Rachel

[Kendall]

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I watched the clock all day. I had logged several hours of overtime since Monday so I could have Friday off, making a four day weekend instead of three. I also watched the elevator. My boss’s daughter, Rachel, was expected. She was a beautiful woman. Fun loving , but shy and kind, and I had wanted her for years. My cock got hard, just thinking about her, never mind the sadistic fantasies. I knew that she and her father, my boss, would go to dinner, and she would be home around 11:00. Often she was a little tipsy and her father would put her in a cab.
“Hi Jason,” she said. I opened my eyes. She was standing there looking at me, an odd expression on her pretty face. Her Father was beside her.
“Jason, I appreciate your dedication to your job, but , you should go home to sleep. You’ve logged more than forty hours this week, take tomorrow off and enjoy your weekend,” Mr. Jones said. I grabbed my things, while they held the elevator for me. They talked, never turning around to me. A good thing, considering I was staring at her legs, imagining them, wrapped around my waist. I pretended to be busy with my phone, but had little interest beyond the pictures of her legs and ass, I surreptitiously snapped.
“Bye Jason,” Rachel said, “see you later.”
“You bet,” I responded. Sooner than you know bitch.

I watched the small house. It was nearly 12:00 and the little bitch wasn’t home yet. Everything was ready. Zip ties, duct tape, a knife, and rope, lots and lots of rope. Finally a car pulled up in front of her house. She got out of the Uber and a guy got out with her. I watched as the Uber drove away. The guy kissed Rachel. Rachel pushed him away and slapped him. Before I hardly knew what I was doing, I had my hammer in my hand and strode across the street. The guy threw his hands up and walked away. I bowed my head, my hoodie obscured my identity. She watched as he walked away, ignoring the innocent passerby, before closing the door. I waited out of sight, until he was gone. After a few more moments, I made my way to the top of her steps on her front porch. I knocked. A moment later, the door, flew open.
“Josh, I already told you…” By the time she, realized it wasn’t Josh, I was in, my right arm around her neck and kicking the door closed, behind me. She grabbed my arm, but she was unable to dislodge it. She used the last of her oxygen, and I laid her down. I rolled her over, and, using a zip tie, I bound her wrists behind her. Flipping her over, I placed three pieces of duct tape over her mouth. I tossed her over my shoulder, carrying her to her bedroom. As I approached, she came around, assessed her situation and screamed.
“Sh sh sh, Rachel, if you scream, the only person who will do hear you is me, and you will only piss me off,” I said, slapping her ass, which was near my head. I kicked open her bedroom door which was ajar. The room was decorated with a large four post bed, with a head board with five thick vertical pieces of oak bars. She had made it too easy. I tossed her onto her own bed. I knelt down straddling her. I affixed her ankles to the foot board of her bed and turned around and stared her in her eyes. I could see the recognition in her eyes and could almost hear her cute voice saying my name beneath her gag. I smiled and leaned in and licked her cheek from her jaw to her ear. I reached into my bag and removed a third length of rope. I looped it around the middle rung of the head board. I made a noose and placed it around her neck, tightening the slip knot.
“Don’t struggle too much or you’ll hang yourself bitch.” I moved my attention to her belt and pulled her pants down, as much as I was able. She screamed and cursed into her gag. I savagely slapped her across the face, following up, with an equally savage backhand.
“Shut up, or I’ll cut your tongue out.” I produced the knife. She looked at it, fear etched on her beautiful face. I relished her fear, savoured it. With a sadistic smile, I, cut her shirt away. She was wearing a black sports bra, which I likewise disposed of. I often thought of what she would look like under her clothes. I knew she’d be beautiful but I didn’t realize just, how beautiful, and I was gonna violently violate her. Claim her for myself. I slapped her pussy a couple of times. She jumped a little, her feet were tied tightly and the noose around her neck didn’t give her much wiggle room. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about her comfort, I wanted to hurt her. I slammed into her.
“Shit bitch, with a hot body like that, I never would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” I sneered. I thrust forward, and Rachel screamed at her virginity being taken away from her.
“Sorry, were a virgin.” I was loving it. Not only was I fucking Rachel Jones, the only child of my boss, not only was she loosing her virginity to rape, but I was dry humping a virgin pussy. I savagely slapped Rachel’s pretty face again. The pain on her face was a powerful aphrodisiac. I enjoyed inflicting pain on beautiful women. The more beautiful she was, the more pain I had to inflict. Rachel would have to endure so much more pain than I had ever inflicted. The slaps were just the start. I pounded into her as I slapped, punched, spit on her. Finally, I felt myself ready to explode. I shot, what felt like gallons of baby batter deep into her. She wept. I wasn’t done yet. Unfortunately I was too tired t I left her where she was. I came back a couple of minutes later. I undid the noose. She looked up at me. I smiled and kissed her gagged lips, before sliding the bondage hood over her head, before returning the noose to her neck.
“Tomorrow, we’re gonna find out if that cute ass of yours, is virgin as well.” I turned off the lights and left her, naked and hooded. What she experienced today, was a walk in the park, compared to what she was going to endure tomorrow.


