Best Friend

Best Friend

The rape of my son's best (girl) friend. Stealing into her home in the middle of the night, Darrin wakes her. Ties her up and has his way with her. All characters are 18+

Story Codes:Rp, M/F, Aphyx, Tort, Elec Tort, Bind, Anal, Hetero, Teen, Cauc, Home Inv

DISCLAIMER: FICTION. FANTASY. NOT REAL. NEVER WOULD OR COULD HAPPEN. DID I MENTION IT'S FICTION???

She was my son's best friend since they were little. Growing up they were always together every chance they had. Over the years I'd wondered if there was more to it than friendship, but he always told me there wasn't. I knew her family well, we went to each other's houses for parties, birthdays, holidays, and the like. Her Dad and I would often watch football together drinking beer or, if his wife wasn't home, smoking a little weed.

Her name was Ellie. She had long, thin blonde hair, and light blue eyes. She'd always been beautiful, if pretty thin. When she was born she had some heart defect that's required several surgeries as she grew up. Her Mom explained that's why she was thin. When Ellie wore tank tops, you could see a little scar peeking up on the top. In her teens, she was finally allowed to play sports so she started doing gymnastics and developed quite a gymnast body. Quite thin, but strong arms and legs.

Then she turned 18. All it took was her coming to visit my son 1 time. It was summer, she wore a surprisingly low cut tank top. Her arms were perfect. Thin, yet with muscle to them. I could see her cleavage and her breasts pushing against the fabric of her top. She had a beautifully tight little ass and thin, gymnasts' legs. It was that day I knew what I was gonna do.

Her parents were out of town and asked me to keep an eye on their place and Ellie, of course I agreed. I happened to know they'd had trouble with their rear sliding glass door locking properly, so this wasn't gonna be hard.

This wasn't the first time I'd raped someone. I've done it many times over the years and I definitely have a "type". I love them thin, under 25, and smallish breasts. My first time was sort of an accident. Well, STARTED by accident anyway.

I was 20, in my prime, and just loved getting laid. I was always kinda mean to my girlfriends...some dug it, some didn't. But I never forced myself on a woman or hurt a woman before. I was at a friend's house named Eileen. I wanted her, but she only saw me as a friend. She was roughly 5'1" or so, brunette hair streaked with a kind of subtle red and perfectly my type. So there I was at her house, drinking her Father's beer, and she and I had smoked some weed when she announced she was gonna take a shower. I was thinking about what she looked like washing herself, wondering if it felt good when she washed her tits and pussy. I could hear her get out of the shower and go into her room to dress and I got up to go pee.

I walked down an unfamiliar hallway with all the doors closed and just opened the one I figured was probably the bathroom. It was not the bathroom. I opened the door and was confronted by a stark-naked Eileen. She. Was. HOT. Brunette hair, perfectly proportioned body, flat belly and I noticed her pussy was shaved. She looked at me in confusion and said "umm...wrong room?". I said nothing, just stared at her perfect body. I took a step towards her and she looked at me in alarm "Darrin? Are you ok?" I took another step and her expression changed from confusion to fear. This day I was going to learn 3 things about myself that would stay with me my entire life. The first was, the look of fear on a woman's face was just intoxicating to me. I'd never experienced this before, I was surprised, concerned, and turned on all at the same time. A 3rd step took me right up to her, she was clutching a towel to her chest now and trying to back away, but her bed was in the way. "What are you doing?" she asked plaintively. "Get out!". I can't say what happened to me, and it still happens to this day when I'm kinda surprised by something sexual. I wasn't exactly "in a fog", but I felt harder than I'd ever been in my life. I felt kinda like a had a fever.

I reached out and tore the towel from her clutching fingers and shoved her down on the bed. She tried to get up, but I just shoved her down again and put one knee on her bed between her legs. At this point she screamed out loud. My left hand shot out and grabbed her neck choking her, and my right hand slapped the shit out of her. It was a resounding slapping sound. Her face turned red and she let out a choked little yelp. This is when I learned the 2nd thing. I liked hurting girls. It turned me on even more. Looking down at her struggling to breath, her face getting redder each passing moment from both the slap and lack of air and contorted in a grimace of pain. I didn't know a human being could be this turned on. Keeping a hold on her neck I unbuckled my belt and took off my pants and underwear. I was rock fucking hard. I swear I think I could have chiseled rock with my dick right then. I just thrust it in her. One strong, hard move all the way to the hilt. It must have hurt her dry pussy because her eyes got real wide and her mouth moved to try and scream in pain. Her hands wear scrabbling at my wrist trying to get my hand off her to and breathe. I let go of her neck, grabbed her hips and just started thrusting for all I was worth. With all my strength. When I released her she took in a long, coarse breath and started panting for air and tears started running down her face as she started to cry. This is when I learned the 3rd important fact on this day. I loved it when they cried.

