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Submitted by Muss on 06/Nov/2005 in reply to Ravished Bride posted by Gertruda on 14/Oct/2005
I have always wanted to rape a bride. On her wedding night! She is young, 19 or 20, with long light hair that curls at the end. She has green or hazel eyes, a round face with nice cheek bones and a rounded chin. The girl is somewhat petite, with nicely rounded, youthful breats. She is angelic. She is madly in love with her new husband, and wants him, wants him passionately. They couldn't wait: they set a brief engagement, and now they have fled the reception, and have just arrived at their remote honeymoon cabin.
She is demure and dainty as he carries her across the threshold. Yards and yards of white silk satin spill out of his arms as he brings his trophy bride into the rustic cabin. She giggles and coos as he drops her softly to her feet, her gown riding up, exposing taffeta petticoat, slender white stockinged legs, and slim white satin pumps with three-inch spike heels.
When they kiss, the stungun disables him, and he is quickly tied up, to the shock and dismay of the innocent girl.
I am naked. I leap at her, throwing her onto the floor. I am on top of her: the yards of silk stimulate the horny nerve endings all over my body. I pin the girl to the floor; her skirts and petticoats are askew, spread all over the floor in wide puff of shimmering white. Her long, shiny hair and yards of white wedding veil are fanned out away from her head. I knock her head against the floor a few times to dull her and keep control of the situation.
But I am not going to knock her out. I am going to do many vicious and sadistic things to this beautiful bride, and I want her to be conscious and alert the entire time.
She is everything feminine, lovely, appealing, pure and pristine, and unbearably sexy. The folds of her skirt shimmer in the light. The bodice of her dress hugs her trim body and ample breats enticingly, but not obscenely. She is sexy, but modest; there is an alluring shyness to this maiden.
They are so religious, they waited. She has never been touched intimately.
She is a perfectly innocent virgin.
My hands touch her satin-encased breats. I cup them through the shimmering bodice, squeeze them, grope them, ravage them. She screams and begs, and I maul her tender girl-flesh all the more viciously. My hands are all over her body, exploring and savoring every curve, each and every inch. I press my face into her soft, glossy hair, and whisper into her tender ears: "I am your worst nightmare. I am going to rape you, my lovely young bride, right in front of your husband! I will fuck you, rape you, force my ten inches of hard, horny, dirty manhood into your soft unsullied body. I will pump my cock into you, plunder you of your purity, and shoot my semen deep into your womb!"
"Yes, my dear, I am going to rape you--on your wedding night--while you wear your lovely wedding gown!"
I pull up her skirts, slowly at first, then faster, piling them atop her round young hips and flat teenage tummy in a heap of rustling silks. My hand slides into her diaphonous white panties, and I crudely finger her untouched pussy, sliding into to where I feel her maidenhead, but no further: my cock will do that! I rub my hard cock against her satiny pantycrotch. This gets me hotter.
I want her so. I want my prick pushed deep into her virgin body.
I sit atop her, pinning her arms under my knees. My hands go to the scoop neckline of her expensive silk gown, and I rip it down, ruining it. "Before long, my lovely little bride, I will ruin you, too!" I gloat. She has perfect girl-woman breasts, encased in a sheer bra, adorned with lace rosettes. Her nipples are quite visible though the fabric, and I flick them, then play with them, rougher and rougher until I am pinching them, pulling them, lifting her tits off her ribcage, and the young bride is screaming in agony, thrashing her head back and forth, begging me to stop, offering her body if I will only stop!
Music to my ears! I grip the fragile bra, and rip it away from her torso, snapping the straps and clasps. Her breats are PERFECT, know nothing of gravity, and push up from he ribcage--round orbs, about the size of grapefruit halves. Then I resume the abuse of her tits, slapping them, and they jiggle and sway left and right from my blows.
She cannot take it anymore, and she is almost delirious from the torment. I back off, to let my lust settle a bit, and to prevent the girl from uncontrollable hysteria. I turn my attention to her panties. They are sheer, matching her bra, and rip off just as easily.
I drag her by her ankles several feet until she is lying at the feet of her tied-up husband, who is gagged and watching everything. I kneel between her legs, spreading them wide. She has trimmed her pussy to a Brazilian bikini style, and I play with her sparse cunt hairs, sliding my fingers along her pussy lips, pinching them.
Then I lie down upon her. Her gown is spread in a wide circle, soft and shiny, and the nylon petticoat is bunched up and puffed out in various areas. The silk bodice of her gown is in tatters about her body, one shoulder completely exposed, the other with remants of silken straps still intact.
I lie down upon my captive bride. "Kiss me, cunt!" I order, and she obediently wraps her arms around my neck and shoulders and raises her head, her red lips tasting of sweet fruit as they meet mine. I drive my tongue into her mouth, and, after a moment, she meets mine, and they encircle each other. My cock is nestled atop her cunt-crack, ready to slide into her at any moment, to penetrate her, to violate her, to fuck her, to violate her, to RAPE her! My prick slides up and down her warm pussy lips, ready to penetrate her in an instant. But I want the girl to "participate" in her own rape.
"I'm going to rape you now, my lovely bride! It is time for your cunt to take my cock into it, to give me the priceless virginity you were saving for your husband. Now put your hands down on your pussy, and spread your cunt lips so I can come in!
The lovely girl, so sweet and innocent, is crying, "Please, please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me...!" she whimpers. I slap her. Left, right, left, right again, and harder--her head rocks back and forth, and her hair and sheer white veil are scattered about on the floor the bride is lying on.
"Spread open your cunt lips, bitch, nice and wide, so I can rape you!" I growl, and her delicate hands leave my shoulders and slide down to her hips.
She positions her fingers on each side of her twat, and opens her pussy for me.
