Archive-name: Violent/bridrape.txt
Archive-author: Mark E. Dassad
Archive-title: Rape of the Bride

(C) 1992  Mark E. Dassad.    May be reproduced and  redistributed
    un-edited and  un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT
    ONLY  with this notice intact.  The author reserves the right
    to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected.  Any
    other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a
    dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,
    but only if you send me corrections.

    +++++++  It's not about violence, it's not about sex.  +++++++
    +++++++++++++++    It's about violent sex.     +++++++++++++++


    Big round fat slick shiny hot hard swaying
    magnetically pulled toward the pale clump
    of hair at her crotch his knees
    push between her legs stepping forward he
    cannot speak breathing heavily clawing her
    breasts he pushes her back and downward
    landing on her prone form petticoats rustling
    crushed wedding gown pulled upward his hands
    tear at her panties as she lies mutely crushed
    beneath his weight he presses his lips to hers to
    stifle the screams swelling in her breast as the
    horrible burning grows from between her legs to
    spread in her belly as the monstrous... "thing"
    forces its way into her virginal channel
    unleashing a steady flow of
    blood, to coat and lubricate
    the intruder
    between her legs
    she cannot catch the rhythm
    of the monster slamming into her
    
    again
    
    and again
    
    and again
    
    She stops wondering WHEN it will stop and begins 
    to wonder IF it will stop he has managed to rip the 
    front of the dress revealing her breasts now
    biting the small hard nipples his tongue having left
    the warm channel of her throat she is at last able
    to release the sounds of terror as the monster
    batters mercilessly at the entrance of her womb he
    thrusts more violently yet, over and over, his penis
    drives insistently into her stretching her spanking 
    new cunt painfully wide; Afraid she will split in two
    she feels an unfamiliar wetness inside her belly and 
    for a moment she is afraid he really has split her open and 
    her insides are spilling out from "down there" at last 
    his battering ram is removed from inside her, gleaming 
    red with her blood and his cum that she mistook
    for her entrails he leans back on his heels between her
    legs there on the floor of their honeymoon suite
    and eyes her lovingly, lustfully, watching his
    cum and the evidence of her virtue dribble
    pink and sticky from between her painfully swollen 
    lips to stain the ruined remains 
    of her mother's wedding gown as
    she lays unmoving, legs spread, vagina exposed,
    hands pulled up protectively against 
    her aching, mauled breasts.
    
    "OH Baby you're so sexy I'm so glad we waited till we were 
    married I wish this night could last forever let's go shower 
    I'm already wanting you again I always wanted to do it in 
    the shower. . ."

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