Olympic and Professional Soccer Player Megan Rapinoe – Lesbian – Raped & Impregnated

[Johnny Reb]

CHAPTER ONE



If you ever saw me play football (High School or College), you'd be able to pick me out in a second, 6' 6' tall, 270 lbs, I was the big Defensive Linebacker who loved crushing running backs. I was pretty fast for my size, and my long, strong arms gave me the advantage against small, fast receivers.



Never made it to the Pro's, but in High School and College I was the Hometown Hero. Tall and good looking, I could get most any woman I wanted. The problem was, the kind of woman I wanted, didn't want me, or any other man for that matter.



You see, there have always been three things that I've wanted in women.



First, I like them to be shorter than me. Hey, at 6' 6”, it's not like I had much choice; but at least a foot shorter than me. A woman that small feels extra tight when she takes my 11” cock. And with my size advantage, I guarantee, she'll be taking that cock whether she wants it or not.



Second, I love slim, athletic built women. You can have for super skinny model types. No meat on their bones. The women with big tits are nice, but they're a bit soft and fleshy for my taste. Give me a slim, lean, athletic woman. A woman who can put up a fight, a woman who can struggle, and resist, a woman who will twist and squirm under me while I have my fun.



Finally, I lust after lesbians. Maybe it's the forbidden aspect of taking a woman I know would never give herself to me willingly. Maybe it's the idea of having something no other man has had. No matter what it is, there's just something about the look in their eyes as my cock enters their pussy, that combination of fear, revulsion, humiliation, and unwanted pleasure. The sound of their screams, as they beg, threaten, and unwillingly orgasm.



My glory days in football maybe long over, but the thrill of victory that comes from raping a hot unwilling lesbian is a thrill I still enjoy to this day.



I coach High School Football now, which leaves me with a lot of free time in the off season.



Time to watch and plan.



To go to Women's Golf Tournaments, Tennis Matches, and Soccer Games. That's when I first noticed her. During Football season I was too busy, but during off season, Megan Rapinoe became my obsession.



5' 6”, 130 lbs. Her long, muscular legs, lean belly and firm tits were the things I dreamed of. Moreover not only was she a lesbian, she was one of those open, I mean way open, lesbians… Loud and Proud.



I wondered how loud she'd be when I forced her to take my cock.



In the past I had always been satisfied with take lesbians from average, everyday walks of life. The thought of taking a woman so famous started charging me with dreams of Hollywood Celebrity carpet munchers like Portia De Rossi and Jody Foster. But neither of those actresses had a body to compare to the Olympic caliber body of Megan, and I began making plans to take her for myself.



A few weeks surveillance gave me all the data I needed.



Quiet, lonely mornings run… Women should keep better track of their water bottles. The need for hydration makes drugging them so easy. Quickly pulled into a stolen van and driven away. Three car swaps later, we were in my motor home, on the way to the isolated cabin in the country I had prepared for Megan's breaking.



By the time she woke up, we were about 30 minutes from the cabin. Along the way I had stopped, at a quiet roadside park to rest and admire my captive. Even unconscious, her athletic body was a magnificent work of art, art that I had to examine more closely. She awoke later to find herself stripped naked and tied in a standing spread eagle with her mouth ball gagged, in the bedroom in the RV's bedroom. I took silent pleasure as I drove and watched her struggle in vain on the closed-circuit cameras I had mounted in the bedroom and tied into a monitor in the RV's dash.



I had closed off the bedroom and turned off the AC. As the temperature slowly rose, beads of sweat began to form and glisten on her struggling body. The harder she fought the inescapable bondage she was in, the faster she perspired, and the hotter her squirming body looked on my monitor screen. The DVR carefully recorded her every movement and struggle. I chuckled as I thought of title for the Videos I could release.


“Soccer Star Strung Up”

“Bound Lesbian Matters”

But I kept coming back to the title for the 'Full Length Feature' I had in mind for the struggling star.

“Rapinoe: Roped & Raped!”



The thought, combined with the sight of her body, firmly bound and naked for my viewing pleasure was almost more than I could bear, and more than once my concentration slipped and the RV drifted into the wrong lane, before I recovered my composure, and the vehicle's control.

 

[Johnny Reb]

CHAPTER TWO



When we reached the cabin, Megan's struggles had calmed somewhat, but she hadn't given up. On the contrary, she was resting, building up her strength; and when my tall, leather masked figure stepped into the RV's bedroom, she began to struggle like never before.



Her legs were spread wide open, and her ankles were tied to “O” bolts, secured firmly into the floor beams of the RV. Likewise her arms were spread wide over her hard and her wrists tied to similar “O” bolts attached to the RV's ceiling supports. She was literally fighting against the full strength of the Motor Home's Steel frame. Even Spread Eagled and firmly tied, her body still managed to twist and at least attempt to pull away from my touch. I took a few minutes to enjoy the sight, before stepping behind her, and wrapping my arms around her twisting torso. She continued her struggles even as I locked an “O” ring belt around her slim waist and individually handcuffed each wrist to it. Next, I collared and leashed her. You could see the anger in her eyes at the humiliation of being on a leash like a pet.



