Drive-in Rape – Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is dark fantasy fiction. The story involves the rape of young girls and is marked as such. If that offends you, stop reading now.

This is a story I had previously written for another site, but I have rewritten it a bit for this submission. This is a distinct story arc from my other ones and will only have two chapters. I am still working on the other arc (http://stories.xnxx.com/story/19846/Autobiography_of_a_Rapist_-_Chapter_1) and will finish up the next chapter of that in the next few days.


[Introduction]

Rape was a part of my psyche from the very beginning.

At an early age, I found a bunch of BDSM mags back in the woods that became the primary focus of my masturbatory fantasies. By high school I was always sneaking in to the local porn store to spend my lawn mowing money on more. I became obsessed with the thought of forcing women to my will.

Like many boys, I took marshal arts classes and worked out with weights, except in my case it was to learn various moves to incapacitate imaginary rape victims and to have strength to force their submission. Even my years in Boy Scouts were spent learning knots with the idea of involuntary restraint. I won a switch-blade knife in a bet with a buddy and started carrying it with me everywhere. Never flashed it around, but had fantasies about cutting the camisole straps on the girl sitting in front of me, and visualized running the tip down her naked neck and back.

When I turned 16, I even started carrying what I called my “rape kit” in my car on the fantasy that I might encounter some helpless hitchhiker some day. The car was an old Buick Regal my parents gave me. I guess they thought it was safe because it was big, but it ad a huge trunk in which I fantasized stuffing my victims. The rape kit consisted of stuff with which to restrain or torture my imaginary victims: some rope, a bit old hunting knife, an riding crop I stole from a nearby horse barn, a box of needles, a canvas tarp, things like that. One of my favorite pieces of kit was a few steel barbecue skewers that I had sharpened to a needle point. I imagined shoving them through the tits of my screaming victims. Finally, I kept an old Polaroid camera that my parents had forgotten about. (I found some old photos that suggested they were swingers of some sort in the past. Kind of weird to see a young version of your mom being pumped in the ass by some guy you don’t know.)

Even when I was in a romantic embrace with my current steady girlfriend, my deep down thoughts were to flip her around, strip her pants and rape her ass doggy style. Generally I would start off with a girl thinking I was romantically interested in her. But since deep down inside I had other motives, our relationships would become increasingly abusive. I probably lost more than one girlfriend because I got a little too rough while petting.

Also, like many at this age I hung-out with some drug-dealing buddies with similar misogynist tendencies. I was not in to drugs myself, but I was known to be generous about sharing my stash with girls who put out. Combined with my reasonably good looks I was able to pop my cherry at an early age because of this. Also with the right pills I thought I might render the the girls more pliable.

I started to first act on my fantasies my second year in high school. A bunch of buddies and I got in to something called we called blousing We would pick out a secluded hallway and wait for a suitable girl to come along. Usually we would pick the mousey or shy ones in their first or second year.

A bunch of us would corral her back in to one of the boy’s restrooms and start to work. Basically, the goal was to get her shirt and bra off while copping as many feels as possible in the process. Generally they would not scream any, just squeal a bit and try to push us away. She would not be going anywhere, since there would be about 3-4 of us.

If we got her tits out quick enough, we would all take turns getting a quick squeeze and suck in. We were not particularly gentle, so I imagine the bitches had a few titty bruises and bite marks the next day. Being that age, we usually had raging hard-on from the very beginning, so we would be dry humping against her body while all this was going on. Maybe pull her hands down to our pants to rub the bulge. Did manage to cum a few times that way. We would also be roughly probing her pussy from the front and back while all this was going on. If she had a skirt and no panty hose on, we we would pull that up and could pull aside the panties enough to finger her directly.

On a few occasions we would get a bitch that had no fight in her and meekly submitted to the abuse. In one such case we had her completely stripped and roughly shoved our fingers up her pussy. There were 3 of us that day, and I think we all 3 came while dry-humping her. I was holding her arms from the back, and came while humping between her ass cheeks.

We also kept a few souvenirs, a bra or some panties to jerk off on while reliving the memories and these are a cherished part of my rape memorabilia even today.

So, yes, I was a sick fuck and the events that happened in the years that followed were inevitable.

[Fun at the Drive-in]

My first real experience happened my senior year.