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Subject: {ASSM} "Carly" [MF, nc, rape, anal, oral]
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Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 04:10:02 -0400
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"Carly"
by Jany Kate (jany_kate at yahoo dot co dot uk)

[MF, nc, rape, anal, oral]

This is my first story.  Please let me know what you think or any
suggestions for improvements.  Most of all, enjoy.

~~~~~~~~

It has to be admitted: Carly was always more than a bit of a tease. 
Her blouse was always buttoned just one button too low or her skirt
was just a little too short.  When swimming, she wore the skimpiest
pieces of material that could actually be called a bikini.  She had
long, shapely legs, fairly big tits, and wonderfully smooth skin.

Despite the fact that most men would have eagerly agreed to go
straight to bed with her, she lead a reasonably chaste life,
preferring to tease men and flirt with them, rather than actually
sample their goods.  This had lead to more than one nasty comment
behind her back, but she didn't care.  She just liked being the centre
of attention.

It was late afternoon, turning into evening, when Carly got home from
work.  She was standing in the hallway, still dressed in her short
black skirt and white blouse, when all of a sudden she heard a noise. 
Turning to see what it was, she was horrified to see a tall man
holding a knife standing behind her.

Panicking, she started to run, but the man grabbed her from behind,
covering her mouth with one of his hands.  With the other, he brought
the knife up to her face so that she could see it.

In a low voice, he growled, "Scream, bitch, and I'll slash your pretty
face.  Understood?"  When she didn't respond, he repeated, "Understand
me, bitch?"

Terrified, Carly nodded her head.  The man grinned.  "Who else is in
the house?"

"No-one," she replied, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her head
backwards.

"And where is your bedroom?"

Carly shuddered: she had hoped this would just be simple robbery, but
it was becoming clear to her that it would be more than that. 
"Upstairs," she finally admitted.

The stranger tugged her by her hair again, dragging her over to the
foot of the stairs then pulling her roughly up them, kicking her when
she stumbled and nearly fell.  He kept the knife to her face or throat
the whole time, a stark warning of how dangerous he could be if he
chose to.  He shoved her through the bedroom door and she fell roughly
to the ground at his feet.

He slammed the door shut behind him then turned to face her.  "Stand
up, you fucking whore!" he yelled, and she clumsily scrambled to her
feet.  He took a few seconds to admire her body, licking his lips as
he ran his eyes over her full curves.  "You're a pretty little slut,
aren't you?  What type of work do you do, slut?"

"I work at... at a shop..." 

"Doing what, bitch?" he interrupted. 

"Stacking s-shelves, s-serving customers," she stammered, looking away
from his intense gaze.

"You wear jeans to work?"

She looked at him, confused.  "No, a skirt."  

"Take your top off, bitch," he said, ignoring her questioning look.
She fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, eventually allowing the
light white garment to drop to the floor.  He eyed her appraisingly,
noting the way her tits seemed to strain against the restriction of
her bra.

"You wearing a thong, bitch?"  She nodded.  "Take off your skirt,
then."

In seconds it was dropped at her feet, the black material pooling
around her ankles.  He bent down and yanked it out from under her
feet, nearly knocking her over.  Using the knife he ripped it to
shreds then used the longer strips to bind her wrists tightly behind
her back.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, particularly the extra thrust
the position gave to her ample chest.  She shivered a little from the
cold air her skin was now exposed to.

"So fucking pretty..." he said.  "Don't you look like a right little
whore now, bitch?"

She nodded slightly.  She *felt* like a whore, standing stripped to
the undies and bound in front of this man who seemed to see her only
as an object.  He played the knife lightly over her face, then dragged
it gently down her neck.  When he reached her chest, he sliced the bra
off, and her tits bounced free of the restraining material.  He
grabbed a handful of her right tit, squeezing it hard before letting
it bounce back into place.  He let his fingernails find her stiff
nipple, pinching and nipping at them before taking them in his mouth
and biting them.  She cried out in pain and he laughed.

