It's a lark

[Shocker]

Teaser:“Can you explain to me on more time, why I should do this?”
“Because, you, Tammy and I are all hungry, and have agreed on pizza, and it’s your apartment.”
“I do get the pizza part, but why am I just wearing a towel.”
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

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Title: It’s a lark
Author: Shocker
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[size=200It’s a lark[/size]

“Come on Emma, loosen up it’s lark” Mel beamed at her.
Emma’s return stare should have immediately incinerated her friend, but there was no way of getting through the armor of good humor.
“Can you explain to me on more time, why I should do this?”
“Because, you, Tammy and I are all hungry, and have agreed on pizza, and it’s your apartment.”
“I do get the pizza part, but why am I just wearing a towel.”
“Because we all agreed that, as this is April 1st, we should have a little fun with the pizza delivery guy.” Tammy offered.
“And you are wearing a towel, so that your dignity remains intact. Also flashing the guy will be much easier this way.” Mel added.
“It’s that flashing part, that has me worried.”
“Don’t worry Emma, seeing naked women coming to the door, is an occupational hazard. Like being a doctor. It’s all great fun.”
“So you have done this before?”
“Once” Mel lowered her eyes.
Emma turned her gaze at Tammy, who simply nodded.
“Then why isn’t one of you wearing this towel?”

The towel in question was a big spa towel. The white cloth wrapped around Emma’s naked body, tugged in over her chest. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
“Because we cut cards for it, and a three looses to both a Jack and ten.”
Which was true, there had been a thrill pulsating through her body, when she had put her hand onto the deck. Knowing that she was committing herself to something like this. Of course her hope had been that it would be Mel or Tammy, who would have to go through with this. She had turned her card and the three black spades had looked ominous on the white cardboard.
“Perhaps we should have ordered chicken wings instead. As our Emma her seems to be chickening out.” Tammy’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Emma thought fast, yes her friends would let her step back from this, they had been best friends since high school. She had known about Tammy’s first period, before her friend had told her mom. When Mel had lost her virginity to the quarterback, it had been Tammy and Emma, whom she told under the seal of secrecy. They would let her get out of this, she was certain of that, the same way she was certain it would be brought up over and over again. Emma chickening out, Emma being afraid. She had no desire hearing Tammy making clucking noises, imitating a chicken. They had gambled, and she had lost. After all, what was there to it. One quick flash, a moment of embarrassment and it would be over.

Emma was proud of her body, 23 years old, 5 foot 2 and with a runners' physique. She spent 5 hours a week running either in the park or on the treadmill depending on the weather. All the accumulations of fatty tissue on her body, were where she wanted them to be. Primarily in her breasts and buttocks, and those were assets not liabilities. She knew she could walk into any bar, without ever having to bother to bring money to pay for her drinks. Emma made a quick mental inventory, she had shaved this morning, so if the delivery guy was allowing his eyes to wander below her breasts, he would get an unobstructed view of her naked mound. Yet she doubted that any man, ever would stop ogling her 34C breasts, with the brown nipples, that for some unknown reasons had hardened.

The doorbell rang and Emma jumped a bit. Calming herself with deep breaths she went to the intercom.
“Yes”
“Pizza Express, delivery for Thomas.” the voice was a pleasant tenor.
“Yes that’s me. I’ll buzz you in, we are in the 3rd floor, apartment 3B.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Thomas, but company policy forbids us to enter buildings. Could you please come to the door?”
Color drained from Emma’s face. Going to her apartment door like this was a lark, as Mel would say. But going to the street door 3 floors down, was something entirely different. She was about to say something as she heard Tammy.
“Cluck, Cluck.”
“I’ll come down. The charge for the pizza was is already on my card.”
“Yes Mrs. Thomas, that’s all done, including the tip. Very generous of you Ma’am.”
“You have no idea my boy.” Emma thought.

Just clad in her towel and feet in her flip-flops, she stepped through her apartment door. The door fell closed behind her catching a piece of the towel. Pulling it of her body. She tried wrestling the towel from the door jamb, to no avail. She knocked at her door, but the only response was.
“Cluck, Cluck”

Emma was furious, she was going to get those pizzas, and then she would kill her best friends. She had to make a decision, as there were two ways of getting down to the door. The elevator, which took forever to make the short trip, or the staircase. If she was lucky, the elevator would show up quicker than normal, with even more luck it might be empty. But then she would be trapped in it for 30 seconds. And with every floor there was a chance of one of her neighbors getting in. People she ran into frequently. People who knew her by name. The shame of meeting one of them in her current outfit, or the lack thereof, would be unimaginable. And then again the same risk coming back, though at that pout she would have pizza boxes to shield her nakedness.

