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[rvplymates]

I didn’t think I could take it much longer or that you could hurt me any more then you were, or that my body could cum again.  I howled as you raped me even harder with your huge cock.  You seemed to like that as you called me a rape slut and then you followed it with Betty Boop, which made me angry and also made me feel even more humiliated.  You had me wondering if this need was already in me or if you somehow made me want what you were doing.  I cried out as you spanked my breasts even harder and yanked me back as you slammed into me over and over.

“Please stop, please, it is hurting me.”  I screamed as I came again and heard you chuckle as you knew that I also wanted what you were doing to me by now.  I screamed again and again as pain, humiliation and need ran through me.

[ChiK73]

   I shook my head side to side, desperately trying to resist both you, as well as myself. Those dirty lonely nights I would touch myself there, the same response, intensified, adding to my shame that I would draw even an ounce of pleasure from this vile act. He was larger, thicker, loner than anything i had ever even imagined using on myself, and I could only imagine the permanent damage he was inflicting on my private of places.
   I found my legs and arms gripping him tightly, involuntarily, as I tried to bite into his neck to ease the pain I was still feeling between those shuddering moments where I lost control and screamed for more. I felt even wetter, hotter, and i soon felt I was becoming his, a sick desire to be taken entering my mind, and he began speaking, his words sending another wave of terror through my mind and body.
   "No! We didn't start this war! It was the soldiers! Please! You're hurting me!"
I continued to shake my head, gasping for breath, denying his each and every fierce statement he pounded into my ears, as he pounded into my wetness with even more passion.
   "Ex...terminate? No, you said you wouldn't kill me! You promised!" My struggles of panic only seemed in increase your thrusts to an even more unbearable level.
   "No, no, don't do that inside of me! We're not married, you can't do this if we're not married!" He seemed so ignorant of common courtesy and custom, how could he be so crude to me? The waves of sickening pleasure had seemed to pass now, and it was beginning to hurt again, burning and abrasive, as I had nothing left, yet he continued to pound into me, without relenting for a moment. His sweat dripped down on my face and hair, and i could look into his eyes, seeing a rage, but distant, beyond me. It felt suddenly as if he was going to finally release me from this evil act, but he only seemed to release something else, as he thrust into me one more time, with an even greater force, and flooded my insides with hot stickiness, sending me into another brief squealing instant of sinful enjoyment, and he thrust several times more, before collapsing on top of me. His weight kept me inned below him, his hand firmly gripping my hair, keeping me in place. I lay trembling below him, scared to try to move, and his body seemed to gain weight, as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Eventually, he shrank down, and slid out of me, a warm trickle dribbling from me, as i lay in both of our wetness on the bed. Those stains, if i didn't get to them, I would never be able to clean them out. I shook my head again, I had more to be concerned with than my housekeeping duties. I could not get out from under him for a long time, his breath heavy on my skin, his snoring preventing me from sleeping myself.
   Somewhere along the way, I passed out, and awoke with a start in the absolute blackness of twilight. I squirmed gently, carefully peeling the fingers from my hair, and easing out from under him. I could run, hide, escape somehow. But if he found me, what would he do to me? I would have to...kill him. But how? I had sinned all evening, I knew I was denied Heaven from this very sick and cruel man, so what more could I lose?
   I went to the kitchen, and found a long knife, with a curved blade, which the cooks used to slice large pies. It was quite heavy, but one well placed strike would end his life instantly. I would decapitate him. Or should I cut off that sick thing he used inside of me first? My tummy growled as I contemplated my plan. It would need to wait, for i was quite hungry. I set the knife on the table, and began preparing myself a very early morning breakfast. My hands slowed in their trembling as I performed this familiar task, and I nearly became a normal person again.

[kimbra_ailis]

I choke and scream.Crying out. As you for my butt further up and my legs wider, I feel you hit something painful inside of me. A sharp stab of pain radiating through my body. Each time you slam into me, a new lance of pain. I try to kick my legs but it only makes the pain worse.

Finally you release the belt from my throat. I cant breath real well but its better than before. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Your molesting my breasts. Pulling at them. Ripping at them. I cant look but I can imagine bruises are forming. Deep ugly blue and purple bruises. Finger nail marks. Like you are trying to claw them from my body.

[phtlc]

I don’t know how long I slept for. I just recall it was a damned good one. Having fucked my hate into that bitch release all my pent up rage. Knowing that she was a virgin made it all the much better. I was hurting her physically and destroying her dignity, by humiliating her like an animal while fucking her as one. She would remember her defloration for the rest of her life, however short that may be. I would not kill her. No point in doing that when she could provide pleasure for following platoons, but as a rape whore captured in war got overused, they often ended up sick or just to nasty looking even for a dog to fuck. Usually that was the end of the line for them. Without a cunt that somebody wanted to use, she had no business being alive. But that would be later with some other soldier. I would keep my promise to her. I could hear her making noise in the kitchen

Some random firing outside, in volleys awakened me. The nature of the volleys suggested that firing squads were taking place. Good. Public executions do wonders to make a population submit. Collective punishments were also good. I didn’t care what happened to these people. Fuck them..they asked for this!

She came back and I pretended to be asleep, just to see what she would do. I wasn’t terribly surprised when she produced a knife. Looking down at me I could tell what she was thinking and keeping my eyes open barely a slit I lay there appearing vulnerable. For I knew that she didn’t have it in her. Killing is not as easy as it appears in the movies. Killing a sleeping person was even harder. Besides, she was not trained in combat so even if she tried I would easily defend myself and teach her a brutal lesson. She wisely walked away, blindly unaware that I had been aware of her every move

Getting out of bed, I walked quietly to the kitchen as she prepared food. She did not evn notice my presence. Her back was turned. She was wearing what was left of the torn nightgown and it barely covered her now, but I guess having it on gave her some comfort. It wouldn’t for long.

Sneaking up behind her I pounced, bending her forward over the table as she screamed. I tore off the gown and threw it on the floor. Grabbing the long knife she had brought into the room I held it to her neck as she screamed. Moving my erect cock up between her butt cheeks I asked her one simple question.

“What were you thinking of when you watched me sleeping?”