Rachel quaked as I approached her. My hands balled into fists.

“You afraid bitch?” I asked. She nodded. I smiled, “You should be,” I said. I climbed on the bed, straddling the bound, blonde, beauty. I slapped her face, drawing a slight whimper from, her stuffed mouth. I back handed her, repeating the process with my other hand. Looking down at her pretty face, wet with tears, made me grin. I moved back, lower on the bed and slowly, toyed wit her pussy. Her gag did little to muffle the cute noises she made in response. I ripped the clothespin away and slammed into her.

“Did that hurt bitch?” I asked. When I got no response, I gave her a savage slap across her face. “I asked a question. I expect an answer.” She quickly nodded. I smiled, “Good.” I slammed in harder. She wailed in pain. I was delighted as a trickle of blood oozed around my cock and onto the bed. The more I forced into Rachel, the more savage my thrusts, the more savage my thrusts became, the more she moaned in pain, which pushed me closer to an orgasm.

“I love that you’re so tight, bitch,” I mocked. Her tears of shame and pain were a delight and her sobs were like sweet music, but I slapped her across her pretty face anyway. Finally, I came, spurting deep inside of her. I’d have put money on her being pregnant. I pulled out, cum and blood pooling on her bed between her thighs.

I smiled down at her, climbed off her, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be back love,” I said, laughing.



I returned to the room a short time later, my black bag in hand. I dropped it on the bed, opening it, watching Rachel’s pretty urine and cum stained face pain and humiliation written in tears. I reached in and removed a small riding crop, a few lengths of rope and a smaller bag that clinked. I freed Rachel from her bed. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her, before tying a noose which went around her neck and the slipknot was pulled tight.

“On your knees bitch,” I snarled, kicking the back of her knees. With her wrists tied behind her, she had no way to break her fall and landed hard, on her knees. I took the other end of the rope, walking Rachel, on her knees. We walked to the living room, navigating the stairs carefully. I set my tablet up to record the next part. Rachel was hoisted and bent over, her forehead on the edge of the arm of the couch, and her sodden panties were removed from her mouth. I took my crop and gently ran it down her spine. I glanced down at her ass, that I had often fantasised about. I wanted to fuck her ass, but having just cum, it would be some time before I would be able to fuck her.

“Count the strikes,” I swung the crop.

“Aaauuugghh, one,” she screamed in pain, as the crop licked at her small ass. She dissolved into screaming sobs, her body shook, her small breasts jiggled. I swung the crop a second time and Rachel screamed a second time.

