50 First Rapes

Cassy was acting like a wanton whore. She of course could not help herself because if the drug. But, no one knew of the drug but her and Marcus. And in the morning Marcus would be the only one to know of it. If anyone were to see these two they could definitely believe Cassy was a slut and wanted everything Marcus gave sexually.

When he asked if she liked his cock of course she said, "Yes! More! MORE!" She panted like a Bitch in heat and moaned like like the wanton whore she was acting like. He body couldn't get enough. She was addicted to Marcus at that moment....
 
"You want my cock bitch, your gonna get it." He said ramming her harder as her words spured him on further, each long stroke into her tight willing ass accompanied by a groan of pleasure from Marcus loving the feeling of her body wrapped around his pole. But also he wanted her to get off too, so that in future her body would be turned on with the memory of feeling, even if her mind didn't. So to that end he reached around her hips to gain access to her pussy once more, but instead of gentle caresses of preparation like before he used one hand to spread her lips in the fashion he needed and then curled and thrust three fingers in her hot box without further warning, and began to work her furiously in time with his driving into her ass.
 
Cassy orgasmed and moaned with every vicious thrust. She pushed back and said yes with each thrust. Her nerve endings were all on fire with lust. His sex was her air. The lust was her sustanance. She fucked back as if the whole purpose of life was to fuck. Her mind was not her own. Her mind was controlled by sheer lust. Her body was under his control. Willing and vulnerable was her body. The passion was beginning to drive her insane. She orgasmed many times. But, it was not enough. Her body begged for more. One can only imagine the damage such a fuck could cause to her body....
 
Marcus

Marcus felt the stirrings of another orgasm rushing upon him as Cassy's slutty behavior continued to increase, he knew that her body and mind would be exausted after so many powerful orgasms so he realized that he had to finish soon. His thrusts became frantic as his orgasm drew closer, as did the thrusting of his fingers into her dripping twat. Then all at once he pressed his fingers in as far as he could as well as pushed forward hard with his hips holding himself deep within her, and just as the cum began to fire into her hot ass, he used his other hand to twist her clit hard.
 
Cassy's body was exhausted now. But, her sex drive did not tire. Her eyes were so heavy that she could not open them. When she felt his seed release into her she moaned, "Yes, fill me." Her body collapsed and melted into his. She could no longer stand on her own. She struggled to remain awake. She mumbled, "Tired. But want more. More." And then she passed out. The drug had taken it's final effect on her and knocked her out.
 
Marcus

Exausted himself, Marcus withdrew himself from Cassy's unconcious body, "Damn, this girls definately a keeper." He said with a smile, as he leaned down and picked her up, then carried her into the house. "Gotta get you all cleaned up before I take you home, can't have Daddy finding out about our fun, can we?" He asked knowing she couldn't respond.

He arrived in the large downstairs bathroom of the house and placed her gently in the large oversized tub and started to add some warm water. Once the water reached her waist he began to work her lower holes, hoping to expel some of the liquid from them so she wouldn't be leaking later. Then he took out a soft cloth and began to gently wash the sweat from her, all the while doing his best to ensure he didn't wake her. The drug should keep her out but no sense in taking chances, but couldn't help himself from fondleing her as he worked.

Once he had finished he took her out got her dressed as she had been before all the activity, moved her out into the car and placed her in the back. Then he headed for her house,once there he put on a show of hurried concern, ran up to the door and knocked on it loudly, "Hello, is anyone home? Cassy fainted!"
 
Cassy's Father and Brother came running out of the house almost knocking Marcus over. Her Father said nothing as he ran over to the car. Her brother said in an accusatory voice, "What happened? What's you do to her?!" Without waiting for an answer he ran over to his sister. Her Father craddled her in his arms and looke dot Marcus, "Don't worry. It happens occasionally if she gets over exherted. Come into the house." Her brother looked very supicious of Marcus as he kept cutting his eyes to him. He followed his Father into the house. Cassy was carried up to her room and gently placed in her bed. He pulled the covers up and kissed her on the forehead. He then went downstairs and looked to Marcus wiht furrowed brows, "Just what have you two been doing to over exert her?"
 
