From: darkside@Hades.net
Subject: The Interview by Dark Side (M/F,bdsm,nc?)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The Interview by Dark Side
When I signed on that Thursday night I finally lost it. For two weeks,
a reporter from one of those rags had been leaving email messages,
dozens of them at a time. They asked, then begged, then demanded an
interview, supposedly for an article about sex on the net. After a
while, I couldn’t even check my mail without my blood pressure going
up. I couldn’t write anything. So, I caved in.
We set up a meet at a motel in a city a couple of hours from me. I
checked in under a prearranged name and waited for the reporter to
show. I had taken the precaution of arriving early so that he
couldn’t get there first to scope me out. I also wore a disguise. Not
anything elaborate, just a fake beard and mustache with dark glasses
and a hat.
The knock sounded right on time. Taking a deep breath, I stepped to
the door and opened it. Standing in front of me was one of the most
attractive women I have ever seen in person. Her long red hair fell in
waves around her shoulders. She stood about 5 foot 7, with a slim
build encased in a stylish suit. Her face was lit with deep green
eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and delicate mouth. A line of faint
freckles bridged her nose.
"Are you ‘Dark Side’ ?" Her voice was a mid range alto tone with a
slight southern tinge.
"Yes, are you ‘R. Wayson’? For some reason, I was expecting a man.
Come in." I backed up to allow her room. I tried to hide both my
surprise at her gender and my appreciation of her looks.
"The R. stands for Renee." She went to the only chair in the room and
sat gracefully with her legs together and ankles crossed. "So, I came
a long way for this. Do you mind if we get started?"
"Not at all." I crossed to the table and leaned against it. "So why
me? A lot of people write stories on a.s.s What singled me out?"
"Not everyone writes the type of stories that you do. The items that
you post are a perfect example of what dangers lay waiting for people,
especially children, on the internet. Almost all of your stories
contain elements of violence, rape, and sadism. How can you defend
what you write?"
"I don’t defend, encourage, or advertise my stories. I don’t even ask
the few reviewers of posts on the group to read my work. I figure that
if I put a subject line and warning preface to my posts, those who
aren’t interested won’t download them." I was getting angry. Did this
bitch really drag me here just to chastise me?
"Okay, fair enough. But the subject matter concerns me. Here is an
excerpt from one of your stories, Night Vision;
‘The new men moved closer to the bed and pulled her to her feet,
standing her up on the floor at the end of the bed. One man told her
that as payment for her husband's bar bill, and as punishment for
being so bad with his hard earned money, she was theirs for the
weekend. Then he told her to strip.
She just stood there for a minute, crying and pleading
with them not do this. Then one man punched her in the stomach and as
she doubled over, he hit her again, this one on the jaw. The woman
flew back onto the bed, stunned and gasping for air. She must have
lain there for five minutes. Once she had caught her breath, the man
that had hit her pulled her back up to where she had been. He told her
that if she made any loud noises or tried to get away, she'd get a lot
worse, then said for her to strip again. She was still sobbing, but
she shrugged the outer part of her outfit off her shoulders and it
fell to he floor.’
How can you write this and call it entertainment? A woman woken in the
middle of the night and forced by her husband to serve his friends
sexually. It’s disgusting. Then you go on;
‘Now a man grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. Without another word he shoved his hard cock into her still wet pussy and started pumping. She gasped as he entered her and then began to fuck into her tight passage. The others watched the show for a minute and then one got on his knees in front of her and forced himself in her mouth. Not wanting to be left out of the action the third man lay down under her swinging breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. I guess that he wasn't just sucking because I saw his jaw working and she started to make squealing noises around the cock raping her mouth. Once he had changed nipples a couple of times I could indeed see bite marks on her breasts.’"
As she read passages from my story I thought that I could see a slight
change in her manners. Her legs had relaxed a bit and her voice was a
little hoarse. Looking closer, I saw the small tips of her nipples
straining against the fabric of her blouse. Was there more going on
here than just an interview? "That’s one story, and if you read to the
end, you found that she got out okay and her attackers were put away."
