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Originally Posted by prey4me
I too love the innocent girl in the wrong place scenario. The "cockteaser who deserves it" angle doesnt get me as wet as the "she was sweet, friendly & virginal & had no enemies" angle.
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I love your mind hun.Quote:
Originally Posted by prey4me
I too love the innocent girl in the wrong place scenario. The "cockteaser who deserves it" angle doesnt get me as wet as the "she was sweet, friendly & virginal & had no enemies" angle.
I've given some thought as to how I got this fixation. Well, I dealt with it for years, and it hasn't gone away, so now I'm indulging it--but strictly in fiction!! Let's be real: Do actually try to pull this off would be very wrong, harmful, not to mention risky.Quote:
Originally Posted by usedHil25
That said, I moved in religious, fairly affluent circles when I "came of age" sexually. So the girls I lust after are very sweet, very delicate, innocent and virginal. Now I know that lots of girls maintain the impression but have their private sex lives, but the image of the morally unavailable young lass is carved deep onto my psyche.
Here's another thing: back then (early-mid sixties) girls didn't expose their anatomy as much as they do now. They let their clothing do it--especially little glimpses of lingerie! This technique was even more intense in earlier cultures, e.g. Victorian--a bit of ankle, a flash of knee, some petticoat, lace-edged satin slips peeking out. Not to mention bras: glimpses down the cleavage, the outline of the thing beneath an slightly thin blouse...Much can be said for feminine modesty and subtlety!
The most beautiful and virginal image I have of a girl is as a bride. (Also, debutantes, prom princesses, socialites.) Yeah, girls are usually very experienced when they marry these days, but I love the idea of a very pure and innocent girl on her wedding day--and night. The idea of violating her on this occasion is fiendishly intense to me.
I have not yet posted a story, but I consider myself a very descriptive writer, and have several in progres. In one story, a young couple are subdued in a remote honeymoon cottage, where the bride is abused (extreme) and raped (lots) in front of her tied-up groom. Here's the opening paragraph:
"Jill giggled as she clung to her new husband's neck. She was a petite girl, just over five feet, but her beloved Doug was not much larger, and he definitely had his arms full as he struggled to carry her over the threshold of the honeymoon cottage. Her long, light brown hair--somewhatg golden-- fell down her back, about her shoulders, and down her trim, modest silk-covered breasts. She gath*ered up the voluminous satin skirt of her wedding gown, and several layers of crisp taffeta petticoat rustled from beneath. With her other arm, she scooped together yards of sheer silk bridal veil, and wrapped it around her slender arm, which she then wrapped around Doug's neck. She held on to the short engineer, more than he held her up as they squeezed through the door. He carried his lovely treasure into the middle of the rustic front room, and, as she slid out of his arms onto the floor, her skirt bunched up, display*ing slender, white-stockinged legs, up to her smooth knees.
An intruder is already on scene, and he subdues the husband, tying him up. The poor little nerd has to watch everything that happens to his beautiful bride.
After he makes her give him a blow job, he rests a bit, and then has the bride begin to pleasure him, to get him erect again for another assault:
“Jill.”
“Yes, sir?”
“On your knees. Here.” He pointed to a spot between his feet. She moved forward, dropping to her knees. Yards of sweet silk brushed against his thighs, legs, and feet as her gown puffed out. She looked up at him, then down at his dick which had become flacid. “I'm am going to sit back, and you are going to pleasure me, my lovely bride. You will play with my prick, using your fingers, hair, and veil. I want you to stroke it, caress it, kiss it, and softly pull on it. Brush it gently with any part of you that is soft, silky, sweet. Get it hard!
“Do it!”
He shook the coil of rope which led to the nylon line entangled around her husband's penis. She knew he would use it. His cock had softened, and was lying on his thighs, but it still seemed kind of thick. She had never encountered anything she loathed more than the ugly, old penis plopped on his pale thigh. She picked it up, pulling a little, and felt a small quiver of pleasure from him. Jill took a few yards of silk veil off her shoulder, draping it over his belly, lap, and thighs. He picked her hands up, and placed them atop the sheer expanse. “Rub me all over with that, Jill. I like the feel of silk.” Jill swept a yard of the veil across his stomach and groin, back and forth, caressing and tickling him slightly. A bit of life entered the organ, and it twitched somewhat. Then she took a long shock of her glossy hair and lay it over his cock and scrotum. She wrapped the baby-fine strands around his manhood, and she gently massaged him with it.
