A Romantic Rape/Snuff Story

[Sonya]

This is a story I wrote a few years back. I edited out the background, but the main characters are a psychotic drug dealer and his girlfriend. The story is told from the girlfriends perspective…

The Adventures of Bunny & Johnny
By: Sonya

We’ve been on the road for 2 months now. We’ve had a few strange adventures, but if I had to choose one story to share with you, it would have to be the Frank Incident. That was the wildest, no doubt. When I think back on it, sometimes I can’t believe it all really happened. But it did.

We had just finished a drug run and found ourselves in Elko, Nevada. It’s a small, hole-in-the-wall gambling town. Not much to do there besides gamble and drink. We got a room for the night and went to the closest bar to have some fun. We had money to blow, and we were both in a really good mood.
So we went to this bar and got really drunk and danced a bunch. Then we got into a big fight. I can’t even remember what we fought about now, some piddley ass little thing that got blown way out of proportion. Hell, it doesn’t matter anyway. Things got heated, and we ended up screaming at each other. I stormed out and started walking back to the motel.

It was nice out and the motel was maybe a 1/2 mile down the road. I was plastered and staggering a little, it wasn't easy walking, the shoulder of the road had big chunks of gravel on it and I was afraid I'd twist an ankle if I wasn't careful.

I don’t know how far I’d gotten, but I remember the motel sign still seemed pretty far away when the pick-up truck slowed down and pulled up along side of me.

The driver rolled down the window and smiled.

“Hey honey, you need a ride?” He looked like a local boy, well, not a boy, a man, if you wanna call him that. I'd guess he was in his forties or maybe fifty. Probably a rancher I thought. The truck was almost brand new, a full sized extended cab Dodge Ram. The guy didn’t look sleazy, but still, I didn’t want to take any chances.

I answered back “Ummmm....I’m just walking to the motel up ahead. I think I’ll be fine.”

“The Blue Ridge Motel? Well I’ll be passing by there in a couple minutes if you wanna hop in, otherwise you’ll be walking for a while.” Then he swung open the passenger door.

I knew it wasn’t a smart thing to do, but I was tired and just wanted to crash into bed. So I thought 'what the hell, I’ll be at the motel in two minutes' and jumped in the truck.

As soon as the door closed the truck started moving. The guy looked me up and down in that gross, leering kind if way, and he was real obvious about it. I got self conscious about the way I was dressed. It was warm that night, and I was all decked out to party. I still remember what I wore - a leather halter top and short leather skirt, with fishnet hose and ankle high lace-up boots. I knew I looked like a biker version of a 2 dollar whore.

When the Blue Ridge Motel whizzed by I looked at the guy and knew I was in trouble. But I still hoped maybe he missed it by mistake and said “Hey, that was the motel.”

He looked at me and smiled, then said “We’re gonna make a stop first hon.”
I started to panic. Before I knew it the truck pulled off down the next dark road. I screamed at the guy to “Stop the car NOW dammit!”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted it hard, then he said “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, it’s your choice, honey.”

He pulled the truck into the parking lot of a junk yard holding onto my hair tight the whole time. He turned off the engine. Then he opened the drivers side door and got out, dragging me behind him.

When we were out of the car, I tried to kick him and break free, but I was still pretty drunk and couldn’t keep my balance. He threw me to the ground and kicked me twice in the stomach, then crawled on top of me.

He reached under my skirt and tore away my panties saying “I know you want it you little cunt.”

I tried to push him off, but no way was I strong enough. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and started pulling up my halter top and grabbing my breasts.
A few seconds later I heard him unzip his jeans, and then I felt his cock probing for an entrance. I know I screamed when he forced himself inside of him. Partly cause of the pain, and partly cause I was so pissed off at lying there all helpless.

God, it hurt so much. I would have thought with all the sex me and Johnny were having things wouldn’t freeze up like that bad, ya know? But damn, I was as dry as a bone down there. It felt like that guys dick was covered in sandpaper.

