The following is a work of FICTION. I do, however wish to thank the reader who suggested I write it. ----- Date: 4/4/01 8:27:17 AM Central Daylight Time Heather's Crazed Fan by DEDHeather94 I couldn't believe I'd told him the name of my town!! What the hell had I been thinking?? These desperate and useless thoughts raged through me as he laughed at my terror. "Consider me a fan", he had said to me online. He'd read my Heather stories somewhere on the net...I had them posted everywhere it seemed. He had written some excellent rape stories himself and we became friendly. Almost right away he began wanting to know when we could meet and play out our own rape story...then write about it. I laughed, of course. I didn't know him well enough to agree to such a thing....and besides I'd sworn never again...but that's another story. Now here I was...suddenly thrust into a nightmare....my own Vile Gamer story coming true when my new friend Steve abducted me from the damn movie theater parking lot! He did it differently of course....he writes stories too, remember. Instead of commanding me out of my car, he'd waited till I'd left the car on my own and began walking toward the theater. Yes, like the Heather of my stories I liked to go to the movies alone and I had a tendency to park as far away as possible while enjoying a doobie in my car. He'd been watching me, obviously, and I paid no attention to the footsteps behind me when I began my long walk toward the theater. I drew in my breath sharply when an arm suddenly encircled my neck and I felt something sharp at my ribs. "Don't make a sound, Bitch", the voice in my ear muttered. I felt myself go tense and cold with terror. I flinched as the sharp pressure at my ribs grew more insistent. "That's right...I have a knife. Don't make me hurt you....not yet anyway" I was so terrified I felt paralyzed....I couldn't move a muscle. I'm so scared of knives... My assailant released his grip from around my neck and quickly grabbed ahold of my arm, pulling me in the general direction of where I'd just come from. "This way....NOW". He was steeering me toward his car, and I could barely make my legs work and nearly stumbled. He never took the knife away from my side till he opened the passenger side door and shoved me in. Now here I was in his floorboard....wrists handcuffed behind me....but not gagged, so when the car began to move and I finally found my voice I began to plead. "Please....why are you doing this? Who are you? Please let me go....Don't hurt me" I began to cry. "Consider me a fan", he said smiling. I knew then...at least I thought I did. "Steve?", I whispered...."Omigod" "Hey!! That's good! I told you we were gonna play...", he smiled wickedly. "NOOOO!!!", I wailed. "Steve...I never agreed to this!! You know I didn't!!" "I know," he said, "Makes it all the more real, doesn't it?" I began to struggle with the cuffs. Now that I knew who it was I actually thought I could talk my way out of this mess....Shows how dumb I can be sometimes. "I'm not doing this Steve!!!" I shouted, "Get these fucking things OFF ME!!!" "Uh uh....temper temper..." he laughed. "It's cute and all, but don't make me have to hit you. I just want to rape you...over and over again....I'm gonna fuck your mouth...your ass...everything. It's not like you'll ever tell anybody, right? Besides, I'll be long gone by then anyway." The tears began again when I realized this lunatic was serious. I didn't want this to happen!! To my horror, however, a tingling wetness had begun to seep into my panties, still safely out of his view under my dress. I cried harder when I realized nothing would be out of his view for long.....as he sped me toward my impending rape. No sooner had I stumbled into the hotel room Steve began pushing me toward the bed...his eyes wild. "Steve NO!!! Don't do this!!" I knew it was hopeless but I couldn't help trying one more time to get him to snap out of this and let me go. Who was I kidding? He'd come all the way from Michegan! I had no hope at all. Ignoring my nearly hysterical pleas, he continued to shove me backwards until my legs were backed into the bed, then with one more hard shove I was sprawling across the bed on my back, whimpering as Steve stood over me unbuttoning his shirt, smiling when he saw my frightened eyes widen with panic. While he was pulling his shirt off, I tried to jump up so I could make a run for it, but he was ready for me and holding me down before I could even attempt to reach the floor. I shrieked then...a high-pitched wail of defeat and rage that was suddenly reduced to wretched muffled squeaks when his hand clamped over my mouth. I struggled desperately beneath him, nearly wild with panic over the speed with which this was happening. I was writhing and thrashing and still trying to scream and bite the hand that had such a tight grip on my face. I was terribly frightened, but mad as hell that he thought he had the right to just take me like this; like I wasn't