“Kiss it, Jill. I want my bride to kiss my wonderful cock. This is your wedding night, and you're going to do wonderful, sweet, loving and wifely things to me.”
There's lots of physical torture, but I really dig in with the psychological stuff, too.
I'm open to ideas for a title. I'm thinking of "Honeymoon Horror," but am open to other suggestions.
Keep up the good work folks, there's some lovely open and nicely nasty :D posts on here so far.
My extreme fantasies... you don't want to know sweethearts... you don't want to know ;) (Wouldn't dare post some of them in public anyway)
Have you read this tale? http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/N...ngtheBitch.htmQuote:
Originally Posted by German
It's my favorite type of storyline; one or more shapely yet snobbish girls getting their well-earned savage punishment for their rashness in denying male lustful needs and tortured into being fucktoys.
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Originally Posted by pop_54
Hey, I've gone public here with my peculiar issue--briderape. I thought it would at least resonate with some similarly disturbed souls, but I haven't had much reponse.
Alas.
So, why not go for broke. Maybe you'll be luckier than me, and a kindred soul will respond, and share thoughts, fantasies, or--best of all--some obscure website where you can get some good stories and smut! :)
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Originally Posted by Roof
Fact is, it's a well-written extreme story. But for my taste, I like the victim(s) younger, more innocent. A married woman in her late 30's or 40's may be the right turnon for others, and it's good that there are powerful stories to appeal to them. But if Melissa were 19, a college sophomore doing a work-study internship, a little-miss-know-it-all who gets in too deeply the rough world of big-time corporate power politics.....
Throw in a nice wardrobe to get removed or ripped off...a snug wood suit, A-line skirt, pastel silk blouse with a satin slip...real stockings...then torture the bitch...yum!
Yea but your fantasy didn't include a school bus, a gang of drug crazed escaped convicts, a catholic priest, and a labrador dog, did it friend :DQuote:
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Sez whom?Quote:
Originally Posted by pop_54
Here's one: Hijack a schoolbus full of Catholic Schoolgirls. Let's make sure it's tranporting girls from a really strict convent school! Lots of the R.C. schools these days seem to have gotton awfully lax. I want these girls chaste!
Then we take them into interview rooms, hook them up to lie detectors, and interview them about their sexual history (if any), special fears/phobias, fantasies, etc. They are then rated "virginal/very innocent" to "virgins" to "not very experience" to "very experience." Very experienced ones who are really pretty are immediately raped, just to get our rocks off. Why wait?
Then they are rated by beauty. Pretty virgins are given the highest rating, down to the ugly/fat/slutty ones. Here's where it gets interesting.
Each pretty virgin girl is given an "ugly" as a maidservant. They are a team. The fat/ugly one has to help keep the pretty one, well, beautiful, because every day is a re-rating, a kind of beauty pagent. The maidservants will also be whipped if her pretty one doesn't "measue up." The uglies look after the pretties' wardrobe, hair, make-up, etc. The girls wear clothes we masters like, and the uglies will also serve as seamstresses to make sure the pretties are dressed/undressed the way we want. So they're always gorgeous and ready to fuck.
Those of us in the conspiracy will choose our favorite pretties by lot. Each guy gets to keep one, or a few (depending on the available stock) as his personal harem. He may/may not trade off or share, generosity and reciprocity being encouraged. But he might want to reserve one special pretty fuck-toy as his own "wife-toy."
The uglies? A few may be executed or tortured to intimidate the rest of the girls Some may have potential if they lose weight. These are starved until they get to a nice weight.
And the ugliest? They get fucked by a horny priest and mated by a drunken Labrador!! Drug-crazed convicts.....can pull theirf own puds!
You're as crazy as I am :D :DQuote:
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Oh this is soooo wicked! :DQuote:
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Perhaps you like "Sheik Rashid Venegance" by llambik on punishing snoty girs.
