The 'rape'
This series of stories tells a tail of how Paris, a mid/late 30's woman takes control and her revenge on the family of her lover. All the characters in this story are over 18.
The stories contain themes of coercion, blackmail, incest, bondage, rape, violence. If you are not into any of these themes than please move on. If you are then I hope that you enjoy the stories.
As always, I would appreciate your feedback and, hopefully high ratings.
Once at back at home, Oliver phoned his best friend, Delroy, to fill him in on his plans. Delroy was of West Indian heritage; they had been best friends since they first met at nursery school.
Harry sent Delroy a series of pictures of Paris, knowing that her big tits and round firm bum would turn him on, just as she did him.
"What do you think of Paris?" Harry asked.
"She is a fine piece of tail man, but what of it," Delroy replied.
"We are going to rape her, I have a plan, I have a key to her house, and I know her plans for Friday." Harry replied. "We are going to go to her house on Friday, tie her up and fuck her.
Friday, after their last class at college, the two excited youths rushed back to Oliver's house to prepare. Oliver had explored his dad's briefcase and found a stash of Viagra and both boys swallowed a pill.
They got together the equipment that they thought they would need, ties, some rope and a blindfold to secure their victim.
The two lads stealthily walked up the side of her drive using the numerous bushes to cover their progress. They were pleased to see that she had not yet got home so they settled down behind the bush nearest to the house.
It wasn't too long before they heard her Range Rover pulling onto her drive before pulling to a halt outside her front door.
She got out of the car; she was wearing a smart skirt suit with a silky blouse and court shoes. The suit showed off her body well, but not as well as her evening apparel!
She disappeared into the house. Delroy looked at Oliver with an, 'are we really going to do this' look. Oliver smiled, before nodding, knowing that Paris wanted this and would put up a show but really wanted the fucking they would give her.
They started to work their way around to the back of the house.
They waited until they were sure that she was upstairs getting ready and then carefully let themselves in through the back door.
They heard a shower running and a radio playing so they took off their shoes and crept upstairs.
Eventually the shower stopped, and Paris emerged, with a big white towel wrapped around herself, ready to get ready for her supposed night out.
She sat down at her dressing table humming along to the radio to put the finishing touches to her appearance. She had already spent quite a bit of time in the shower ensuring that her body was completely hair free and moisturized.
First, she arranged her long blond hair into its normal, slightly chaotic style. Then she set about making sure she was nicely made up, with dark eye make-up and a glossy red lipstick. She smiled as she looked in the mirror, she looked hot!
The two lads stood either side of her bedroom door watching as she preened herself. She knew they would be there and wanted them to think that they had no idea that she was doing it for them!
She stood and headed for her wardrobe and the duo ducked back into the hallway, their hearts pumping, not wanting to be seen yet.
They heard her move back across the room and risked peaking around the door again.
She was at her lingerie draw with her back to them. She dropped the towel to the floor, giving the two youths their first sight of her glorious arse, a view that got even better as she bent to pick out a lacy, 8 strap, black suspender belt which she strapped around her middle. There first tantalizing glimpse of her pussy.
She bent over again and picked up a pair of black laced top stockings before walking back to the stool where she sat and rolled them up her legs before fastening them to the suspender belt.
The lads were virtually drooling; this was better than any of the porn they had watched online. Their cocks were tenting their trousers and large wet spots appearing where their pre-cum was flowing copiously.
She stood again and once more and again the duo ducked behind the doorway.
By the time they looked back she was wearing a short black leather dress with no sleeves or straps and with a full-length front zip.
She walked over to her wardrobe again and pulled out another pair of her trademark thigh-high boots. She knew that she was flashing the two, already super horny, teens her stocking tops and knickers as she pulled them on.
She then pulled on a pair of long black opera gloves and fastened a little black choker around her neck.
She stood up, looking like every man's wet dream, grabbed her perfume bottle and sprayed her pulse points with Clinique Aromatics, before grinning wickedly and lifting the front of her dress for a final spray of perfume. She was ready.
Picking up her bag, she had one last look in her full-length mirror and smiled as she realised that she looked super-hot and ready to trot!
As she walked out of the bedroom the lads struck. They grabbed her arms, and Delroy clamped his hand over her mouth. They dragged her back into the bedroom and maneuverered her onto the bed.
Staying in role, she pretended to try to scream, but it was pointless, her house was so remote, and Delroy was doing a good job of cutting off her air supply with his big hand over her nose and mouth.
She made token efforts to kick them, her boot covered legs flailing, but all she succeeded in doing was exposing her stocking tops to the horny duo.
While Delroy held her down on the bed Oliver started to bind her. First, he knotted a silk tie on each wrist before tying them to the bed posts at the top of the bed. Then he got out the rope and tied it on her ankles and secured them to the posts at the foot of the bed.
Once she was 'starfished' on her own bed Delroy removed his hand from over her mouth.
