Raping the Right Girl?

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: They came for her. They conquered her. Then things got confusing. Kerry didn't know why the whole town seemed to target her, but when she found out, things went from bad to insane.
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Title: Raping the Right Girl?
Author: SoftGameHunter

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An older tale. Sometimes I look back and have no memory of writing something. I certainly recognize my style, but I read this one as mystified as the main girl for half the story about what was happening. It's fun to read your own stuff for the first time. And hopefully y'all will enjoy it too.
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Raping the Right Girl?


Kerri cried and cried as she walked down the middle of the road. Her abductors were safe in their truck beside her. The rope tied around her neck and to the side mirror kept her close, trying not to trip and fall under the wheels. They kept changing speeds, though, making it hard. Her hands were tied behind her back tightly, ensuring she would be waddling off balance. She was totally naked, and the rough pavement hurt her feet.

“Keep moving your fat ass!” the man in the passenger seat yelled at her, squirting her with water. The cool evening air made the liquid seem colder. Yet, as obviously as she was being mistreated, everyone driving by ignored her or honked their horns. She saw all manners of thumbs ups, fist pumps, waves, high fives and other attitudes directed at the two men in the truck. A few tried to spit on her as they slowed to pass by.

“Please! Please!” she cried. “I can’t keep going!”

“Go faster then!” the passenger said while the driver ticked up the cruise control. Now Kerri had to nearly trot to keep up, her body wiggling and shaking. Her pendulous breasts went up and down and sideways. She was starting to breathe hard from the exertion. But they showed no sign of slowing for her.

“Stop! Stop!” she screamed when she could form coherent words at all. She was swaying now as she became fatigued. Instead, they ticked up the speed again, now making her jog along. Kerri hadn’t exercised in years, which showed. She was sweating buckets in the cool evening air, but her heart was pounding and her legs were aching. All the flesh on her body was shaking around, particularly her giant tits. They were now swinging wildly. She was crying hysterically as much as she could while gasping for breath. Yet, though dozens of cars full of cheering townsfolk drove by, some more than once, no one stopped to help her. She realized they never would.

Finally the men did slow back to a walking pace. Kerri just panted, trying to get air back in her lungs, but still crying. She realized they were just outside of town now. She could see the stores up ahead. Then they stopped. She stood sobbing and terrified as they got out of the car, untied the rope from the mirror, and dragged her into the woods along the side of the road. As soon as they were out of sight, the driver clenched his fist and plowed it hard into her face. She fell over screaming, tasting blood in her mouth. “You fucking whore!” he shouted at her.
“You’ve got this coming!” Kerri looked back up to see both men getting their pants off. They were going to rape her, she realized. Though she was already twenty-eight, she was still happily a virgin.

“No no no!” she cried, trying to slither away, though she was still tied and exhausted. They easily pulled her back, by her hair, and forced her onto her back, lying on her bound hands, and pulled her legs apart. The first of them was hard and he slammed his cock into her dry, unused pussy. She screamed in pain as it felt like it was tearing her apart. He pounded and pounded her, bruising up her crotch as he vented his rage on her. He finally stiffed up and she felt hot cum pouring into her belly. She barely had time to cry over it before the other one was doing the same, savagely slamming her and mauling her breasts with his hands as well. He ground her nipples between his fingernails, drawing blood and making Kerri scream even more as the pain shot through her body. She couldn’t believe it was happening to her. She tried to make it a dream she would wake up from, but that was impossible. She was being raped and beaten and there was nothing she could do but wait for them to end it.

In time it stopped, as the second man came in her. She lay sobbing on the ground while they got dressed. Then they grabbed hold of her and pulled her to her feet, shoved her against a tree, and pulled her arms behind her, around the trunk. She felt the ropes at her wrists.

“No!” she cried, trying to pull away. One of them belted her gut with his fist, shutting her up and ending her struggles. She gasped for breath as they tied her to the tree by her wrists, then her ankles, and finally her neck.