He asked me “You like it, don’t you whore?”

I didn’t say anything. I was thinking ‘do I like it? geez...it feels like your tearing my innards out’. But I didn’t say that, I didn't say a word.
Then he said “Say it bitch, say you like it.” He pounded his cock into me harder. The ground underneath me was soft, but with a few rocks that cut into my back with each thrust.

I stayed quiet, and thought I was gonna start crying. He slapped me and screamed. “Say it bitch!!!”

I’m sure I was crying at that point. But I was still really pissed off, so I said “Fuck you.”

He didn’t like that too much and he started hitting me again and again, screaming over and over “SAY IT!”

Finally, after he hit me a bunch of times I said “I like it.” I was crying like a baby by then, and could barely get the words out.

It’s funny, Johnny talks like that all the time. Sometimes he’ll stare at me, and get that wicked smile on his face, then tell me to “Get over here, bitch.” Just hearing him say it makes me wet. When we fuck he will call me his slut, whore, cunt, etc...and the words drive me wild. I love hearing Johnny talk that way. This guy used the same words, but it was like they were in a different language.

So anyway, the guys on top of me ruttin' away, and I'm praying for it to be over quick. It seemed like it went on forever, but it was probably only a couple of minutes before he started grunting and cums. I felt like puking when I thought of his jism inside of me. He shook for a few seconds, then slowly rolled off of me.

He laid there in the dirt beside me for a little while not saying anything, just panting. Then he got up and turned his back to me as he pulled up his jeans. I laid there and stared at his back, watching as he brushed the dust off his jeans, pulled a comb from his back pocket, then smoothed back his hair.
All of the sudden it was like I saw through his eyes, like I was in his head and thinking his thoughts. I knew he thought I was just a piece of meat. He could fuck me, beat me up, and leave me there in the dust without a second thought cause I wasn’t really human. I wasn’t a whole person, not like he was, or his wife, or mother, or the other REAL people in his life.

Something inside of me snapped. I got madder than I'd ever been before. I wanted to hurt him real bad. I looked around and saw a short piece of pipe lying a few feet away. The junkyard was full of trash and old parts, there was lots of stuff lying around all over the place.

I got up real quiet like, the sand underneath my boots didn’t make any noise at all. I was kind of shaky, but a whole lot more sober than a few minutes earlier. I got that piece of pipe and I stared at the back of that bastards head for a couple of seconds, then I swung as hard as I could.

There was a dull cracking sound, and that good ole boy fell face first into the sand with an “ooommmpphhh”. I’m kind of surprised that blow didn’t kill him, but I could still hear him breathing so I knew he wasn’t dead.

I think I went a little nuts after that. I started kicking the shit out of him. I kicked him until both my feet were throbbing. If someone had seen me they probably would have thought I was completely whacked out... this wild chick with blood running from her nose and mouth, wearing torn fishnets, screaming and kicking an unconscious body that couldn’t feel a damn thing anyway.

After a little while I was ready to get the hell out of there. I went over to the truck and hopped inside. The keys were still in the ignition and I was all set to drive away when I noticed something.

A cell phone.

I remembered where I was, the road right after the motel. And I remembered the name of the bar. Johnny was only five minutes away...

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Johnny pulled his bike up along side of the truck. He glanced at the form lying on the ground, then ignored it and turned to me. He opened his arms to hug me I started crying all over again. I didn’t tell him what happened on the phone, just asked him to get there real quick.

I told him the whole story. He was real sweet, and kept telling me “It’s gonna be okay, baby.” He didn’t seem angry at all, which really shocked me.
After a little while he said “Bunny, go check out the toolbox in the back of the truck and see if you can find something to tie him up with. We’re gonna have some fun with this boy.”

I hadn’t seen it before, but sure enough there was one of those big metal boxes in the bed of the pickup. It had a bunch of tools and stuff in it. I found some wire and some duct tape, and asked Johnny if they would work. He said they would work just fine.

