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-------------------------------------------------------This wor is copyrighted to the author 2005. Please don't remove the author information or mae any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Than you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------Rape Chronicles - File #6 by Kelly Bers (ellybers@yahoo.com) *** Debbie had found the perfect apartment. It was within waling distance of her job and was quite affordable. Most importantly, it seemed lie a safe place for a single woman to live. Debbie would discover that some of the other tenants in the building were bad news, but that would be the least of her problems. (MF, nc, rp, v, tor)

*** The Rape of Debbie Coo Debbie Coo wasn't bad to loo at. She was always very stylish. She dressed well, carried herself gracefully, had a pretty face and beautiful long red hair. Oay, you loo at her and thin that she's one you'd really lie to fuc. Well, I did fuc Debbie and I can tell you that it's not as great as you might imagine, at least that is, if you're basing your expectations on loos alone. First, she's one of those women who disappoints a bit just by undressing. Her tits are floppy, her tummy is a bit rotund, and her only saving grace, in a visual sense, are her big hips and ass, if you lie big hips and ass, that is. You hope that she's going to have a nice tight, juicy cunt, but she disappoints again. It's not a quality box at all, and she just doesn't now how to use it. I do lie her a lot, but I lie her better when I'm not fucing her. A few years ago, Debbie rented an apartment downtown so she could be closer to wor. It was on the groung floor of an old three story apartment building. Hers was in the front of the building, and a hallway went past her door to the apartment at the bac. There was a stairway on the other side of the hall, which lead to the upstairs apartments. It was a nice old place with high ceilings, big windows and a classic, if somewhat faded, elegance. The other residents of that building, at least those who Debbie came in contact with on a regular basis, were strange and annoying, to say the least. At the bac end of the hall on her floor, was a woman who was obviously a prostitute, and someone who was dealing drugs to nasty looing characters who were invited through the front security doors to transact business in the hall, or in the woman's apartment. Debbie had quite a few run-ins with this woman about her behavior, and there was a lot of friction between them. Up at the top of the stairs, the apartment was occupied by two gay men, Lenny and James, who decided they didn't lie Debbie the very first time they laid eyes on her. There's really no explaining situations lie that - it just happens, and there's nothing to be done about it. At any rate, the friction between Debbie and these other building tenants was almost constant, and very rarely did a face-to-face meeting not wind up with the exchange of harsh words, at the very least. It was late, maybe 1:30AM, on a hot and humid Friday. Debbie had stopped by the local pub, met some friends, and had a few drins. She paced it in when the place

started to empty out and headed home. There was no sign of activity as she reached the front door of her apartment building. The only light was the big one in the hall. She opened the main door and waled toward her apartment door. As she put the ey in to unloc the door, she noticed that it was not loced and pushed right open. She thought that was odd, because she always tried to remember to loc it on her way out. The thought slipped away from her as she entered the dar apartment. Immediately something was wrong. She was stunned by the feeling of a hand wrapping around her face and mouth from behind. Her head was pulled bac, and she heard a low voice whisper, "Scream and you're one dead whore." She wasn't scared, in fact, she was too stunned to be scared. What was this? Was this one of her friends playing some sort of bad joe on her? The reality of the situation came to her in a second. Someone had broen her loc and had waited in her apartment for her to come home, and she was in a whole shit-load of trouble. "You do lie I say or I'll cut you till you ain't got nothin' left to cut," the voice whispered again. She felt the sharp edge of a nife pressed against her right temple and she froze. "Now, I'm gonna bac away from you and you gonna do what I tell you to do. You hear me, bitch?" "Yeah, I hear you. Don't ill me. Just tell me what you want me to do. I'll tell you where all my money is, so you don't have to loo for it," Debbie replied in a trembling whisper. "I don't want your fucin' money. You just do what I tell you and you won't get dead. I now you ain't got no gun here, cause I had a real good loo around, so you just eep your fucin' mouth shut and do what I tell you." "Yeah, yeah, oay." "Now, you start taing off your clothes. Keep your bac to me and tae off your clothes." Debbie didn't hesitate. She was wearing a dress which slipped off her and dropped onto the floor as soon as she had undone the top few buttons. There was complete silence, except for a clicing noise and a corresponding bright flash. This guy taing pictures! "Now bitch, you turn around." Debbie complied. She was now looing directly at the intruder. He was blac, had no mas or other disguise, and was holding one of those cheap disposable cameras, which he was raising to his eye for another shot. The

