Posted by Rache on October 15, 2001 at 21:11:01:
Would Be Rapist
fiction by Rachael
It's late and I'm walking home from my bus stop. It's been raining but it's stopped now. My heels make a clicking sound and everything is very quiet. The sound echoes around the dark houses and parked cars. It feels strange, as if I'm alone in the world.
A shadow steps out in front of me. A dark shape much larger than I am, with a menacing growl, like an animal. Its sudden appearance surprises me and fills me with fear as I realize it's not an animal or a ghost. It's a man. He grabs my jacket and pulls me forward, making me stumble and trip. My hands are stuffed in my pockets and they feel trapped there, the buttons on the cuffs caught in the crease of the pockets. I drop hard to my knees on the wet grass and pitch forward onto my face, unable to break my fall.
He has his hand in my hair, grabbing a fistful and jerking my head painfully up and back, exposing my throat. I can't believe how quickly all this happens. I start to scream, panic fills my lungs but I'm cut short by a meaty, calloused hand over my mouth.
"Don't scream, bitch...Or you're fucking dead!" It's a whisper but it seems like the loudest voice I've ever heard in my young life. I can feel my heart jumping and my body is shaking with fear. My eyes are starting to fill with hot tears and I can only nod to show my attacker that I understand.
He yanks me by the hair to my knees and shoves his hand inside my jacket, grabbing my bra and ripping it free, tearing through the buttons of my blouse and exposing my young flesh in one violent motion. He grabs my left breast and squeezes it, twisting it torturously and I yelled into his hand. My eyes are wide open, filled with tears as I try to understand. He laughs and licks his lips as I cry, sobbing, begging him to stop.
My attacker pulls my hair and pushes me down onto my back with his hand once again over my mouth. Hard. I can feel my lips being bruised against my teeth. I try scrambling backwards, away from him but it's useless, his fingers tighten in my hair and pull me back, slapping my face. I try to scream again and this time some sound escapes my bleeding lips before a heavy fist stabs into my stomach. All the air whooshes out of my body and I can't breathe! I double over in pain and rock slightly back and forth, sobbing silently as spasms of pain wrack my body.
He undoing his belt and making a noose through the buckle, slipping it around my neck. I can't move it hurts too much; I'm too scared. He yanks the belt tight, lifting me off my butt and my hands claw at the thick leather tightening around my windpipe. It cuts off my air and as he lifts and I try to get to my knees, to my feet, anything to ease the pressure. He's chuckling and knocking my legs out from under me, kicking me. He's so big and so strong I can feel myself getting close to passing out, my mind shutting down without air.
He drops me at the last moment and I gasped deep painful breaths. My tummy aches and my neck feels like it's been through a wringer. He undoes his pants the rest of the way and pulls my head up by my hair.
"Open up, Bitch!" He growls and pushes his dirty cock between my lips. I'm still in shock, too frightened, too hurt to resist. I just keep my mouth open and my eyes shut while he rams his cock into my mouth over and over again. He pulls my head so that my nose is pressed to his stomach and his balls slap my chin. I can't help gagging and I can feel the bile rising in the back of my throat. He starts making a "Agggg....Agggg....Agggg" sound with every thrust and the head of his cock is banging against the back of my throat.
I start puking and I to panic again as I can't clear my airway, I'm suffocating on his cock and my own spit and bile. I bring my hands up, pushing and shoving against his thighs, but he just slaps them away and then hits my face hard...Once...Twice, knocking my mouth off his penis. I'm crying loudly and begging him to stop, not to do this, I'll give him my money, my watch, whatever he wants, but please...Not this!.....I yell again, trying to get help from the darkened houses and this time he hits me in the nose with his fist and I feel something crack, I hear my nose breaking beneath his fist like a roar in my skull. I drop like a rag doll and blood gushes down my face, over my lips and down my body. My mouth fills with the sweet tang of it.
