Yet Another Unsuspecting Rape Victim, a short story by Roxanne. Date added: 2010-11-25. Times viewed: 10670.
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- Intro: A serial rapist gets what he wants using a date rape drug....M/F, force, drugs.
Yet Another Unsuspecting Rape Victim.
Hannah had been driving for two hours in the dark. She was tired, her eyes were straining and she was lost.
She was on her way from her home near Nottingham to her parent’s home in Southampton, but she had taken a wrong turn somewhere and didn’t have a clue where she was. She didn’t have a Sat Nav, she preferred a good old fashioned map, which usually got her from A to B, but she was tired and the roads were confusing her frazzled brain.
Hannah was 27, of slight build and she had the most beautiful long blonde hair. Her deep blue eyes had broken many a heart, but she was happy to be single….for now.
She stopped the car in a lay-by, turned the interior light on and studied the map again. She did the girlie thing of turning the map around but still couldn’t work out where the hell she was.
As she sat alone, she took her mobile phone out. She could at least phone her Mum to let her know why she was late.
“Shit, out of battery,” she threw her phone onto the passenger seat.
“Now what the hell do I do?” she thought.
As she was contemplating what to do, some car lights appeared from behind her. She looked at her watch, it was 11.25, and she really wanted her bed.
She looked at the vehicle that had pulled up behind her in her rear view mirror. It wasn’t a car, as she had originally thought, but a motor home. A man got out and started walking towards her car. Hannah had the good sense to flick her central locking and looked up as the man tapped on her driver’s side window.
“Is everything okay?” he shouted through the closed window. “Do you need any help?”
Hannah lowered her window a couple of inches.
“I’m okay thanks, just a bit lost,” she answered as she looked up into his dark brown eyes and noticed how tall he was, at least 6ft 5 inches, compared to her 5ft 4 inches.
“You look tired. Would you like to have a coffee with me in my camper and we’ll see where you need to be heading?”
“My name’s Graham, by the way.”
Hannah let down her guard and opened her car door.
“I’m Hannah; I could really do with a coffee, thank you. I’m shattered and I still have at least another two hours driving ahead.”
“Come on then, I’ll put the kettle on and get you sorted.”
Hannah grabbed her bag and the map, and locked her car up. She followed Graham to his camper and he held the door open for her.
She stepped up and went inside. She was surprised how comfortable it was, a real home from home.
Graham put the kettle on and got two mugs from a small cupboard. He put a spoonful of coffee in each.
He glanced over at Hannah as he emptied a sachet of white powder into her mug.
“Sugar?” he asked her, as she was looking around, exploring her surroundings.
“Um, no thanks, just milk.”
“This is really something, I’ve never been in a camper as big as this before,” she looked around in awe at the interior details.
“Can I use your bathroom please,” she asked, having spotted the compact toilet.
“Of course, make yourself at home,” came the reply.
Whilst Hannah disappeared for a few minutes, Graham carried the two steaming mugs and placed them down on a small wooden coffee table, which he pulled out from under the main table.
“Please, sit down,” he motioned to her as she returned, making a space on the built-in sofa. She sat down and he sat next to her, but not so close as to feel uncomfortable.
Hannah felt strangely at ease with this man. They chatted easily and Hannah told Graham about her parent’s house in Southampton, which was only a couple of minutes from the sea. They drank their coffee and Graham watched Hannah’s face intently as she chatted, waiting for the effects of her spiked coffee to kick in.
He was on a week’s holiday himself, driving around, staying wherever he found himself at the end of the day, looking for unsuspecting girls to have some drug induced fun with.
His camper van was more than big enough for a man on his own. Along with a small toilet and shower room, it had a galley kitchen, a small bedroom with a double bed and the lounge area where they sat talking.
They chatted about all sorts of things and Graham moved his empty mug to the kitchen area. Hannah’s mug was almost empty….about 30 minutes to wait before he could make his move.
“Would you like some music on?” he asked “What are you into?”
“Anything relaxing, I’m feeling very chilled now, for some reason,” Hannah replied, leaning back against the sofa, the drug starting to do its work. Graham put on a CD of love songs, wanting Hannah to get in the mood for some fun as soon as possible. His cock began to twitch as he thought about his prospects for a good fuck in the next 20 minutes or so.
When he sat back down, he shuffled closer to Hannah and put his arm around her, giving her a playful squeeze.
Hannah hadn’t had sex for a couple of months and started to loosen up, enjoying the closeness of this man she had only just met and feeling her inhibitions melting away.
Graham recognised the signs…….he’d seen them several times before with at least six other unsuspecting girls during the past year.
Hannah was fast becoming incapacitated as the relaxant quickly began to take hold. As she was so petite, the drug worked quickly. Graham looked at her petite form and knew that he’d have no trouble at all getting what he wanted from her tiny body.