“So long, cunt!” one of them said, spitting on her face.

“Yeah, see you in the funny papers,” the other added, slapping her big fat tits around a few times.

“No! Oh god, please don’t just leave me here!” she screamed as they walked away. She struggled, but couldn’t free herself. “You can’t just leave me like this!” she wailed, but they were gone. She couldn’t see or hear the truck drive away from her spot in the woods, but it was clear that she was utterly alone, naked, beaten, and completely helpless. She screamed and screamed for help, wondering if anyone would even bother. No one cared when she was paraded down the road, tied and naked. Maybe they would all just let her die in the woods.

She struggled for over an hour, in growing darkness. She could rub the ropes on the rough trunk, but they didn’t seem to loosen or break. By then it had grown dark, and Kerri despaired of ever freeing herself. Worse, she was exhausted and thirsty and hungry. She couldn’t even lie down to sleep, not that she could fall asleep in the cold air anyway. She began to shiver as she cried into the night.

A very long night it turned out to be. Kerri just stood there in the cold dark, screaming from time to time, mechanically rubbing the ropes holding her in a frantic hope they might give out. Mostly she cried and shivered badly. Then, at some point, the ropes on her wrists did give out. She’d actually managed to break free. With shaking hands she began to work on the knots holding her neck. It was tough, but they weren’t that tight. She tried to lean over and untie her feet, but lost her balance and toppled over. The strain on her ankles was horrific, but she was able to slither up and get access to the ropes. Those knots were also not very sophisticated, and she was able to free herself at last.

Now she had a new problem. There was nowhere to go. The night was heavily cloudy and moonless. Even after hours, she could barely see a thing. All she could do was curl up on the wet ground and whimper herself into a restless semi-sleeping state. That was how she was when she awoke to a dim dawn.

Now she could finally get out of there. She struggled to her feet and walked gingerly back to the road. There was no traffic at that early hour. As much as she feared it and it humiliated her, she began walking into town. There was no other hope. She saw no one, but walked on anyway.

Strange didn’t begin to describe the sensation of walking down the main street of town, illuminated by the streetlights, utterly naked. She desperately wanted help, but dreaded being seen or found by anyone. It would be being humiliating, and she was also terrified. Everyone had ignored her before. They showed such hatred towards her. She understood none of it. Could she even go to the sheriff’s office? How many people knew all about her naked tortured run into town and didn’t care? Or approved of it?

Doubts or not, Kerri had no options. It was freezing cold. She was desperately cold and probably flirting with hypothermia by then. So when she saw a delivery truck that appeared to be dropping newspapers off, she waved her arms and ran desperately to it, her white ample flesh lit up in the headlights.

“Please, help me!” she begged. “I’m so cold! I was kidnapped.”

Suddenly, as she was getting close to the driver’s side window, she was hit with a blast of scalding hot liquid. Coffee, from the smell of it. She screamed in agony as it sizzled into her skin. McDonalds coffee. “Fuck off, hippie cunt! I know who you are!” He drove on, and Kerri fell onto her butt on the curb side, clutching her blistering skin and crying from the pain.

Minutes passed, but she still had to keep going. The town was still far from waking up. She spotted another delivery truck. In terror but also violently shaking from cold, she approached it, waving her arms. It paused, a hundred feet away from her. Then it started up and she saw its headlights pointed directly at her. The engine raced as it tried to go faster than delivery trucks usually do. She realized the driver’s intent to run her down. Or at least scare her. Either way, she lunged back for the sidewalk and the truck drove harmlessly by her.

“Why! Why?” she sobbed. It had all started when she had a flat. Something had done a number on her tires driving around the mountains and woods. She had been trying in vain to fix it herself when that truck came by. They had been friendly enough for a minute or so, but somehow the mood shifted and they attacked her out of the blue, ripping her clothes, taking her purse and phone, and walking her back five miles almost into town. And then, the long night. It made no sense.