Marcus

Marcus kept sending concerned glances up the stairs and answered Cassy's father distractedly, "We, um, we were over at the beach, by the Chocolate Coconut Cafe(Sorry best I could come up with) We went swimming, had a few swimming races, um played a little frizbee. After that she said she was feeling a bit tired so we went into the Cafe, and grabed a couple of shakes. Once we were done she still didn't look to good so I offered to bring her home, she just nodded, and about half-way here she just conked out, so I hit the gas and got here as fast as I could to see if you knew what was wrong. Is she going to be alright?"

He said with a look of concern, meanwhile going over his preparations in his head. He had friends at the Cafe that would back up his story if her father checked up on it, the drug should almost be out of her system by now, so should they think to check for that it would be a waste of time. And Cassy should be out for most of the night considering the state of exaustion she would be in right now so his friend should have no problem adjusting her diary for tommorow.
 
Cassy's Dad sighed, "Yeah. That is a lot of stuff. I know you didn't know but now you do. You can not let her get over exerted. When my daughter is with you, you will have to accept a certain level of responsibility. If you can not handle that, please, stop seeing her now. I can't understand why a young man like yourself would tie himself down with someone who doesn't remember him when she wakes up. If I find out you are taking advantage of my daughter, I will kill you. What do you get out of dating her?"
 
Marcus

"Can't remember me in the morning? What are you talking about, she never mentioned anything like that and she remembered me just fine this morning. And besides how would I try to take advantage of her? We just met yesterday, she's sweet, funny and is nice company, I'm glad to be making a friend like her, and as far as romantic interest goes, like I said we just met yesterday I don't think I can fall for someone in that short amount of time. So even if she doesn't remember me tommorrow, or the day after, I'll start all over again because she's one of the nicest people I've ever met, and friends like her are hard to come by." Marcus said in a bit more of a heated tone than he had intended, then realized that he shouldn't just leave it like this, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said it like that, I'm still just a little worried about Cassy, plus I guess I got a bit angry of being accused of taking advantage of her. Honestly if I or anyone else was taking advantage of her you should kill them, she's too sweet to be allowed to be hurt like that."

Marcus turned to leave, but looked back as he left the house, "One thing though, what were you talking about that she wouldn't remember me when she wakes up?"
 
Cassy's Dad followed Marcus out onto the steps. Her brother came as well, but her Dad said to him, "It's ok, son. Go on back in and let us talk out here alone." He reluctantly said, "Ok, Dad." He then turned and went inside. Casy's Dad sat on the top step and looked a bit softer towards Marcus. He seemed to believe the lies Marcus spewed forth. He looked to him and sighed, "Cassy has brain damage as a result of a car accident. But, the only thing effected is her short term memory. She can remember everything right before the accident. But, anything after that is forgotten every night when she goes to sleep. She keeps a journal that she writes in every night. When she wakes up in the mornings and reads her journal, she sees in her own handwriting about her condition. So, every day she learns of her condition all over again. To help her out we try to help every day seem like the same day. Everyone that knows her helps us to do this. It was all working fine until you showed up." Realizing he may sound a bot harsh he sighed, "I'm sorry if I sound like I have a problem with you personally. I don't. You have been helpful and nice. You seem like a good kid. I just don't want her to be taken advantage of and hurt. I lost my wife in that accident. So, I suppose I am a bit protective of my little Cassy. She is just so sweet and innocent."
 
Marcus

Marcus listened intently pretending to be astonished at the mention of her condition. "I, I see, but why didn't she tell me about it, I really doubt it slipped her mind two days in a row. But I understand now why your so protective of her, and I'll do my best to be a friend that she can trust, and one day that you can trust as well sir." Marcus said, extending his hand to shake Cassy's fathers

(OOC: I'm going on vacation for a week starting tommorrow, so I can't post until next Friday, Sorry.)
 
Cassy's Dad seemed much more at ease with Marcus and he smiled down to him, "Well, Marcus. It looks like she has taken a liking to you. So, it looks like I will have to just give you a chance. She is a really great girl. She reminds me a lot of her mother when she was her age." He sighed, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back inside to check on her. She should be ok, though. Thank you for getting her here as quickly as you did." He shook his hand and turned to go back into the house.

