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The Rape of Karen Radford, Part 1
This is a story I posted some years ago on Ravishment University under the name "Renrut" which I was using at the time. I hope you enjoy it...
The Rape of Karen Radford The attached manuscript contains a detailed description of a portion of the night of August 8, 2012, during which Karen Janet Radford was raped by John Gruyter. Mrs. Radford is a freelance aerobics instructor, and during the course of her work she attracted the attention of Gruyter, whom she had met in the course of one of her classes. She and Gruyter did not get on: she found him rude and unpleasantly suggestive, and after repeated harassment she had him excluded from her classes. In looks, Karen Radford is very attractive indeed. She is 5 10" tall, with hazel eyes and short dark hair. She has very fine legs: long, silky- smooth, and well-shaped. One of the offensive comments that Gruyter made to her, apparently, was that she had "the kind of legs which make a man think of pussy." She has rather large breasts and her buttocks were full, smooth, and well-shaped. When she rejected him, Gruyter apparently decided to rape her. Mrs Radford told me in session that while he was using her Gruyter had boasted that he enjoyed raping women very much, and had already raped seven women during his career. Mrs Radford's husband is an alcoholic who regularly drinks himself into a stupor at night. On one such night Michael passed out drunk on the couch. Gruyter broke into the house, and as Mrs. Radford was bending over her husband in an attempt to help him, Gruyter came up behind her and, put his hand up her dress, and stroked her cunt. Outraged, she ordered him to leave, but his response was to laugh at her and start fondling her body. Though she screamed for help her husband was incapable of hearing her, and Gruyter forced her to an easy chair where, with her snoring husband a few feet away. he held her forcibly on his lap while he fondled her breasts and cunt. This was at approximately 10: OO PM. He then dragged her struggling into the bedroom, where he stripped her completely naked. He then mounted her and raped her vaginally for approximately 25 minutes. After a pause of about 30 minutes he mounted her again, and raped her vaginally for approximately 50 minutes. This, the third raping, began approximately one hour after the second rape had been completed. It was carried out in Mrs. Radford's vagina and anus. After another hour, Gruyter forced Mrs. Radford to suck his penis, and then raped her vaginally and anally once more. Despite Mrs. Radford's intense dislike of Gruyter, she was unable to stop herself from having multiple orgasms during the rapes. Gruyter had a very large penis, and Karen Radford had always been intensely sensitive to a feeling of extreme distention or fullness in her vagina. Since her husband had a relatively small penis, he had never been able to fill Mrs. Radford to the degree which excited her. Despite the brutality of the raping, therefore, she was unable to control the intense and exquisite sensations which the feeling of Gruyter's thick penis being driven into her vagina gave her. She came numerous times, and could not stop herself. Ashamed of her own reactions to the rape, Mrs. Radford has prevaricated about reporting the rape, and did not in fact even tell her husband. She came to me only, in fact, because as a psychiatrist I am also a medical doctor, and she was afraid that she had suffered physical damage, for the intense soreness of her vagina and the burning inside her vagina passage worried her: she was able to walk easily only with her thighs spread. After fruitless urging by me that she report the rape and see a specialist. I examined her, I found that the insides of her thighs and vagina were extensively bruised and the vaginal walls had been severely stretched by Gruyter's huge penis and in their overstretched state had been abraded, especially around the vaginal mouth. Her cervix showed extensive bruising as well. Her anus showed signs of lengthy friction, and had fissured from the assault. The marks of her assailant's fingers covered her body, especially her breasts. Nevertheless, it was clear that no permanent damage had been done. By the next day the swelling of her vulva began to subside, and after a week all soreness had vanished. In our sessions she talks compulsively about the raping, and feels a need to describe it in detail. She is deeply ashamed at her own reactions to the assault, for as a man Gruyter is intensely repulsive to her. She finds herself constantly thinking about the assault, and can only gain transitory relief by masturbating compulsively. She has admitted that telling me about the rape excites her, and then weeps when she thinks of it. Two days ago she brought me this manuscript which she had written. When I read it I was astonished to see that it was essentially a novelized description of her rape. I found the work deeply disturbing. First, point of view shifts constantly, from