As she staggered forward, she spotted a light coming from some building on a side street. As she got closer, she realized it was a city building. And in fact, it was the sheriff’s headquarters for the county. She lurched to the front door and stumbled in.

There was a single officer at the reception counter. A woman. She looked up as Kerri burst in through the front door. “Please, please, I’ve been attacked! I was kidnapped!”

“Well you don’t look kidnapped anymore. Tell me what happened,” the woman said.

“I was trying to fix my car, outside down, up route thirty-seven, and these guys in a truck came by.”

“Start with your name.”

“Oh, Kerri Williams. Oh god, I’m so cold.”

“Stand by the radiator if you like,” the woman told her. “Continue.”

“Well, I was happy for them to help, but they got out and just attacked me! They stripped me naked and tied me to the side of the truck. Then they made me walk and run back to town like that! And then they took me into the woods outside town and tied me to a tree and left me there to die of cold!”

“Kerri Williams?”

“Yes.”

“Right. Your car was reported and towed back into town last night.” She came out from behind the counter. “But that doesn’t matter now. You’re under arrest!” She quickly, with practiced moves, slapped the first cuff on Kerri’s wrist and then grabbed her other arm to secure it before she could react.

“What? Oh my god, why?”

“You have the right to remain silent,” the woman cop continued, reciting her rights in a mechanical but clearly angered tone. “Now come with me, you bitch!” she said as she finished. Kerri was too weak and scared to resist. The cop lady brought her back to a row of cells and shoved her into an empty one, still handcuffed. Before she left she yanked the bedsheets off the mattress. “It’s warm enough in here.”

The door clanged shut and Kerri was left alone, naked and handcuffed, more confused and despondent than ever. Nothing made sense. She curled up on the bare mattress and tried to warm herself as she finally slept some more.

She awoke to find four men standing over her. Two were police. One wore a suit and the other judge’s robes. She sat up, aware of how their eyes roamed her naked skin. “Kerri Williams?” the judge asked.

“That’s right,” she said.

“Miss Williams, it seems we have a situation on our hands, and you’re in the middle of it. And it’s not looking good for you.”

“Please, what am I charged with? I really don’t know what’s happening!”

“No, I don’t suppose you do. I guess you at least deserve an explanation after what you’ve been through. It’s pretty simple. You’re the victim of mistaken identity.”

“What? But, huh? Someone else was supposed to go through all that? Legally?”

“No, not legally. But morally. There’s this woman, Carrie Jones, we now know what her name is. She’s an eco-terrorist who’s been plaguing this part of the state for a couple years now. Blowing up forestry equipment. Burning site buildings. Spiking trees and causing grave bodily harm, even one death. Stuff like that. She’s similar to you in body build and hair. Last night, our guys thought they had her, but actually they had you.”

“So they sexually attacked her! Screw that! I am so pressing charges!”

The four men look at each other and shrugged. “Well, no, you’re not. We feel bad for you, but, well, come on! We’re not hanging dozens of our townsfolk out to dry because they happened to take their fury out on you. And the press! No, Kerri. Sorry, but the only thing you’re doing is taking a long ride in the heart of human trafficking. You’ll probably survive a few years as a sex slave in some brothel turning twenty tricks a night in some border town. We regret it, but we need to get rid of you, and murdering you flat out would just seem over the top. This way you get to live.”


“But, no, wait! Oh my god! You can’t be serious.”

“We luckily made an arrest last night. Well, the next town over did, Pondville. They’ve got Carrie Jones in their jail, and believe me, she’s getting it worse than you did. I’m sorry, but there’s no other way. You’ve already expressed an interest in pressing charges. We just can’t trust you now. I will feel guilt about your fate for years to come, but I’ll feel it from a town saved from scandal and ruin.”

Kerri’s mind reeled. This couldn’t be real. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she couldn’t even wipe them with her hands cuffed. The men started to leave. Her world was collapsing. But she had a flash of inspiration. “Wait!” she shouted as they closed the cell door. “Please, wait! I have an idea.”

