Rape Board - Free rape pictures and videos - Go To Main Page
Message board for people who wish to roleplay and discuss rape fantasies.

Real Time Bondage

Welcome to the Rape Board - Free rape pictures and videos.
If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above. You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.


Go Back   Rape Board - Free rape pictures and videos > Talk about Rape > Rape Stories
Rape gallery Incest gallery Bestiality gallery Gay sex gallery Anime gallery Scat gallery

Reply
 
Thread Tools Display Modes
Old 04-07-2013, 06:28 AM   #1
Blister
Junior Member
 
Blister's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2009
Location: London, UK
Posts: 25
Reputation: 133
Blister Level 1 (100+)Blister Level 1 (100+)
Send a message via Yahoo to Blister
Default My Perfect Sue

A boot crashing into his gut, driving the air from his lungs, brought Dave round. He curled up into a ball, his arms wrapped around him as he lay gasping on the air. Large hands reached down and grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from his body. Hands that clawed at his watch, stripped it off his wrist. Anger rose inside him, yet he was in no condition, no position to resist and Dave just gritted his teeth at the loss. He pulled him arm back close to his body, still struggling to breathe.

‘No,’ Dave’s mind screamed as the same hands pulled at his other wrist. He clenched his fingers tightly into fist as his assailant went to twist his wedding band from Dave’s finger. The boot slammed into his gut again, crashed into his face. Dave tasted blood.

“I’ll fucking cut your finger off,” he heard a heavily accented voice shouting. He felt his hand being pressed against the deck. Feeling powerless, Dave relaxed his fingers, allowed the man to yank the band from his finger. Its loss made Dave think of Sue. ‘Where was she?’

A scream from inside the cabin answered his unspoken question, the cry of distress had Dave struggling to get to his feet only to feel the boot again, driving him back down onto the deck.

“You fucking stay there or you’ll be feeding the sharks.”

“Found this!” Another voice called from the cabin. The words followed seconds later by the sound of a gunshot and another scream from Sue. Dave guessed they had found his old pistol, kept tucked behind the radio, there for use in case they ran into trouble. They never kept much of value onboard, not that had stopped these guys. Too late now.

Dave’s heart leapt as Sue was pushed up out of the cabin, out into the cockpit. Apart from a nasty red mark on the side of her face, she looked unhurt. He could make out three guys now; he took them to be locals and hoped that they were just out to grab his money and credit cards.

“Put a bullet through the radio,” said the one behind Sue, as he pushed her to the deck. “It ain’t gonna squawk no more. Don’t seem like they got much, less they got it stashed.”
He pushed his hands into Sue’s hair, pulling on the base of the ponytail, forcing her onto her knees, facing Dave. He could see the pleading look in her face; see the wet lines where her tears had run. He stared as the guy pressed the gun against the side of her head.

“Where is your fucking money, asshole?”

“We don’t keep much onboard, we use our cards mainly,” Dave replied, shaking his head. The guy turned to gun towards Dave, let off a round into the deck by his feet.

“You fucking with me?” He turned to gun back to Sue. “Maybe you want me put a round in her head. Tell me before I shoot her brains out.”

“I told you, we don’t keep much. Please you have to believe me, it’s the truth.” Dave found himself almost begging.

“Fuck.” The guy paused, looking at his partners as if asking for a decision.

“If they are fucking us, why don’t we fuck them?” The one with the boots answered aloud.

Dave stared into Sue’s eyes as the raiders mulled over the suggestion. Silently, he begged her to be strong. Silently, he asked for her forgiveness at his inability to rescue her, for his cowardice. She stared back, fear etched on her face, tears running down her cheeks.

“Tie him up,” said the one with the gun, pressing the muzzle harder against Sue’s temple. “Tie him up so he can watch.”

The other two grabbed Dave, dragging him up out of the cockpit. Dave struggled half-heartedly, kicking his legs as they pulled on his arms. He glared at the guy holding Sue, frustrated, annoyed by the smirk on the guy’s face as he rubbed the muzzle in Sue’s hair. They others dragged Dave up onto the cabin roof and forced him down onto his knees, facing aft, before wrapping his arms either side of the boom and using one of the mainsail ties to secure his wrists.