camera cliced, the flash went off in Debbie's face, and he lowered the camera and looed directly at Debbie. She immediately noticed that there was a whole pile of the disposable cameras on the table, and there was also a coiled up yellow rope which looed lie a clothesline. She thought that he had probably stolen those things on his way to her apartment. She also had another thought, which was more than a little frightening. This guy was maing no attempt to disguise himself. Was this because he was planning to leave no witnesses of whatever he might be doing? "You got a stupid fucin' bra on. Tae that fucin' thing off., bitch," the man growled. Once again, Debbie did as she was told. Her floppy tits fell out, and the man bared out. "Man, you got floppy tits lie a cow." "Yes sir, I do," Debbie heard herself reply. Had she really said that, she thought? The camera flashed again. "Yeah bitch, I lie that you call me sir every time you tal to me, or you're dead. You understand? Now tae of your bottoms." Once again, Debbie complied. Now she was standing in front of the man completely naed except for her shoes. The camera cliced. "You lie to suc cocs, bitch?" "Yes sir, that is, sometimes I lie to suc them." "You suc cocs good?" "No sir, I'm not very good at all," Debbie replied in a shay voice. "You wanna suc my coc, bitch?" "Well, I don't now sir. I'm not very good, and you probably wouldn't lie it, so I probably shouldn't." The intruder laughed and snapped another picture. "Now, you bounce your tits some, lie this," the man said as he mimiced a woman bouncing her tits with cupped hands. Debbie did exactly as the man had done, and he snapped a couple more pictures. "Now tae your shoes off ; we gonna teach you sompthin bout who's the deal here and who ain't." The man piced up a section of the yellow rope and waled around behind Debbie's bac. Grabbing her

wrists, he began to wrap the rope around them. Debbie realized that this might be the last chance to fight her way out of this situation, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She now had her hands firmly tied behind her bac and was helpless. The man then proceeded to cover her eyes with some sort of cloth, which he notted on the bac of her head. Now she couldn't see and couldn't use her hands. She realized that she was entirely at his mercy, or lac thereof. She stood there for what seemed lie an eternity. What was he doing? She could hear him messing with another rope, but didn't even try to thin about what he might be doing with it. She jumped as she felt a loop of the clothesline being placed over her head and down around her nec. Now she new what the man had been doing; he had been tying a noose. He yaned the loop tight around her nec and pulled her across the room by the nec. She new they were situated in the large opening between her one big "everything" room and her itchen. She new there was a stout rod stretching across the top of that opening, which had been intended for holding a curtain for dividing the rooms, and she new what it would be used for now. She heard the man dragging a chair next to her and new he was using it to reach high enough to loop the rope around the rod. Suddenly, she felt the rope tighten and begin to stretch her up towards the ceiling. She was compelled to stand almost completely on her toes to eep from strangling. He continued to pull on the rope and then must have been tying it off, because after that, it had no give at all, and she had to balance up on her toes to eep from hanging. Clic, clic - she could hear the camera. Then there was silence. What was he going to do? Would her next feeling be that of his nife being plunged into her belly? She new she couldn't balance lie she was for very long, and that he had to cut her down soon, or she would hang. She heard him wal closer to her and felt him wrapping a length of rope around her chest, first above her tits, then below. Then he wrapped a loop around each tit and pulled it very tight - so tight as to cut the circulation off and mae them pop out straight from her body." "You ain't so floppy now, bitch." She heard him say. Then she heard the clic, clic, clic of the camera again. She twitched as she felt his fingers touching her between her legs, first along the inside of her thigh, then up to her pussy. She tried to bow her right leg open to mae it easier for him to get his fingers into her cunt. She was in no position to do anything but cooperate. He gave her pussy a good going over for about five minutes, and she did her best to eep