We tied that guy up real good. Johnny knew a thing or two about disabling people. We bound his hands and ankles real tight with duct tape. Then we took some wire and wrapped it around the base of his balls, up his back and around his neck. Johnny said if the guy tried to raise his head or struggle the wire would tighten up bad.

Continued...

[Sonya]

Johnny went through the guys wallet and we found out his name was Frank Johnson. So now he had a name. Frank.

Frank the rapist.

Frank started to wake up not long after that.

Johnny stood over Franks head, staring down at him. Then he knelt, and finally sat in the dirt with Franks head between his thighs.

“Hi there Frank! I’m Johnny!"

Frank started to get his wits back, and stared up at Johnny with big eyes. He started to move a little, then he gasped when he discovered the wire wrapped tight around his balls. He looked like he was hurting pretty bad at that point.

Johnny's voice sounded real cheerful as he said “I’m Bunny’s boyfriend. You remember Bunny, don’t you? The chick you just raped and beat up? She’s right there.”

Johnny lifted Franks head so he could look at me. Of course moving his neck made the wire tighten. Frank made a kind of squealing noise in response.
Frank realized he was in a real bad position and started getting whiny. “Oh geez...” Was all he managed to say.

Johnny didn’t mind doing the talking. “You know what really peeves me Frank? Guys that think they can stick their dicks in a chick anytime they feel like it without going through all the usual bullshit. You know the bullshit I'm referring to...the sweet words...the foreplay...all that crap. It's a pain in the ass, but if I wanna stick it to one of the little bitches, I play by the rules, even when I don't feel like it."

Johnny let go of Franks head and let it fall back down. Frank stared up at him not saying a word. Johnny motioned for me to come over there “Bunny, why don’t you sit your sweet ass down on Franks chest, I don’t think he’d mind.”
I knelt down right on top of Frank. My weight probably hurt with his wrists tied behind his back and all, but that wasn’t my problem. It actually felt kind of good to rest, and Frank was well padded.

Johnny went on “As I was saying Frank, it pisses me off to see guys taking what I have to work for. But what pisses me off even more, is when they take what belongs to me. You made a serious mistake tonite. You fucked with the wrong bitch. You fucked with MY BITCH!!!”

Johnny seemed like he was on fire all the sudden. He started shaking, and the veins popped out on the side of his neck. It was weird, him being so relaxed one minute and so crazy the next.

Johnny started screaming at him “LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER! LOOK AT HER FACE, MOTHERFUCKER!” Johnny grabbed Franks hair and jerked his head up hard, making Frank scream too.

I started shaking. Johnny was so mad it scared me.

Tears suddenly spilled out of Franks eyes. “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend buddy! Honest to God! I thought she was just a hooker!”

Suddenly Johnny was calm again, real calm and friendly sounding. “Well, as it happens, some of my best friends are hookers, buddy, and the thought of you fucking up one of them doesn’t make me too happy either.” It was freaky, watching him switch like that. Blind rage one second and then relaxed the next.

He rambled on cheerfully and slowly lowered Franks head again. “You know, I’ve spent my share of time in prison, and I’ve met lots of guys like you. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories about what happens to child molesters in prison, right?”

Johnny didn't wait for a reply, just kept talking “Well, most of the guys aren’t so sympathetic to grown women getting fucked against their will. But some are. I happen to be one of them. And me and a few like-minded buds, we started what you might call an ‘informal rehabilitation program’ for rapists. Can you guess how we rehabilitated them, Frank?"

I think Frank had a pretty good idea, but he didn’t want to give Johnny any ideas so he just said “Uhhhh.....no.”

“Well, we figured if those guys only knew how unpleasant rape was, maybe they’d stop doing it ya know? So three or four of us would catch the rapist in the shower and we’d all take turns fucking him.”