Labrador? Oh yes! One of my favorites. Beacause I just won a bet that there IS a story with dog as a master (no android super doogies!) try this
http://www.asstr.org/~chaosgrey/stor...lymaster1.html
have fun!
Pejanon
Oh this is soooo wicked! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by prey4me
Perhaps you will like "Sheik Rashid Venegance" by llambik on punishing snotty girls.
Labrador? Oh yes! One of my favorites. (Not necessarily big doggies. How about small dogs? A LOT of them!? :D ).
Beacause I just won a bet that there IS a story with dog as a master (no android super dogies!) try this
http://www.asstr.org/~chaosgrey/sto...elymaster1.html
have fun!
Pejanon
(grmbl snnoty spell chckr..
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Originally Posted by Roof
Yes me too, I rather like the idea and images of seriously physically abusing women and girls tits in all manner of violent and less violent torturous ways...
I do get to live out this fantasy in part occasionally as my lady wife rather likes having her tits punished as well as the rest of her slut body when I give her a beating for being a bad girl... I change from the heavier cane that I use to stripe her ass, upper legs, back, and belly, to a thinner light weight cane... then set about striping her tits with it, taking care not to split a nipple of course...
However in my dreams of the real thing... serious breast abuse during the rape and torture of a young female stranger... I don't change canes and the nipples do get split very badly as does much of her body, blood, shit and piss everywhere scenario... I worry about my extreme fantasies sometimes, they do go rather far :) but hey, shit happenes :D
I definately like to see more stories where a coed or female co-worker is in the hands of guys she's pissed off and is sadistically tortured into being a private and public fucktoy, where she's forced to accept her slut role, but where she's mutilated or snuffed, isn't my thing. Crush her tits, shock them, cram dildos up her pussy and ass, fine---but (I think) don't disfigre her.Quote:
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Speaking as somebody who really was "sweet, friendly, virginal and with no enemies" I'd like to make the comment that I invariably found myself completely overlooked and ignored by most guys because of this. I had girlfriends who radiated that "man-eater" personality and they invariably drew all the attention. At the time it really used to upset me, but I never had the confidence to be more assertive and make myself more visible to anybody. I might add that I've never considered myself a "prude" or anything either -- just very naive and totally in the dark about a lot of things.
In most of the stories I've read, particularly forced submission/sex ones, this "reality of a wallflower" is never properly explored and writers, particularly guys (sorry guys :) ) may begin stories with a brief sketch of "sweet, friendly, etc." but only as a brief stepping stone before getting to "...and then she hungrilly gobbled his cock and begged the others to fuck all her holes." *heh*
These days I'm certainly a bit more older and more worldly, but I prefer to think I'm still sweet and innocent and as such, I simply could never imagine myself in a story where I would act so overtly depraved with such little encouragement. It simply wouldn't happen. :)
kinkabella
Quite so dear, if it's the violent rape and abuse of an innocent virgin, or of a girl with little worldly experience, even a mature married woman with much cock fucking in her past but no wish to put herself about... I just can never accept that said girl/woman would suddenly turn into a depraved cock mad slut during the first several minutes of being raped and abused the way these morons portray such scenario's... It would be screaming protesting blood soaked rape and force from beginning to end, leaving said innocent sobbing and quivering still innocent and virginal of mind and character if not of bodily orifices... Sub slave mock forced (but in truth voluntary) sex should be kept well away from 'real rape and torture' scenario's in fiction writing.Quote:
Originally Posted by slave802120
Drag her sceaming from the street in your story chaps, rip her clothes of and rape and torture her half to death if you want, but don't try to make it her fault by excusing the male violent behaviour with her turning slutty cow during the scene, or being a 'prick teaser' to begin with.
Slave 80210 and Pop54, I am definitely on the same page with you. Who wants, "Then her raped pussy began churning out her cunt juices and she hungrily squeezed his massive cock...??"
For some odd reason, I fantasize not about girls who discover they "want it, after all," or even (with a few exceptions) about "girls who had it coming," but about the girls who didn't want it, who utterly loathed it! Hence, brides and religious girls are frequent subjects of my fantasy life and my attempts at fiction.