"All your stories are like this. Another one, Like a Good Neighbor,
contains more scenes like that;
‘Her eyes opened wide as she realized what I was going to do, but she
didn't take her mouth off mine. I held her hips tightly as I threw my
pelvis up to meet hers.
My lungs almost burst from the force of her scream in my mouth.
Not giving her a chance to recover, I immediately began to pump. After
a couple more screams she settled into a steady moaning, and I started
to explore her mouth with my tongue.’
Do I have to go on? Your stories are practically plotless, just
excuses for the rapes that you describe." Her eyes had a glassy look
and she was leaning forward in the seat, her breasts thrust
unconsciously out.
"What about The Chosen One? I tried for some plot there. I thought it
was okay."
"Sure." She paged through her notes. "Yeah, here it is, a lot of plot;
‘The unconscious young woman was pulled deeper into the darkness and
laid on her back on the blanket. Dirty fingers pinched and prodded her
already abused form. Her legs were separated and a small battle ensued
over who would be first. Finally one man climbed on and shoved inside.
He tried to make it last, slowing his pace to play with her nipples
and to lick along her perfect jawline. The end came much sooner than
he would have liked. But, he thought, as another took his place,
there'll be lots more opportunities.
She came out of her drugged state two hours later. A large, black
man was pumping the last of his load into her. Immediately another man
got on. There was a large puddle of cum beneath her ass. She cried out
from the invasion of her already raw pussy. She wanted to speak, to
beg him to stop. She would have offered to use her hands or mouth on
him. But she could only moan and grunt as his mouth took possession of
hers and his tongue forced its way in.’
You’re a regular poet." She was sitting on the edge of the chair. As
she read, she had scooted forward, pulling the skirt hem up to her
thighs. The freckled cheeks had become flushed and I could hear her
breathing faster.
"Are you feeling okay? You’re looking a little flushed."
"I’m fine. But I think that I will use the bathroom. Excuse me" Her
voice had that strained quality that mine used to get whenever I tried
to talk to a girl in high school. As she passed me I could smell the
unmistakable odor of a woman in heat.
What to do now. I was so hot that I didn’t think that I could stand
straight without pain. Obviously she was turned on too. It was then
that I realized that in both the stories that she had read from, the
"victim" was an attractive redhead, like her. Furthermore, when I had
mentioned a story that had also used a redhead, she was right there
with as excerpt. As a test, I picked up her folder and paged through
it.
Inside were pages and pages of typed rapes. In the back were pictures
of redheads in bondage, perhaps she brought those in an attempt to
identify some of the templates for my stories. I could hear her in the
bathroom, washing her hands or face. As the water stopped, I moved
toward the door. As she opened it, I pushed on it, too.
Renee flew back against the far wall, between the toilet and the tub.
I stepped to her as her mouth opened to scream and put a hand over her
face. My body was pressed tightly to hers and I felt her breasts
pushing as her chest strained to get breath to her lungs. I put my
lips to her ear. "You dragged me all the way here just so that you
could get fucked, didn’t you?" Her eyes were wet. She shook her head.
I moved my other hand up to her breasts and gave one a squeeze. "There
isn’t a magazine article is there?" Her hands were pushing against my
chest. Reluctantly, I gave up on her breasts and grabbed her wrists. I
let go of her mouth just long enough to stuff a wash cloth from the
rack between her opening lips.
Now, with her wrists together in one of my hands, I grabbed a handful
of luxurious red hair and dragged her into the bed area. The phone
cord soon held her hands out of the way behind her. The position
strained her still stiff nipples against her blouse even more and I
couldn’t help pinching them a little as she lay before me. As I did,
her head whipped back and forth and her hair covered her face. Moans
were escaping from the makeshift gag.