herself in a position where he could do anything he was trying to do, because any resistance or movement would cause her to lose her balance and tighten the noose further. At one point, he iced her lightly on the anle, causing her to have to reposition herself quicly to avoid falling and being hanged. "Hey bitch, you now your face is turning all red?" the man finally broe his silence. Debbie new it. She was seeing stars and felt her eyes beginning to roll bac. She had the sensation that, if she weren't blindfolded, she would be looing up at the ceiling. Her head was coced sharply to the right, as the noose was tightening with her slightest movement. "Hey bitch, you now your tongue is hangin' out? Man I gotta get a picture of this". Again, Debbie heard the clic, clic of the camera. Then she felt the intruder's fingers playing with her asshole. If he spent as much time with that as he had with her pussy, she was thining, she'd be dead by the time he was finished. He forced his finger up her asshole and wored it around inside her. "You're my own personal whore now; you understand?" Debbie tried to agree, but could only grunt. She was losing it fast. "You gonna suc my dic whenever I want, right?" Again, Debbie tried to agree, but couldn't muster much of a sound. "You gonna do whatever it is I want you to do, cause you are my slut; you understand?" Debbie new she was close to losing consciousness. She could sense the man was waling away from her. She just stood there and tried to balance herself and eep from passing out. Five minutes past, and she could feel her anles shaing and beginning to give way. She could eep herself standing no longer. She had to give up and let go. At that instant, she felt herself falling to the floor. The guy had cut the rope at the last possible second. "Now, you didn't thin I was going to let you die before you got a chance to be my ho, did you?" Debbie lay on the floor, now semi conscious, still with the noose tight around her nec. Her only sense of what might be happening was that sound again - clic, clic, clic.

After a few minutes, Debbie felt the man cutting the ropes which bound her hands behind her bac. He pulled her up to her feet and waled her a few feet to a stuffed chair in the corner. "Now I want you to pose for some more pictures. Here, you lean over on this here chair, and bend over on it, and you pull your chee open so I can get a good picture of your asshole." Debbie did as she was told. It occurred to her that when you reach the point of holding your asshole open so a stranger can tae pictures of it, you've pretty much surrendered whatever pride you might have, and it's all about survival from there on. "You got a cute asshole, bitch. You now that?" Debbie tried to say something, but the noose, while loosening, was still too tight around her nec. "Oay bitch, my name is Howard. From now on, you gonna call me Mr. Howard or sir; you understand that?" "Yes sir, Mr Howard," Debbie replied in the faintest whisper. "Now we gonna tae you over on this here nice big bed and fix you good." Howard dragged Debbie over to the bed and threw her down on it. He pulled her blindfold off, and she looed down to see how her tits were protruding because of the rope which was wound so tight around them, and how they had turned a deep shade of purple from the lac of circulation. Howard removed the rope from around Debbie's tits, and they returned to their floppy normal position. "Hey bitch, you loo just lie a floppy cow again," Howard said as he too a couple more pictures. "Did you now you loo lie a stupid floppy cow?" he added. "Yes sir, I new that," Debbie replied. "You new what, bitch? You tell me what you new." "I now I loo lie a stupid floppy cow, sir," Debbie responded. Howard then retrieved several more pieces of rope and began tying her, spread-eagled, to the posts of the big bed. He tied her anles to the outside of the posts at the bottom. Debbie had a huge antique bed, and I can tell you that, while I am nearly a foot taller than she is, I cannot reasonably get my anles around the posts at the bottom of that bed, so you now that she had to be spread open wider than would seem humanly possible. Howard left the noose around Debbie's nec, but without

the tension of her weight pulling it, it was continually loosening, and she was better able to breathe. "Now, you start tellin' me all about yourself," Howard said. "Oh, I don't now what to say, really, I wor downtown at..." Howard interrupted sternly, "That's not what I mean, you stupid fucin' whore. I want to now all about what a pig you are and how much you need me to fuc you." "Well sir, Mr Howard," Debbie replied meely, "I now I'm a pig and a cheap, dirty whore, and I need you to fuc me real bad." "Yeah, I bet you need it bad. Do you wand to suc my dic too?" "Yes sir, I really want to suc your dic too." "How come you want to suc my dic?" "Oh, because I'm the biggest slut around, and I need to suc your dic really bad, Mr. Howard," Debbie replied, but not in a convincing tone. "You stupid fucin' bitch," the Howard yelled as he straddled Debbie's waist on his nees. He slapped her face with his right hand, hitting her hard enough to turn her head sharply to her right. Then he hit her again with a bachand slap, and continued slapping her that way a dozen times or so. When he stopped, she could feel the blood running from her nose, and she turned her head to eep it from flowing bac down her throat and choing her. Howard then slapped her tits very hard several times, and proceeded to inflict at least twenty minutes of vicious abuse on them, squeezing, twisting, pulling and slapping, while he lectured her on how he expected her to behave towards him in the future. She got the message. Howard reached for another disposable camera and began snapping pictures of Debbie's tits and bloody face. "Now, you tell me what you are, bitch," Howard demanded. "Sir, I'm a stupid whore, and I'm a slut and a pig," Debbie replied obediently. "And what do you need from me?" "I need you to fuc me lie a pig, sir." "And, do you need me to shove my coc down your throat?"