That meant the staircase. Nobody took the stairs, if one wanted to exercise, they went to the gym. It would take longer, but the chances of running into anybody was almost nil. That settled it. As quickly as her shoes allowed it she marched towards the staircase and down the three flights of stairs. Arriving at the front, she could see the form of the delivery guy through the distorting glass of the door. Emma took a deep breath, held her head high. And opened the door wide.

The young man on the other side, wore a hat stating in white letter “Pizza Express”. He looked at her and his eyes went wide for a moment. Rolled up in his head with annoyance, as if they said “not another one.” He quickly refocused his eyes on hers.
“One Margaritha, one calzone and one pizza Hawaii for Thomas.”
“Yes, that’s correct.” Emma said and took the three boxes.
“Have a nice day ma’am.” The young man turned and walked away muttering under his breath.
Emma believed to hear “can’t they think of something else”.
She slammed the door shut, while she had not relished the idea of strutting her stuff, it not being appreciated did sting.

“Don’t take it so hard honey, from where I’m standing the view is phenomenal” a deep voice said from behind her.
Emma whirled around clutching the pizza boxes in her hands.
“Wow baby, I loved your ass, but those tits looks sweet.”
Her hands rose to cover her breasts. She saw a man leaning against the open door. Cigarette dangling in the between his lips and eyes insolently staring at her.
“What do you want? She yelled.
”I’m just here admiring the sights. And they get better every second. I have to ask, are you a true redhead? Because you lack the carpet, to match to the drapes.”
It just then dawned on Emma, that by trying to cover her chest, she had exposed even more intimate parts of her body to his eyes. She rapidly tried to arrange herself in a less vulnerable fashion.
“As for what I want, I want to hear the sound of my balls slapping against your ass.”

He barely had finished the words, as he launched himself at her. His words and far less his actions had time to register, when he was upon her. Grabbing her by the throat and her hair, dragging her towards the open door.
“Sam, a hand please.” she heard him shout inside.
She dropped the boxes onto the floor, and tried to scream past the pressure around her throat. Her arms wildly pounding against her assailant.
A second man, showed up at the door. The scene must have been bizarre, as he would have seen his friend manhandling a naked woman. He joined the fray. Closing his powerful arms around hers and her midsection, pinning her hands uselessly against her sides.

A moment later they were inside the apartment and the door fell shut behind them. The first man, did let go of her throat and she started to scream for help. Sam simply pressed her rip cage tighter knocking the air out of her lungs.
“Put a sock in, you are ruining my calm.”
Emma continued to wail as loud as she could, while the first man, ducked away into a bedroom, coming back with a pair of white athletic socks. Forced her mouth open and pushed the thick cloth inside. She could taste the laundry detergent in them. The man produced a roll of duct tape and sealed the makeshift gag in her mouth.

Then pushing her face first onto the ground, they managed to move her hands behind her back securing her wrists with more of the tape. Emma began to take in the interior of the apartment. It was surprisingly sparse, aside from a couple of cardboard boxes, there was only the carpet she lay on in the room.
“So Johnny my boy. Would you please tell me what you want with this naked chick?”
The other man, apparently named Johnny, laughed derisively. “Let me think, what does one do with a naked slut. I’d draw you a picture, but all my crayons are already packed up. But perhaps you can take notes, and figure it out.”

He grabbed Emma by a single leg and turned her onto her back, at the same time causing her legs to open. An opening he immediately slid his body in, to prevent her from closing her legs again. He lowered himself onto his knees between her splayed legs, and opened his jeans. Pushing down his shorts he revealed a hard cock. Thick and with angry veins along its shaft. The dark head looking menacing. He reached for her sex, and started fondling her.
“Dry as hell. Well my dear, you better start some warm thoughts, or you will feel like you get ripped apart in a few minutes. I always heard redheaded sluts get really wet.”
Emma tried to protest, but the gag muffled the words to Incomprehensibility.
“I know you are telling me you are no slut. But if there is one true indicator of being a slut, it’s a bald slit.”
His hand hit the naked flesh of her pudenda.
“So start greasing that cunt, because here comes Johnny.”
Emma felt his hot manhood pressing between the folds of her unprepared sex. She did like sex, she seriously liked having sex with well hung men, all her toys tended to be on the large side. But this wasn’t sex. This wasn’t the slow sexy build up to a joint pleasurable experience. Her biggest dildo might be larger than this man, but when she struggled with that one she was ready, sopping wet in anticipation, and had applied liberal amounts of lube.

