It was early one Sunday morning, and Amber & I were enjoying the cool breeze coming through the bedroom window when she put down her book, tugged a wayward strand of her black hair behind her ear, & asked me the question that would end up changing both our lives.

"Is the thought of taking control sexually by force & not having it freely given more arousing?"

I studied her face for a moment, thinking this was some sort of test - a trick question. She's very clever that way.

"Well, lots of women have rape fantasies", I replied. "I've run across that plenty of times - Hell, Erin mentioned it one time early on."

Amber scowled at the mention of our one-time sub, my answer, or maybe both.

"That's not what I mean. I'm not talking about a top from the bottom roleplay fantasy, I mean real rape. Tears, terror in their eyes, forcing them to take it however you want to give it to them, like it or not".

My cock twitched beneath the sheet.

"Well, yeah" I responded in a tone that implied it was a rhetorical question. While the words were still in the air, her green eyes lit up with a devilish glee.

"Let's do it" she said excitedly.

I raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"I'm serious" she said. "Let's find someone we both like & make it happen... some uppity bitch who needs put in her place... maybe a cute little boytoy with a tight ass & a nice package that needs an attitude adjustment or a pair of lovebirds mooning at each other that makes us sick to our stomachs. Who knows, maybe all of them..."

I eyed her carefully before speaking. "What's brought this on?" I asked.

"I saw this woman at the gas station yesterday throwing a real fit, something about her credit card" Amber said as she closed her eyes & reached her hand between my legs & began teasing the head of my cock. "She was young, pretty, well dressed, nice car - but she still threw a tantrum the instant something didn't go her way. I'd have noticed her anyway, she looked that good, but as I watched her, I wanted to give her something to really cry about." She began to trace a finger down the length of my shaft. "I wanted to humiliate her... humble her... hurt her. The more I thought about it, the more graphic my thoughts of punishing her became, & the more turned on I got. Thinking about seeing her crying, begging into her gag, & leaving her a disheveled, violated mess had my panties soaked - & I haven't been able to get that out of my head".

Her nipples were as hard as I was by the time she finished speaking, & I rolled over & mounted her.

Afterwards, as soon as I'd caught my breath, I said "We don't want to get caught & the reason people do is because they're total idiots & don't think things through. This will take meticulous planning for every contingency & lots of preparation to pull this off - it'll be like a second job for both of us."

She lifted her head from my chest to look me in the eye. "Whatever it takes" she said determinedly.

I grinned back at her & kissed her forehead.


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The next few weeks were spent solely on general preparation, even though we didn't even have a victim in mind.

We accumulated everything we thought we'd need, spreading our purchases out over a five county area, always mixed them in among other, mundane items, & always paid in cash. I taught Amber how to defend herself, properly wield a taser, & took her to the firing range until we were both confident that she could handle herself if things turned into a worst case scenario.

So, we were ready to take the next step when Hannah crossed our path just after noon on a sunny Sunday, & as soon as I saw her, I knew she'd be our first.

We were stopped at a traffic light when she came walking out of the church that sat on a downtown corner a couple of towns over from where we lived. She was smiling, looking carefree, & what we had in store for her was probably the furthest thing from her mind at that moment. Hannah looked to be in her early to mid-20's & was taller than average, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", & had the sort of frame that either came from moderate exercise or a blessing of genetics. Her light brown hair hung to the shoulders of her pink floral dress, & the pink barrettes in her hair matched her kitten heels with their little bows on the toes.

"Be cool" I said to Amber, "but I see our victim walking down the steps in a pink flowered dress & white pantyhose."

"Oh, I like her" she purred. "She's cute, but put her in a sexier outfit & change her hair & she'd be gorgeous."

"I think she's ideal the way she is" I said as I drove to the next block & turned around in a nursing home driveway, "I see someone looking that sweet & innocent, I want to defile them."

"You're going to make me jealous" Amber said with a laugh, but I could tell by her tone that she was already ready to make Hannah suffer.

