young blonde woman, with shoulder length hair. I’m slim, with
the appropriate curves in all the right places. I’m 24 and married now to a great guy. Before him,
I’ve had many guys chase after me. I’m considered to have a nice personality and being an
attractive sexy girl never hurts.

I met my guy in college, we got married last year, and have both entered the work force me, as
an assistant in a large office complex.

Work has generally gone well for me since I started. Just so you know, I’ve never dressed slutty
for work or done anything inappropriate.

The only other thing I should point out, because its relevant to what happened to me, is that the
couple of times I was in our warehouse, two of the guys there made comments that were
inappropriate. On both occasions, I was lewdly propositioned in a half-joking kind of way.

These two guys were strong and pretty big. I’d guess them in age as being in their upper thirties.
I didn’t know their names.

I treated them as half-joking attempts and didn’t make a big deal of it. I did tell them on both
occasions that what they said was inappropriate and they should keep their comments to
themselves.

A few weeks after the second incident (and it was completely out of my mind), a woman who I
knew by name as Mary sat down at the lunch table where I was chatting with a few other
women from my department. Mary worked in another area of the office, and other than her
name I didn’t know her.

Mary was reasonably attractive it wouldn’t hurt if she lost 5 pounds and about 30 years of age.
Most of us at our table were in our twenties, with me probably being the youngest.
Mary knew several of the other girls. She seemed nice. In short order we were informed she was
single and that she wanted to organize a girls’ night out one Friday night. Most at the table,
including me, thought it could be fun. I was still relatively new to the company and wasn’t going
to say “no.”

I heard nothing about this get together until the Thursday of the next week, when I received an
email from Mary. She apologized for not emailing me earlier; telling me one of the other girls
reminded her about me. Anyway, they were gathering at her place the next evening (on Friday)
and going out from there. She wanted to know if I’d join them.

I responded that I would. I didn’t think much about it until Mary ran into me in the washroom.
She joked that she was going to use us married “good looking chicks” (in her words) as guy-
magnets so that she could have her pickings. It was pretty funny, the way she said it.

She asked me what I was going to wear, and not taking jeans for a good enough answer, insisted
on a short skirt after all, I was to be a guy-magnet for her. I giggled and agreed. An hour later I
received an email from her with her home address (we were meeting there first). We were to
meet at 8:30 p.m.

Now I don’t know why, but it never occurred to me to ask anyone else if they were going. I just
assumed there would be a bunch of us. Mary actually never said anyone else was coming. But
she certainly implied that there would be a bunch of us. If you want to blame me for anything,
this would be it. I showed up at Mary’s house, wearing a tight black mini-skirt and tight white t-
shirt fully expecting some of my work acquaintances to be there.

My hubbie isn’t the jealous type. The idea of a group of female co-workers having a “chicks’
night out” doesn’t bother him. He knows I’m not going to be picking up some guy and cheating
on him. He called up a group of guys and set up a poker night pretty quickly.

There were a couple of cars in her driveway already, so I parked on the street. It was a residential
neighbourhood, so parking was readily available.
I admit I wanted to look hot. I didn’t know these girls well, so I wanted them to know I could
really put it together when I wanted to. I applied my pencil lipstick and went to the front door.

Mary greeted me and told me to come in. I didn’t see anyone else but talking with Mary
distracted me from thinking about this. In her living room, she told me to sit down on the couch,
while she went to get the others. I was surprised that there was anyone else here, as I heard no
voices, but I said nothing.

Moments later Mary walked back into the room but this time with the two guys from the
warehouse. She said, “I believe you’ve met Larry and Mike before? Yes? Well these guys actually
paid me to join our party tonight! Can you believe it? Actually, that’s not quite right. They paid
me to have a party with you, you pretty thing. Do enjoy. I’m outta here.”

With that, Mary walked to her front door and left. And there I was sitting on this couch, wearing
a guy-magnet outfit and guy-magnet make-up, with two big middle aged guys making their way
to me. There was no way out.

I got in a couple of No’s before they were on top of me. I was terrified. I was disgusted. It was
just sinking into me what was about to happen. I was going to be forcibly fucked; and these guys
were close in age to my father!

They were on the couch grabbing at me. One I didn’t know which one was which grabbed my
arms from behind. The other moved right in and planted his mouth on mine. I struggled to break
free. But each guy was close to twice my weight. I tried to leap up, but I was no match for these
bastards. Each time I was pulled back and the mauling of my body continued. I wasn’t going
anywhere.