It's hopeless. No one is coming, no one cares. This bastard is going to rape me and probably kill me. He doesn't want money, he doesn't even want sex....He just wants to hurt someone smaller than him. Weaker than him. He wants to hurt me because it makes him feel more like a man. All these thoughts rush through my head and more. He's standing above me as I lay there crying, torn and bloody. I can't scream anymore, even if I wanted to. My body is on fire and my mouth filled with blood. I wouldn't even be able to run away from if I managed to get to my feet.
I lay back, seemingly exhausted, not willing to fight anymore and this seems to anger him even more. He moves so that he's standing right over me, holding his obscene "manhood" in his hands and stroking it. He spits on me and jabs at my exposed breast with his dirty boot. He's trying to provoke me, to get me fighting again, so he can beat down my struggles. I bring my leg up between his thighs as hard and as fast as I can. It isn't planned its just desperation. A reflex I'm regretting even as I do it, I know inside that I'll have to pay for it.
My shin catches him square in the balls and I feel his pelvis bone crack painfully against my leg. He stands there for a moment as if frozen. His hands stop and he looks at me real crazy. There's a new fire in his eyes, a malevolence I hadn't seen and I have the terrible thought that I've only made him madder, that maybe he can't be hurt. Or maybe that was exactly what he wanted me to do. Maybe he's a demon come from hell and nothing I do will matter. I'm scrambling backwards and he lets out a bestial scream, a high-pitched screech and he moves forward stretching his arms towards me. He's still so large, so menacing I'm on my hands and heels crawling away on the grass and mud. He's gotten closer and I kicked him again, this time my foot smashing solidly into his balls at the base of his cock.
He screams again and I hear dogs barking in the distance. His hands go to his balls and piss flows from his limp cock staining his pants bunched around his knees. He looks at me with hatred burning in his red eyes and he snarls and I can hear words like "Bitch....Kill you....Fucking whore..." But he stops moving towards me, he's leaning forward taking slow, shallow breaths and looking at me through hooded eyes.
I should run, get to my feet and run to the houses, banging doors and screaming until someone finally hears me. But I don't. I get to my feet and look at him. He isn't so big now. Not quite so scary. "Fuck you!" I say in a low voice, spitting out blood and I kick him a third time, as hard as I've ever kicked anything in my life. I want to drive his balls into his fucking heart! He falls to the ground, pathetic little fucking bastard, and crawls to the sidewalk, trying to get away from me. I'm screaming at him then, kicking his body and yelling. I stand over him and stomp his cock and balls with my foot. I smash him with the hard flat heel of my shoe and I hear him groaning, trying to move to protect himself.
I bring my heel down again, smashing it into his hands, into his groin. This little shit isn't going to hurt me again! He isn't so big, he isn't so tough! He's sobbing like a little baby, saliva bubbles out of his mouth and he doesn't resist as I kick his hands away from his crotch with my toes. I put the heel of my shoe on his balls and settle my weight on them slowly, letting all one hundred and five pounds balance on one foot - on his balls - against the concrete sidewalk. I feel them give, settling and smashing against the hard cold cement. I twist my foot cruelly and feel the liquid inside squishing beneath the pressure. He cries out weakly, gasping and his body jerks and flops with excruciating pain. What a little pussy! I feel so strong, so alive! All that fear I'd felt, for what?? This lump of shit?? It makes me mad!
I lift my foot and examined his balls by the dim light of a streetlamp. My will be rapist is clutching futilely at the bloody mess between his legs and I have to slap his hands away. His ball sac is flat and the skin has split in several places, a large tear has formed at the base of his penis and blood and testes and who knows what else spreads out in a disgusting stain. I grab his limp dick in my hand and yank it hard. He moans loudly and tries to roll over. I twist his cock and try to rip it off but it won't come. I let it go and grab him by the hair. I slap him until his glazed eyes open. "Thanks for the ride, asshole" I say and then I spit my blood in his face and slam his head down against the sidewalk. I keep doing it until the hard sharp cracking sound becomes a dull thudding. Blood spreads out in a widening stain of blackness and then his brains start dribbling out. His eyes are still alive, his heart still beating when I finally get up. I feel his belt still around my neck. I finger it while he dies and I bring it home with me. I kind of like it.
The End
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(F/M, Rape, Castration, Beating)