It was as exciting and electric to me as the fear and pain. But all 3 together? Simply unreal. I was pumping in and out of her, I could feel her natural lubrication starting and in some separate part of my mind I remember being kind of surprised that now she was wet she wasn't enjoying it. I didn't care, just surprised. I left her sobbing on her bed, her pussy red from the punishment with cum beginning to leak out of it. As I pulled my pants up I just took in the sight of her perfect body, beautiful skin, with tears streaking down her face and neck. I'll never forget it. It was one of many perfect moments to come. It didn't occur to me I raped her until later that night. I was replaying it in my mind as I jacked off. Fear. Pain. Tears....rape. The word "Rape" was supposed to be a horrible word suggesting monsters and terrible trauma and evil. It did none of those things. Whispering the word to myself "rape. I raped her" started that fever feeling again and put me over the edge and I came. She never told anyone, I always wondered why.

For a couple years it became sort of an obsession. The drive and passion it evinced in me nearly got me caught more than once. Over time I learned patience and control as I awaited opportunity. Opportunity always came, partly because there was something about me that made people, especially women, feel safe. I was kind, charming, and friendly to the outside world. Sometimes opportunity came in the spur of the moment and a flash decision is made to rape. A woman jogging alone at night. A gorgeous nurse getting off 2nd shift walking to her car in a deserted parking garage. It never quieted my desires. Each time I did it seemed to fuel my need. I learned to hurt them in different ways. Some I tied up and restrained. Some I didn't. I only kidnapped a couple of them, and it was next level for me. I could write a book on the women I'd raped.

The reminiscing brought a smile to me, and my dick already started getting hard as I walked through her back yard that night. I started just thinking to myself I'm gonna see what Ellie's tits look like. I'm gonna rape Ellie. I was rock hard before I even put a hand on the sliding glass door.

I took a moment in the kitchen to pet their dog. It knew me, knew my scent. There was no reason for him to sound the alarm. Besides, I liked the dog. Baily was his name. I took some leftover meatloaf out of the fridge and give it to him smiling. I had a real affection for Baily.

I crept quietly up the stairs putting on a ski-mask, it wouldn't do to have her see my face. Her bedroom door was ajar affording me a look into the room at her bed. It was a warm night so she had only a sheet on pulled up just below her waist. She lying on her side facing the door and was wearing white underwear and a white sleep shirt with spaghetti straps. She was beautiful. I felt a wave of love and desire for her go through me. I moved into the room and quietly closed the door behind me. Anticipation of what was to come almost always threatens to drive me to carelessness and this time was no different. Running through my mind what I was going to do to her, with her laying there not knowing enhanced by excitement. It was time.

Moving swiftly to the side of her bed I clamped my hand firmly on her mouth and leaned on top of her from the side. Her eyes flew open and she immediately began struggling in vain. Her arms and hands alternating between trying to hit me and push me away. I never took my eyes off hers as I produced a scary looking knife. It wasn't actually a very practical blade, but women respond to scary. I put the tip at her neck and shook my head back and forth. Her struggles subsided as I straddled her, sitting on her stomach looking down at her. I put the knife away and grabbed her neck threatening to choke her like I did Eileen so very long ago. I flipped her on her stomach and forced her hands behind her back, tying them together. She started saying "No! Please don't! I'll do anything! Don't hurt me!" as I flipped her over again. Then I slung her over my shoulder and moved to the hallway. As I've said, she was no more than 5'4" and she couldn't have weighed 100 lbs. I took her into her parent's room. Her parents, my good friends, had a bed with a high headboard and weighty, solid vertical rungs from side to side. I threw her on their bed and watched as she looked quickly, fearfully, around the room looking for help. Any kind of help that would end this waking nightmare. She was scared. But not as scared as she was gonna be.