They paused. “We’re listening,” the sheriff said. Kerri then spoke rapidly, tripping over her words and stammering in her excitement and stress, but when she was done the men were uncertain and hesitant. She obviously got their attention.

“Sounds good to me,” the man in the suit said. “As your lawyer, though, I would suggest that you make some kind of gesture to us. A signal that you are serious and can be trusted. Something that says no hard feelings.”

“Okay, but what?” Kerri asked.

He grinned at her. “The naked girl in the jail cell has to ask us what?”

Kerri blushed as her mouth opened in shock. But there wasn’t much she could say to refute them. She stood up and awkwardly pulled the cot away from the wall. Then she lay down on it, spreading her legs wide. “You want to rape a fat chick, here I am.”

“Well, it’s not a gesture if it’s rape,” the judge said.

“Fine, you want to fuck an eager, slutty fat chick who volunteered her body, here I am.”

“That’s better,” the sheriff said, pulling his pants off. Apparently he was going to be first. Kerri lay there under him as he mounted her and began fucking her. And he wasn’t in a hurry. After ten or more minutes, Kerri felt her loins inflamed in a way she’d never experienced. And it wasn’t bad. It was actually kind of good. She flushed red. She couldn’t let them know! She wasn’t a virgin now, but her few sexual attempts had been unsatisfying and even boring. But now, after the events of the night, and as they chained her feet to the bed legs, it was hardly boring. She writhed under the sheriff’s banging, trying not to show anything, but eventually gasping and moaning in a way that had the men smiling.

They continued, one after the other, keeping Kerri restrained the whole time. But ninety minutes later Kerri was in for a surprise. They brought in the men from the truck to fuck her. “Sorry about that last night stuff,” the driver said as he mounted her and drove his dick into her slick, wet pussy. “Glad you’re being a good sport about it.” She seethed, but could say nothing. Particularly as his cock slid along her clit making her arch her back and cry out. She sobbed from the shame of it all, but couldn’t stop finally cumming as her cunt was just too well used to ignore it. The truck men took her. Then a few other townfolk she didn’t recognize, but apparently had passed her on the road.

“Just so’s you know, I’m a real sorry about that coffee,” one guy said halfway through his fuck.

“Uh. Huh.” She had now other reply, as she was quivering and cumming and losing her mind with shame and ecstasy. A few more followed. Finally, hours later, she was allowed up and the handcuffs removed.

If she thought she was getting clothes next, she was wrong. They hustled her into a squad car’s back seat and drove her away. She sat there numb, glad their cum was leaking out her pussy onto their car seat. Let them deal with it. It was a half-hour ride, but she finally arrived at the back of another courthouse in another town. Pondville. Unrestrained but still quite naked she walked in escorted by several bailiffs and police. Through back hallways, away from prying eyes, they arrive at the fairly large detention cell. And there, in the middle of it, on her knees, battered and beaten, was another fat chick. Carrie Jones.

“Who are you?” Carrie asked Kerri.

“I’m the one that suffered because of you!” Kerri spat. “And now I’m the one that’s going to prove my trustworthiness by committing sexual felonies on your ass that haven’t even been catalogued yet in some countries!”

“Have at her,” the judge said. Kerri lunged. And with twenty or more men watching from the edge of the cell, naked and free Kerri began attacking naked and handcuffed Carrie. She started brutally enough with several punches to the woman’s face, followed by a hard kick that sent her to the floor. Then Kerri jumped on her and pinned her down. She spat on the woman’s face. She kneed her crotch with her own strong legs.

Even handcuffed, Carrie was able to wiggle, making Kerri wrestle her for position. It was match that Kerri won each time she tried to change position, but it was a sweaty struggle between the two naked women each time. Kerri bit the woman’s nipples. Hard, enough to make them bleed heavily. Then she drove her fingers and finally her fist into Carrie’s pussy. The woman screamed in agony. She wasn’t loose, but Kerri’s hand was on the large size, and she pushed her fist into the pussy, finally going keep up almost to her elbow. She was pushing Carrie’s cervix hard, as there really wasn’t enough room for her whole forearm. She made the room, at Carrie’s expense.