From his position, Dave could see down into the cockpit. He did not want to, did not want to see what he hoped would not happen. He twisted his face, pressing it against the furled mainsail. Yet, even as he did so, he felt fingers digging into his hair, wrenching his face away from the sail.

“Watch! Watch as we fuck your bitch,” the raider said, holding Dave’s head in Sue’s direction. While one of the raiders held his head, the other slipped back into the cockpit and dragged Sue to her feet. He stood behind her, kicked her legs apart and wrapped his arms underneath her shoulders. He linked his hands behind her head, pulling her shoulders back, pinning her, holding her for the guy with gun.

Dave guessed from his stance and Sue’s increased distress that the guy with the gun was leering at her body, stripping her with his eyes. Dave watched him placing the gun against a shoulder strap, running the muzzle down along the strap, playing it down onto the curve of her breast, tracing the line of her bikini top. Down over one breast and back up the other, back up to her shoulder. Sue’s body heaving, wracked with sobs as she begged for them to go, for them to let her go.

The black metal moved down under her breasts, drawing along the base of her top, following the shape made by the cups.

Sue jerked, trying to escape, as the gun moved to touch a breast through the top, to touch her nipple, flicking at the little bud through the material. The guy played on one side then the other, causing Sue’s sobs to become even heavier. Yet, she shook more as the gun slid down her flank, down towards her bikini bottoms.

Dave saw Sue holding her breath as the muzzle traced along the waistline, over her soft belly. He saw her freeze as the guy drew the gun over her hip and back over the top of her thigh. He saw her trying to close her legs, failing as the other guy used his legs to hold Sue’s open. Dave saw Sue’s despair as the muzzle slipped over her thigh, following the hem, slipped between her legs. He saw her shudder as the guy slid the muzzle back and forth over the crotch, rubbing it against her sex.

Dave felt his heart pounding, his anger rising as he watched his perfect Sue being abused, as he watched her distress growing. He wanted to fight back. Dave tugged at the strap holding his wrists, tried to get to his feet, only to have his face slammed against the boom, to feel sick at the sudden pain, to taste blood again. His head was twisted back to face the cockpit, back to watch as Sue spat at the guy with the gun.

“No,” he breathed at the sight of her courage. “No,” a little louder, as he watched the gun crashed against Sue’s head, as he heard her cry out. The two raiders forced Sue down onto her knees. While one held her head, the other pressed the muzzle against her mouth, forcing it between her lips. Dave could tell Sue was clenching her teeth, yet together the men forced her mouth open, forced the metal into her mouth.

“Suck on it, bitch. Suck on it like you mean it,” Dave heard the guy with the gun say as he started sliding the barrel in and out of Sue’s mouth. He watched the other raider moving Sue’s head, pumping it back and forth to meet the gun, watched as more tears ran down Sue’s face, mingling with blood from her lip split by the hard metal.

Dave screwed his eyes shut, closed out the scene but could do nothing about his ears, about the sound of the raiders laughing at Sue’s distress, at the vision imprinted in his mind of her being forced to suck on the gun as if it were a dick. The sound changed, paused. Dave opened his eyes to see the raider stripping the bikini top from Sue’s chest, to see the raiders drooling, groping.

Sue screamed again as the raiders clawed at her breasts, mauling her soft flesh, pinching her nipples. Her scream was like a dagger in Dave’s chest. He watched as she was lifted off the deck, as she kicked out, trying to save her modesty, trying to save her bikini bottoms, herself. He watched as the raiders easily held her legs, controlled her. He watched as they jerked the bikini bottoms down over her hips, down away from her smooth pussy, revealing her shaven mound much, Dave heard, to their delight.

Dave felt his own tears streaming down his face as Sue was held once more, her naked body pinned by one of the raiders for the other to enjoy, her skin lit by the lights in the cockpit. He shook his head in frustration at the sight of a hand rubbing over Sue’s mound, of it being forced between her thighs. He watched as, obviously unhappy with the dryness his hand encountered, the raider spat on his fingers before rubbing again, working his saliva over Sue’s pussy lips.

He watched Sue. Dave could make out the raider’s wrist, knew from its movements that he was jerking his fingers in and out of Sue’s body. He watched as first she tried to struggle, tried to fight against the fingers, tried to resist their probing. He watched as the fire went out in Sue’s eyes, as she stopped fighting, as she closed her mind to what was happening, protecting her own sanity through denial.