After a minute I left her breasts alone as I climbed atop her and
straddled her hips. Lying down on her, I cleared the hair from her
face. Her eyes were wild and wet. I spoke softly enough that she had
to be still to hear. "I will take out the gag if you promise to stay
quiet." She nodded and I pulled out the rough cloth. She immediately
tried to speak but I again covered her lips with a hand. "I am working
on a theory here, that you are interested in a little more than my
views on internet access. But since it is still a theory, I’ll make a
deal with you. I’m going to take your clothes off. If I see no signs
that you are excited, then I will just take a good long look and leave
you alone. But, if I find that you are enjoying this, then you are
mine for the night. Possibly longer. Do you understand? Either way, I
get a look at the goodies. But if you’re really not interested in
more, then I’ll leave you be."
She was breathing hard as I lifted my hand from her mouth. "Please,
you don’t understand. Just leave me alone. I...I wanted to meet you. I
don’t know why. I’m a college student. I read your stories and I had
to meet you. I’m sorry that I bothered you. Just let me go." I looked
down at her as tears streamed down her face. Pushing myself to a
sitting position, I began to unbutton her blouse. She made a sighing
noise as each button was released and more skin came into view. Her
neck and chest were white, as if they never saw the sun. Her shoulders
had a speckling of freckles that trailed down her arms. Her breasts
were small odes to perfection, topped with rock hard tips of pink.
Below, a slightly rounded but smooth stomach. I pushed the blouse as
far down her arms as I could, planning to remove it later. As I
worked, she remained calm, but she gasped when I let my hands brush
lightly over the tips of her breasts on their way to her skirt.
With a simple loosening of the belt and a tug, her skirt slipped down
her long legs and off the bed. I’m afraid that I wasn’t gentle with
her hose, as I was a little anxious to get to the frilly white panties
below. I could smell her even more strongly now, as I gripped the last
of her protection and slid them down and off. When I pulled off her
panties, I insinuated myself between her legs. Now I could see clearly
that she was indeed interested. Thick, red curls framed the swollen
pink flesh at the entrance to her body. Her clit poked wetly out of
its normal hiding place.
"Well, I got to tell you. It doesn’t look as if you’re going anyplace
tonight." My fingers wandered up her thigh to play in the damp curls.
Her head was shaking and her voice croaked as she begged me not to
continue. But we’d made a deal, right? My hand moved slightly lower
and I found the nub of nerves standing proudly at attention. I rubbed
her clit lightly with two fingers of one hand as my other one explored
the soaking lips of her sex, finally slipping inside.
A gasp escaped her when my fingers encountered a barrier about two
inches inside. I pushed against the thin layer of skin that protected
her from womanhood. The fingers rubbing her clit began to bring moans,
even as she objected to my actions below. "Please stop now....OHH..
...please. You know I’m a virgin. I...I didn’t know what I was getting
intOHHH." I bent my head and whipped my tongue over the hot, wet flesh
between her trembling thighs. She bucked so much that I had to remove
the fingers from her tunnel in order to hold her down. She tasted
light, almost flowery, and her juices flowed freely from her virgin
hole.
I hunkered down further and began to work my tongue inside. Suddenly,
her body stiffened and a strangled cry escaped her. As she came, I
reached up and pinched her nipples, harder than I would with a lover,
but not hard enough to really hurt. Renee collapsed onto the bed when
she finished, panting. Reluctantly, I extracted my tongue from its new
playground and licked my way up to her breasts. "Please, will you go
now? You got what you wanted." Boy was she naive.
"Girl, I’m not even close to getting what I want. I want to stuff my
cock in your virgin snatch. I’m going to fuck you so hard the cum
blocks up your ears. But for right now, I think we’ll wait for a
while. After all, you need to thank me properly for letting you cum
when you didn’t deserve it." I stood up as I spoke and pulled off my
clothes.