He continued to tug and pinch at them while asking, "And your pussy...
would that be shaved... or trimmed... or just a big hairy bush?"

She blushed as she admitted, "Shaved." 

"Shaved like the fucking whore that you are!" he laughed, with a final
slap to her nipples.  Two more slashes with the knife and the pieces
of her thong were held triumphantly in his hand.  They soon joined the
rest of the discarded clothing on the floor as he shoved his hand into
her pussy, pulling hard on her clit a few times before sticking two of
his fingers into her hot cunt.  She struggled against him, trying to
pull herself away from his hands.

In return, he grabbed her hair again, pushing her to her knees.  He
rubbed his cock over her face, then rubbed it on her tits too,
grinning as she tried to pull away from his huge member.  "Open that
fucking whore mouth of yours and take my cock like the whore you are!"
 She opened her mouth and he shoved his way in, "Come on, whore!  Suck
it!"

She immediately started to suck timidly on his cock, and he rammed it
further down her throat.  She could feel herself starting to gag, but
it just seemed to heighten his pleasure to have her tight throat
muscles constricting around his bulging cock.  She expected him to cum
down her throat, but to her surprise, he pulled out, grabbing her and
nearly throwing her onto the bed.

Turning her so she was facedown, he untied her wrists and retied them
roughly to the bedposts, then spread her legs wide and tied her ankles
too.  Her curvy ass waved in the air as she struggled to pull herself
free of the restraints, yelling at him to let her go.  He simply
stroked his cock, incredibly turned on by how helpless she looked tied
to the bed.

He ran a hand over her ass cheeks and she tried to move away, but the
restraints were too tight.  "You like being a cock-teaser, bitch?" he
asked.  "Showing off your ass in those tight pretty skirts but never
letting anyone touch it?"

"Please don't hurt me!" 

He smacked her firmly on the ass.  "Answer the question, bitch!"

Carly sobbed, "Yes, yes I like it!"

He smacked her on the ass again.  "Why do you do it, bitch?"

"I don't know!" 

He leant forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until she
almost felt her neck would snap.  "Do you KNOW what I do to
cockteasters like you?"

"No?" she barely managed to get out. 

"I rape their tight little asses," he hissed, letting go of her hair
so that her head dropped back onto the bed.  She screamed, pleading
with him to leave her alone.  "Stuff the screaming, bitch.  You
deserve this."  He slapped her ass.  "Go on, say it.  Say, 'I'm a
fucking cock teasing slut and I deserve to be raped like a whore.' 
Say it."

"Please, just leave me alone!"  She couldn't believe this was
happening - worse, she couldn't believe that her body was betraying
her and she was getting so wet.

"Say it.   Say it exactly as I told you or I'll cut your fucking
breasts off with my knife."

Carly managed to stammer out, "I'm a.. a fucking c-cock teasing slut! 
I d-deserve to be  r-raped like a whore!"

He laughed, then picked up the remains of her thong and skirt.  He
shoved the thong in her mouth, binding it in place with the skirt
material, tightly gagging her.  Climbing over her, he began to rub his
cock up and down her ass crack.  "Feels nice, doesn't it, slut?" he
asked.  She shook her head, the gag preventing her from speaking. 
"You like that, you fucking whore?" Without any warning, he parted her
asscheeks and forced his cock into her tight asshole.  She screamed
into the gag as the pain tore through her.

He leant forward and grabbed her nipples, pinching them hard before
ramming his cock further into her ass.  She was crying into her gag as
he pulled out and shoved himself back in even harder than before,
complete ignoring her pain.  He was practically ripping her ass apart,
going faster and harder with each thrust, his balls slapping against
her cheeks.  She could feel him cumming, shooting his load deep into
her ass.

Her relief lasted only a moment as he grabbed the knife and sliced her
restraints open, turning her onto her back and then removing the gag. 
Straddling her, he rubbed his cock in her face, cum dripping from it
all over her, and forced her to lick it clean and swallow the sticky
mess.  Her cunt was hot, but she hadn't cum, and didn't dare try to
relieve herself.

His cock cleaned, he stood up, rezipping his pants up.  He looked at
her, her face dripping with cum and her body battered, the remains of
the restraints still round her wrists and ankles.

"I'll be back for you another day, cunt." 

~~~~~~

End

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