We ended up following Hannah's black Civic to a local coffeehouse, & as I watched her through the window sip her latte, play with her smartphone, & dangle her heel from her white nylon covered toe, Amber put the free wi-fi, one of our burner phones, & a prepaid credit card to use. Between the church's directory, Hannah's social media accounts, & some pay info sites, we knew all about her by the time she started driving home less than an hour later.

It must've been fate, because we couldn't have found a more perfect first victim.

Hannah lived by herself in a split level house that sat at the end of a cul-de-sac that butted up against an undeveloped wooded area on the edge of town. One of her neighbors was a divorced over-the-road truck driver who lived alone, the house to the other side had just been foreclosed & was empty, with grass nearly as tall as my knee. She also didn't have an alarm system.

We discovered she kept a very regular routine: she worked a set schedule as a customer service representative for a local manufacturing company Monday thru Friday, dinner with her parents folllowed by Bible study Wednesday nights, errands on Saturday, breakfast & church on Sunday with her parents, dinner with grandma on Sunday.

Better yet, Hannah's friends were all people from the church or people she'd gone to school with, many of whom had moved away. She didn't go out after work or in the evenings, never entertained in the weeks we surveiled her, & wasn't dating either.

After a almost a month of stalking Hannah, Amber was chomping at the bit to strike... almost as much a I was.


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On a Wednesday night, we were waiting in Hannah's house in nervous anticipation for her to return from her church group. As we heard the garage door open, I kissed Amber, gave everything one final check, & slowed my breathing.

We hadn't even had to break in - she'd conveniently left a key under a flowerpot on the back porch.

We'd leisurely perused her home during the hour or so we waited from dusk until Hannah arrived, securing & preparing the rooms we'd violate her in, removing any potential hazards, & rifling through drawers, finding nothing more interesting than a small vibrator.

As soon as Hannah walked through the door from the garage into her basement we pounced, just like we'd practiced. I grabbed her from behind, my right hand covering her mouth, my left arm wrapped around her, pinning her left arm to her side, & I lifted her to the point where only the tips of the toes of her shoes were still touching the floor. Her right hand flew up to grab my wrist to try to pull my hand away from her mouth & she was shrieking into my hand until Amber put the muzzle of the pistol to her temple.

"Shut the fuck up & simmer down right the fuck now unless you want to die" I hissed into her ear. Hannah's shrieks turned into a whimper & I could feel her trembling & breathing rapidly as I held her.

"Here's how this is going to work" I growled, "you do exactly what you're told like a good little girl, you walk away from this, but if you try anything stupid like trying to fight us, run, or not comply..." I laughed evilly. "Then whoever finds you will find your corpse a bloody mess. Am I clear?"

Hannah shuddered, then sobbed into my hand as she nodded meekly.

"Now, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth & you're not going to make a peep as my associate here tapes your mouth, are you?"

Hannah quivered & sobbed quietly as she shook her head in quick jerks side to side. Amber told me later that Hannah shed her first tear after the second strip of tape covered her mouth.

I wrenched Hannah's arm behind her into a hammerlock, & as I marched her into the center of her basement living room, Amber flipped on the light & she got a good look st both of us for the first time - dressed all in black, ski masks, & non stick surgical gloves. She was still shaking as I walked back to Amber, both of us blocking the exits, the only window was a large, thick glass block one that she'd have needed a sledgehammer & some time to bust through.

I raised my pistol & pointed it at her sideways like some ghetto thug. "Strip", I ordered.

Hannah's eyes grew momentarily wide, & she tried her best to stifle what I can best describe as a whining plea before it got her shot. She started sobbing as she began to slip out of her dress, but when she looked up & saw Amber recording things on the small camcorder, she couldn't contain it any more & burst into a full cry. She'd smeared her mascara & her nose was starting to run by the time she got her dress off & stood before us in her black bra & pantyhose, trying to shield herself & maintain some degree of modesty.