I'm a great one for starting things and getting it so complicated I have to leave it a while, then go back and hack away the excess. Incidentally, it seems to me that the classic "Catholic Schoolgirl" is a creature of the past--I drive by the RC schools and the girls look so slutty! Therefore, my image of the chaste and innocent teenager is more often the conservative, Bible-church Protestant girl. These are the girls who are going to the "Wait Until Marriage" chastity rallies!
Something to think about there, kiddo's. Sometimes they're home-schooled, with very carefully supervised social/dating lives--much greater likelihood of authentic virginity in this day and age.
Slave80210, your wall-flower character type intrigues me, really! You have the Great Overlooked Victim Cliche! Honestly, I have played with (pun) such a character in my mind off and on: sometimes romantically, sometimes sadistically, and I could easily adapt her to the wallflower you seem to have in mind. My character (no plot line, yet--too busy with other stuff) is something like this: a dark-haired, green-eyed girl, hair to her shoulders, she styles it carefully, a little too much so, and her curls are kind of a decades-ago throwback. Glasses. Pretty, but not conspicuously so, not until you're pretty close to her. Likes to wear sweaters and wool skirts--not uniform type, but A-lines and dirndles. Thus, she tends to wear fairly heavy (rich satin) full slips under these things. (I love satin slips!)
She's the youngest child of older parents: her siblings are about 10 years-plus older, moved out, so this mid-teenager is the last one "home." Parents have gotten very active in politics, so she's home in her garrett bedroom a lot, reading poetry and centuries-old literature.
When the man comes in, she's wearing a pull-over cashhmere sweater, a generously cut tweed dirndle skirt, and cable-knit knee-highs. (And, of course, a dainty satin slip, etc.) She's reading a Victorian romance, has the highest, purist hopes for her own love life.
She's up on the 4th floor attic bedroom, and she's all alone in the house.....
Reminiscing a little here -- when I was young, my mother had very definite ideas about the type of underwear suitable for me and my sisters, and her own notions about the importance of keeping one's derriere warm in winter and cool in summer. At the beginning of each summer she would buy yards and yards of brown cotton that should would take along to a dressmaker. The dressmaker's brief was to sew five pairs of full bloomers each for us, with elastic waists and legs. No lace, no frills, just plain brown cotton bloomers. At the beginning of winter she'd do the same, except with prickly brown wool.Quote:
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I hated winter because I was allergic to wool and suffered for years until I discovered the wool allergy itch went away if I wore a pair of my cotton summer bloomers underneath the woollen ones.
At this time in history, new and colorful girls' panties were appearing in the shop. Bikinis were popular and bloomers were definitely out in a fashion sense. None of this bothered my mother, of course, because she wasn't the least bit interested in fashion.
By the time I entered high school (an exclusive private girls' school in a wealthy neighborhood) no trendy girl even knew what bloomers were. In hindsight though, I think my mother chose this school because brown was the color of the regulation underwear that was supposed to be worn. The regulation design was full briefs, but my mother, in a rare moment of rebellion, decided that my brown bloomers were close enough. Oh how I pined for a pair of brown cotton full briefs!
Things came to a crisis point one wintry day at school when the sports mistress noticed that girls changing into the shcool's brown sports shorts and shirt were wearing colorful briefs and bikinis and not the regulation brown full briefs. Shock! Horror! Disgrace! Lines were written and detentions handed out, but not for me. I always wore my brown sports shorts under my woolen tunic on sports day to hide the fact I had bloomers for briefs.
Disaster struck when the Principal (a stern and forthright woman, even by my mother's standards) declared the whole school parade their underwear one rainy lunch hour in the middle of winter.
All girls were ordered to remove their clothes and march into the school hall and have their underwear checked to ensure it conformed with the school uniform regulations. As fate would have it on that particular day, I was wearing a rather old pair of brown woollen bloomers over an even older pair of brown cotton ones under these to prevent the wool itch. Luckily I was also wearing a cotton singlet and a wollen spencer over that and so the underwear parade didn't alarm me with any fears of being seen half naked.