I would manage to pry my head away from the one who kept on kissing me, but he was
persistent and focused on nothing else. Within a second or to his mouth was again on mine. I
repeatedly tried to force my way out of their grasp. But every time I’d begin to make progress,
they’d throw me back onto the couch.

I couldn’t get that mouth away from mine. And every time I tried to scream his tongue would
force itself in. Hands groped me roughly. My breasts were being mauled. A hand groped me
between my legs.

I continued to fight. Then one of them had enough. With the other grabbing my arms, he
slapped me hard across the face. It stunned me. My cheek felt like it was burning.

He was very angry. He said, “Now listen up Cunt. You will do exactly what we want when we
want and how we want or I’ll beat the living shit out of your slut-body!” He grabbed me by my
chin and asked “Now, do you understand me? Do you? Do you?”

I whimpered my agreement. I began to cry.

The guy behind me let go of my now sore arms and began groping at my breasts. I did nothing to
stop him. The guy in front of me put his hand at the back of my head and again forced his mouth
on mine. Dissatisfied, he said “Open your mouth, whore,” and I complied. That turned out to be
not enough. He yanked me by my hair, pulling my head back and said, “I’m only going to say this
once. You are going to give us the best sex we’ve ever had. You aren’t just going to lie there like a
dead fish. You are going to act like the whore you are and give us your best. Otherwise, I’m going
to shove my fists into every hole on your body. Now stop the crying and whining and start
showing us that you know how to be a whore.”

But I couldn’t stop crying.

After a few more moments, the other guy said, “We’ll give you one more minute.” I could feel
my body trembling. I tried to stop crying, but it was to no avail.

Finally, the guy behind me grabbed me by the arms. The guy in front grabbed me as well. The
dragged me from the living room into the bedroom.

At this point my survival instincts kicked in. I was able to calm down. I suddenly realized that
instead of crying, I needed to be looking for opportunities to escape.
One of the men grumbled something about how he was going to fuck my ass and “split me in
two.”

I had to talk fast. I told them that everything was happening too fast. I apologized for crying so
much. And I told them I was under control now and I promised to give them a good time. I
pleaded with them not to hurt me.

They grinned. In their eyes, the threats they had used had worked in breaking down my
defenses. They were looking at me seeing as now conquered and now willing to be their slut.
They didn’t know that I was really just concentrating on trying desperately to find some avenue
of escape. And in my view, the only way to escape was to catch them by surprise.

Unfortunately, the opportunity didn’t develop immediately.

The guy I’d later find out was Mike went over to a chair in the bedroom and sat down. He said,
“That’s better. Now come over here and sit on my lap and show me you know how to kiss a guy.”

The other guy Larry remained standing in the doorway. Even though I was standing freely, there
was just no way to exit. I saw no choice and went over to Mike and sat down on his leg.

Building up every ounce of will power I had, I attached my mouth to his and began to French kiss
him. Our tongues slow-danced together. He couldn’t know how revolted I was.

He wrapped one arm around my waist while his other hand slithered under my skirt. A knot of
revulsion built in my stomach as his fingers began to make their way into my underwear. A few
seconds later and a finger was penetrating me. I was very dry.

I forced myself to concentrate on the revenge I would eventually get on this guy for what he was
doing. We continued to kiss as he finger-fucked me.
After several minutes, he removed his hand from between my legs and began pushing my t-shirt
up. He pushed it up, so that it was bunched up around my neck. There were my breasts, in their
skin-coloured revealing bra, inches from his face. I heard Larry mutter “Nice.”

Mike told me to take my shirt the rest of the way off. Then he told me to take my bra off. I had no
choice but to comply. Larry continued to mutter in the background. Mike’s hands now moved
toward my ass and his left hand dipped into my bikini underpants. His mouth attached itself to
my left nipple. He wasn’t gentle.

I began to feel a finger pushing against my asshole. I wanted to keep that strictly off limits but I
didn’t have many options open. He continued to chew on my breasts while at the same time
guiding one of my hands to the bulge in front of his pants.

Mike was as hard as a rock. There was no doubt in my mind that he fully intended to fuck me
regardless of my wishes. This was a rape.

His finger managed to penetrate my ass a little and I began to have difficulty keeping calm.

The horror of my situation was beginning to sink in. I wasn’t going to get the opportunity to get
away. Larry remained at the door staring at the finger working its way into my ass. His mouth
continued to bite on my breasts. I continued to grope his bulge through his pants.

