The Intruder

Rape sex stories: The Intruder. Author: LaceyChains. The story is including: Dark Fantasy, Black, Cruelty, Latina, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Violence, Written by women genres.

Rape sex stories: The Intruder

Author: LaceyChains

A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain that fell from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills.

I hated being alone on a night like that. My boyfriend, Carlos, should have been home with me. But, like so many nights before, he was out late with no call or explanation. Being a gang-banger and a dealer of Meth, he wasn’t the kind of man who was used to accounting for his time. Not to his friends and certainly not to his girl.

Time slowly ticked by while the fury of the storm raged on. The icy cold seeped into my room but I managed to stay warm in my nightshirt under the thick covers of my bed. Sometime during that night, and in spite my unease, I managed to fall into a light and fitful sleep.

Unsettling dreams of some forgotten terror made my slumber anything but peaceful. I tossed and turned as I fled some unseen danger until, at some later hour, something woke me with a dreadful and sudden start.

I wasn’t sure what caused the sound that interrupted my slumber. I only knew it was out of place in the depths of the night. By the time my senses returned, the house was deathly quiet again. I told myself it had just been the thunder, but something in my belly wouldn’t let me truly believe it.

I checked the bedside clock only to find it as dark as the night beyond my window. The storm had knocked the power out and even the lights outside denied me their comforting glow. Fear knotted in my belly and the chill that came over me had little to do with the cold.

Desperately, I called out “Carlos? Is that you, babe?” hoping it was his return that so disturbed the night. My trembling voice sounded loud in my ears, but my calls died out unanswered in the hall beyond the bedroom door. It seamed an unearthly quiet was settling around me, as if the night itself was holding its breath.

The flesh on the back of my neck began to crawl as my eyes searched the darkness for any sign of something amiss. I listened intently, but only the ongoing sound of the rain spattering on the sill penetrated the sanctity of my room.

It was then I caught the scent. It was a musky odor mixed with sweat and a hint of wet leather. It was the unmistakable smell of a man and my heart began to pound as my fear turned to panic!

Instinctively, I fumbled with the light but it refused to come. Not understanding the cause, my clumsy efforts continued until the lamp to fall from the bedside table.

The resulting crash and the unmistakable sound of shattering glass sent bolts of terror racing though my already frayed nerves. I searched for my phone but it too must have fallen and was nowhere to be found. A deep helplessness filled my breast and I huddled deeper into my covers, feeling very much like a little girl hiding from the unseen menace of the bogey man.

“Hello?” I called again, this time more softly, as if I actually feared the response. “Is there somebody there?” Again, my words were sucked away and nothing but silence remained.

Seconds ticked by and I was building the courage to rise from my bed when a great clap of thunder shattered the night. For an instant, the lightning flash filled the room with incandescent light, revealing the unmistakable form of a man standing just inside my bedroom door!

The flash lasted only a moment but his image was burned so deeply into my retina the he seemed to glow even after the darkness returned. I was stunned as the reality of what I saw sank in. He was tall and black and his mere presence in my home carried a dreadful and unspoken threat. My heart jumped into my throat and I was drawing a breath to scream for help when he took the few steps he needed to cross the room. To my horror, he slapped a gloved hand hard over my mouth.

“Don’t scream, bitch!” he hissed darkly. “This shit is going to be a whole lot easier on you if you don’t scream. Do what I tell you and everything will be everything, you understand?”

His eyes were cold and menacing and held my gaze despite my desire to flee. Paralyzed by fear and held tightly in his strong hands, I nodded quickly, accepting his command.

The smell of his wet glove sank into my mind and made me want to wretch. I clasped his hand in mine and tried to pull it away. He was far too strong and I gained no freedom from my effort. My attempt to fight him off only angered him and a moment later he pulled his hand back and slapped me hard across my face. Pain exploded in my head and I was left reeling from the blow. I cried out and fell back hard into my bed.

I hadn’t even seen his hand coming and its impact caused stars to flash in my eyes, stunning me to my core. I was overwhelmed by pain and confusion and hot tears instantly began flowing down my cheek. In that horrifying moment I thought I would surely die at this man’s brutal hand.

Having nowhere else to go, I coward back into my bed. My belly swelled with fear and a desperate whine escaped my lips. At any moment, I expected to feel him on my body, but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright on the bed.

“Where is it?” he demanded harshly. “Where is the Meth! Don’t you dare tell me it isn’t here!”