an anonymous narrator to Mrs Radford. I can only take this as a clear sign of her profound mental confusion. Secondly, despite my professionalism I find myself unwillingly envious of Gruyter, that he should have had the opportunity of enjoying this beautiful woman in the way he did. Despite the fact that it is in the third person, the following manuscript was written personally by Mrs Radford. It is clear from this manuscript that the rape has come to fascinate her in a very strange way indeed. Manuscript Begins: In a voice that was quiet and husky, inside it a dreadful amusement, John Gruyter said. " Playing dead, hmm?" "You answer me now..." he said. "You playing dead? You think it's going to work now when it didn't all those times before?" When Karen spoke, her voice was thin, and so weary. "Go away." The words were unimportant, for there was no-one who mattered who could hear them. If there had been anyone, they would have heard her voice as a low whine, and with it noises: a rustle, a slow shift of weight, a sigh, a whispery sound of flesh stroked. And they would have see the sight of a naked woman lying on her side, turned away from a hand that moved across buttocks rounded and broadened by her drawn-up knees. "Go away, sweet li'l pussy? Why'd I want to do that now? You'd think you had the idea we were all tired out. And where'd you get such an idea from..." The whining came, the exhausted whining. "Poor little slut, thinks her pussy's just worn out. And such a sweet pussy it is...moves under me so nicely, and yells and moans and begs..." The hand moved down and fingers stroked between the buttock-cheeks and on the drawn-up feet the toes contracted and lifted. An onlooker would heard an aimless shifting as hands gripped slight shoulders and lifted, a rustling as slender feet pushed to resist, a small thud of elbow against headboard as a female body was turned against its weak resistance, a sudden huff of exhalation as the woman was placed on her back, and a silence. Then he said, in such an affectionate voice. "Let's try this here..." A hand touched one of a pair of round white breasts, which lay on that female chest, each breast spread and separated from the other, resting outward on the upper arms. The nipple on that breast, in its large, dark aureole, trembled and quivered to pointed hardness. "And this one too?" The big hand touched the other breast, and its nipple quivered to join its fellow. "Oh, now look at that." There was movement from the man as his body lifted. His organ rose and stiffened outward from his body, large and red-blue in its state, as thick as the woman's wrist or thicker, and beneath it the heavy sack of balls, hairy and slack and swinging. "I bet you don't know what a sweet pussy you have, all soft and wet, and it fits so fine around a cock, all hot and clingy and tight... I bet you really want it in you again, all the way in you and up you, and I always get hard so easily when I knows a pussy needs my cock..." There was a small thrashing as the smooth female legs pushed in terror at the bed, between them flashes the fleeting sight of black female pubic hair, of female genital lips, of a moist-shiny pink female slit, of female smoothness. Then a silence, a whine, another silence. If there had been more light the angry, sore redness of that female cleft would have shown, the redness that it had acquired from the night's lengthy, repeated, and brutal fucking. The man's body rose over the woman's and covered it. In a voice taut and tense with effort, he said, "Now let's see how this makes you feel." The female body was struggling, the white legs kicking in a scampering rustle. The strong, hairy male knees came down on their join, and to the music of a loud whimper, the female legs were spread apart. A white arm struggled free for a second, a slender shoulder and wobbling breast appeared, but briefly, before they were pushed back in a restraining clap of hand onto flesh. And a silence longer than before, that was the louder for the terrified panting of the woman that broke it. There was stillness now, and a time for the scene to be understood. Where the man was, was darkness, brown hirsute darkness. Where the woman was paleness, smooth, hairless paleness. A single creature seemed almost to lie on the bed now, with a dark torso and a terrified female face under one shoulder, and white, open white legs, still legs now, as if they waited, and between them narrow strong dark buttocks. The buttocks rose, curved, lifted, waited. They began to move forward. And the legs began to kick, a strange, useless, ineffectual kicking, as if the woman felt the need to resist the coming violation, but yet had little will to resist, or knowledge of how to do it. The blind head of darkness touched the female smoothness of the cunt, pushing at the soft lips, and the kicking became a flailing of white legs, moving faster than before, but ineffectual still. The man was moving very slowly, very deliberately, penetration is the most delightful time during a rape and clearly he