View Full Version : Don't You Believe It (Mg, ped, nc, rp)

01-21-2008, 07:59 AM
Don't You Believe It (Mg, ped, nc, rp)
by Canary (canaryhouse@cs******.net (canaryhouse@cs******.net))

From the time I was old enough to understand what sex
was all about I fantasized about being taken by a rough
man that would take me to heights I had never believed
possible. I was thirteen whenI had
stumbled across a porn site that featured sex stories
about almost anything you could think of.

I spent hours with my eyes glued to the screen reading
stories about anal, oral, cum swallowing, and incest to
mention a few. The stories that excited me the most,
however, were stories about rape. I loved the way the
women in all the stories at first were in pain and then
rose to the most glorious orgasm of their life.

I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself.
My name is Rose and I'm sixteen now, but at the time
I'm going to tell you about I was only thirteen. I had
just started to develop. My breasts were hardly more
that little nubbins on my chest. I stood about five
feet tall and my hips had barely started to swell
outward toward the nice round ass that I have today.

Nevertheless, I considered myself as being more worldly
than most girls my age. After all, I knew all the sex
words and what they meant. My internet reading had
given me that and I used it to advantage to impress all
my girlfriends.

It was about two months after my thirteenth birthday
that I decided that I would "just die" if I didn't
experience sex soon. While most of my girlfriends
thought about losing their virginity as a wonderful
experience with a man they loved, I knew that the way
to most enjoy sex would be to be raped. After all, in
all the stories, women actually enjoyed it more than
anything else they had experienced.

July 15th was sunny and about 80 degrees. Dad was away
on business and mom was just getting ready for work
when the telephone rang. "Could you get that for me,
honey," my mother called down from the upstairs.

"Okay, mom," I yelled and picked up the receiver.
"Hello." I listened for a minute and then turned and
yelled up the stairs.

"Mom, it's Susie." Susie Farmer was seventeen and had a
summer job "baby sitting" me. At the beginning of the
summer I had argued that I was too old for a baby
sitter, but my mother wouldn't budge saying that maybe
when I was fifteen I would be old enough to stay by
myself. Susie was a lot of fun, however, so I didn't
mind too much.

Anyway, when mom came down (in her bra and panties no
less) and picked up the phone I could tell there was
something wrong. The conversation went something like
this: "I understand, Susie. I'm really sorry that your
grandmother died." A pause, and then, "We'll work
something out."

After she hung up she turned to me. "Susie won't be
here today or tomorrow. Her grandmother died and they
are on their way to California to go to the funeral.
I'll see if I can get Mrs. Phillips to come over."

She picked up the phone and dialed the number. There
was no answer. "I'll try Mrs. Grandy." From the
conversation, I could tell that she couldn't come

After she hung up she looked at me strangely. "I have a
big case today and I'll be in court until probably four
o'clock so I really can't stay home. Do you think you
would be alright by yourself today?"

My heart leaped with joy. Maybe if I did really good I
wouldn't have to have Susie anymore. "Of course, Mom.
You know I can cook my own lunch and, if you don't
mind, I'll probably go to the mall with Jane."

"Okay, but take your cell phone with you and if you
have any problems, call me. I probably won't be
available, but leave a message and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can." She reached for her purse. "Here's
fifty dollars so you and Jane can go to a movie or
something." With that, she ran back upstairs to get
dressed for work. Just before she left she told me for
probably the thousandth time not to go near the park.

After she left, I made myself some breakfast. I picked
up the phone to call Jane and had the number half way
dialed when I remembered that she had gone to church
camp for the week. I hung up the phone and walked
upstairs to my room.

Still in my nightgown, I sat down in front of the
computer. I almost immediately went to one of my
favorite sites...Kristen's Archives. I clicked around
until I came upon a story called, "Oh God, Please
Don't" by some girl named Canary. (Strange name, isn't
it?) [Directory 39] It was about a 13 year old girl
named Lisa who was kidnapped and raped.

As I got to some of the good parts, I raised up and
slipped off my panties. As I read further I ran my
fingers over my hairless slit. I came just as I was
reading the part that said, "The pain increased. The
pleasure increased. I couldn't help myself. "Oh yessss
keep it up. It feels so gooooooooood. Don't stop.
Please don't stop." Then the orgasm flowed over me and
I began to shake all over. It was twice as good, no,
five time as good as when I had masturbated at home."