‘The meth! He wants Carlos’s drugs!’ In that second, it all began to make sense. Whoever this was, he didn’t want me, he wanted the Crystal Carlos had been dealing.

I knew how valuable it was of course, just as I knew there was over twelve thousand dollars in cash with it. It was everything we had in the world and the thought of losing it all was almost as horrifying as being assaulted in the middle of the night. I shook my head, fearfully telling him “I don’t know where it is! I swear, Carlos took it with him!”

I was crying in desperation and my tears flooded down my face. I was sure that my life was either going to be destroyed or simply snuffed out like a match in the wind. Worse still, I knew there would be no one to save me from my fate.

The man’s lips drew thin and he growled angrily as he shook me hard. Then I saw the shadowy but unmistakable silhouette of a long knife appear before my eyes.

“This ain’t about you, bitch. You tell me where the drugs are and you don’t have to bleed tonight! Your boy been selling his shit in my hood and this is the price of his disrespect. He took my sales and now it’s payback time. So I’m gonna ask you one more time, bitch, where are the drugs!”

Wide eyed in terror, I watched as the moonlight glinted of the razor-edge of that blade as it slowly moved closer to my face. I knew how thoroughly screwed I was. With a kilo of Meth in the house, Carlos and I would do as much time in prison for dealing as this man would do for stealing it. Calling for help was out of the question. There was nothing left for me to do.

“It’s– it’s under the bottom drawer of the dresser.” I finally told him, sobbing uncontrollably. “Go ahead and take it, just pleeease, don’t cut me!”

“Under the dresser, is it?” he snarled and pulled the knife away. “Fine, don’t fuckin’ move and you might get through this alive. I’m telling you right now, bitch, if it ain’t there, you are gonna feel pain like you never even dreamed of!”

Pushing me back into the bed, he stepped away. A moment later the bright, directed beam of his Maglight came to life and I watched in a twisted blend of horrors as he pulled the drawer out and dumped it on the floor.

When he reached into the opening, I was torn between my desire to live and my need for that stash of cash and drugs. When he removed the plastic wrapped bundles and dropped them into his bag, I felt as violated and defeated as I had when he first appeared in my room.

Bitterness and anger overwhelmed my fear and I shrieked at him, “You have what you wanted, you bastard! That’s everything we have. Now, get out of my house and leave me alone!”

When he calmly zipped the duffle closed, I actually thought he might. But then, he turned the light around and let it slowly play up and down my body.

“I would,” he said with what might have been a touch of regret. “But I ain’t done yet. Carlos violated my home and now, I got to violate his. I know it ain’t gonna make you feel any better about what I’m about to do to you, but this really ain’t as personal as its gonna feel. Still, it don’t hurt that you are so fucking sexy.”

‘Oh, my God! He’s going to rape me!’ my mind screamed. ‘This can’t be happening!’ I could almost feel his eyes burning into me as the light traveled over my body and I did my best to hide myself under the sheets.

I swear, he just chuckled softly as he watched me squirm. “That ain’t gonna help, girl. Besides, I think you’re gonna love your first taste of black cock.” Then, with one strong hand, he began pulling the covers toward the foot of the bed.

‘No, please!’ I whimpered as my feeble grip on those sheets failed and I watched in horror as my bare legs became exposed to his view. My heart was heaving in my chest as the dreadful reality of his assault became clear.

I was trapped on my own bed with a man bent on taking me by force, unable to even scream for help. My mouth grew dry and a shudder past through me as he sat the light down onto the carpeted floor. The beam rose from below him, casting chaotic and unearthly shadows over the room as he slowly unbuckled his pants. The threatening sound of his zipper coming down filled me with terror. Yet with it came an unwelcome longing and the first hint of moisture appeared between my clenched and trembling thighs.

I knew what it was. The fear was affecting me as it always did, arousing me at time when I should have been repulsed.

Once unbuckled, his jeans dropped from his hips, exposing the long shape of his cock. Calmly, as if I wasn’t even there, he took his member into his hand and stroked it until it stood, ridged and proud.

‘Oh fuck! He’s huge!’ was my first thought at seeing it and more tears began running down my cheeks. He was so hard that I knew he’d have no trouble getting that monster into me. “Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this to me!” I pleaded, but he just shook his head.

“What’s got to be has got to be, girl. One way or the other you are going to get fucked, the only question is, how many bruises do you get along the way?” He pulled off his shirt, revealing his dark and powerfully muscled chest.

