Best Rape Sites

**Author’s note** Hi guys, this is for all of the people who’ve asked me to write more on these two; I hope you like it. They’re not completely the same people (well, Sasha is still very much Sasha, but Suzanne is a lot younger and a lot less confident in herself) but it’s something that’s been bugging me for a while and I wanted to see how it would play out. Please let me know what you think! 

Sasha stood off to the side of the soldiers, silentlyscanning the groups of people around him. He wasn’t looking for anyone inparticular, but his eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on theback of his neck stood on end. On the surface, the girl was unremarkable andthe soldiers certainly hadn’t taken any notice of her; however Sasha hadlittle regard for their abilities anyway.

From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowingred-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coatin an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she weretrying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was stillshivering in the cold.

She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue tothat. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun wasshining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a betterlook at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closerinspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. What was she doing here?

Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believeher bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching peoplejust when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t haveanything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heardstories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed herand she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one ofthe men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrivedwith the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her thatit wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhapsit was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty lookinghandgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. Oh, god.

Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalkedtowards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly. The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, althoughhe wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a haltabout 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come tohim. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and herheart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over tohim, but she couldn’t get her legs to work. Read the rest of this entry »

You are hurrying to get dressed for your evening out. Once again, your husband was sent away on work and wouldn’t be back until morning. This time, your friend Sarah called and invited you for a “night on the town”. You had just finished your hair and had slipped into that naughty spaghetti strap red number that yells out “if I bend over you can fuck me”.

The doorbell chimes. You curse under your breath, but swing the door open wide. At your door is your husband’s boss Jim. “Hi there Debbie”

You are aghast. This is one of the best looking males you have ever seen. Jim is 6foot two, black, in great shape and very well off. He somehow looks a little tough, even in his $4,000 dollar suits. “Oh hi Jim,….Uh, come on in.” He steps in to the doorway and lets the screen door close behind him. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to take you out for the evening.” “What? I’m not going out for the evening.” “You look dressed for it.” “Yes, but my friend….” “Call her and tell her you’ve got business to deal with.” “What business” you say. Read the rest of this entry »

Having zero conscience makes it so easy. Nothing to stifle the creativity. The Bolton brothers had always been bad news and on this particular day, that fact alone was simply bad luck for fourteen-year-old Kirsty Mitchell, on her way to school. Just another young girl In the right place at the wrong time.

They had followed her sight unseen for a couple of days. The two minutes during which time she crossed the small park fronting Brewer Avenue, presented an unrepeatable opportunity.

As she crossed to the narrow footpath skirting the eastern side of the park, she subconsciously noticed the dark van and the two workman clipping the hedge. It was really too hot for school she mused, how cool would it be at the beach today instead? She was still belaboring the fantasy when a strong hand clamped itself across her mouth and an arm of equal strength encircled her waist. Scarce five-two barefoot and sleight of build, she was lifted bodily and heaved unceremoniously into the van. The rear doors slammed shut and as the first scream formed in her throat, Kenny Bolton put a knife to her cheek. Read the rest of this entry »