The other girls were all in purple, floral or psychedelic bikinis or pretty panties. Me in my droopy-drawers felt so jealous of them. There wasn't a singlet or spencer in sight. Some of them had pretty bras and some had to march into the hall with arms over their bare breasts.
Well, as you can imagine everybody hooted with laughter at the sight of me in my voluminous bloomers and tatty old singlets. They stopped laughing with the school Principal declared by brown monstrosities OK and no punishment was required because my underwear was the right color and provided decent coverage (although she did suggest my mother buy me newer underwear).
It being a cold Winter's day and all, and the underwear parade taking 40 minutes or so, I was the only warm girl in school that day and actually was, for once, actually quite grateful for my mother's insistence on woollen underwear.
The whole parade ordeal was, however, quite traumatizing for many a young girl. Some because they had to flash skin and shiver a lot and for me because everybody now knew the embarrassing state of my underwear. From that day forth, I swore that as soon as I had money of my own I would always buy attractive underwear in case I should ever be forced to participate in a situation where I had to parade in it, or to save embarrassment should I be hit by a bus and a paramedic or two need to cut it off. :)
kinkabella
Slave 80210,
That really happened? What a hoot! That could be the genesis of one heck of a story. If I ever break out of my nc/bdsm mold, I might try that for humor. Now what if the janitor were watching, or videotaping....I could work with that!
We need a glossary of British underwear nomenclature. I remember, for example, when I was very young, being confused by the term "buggery." What's the difference between bloomers, knickers, and panties? I thought they were one and the same.
Yes, it really happened. It was a long time ago and (I assume?) things are different in this brave, new, politically correct world, but that sort of thing happened when I went to school. We also had school 'Prefects' (girls in their senior year) who were permitted to summarily discipline younger students for minor infringements of school rules. I wasn't the type to ever break the rules, although I was once caned by them for nothing. Well, I thought it was for nothing, but it's a long story. *hehe* I wrote a story about it ages ago and embellished it a little bit, but it's mostly true and I'll post it to my blog later tonight.Quote:
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As for underwear -- bloomers are exactly the way I described them. They're like a giant pair of oversized shorts with an elastic waistband and elastic around the tops of the legs. Imagine a girl wearing full-sided briefs that have been inflated to a huge size, and you start to get some idea. They can be quite comfortable actually, if they're not made of wool, but they're totally impractical to wear under anything except long, full skirts ;-)
Panties can be used for everything except bloomers. A g-string or thong, for example, could be called panties but mostly the term is used to mean briefs. These come in a variety of styles from the full-sided ones (which would include 'sports' types of underwear) to 'hipsters' that have not sides but still cover most of the front and back.
Briefs can be interchangable with panties (figuratively speaking ;-) ) There's a few brand names as well -- Cottontails and Bonds, for example, that are used to mean briefs.
Knickers is a colloquial term that could mean any type of underwear and even can be used to mean shorts for either men or women. Another Brit term meaning the same thing is 'duds' and sometimes you'll hear 'under-duds' colloquially for any sort of underwear worn like panties. Not bras and things, in other words.
Knickerbockers are a knee-length style of shorts (not underwear), although I think the word can also be used for bloomers. I think the term was also used for the shorts worn by school boys in the 50s and 60s (See: Knickerbocker Holiday) A more contemporary word (from the late 70s/80s) would be 'peddle-pushers', named so for their utility purpose of allowing women/girls to ride bicycles without resorting to the immodesty of shorts that tended to creep up between one's bum cheeks, or long pants (prone to getting grease stains on the inside of the leg from the chain) or dresses (which get caught in the spokes of the wheels).
Pants -- a unisex word meaning any type of garment with legs. Varieties include 'short pants' and 'long pants' with the former often used specifically to mean schoolboy shorts and the latter meaning anything from 'slacks' to jeans or suit pants. Incidentally, there is no such thing as 'pant' as a singular for pants. Only SHEEPS say PANT. *hehe* You will get 'pant suits' though, which are combination sets of long pants and matching jackets for women.
Slacks these days usually refers specifically to long pants worn by women, although the tight fitting nylon trousers worn by men in the late 60s and early 70s (See: Safari Suits and Flares) used to be called slacks as well. Like pants, slacks only come in pairs and so there's no singular 'slack'.
