Waitress du jour
You must be over 18 for read this story with rape, if you not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read not more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Any man who commit rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right if they not hurt somebody.
Kathy Elliot was nineteen years old and had been working at Jerry's Diner since graduating high school the previous year. She was a pretty girl with large brown eyes, a pixie nose and full lips. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail as the food service regulations required. She was currently wearing a white, short sleeve shirt dress that buttoned to the waist. The V of the collar was cut just deep enough to show the beginnings of the cleavage of her firm, young breasts. The dress flared to a full skirt below her trim waist and ended just above the knees of her long, shapely legs. The collar, cuffs and buttons of the dress were red, as was the two inch wide belt that she wore. Her shoes were white leather flats. This was the standard uniform of a waitress at Jerry's.
Kathy glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. Eight-thirty. Still an hour and a half till closing. It had been a busy night at Jerry's Diner, and Kathy was looking forward to closing up and going home.
Kathy was working the twelve booths along the wall while Bill Davis, a college student and part time waiter, worked the counter. Jerry, the owner, was cooking as he usually did. Three booths were occupied by couples, one by four high school boys, and one by two elderly ladies. Three men, each alone, sat spaced out at the counter. No one paid attention when the front door of the diner opened.
The blast of the twelve gauge shotgun in the enclosed space was deafening. Plaster fell to the floor beneath the hole that was torn in the ceiling by the double ought buck shot. Confusion reigned as eleven men, all brandishing firearms, ran screaming through the restaurant, yelling at everyone to move to the back wall. Kathy, Bill and all the customers were herded to the rear. Jerry was forced out of the kitchen with a gun in his back and made to join the others at the back wall. In moments, they were all under the control of the intruders.
The eleven who stood in front of the hostages were cut from the same mould. All were big, dirty looking men with long, greasy hair and several days growth of beard. They all wore dirty blue jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests which proclaimed them to be members of the Shadows, an outlaw motorcycle gang. The smell that they carried with them indicated that they hadn't bathed in days.
"J.D., get the 'closed' sign put up in the window and lock the door. Cosmos, you close the blinds." Two of the bikers moved towards the front without question, indicating that the one who spoke was the leader.
"Listen," Jerry stammered, "we won't make any trouble, The money's in the register, all of it. Take it, it's yours."
Without a word, the one with the shotgun stepped forward and with a sweeping motion, hit Jerry in the temple with the butt of the gun, knocking him to the floor.
"Let that be a lesson to all of you assholes." The leader growled. "Nobody says
shit unless I ask them a fucking question."
"You tell 'em, Mule." one of the gang members said to the leader.
"Okay." Mule said, looking at the terrified group before him. "We're gonna take up a collection, just like in church. 'Cept here, you donate everything. Wallets, watches, rings every fucking thing. Mongo, Animal, pass among the faithful."
Two of the gang members came forward, each carrying a cloth bag into which each person was forced to drop their valuables. Meanwhile, Mule went to the cash register and emptied it, stuffing the money into his pockets. In no time at all, everything of value had been confiscated. Most gang members by this time had helped themselves to beer from the cooler and were sprawled on stools or in booths, as if they were in no hurry to leave.
Mule sat on a stool at the counter and took a long pull at his bottle of beer as
he perused the available females. Two of them were fucking antiques, dried out
and older than dirt. One was fat, a real sweat hog. Another was in her forties,
and would have been acceptable if there had been nothing else available. Of the
last two, one was a cute little thing, maybe twenty three or twenty four, and
with her husband. Mule was normally fond of fucking broads in front of their
husbands, hearing the cunt crying and begging while her wimp old man stood by
and watched helplessly. Unfortunately, this one was pregnant. It would have been
okay if she had only been five or six months gone, but this one looked like she
was going to drop the kid any minute. She was HUGE, and that was a turn off to
Mule. But that little waitress, there was just something about that little
Mule finished his beer and flipped the empty bottle over the counter where it shattered on the floor. Belching loudly, he stood up and stepped in front of the terrified group.
"You." he nodded towards Kathy. "Come here."
Kathy began trembling with fear, slowly shaking her head from side to side.
Mule looked down at the floor and motioned to Kathy with his hand as he said "Come on. Let's go."
Kathy looked around at the other hostages, but all of them averted their gaze. Terrified, she stepped slowly towards Mule until she stood in front of him. "P-please," she whimpered, "please d-don't hurt me."
Mule placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Hurt you? Why, sweetheart, nobodies going to hurt you." With that, he grabbed Kathy's collar and in one vicious move, tore the top of her dress open, scattering buttons across the floor and exposing the white lace bra she wore. Kathy screamed and tried to fight as Mule pulled the dress off of her shoulders and down around her arms.
"Stop it! PLEASE stop it!" Kathy pleaded as Mule crushed her body against his. His face was buried in her neck and one hand brutally groped her ass. "Leave me alone! STOP it! Let GO of me!"