I sat Ellie upright against her parent's headboard and tied a thin rope around her neck fastening it to one of the rungs. It wasn't tight enough to cut off all air, but it would if she struggled too much. I tied both of her wrists spread out to each side to the rungs, hands about level with her head. Then I forced her knees bent with her heels touching her ass and tied them around ankle and thigh. She was starting to cry now. She tried to pull her head side to side and forward and gagged as a result of the rope. She just started saying "please" over and over while looking at me with wide, fearful eyes. I went to all this trouble because I have 2 fetishes 2 things I like to enjoy and spend time on. Tone arms is one. Call me crazy, but the sight and thought of touching and caressing tone, thin arms really turns me on. The 2nd thing is breasts. I love breasts and love it when I have the time to spend on them. Tonight I had that time. The only thing that I regretted was I couldn't talk. She'd recognize my voice. Words can impart more terror and fear than a knife, or even a gun.

Now I wanted scissors. I wanted to cut her night shirt off slowly. A knife tends to be quick and it's hard to control the progression of the cut. Searching in the drawers of the room, I finally found them. Then I sat cross-legged between her legs and started cutting the shirt from the bottom. I inched my cut up slowly, my gaze alternating between what I was doing and her face. She was crying now. Her tears cut lines down her face and some made it to her neck. I wiped her face with my thumb and licked the tears off it. Continuing to cut I got it about 4 inches above her belly button and paused, enjoying the sight of her taut stomach, heaving in harmony with her crying. I cut higher, slowly exposing more flesh. When I got right below her breasts I could see the beginnings of her scar. It was thin and delicate, much like she was. I continued cutting, between her breasts, ever so careful not to uncover them...anticipation can be like a narcotic. Finally I reached the top of her shirt cutting it in half with each half still covering a breast. My breath quickened with the moment. So long I'd wanted to see her breasts. So long I'd fantasized about what they would look like. So long I'd lusted for them, and here the moment was. I pulled the now cut sides of her shit away, gently, and exposed her breasts.

They were...amazing. A bit less than a handful. They sat high on her chest with no dipping down at all. They looked almost chiseled from stone. Her areolas were small, smaller than I'd ever seen before, maybe a little bigger than a dime. Even smaller nipples were situated on them. They were erect, sticking out about 1/3 of an inch. I just sat there in awe of the moment, tears beginning to form in my own eyes. I wanted to touch them, taste them...but not yet.

I cut the straps holding her shirt on and completely removed it. Then I positioned my hands on each of her biceps, feeling the fear in them, they were taut with strain as she struggled against the ropes on her wrists. I slowly moved my hands up her arms towards her shoulders. Taking time to feel the muscles and tendons. Enjoying the contours, feeling the dip of bicep giving way to the ball of the shoulder, then to the pectoral, tracing my way from shoulder to chest, resting my hands just about her breasts. I could feel the slickness of her sweat mixed with tears. Then I took a deep breath, watching every inch of the way as I slowly moved my hands down to her beautiful mounds and sat there for a minute, just cupping them. Then slowly, gently, I grasped them...they were so FIRM! I massaged each one slowly, with increasing vigor and enjoyment. I squeezed each nipple between forefinger and thumb. Gently at first, then harder and harder, eventually using my nail to pinch them. She let out a pained moan as I pinched harder and harder. "Owww...uhhhh.....stop please...OWWW!" she gasped. I heard her choke as she pulled her head to far forward against the rope. I released her nipples and felt my way down and around the roundness of her breasts, down to her waist where I grasped and began to squeeze hard, my thumbs pressing into her abdomen and her crying intensified. It was better than I imagined. I regretted my decision not to take her so I could spend days, even weeks on her. I thought I may just cum right now.

I leaned forward and kissed and licked her neck. I could feel the tendons tense up under my tongue. I kissed down to her shoulder, then to the top of the scar between her breasts. I kissed down the length of it gently, I heard her tearful cries when I licked my way back up it. All the way back to her neck, then I began biting her neck. Her cries grew louder as a tightened my bite. I stopped just before breaking the skin. I then worked my way back down to her glorious, firm tits. I sucked on the left one. Making love to her breast with my mouth. Licking and teasing the nipple. I kissed to her under-breast, then suddenly and viscously bit down hard. My bite was wide to get my mouth around as much of it as I could, and just bit in. She screamed her loudest yet and started begging me to stop. While biting her tit, I mauled her other one with my hand. Rough, squeezing the fleshy mound hard, pulling it up, down, left and right. Her screams and crying played a symphony to my ears.