intended to enjoy it to the full. The female lips flattened under the touch, and then slowly spread apart, and the woman's panting reached a terrified crescendo. Her hips began to flail with her legs, in an attempt to move her vaginal hole away from the bulging organ which sought to seat itself inside. The mouth of the hole was pink, unlike the color of her outer lips, which were darker. The man slipped his hands under the full buttocks of the woman and held them steady against his slow thrust. The head found the resisting hole, which at this point of penetration was still uneven and irregular, and the pinkness resisted but opened. The very end of the penis began to enter. The woman's head fell back, her hair spreading in the pillow, her eyes losing their focus. "AAAAAAAAAAA," she said. The sound was not one of pain, but rather of almost unbearable sensation. Gruyter felt the change from dry soft hairiness to warm wet slickness and drew back his teeth in pleasure. The penis moved inward slowly. The head pushed, and with slow reluctance the passage's uneven walls began to spread to allow it in, the entrance beginning to stretch towards roundness. Gruyter felt the change as from resisting slipperiness to spongy sliding slipperiness. "AAAAAAAAAAA." the woman said again. Inside the woman the folds of the vaginal walls began to straighten and stretch to accommodate the great invading organ. The head was totally inside now, but all the inhumanly huge length of the cock was still outside the body of the quivering creature whose woman's name was Karen. An observer who looked at where they were joining would have seen the insides of her thighs, widely spread, their skin looking very smooth, reaching up to where her pussy lips became softly hairy. Normally those lips lay close together, but now they were spread by the invading male organ, pouted and bent and stretched around it. Vaginal fluid had been forced out by the entrance of the penis, and with it a single small mucous clot of sperm from the previous raping. Or perhaps even from the initial raping that night, which had happened two hours before. The fluid waited just below the invading cock, not yet moving, but poised at the base of the woman's slit, just above her anus, which was looking red and pursed below. Between the outer lips her inner vulva were spread too, though since they were smaller and less full they had stretched much more. Between them was the opening, no longer irregular and pursed in shape, but almost circular, beginning to show signs of the stretching it was experiencing. It surrounded the dark penis-head very closely, hiding it entirely. The cock began to moved forward once more, and its bloated thick body began to enter the vaginal hole. "AAAAAAA," said the woman. The spongy female flesh began to stretch around it, though the shaft was so thick that the interior walls were distended nearly to their limit. "AAAAAAA," said the woman. There was nothing but sensation in that sound, so vivid that just the sound of it made one see a woman with her head thrown back, her eyes staring, her mouth open and round, her lips pulled to fullness. It was simply the sound of a woman who for the third time that night was experiencing the unbearable distention of a man's huge penis, a stretching caused by something so long and thick that it seemed that a fencepost was pushing up into her. The woman began to react now, not as she was; a thinking creature being raped by a man who had more genuine evil in him than any other she had ever met, but simply as cunt. From the woman's reactions an observer would have guessed that the sensations within her were now so exquisite, the stretched fullness was now so delicious, that the most important thing, the only thing, became her need to help them, to increase them. She was weeping, yet her knees were bending so that her feet could plant themselves and spread her thighs wide and hold herself up for the man's use. Her hips lifted and held against the invading organ, and she gave a high quavering "Oh!" as the huge penis buried itself in her groin, her thighs flattened outward to allow the penis to bury itself to its base in her. There was soreness in that cry, but what also seemed to be shamed, reluctant delight. Her arm splayed outward, and her legs, and she lay there motionless, as if overcome by that utter fullness, that utter stretchedness, the man's loins against her vulva, the head of his penis against her cervix. The male hips drew back and thrust, and drew back and thrust, and the random and meaningless sounds which had preceded began a cyclic repetition, steadying into a slow, heavy beat. Across that beat, in a rhythmic counterpoint, she cried "OGodOGodOGod!" in a voice of that same clarity and formality and impersonality as she used to call the time to her aerobics class. Between the woman's legs, now still and open and smooth and beautiful, the male buttocks thrust, heavily, smoothly, deeply. The woman's vagina took the thrusts, and the female body swayed up and down under them, moved