An uncontrolled desire rose in my throat as I gazed upon his body. He looked chiseled from a block of pure ebony. He was strong and so beautiful, yet underneath his physical perfection, hid a monster intent on raping me. Even if it meant beating me into submission. Despite his intimidating presence, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening to me. Not until he reached out and grabbed me by my ankle. When I felt the steel in his grip, it all became very real.

“Noo!” I screamed as panic seized me! I kicked at him and tried to drive him away, but my feeble blows were nothing to him. His grip never wavered and with a quick pull, I was drawn, flat on my back, to the middle of the bed. His hands slid up my legs and I gasped in fear as his fingers slipped under the slim hem of my panties.

“No, please, please don’t hurt me!” I screamed again, and I writhed on the bed in a useless attempt to resist. Swatting my hands aside, he manhandled me with ease and laughed with evil intent as he pulled my panties down my thighs. I kicked and tried to roll away but with a single hand on my belly, he pinned me to the bed. In an instant later, the only meager protection I had was cast into the darkness of the shadowed floor.

“You have great fuckin’ legs, girl.” he rasped. “I bet your pussy is gonna feel nice and tight around my cock.” Climbing over my prone body, he rose like a bull over me.

“No! Get off of me, please, please… You can’t do this!” I scream in desperation and beat on his chest, trying with all my strength to drive him away. At some point, I must have hurt him because, with a snarling growl, he grabbed my throat and squeezed hard, cutting off my breath.

“That fuckin hurt, you bitch! You’re a fighter and I like that, but it ain’t gonna do you any good. In the end, no matter how hard you fight, you are still gonna get fucked. Accept it and settle the fuck down or I’ll twist your Goddamn head off!”

My eyes watered with stress and tears and I tried to respond, to beg him to stop, but my words were caught in his strangling grasp on my throat. I could only gurgle and wheeze while my consciousness began to dim.

With his grip on my neck and the heavy weight of his body over me, I could barely move. His skin felt incredibly hot on mine and I soon realized that he was grinding the iron hard shape of his massive cock into my belly.

As my breath began to fail, he shifted his body and forced his knees between my clenching thighs. I struggled hard to keep him from laying in my saddle, but his grip on my throat was unrelenting and the weight of his body was impossible for me to resist.

My legs parted under the stress and his knees dropped between my thighs. With a satisfied growl, he pried me open and used one hand to draw my knee up and away from his hip. He had me where he wanted and only then did he release his hold on my throat.

My head was spinning and I coughed spittle as I drew my ragged breath. My heart was thrumming madly in my chest and a cold sweat covered my skin. In that moment, while I was trying to clear my head, he guided his cock to the moistened entrance to my womanhood.

“No, no, please! You can’t do this to me!” I begged. “I can’t be raped like this. Oh God, this can’t be happening!” Refusing to believe it was really happening, I whined and cried as my feeble struggles finally failed. A cold bolt of horror gripped my heart as he began smearing his thick head against my rapidly moistening mound.

The sensation felt like liquid heat on my cunt as he slid his cock over my lips. For several long moments he tortured me with dreadful anticipation. I felt my fluids leaking out and spreading like hot oil over my sex and all around his turgid head. With an evil laugh, he flipped his heavy organ up and slapped it down heard onto my clit. I jumped in surprise as the unwelcome contact sent shockwaves racing through me. It felt so heavy and thick on my body that the thought of him brutally shoving into me filled me with dread. “Noo, please, I’m begging you!” I cried even as my hips began rolling under him.

“Go ahead, bitch. Beg me to stop.” He growled. “That shit just makes me harder. I can’t wait to fuck you now.” He was grinding his shaft over my clit, probably trying to get me wet.

God, if he only knew. I was already dripping with my juices and I mentally cursed my body for not instinctively knowing what a rape actually was. I was responding like a slut in heat and I felt humiliated by the thought of him realizing what he was doing to me.

When he guided the spongy cock-head lower and found the soft depression that marked my entry, he took a breath and then slammed into me hard.

“Ahhh, fucck!” I yelled as his massive tool forced its way into my channel. Even as wet as I was, the force of his thrust hurt like hell and I instinctively clutched his body as I steadied myself against the power of his thrust.

I can only assume I wasn’t the first girl he’d forced himself on and a look of surprise appeared on his face as his cock slid deeply into me. “Goddamn, look how fucking wet you are. Holy shit, girl! You love this shit, don’t you?”