“Aaaauuuggghhh, two.” I swung again…

I woke up to the phone on the floor next to me, ringing. I picked it up and almost answered. I stopped and set it down. It was Rachel’s phone. I hoped they would leave a message. Sadly they didn’t seem to.
I got up, the sun was coming between the slats of the venetian blind. I raided her fridge and made myself breakfast and coffee, pouring a second cup, only half way. Rachel would have to earn her breakfast. I finished my breakfast and coffee, putting them in the sink, before making my way to the lovely captive in her room. She was still sleeping. I was mesmerized by her naked body. I watched her for a few moments. I approached the bed. I reached into my pocket and removed a few clothes pins. I stood over the bound, slumbering beauty. I reached across her, placing it over her right nipple, before snapping it closed. She moaned, and jumped, the noose tightening around her neck. I forced her head down, I reached under her neck and loosened the slipknot. She gasped in as much breath as her mask would allow. I attached another one to her left. She moaned in pain, making me a little hard. With a step to the left, I leaned over and inserted my left middle finger into her tight snatch. I began thrusting, before adding my index finger. She was still so tight, that it just took those two, to realize the change, in her body language, even with the bondage hood covering her pretty face. When I grabbed her clit, the change in her body language was noticeable. I attached the third clothes pin to her clit and her body thrashed in agony. I climbed onto the bed, straddling the amazing body. I batted the clothes pins as a cat might a small ball. The hood muffled her moans of pain. Smiling I undid the bottom of the hood. I slapped her hard across the face and squeezed her cheeks to open her mouth.
“If I even feel a tooth, I’ll extract each and every one, one at a time,” I growled as I forced myself into her warm mouth. She choked and gagged at the intrusion, but she quickly, obediently got her tongue gently licking up and down the shaft, her lips tightened gently and moved up and down as much as the noose would allow. I think she believed I would remove the clothes pins from her body, if she got me off. Silly girl. She sucked and licked, kissed and flicked.
“Damn girl, you’re a professional. Did your professional whore mom teach you to do that?” I asked, sneering. Rachel’s body sagged. Her mother had died some years earlier and they had been very close. I continued thrusting as she worked with her mouth, I blasted into her mouth. She chocked and gagged and gasped. I unzipped the rest of the mask. Her beautiful blue eyes, glared at me. I slapped her pretty face a few times. The expression on her face was part fear, part pain, part hate.
“l expect you will want breakfast.” She didn’t respond. I leaned down, my hand around her neck. I dragged my tongue up her jawline to her ear, where my tongue flicked into her ear. I released her neck. I knelt over her face again. My semi erect manhood was pointing at her cum stained mouth.
“You can either open your mouth and accept my gift, like a good whore, or I can beat you to within an inch of your life, stick a funnel between your cute little lips and feed it to you anyway,” I said quite matter of factly. With tears falling from her beautiful blue eyes, Rachel, opened her mouth and accepted my morning urine. She couldn’t swallow fast enough, so some of it, splashed on her face and in her hair.
“That’s a good look for you babe, your face drenched in my urine.” She looked at me. Tears freely flowing from her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes.
“Please, Jason, why’re doing this? I didn’t do anything to you.” She whimpered. I bent over and picked up Her discarded panties. I wiped myself dry and shoved them back into her mouth.
“Maybe you’ll get to have dinner,” I said as I turned and went into the toilet. As I washed my hands and went into the room, I considered, making Rachel eat my toilet offering, but decided against it, even my desire for Rachel to suffer had limits. The beauty on her bed with a belly full of my spunk and urine looked fragile, and frightened. She had every reason to be. I was just getting started. Soon, she would beg to drink my urine and my spunk.
“Are we having fun yet?”I asked as I approached the bed. She slumped back and shook in terror, only able to imagine what my twisted, sadistic mind had conceived for her. Unfortunately for her, she had no way of knowing just how much I would make her suffer, simply because I could and I would derive great pleasure from it.


Rachel grunted as I hammered into her tight ass. The ass that was a mass of angry red lash marks. The hammering cock in her sore ass made her wail. My left hand was wrapped in her hair as I pulled back hard hammering forward. Her pained wails, abused body and simply being Rachel, who I had secretly lusted after for years, was enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm. I yanked Rachel off the arm of the couch and onto her knees. Without pretense, or fanfare, I crushed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open.

“If I feel a single tooth, I’ll spend all day, ripping them out one by, one. Do you understand?” Though terrified and unable to vocalize her answer, she nodded as much as she could. I shoved my cock, previously in her ass into her tight warm mouth. She gagged and choked, her throat massaging the head of my cock, which was already about to explode, which it did. What felt like gallons of cum gushed down her throat. So enraptured by raping Rachel, I didn’t hear my phone beep. I grabbed Rachels hair and forced her to crawl on her hand and knees, my cock still in my mouth to retrieve my phone on the coffee table where it had been since I woke up. I read the text, and smiled.