Jackets (which I think is a universal term for any coat?) are types of coats for men or women and can be used for specific types such as blazers (usually meaning specifically a school uniform jacket or coat)
A Singlet is an undergarment worn under a top (everything from a T-shirt to blouse) originally made of cotton though these days there's lots of lovely satins ones as well for women. Singlets for men were intended as an aid to stop perspiration staining their shirts, though construction workers and so on will wear singlets and no overshirt.
Spencers are a singlet made of heavier material for warmth in colder places. As mentioned in my story, even back then they had long gone out of fashion though very old people might still wear them or use the word.
Tunics are used to describe school girl dresses that are one piece, as opposed to a blouse and skirt combination.
There's probably dozens of others that have slipped my mind, but I hope that helps to get you started :)
As for 'buggery', the word would never be used in polite society because of its original meaning -- anal sex. Expressions such as "bugger it!" (damn/fuck it!), "it's buggered" (it's broken/fucked) and simply "bugger!" (damn/shit) have been widely used by 'common people' since about the mid to late 60s. "Go to buggery!" (get lost!) did have currency for a while back then too, but people under 40 years of age or so aren't likely to have heard it. Translations of de Sade often use 'bumfuckery' in place of buggery. *hehe*
I consider myself ever-so-educated now...but I don't think this is what the Buddha meant by "enlightenment." Thanks for your glossary, and especially so for being so complete and entertaining.
From context, I had figured out that "knickers" meant under-pants, but it's helpful to know that it's more generic than I had thought. Here in the Colonies (BTW, I reside in "the Cradle of Liberty") "knickerbocker" is archaic, but "knickers" is exclusively the 3/4-length pant, often associated with pre-WWI young males' apparel. (Boys didn't wear pants until at least 16.)
Here, I think a "singlet" would be called a chemise for females (strap-supported undergarment, sometimes matched with a half-slip) or a "muscle-shirt" for men.
Your "tunic" is likely to be termed a "jumper" here: a sleeveless dress, sometimes paired with a blouse/shirt underneath, unless it's a school uniform, in which case it always is.
I'm saving your little essay as a file in my research section. Someday I might do that story on the bookworm/wallflower, and it would be fun to try and make it as authentically English as possible. Again, she would be a pure victim (both senses of the word), and I like the evil idea of having her brutally taken in the quiet little garret where she escapes (physically, and figuratively--into her literature) and which she falsely feels to be a sanctuary.
You know, this could be a good scenario to try the "reluctant" theme--where she's forced at first, later "gets into it" as the rape proceeds. I usually don't care for this plot line. The gimmick here would be to have her real-life rape segue into literary fantasy experience, and then back into real-time rape, which she authentically enjoys. I should have her reading a classical rape story (Rape of the Lock?) at the time.
Of course, she'll be wearing something awfully romantic and pretty. I'm thinking of a white cotton blouse, high-button, round collar, very generous sleeves and cuffs, and a full dirndl skirt, not to mention satin slip with self-bra cups.
....and matching, chaste--but satin--bloomers!
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hehehe -- Can I tell you something from the other side of the mirror? I have trouble trying to come to grips with trying to "Americanize" my stories. I guess I'm a lazy writer sometimes, but quite a few years ago I made the conscious decision to standardize a few things, like limiting myself to "ass" or "butt" where the English/Brits might use a multitude of variations (bum, backside, bottom, etc. -- and I'd never use "arse" even if I was writing for a local audience) and "pussy" for the 'front bottom' ;-) Unless dialog calls for it, I'd have a real aversion to the 'C' word, 'vagina' is something my doctor would say, and 'sex' is, well, copulation between two people and a terrible euphemism as far as I'm comcerned. I mostly use breasts as a shorthand for tits, etc. tho in real life I'd more likely say boobs or even boobies, just because they're those silly Brit words that are familiar and fun to say and would sound out of place in any heavy sex story (laziness factor at play again).
Incidentally, I posted a couple of my bloomer pics for you on my blog :)
Interestingly, "singlet" is quite specifically a sleeveless undershirt in the lexicon I know, not just any undershirt.