I drive in--hard, deep, ramming past her maidenhead. She screams, her body bucking, her head flailing--in a single thrust I am at the bottom of her cunt, all ten inches of me, forced into her. She is tight, warm, rather dry, and in absolute agony from the brutal penetration.
I fuck the bride mercilessly, long hard thrusts, pulling out to the tip of my cock, and ramming all the way in, so my belly meets hers, and my balls are banging against her crack. She feels fantastic, her untouched womanhood squeezing so tightly against my thick girl-raper; I am almost oblivious to her cries and entreaties, but I do know she is weeping, begging me to stop, pleading to me that I do not ejaculate inside her, please, please, PLEASE?
I have waited a long time to fuck this perfectly lovely girl, and I will not be deprived of a moment's pleasure. I continue to fuck her, fuck her, rape her. I whisper and mutter all sorts of obscenities into her ears as I continue to drive my meat into the bride's tender body. I tell her to look up at her husband, so she can see that he is watching her get deflowered by the brutal, naked stranger. As wonderful as her pussy is squeezing my rape-tool, I am also enjoying the other sensations that abound: the utter beauty of the young girl, the feel of her glossy hair entwined in my fingers, the caress of silk and nylon against my body and legs, the rustle of her gown as it moves between our bodies.
She is an exquisive fuck, and a perfect victim, and I am enjoying not just the feel of cock-in-girl, but the awareness that I have violated and debased a pefectly innocent and pristine girl on what was supposed to be the most wonderful day in her life.
I continue fucking her, fucking her, fucking her. It goes on, and on, and on. I slow down occasionally, to prolong it, to savor the girl's loveliness, to fully appreciate the evil I am inflicting upon this sweet angel. Then I whisper into her ear, "How are you enjoying your wedding night, bitch?" and I pick p the speed and resume my pile-driver pace.
All good things must come to an end, and after a while--what, 30 minutes? 40? 45?--it seems that long, I announce, "I'm going to come in you in a little while. I have gobs and gobs of cum ready for you, loads of it, and each drop has millions and millions of anxious little sperm cells which want to go even deeper into you, and they're all going to look for an egg, to impregnate!"
I pick up the speed, "yeah, baby, you're fantastic, it's going to be so great unloading all my jizz into your wonderful cunt--OOOOOH!--YEAH!--I'm COMING!" and I feel the first several rushes of delight as my seed spews out of me into the pristine girl I have deflowered. More flows followed by a few intense gushes and then several more bursts as I climax. I drive my cock deep, deep into her, as fat as I can, pushing in, up, my arms are wrapped around her waist in a perversely intense embrace so I can push my hips harder and deeper against her.
She is crying again. "You didn't...you didn't...come..in me, did you?" the ruined young wife sobs. "Of course I came in you--that's the whole point. I fucked you and raped you and shot my load into you. You're a great fuck, honey." I lift my head and address the tied-up cuckold in the chair. "She's a great lay, boy. You're going to have a wonderful marriage, fucking her!"
She is weeping, her head turned away. I make her look me in the eye. "I love you. I love fucking you. And I'll enjoy fucking you some more, after I have a little rest!" I give her a few last thrusts, and withdraw, standing up, looking down at my prey.
She starts to roll over, to push her disheveled skirts down in modestly. I kick her with my heel. "Don't turn away, and don't cover up your beautiful body. I want to keep looking at you, cunt!" I have her stand up, insisting that she hold her skirts up so her pussy is always exposed and in my view. She stands, pathetic and immodest, holding her ruined wedding gown and mussed-up petticoats to her waist. I rip the rest of her bodice down to her waist, then I yank the whole thing down her hips.
They are amassed at her feet, a huge round pile of ruined femininity, nylon and satin and silk and tafetta and ribbons and lace, and it is all destroyed, just like the virtue of the girl. She is wearing only her thigh-high stockings and bridal veil: pathetic white symbols of her innocence--the veil--and her wifely sexiness--the white stockings.
I sit down on a comfortable arm chair. "Get on your knees, my little bridal fuck-toy!" I order. I want you to suck my cock, and get it clean. There's sperm, pussy juice, and a fair bit of blood on it. I want it sparking clean, and you will use all of your tongue, your mouth, and your lips, get it?!"
The distraught bride slowly approaches me, and sinks to her knees. She places her arms on my thighs, and gradually lowers her face to my crotch. She closes her eyes, and takes my limp dick into her mouth. She holds it there passively for perhaps a minute, and then begins to minister to my manhood with small, gentle little sucks. A moment later, and she has the entire organ in her mouth, and is suck away a little more energetically, and I can feel her tongue on the bottom of my dick. She doesn't have much technique, but I know this is the first time a penis has ever been in her mouth, and that has its own rewards and pleasures. I let her suck away at me: it is nice in its own way, and I'll make sure she does a better job before our honeymoon is over.
She is a beautiful sight, in her sheer white stockings, kneeling with her face in my lap. Her veil trails out several feet down her back and behind her. My fingers play with her long, shiny locks, and the sheer silk veil feels so nice against my fingers.
I look at her husband, the impotent little cuckold twerp. It's obvious, nowl, that he's been crying. He's crying, and I'm raping his wife! I look at my reluctant little cock sucker, so pretty with her lips wrapped around my manhood, and its' feeling better.
Hell, I think I might even be getting horny again! I play with her hair, stroke her preciously lovely face. I wonder what I will do next with my little bride-slave.
Brides usually pack lots of lovely lingerie for their honeymoons, right? I wonder if she has one of those elegant, long, sheer silk nightgowns...maybe I'll have her wear something like that....I can feel a bit of life and lust returning to my cock....
Oh, I am going to have a wonderful week with my little bride-fuck-toy....!!
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