He could almost hear her thinking. “This is not happening. This is not happening to me, not now, not here. This is not my body.”

Dave heard the raiders laughing in belief that they had won, that they had broken her. He saw them turn and look at him, smirking at his position, at his distress. The raider slipped his hand from Sue’s pussy, crossed the cockpit and waved his fingers under Dave’s nose. He smelt the musky scent he knew so well; the scent of his perfect Sue’s body.

“Bastard!” Dave exclaimed, earning himself a punch in the stomach that left him heaving dryly, struggling to breath, unable to curl up to relieve the pain.

He guessed the raiders had worked out the cockpit was too small for them to take Sue lying on the deck. Together, they turned her, turned her to face away before tying her hands to the stern rail. Having her hands tied forced Sue to bend forward at the waist, to spread her legs to keep her balance. Dave could see that her position meant that Sue’s rounded ass was pushed out, all the more vulnerable.

Dave tugged helplessly on the strap holding his wrists to the boom as the raider landed his hand on Sue’s ass, the sound of the impact loud, echoing, joined by Sue’s scream. One after the other, the two raiders landed slap after slap on her ass, on the tops of her thighs, trying to out do the other with the strength of their slaps, laughing. Over and over again, scream followed slap followed laugh, the sounds merging until Dave could not tell which came first. He heard Sue’s screams turn to broken sobs, saw her body heaving, her ass and thighs red from the abuse.

Eventually, bored with the game, the raiders stopped, leaving Dave crying in frustration at his weakness and Sue crying at the pain. But Dave knew that they had not finished with Sue and sure enough, one of the raiders stripped off.

“Looks like your wife is going to get fucked now,” his guard hissed in his ear. “And soon it will be my turn to fuck her. Maybe, if she is lucky, I will take her in the ass. Shoot my cum into her ass. You reckon she would like that?” the raider added, tormenting as he screwed his fingers in Dave’s hair, making sure he was facing the right way.

The naked raider spat on his hand, rubbed his spit onto his cock, which Dave could see was hard at the prospect of raping Sue. He groaned, angry yet humiliated as the raider moved close to Sue. Dave guessed by the way that Sue jerked, the way she moaned in discomfort, that the raider had pushed his cock into Sue from behind. The position of the raider and Sue meant Dave could not see the man’s cock moving in and out of his wife, but that did not mean he could not visualise it, see it in his mind, see the violation of his perfect Sue.

Dave could see the muscles in the raider’s back rippling as he rocked his body backwards and forwards. He knew that the guy was pumping his cock into Sue’s pussy. He could hear Sue’s laboured breathing as the raider pounded his groin against Sue’s red sore ass. He could see the other’s raider reaching out to her chest and instinctively knew that her nipples were being abused at the same time as her pussy. More tears flowed down his face as Dave tried to stifle the protests coming from his throat. He wanted to reach out, to rescue Sue, to hold her yet he was impotent, helpless.

Indistinctly, he could hear the raiders speaking, taunting Sue, calling her names. The man’s movements became faster and faster, then more erratic, jerky. Grunts told Dave that the raider was getting closer and closer to pumping his seed into Sue.

“Fuck!” the raider hissed and his body shook. Dave’s body shook with sobs, with revulsion, only for him to feel worse as the other raider in the cockpit stripped to take his turn, to take his Sue.
Blister is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 04-07-2013, 06:29 AM   #2
Blister
Junior Member
 
Blister's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2009
Location: London, UK
Posts: 25
Reputation: 133
Blister Level 1 (100+)Blister Level 1 (100+)
Send a message via Yahoo to Blister
Default

“Your wife ever had three men in one session before? I bet she hasn’t. Today is her lucky day.” The raider said, tauntingly. “But shit, I can’t wait that long.”

Taking him by surprise, the raider slipped his hands under Dave’s shoulders, lifted him up off his knees, up onto his feet. With his wrists either side of the boom, Dave struggled to keep his balance, nearly falling back onto his knees until the raider slammed his hand against Dave’s back, pressing him against the boom.

Sue’s scream from the cockpit told Dave all he needed to know.