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By the way, I like the picture you've got on your post. The miniskirted chick with her hands tied behind her back. The leg spreader. No hemline should ever be longer than that. Always did enjoy nice legs in high hemlines.
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Having the haughty wench's spirit broken by her tits shocked at the same time as being crushed would be a good thing to see, to put her in her (slut) place. I'd not want disfiguring marks on the chick--so as to keep her attractive in her enforced new slut lifestyle, but given ample enough pain to gain compliance...
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Having an innocent attractive girl in the wrong place with wrong boys/men around is good---but I prefer the prig smug well-curved bitch being tortured into being the slut her shapely body calls for. The torture should more than fit the level of cock-teashing bitch she'd been (with her refusal to be open-minded to the lust of her male acquaintences).
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Yeah, yours is idea is good too. The age doesn't matter, as long as she's in her teens or above. It does however seem to me that her being forced to sexually satisfy males younger than she is (as well as older) would underline her slave status. I like stories where the pretty, yet stuck-up wench gets the pain she's long ago earned for her attitude of "don't leer at me, still less touch me, you bastard" gets the pain level it takes to gain her slutdom and her hopeless-resignation (lessor of two evils) of enduring even deliberate public prick-service for any male demanding it.
Probably shouldn't post this here being a real life event not fantasy... but we just had a real life serious rape event in our local area involving a prick teasing teen age girl getting done against her will.
A mate of mine was on jury service recently and the big case he was involved with concerned a teenage girl being violently raped by her drunken step-father one evening several months back... It appears from the evidence that the girl had been coming on to the new daddy and flirting like hell with him since he married her divorced mother... Jumping on his lap at every chance, flashing her knickers to him all the time, walking about the house near naked, topless on a few occasions showing off her teenie tits to him.
Bloke eventually lost it one evening when mummy was out of the house and he'd been drinking heavy... the girl it seems from statements began her usual flirting with mum out of the way and step-daddy got very hard and wanting of her, followed her to her room with no objection from her, and began trying his luck with her... To which she objected and said no, too late unfortunately he was too far gone, ripped her clothes off while holding her down on her bed, and proceeded to quite violently and with little care or feeling for her, rape her up her virgin ass, then after cumming in her ass, he rolled her over and raped her up the cunt violently, slapping her face and tits about to shut her up when she screamed out... The end result being a very badly bruised and battered young girl left bleeding from both holes on her bed while step-daddy went down and carried on drinking.
Final end result of course being step-daddy is now serving 8 yrs for raping his teenage step-daughter in such a violent and nasty way, and rightly so... But my twisted mate said he was sitting on that jury bench with a hard on a lot of the time the evidence was being read out or spoken.
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Yep bloke had a fair trial :)Quote:
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Although it could have been a jury of "queers" according to my mate, he seemed the only one who found it arousing in places.
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Originally Posted by pop_54
If there is a comprehensive, summarizing news story you can locate, why not post the link? Of course, this would divulge your where-abouts, so I would understand your reluctance. "Mate" and "bloke" and a few words suggest you're from Downunder. But I'd be curious.
The risk we run in this Forum and dealing with all these stories is that, for some individuals, a desensitization to rape can set in. Like video game violence, we might become a bit more callous about real rape, and--worst yet--tempted to actually do it. Few of us, I wager, have spouses/partners who really dig seriously rough role-play, so count yourself lucky Pop54!
If the girl was underage* then she was raped, regardless of her behavior. The fact that she was a shameless flirt might factor in the judge's sentencing as a "mitigating factor," but it doesn't excuse it. On the basis of the facts applied to the defined charge(s), the jury apparently did the right thing.
Here in the USA there has been a disturbing trend of "jury nullification," especially where race is involved. O.J. Simpson is the biggest example: guilty as sin, but the jury persuaded to let him off because the bleach-skinned dickhead (who spurned Blacks in every aspect of his life) was--for this case, anyway, "minority."
But I digress.
At http://www.about-rape.com/bbs/index.php somebody identified him/her/its self as a "13-year-old girl" who wants to be raped...!!! Huh?! I responded that she should get off a site like this....and suggested that "she" might be a decoy law enforcement person!!