Pushing the frantic woman into a corner, she positioned her so she could push her other arm into her anus. That was harder, but she managed to slide her hand and then forearm in, so she was now almost elbow-deep on both arms penetrating Carrie’s fat crotch holes. The woman screamed bloody murder. Kerri tried to clap her hands. “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands,” she sang, trying to go along.

She pulled out and pressed her shitty arm to Carrie’s face. “Lick it clean or I’ll bust your teeth you bitch!” she spat, making poor Carrie lick the shit off Kerri’s right arm, and then her pussy juices and blood from her left arm.

Kerri shoved her to the ground and sat on her face. “Make me happy, bitch. Make me cum or you don’t breathe anymore.” She smiled as Carrie’s tongue lapped on and in her cunt, swirling around her clit. Kerri burst out in a new orgasm, no longer caring who saw it. She wasn’t being raped now. She was doing the raping. Cumming was just normal now. A part of her was still horrified at what she was doing, but the last day had stressed her brain so much she couldn’t make herself care that much. She came and came, and even discovered she was a bit of a squirter.

The lesbo beat-down and rape went on for a full hour until Kerri was too sore and tired to do more. She stood up and went to the judge. “Your honor, sir, I think I’ve committed some felonies here, by choice, with witnesses. I don’t think I want that to come to light, as it would if I pressed charges against some people who mistreated me yesterday.”

The judge just smiled and laughed, shaking his head. “God damn, woman! I’ve seen some freaky shit in my career but this takes the cake. Alright, you’re not going to cause trouble. Not now. Sheriff, see that she gets her car back and safely leaves town.”

A few guards escorted Kerri out. Behind her, they closed ranks on Carrie Jones. It was a quiet ride back to the first town. Edgeland, she finally saw the name on the sign. They drove her directly to the impound yard. Her car was there, and it even had the tire changed. A lot attendant came out with a plastic bag of stuff.

“This is her,” the deputy said.

“Got it,” the lot guy said. The deputy drove away. Kerri looked at her car. It was so stupid. She was naked and locked out. What good was it. But then the lot guy waved the plastic garbage bag. “Got some of your stuff, lady. You want it back?”

“Yes, I do,” Kerri said. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. “Here, I’ll make it worth your while.” She began to suck his rapidly hardening cock.

“Damn, okay!” the guy said. Kerri blew him for a good ten minutes, making sure he was good and aroused before bringing it home. He blew his good into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed each drop.

“Now may I have that bag?” she asked friendly sounding.

“Yeah, here.” He set it on the hood of the car and strode back to the trailer office with a big grin. Inside, Kerri found her wallet and phone, and even her keys. No clothes, though. They’d been shredded anyway, and probably burned later. So she sat buck naked in the driver’s seat and pulled away. She drove and drove until the tank was almost empty. By then her mental haze was lifting, and she was extremely humiliated to have to quickly gas up naked in the furthest tank, hurrying off before anything happened.

At a rest stop she slept, again parked in a far corner. When she awoke it felt like a dream. Had it actually happened? Any of it? Of course, it had. She had the bruises and sore pussy and coffee burns to prove it. She sat there, shaking. So much happened, so much endured. What did it mean? How had she only discovered orgasms during her own rape? How had she discovered such vicious sexual perversity attacking another woman? Who had she become?

She had to choose now. Continue home. Or turn around and head back, to find herself in that hick town of rapists. It should have been stupidly easily, phrasing the question like that. But it wasn’t, and she sat there for an hour, crying, trying to figure it out. What had she become?

Finally, with no satisfaction or confidence, she knew only one of the options made any sense to her. She started the car and headed to the highway.

[Blue]

To err is human

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She might not have deserved it, but was certainly up to specification