Finally, I secured a pair of leg irons to one of her ankles before releasing it from the floor then drawing her legs closer together, secured the other end to the other leg which I then freed from its “O” ring.



Now, suitably restrained, I was ready to lead her to her new home. Furtively she looked around the RV, and then the cabin's yard for some means of escape, as I paraded her from the Motor Home to the cabin's front door.



My cabin sits in the middle on 30 heavily wooded acres of land, and no one can see how I play while I'm there. So, I was free to march my prize all around the cabin, if I wanted.



I thought about tying her hands to the overhead branch of one of the many stout trees, and then properly flogging her firm butt with a supply branch cut from a nearby sapling, but decided to wait till later for that, instead preferring to get her inside and start her conditioning indoors.



Once inside, I led Megan to my favorite comfortable chair (hey she's going to suffer, not me) and then forced her to seat her naked body on my lap, where I could begin examining her in detail.



Megan continued to twist and squirm in my lap, as my hands explored her helpless body. Every probe and pinch brought another squeal of protest from behind the hard red rubber ball that filled her drooling mouth. As I fondled her tits and pinched her nipples, I noticed they were actually a little larger than I had expected. Probably B cups instead of as, like many slim, athletic women. The extra fullness to her firm breasts further excited me, making my squeeze them harder until Megan finally gave me the grunted response I was listening for.



Unwanted as it was, my groping of her body was beginning to have an effect on the unwilling athlete. Soon she grunted and moaned with every movement of my hands and fingers across her sensitive tits and nipples.



My mouth and tongue now went to work on her sweet breasts, as my right hand, slid down across her firm belly, and in-between her legs. Her moans and grunts were momentarily replaced by the return of her squeals of protest, but as my probing fingers began to massage her clit, and my nimble tongue began to tantalize her nipples, the squealing once again disappeared. This time to be replaced by moaning, followed by sharp, short breaths, as Megan attempted to gasp for air in surprised reaction to my attentions.



No man had ever done these things to her before, and before our time together came to an end, Megan would not be able to make that statement regarding much of anything.



As I continued my oral assault on Megan's Mams, my left hand took over the job of clit masseur, while the first two fingers of my right hand began to probe, sliding slowly in and out of Megan's rapidly dampening pussy.



Her body leaned back hard, as every muscle in her athletic form stretched, then tensed as a quiet whimpering escaped from behind the rubber ball gag. Megan trembled and her body shook slightly as her first, unwilling orgasm at the hands of the man who captured her, rocked her sweating muscular female body.



As the wave of sensation passed, Megan looked at me, her eyes wide, weak and confused by what had just happened.



I took my mouth off her breasts just long enough to say, “Just rest Megan, you've got a long night ahead of you.”



Tears flowed down her cheeks as I returned to tongue tickling her rock-hard nipples

 

[Johnny Reb]

CHAPTER THREE



Megan sat limply in my lap, weak and recovering from the unexpected orgasm I had forced from her unwilling body; but the afternoon was giving way to evening and I had plans for our first night together.



Sitting, bound by the cuffs and ring belt; and silenced by the ball gag, I easily lifted he 130 lbs body as I stood from my chair and carried the exhausted beauty back to my cabin's Master Suite. If she had been thinking my plans for her were finished, the sight of my King Size Four Poster Bed quickly changed her mind.



The bed was custom made. The frame heavy duty and reinforced, and the posts unusually thick, with “O” rings at various heights, mounted on heavy iron bolts that ran all way the thru the posts, with large nuts and washers locking them securely in place on both end of the bolt. The thick pillow top cushion on top of the firm mattress, rested comfortably on the heavy-duty platform, that lifted the bed so the mattress top rose more than four feet above the floor. A short set of steps allowed me to carry my prize up and easily toss her onto the bed.



Moving carefully, I unhooked the cuff holding one wrist at the belt and re-secured it onto the waiting chain. I had already prepped the bed, with chains locked onto “O” rings on each post. The other handcuff was hooked to another chain. All the time Megan twisted and fought attempting in vain to escape from the bed that had already proved it was inescapable to dozens of other women before her.



I removed the leg irons and secured her ankles to the waiting chains from the posts at the foot of the bed, before unlocking and removing the ring belt from her waist. I then busied myself by carefully adjusting the chains, shortening them until Megan's muscular lithe form was stretched tightly spread-Eagled face up across the bed top.



Now the real fun began.



Opening the antique armoire a few feet from the bed, a selected a few toys to help me train Megan for her new role in life. A length of white rope, duct tape, a long, thick double ended dildo, a small vibrator, a few pair of chop sticks & some rubber bands, some nipple clamps on a chain, a riding crop, and a Cat o' 9 tails flogger. Megan's eyes widened with fear and anger when she saw the toys I was bringing to the bed, and a string of obscenities spewed from her mouth as I removed the ball gag from it.



Such language, you'd have thought she was a lumberjack, not a former Olympic Athlete.



“You Sonofabitch, get these chains off me, right now!” Megan screamed. “When I get out of this, I'm going to cut your balls off and feed them to you... do you understand ME?! LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!”