without any effort on her part by the impact of cock in her belly. Her eyes were a very bright blue, and she had grimaced at the thought of any Gruyter touch, yet now they stared blindly, the most private part of her body, her most delicate and private place, distended and filled to bursting with the organ of that very man. The woman began deep, slow, moans, a groaning whose cycle matched his thrusts. And the movements of her flesh now seemed uncontrollable. There was a time when she seemed to feel an absolute need to spread her legs as wide as possible, to open her cunt-mouth to him as much as she could. And there was a time when she seemed to need to clasp his brutally-thrusting hips with her thighs, and lay her narrow feet on his buttocks to feel their heaving power. The man and the woman were now one, the man the rider, the woman the mount, their two bodies swaying together. An observer would have quickly realized that her interior cunt-flesh was now very wet and slippery, for the thrusting began to change in nature. It had begun in a sound of flesh on flesh, and her vaginal lips had clung almost adhesively to the penis as it moved. Now the walls of her vagina were clearly exuding lubricant freely. and the penis was beginning to slide inside her, so that her interior flesh began to slip past the shaft rather than be drawn along with it when it withdrew. This resulted first in a change in the noise of the fucking; it took on an edge of slickness. And deep penetration into her pelvis now became easier, and the man's penis easily reached the depths of her belly. The man's rhythm changed, not increasing in speed, but in power. He began to gather himself for each thrust, so that each of them drove the penis to the hilt in the woman's body, each stroke impacting against the woman's abdomen with a meaty smack, each stroke distending and stretching the woman's vagina, each stroke filling her and stretching it from her cervix to her vulva. His penis was so large that it must have been painful to the woman, for each pumping stroke brought from the female a high wavering cry of pain. But in her body other things showed. Her toes were contracting uncontrollably, and she had spread her legs very widely now, almost flattening her cunt for him, into a position which made it easier for him to enter her, use her, and hurt her more thoroughly. Her hands too were on his buttocks, holding them as they abused her female flesh. The mattress was giving off a regular whump and recoil as it was compressed under the woman's buttocks with each stroke, the wood of the head-board was being driven against the wail and groaning at its punishment. She began to give cries that started on a very high "OH!", but quavered off into lower notes: " OH-hhhuh-huhOOH-hhhuh-huh- OH-hhhuh-huh!" They were strange sounds, ones of clear female pain, but also ones of intense female sensation. An observer would have noticed that vaginal fluid was apparently now very copious, for it was running down the cleft of her buttocks from her genitals, and parts of the man's swinging scrotum were shining with it. The mouth of her cunt was a tight, red moving ring of flesh that now slid easily up and down the thrusting brown-purple penis. whereas earlier it had been drawn up and outward from her body in a pout each time the man withdrew. This was a lengthy fuck, but even the first raping John Gruyter had given Karen Radford had been quite long. He had ridden her that time for twenty-five minutes. The second time had been even longer, he had used her for almost forty minutes. Now this, the third fucking, had been going on for eighteen minutes. Thus the woman's cunt had been in use for eighty-three minutes of the one hundred and twenty he had been in the house. The effect on the rather delicate flesh between the female's thighs was obvious. In the vagina, the stretched folds were beginning to show the red tenderness of rubbed flesh, the cervix was bruised by the constant impact of the penis-head, the vaginal mouth was particularly red and abraded, and the whole crotch-area, as well as the inner upper thighs, was badly bruised. Her flesh of her inner lips was now quite inflamed and sore-looking from the night s fucking. Even her black-haired, brownish vulva wore beginning to acquire a full and swollen look. The woman's thighs were now beginning to spread wider and wider, her knees were being drawn up further and further, and she was now beginning to give quick gasping "Ohs?" which were accelerating in pace and rising in pitch and frequency. The gasping sounds intensified, and then became a high, yelping, varying "Oh!--Oh!--Oh!-- Oh--Ohi--Oh!--Oh!--Oh!" The woman's pelvic muscles were now entering the uncontrollable spasming of the female orgasm, and the woman's face was helpless-looking, her mouth wide and slack, her eyes staring blankly, unseeingly, upwards, nothing showing in her face but the hugeness of the convulsive, rippling muscular contractions that squeezed her full vagina. |
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