Now, I’m not Adonis or anything, but I look okay. Her eyes seemed to
eat up the sight of my hard prick. Her breath coming just a little
quicker when I sat on the bed and gripped her by the shoulders and
pulled her face down into my lap. Without her hands to use, she
couldn’t move her face away when I started to rub my dick over her
lips. "No, I...mmmffmm I can’t, I don’t know how...mmffmf." "That’s
easy, bitch, just treat it like your favorite ice cream cone. But if I
feel any teeth, I’ll send you home with a lot of extra bruises. Got
it?"
She nodded her head as she reached out with her little pink tongue and
brushed it along my red hot skin. I let her continue for a few
minutes, until I couldn’t stand it any more. I gripped her head and
shoved into her mouth. "Up and down, slut, up and down and keep it
tight in there." Soon she’d built up quite a rhythm, straining her
neck on the upstroke and burying her nose in my black pubes on the
down. When I felt the familiar build of sensation, I stopped her for a
break. I toyed with her hair and reached beneath her to squeeze her
breasts until the feeling left. Then I had her start again.
By the third time, she realized what I was doing and tried harder to
make me cum. Maybe it was a way, she thought, to keep me out of her
virgin cunt. Or, maybe she was really getting into it. I don’t know. I
do know that by the end, she was taking my meat like a pro. As her
mouth flew up and down my shaft, sweat soaked her hair and sprayed my
stomach and chest. Finally, I had had enough. I grabbed her head and
stuffed my cock deep into her mouth.
I could feel the muscles in her throat trying in vain to swallow, and
it was heaven. The cum shot down to her stomach in long spurts. I must
have zoned out for a second, because suddenly, I looked down and her
lips were bluish and her hands were waving frantically behind her
smooth, freckled back. I roughly pushed her back on the bed.
Renee’s breath came in gasps for several minutes. While she tried to
fill her neglected lungs, I toyed with her body. Her breasts were
still swollen and hot and her nipples stood at attention. Her pussy
was soaked and she jerked weakly when I gripped her clit between two
fingers and rubbed them together.
When her breathing finally returned to some semblance of normal, I
covered her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue in deep. I took my
time, enjoying our first kiss. While I explored her mouth, I shifted
around on the bed, coming to lay on her slim body. When I felt that
the time was right, I set my rock hard cock at the entrance of her
body and pried her tightly shut eyes open to gaze into.
I moved slowly into her virgin cunt while she was frantically trying
to shake her pretty head. Her hips danced around, attempting to get
away, to no avail. First the head, and then a little more slipped into
the sopping channel. Her eyes were moving wildly as I held her face
and watched her lose her virginity. I pushed.
Suddenly the barrier was gone and I slid in deep. She let a scream
into my mouth as I did. I just lay there for a minute, soaking in the
feeling of her tight hole. I started to move. Slowly at first. Then
faster as I moved closer to my orgasm.
She was responding, at first just tilting her hips for a better angle.
Then she started to move with me, pushing up to greet my plunging
dick. With my mouth still working hers over, she moaned into it and
kissed me back. Faster and faster we pushed together, the look in her
eyes still wild, but now not with fear.
When she started to cum, the walls of her cunt locked down on me like
a vice. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I planted my feet
against the bed and shoved with all my strength. Her eyes opened even
wider as I invaded places that I hadn’t touched before. Her body was
vibrating as she came again and unintelligible words forced themselves
from her lips.
Several minutes passed while we floated in the aftermath. Finally I
had the energy to move. With my cock still lodged in her body, I
rolled over and pulled her with me. We lay like that for a while
longer. I was feeling a little friendlier toward her and began to
massage her strained shoulders and back. When she caught her breath,
she looked at me and spoke. "I can’t believe that you could rape me
like that and then just lay here like we’re lovers or something."
I couldn’t believe my ears. Did this bitch really think that I would
fall for this? That I wouldn’t remember her cumming at least three
times so far?