OOC: Ok. Thanks for letting me know. Enjoy your vacation! :)
 
"Thanks." Marcus said as he turned and walked away, as he reached his car he smiled devilishly once more as he climbed into the seat, thinking of plans for tommorrow, and the info he needed to give his forger for her diary entry for this evening.

And the entry the next day read like this:

Journal Entry, June 18, 2004

I had a great time with Marcus today, read yesterday's entry for more info, after he took me to get my car we went down to the Chocolate Coconut Cafe and hung out on the beach all day long, he was real nice and wow he has a NICE body. Anyway, I don't really know what got into me but about mid afternoon I got it into my head to do something naughty, I pretended to have one of the fainting spells my father warns me about when I get overexerted.

At the time I convinced myself it was a way of testing if he was some kind of pervert to see if he would try to take advantage of my helpless body, and well he didn't, he got so worried he carried me off to his car and brought me right home and told my dad, and I was so scared everyone would me mad at me so I kept pretending until everyone went to sleep, I feel so bad. But the strange thing is the more I thought about it, the more I realized that one of the reasons I did that was I hoped he would take a few liberties, I mean I'd have called him on it if he tried to go too far but he didn't even try to cop a feel as he took me to his car, it seemed like he even made a concious effort not to, and in some ways I even felt a little disappointed, and now I feel like the pervert.

Also, I over heard Daddy let the cat out of the bag, Marcus knows about my condition, and do you know what the crazy thing is? He doesn't care, he wants to be my friend no matter what, he told Daddy that even if I forget him every day that he'd start all over again because nice friends like me are hard to come by, which made me feel even more guilty for what I did today. But I hope that he wants to be more than friends someday, but after the way he refused to fondle me in anyway today, I'm worried. Anyway I think I should make it up to him for tricking him yesterday, his number is 555-3434.
 
Cassy awoke the next morning and read her journal as usual. She smiled brightly when she read about Marcus. As her own written words made her heart skip a beat, she decided to do something special with him this day. She wanted to have a nice picnic at the place where they first met. She read back in her journal to find where that was. She then called him as her concerned brother overheard the phone conversation in the next room.

Cassy called Marcus and left a message on his answering machine. In a bright bubbly voice she said, "Hi Marcus. This is Cassy. I was wondering if you would be free to join me for a private picnic at 1:00? I thought we could meet at the plce where we first met. It is such a beautiful spot for a picnic. Anyway, I will be there at 1:00. If you can come, great. If not, don't worry about it. See ya!" She hung up and then bussied herself with getting the picnic stuff together. She made chicken salad sandwiches, bags of chips, pears and bottled water.

At 12:30 she left the house to make her way to the spot. She hoped Marcus would be there. She couldn't wait to see the guy that had her acting so giddy.
 
Marcus

Marcus got the message just after eleven o'clock, and went about prepareing for the picnic, he put on some blue swimming trunks, and a black speedo on underneath then tossed on a red tank top. He then grabbed a few cupcakes from the fridge, one of his strangest quirks he had occasional bouts of needing to bake after having his way with a woman, and he had made some after he came home last night. "Well worked out for the best I guess." He said as he grabbed his duffelbag that had a change of clothes and other 'neccessities' and jumped into his car. He looked at the clock, "12:15 good I'll be a little early, and have a chance to set some things up before she gets there."

After getting there he did manage to get a few surprises tucked away before hearing her pull up, and he went to meet her, "Cassy HEY!" he yelled as he jogged to the where she parked.
 
When Cassy saw the finse specimen of man approach her she could not help but smile. She also notice how fit he seemed. She waved as if she had known him her life and offered up the warmest smile she had ever given. Her journal entries led her to believe she was falling in love with him and desired him sexually. She could certainly see why. She turned and pulled out the picnick basket and sat in on the hood of the car. She then pulled out a large blanket and stretched it out on to the ground. After grabbing the basket she sat down on the blanket and looked up to hium, "Have a seat, Marcus. I'm glad you could come. I was hoping I would not have to eat all of this food myself."
 
Marcus

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He said with a happy smile. Then looked over the food, "Wow, chicken salad, my favorite how'd you know?" He then produced a small tray of cupcakes from his dufflebag, "I brought dessert, hope you don't mind, besides I still feel bad about causing that fainting spell you had yesterday, so consider these an I'm sorry too. Forgive me?" He said with a sheepish smile.