He slipped an arm under her back and another under her knees and carried her to his bedroom.
She was asleep now, completely out of it and Graham couldn’t wait to get started.
He laid her down carefully on her back, positioning her arms down by her sides and her legs straight.
Graham stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing Hannah carefully, considering what to do first. He climbed up, and straddled her legs, allowing him to undo her shirt buttons. As he did, it became apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her small pert tits laying bare before him in all their glory.
He took a nipple in each of his hands and pinched them, looking at Hannah’s face for reaction. A brief fluttering of her eyelids was the only response. He twisted one and then the other until the hard buds contorted grotesquely; he then pulled them to their full extent and let them go as if twanging elastic.
They shrivelled back to their puckered state. Graham squeezed Hannah’s right tit roughly, if she had been conscious, he would have caused her a lot of pain. He took her nipple in his mouth and licked her areola, enjoying his power over the defenceless girl. He sucked her hard nipple harder than he would ever with a consenting partner. He bit her as he sucked and pulled her bud through his teeth.
He turned his attention to her left nipple and gave it the same treatment. From his bedside drawer, he pulled some nipple clamps. He toyed with one, opening and closing it before clamping it to Hannah’s sore left nipple. Her face showed little reaction, so he twisted the clamp and pulled it, but she wasn’t responding.
He clamped the right nipple and delighted at the sight of her distorted tits.
Graham undid the zip on her tight skinny jeans and removed her shoes and threw them on the floor.
Her jeans slipped down her slim legs easily with a sharp tug at the bottom hem of each leg. They too ended up on the floor.
She was wearing white cotton panties with a wide lacy waistband and lace trim around each leg. Graham grabbed the front of them and pulled them up sharply, forcing them between her pussy lips.
To Graham’s delight she was completely shaven and he ran a finger over her smooth, soft labia. He ran his tongue over her panties, taking in her muskiness, the womanly odour only serving to make his cock grow another inch inside his briefs.
He slowly pulled down her panties, running his fingers down her thighs as he pulled them all the way down, and off.
Hannah was now naked apart from her shirt which lay open on her arms, and the nipple clamps that were torturing her previously small, neat nipples, but now just looked swollen and painful.
Graham undid his jeans and slid them to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them to one side.
His briefs quickly followed revealing an 8 inch erection, which stood out proudly and was ready for action.
Sliding up the bed, he kissed Hannah’s mouth, sucking and nibbling her bottom lip. He planted kisses down her neck and across her tits, giving the nipple clamps a twist as he passed them on his way south, over her flat, toned stomach, to her smooth, hairless pussy.
He licked her labia again and pushed her legs apart, giving himself better access to her inner lips and cunt.
His tongue ran over her engorged clit and flicked it before sucking it into his mouth. It occurred to him that it was a shame she wasn’t able to enjoy the sensations he was inflicting on her, but he was enjoying it so what the hell….
Pushing two fingers roughly into her wet pussy he fingered her hard, making squelching noises that only he could hear.
He was ready to fuck now and he lifted her legs over his shoulders to make penetration easier.
In one easy movement he entered her, his 8 inches filling her more than she had been filled before, and she wasn’t even aware of it.
Thrusting into her hard, he pushed her small body up the bed. He pounded her mercilessly and within a couple of minutes was ready to cum. He pulled out and spurted his milky semen all over her stomach, tits and even got some on her neck. He grunted as the last of his spunk emptied over her and he doubled over, supporting himself with his hands, leaning over Hannah’s unconscious form.
Graham got some tissues and wiped most of the sticky spunk from her body. He got a bowl of warm soapy water and a flannel and carefully washed away his DNA from her skin.
Her nipples engorged with blood as he released them from the clamps, if she had been able to feel pain, that would have been unbearable.
Graham fastened her shirt buttons and straightened her legs out so he could pull her panties and jeans back on again.
When he was fully dressed also, Graham gathered Hannah’s handbag and her map.
He got her car keys out and quickly left her so he could open her car up ready to put her back in it.
No one was on the roads by this time and he was easily able to carry Hannah to her car and place her in the driver’s seat without being seen.
Closing her car door, he took a last look at the poor unsuspecting girl and smiled to himself.
He climbed up into his motor home and drove away into the night.
Two hours later, Hannah woke up with a headache and felt strange. She couldn’t explain it, but she had the oddest feeling that something wasn’t quite right…..and her nipples were sore. Something had happened but she had no idea what.
She looked at the time, almost half past four; the sky was just starting to get light.
The motor home that had been parked behind her had gone. What was his name…..that lovely guy who made her coffee? Graham, that’s right….nice man….really friendly and helpful.
Hannah turned the key in the ignition and headed off towards the nearest town where she could get some breakfast and directions….and something for her headache….
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