Furious, I reached down and gripped her nipples and twisted. Her face
blanched and she opened her mouth to scream. I let go of one tit and
slapped her on the side of her head. "You make one sound, bitch, and
you’ll be very sorry." While I spoke, I reached over to my clothes,
still in a pile on the side of the mattress.
With her still laying on me and my semi hard cock still stuffed inside
her, I quickly pulled my belt from the loops and doubled it behind her
back. Then, with all my strength, I brought it down on her bare ass.
Her hips jerked against me and a strangled cry mixed with the sound of
the slap. "You remember to be quiet or you’ll get to feel what this
belt can do to your tight little pussy, understand?" She nodded and I
brought it down again. Her crotch jerked and I realized that, somehow,
my cock was coming back to life.
I didn’t count, but I didn’t stop for a long time. The feeling of her
poor cunt being forced to fuck me in reaction to the pain was
incredible. Finally, I dropped the belt and gripped her ass in my
hands, pulling her against me as I came. Her ass cheeks were hot to
the touch and she was moaning, in pain or pleasure I don’t know,
constantly.
She had taken three loads from me now and I have to say, I was done.
At least physically. Pushing the washcloth back into her mouth, I
dragged myself over to the chair that she had been sitting in earlier.
An idea occurred to me and I picked up the phone. The front desk
supplied me with what I needed. I somehow stood up, got dressed, and
waited. The knock came twenty five minutes later. Checking that I had
everything that I had brought with me, I opened it carefully and
slipped out.
The pizza deliverer was a young man with really bad skin and long
stringy blonde hair. He looked confused as I began to speak, waving a
fifty in front of him. "What’s your name, son?" "Barry, sir. Here’s
your pizza." "Not for me Barr, for you. See my girlfriend in there has
some strange tastes. She likes to feel like she’s being forced to
fuck. But tonight she wore me out. So I figured that I would share the
joy. Here is plenty of money to make up for your lost time at work
tonight. All you have to do is go in there and enjoy yourself. Maybe
even invite some friends up. I’m going to come back tomorrow morning
to pick her up so just let her go when the wake up call comes at 7 am.
Now, she likes it rough, so you do what you want as long as you don’t
leave any permanent marks. If you do something that she doesn’t really
want you to do, she’ll say ‘filbert’. That’s our sign to go lighter,
anything else that she says is just play acting. Remember, Barry, I
know your name and where you work. I’ll come after you if you let her
really get hurt. Now, go have a good time!!!"
As I spoke, I opened the door. Once he noticed the beautiful woman
laying naked on the bed, he never looked at me again. When I finished
speaking, I shoved the fifty in his hand and him through the door. I
couldn’t resist watching as he approached the bed. Renee jumped when
she noticed that the man moving toward her wasn’t me. "Thank god
you’re here, let me up. I’ve been raped and hurt."
Barry’s breath was coming in short gasps as he looked her over. I
thought for a moment that he would come to his senses and let her go,
but his other head won out. He reached down and ran his hand over her
helpless form, the pizza forgotten in his other. Then he found his
voice. "Shut up, bitch. I know what you want, and I’ll be damned if
you won’t get it tonight. First I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,
then I’m gonna score some points with my frat by inviting them to a
party. Yeah, whore, all the cock you could want, all night long."
The pizza was shoved onto the night table as he pulled down his pants
and climbed on the bed. "I’d like to make it last, but I think I’ll
cum in my pants if I don’t fuck you soon." With that, I watched as he
climbed on her and shoved his cock in her. From the door, I could hear
her pleas start to change to moans as her rutted on her, slobbering on
her pretty face and gripping her breasts to support himself.
She turned her head as he fucked her and spotted me in the door, but
any words were silenced as his tongue shoved into her mouth. I just
waved goodbye and gently shut the door. On the way out I looked at her
drivers license that I took out of her wallet while I had waited for
my replacement. As it turned out, she only lived a couple of hours
away from me. Maybe I should pay her a visit in a few months, or
weeks.
Dark Side
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