Frank winced and shut his eyes real tight.

Johnny went on “Now, we never did any fancy studies to see if those guys were rehabilitated once they were out of prison. But we did have a hell of a good time administering therapy.”

“Hey Frank, buddy, your following my story here, right?” Johnny jerked Franks head up hard, lifting his shoulders off the ground. I knew that wire must be cutting into his balls by now.

Frank yelped and his eyes flew open as he stuttered “Yes! Yes, Johnny, I’m listening.” Frank looked sick, and started swallowing a lot, like he might be ready to throw up any minute.

Johnny lowered his head again and said “Well Frank, I think that’s what I’m gonna to do you. I’m gonna fuck you.”

Frank eyes got real big and his voice turned panicky as he pleaded “Oh God, please don’t! Please don’t! I’m begging you...pleeaaaasseeeee....” He sounded really pathetic, I almost felt sorry for him.

Johnny answered with “Frank, I hate the thought of hurtin’ ya man, but, well, I gotta think of my girl here.”

I don’t know who was more shocked, Frank or me. I’d heard some of Johnny’s prison stories, so that part was old news. But I couldn’t imagine my Johnny fucking this red-neck up the ass.

No way.

I whispered “Johnny, you really gonna fuck this guy?”

Johnny stared at me and smiled. “Yeah baby, I am.”

Then I saw a bulge in Johnny’s jeans and knew he wasn't kidding. Johnny put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face close to his, kissing me hard. Even then, when everything was so weird, Johnny’s kiss melted me.

He let go of me and I sat back up, wondering what would happen next.

Johnny pulled his hunting knife from his belt and grabbed Frank’s hair tightly. I wondered what he was gonna do with the knife when suddenly he stuck the blade right into Franks eye!

Frank started squealing super loud. His eye must have hurt so bad he forgot all about the wire, cause he thrashed around a lot, almost throwing me off of him. Johnny drove the blade in deep, but not too deep. He moved it in a circle around the rim of Franks eye socket and then ‘pop’, he flicked Franks eyeball right out.

The eyeball just hung there, attached by nerves and stuff. It was really gross. Johnny grabbed it and stretched it some, then cut it free.

Frank kept screaming and I was shaking from excitement, but Johnny was real calm. After a little while Frank quieted down some, probably from shock.

Johnny raised himself to his knees, and unzipped his jeans, bringing out his gorgeous cock. He stroked it with his hand a couple of times, then moved over a little and sat to the side of Franks head. For the first time I started to figure out what Johnny was planning to do.

Johnny moved in close to Franks head, grabbing it with both hands, and moving it so his cock was at the entrance of the gaping, bloody hole.

When he began to slide his cock into Franks head I thought I was going to faint. Frank started screaming real loud again, and suddenly the whole scene seemed unbelievable.

Johnny rocked his cock back and forth slow. Franks body convulsed with every soft stroke. I watched Johnny’s hips rock as his cock moved just a tiny bit deeper each time.

Johnny usually likes sex a little rough. But every once in a while he fucks me real soft....and oh man....it’s soooooo good! Watching him skull-fuck Frank made me think about how it felt when Johnny did me slow and gentle like that.

I could feel myself getting wet, and I leaned over and kissed Johnny again. I put my hand down and felt the base of his thick cock as it slid back and forth, deeper and deeper. Frank’s screams had quieted down again, which was good cause I wanted to enjoy this special moment.

The feel of Johnny’s cock got me more excited. I slid my bloody hand under my skirt and started slowly massaging my clit.

He stared back at me and thrust himself deeper and deeper into Franks head. Franks skull could never take all of Johnny’s length, but Johnny was going to use every inch it offered. I moved my fingers faster and faster and watched as Johnny rolled his head back, whispering “Oh God...this is goooood!”

I murmured back “Yeah, it IS good....” And I meant it.