He then sat on the blanket setting the cupcakes down beside the picnic basket, "Shall we eat?"
 
Cassy felt giddy inside to have him so close. When he showed the cupcakes he had made she couldn't help but smile to him. She said, "You bake! I just love it when guys bake! Oh, and I love cupcakes! This is a perfect dessert, Marcus." But, she felt a bit guilty too. She sighed, "Marcus, I have to tell you something. According to my journal you already know about my condition. And according to my journal I seem to be quite interested in you. I read in my last entry that I faked fainting. It seems my reasoning was to see if I could trust you. I sort of tested you, Maurice. I'm sorry. According to my journal you are the only guy willing to spend so much time with me considering my condition. I guess I found it hard to believe. Too good to be true. Please forgive me." She looked up to him with pouty lips and puupy eyes as if begging for his forgiveness.
 
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Marcus

(Maurice?)

Marcus smiled at her when she said she liked men who baked, but the smile turned to a confused frown as she spoke of what she had done yesterday, as far as she knew anyway. When she finished Marcus had a very serious expression on his face, when he spoke it was in a very low tone, "You tested me just to see if I was just being friendly or if I truly wanted to be your friend? What did you think I was going to do, leave you there? I said this to your father and now I'll tell you, I want to be your friend no matter the situations I'll need to endure, your condition doesn't matter to me! Your friendship does!" He said in a strong voice, then his appearance soothed a bit, "But I suppose you do have to be careful about who you trust, so I'll forgive you on one condition, if you tell me something, did I pass the test?"
 
Cassy lloked up into his beautiful brown eyes and blushed. She suddenly felt the need to kiss him. She was happy that he seemed to forgive her transgression. She lifted a hand up to stroke his soft brown cheek. With twinkling eyes she said, "Yes, you passed the test with flying colors." She then leaned in and pressed her rosy red lips against his. Her body ached to be held by him. At that moment Cassy knew she loved this man. She was very happy. Little did she know, she was in love with her very own personal rapist....
 
Marcus

Marcus smiled brightly as she told him that he had passed her test, knowing that he had even though the test never even took place, but was truly shocked when she kissed him, so he was too off balance to attempt to take advantage of the situation and just brought his hands to her shoulders until the kiss ended.

"What was that for? An additional reward for passing the test?" Marcus said unsteadily but with a light smile, still a bit shaken by her unexpected action. "Well, thank you, but I understand why you would have to be careful, with your condition plus how beautiful you are people could try to take advantage of you."
 
Cassy felt energized after the kiss and warmed by his words. She kissed him gently on the lips and looked into his eyes, "Yes, people could take advantage of me. But, not you. I can tell by my journal entries that you care for me. And I seem to care for you as well. That kiss was for being such a great guy. No one has told me I am beautiful other than my Dad. I don't know what you see in me but I sure am glad you see it." She then bent her head down and softly kissed his neck. She then moved back a bit and smiled sheepishly as she handed him a sandwich wrapped in clear plastic, "Better eat. I know I'm hungry."
 
Marcus

Marcus smiled at her words, "I see someone who is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside, and who lives life to the fullest despite having a been dealt a really rough hand in life." He said accepting his sandwich as he thought to himself, 'Damn, if she keeps this up I may start feeling bad taking advantage of her....But damn does she ever look hot when she gets the look of hurt betrayal on her face when I do. Now the big question how do I trap her today, I've done the jump and grab, and I'll wait a few days before I use drugs again so her body doesn't get addicted. Well I'll wait for now see if an opportunity presents itself.' He sat with these dark thoughts swirling around in his head, while he started eating his sandwich.
 
Cassy exhaled softly as he called her beautiful. As he ate she said to him, "You know, Marcus, you are quite attractive as well. Inside and out. I feel like I can trust you and I am unafraid of you. I feel safe around you." She then began to eat her sandwich. When she was done she opened up a bottle of water and drank some down to was the food down. She looked to Marcus and admired his chest muscles and beautiful mahogany skin. She looked to his face and asked, "You know, I am interested in becoming more physically fit. Perhaps as fit as you. Do you have any suggestions?" In her mind images flashed of mounting him and riding him like the stallion he was. These thoughts made her crotch very wet.
 
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