"Go man, go! Rip her open!" one of the gang members yelled.
"Help me! Somebody please HELP me!" Kathy felt her panic rising as Mule began dragging her towards one of the booths. "Oh no! Don't do this! PLEASE don't do this!"
Mule threw Kathy onto her back in the booth and landed on top of her. He clamped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. His breath was foul, tasting of beer and stale cigarettes. He smelled as if it had been days since he had showered. Kathy began retching as Mule's hands roamed over her body. She managed to pull her mouth free as she felt his hand move between her legs and begin to tear the crotch from her pantyhose.
"HELP me! Please, somebody HELP ME! Don't let him DO this!" Kathy screamed as she tried in vain to push Mule off of her. The other hostages could see that Kathy's dress was bunched around her waist, they could see her legs protruding from the booth, kicking in the air as she fought futility against the large man on top of her.
"Oh God, NO! Please DON'T!" Kathy screamed as she felt him pressing the head of his dick against her. She felt him forcing her open and entering her body. She twisted her body, trying to escape from the intruding organ, but he continued forcing himself deeper into her.
"Make him STOP! Somebody PLEASE make him STOP! Oh God, it HURTS!" the hostages
could hear Kathy's anguished pleas as they watched Mule's ass moving as he drove
himself into her. They watched her legs protruding from each side of his body,
"Oh NO! Please no MORE! NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP!
EEEIIIIIIIAAAHHHH!!" Kathy screamed as Mule finally drove himself completely into her. Her head snapped back and her back arched in pain. The hostages saw Kathy's legs snap straight and begin quivering as the scream escaped her throat, and they knew that Mule's dick was now buried in her trembling body. They could see Mule's back above the table of the booth; they could see his hips thrusting as he drove himself relentlessly into the helpless girl beneath him.
"St-stop! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! P-please st-stop!" Kathy pleaded through her tears as Mule continued viciously raping her. "Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!" The hostages could hear Kathy moan with each inward thrust, with each invasion of her depths. She had never imagined she could feel such pain and frustration. And then the shame washed over her as she realized that she was being used in full view of the other hostages. They could all SEE what was happening to her!
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Oh God! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! St-stop! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! P- please!"
Mule began increasing the pace of his assault. The hostages could hear Kathy's moans of pain increase in frequency and volume as they watched Mule's hips pistoning ever faster. They could hear the groans beginning deep in the big, dirty biker's throat and knew he was approaching orgasm. Kathy knew it, too, and the thought of this animal depositing his sperm inside her was both terrifying and revolting.
"P-please! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Don't c-cum in me! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! P-please not –ooohh- inside of m-me! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
Mule continued driving into Kathy, harder and harder, faster and faster, his grunts and groans of pleasure echoing in Kathy's ear. She could tell he was getting close, she could feel him swelling inside of her. She tried pushing him off of her, tried to get his dick out of her before he could cum. The hostages could see Mule's frantic pace, could see Kathy's desperate struggle against him. While most were disgusted by the spectacle, more than one of them felt a twinge of excitement as they watched this young girl being viciously raped.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Don't! Please DON'T! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Not inside me! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Please not INSIDE MEEEE OOOOOHH GOD NOOOOOO!!!" Kathy felt Mule's dick throbbing, felt him shooting his thick, hot cum deep inside of her. She felt it washing through her, coating her insides.
The watching hostages also knew that Mule had blown his load inside the body of the trembling young waitress. One of them nearly orgasmed himself as he watched Mule drain his balls inside Kathy. Gradually, Mule slowed to a stop and collapsed on top of the sobbing girl.
Kathy lay crying with Mule still on top of her. She felt the tears rolling down the side of her face and into her sweat soaked hair. She felt nauseous, her stomach turning as she fought the urge to vomit. She felt Mule's dick softening inside her, gradually losing it's length and thickness. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kathy felt Mule lifting himself off of her, felt him withdrawing from her as he climbed out of the booth. She felt his cum begin to leak from her body, running into the crack of her ass.
The hostages watched as Mule buckled his pants while he walked back to the counter and picked up the beer that J.D. had set out for him. They watched as Kathy began slowly sitting up, using the table to pull herself up while slowly swinging her feet to the floor. They saw her tear stained face and the shattered, shocked look in her eyes as she slowly stood up. She steadied herself with one hand on the table, while the other gripped her stomach. Kathy began walking slowly, hesitantly, towards the other hostages as J.D. came around from behind the counter.
J.D. stepped in front of Kathy, blocking her way. She looked up at him, saw the
evil grin on his face, and she knew.
"Oh, no." she whimpered as the tears rolled down her face. "Oh, please, no more. No more. Please don't hurt me anymore."