Then he had enough. We stood up. He told me to get naked and he told me in a way that made
me obey. Then he came toward me and pushed me down on the bed. He fell on top of me and
said, “I’m going to fuck your brains out now.”

I had no option but to give in to him. Mike mounted me quickly and he thrust in hard, making
me grunt. I was getting fucked by another man against my will. All I could do was to let him. I
was being raped. And it looked like it would be by more than one man before the evening was
over.
He was a strong man. When his mouth wasn’t covering mine, it was emitting steady stream of
verbal of use at me. I was called every degrading name in the book. He simply power fucked me.
His intensity was stunning. He seemed fueled by anger. And I was the object he was going to take
it out on.

He ordered me to beg him to fuck me. He called me a slut. He pounded me with his cock. He
forced his tongue into my mouth. His anger fueled his stamina. This was no quick fuck.

Suddenly Mike stopped. His cock was fully embedded in me. He wrapped his arms around my
legs and lifted them up, over his shoulders. He said, “I’m going to deep fuck this bitch and split
her in to.”

And then he nailed me.

I’ve never been penetrated so deeply. I gasped after each of his thrusts, not because I was
turned on, but just out of the sheer brute force of the thrust. He barked at me to beg him to cum
in me. I was too stunned by his force to hear him, so he slapped me on the face and barked
again. This time, I complied. He made me repeat it over and over and I did.

Then he roared.

Mike was hammering his sperm into me. I could feel it inside me. I could feel bolts of hot fluid
shooting into me. His cock was planted deep inside me. He put more weight on my legs and
again planted his mouth on mine. He grunted to me, “Not bad for cheap whore,” and then
collapsed on top, my legs still pin beneath him.

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After about 30 seconds he picked himself off allowing my sore legs to once again stretch out. The
impact had been so intense that I couldn’t immediately close my legs. I felt like the wind had
been knocked out of my chest. This presented an opportunity for Larry.

Mere seconds after Mike had withdrawn from me, and Larry had replaced him ready to give me
equal treatment. Mike smirked and said, “Nail her good, man.” Larry responded with a “Yeah.”

Larry gloated as he rammed his cock into me. He ordered me to put my arms around his back
and he too kissed me on my mouth. He kissed roughly. He then moved his mouth to my neck
and breasts, biting me wherever he stopped. Each bite made me yelp.

I began to panic. He was fucking me like an animal and the bites were hurting. I just couldn’t take
it anymore and I tried to buck him off. This enraged him and he responded by slapping me hard
across my face.
Mike came over immediately. He had a long cord in his hands. A minute later and my hands were
tied to the bed’s headboard. Larry remounted me and said “I’m going to teach you a lesson, you
stupid cunt.”

He fucked me harder than I could ever have imagined possible. It felt bruising. And then I could
see his rage-fuelled lust reach its peak and his cock exploded inside me. “Pumped a pint into
her,” he grunted proudly.

My body was aching as Larry dismounted me. He told Mike, “The slut drained me.” He then
looked at me and said, “When you go home you should have your hubby lick you clean.” He
laughed at his joke.

Mike came over to taunt me. “I’ve known for a long time that I was going to fuck your brains out.
I kinda figured it would have to be rape. But I knew I was going to do it anyway. And I know we
are going to get away with it too. I can just see you trying to convince a judge as to what you
were doing with us and why you were dressed like a slut!”

I knew he was right, and frankly I didn’t care. I just wanted it to be over with. But Mike was
beginning to climb back onto the bed. I realized the end wasn’t going to be any time soon.

He made his intentions obvious. Mike straddled my chest with his legs, and had his cock an inch
or so away from my mouth. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind my head to push my
mouth right against him. He was beginning to harden again. My hands were still tied tightly to
the headboard.

Mike put one hand up to brace himself against the headboard and with the other he grabbed a
fistful of my hair and just said, “Suck it, whore.”

Not having any choice I opened my mouth and he plunged right in. He began to stuff my face
with his cock, ramming it in until his balls rested on my chin. Occasionally, with his cock in as far
as he could get it; he’d hold it there for a few seconds. This made me choke. I was gripped by a
panicky feeling as I had no control over the situation and I was choking.
Mike was oblivious to my suffering. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he thrust himself against my
tonsils.