“And since your wife is rather pre-occupied, you’ll have to do,” the raider said. Dave shook his head in disbelief. Surely, he had not heard the raider correctly. Surely, the guy didn’t mean ... No, he couldn’t. Yet, the raider was yanking on his shorts, pulling them down off his hips. Dave squeezed his legs together, trying to stop his shorts from being pulled any lower; he clenched his ass tight, vowing never to let the raider do the unthinkable. Okay, he did not object when Sue wormed one of her fingers in, but he had never had, never wanted to have a guy’s cock there.

“No, no, no,” he said, shaking his head as if that would stop the raider. But with his hands held by the strap on the boom, Dave could not stop the raider. He tried lashing out with his foot, but he could not kick hard enough. His attempts just meant that his legs were not pressed together and his shorts were soon on the deck, draped around his ankles. The raider’s hands on Dave’s ass, spreading his cheeks. The raider’s fingers stronger than his muscles. Dave heard the raider chuckling, as the fingers let go, fell away.

“Ready? Who the fuck cares?” the raider asked, rhetorically. The next instant, Dave felt a searing pain in his ass, a burning, ripping pain as the raider rammed his cock in. Dave gasped for breath, screamed in agony. His whole body clenching, rejecting what was happening, refusing to welcome the intrusion. His ass suddenly stretched wide, torn open, Dave felt his heart thumping, heard the raider grunting as he drove his cock into Dave’s ass. With his hands tied and his body pressed again the boom, Dave could not escape from the raider or the incredible agony that was overwhelming his senses.

It did not improve when the raider started thrusting, pumping his cock in and out, pounding his groin against Dave’s ass, pushing him against the boom. The raider grunted with every thrust, ramming his cock in harder each time, his movements steadily getting faster and faster. Dave could feel the shape of the head and the thick veins as the raider tore into his ass. Dave found himself praying that it would soon be over, his prayers interrupted over and over again by the pain, interrupted by his cries.

“I hope your wife’s ass is as tight,” the raider said, abusing Dave’s ears, his mind as he abused Dave’s body. The raider’s words and breathing staccato, in time with his thrusts. “I do like a nice tight ass on the bitches I fuck.”

Dave lost all awareness of what was happening in the cockpit, what was happening to Sue. He was still blocking out the searing pain when one of the other raiders loomed in front of him.

“See what happens when you fuck with us?” he asked. “Now, where is your money?” Dave shook his head, he had told the truth, they kept very little cash aboard. The raider placed his hand against Dave’s face, over his nose. Puzzled for a second, Dave realised the guy’s hand was wet. And then he breathed in, taking in the pungent aroma of sex, the smell of cum.

“You wife is going to get lots more of this,” the raider said, smearing the cum over Dave’s face, over his mouth, his nose, his eyes. As he added to Dave’s distress, to his discomfort, the cock in his ass was suddenly jammed in, hard, deep.

“Shit!” the raider exclaimed as Dave felt his cock throbbing, as he felt raider unloading his cum.

The raiders let Dave slip back to the deck. Not unconscious, but not conscious either. Dave’s mind had shut down in self-preservation, as it tried to come to terms with what had happened, what was happening. His senses were deadened, the sights and sounds around him muffled, blurred, indistinct. He lay slumped, his arms held up by the strap around his wrist, not wanting to move, unable to move.

Dave did not notice as the raiders liberated his whisky and the few joints that he had rolled earlier in expectation of a very different night. Her groans, as they released her from the bonds holding her to the stern rail, were from another place. He was not conscious of them laughing as they held Sue’s mouth open and poured whisky down her throat or as they pulled heavily on their joints, blowing the smoke over Sue’s face. The sound of her coughing, choking, barely registered in his mind. Sue’s cries of pain, as she was pushed down onto her hands and knees, as a raider forced his cock into her ass, failed to make any impression. Her cries were quickly muffled anyway. Sue’s ass was not the only part of her body being abused. As she was impaled on one cock, another was rammed into her mouth.

Dave’s eyes were open but completely unfocused, staring into the abyss, into hell. His face was turned toward the cockpit, but he did not see the raider jerking Sue’s head back and forth, did not see the raiders rocking his body, driving their cocks in and out of her mouth. Dave did not hear her gagging, see her struggling as she tried to breathe. He did not see the third raider, bored, idly playing with his own cock, seek entertainment by ramming his other hand into Sue’s pussy. The raiders had used him and then forgotten him, discarded him. They took their energy out on Sue. Filling her with their cocks, their cum, their sperm, while Dave remained slumped on the deck. Promising her yet more delights, promising to sell her to others for their pleasure, vowing to keep her while their bastard grew inside, until they could cut her open to set it free. One after the other, taking turns or sharing her body until they were spent, empty, exhausted.