Kathy screamed as J.D. grabbed her and began wrestling her to the floor. She tried fighting, but he was too big, too strong. Kathy landed on her back on the cold tiles with J.D. on top of her. His face was buried in her neck, licking and chewing while his hands played over her body. She felt him pull her bra down off of her breasts, felt his mouth lock onto one of her nipples and begin sucking. Through the tears in her eyes, she could see people all around her, gang members and hostages both, watching as J.D. continued assaulting her body.
"Please!" Kathy pleaded to the watching hostages, "Please help me. Don't let him. Please don't let him!" The hostages stood still, watching as J.D. mauled Kathy.
J.D. pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist as he used his knees to force
her legs apart. She felt his hand move between them and begin unfastening his
pants. Her body trembled with terror as she felt him guiding his dick to the
entrance to her body.
"Stop it! Get OFF of me! Oh, God PLEASE get off of me!" Kathy begged as J.D. prepared to enter her.
"Oooohhhh nnnoooooo!" Kathy cried out as J.D.'s meat slid easily into her cum lubricated vagina. "Oh please, NO! No MORE! Oh please, leave me ALONE!"
Kathy's body twisted, her heels dug against the floor, her hands pushed against J.D.'s hips as she tried to disengage him from her. Nothing worked, and the big biker kept her pinned to the floor, his weight crushing her as he drove himself into her with all the viciousness he could muster.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! No! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Please stop!" Kathy moaned and pleaded as
J.D. slid his dick in and out of her battered vagina.
The hostages continued watching as the rape continued. They could see Kathy spread out on the tile floor, her face glistening with sweat. She was crying and moaning as J.D. continued fucking her brutally. Kathy continued begging, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. One of the hostages was paying particular attention to the rape occurring before him, his eyes large and his tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. He could feel his own balls swelling with excitement as he watched Kathy being brutalized.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! N-n-no m-more! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! P-please, n-no m-more!" Kathy felt J.D. penetrating her deeper than she had ever felt in her life. She felt as if he were tearing her in two. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. "Oh, please, s-stop! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Y-you're h-hurting me! Oh, God, please stop!"
J.D. grabbed Kathy by the hair and forced his mouth onto hers. She felt his tongue pushing deep into mouth, causing her to gag as he began pounding his dick into her with ever increasing fervour. She knew he was getting close. She couldn't stand the thought of another load of cum inside her, but she couldn't break her mouth away to beg for mercy.
"Mmmppphhh! Nnnnmmmppphh!" Kathy groaned around J.D.'s tongue as she twisted her body and pushed against his hips. She heard him moaning in his throat as he continued intertwining his tongue with hers. She could feel his dick swelling and stiffening inside her. She pushed against his hips as hard as she could, twisting her body and using her legs to try and buck him off. And then she felt him spraying her insides, felt the heat of his cum flowing into her.
The hostages saw Kathy's body stiffen, saw her begin to tremble as her left hand formed a fist and smacked the floor in frustration. Every one of them knew that J.D. had cum inside her.
Satiated, J.D. stood up and fastened his pants as Kathy lay on the floor crying. The hostages could see her laying there, her dress and bra bunched around her waist. Her breasts were exposed, and the lower part of her body was covered by nothing more than her shredded pantyhose. Kathy rolled onto her side and pulled herself into the fetal position as she continued crying.
"Scratch! Weasel! Give me a hand here." Animal said as he climbed off his stool. Scratch and Weasel grabbed Kathy by the arms and pulled her to a standing position.
"Leave me alone! Please don't hurt me anymore! Oh, God, please leave me alone!" Kathy pleaded as Animal began removing what was left of her clothing. In no time. she stood naked in the middle of the floor, held in place by the two bikers.
"That's better.' muttered Animal. "Get her up on a stool and pin her to the counter."
Scratch and Weasel pulled Kathy to the counter as she pleaded with them to let her go. They pulled her onto a stool, her back against the counter and her arms held straight out to her sides, pinned down on the top of the counter.
"Please don't! Oh, God, PLEASE no more!" Kathy slowly shook her head from side to side as Animal stepped in front of her and pulled his dick from his pants. Kathy saw it standing away from his body, rock hard with the veins bulging along it's sides. She felt the tears burning her eyes as he stepped between her legs. Kathy could see the other hostages watching as Animal began slipping his dick up inside her.
"Help me! Somebody please help me!" Kathy whimpered to the hostages as Animal slid his arms under her legs and lifted. Her legs were now held in the air, Animals elbows under her knees. In this position, Animal could penetrate Kathy to incredible depths.
"Oh God! Oh God! Uuuuhhhhooooonnnoooooo!" Kathy groaned as Animal buried his dick deep inside her. With Animal standing in front of Kathy and her legs raised, the hostages could see his dick as he pulled it almost completely out of her before sliding it back in. They could see her legs draped over his arms, her feet bouncing in the air as he stroked himself in and out of her. They could see the sweat beading on her face and chest as Animal began fucking her in earnest.
These are just random letters that I have written to my boyfriend when we couldn't be together. They just decribe things I want to do to him, or things I wish I could be doing to him...
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