Frank was very quiet, but he was still convulsing a little with each thrust. It felt good, him twitching underneath me like that, especially cause his little jerks matched Johnny's movement exactly. I would have thought he'd be dead at this point, seeing as how Johnny's dick had turned a good part of his brain into mush. I guess the parts of his brain that contolled basic stuff like breathing and muscle twitches weren't damaged too bad.

Then Johnny said “Oh Geez....I’m gonna come”.

I whispered back “No....wait for me..please....”

He stopped moving and shuddered, holding back. His cock was going deep into the bloody hole now, and I was sure he must be hitting the far side of Franks skull. I stared into his face and rubbed my clit harder, leaning back and rocking my hips.

Johnny watched me, and when he saw I was getting close he started pounding again.

When I heard Johnny start to moan, his voice throaty and deep like it always is when he cums, that sent me over the edge. The orgasm was great. Beyond great. I shook for a long time afterwards.

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We dumped Franks body out in the desert for the animals, and wiped the truck clean of prints, dropping it off behind the bar.

We had to get started for New Orleans in the morning, so we went back to the motel and slept for a few hours then packed up and hit the road again.

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[Gogo]

Hey Sonya, that was great...I enjoyed it immensely.

[GorehoundLarry]

hi


FUCKING GREAT STORY.

i'm rating this 5 stars

[ec_nana]

Not bad.

[Sonya]

Gogo and Gorehoundlarry, thank you both for your kind words. I really appreciate the positive feedback (a decent story usually takes many hours to write and edit, so we are always so grateful for the tiniest praise).

Nana, thanks for the feedback.

[english rose]

loved it, please hurry up and write the next installment.

[Josue Alfonso]

What is wrong with you? A romantic rape? Don't you think loving is better...Have you ever kissed a woman with tenderness and passion? Romantic rape? you guys are sick.

[Sonya]

Thank you EnglishRose. I actually wrote that story about 10 years ago and there were 3 more parts. They were written specifically for snuff fans and designed to appeal to certain types of fetish such as hanging or abdominal knife wounds or rough femdom, so I do not know if they will appeal to the general UR audience.

Part II -- Johnny gets in a tight spot when a drug deal goes sour (knives/strangulation M/F/f).
http://www.blackplague.org/femmes/me...sonbunny2.html

Part III -- Bunny and Johnny hang out with a gangster friend (torture/hanging M/f/m).
http://www.blackplague.org/femmes/me...sonbunny3.html

Part IV -- Bunny gets trapped in disco hell with an obnoxious young punk (firearms/domination F/m).
http://www.blackplague.org/femmes/me...sonbunny4.html

[Nana Narcotic]

Originally Posted by Josue Alfonso

What is wrong with you? A romantic rape? Don't you think loving is better...Have you ever kissed a woman with tenderness and passion? Romantic rape? you guys are sick.

Don't like it? Then GTFO.

K, thanks.

Awesome story, Sonya, I quite enjoyed it.

[TickleMeHellNo]

Originally Posted by Josue Alfonso

What is wrong with you? A romantic rape? Don't you think loving is better...Have you ever kissed a woman with tenderness and passion? Romantic rape? you guys are sick.

Welp you know not to log back in now don't you? We won't miss you.



Sonya I thought the story was interesting and pretty good. Do you write often?

[Beard Rape]

Rape is always romantic.

[Sonya]

Thank you Nana Narcarotic.

TickleMeHellNo thank you too. I used to write back in the day, I was never the best, but i did manage to find some good snuff writers and post their stories, that was years ago though. I do not write anymore (unless a business email counts).

Beard Rape, well in this context it WAS romantic. The first rape not so much, but the skull rape did have a romantic element. If a man were to skull-fuck some guy in defense of my honor I would find it very romantic. I am sure I am not the only one (or maybe I am, whatever).

[GorehoundLarry]

i had an ex who had a rape fantasy.

long story short: we had some fun times.

[Dok Livsi]

Sonya Good stories.