Megan became louder and more frustrated as I stood there, not moving, just standing there watching her... and smiling. “You're not going to get away with this you perv, you keep your hands off me.”



As I picked up the riding crop, Megan's tone of voice changed. “What's that?” she stammered fearfully. “What are you going to do with that?” The demands were all gone as panic set in. “Please don't use that on me. Please don't hurt me. Just let me go, we can forget all about this. I won't tell anybody. I promise. Please mister, please don't hurt me...” her voice trailed off into tears.



I gently rested the business end of the crop on her firm belly, and began sliding lightly across her smooth skin, tracing the well-defined lines of her abs, up and circling around her trembling breasts, back down and between her legs lightly patting as it rolled over the sensitive lips of her pussy, then down and back up the inside of first one thigh, and then the other. No pain, just the tickle of leather sliding across her restrained squirming body. The crop's exploration of her body slowly returned to her tits, as I began to gently slap her breasts while working my way in a circle, closing in on her now erect nipple. The strokes now became shorter, stronger and more rapid and Megan began to make anguished sounds of pain.



I quickly stuffed one end of the double headed dildo into her mouth to silence her. She attempted to fight back and spit out the dildo, but I held it firmly in place and began to force in up and down in her mouth, working slowly towards her throat. She took the hint and relented in her struggle to remove the dildo from her mouth.



I returned to my pleasure and began working on Megan's other lovely tit with the riding crop. When both her nipples hardened and stood erect for me, I pulled out the chopsticks. Megan looked confused, fearing I was planning on poking her with the sharp wooden shafts.



Instead, I paired two sticks and secured one end together with a rubber band and then slid the two sticks around her hard nipple, and using another rubber band, I pulled the other end of the chopsticks together and secured that end with another rubber band.



Megan's scream could be heard thru the rubber dildo that filled her mouth. Once again, she thrashed and tried to dislodge the dildo from her mouth. As she did, I pulled second pair of chopsticks and repeated the torture on her other breast and nipple.

 

[Johnny Reb]

CHAPTER FOUR



Megan let out a howl of pain as the second pair of chopsticks snapped shut on her tender nipple, and I returned to stroking her jiggling breasts with the riding crop. The added pain was just enough to enable Megan to spit the dildo from her mouth.



Before she could say a word, I moved my target from her tits to her twat, and delivered a sharp slap to her pussy lips, just below her clit.



“Bad Girl! You spit out your dildo, BAD GIRL!” I said to her firmly, as I delivered another sharp swat to her tender twat. “If you don't learn to behave yourself, I'll have to REALLY punish you.” I said in my most evil sounding voice. “Now Obey Me!” I ordered as I stuffed the dildo back into her mouth.



Tears in her eyes, Megan began to quietly suck on the dildo.



I decided to double her suffering. While snapping her twat with the riding crop, the fingers of my free hand began to thump the chop sticks, twisting her nipples. Megan screamed into the dildo that filled mouth, as her arms and legs pulled hard against the chains that held her down to the bed.



“Oh... want to get up do you?” I asked her. I removed the chopsticks and then pulled the dildo from her mouth. “Well then, up you shall go.”



Pressing a pair of buttons on the control panel that sat on the small table near the bed, chains slowly lowered from the two electric winches mounted on the ceiling over the bed. One chain descended over Megan's heaving chest, while the other lowered over her twisting hips.



To the chest high chain, I added a smaller chain with clips at either end. Megan's eyes widened with terror as she realized what I intended. She attempted to twist away as I slowly attached one clip to each of her sore nipples and howled with a mixture of pain and humiliation.



Next I lay a white cotton rope across her smooth belly, and wrapped it around behind her, tying a knot behind her back, just about her ass and then slipped the ropes down between her legs, tying another knot where the ropes ran over her asshole, and one more over her clit, before slipping the end under the rope that lay over her belly, and then running the end up to the dangling chain from the winch over her hips. Megan continued to twist and try to see what I was doing, in hopes of ending my pleasure, but to no avail.



Using the controls, I slowly took the slack out of each chain.



Now the real fun started.



With the dildo gone from her mouth, Megan once again had begun cursing. Her foul language was soon replaced by screams of pain as the chest winch began to pull up on her nipples, forcing her to try and lift her shoulders and chest to minimize her suffering.



Now the hip winch came into play, pulling up on the end of the rope, the cord tightened on her body, lifting her hips, while at the same time pressing the knots hard against her clit and asshole. Megan screamed as her slim, athletic figure arched upwards, while chains to her wrists and ankles kept her pinned down and spread open.



Slowly, I inched each winch higher and higher, further arching her back, pulling harder against her firm tits, and pressing the knots hard against the tender button of her clit, while the other knot spread open her previously untouched asshole.



Her cursing was replaced, first by howls, then screams, and now by something new.



First by begging, pleas for mercy... and when those failed, the offers began. First offers of money, then finally offers to please me, to satisfy me. To do things for me she had never done before, to give her lesbian body to me, as a sex toy.



Now, the real fun could begin.

 

[Gilf Hunter]

Excellent story so far. Looking forward to the further humiliation of this hot slut.