Amber shoved the video camera into my hands, marched right over to Hannah, & slapped her face. "Hands on your head, & don't you dare try to cover yourself again" she ordered. She unbuttoned Hannah's bra & tugged the cups up over her tits, exposing them to me, & began to manhandle them. "Nice tits" she cooed, before yanking the bra up & off of Hannah & throwing it to the floor.

She began manhandling her tits, a nice 34C, roughly thumbing the nipple of one as she slapped the other while thrusting her pelvis against Hannah's ass. When she asked her "When was the last time you got fucked, bitch?", Hannah burst into tears, bawling & whaling something unintelligible into her gag as she trembled in Amber's hands. One of Amber's hands snaked to Hannah's throat, choking her.

"Are you trying to say you're too good for us?" Amber howled into her ear. Hannah's hands started to leave her head, but she looked at me holding the gun on her, thought better of it, & shook her head no as best she could while being choked.

I laughed. "Let's get her upstairs" I said, "tie her hands".

Amber put Hannah's palms together in front of her & used a pair or cable ties to secure them thightly. She grabbed a fistful of her hair, & the three of us marched upstairs to Hannah's bedroom; Hannah sobbed the whole way. When we reached the bedroom, Amber cut the thin fabric on the hips of Hannah's black panties & ripped them off of her, leaving her only in her black pantyhose.

Amber tossed her on the bed, drug her by the hair until she was sitting upright, then reached into the drawer of the nightstand, grabbed Hannah's vibrator, & shoved it in her hands before ordering "Get yourself wet for him".

Hannah's eyes welled with tears & grew wide. I adjusted the zoom on the camera in to get her entire body tightly framed.

"Don't act like you don't know how to use this, slut" Amber cooed in her ear as she slapped Hannah's tit hard, "get yourself wet for the fucking you've waited your whole life for".

When Hannah hesitated, Amber wrenched her legs apart, tore the crotch of her pantyhose, shoved Hannah's hands between her legs, flipped her toy on, & began guiding it & her hands over her snatch.

"You look like a little priss, but I bet you grind your cunt on this every night like a whore" Amber purred. Hannah sobbed harder, mascara & snot running down her face as her toy buzzed between her legs.

My hard cock strained against my pants as I walked closer & began running my hand up Hannah's nylon covered leg.

Amber's hands left Hannah's & she cupped one of her breasts & began sucking a nipple. Hannah got lethargic with the vibrator immediately.

"Fuck this" I said as I grabbed Hannah's bound wrists, "get out another tie". Amber left her tit, reached down into her bag on the floor beside the bed, & pulled out two. She lashed one to a rail of the brass headboard, then used the other to attach the one on Hannah's wrists to the one on the headboard snugly, securing her wrists over her head.

"I'm going to make you cum harder getting raped than you ever have" I said with a smirk as I put Hannah's vibe directly on her clit & turned in on high.

Amber was watching closely as she stripped down beside us, & I could tell as soon as she tugged her pants down how turned on she was - almost as much as I was. When she was naked other than her ski mask & gloves, she leaned into Hannah's face, their noses almost touching.

"Have you ever eaten pussy?" she snarled. "I'm going to take that tape off your mouth, & you're going to be the best little cunt licker I've ever had until I'm done riding your face or you're going to regret it - understand?". I could hear Hannah sob something unintelligible into her gag.

As Amber ripped the tape from Hannah's mouth & mounted her, I shoved the vibrator in her snatch before practically ripping my own clothes off. While I was putting on the condom, Amber began grinding her twat on Hannah. "Lick, you dumb bitch", she admonished.

Amber was just starting to moan slightly as I climbed between Hannah's legs. I grabbed Hannah's ankles & shoved them towards Amber; she wrapped her arms around them tightly & held them to her chest.

I yanked the vibe from Hannah's snatch, flipped it off, & set it aside. I leaned in & kissed Amber passionately as I thrust into Hannah & began raping her.