When I was done, I allowed my hand to trail across her underwear near her vagina as I back away. I was thirsty and too ready to cum right now. It was time to take a break and regain control. This night would NOT be over until I was ready. There was more to be done.

I went downstairs and got 2 glasses of water and a straw. See? I'm not a true monster. She was going to live, and I was going to ensure she got to drink. I petted Bailey for a bit, he rolled over wanting me to pet his stomach. I mean, how do you say no to something that cute? I drank some water, and when my raging hard on was under control I went back upstairs. I stood in the doorway for a minute just looking at her. Naked, tied up the way she was, her eyes red and puffy from crying, tears dripping from her face to her breasts, it was another perfect moment for my memory. As I approached the bed she pleaded "will you let me go? Please, I swear I won't tell anyone". I smiled and shook my head as I sat down next to her and offered her the straw. She refused it, she probably would regret not taking advantage of that later tonight.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice somewhere between a sob and a whine. I never really understood why almost all of them asked that. Why? Seriously? What do they expect to hear? Why? Because turns me on. Because I like it. Because I want to. That's why. The apparent stupidity of the question always made me mad. As I sat down between her legs again, I noticed a wet spot on her underwear. Was it from the crying? The fear induced sweating? Was some part of her turned on? I've seen this before and always found it interesting when women responded this way to fear and pain. I mean, I never really cared if they enjoyed it or not. I know a couple women I've raped came, but most don't. Maybe one day I may try kidnapping another woman and try to make her cum. I shrugged. It's not important. THEY are not important. I, am what is important. The smell and taste of their fear combined with their cries of pain coming together culminating in the most intense orgasms I've ever felt is what's important.

I put my finger on the wet spot in her underwear. I looked up at her and cocked by head to one side questioningly. I doubt she realized I was curious through my mask. She just turned her head away from my gaze as far as she could without choking and made a pitiful whining noise. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I started rubbing her pussy through her underwear. She REALLY didn't like that. She started bucking, flailing her knees back and forth, straining at her bonds until he started choking so hard I thought she may pass out. With no ceremony I cut her underwear off. I had really hoped she shaved her pussy, and I was not disappointed. Ellie's pussy lips were thin, dainty really. Her clitoris was comfortably nestled between them. Just to see what would happen I started rubbing her clit gently. She didn't seem to enjoy it, she just started crying again and breathing these raspy, choking breaths. I'm not sure how'd I'd felt if she liked it, but I know I really like her not liking it. At this point I removed the rope from around her neck and she moved her head around a bit. Then she fucked up. She tried to head butt me! It took me by surprise and she kinda connected, but not really. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head roughly to my left then smacked her face. Not super hard, but enough to sting. Then I just kept doing it. Slap. Slap. Slap. Until her cheek was brutally red. I let her head go and watched her for a few seconds. Then started slapping her tits. Oooh, she cried and screamed now! Crack, crack, crack, crack. After a couple minutes she was screaming so hard with each slap of her breasts. They looked lovely, jiggling back and forth with each slap. Like really firm Jello, the impact of my attentions rippled across the breast. Then as soon as it stopped moving, CRACK, again.

Rooting around in my pocket a grabbed a taser. I really like these. The one I have makes their whole body shake uncontrollably if I keep it on them. I don't like to do that much though because it makes these really ugly burns on their skin. A quick jolt just hurts a lot and leaves a red area, sometimes a small burn, but not if I'm careful. I held it up so she could see it and her eyes got wide again in terror and she immediately started loudly crying "No! Please, NO! I'll do anything". Oh honey, I thought, you have no choice but to do anything. Then I tased the inside of her thigh. She jolted and screamed, her body shaking with pain. Then I put it on her wonderfully flat, hard, belly. Her belly tightened up, she shook her head back and forth frantically. Even though I was still clothed I rubbed my dick as I pulled the trigger. SNAP! She jumped at the current. Then, smiling, I touched it to the underside of the tit I didn't bite. She started struggling harder than ever against her bonds, frustrated at her helplessness, shaking her head violently side to side, and made a mewling sound that nearly had my dick busting out of my pants. I moved the taser from side to side a bit enjoying this. Then I triggered it and held it there for a count of 3. Her entire body tensed up and shook, a strangled sound emanated from deep inside her. When I stopped, her body was sitting there limply and covered in sweat as tears continued to streak down her face and chest.