No, this was rape. His cock was not ribbed for her pleasure, but felt like an iron rod rammed into her unprotected soft tissue. Every inch was agony, and she kept on screaming ineffectively into the sock shutting her mouth. Finally, he bottomed out, she felt his ball sac slapping against her butt. Then he started to bull back, the tender membranes of her sex, still insufficiently stretched, clung to his cock. She felt as if he pulled her innards out of her body, just to reverse course and smashing them back in again.

The other man, Sam, started to fondle her breasts. Telling her in a soft voice to relax, that he had caught up to Johnny’s plan, and he wasn’t as small as Johnny was. It didn’t take Johnny long to cum inside her. He didn’t even make an attempt to pull out. He looked her straight in the eyes, as he shot his seed into her womb. As he withdrew and got up, Emma instinctively clamped her legs tightly shut. Johnny tried to grab her ankles, but Sam told him to leave her be.

The big man dropped his pants and showed an erect penis, that dwarfed her previous rapist. With the same calm voice as before he spoke.
“Love, I know what you are thinking. You think I keep my legs shut, and he can’t do a thing.”
Thoughts of that kind did indeed populate Emma’s mind.
“But you are wrong honey. You are more than a cunt. You have more usable holes.”
Emma’s eyes went wide.
“So I’m giving you a choice here. Your ass or your cunt.”
Emma shook her head frantically.
“I’d like you to think about this for a moment. The cum currently leaking out of you, will act as lubricant. Or I can ram this log dry up your ass. Your choice. I’m counting down from three. If you choose your cunt, you will spread those legs for me. And I mean real wide, I don’t want to misunderstand your choice.”
“Three”
Emma looked at him like the rabbit at the proverbial snake. There wasn’t much of a choice, she was in for a world of pain. She had never indulged in anal sex, and this would be even worse than the first rape. She felt her knees parting slightly.
“Two, I see your legs tremble, speak up.”
She forced herself to open her legs to shoulder width.
“Looks to me like you are asking for anal. Speak loud and clear my love.”
Her eyes went wide again. No anything but that. She spread her legs as far as she could twisting her pelvis upwards and lewdly offering her sex up to him.
“One”
He lowered himself onto her, inserted his massive cock into her sex, and slowly and methodically began to fuck her. Causing more seed to spill onto the carpet.

When Mel and Tammy began looking for their friend they only found the dropped pizza boxes. Sam was at that time balls deep inside Emma.

By the time the cops arrived at the apartment building Emma had been rolled up in the cum stained carpet and deposited in the back of Johnny’s u-haul, being driven of into the sunset.

When the case of Emma Thomas, missing was declared cold by the police department. The Gringa was servicing a client in a seedy Mexican Brothel, to support her new drug habit. John T. Clark and Sam Fisher, had sold her to the proprietor, for a round of fucks and a night of beers, starting their new lives south of the border.

The End

[RapeU]

An excellent entry. The harmless wager part made it believable, and the pizza guy rolling his eyes not even engaging her was a smart move. I'm sure the police first suspected the pizza guy, and by the time they figured out it wasn't him it was too late.

[Shocker]

An excellent entry. The harmless wager part made it believable, and the pizza guy rolling his eyes not even engaging her was a smart move. I'm sure the police first suspected the pizza guy, and by the time they figured out it wasn't him it was too late.

I admit that I was struggling with finding a prank, that would fit a story I wanted to tell. Toying with the idea of a fake pubic hair removal, I liked the uncomfortable situation, but there was no good follow up on where that prank could go horribly wrong.

[Lucius]

I love reckless redheads in trouble, and girls taking the stairs in the nude happen to jolt my libido regardless of the colour of their hair...

Oh yeah, ah, that's a fine entry!

[Shocker]

I love reckless redheads in trouble, and girls taking the stairs in the nude happen to jolt my libido regardless of the colour of their hair...

Oh yeah, ah, that's a fine entry!

One simply has to love redheads, and naked redheads are adorable.