Episode 1: Debbie Is Initiated
Debbie had learned to hate this part of the first date ritual. Sure, she knew the routine. She had gone through it enough times that she knew it down pat! Earlier, she had cleaned up her apartment, especially the bedroom. Before the date, she had put on her sexiest lingerie, garter belt and stockings, 'fuck me' black leather stiletto heels, dabbed some perfume in all the strategic spots, and donned the slinky little black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress that she always saved for first dates. The dress was just high enough at the hem to show the hint of the stockings tops and just low enough in the front to allow the swelling of her breast to jiggle slightly when she laughed at her date's jokes, especially when she leaned forward while they did the intimate talk over wine ritual. She had to admit to herself that she DID like the thought of her date, whomever he happened to be at the time, sneaking peaks to her cleavage during such times.
And why shouldn't she enjoy the attention, along with her natural 36C tits, she had worked hard to develop a shape and image that commanded such attention. She had died her naturally dark hair blond and kept it long and straight in a manner that, in her mind, made her look ditsy and approachable. Nobody would know blonde was not her natural color since she kept her pubic hair and arms and legs and underarms shaved clean daily. She swam a mile every day at the health club. She liked to get her caloric intake by means of liquids and vitamin pills. This diet had the double advantage of keeping her slim and having reduced her bowl activity to an absolute minimum. She still remembered the one time that she had talked a lover into fucking her in her rear. She had loved it and had orgasmed almost continuously while he banged her, but his cock had come out of her covered in her shit. It had freaked him out so much that he got up from her bed, dressed and left. She had never heard from him again. Well, her diet had made her ass into the second fuck-hole that she felt that it was meant to be. However, she had never managed to talk another guy into doing her ass again.
But, now, she and her new potential lover had finished the dinner, the wine and the small talk and had travelled by his car back to her apartment. She knew that he assumed that she would invite him up to her place "for a nightcap or something". He would ask "or something?" Just about every guy had asked that, smiling at what he felt were unique cuteness. She would blush slightly and smile and say "yes, something". Soon, she would be nude, with him sucking her tits and fingering her pussy. They would end up in bed. She would blow his cock until he either came down her throat or pulled out and squirted his cum over her face and tits, then she would suck his dick some more until he got hard enough to fuck her. Afterward, they would fall asleep. In the morning, he would shower and dress, kiss her, even with her needing body remaining naked, and tell her that he would call her some time, only to be never heard from again. Maybe, if they had connected the night before, he would pound his cock into her needing cunt once more before he left. On the rare occasion when a relationship would develop, they would both have an assured fuck each Friday and Saturday night for a few weeks to months. Nevertheless, all such encounters that Debbie had had in the past had left her unsatisfied. It was rare for her to orgasm more than once or twice in any previous relationship, long term, short term or one-night stand.
Her sex life sucked!
Something snapped in her mind as they approached her apartment door. She stopped and turned to her date and assured him that while they would indeed end up fucking that night, she needed something more.
"Can you force me?"
"Force you to what? Fuck me?"
"Yes", Debbie sheepishly said.
"You want me to rape you?"
"Ahm,... yes". Debbie had immediately felt her nipples harden and her pussy contract.
Debbie stared, hoping he would say yes but afraid that he would find her deviant, up into his eyes.
His demeanor, at first one of shock, slowly turned to one of assurance. He smiled and said "if we start, I won't take 'no' for an answer. Rape means rape. I will force you to do whatever I want to do. You will do as I say, when I say it." It wasn't a question, it was a command.
Debbie did not exactly know what had come over her, and felt queasy at the thought of what she had started. HOWEVER, she liked the feelings that were coursing through her body. She shook her head in agreement with what he had said.
"We DO need an emergency stop code so that you can stop me if things get too aggressive", he told her. Debbie saw his eyes move from her face for an instant, then back to her imploring eyes. Then, "how about 'mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy'?"
Debbie almost laughed, but then he said, "You have to say the entire phrase to the last syllable, 'mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy', all in one continuous statement, or I keep going, understand? Moreover, if I hear you starting to say it, I have the right to try to stop you from completing it. If I do manage, then I get to keep going. Do you understand?"
Debbie's skin was practically on fire. Her body was suddenly beyond backing out. She felt herself shake her head yes. She heard her voice say "yes". Her mind was almost beyond her will to resist her body.
In an instant, he had her pressed up against the wall outside her door, her two arms held high over her head in his one hand, his other around her throat, his face inched from hers, his body hard against hers. "Okay, whore, one word and you're dead." He stepped back, spun her around, and slammed her back, face first, against the wall. He brought Debbie's arms down and together again at the small of her back and held them again with one hand, his weight against her, pinning her to the wall. Debbie felt him grab her purse from her shoulder and start to go through it as he said, "Where's your key, bitch?" He found it, unlocked and opened the door and threw her into the apartment.
Debbie felt like running, screaming, something, but she also felt more turned on than she had felt since her first time as a teenager. He stepped in, slammed the door and was on her in an instant, pulling her up off the floor and pulling her dress straps down, exposing her breast covered only in her sexy see-through bra. That was ripping off an instant later. Debbie could not catch her breath as he grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard. Her juices were flowing as never before, knowing that she had unleashed this hulking beast upon her herself. He pinned her down to the couch, his hand pressing down on her chest. "No, no", she screamed to no avail. Fright was fighting its way through Debbie's rising lust. She recalled, 'no' won't work. What was that silly phrase?
He grabbed her and again easily spun her around onto her face. He found the zipper to her dress and in an instant, she was only protected by her shear thong.
"So, you ARE a little whore slut, aren't you? Wearing such nasty stuff, bitch, well you'll get what's coming to you now!"
He grabbed her by the hair and brought her head to his hips. He unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants to release his hardened cock to Debbie's lusting eyes for the first time. "Open your mouth, you cunt, I want to ram your throat!" The pain from him pulling her hair, the shock of the rapid onslaught, and the lust she was feeling in her cunt were all building together, quickly bringing her to her first orgasm of the night, even without her pussy having been touched. As he shoved his penis into her gapping open mouth, she exploded. She no longer cared what the 'no' saying was, she wanted to be his sex toy now and forever.
He screamed at her, "You like that, slut, huh! You like that, whore!"