I don’t know how long it took, because it seemed like an eternity. I tried to focus on breathing,
but this was sometimes difficult. I could taste a little bit of pre-cum in my mouth and I could also
taste my own pussy. Both were revolting. But after countless thrusts against my face, he cock
erupted in my mouth. The whole time he had been clutching my hair with a fist. He ordered me
to swallow it all. I felt four jet bursts of cum splatter my mouth and I swallowed as I was told. He
kept the tip of his cock in, and ordered me to suck out everything I could. With my tongue I could
feel big gobs of sperm continue to leak out.

Finally, Mike withdrew his cock, only to thrust it against my face, essentially using my face to
clean it. He was grinning from ear to ear.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to taunt me. Half of me felt bruised and beaten. The
other half felt so ashamed. I knew that these guys were going to get away with this. I was so
ashamed; so horrified.

With my arms still tied to the headboard and my head pinned down by the grip of his hand
holding my hair, he began to slap my face with his free hand. They weren’t too hard; but they
weren’t light slaps either. A torrent of insults flowed from his mouth.

Finally, he tired of this. He began to untie my sore arms. With Larry’s help, they brought me to
my feet. The led me back into the living room. They had me stand there as they sat down. They
just stared at me like a trophy. I was sobbing again.

Larry broke the silence telling me to move closer to him. I complied He turned me around so that
my backside was facing him and then ordered me to bend over with my hands on the table in
front of me.

My butt was maybe 10 inches from his face. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I heard him spit
and felt its liquid warmth trickle down in between. I then felt a finger at my ass hole. He spit
again. And then his finger penetrated me. “Gawd, that’s hot,” he said.

Soon the one finger became too. The penetration really hurt. Larry finger fucked my ass for
several minutes when Mary returned through the front door.

Mary expressed some surprise that “things” were still going on. She saw what Larry was up too
and suggested she could find something more appropriate to fuck her ass with. I tried to stand
upright. But Mike jumped up and quickly pulled me back down.

Mary returned moments later with a large black dildo in her hand. “This is a little more
appropriate, I think,” she said nonchalantly, as if handing a tool to a tradesman.

Mike grabbed onto my wrists, ensuring that I wouldn’t move. Larry, meanwhile, wasted no time
and began trying to force the dildo into my ass. He twisted it several times to get it in deeper.
And when he was satisfied with the depth he began to fuck me with it. I gasped with every
thrust. It hurt so much. And it was so humiliating.

I glanced at Mary. She was enjoying my degradation. She told the guys “I hope before you let her
go, you’re going to make her lick your asses out.

Larry stopped for a moment, the dildo deeply buried in me, and said, “What a great idea!”

He ordered me onto my knees, the dildo still in me, and commanded me to lick his ass out.

Now, I’ve never ever done anything like that. The very idea is totally disgusting. But what choice
did I have? Still I hesitated. Mary eventually chimed in pretending to offer encouragement. She
said, “Come on, dear! It’s time you showed Larry here some respect!”

She grabbed me by my hair and shoved my head against his ass. “Now lick it,” she commanded. I
built up my resolve and stuck my tongue out against his disgusting asshole. “Yeah,” he grunted.
“Deeper slut,” soon followed. For some fifteen minutes my tongue was in Larry’s ass. He grunted
his satisfaction on occasion. Mary and Mike added the occasional taunt.

Finally, Larry said he wanted to fuck me again. Mary said she wanted to watch. And Mike just
grinned.

Larry kept me on my knees in front of the couch. He moved around behind me and pulled the
dildo out of my ass. It had been in so long, that when he removed it I felt like I had this big
gaping hole in me.

But my ass wasn’t my destination. It became clear my vagina was about to suffer more abuse.
Mary sat down on the couch so that she could taunt me to my face. Larry was just as much an
animal the second time, grabbing my breasts and biting on my neck as he thrust his hard-on into
me with the same viciousness as the first time. And the entire time my I couldn’t shake the taste
of his ass from my mouth.

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Mary delighted in my humiliation. She barked at me to “beg for it.” After a hair yanking from
Larry, I complied, with a regular “please fuck me.” Occasionally Larry would slow his pace down. I
think he wanted to prolong the fucking. His penetration was deep and full. I was his prisoner,
completely under his control. He owned my womb and he intended on planting his seed in it. By
this point my vagina was completely raw. His eventual ejaculation actually provided a bit of
lubricating relief.

When he dismounted I collapsed on the couch. I went kind of brain-numb. I was physically and
morally exhausted. The two men gave me no time to rest though. I was picked up and again
dragged into the bedroom. But my destination, now was the bathroom just off the bedroom.
They ordered me to take a bath, telling me I looked like a mess.