a person at all...only a thing. Muffled or not, I screamed even harder...both outraged and terrified when it became obvious that my struggles were almost comically useless. My attacker was way too strong and too determined to have me....there was no escape. He held me down easily, but soon grew tired of his captive's rebellion. "Stop it Heather!", he snapped at me, "Stop fighting me. Do you want me to get the knife back out?" His voice was angry and upon hearing him mention his knife I froze, my struggles ending abruptly. "There....", he said in a mockingly soothing voice, "That's better.....much better. I'll take my hand off your mouth if you promise not to scream. If you break your promise, I'll cut you. Don't test me on that, ok?" I could feel my eyes fill with tears again as I nodded, looking up at him with new fear and panting harshly thru my nose from the futile battle I'd just lost. Nevermind the outrage....surviving this and surviving it relatively intact became more important. I don't know if I believed he would really cut me, but at this point I had no idea what he could be capable of. After all, I never believed he would come all this way just to rape me either. He shifted his position on my body and removed his hand from my mouth...replacing it with his own as he mashed his lips onto mine in a rough kiss, his tongue rudely invading my clamped-shut lips, forcing them apart...forcing its way inside...almost a parody of the rape it precluded. My soft whimpers became slightly louder, frantic, when the same hand that had silenced me began to roam over my body...roughly squeezing my breasts, pinching the nipples painfully; his brutal kiss muffling the cries I couldn't have possibly held in. Steve was kissing my neck, breathing heavily. I gasped...I was afraid to speak, yet couldn't stop myself from trying to reason with him. "Steve...please....don't do this," I pleaded thru my tears, "Ohgod...don't do this to me, ok? Please don't rape me..", my voice broke off in a sob. "Sssshhhh....". His hand was now exploring under the skirt of my dress, squeezing my ass, then groping rudely between my legs. He chuckled but didn't comment my being so wet...he didn't have to; the leer on his face said it all. He knew what this kind of fear did to me.....he was a fan of my stories. I could feel his gloating anticipation as his hands slowly pushed my dress higher...over my thighs, my hips...my breasts, giving them another squeeze while there. In one swift movement he yanked my dress over my head, my arms helplessly following till they were over my head, tangled in the garment being stripped from me. Holding both my wrists that way, he twisted the material around them tightly, binding me with my own dress! He was straddling me now, his knees on either side of me, not quite sitting on me, but keeping enough of his weight on me to keep me from trying to bolt again as he resumed removing his shirt. He was staring at me, watching me cry. Grinning, he raised himself slightly and undid his jeans, yanking at them slightly in his effort to free his enormous erection. My eyes widened and so did his smile when he saw them. He fondly stroked the weapon he was about to attack me with, making sure I saw it. "See what I got for you, little bitch?", he sneered. I cried harder when he literally ripped my panties from my body...not bothering to pull them down; instead ripping them apart at the seams and flinging the scraps aside in his haste to violate me. "NOOO!!! OHGOD NO!!" I was very nearly breaking my promise, but I couldn't help it. Steve's movements were quick and violent but controlled. Seizing my knees, he forced my legs apart wider than was needed, and while holding them apart lowered himself onto my trembling body, releasing my legs, his body keeping them apart as he guided his engorged cock to the source of the warm wetness that was seeping onto the bedspread. Finding it, he drove into me suddenly with a strong lunge that stole my breath for a moment, causing bursts of tingles to explode and spread thru my whole body, making me stiffen with the nearly orgasmic waves that shook me despite the sharp pain of the sudden invasion. With very little hesitation he began to fuck me with cruel relish....stabbing into me visciously...his hips bruising my open thighs with the force of his assault. The look in his eyes as well as the violence of his movements would not let me forget for an instant that this was a rape...and one he was enjoying very much. He was putting me in what he considered to be my place right away, breaking down the last of whatever resistance I might have by pounding me into the mattress. Gripping my hair in both fists he put his lips close to my ear while he continued to piston inside me, his words, panted in my ear gleefully, filled me with horror. "Your pussy's nice bitch....but this is only the warm-up. I can't wait to get in that tight sweet ass of yours...mmm...yeaaahh...I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you