My whole body relaxed as I came back down from my high.
God how I wished I could have been that girl. I was
sweaty so I peeled off my nightgown, turned off the
computer and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I directed the spray against my pussy and thought about
the girl in the story. The water worked it's magic and
soon I was rising again to another orgasm. When I
calmed down, I soaped up, rinsed off, got out, toweled
dry and went to lie, naked on the bed.

I lay there thinking about that girl. She had loved it
so much. It was still making me horny. I wanted that

I thought about what my mom had said about the park.
She said it was a dangerous place. I guess some woman
had been raped there a while ago and they had never
caught the man. I wondered if he might be interested in
young girls like me. The chances were that the guy was
long gone, but it might be exciting to roam around
there...you know, sort of titillating.

I climbed out of bed and went to my dresser. I found an
old pair of red shorts that somehow had remained in my
drawer even though they were two sizes too small. I
wondered if I could still get into them. I stepped into
them with my feet and tried to pull them up. They
didn't want to go. I pulled harder and they still
wouldn't go. I went to the bed and laid down on it. By
bending my knees with my feet flat on the bed it
flattened my butt enough that they finally went on.

I buttoned the top button and pulled up the zipper. God
were they ever tight.. I went to the mirror and looked
at myself. The crotch was drawn tight between my pussy
lips making them clearly visible to anyone who was
looking. I turned and looked over my shoulder. Rising
from my crotch you could see the lower crack of my ass
and then it stretched tight over the rest of my butt
making it stand out nicely.

I thought about putting on panties and then decided
that I would probably never get the shorts back on if I
did that. Well, I thought, that takes care of the
bottom part. Now what should I do for the top? Then I
remembered my bikini top from last year. Hopefully, it
was still in the changing room.

I daringly ran out onto the pool deck topless and ran
quickly into the changing room. I noticed that my
nipples got hard when I did that and I could feel a
wetness in my crotch. I rummaged through the old suits
that we kept there for when we had guests. My old
bikini top was laying right on top. I quickly put it on
and went back into the house.

I went back to my bedroom and looked in the mirror. The
top was small enough that it made me look like I had
breasts. Actually, it was just two little yellow
triangular pieces with a string to go around the neck
and two to tie in back. My two little nubbin sized
breasts poked the material out and you could see my
erect nipples right through it.

As I sized myself up, it occurred to me that I looked
like some poor girl from the poor side of town. I
thought it was weird as we are anything but poor. My
dad is the vice-president of a major company and my mom
is a lawyer. But the "poor look" is what I wanted. I
figured that if I looked too good, the guy I wanted
might bypass me and that was the last thing I wanted.

I walked into the garage, opened the door and rode out
on my bicycle. I was just hoping that nobody would
notice he way I was dressed. Now that I was actually
going toward my "rendezvous with destiny", I began to
get nervous and more than a little afraid.

I arrived in the park around ten in the morning. The
sun was shining and it was around eighty degrees. I put
my bike in the rack provided and locked it into place.
I walked to the swings and sat down on one.

I looked around. The park was nearly empty. There was a
couple with a small baby sitting on a blanket in a
grassy area off to my left, but that was the only signs
of life that I saw.

There was a hiking trail off to my right and I decided
to take it to find out what else the park had to offer.
As I walked I had a sick feeling in the pit of my
stomach that I recognized as fear. But the tight shorts
that I had on were rubbing deliciously against my pussy
and I could feel myself getting wet. I swayed my hips
from side to side to increase the feeling.

I was so intent on trying to get myself off this way
that I didn't even notice that I had wandered into a
totally isolated part of the park. I heard a rustling
in the bushes behind me and suddenly a strong arm
grabbed me around the waist with a damp rag placed over
my nose and mouth.

Fear suddenly took over. I struggled as hard as I
could. I really hadn't expected anything to happen. I
was gasping for breath, inhaling the fumes from the rag
and then everything went black.

I slowly woke back up. I shook my head a little bit to
clear it. I suddenly realized that I was naked. I tried
to move and couldn't. I raised my head and realized
that I was tied spread eagle to four posts driven into
the ground. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but
couldn't. There must be tape over my mouth.

Now I was scared...really scared. I started to cry and
the tears streamed down my face. I knew I had asked for
this, but now I really didn't want it. I heard a
movement to my left and looked over.