"Yes sir, I really do." Howard now seemed pleased with Debbie's tone and behavior. "Do you want me to do it right now?" "Yes, I need it down my throat right now, Mr. Howard." With that, Howard positioned himself at the top of the bed, and turned himself around. "Now, put your fucin' head bac and open your mouth." Debbie complied immediately, and Howard pushed his coc into her mouth and down her throat. She was choing and gagging as she felt Howard's coc sliding deep into her throat. That went on for what seemed lie an eternity, with Debbie gagging and trying to find a way to catch her breath as Howard's coc completely filled her throat. "Oay bitch, now you gonna do something special for me." Howard pulled out of Debbie's throat an positioned his asshole over her mouth, opening his ass chees, as he brought his asshole onto her mouth. Debbie felt the sharp tip if Howard's nife blade pushed against her right tit. "Now, I'm gonna cut you real bad, if you don't get your fucin' tongue worin' on my asshole," Howard threatened. Debbie believed his threat. She started frantically licing his asshole with her tongue. "Now, stic it right up my asshole," Howard ordered, as he brought more of his weight down on her face. Debbie could not breathe at all. She was being suffocated. All she could do was try with everything she had to stic her tongue up Howard's asshole. He pressed down harder, and she tried harder to penetrate his hole with her tongue, but it just wouldn't mae it. Feeling herself passing out, she began to mae noise, but Howard did not get off her. She was losing consciousness, just as she had been doing while she was being hanged earlier, when Howard finally raised himself off of her. She started gasping for air as he began laughing at her struggles. Howard turned himself around and began issing and licing Debbie's belly. He slowly wored his way down to her pussy and started on that. Debbie could hear a lot of slurping noise and feel his tongue woring its way around her lips and hole. "You ready to get fuced now, bitch?" Howard ased in a very calm tone. "Yes sir, I am," Debbie replied, hoping that this might mean this whole thing was close to an end.

Howard positioned himself and shoved his coc inside Debbie's cunt. Finally, his coc was inside her. Maybe, this meant that the end was near. But what was the "end"? Would he cut her throat after he was finished fucing her, or would he just leave? For the moment though, Debbie was relieved that the guy was just fucing her and nothing else. She could just lie there and listen to his shit as he was fucing her, and that was how she was hoping this would end. He pumped away, all the while continuing his nasty tal and name calling. It would be over soon enough, Debbie thought. As she found out, it would not be all that soon. The guy continued pounding Debbie's cunt for a good fifteen minutes, and to Debbie's shoc, she could feel a certain sensation starting to build. My God, was she going to cum? She couldn't do that. But the rhythm was so persistent, and she could feel it building up inside her and she couldn't resist. Her body was betraying her in the most horrible way. She tried to hold it bac, but she finally erupted in a most involuntary explosion, which seemed to go on forever and overwhelm her whole body. It was easy for Howard to tell that Debbie was cumming. "There ya go, slut," he taunted her. "You done cum lie a real ho." Howard wasn't nearly finished though. Another ten minutes of hard fucing later, Debbie came again, and again Howard gave her hell for it. Finally, Debbie could sense that he was ready to let go himself. He came with a bang, and she could feel his spun filling her, and maing her feel a bit more comfortable because of the added lubrication. What was going to happen Next? Was he going to subject her to more torment, ill her, or just leave? Howard got up and waled over towards Debbie's head. He piced up a cloth of some sort. Debbie guessed it was the same cloth he had used as a blindfold when she was being hanged. "Open your mouth, bitch," he ordered. Debbie complied, and he stuffed the cloth in her mouth. He then wrapped the lower part of her face with a length of the yellow rope to insure that she couldn't spit the cloth out. Howard spent no more than five minutes collecting his stuff, throwing it in a bag and leaving. He said nothing to her as he disappeared out the door, but he did something which disturbed Debbie more than anything else he could do - he left the door half way open. "Oh my God," she thought. It was close to daybrea, and that witch of a whore, Monica, would be getting in soon and would have to wal right by that door to get to her apartment. Sure enough, ten minutes later, Debbie heard the big front door opening and the clicity clac of her spie heels coming down the hallway. She heard her pass the