won't sit down for a week!" His words made me start screaming again, despite the threat of the knife. "NOOOOO!!! Steve PLEASE GOD NO!! I can't take that!!! OHGOD Please don't!! You're too BIG!!!", I pleaded hysterically. Swiftly he pulled out of me and was suddenly on my chest, his hateful weapon in my face, his grip on my hair tightening as he yanked my head up towards it. "This should shut you up", he muttered, "Open your mouth".. I frantically tried to keep my lips together. His cock was against them, trying to force them apart, demanding entrance. I was sure he would choke me to death with it if he got it in there and...and I couldn't let something in my mouth that was coated with pussy juices! Even if it was my own. "OPEN I said!!" he growled, but still I refused. "Fucking Bitch.." he cursed, then leaned way over the bed, fiddling with his jeans that were on the floor. In a flash he'd resumed his position, but this time I felt his knife at my throat. My heart clenched in terror when I felt how sharp it was against the tender exposed flesh. "Gonna open up now whore? Or do you want me to slice your fucking throat?" With great reluctance, but little hesitation I chose to obey this time, allowing the slime-coated organ to push past my lips, trying hard not to gag when it filled my mouth. Disgusted as I was, being forced to taste my own pussy was about to be the least of my worries. Holding my head firmly in place with his cruel grip on my hair and raising himself up further, he started to face-fuck me in earnest, with short rapid thrusts at first, then pushing a little harder, going a little deeper with each one till finally he pushed steadily down my throat as far as he could go. My whole body was jerking with the gag reflex I could no longer control, thrashing with the panic of having no more air. He was fucking my throat now, deeply and brutally while my bound hands beat at him ineffectually...my feet kicking at the mattress furiously in my pathetic attempts to dislodge the terrible obstruction. "Uuuuhhh....oh yeah"...I could faintly hear him thru the roar in my ears, his voice tensed in obvious pleasure as he continued sawing in and out of my abused and aching throat. "Swallow that cock baby....ohhhh fuck.....yeah...you can do it", like I had a choice, "take it ALL!" My vision was going dark. Just as I was sure I was going to pass out from the lack of air, then suffocate, he suddenly stopped the torture by pulling himself free from my tight throat. I was pulling in huge gasps of precious oxygen, never so glad to just BREATHE, when warm spurts of his cum splattered my face, my hair, my breasts. A few squirts hit my open mouth, which was still gasping for air. I really didn't care at this point if he dumped a whole bucket of the stuff over my head! I was just glad that the hellish face-fuck was over. He used his still-hard prick to smear his load all over my face. I whined in protest, but obeyed when he commanded me to lick him clean. "Good girl", he crooned when I'd gotten all that I could. When he finally got off of me I was dumb enough to ask if he'd let me go now. Laughing, he seized my ankles and roughly flipped me onto my stomach. "Yeah....right", was all he said. I wanted to cry again in utter despair when I felt rope or something being wound around my left ankle, then pulled tight as he tied the end to something at the foot of the bed. As he was doing the same thing to my right ankle, I cried out in a voice made ragged due to my pained throat. "But....you....you came! You're done!! Why won't you let me GO now??", I wailed. His hands were on my helplessly exposed ass, squeezing...kneading. His voice sounded excited as he spoke to me while untying my twisted dress from my wrists, then re-tying them together, behind my back with rope. "Yeah baby...I sure did. And I'm going to cum again.....this time in that beautiful ass" "NOOoooo", I cried...."oh...oh please don't do that!" I felt the panic rising again. No way could I take him there! He would tear me apart! "Oh yeah....it's gonna happen bitch. I came all this way for that ass. It's mine!" New sobs shook my body when he climbed back onto the bed, his hands spreading the wetness from between my legs up into my quivering ass crack. I gasped when my head was pulled up by my hair again, then cried harder when I heard the menacing whisper in my ear. "It's going to take me a very long time to cum again, sweetness. I'll be in that tight ass of yours for quite a while." The horrified scream that burst from me was cut short by the tape he slapped over my lips. His cruel laughter rang in my ears....there was no hope. I tensed up in pure panic when I felt his still rock-hard cock pushing against the tiny puckered entrance to my ass; my body instinctively jerking and trying to pull away from the imminent invasion. It was of course all in vain...I was too tightly restrained to even hope for escape. I knew that being tensed up was the very worst