He was standing there all hairy and totally naked. His
penis stood out from his body all covered with veins
and as erect as a totem pole. It must have been eight
inches long and as big around as my wrist. I wasn't all
that big down there and I knew it would give me a lot
of pain...and the most pleasure I had ever felt. At
least I hoped that was the way it would be.

He reached down and grabbed his cock and grinned at me.
He was missing one tooth right in front. "Your really
gonna love it when I ram this monster into your cunt,
slut.," he said nastily. "I'm gonna fuck you real good.
Have you ever been fucked before?"

I shook my head no and tried to beg him with my eyes
not to do this thing. I might as well have been talking
to a rock.

Hope filled me when he bent down and untied my legs.
Maybe he'd had a change of heart. I couldn't have been
more wrong. He knelt at my feet and started to force my
legs apart. I did everything I could to keep them
together, but he was just too strong.

He bent my legs back placing them on his shoulders.
Then I felt the head of his huge cock pressing on my
defenseless opening. "Here it comes, slut," he snarled
and plunged himself all the way into me.

Even through the tape I screamed and screamed. The pain
was unbelievable. When he pulled part way out and
plunged back in there was no let up in the pain. He was
like a madman plunging and plunging and plunging. I
kicked and screamed and tried to get him out of me. I
would have done anything to get him to stop, but there
was no let up. Only the never ending pain.

Where was the pleasure I was supposed to have? There
was none of it. Only the pain ripping through my entire
body. He reached out and grabbed my little nipples and
stretched them so far I was sure he was going to tear
them right off. And still the cock buried itself into
me again and again without let up.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he
stiffened and I knew he was shooting his scum into my
body. He collapsed on top of me and I could barely
breathe. I could feel him softening inside of me and
finally he popped out.

He climbed off my body. Climbing back into his cloths,
he said "Well cunt, even if you didn't like it, I did
and that's the only important thing."

He retied my legs to the stakes in the ground.
Standing, he looked at me with disgust. "If you ever
tell anyone what happened here, I'll find out where you
live and kill everyone in your whole family. You got

I was still crying, but I nodded numbly. It's not as if
I would ever tell anyone anyway. It would be too
embarrassing to let anyone know how dumb I was.

He cut the ropes attached to my hands and vanished into
the surrounding woods.

I lay there for a long time crying softly. I hurt all
over, particularly in my pussy. I wondered if it would
ever be the same again.

Eventually, I reached down and untied my legs. I looked
between my legs. There was dried blood all over them
and his white cum running out of my cunt. I tried to
get up and found I couldn't do it. I saw my clothes
lying over by the side of the little clearing I was in.
I crawled to them and managed to pull them over my
mangled body.

I used a tree to pull myself erect and walked in agony
back to my bike. The ride home was extremely painful,
but somehow I made it. By the time I got the bike back
in the garage, I had started bleeding out of my pussy

I took a bath, and felt somewhat better afterward. My
mom thought I was being funny when I walked sort of bow
legged for the next few days.

I was lying in bed last night thinking of what had
happened. I couldn't believe that I had bought what all
the porn sites say about women enjoying rape. I now
know better.

If youíre a young girl like I was and you read about how
Great it is to be raped. It's okay to read about it, but
don't you dare believe it.


01-21-2008, 05:21 PM
wow intersting story not into that stuff but it is good warning though not to belive everything u read

01-21-2008, 07:44 PM
Thanks for the new addition cum4me

01-21-2008, 08:23 PM
Thanks for the new story. Kinda reminds me of the teenagers who want kids, until they actually get one.

01-24-2008, 04:41 AM
How's the saying go..be careful what you wish for.

01-25-2008, 09:04 AM
glad you all enjoyed it

07-29-2008, 10:37 AM
How's the saying go..be careful what you wish for.

Hmmmm ... Like in some many thing in life it's so true.

You think you want it but it turns out to be completely opposite to what you want.

08-13-2009, 04:33 AM
Good story please write some more maybe the next time there will be two men doing it to you. you know you liked it didnt you?

08-17-2009, 12:31 PM
Well writen, beleivable and a good warning to those who tred a stony path. Well done and thanks for sharing this tale.

10-17-2009, 11:06 PM
Good story. Would like to see more.

10-07-2010, 01:12 AM
Good story

10-11-2010, 01:03 AM
Humm...hadn't read this one before. Thanks for sharing it Cum4me