‘Well my beautiful little cum slut, it appears as though our time is drawing to an end. You are the property of Mikhail Feofilakt.” Her eyes grew wide. A former employee of her father. Thus, a co-worker of mine, he had been fired for embezzling. Though the courts didn’t find him guilty, an internal investigation did. He swore he would get back at my boss, even threatening to ‘rape your daughter, Rachel to death’.

“No, Jason please. I’ll stay with you, I’ll be your slave, your fucktoy, your wife…anything. Please don’t sell me to Mikhail,” I slapped Rachel savagely.

“He’s already paid for you and directions where to meet him.” I threw some clothes at her. She put them on, crying the entire time, before I forced her into the garage through the garage door in the back of the kitchen where the hall started. I sat next to her, and duct taped her wrists to the steering wheel. The garage door opener was on her visor. We pulled into the street.

“Turn left,” I said, as I laid my gun in my lap. With tears in her beautiful eyes, she turned left. The road wasn’t busy as we drove through town. We turned into the docks and I directed Rachel to drive to the far side. When we arrived, Mikhail and another man were waiting beside a shipping container. I peeked inside the open door as Rachel was taken from the car. A chair was bolted down to the bottom. I grinned as I realized what was attached to it. A double dildo, one for her ass, one for her pussy. The other man who was with Mikhail fitted a ball gag in Rachel’s mouth and forced her to sit on the sit so the two phalluses went in their appropriate holes inside the poor girl.

“You’re coming with me to Russia where you’ll be my slave until I tire of you, my little whore,” Mikhail said. He slapped her and spat in her face before exiting the container and closing it and locking it. He shook my hand and walked away. I checked my phone. The money was already in my account. The last I saw of Rachel, was her storage container being loaded on a ship, bound for Russia to begin a life of sexual brutal slavery.

[Claire]

I hope that the author of this story will join us. I would like to read more from him.

To me, there are two things that stand out about this story. First, I find it interesting that Jason seems so much in his own head that he barely pays any attention to Rachel. For example, when he first captures her and then ties her to the bed, we get almost no description from him to how she reacts to all this. He slaps her ass while carrying her, binds her to the bed, undresses her, rapes her, but other than an occasional scream we get to see very little from his perspective how she reacts. Does she struggle, fight back? Or is she compliant, has she resigned herself to her fate? I don't know whether this minimal focus on her reactions was intentional, but I find it an interesting choice. It paints the picture of a rapist who is more focused on the idea of what he's doing and on executing the plan he has than someone who is concerned with what really happens.

The second thing is this: In my opinion, the story lacks a proper build up of tension that is then released in decisive moments. For example, early on it is said that he wanted to rape her for years at this point. But when he actually gets to it, it reads more like it's another day at the office. There is this moment when Jason comes for the first time:

Finally, I felt myself ready to explode. I shot, what felt like gallons of baby batter deep into her.

But there is no "After all these years, I finally did it. I felt deeply satisfied. While still panting from exhaustion, I looked at her and her crying face was exactly what I imagined it to be all those years." or anything like that that indicates that this is a special moment for him. Instead, the story just moves on with:

She wept. I wasn’t done yet. Unfortunately I was too tired t I left her where she was. I came back a couple of minutes later. I undid the noose.

The writing feels like checking off items from a list. Jason eating breakfast is given the same narrative weight as him coming inside of her for the first time. And that's make it difficult for me to immerse myself in the action. I know of course that Rachel's first rape is an important event and the text even tells me in the beginning that it is a highly anticipated moment for the narrator as well, but the writing treats it the same as... breakfast.

So my recommendationg would be: Try to give the important moments some weight, build them up, linger on them, bask for a while in the aftermath. That would, at least for me, make it easier to immerse myself in the story and feel something while reading it.

[Kendall]

He usually writes better than this. He asked if I could post it and didn't read it over. Probably wrote it years ago and found it and just thought, I'll get 'er to post it.