The bath was no less humiliating. With Mary watching, Larry and Mike did the washing for me. I
don’t think there were 10 straight seconds where there wasn’t a hand trying to force some
fingers and a bar of soap into me.

After the bath I was taken out and dried off. I was forced, still totally naked, to dry my own hair
with Mary’s hair dryer. Then I watched as Mary went through the contents of my purse and
gathered up all my makeup. She handed it all to me and told me it was time to tramp myself all
up. She ordered me to “make yourself up like a whore.”

I applied the makeup as ordered. I was then brought back into the bedroom. On the bed an
outfit had been placed apparently for me to put on. It consisted of a little pink thong, these
bright neon pink spandex short shorts, and a cropped white tank top with the words ‘boy toy’ on
the front.

They told me their plan. Each guy wanted one more “go” with me. But they were going to film it
and they wanted the result to look like I was a willing participant in an orgy, and not a rape
victim. They wanted me to give it my best. They advised me that if I refused, they’d have another
go at me anyway, and then spend another hour or so jamming the dildo back into my ass.

Psychologically, I had no strength left to resist. I struggled to put on the ridiculous outfit. They
told me that I’d have to speak up and that I should beg for it. Mary started the video recorder.
Mike again was first. We made out as he again mauled my body through my slutty outfit. I don’t
know how convincing a performance I gave, but it was enough that I didn’t hear any complaints.
I engaged in sex talk before sucking on his now disgusting cock and again was eventually stripped
and mounted with him on top of me. In spite of attempts to lubricate me, the penetration now
really hurt. But I was too dazed to respond to the pain.

This third time around Mike had real lasting power. He asked me if I wanted to be deep-fucked,
and as per my orders I told him I did. My legs found themselves once more on his shoulders as
he brutalized me.

Having cum twice earlier, he wasn’t going to cum easily this time. I lost sense of time, having
been so thoroughly dominated by this monster. I realized that I was totally defeated not in the
sense of having been successfully raped but in the sense of having given up; and in the sense of
giving in. I had no will left to even think about resistance. I know longer desired revenge. He was
taking what was his. My womb belonged to him. I said what he wanted to here. I never lost
consciousness. The power of his thrusts made sure of that. And I don’t know how long it took,
but he made what deposit he could in me.

I was now raw and sore. My legs hurt. Larry barked at me to come over to the chair he was
sitting in and to “pay respect”.

I stumbled out of the bed, barely able to walk and dropped to my knees before him. I took his
cock in my mouth.

I sucked on him not with any desire to do so, but with mechanical obedience. I think he sensed
this lack of enthusiasm. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and raised his legs up so that his feet
were on his chair with his knees bent. He said, “My balls need attention.” I gave them attention. I
licked on then sucked each one.
He ordered me to start licking lower down. The horror of what he was asking hit me
immediately. What choice did I have?

Hoping he’d say nothing further I licked his skin just below his dangling balls. His balls actually
were hanging on my nose. After a few seconds, he commanded “lower honey” and I then had no
way out.

I licked the surface of his asshole. It was utterly revolting and the most humiliating thing I’ve ever
done. I had heard that some can do this, but I’m not one of them.

“That’s it honey”, he groaned. “Attach your lips to my asshole and show me you really know how
to kiss a guy”. I was so disgusting.

“Now stick your tongue in. That’s it. Deeper. In and out. Lick my ass out, slut.”

I don’t know how long this lasted. I just recall blocking out what I was doing. It ended when he
put his legs down and ordered me to suck the cum out of his cock. A couple of minutes later I
managed to coax what little sperm he could now produce out of him and into my mouth.

Finally, they were done. They washed me up again, and the three of them continued with their
verbal attacks on me as I was allowed to put my own clothes back on. I was roughly pushed out
the door. As it closed I could still hear their laughing.

On the drive home I made the personal decision of not telling anyone. I would let them get away
with what they had done. I realized that it would be hard to win. I knew it would be hard on my
husband, if he found out. And I knew it would be hard on me to have to relive the events again
and again. And most importantly, I knew that the battle was now over. It didn’t matter if they got
punished or not. It wouldn’t change the fact that they had conquered me, raped me, and
humiliated me. They had won and I had lost. I would just have to live with that the rest of my
life.
A part of me was now dead. I quit my job and eventually found another. But I always knew that I
could be totally conquered.