Shame and pain mixed with the growing heat of pleasure his movements were giving me and I turned my head away, too ashamed to meet his gaze. His grip on my body grew tighter and he began fucking me deeply with long, hard strokes.

All my fight was gone and I lay still as he drilled into me. My legs hooked his and my hands found his arms as I held on for dear life.

I couldn’t believe how big he felt! He was like a ten-inch spike pounding into me over and over again! I felt his head forcing me open and slamming into my cervix. The pain of his thrust and the pleasure of being so thoroughly stretched made my head swim and I could only hold on while he made good on his promise to take me as his own.

I was being raped in my own bed. Fucked hard by a man I didn’t know for reasons I had nothing to do with. I was helpless under him and could only accept his cock into my body. The same would be true for his cum, I knew. He wouldn’t pull out until he emptied his balls into my womb and I could do nothing but accept that as the fact it was. When his large hands slid up under my shirt and found my breasts, I surrendered completely.

“Unhhh… Yes, fuck me harder.” The words came out on their own, as if someone else had uttered them. The big man stopped and gazed down at me in surprise. Then he kissed me as tenderly as any man ever had.

“That’s better, girlfriend, that’s better. Don’t fight me. Just relax and let it happen. Let my big black cock do what it does and you’ll love it. I’m gonna fuck you deeper than you’ve ever been fucked in your life and you are going to love it.” With that, he pulled out of my body and his thick lips found my protruding nipples.

“OHhh, Fuck yes, suck me, suck my titties just like that,” My mind reeled in confusion and I grasped at the pleasure like a lifeline. Soon, I was moaning under him as he feasted on my breasts. He sucked and bit them painfully, yet I arched upward toward his mouth. My hand shelf his head to my body, as I nursed my attacker like he was a small child. I was drifting in torrid heat when he spun me over and dragged me up to my knees.

I gasped at suddenly being turned over but when I felt that apple-sized knob pressing into me again I just whimpered and pushed back. I couldn’t believe how completely he filled me. My pussy stretched and gripped him so tightly I could feel every contour of his cock. His thighs felt hard and hot as they slapped into the back of mine and he held my hips so tightly I could feel his fingers digging into my skin.

I was panting with lust by then. The pain and humiliation of being raped was washed away in the utter lewdness of the act. I was completely aware that I didn’t even know his name, yet I was being thoroughly owned by him.

He too, was aware of his dominance over me. “You are mine now, girlfriend.” he told me. “You may fuck that boyfriend of yours, but he is never gonna give it to you like this.” His thrusts became harder as he said it, driving me deeply into the bed with his strength. I must have lost my mind, because without think, I brought my hand up between my thighs and started rubbing my clit hard, hoping I could come before he finished with me.

It was close, as it turned out. My belly burned and contracted as I clenched hard on his thick shaft. Then my pussy gushed with hot fluid as my orgasm exploded into me. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled in surprise, “I’m coming, oh fuck me! I’m coming!”

A moment later I felt him slam deep into my body and his cock throbbed as his hot seed filled me up from the deepest recesses of my cunt. He held it inside me, pumping with short stabbing thrusts as he emptied his balls inside my womb. Only when he began to soften did he pull out and lay heavily over my exhausted body.

“You are one helluva a good fuck, girlfriend. I should tell everyone I had you, but won’t. You’ve earned that much, at least. You can tell your boy that Rooftop took his shit and fucked you in his bed, or you can leave that last part out. Whatever you do though, tell him, to stay the fuck out of my ‘hood.”

Without another word, Rooftop dressed and got ready to leave. I just laid naked under the sheet and watched him gol. Just before he left, he hesitated and then pulled out the money he’d stolen from us and threw it on the bed.

“Your guy is a loser, girlfriend. You do know he’s fucking some other girl tonight, don’t you? Fucking some other bitch while you get raped for his stupidity. Deep down, you gotta know it’s true.

I just blinked, not knowing what to say, but he saw the belief in my eyes.

He nodded to me in agreement. “I’ll tell you something else. He’s gonna get himself killed soon and who knows what else will happen to you. Take this money and get in your car. Leave while you can. I like you, babe, but if I have to come back, I won’t be so gentle.”

With that, Rooftop left me, fucked, sore and naked on my bed. I fingered the cash while I thought about his words. Twenty minutes later, I was in my car and on my way out of town.

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Real and raw, super hot story. Believable set up and characters, better imagery and style than 90% of erotica.

LOVED IT ; )

Keep writing, LaceyChains!

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