Tired, the raiders let Sue curl up in a ball on the cockpit floor, a shivering wreck incapable of thought or action. Her thighs, her breasts, her hair wet with their cum. While one stayed on deck, the other two raiders went in search of somewhere more comfortable to rest before they abused Sue some more.
Blister is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 04-07-2013, 06:29 AM   #3
Blister
Junior Member
 
Blister's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2009
Location: London, UK
Posts: 25
Reputation: 133
Blister Level 1 (100+)Blister Level 1 (100+)
Send a message via Yahoo to Blister
Default

The boom nudging at his face brought Dave round. He realised that he had drifted off. The yacht was quiet, lit by the moon that had turned the water silver. At first, puzzlement. Dave tried to work out why he felt so uncomfortable, to work out why the boom was moving. Then it all came flooding back and Dave sobbed quietly into the folded sail.

A soft splashing sound disturbed his self-pity. Dave looked up to see one of the raiders on the other side of the boom, taking a leak over the side of the boat. Hatred coursed through Dave’s veins. Anger at what the raiders had done to his Sue, his perfect Sue. He leant back, and was surprised to feel the boom following. Had he not secured it? He could have sworn that he had tied the boom down. It should not be moving.

A thought flicked across his mind. Dave tested the movement, checked that the boom was swinging freely. He pushed, hard. Dave kicked back with his feet so that the boom swung across the boat, catching the raider on the backs of his legs. Dave had not really thought through what he was going to do next, especially with his hands tied. He was shocked as the raider fell back on top on him, the raider too surprised to cry out. Expecting the raider to turn on him, Dave was even more surprised when the raider simply grunted and slid to the deck beside him.

Guessing that he would not have long, Dave slid the boom so that he could bring his mouth to the strap, the buckle to his teeth. Panicking at first, he tried hurrying only to find his teeth slipping off the buckle. Forcing himself to slow down, Dave worked the strap through the buckle enough to allow his wrists to escape. Rubbing to get the circulation back, Dave rescued his shorts, pulled them back on before he turned to the raider, still prostrate on the deck. Breathing but unconscious. A wetness where the raiders head had hit a cleat.

Sue! Dave slipped down into the cockpit, down to the shattered remains of his Sue and scooped her up into his arms, held her silently. He knew they had to get off the boat. Taking care to be as quiet as possible, Dave eased her back down onto the deck. He needed both hands free. Their little rib was tied to the stern, their emergency pack with their travel documents and credit cards in a little waterproof pack under one of the seats in the cockpit along with their waterproof jackets. Soon, Sue, the pack and the jackets were safely on the rib. Yet Dave had a few more jobs to do first.

Lifting the raider by his shoulders, Dave dragged his still unconscious body down the length of the boat, down to the hatch over the sail locker. Once there, it did not take long for Dave to let the raider’s body slide into the locker before securing the latches. A quick check told him that the hatch above the main cabin was already secure.

The cabin doors needed a length of rope, but soon they were tied shut. Dave opened the engine cover, making noise that brought a call from a sleepy voice inside. Hurrying now, Dave took the cap off the diesel tank, dipping a rag into the diesel. The voice from inside became a little louder, a little more awake, repeating the call.

Dave took a distress flare, knocked it against the side of the boat, before tossing the flaming stick onto the rag. The raiders were banging on the cabin door, calling for the other raider, demanding release. All that was released was the rope holding the rib as Dave slipped overboard, as he pushed the rib away, paddling it away from the yacht.

Taking Sue into his arms once more, Dave watched the flare increasing in intensity, heard the raiders calling out more loudly, more aggressively. He flinched as the explosion tore the yacht to pieces, waves of heat and sound washing over the little rib. He pulled his perfect Sue closer.
Blister is offline   Reply With Quote
Reply

Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off

Forum Jump


All times are GMT -4. The time now is 02:10 PM.


Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.7
Copyright ©2000 - 2024, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
Copyright ©2003 - 2013, (c) Rapeboard.com