partially open door and stop. Then Debbie saw a hand on the door and heard Monica's voice. "Anybody home?" Monica ased as she peered in around the door. She immediately saw Debbie and said, "Geez, what are you doing there lie that?" It was the stupidest thing Debbie had ever heard anyone say. Couldn't Monica see that she was tied up and bloody, and needed help? Debbie was more aware than ever of how wide apart her legs were spread and how open her pussy must have been. She could feel the spun oozing out. Monica waled slowly to the foot of the bed looing directly at Debbie's crotch. "Is this a weird sex thing you're doing? Do you want me to leave you alone?" Debbie violently shoo her head bac and forth and tried to say "no", but all that came through the gag was a muffled "argh" sound. "Oh, I don't now what to do - just wait here," Monica said, as if there was something else that Debbie could do. Debbie saw Monica hurry out the door and heard her waling up the steps to the second floor. My God, what was she doing? Debbie got her answer soon enough, as she heard Monica nocing on Lenny and James' door. A few minutes later, she heard multiple footsteps coming down the stairs, and Monica, Lenny and James came in the room. Now, all three of them were examining Debbie and trying to figure out what to do. Lenny said that he thought they'd better call the police. Debbie didn't want the police involved - she just wanted to be untied. That was not to be, as Lenny went running upstairs to phone the police. Upon his return, all three of them stood over Debbie, staring at her and wondering among themselves what was going on. All three slowly seemed to gravitate to the area at the foot of the bed, where they could get an unobstructed view of Debbie's dripping wet, wide open cunt. They stood there for what seemed lie forever, occasionally glancing at Debbie's crotch and taling to each other, often in a whisper. Then the police showed up. Debbie was expecting to be immediately untied. That's apparently not how it wors, however. You see, in order to collect the ropes as evidence, the nots must be left intact, and the rope itself must be cut. It would be a few minutes more till someone showed up with the proper nife to cut the rope.

Finally, Debbie was free. She had been spread-eagled so wide for so long, she could hardly use her legs. They too her away, wrapped in plastic, so all of the forensic evidence her body contained could be preserved and protected for lab testing. She did not want to be tested; she did not want to file a complaint; she just wanted the whole thing put in her past and forgotten. When they ased her for a description of her attacer, she told them he was wearing a mas, and that she couldn't possibly identify him. She told them nothing about Howard taing pictures of everything, or anything about what she was forced to say and do. She wanted this whole episode to end; not to be replayed in further testimony or extended investigation. When she got bac to her apartment, she found that, while the intruder had done little to disturb the place, the police crime people had torn it apart. It's not lie the guy stole anything, so there were no theft reports to be made or investigated. In fact, she had told them so little about him, they didn't really now what they were looing for. They didn't now he had taen pictures of the whole thing, so they couldn't possibly now that the little disposable camera on the night stand next to the bed did not belong to her. What to do with that camera, Debbie thought. She threw it in the itchen trash can, then she retrieved it. How can you eep such a thing? Then again, how can you throw it away. Lenny, James and Monica would have a lot to tal about for a long time. Fact is, they wouldn't stop taling about it till Debbie moved out, and she new it. Monica could have cut her loose or taen the rag out of her throat before she did anything else. She could have done that, and if she had, Debbie would have told her to go away and forget what she had seen, but she new that Monica wanted to get all that she could from the situation in terms of Debbie's total humiliation and embarrassment. It too me a long time - at least two years - to get the whole story out of Debbie. It came in bits and pieces, and at my sympathetic urging. My tone was one of understanding and always with an appropriate sense of shoc and dismay. Of course, I never let on that I was taing notes and that, more than a few times, had used the details of Debbie's account as "inspiration" for some late night masturbation sessions, or that I was trying to find a good reason why she should let me have that little disposable camera. I've told Debbie that anything she tells me about this incident stays with me, and that she can confide in me with complete confidence. That may be a bit of a lie, but I am a good listener, and I

now she appreciates me for being that way.

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