way my body could be prepared for being fucked this way, but I couldn't help it...I was wild with fear. I wouldn't have had time to relax anyway. The pressure against me was immediately replaced with a bolt of intense tearing PAIN as he pushed himself against my ass hard...so hard it took my breath. "FUCK!! That's tight!!!...I only got the head in!", I heard him say. His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled my ass closer, dragging my upper body across the bed, forcing my knees to bend as he pulled my ass higher. He was pushing even harder....grunting with the effort...my breath returned in the form of useless wails of protest and despair that could barely be heard anyway thru the tape over my mouth. When he finally broke thru the ring of my tightly clenched muscle, the screams of agony that exploded from my already tortured throat nearly tore the tape that kept them trapped inside. I could hear his moans of triumph and sadistic pleasure as he continued to push even harder until I felt his balls resting against me. I felt on fire as I writhed with the worst pain I'd ever endured, unable to stop the eruption of screams. Everything went black for a moment. I must have passed out from the intolerable agony inflicted on me because the next thing I remember was my head being yanked up again by my hair. He was slapping at my face, saying "Wake up! I want you awake for this!" When my shrieks assured him I was indeed awake and fully able to feel my torture, he began moving inside me....lowering his body onto mine, his fist still full of my hair, his other hand gripping my shoulder for leverage. He was settling in for a long hard assfuck, sinking himself into me till he could go no further, pulling out halfway, then driving into me harder with each stroke. I was beginning to wish he had cut my throat after all. Nearly insane in the extremity of my anguish, any escape would have been welcomed, even death. I couldn't die, and I couldn't escape, only suffer as I was forced to feel every inch...every stroke....every single cruel lunge. I was trapped in a nightmare...a world of pain that wouldn't end. I'm not sure how long this lasted...or how many in and out thrusts my violated bottom endured. It seemed like hours to me, though I know it wasn't. When my screams dwindled to sobs, he tore the tape from my face...maybe so he could hear them better. I wasted no time, immediately begging him to take it out TAKE IT OUUUT OHGOD PLEEEEASE IT HURRRTS!!...or something like that I'm sure. One of his hands reached under me then, finding my clit and rubbing it...stroking it expertly till it sprang to unexpected life, sending waves of pleasurable tingles to mingle with the pain. It didn't seem possible, but the pain was abating somewhat. The muscles inside me had undoubtedly stretched enough by now under the relentless assault to at least allow the pain to be bearable, if only slightly. "I'll take it out when I cum," he snarled. "Beg me to cum in your ass you worthless slut", he said savagely as he continued to manipulate my clit until I felt my pussy squeezing and throbbing in response. "Please cum in my ass Steve!", I gasped out. My own words surprised me by arousing me further. I repeated it louder, trying to arouse him further as well...begging him as he wanted and also of my own accord. "Shoot it in my ass....OHGOD PLEASE HURRY....CUM IN MY AAAASSSS!!! OH FUCK ME MAKE IT STOP!!!" Laughing, he pushed himself up on his knees again, pulling me against him by my hips. His cock, still buried in my ass, jerked inside me with the motion, making me cry out with new pain. My mouth was open but could hardly make a sound as he fucked my ass harder than ever...driving in and out of me with a frenzy that stole my breath. My body shook with each hard blow as he pounded away at me, yanking me against him visciously so that I missed nothing. The pleasure and pain had combined to become a seperate new sensation that nobody could bear for long....I could certainly bear it no longer. Savage cries that no longer resembled my earlier screams sounded from me as every muscle in my body tensed, including my impaled ass, which squeezed the invading cock so hard that my rapist cried out as well. Our outcries combined into one long wail of release.....his cock was jerking, mercifully filling my abused hole with shot after shot of hot cum while I shuddered and thrashed as my own explosive orgasm tore thru me...leaving me exhausted...barely concious. I was released of course; battered, horribly used, but alive and relatively unhurt. Steve had exaggerated. I was able to sit down again in a few days, actually. Now that I've written this, maybe he'll leave me alone. Before he let me out of his car and back into my own, he informed me that if I didn't send him this story soon, he'd be back....for further inspiration he said. Damn. Now I know how the guy in "Misery" felt. Sort of.... The End
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