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There was blood streaming down her chest as he banged away inside of her with his semi-rigid cock. He yanked his cock out and smeared his seed and her juices on her pussy lips for Tara and me to see. Bravo. Finsihed with her now, he got off of her and left her swollen and bleeding on the floor. He let Tara and I out of our bondage. We got dressed and put the chairs back where they went. Robert cut the blond loose of her ties. "I know you will want to call the cops," he said, "but don't. If you do, I will be back. Next time I'll cut your tits off and make you eat them before I fuck you. Do you understand me?" She was still gagged so she shook her head no, apparently agreeing not to call the cops, but who knows? Anyway, Robert didn't want to stick around and sign a contract or something with her. He had delivered his message. We took a quick look around for stray clothing and got the hell out of there. In America, at least 75% and probably more rapes are never reported. Rapes by strangers are more commonly reported than are date or acquaintance rapes and they are also the most rare. It is hard to find a suspect in a stranger rape even if you have a lot of evidence like pubic hairs, semen, and an artist's sketch. Robert doesn't think he's been reported. There has never been a report published in the paper that I have seen, even in the crime blotter section. It makes him horribly smug and extremely dangerous. Back in the car Tara was so excited she almost wet her pants. "That was incredible!" Tara gushed. The bitch wore a bright smile and her perky little nipples were visible under her top. "Didn't Robert tell you not to talk?" I was trying to remind him now that the stupid bitch was the one that broke the no talking rule. She had spoken in the apartment, I hadn't, and I hoped he realized that. "She was terrified! God, she peed her pants!" Tara gave us a recap like we hadn't been there. "And when you socked her, wham! It was awesome!" "Save it," I told her. Again we rode in silence. He took us back to his place. Once inside we opened a bottle of wine and kicked back in the living room, Tara and I on the couch, Robert in the recliner. It was clear that Tara didn't want me there and she obviously wanted to ask about my relationship with Robert. Having just seen him rape and stab an innocent woman, however, she was being careful with him. I gave her some points for not being a complete imbecile. "Molly gets really hot," Robert told Tara, humiliating me, "she usually needs a good hard fucking after a session like that." "Maybe she should go see her boyfriend," Tara, who obviously needed a good, hard fucking herself remarked. She eyed me coolly, her expression saying, get the hint, bitch? Leave. She just wanted time with him but I needed time alone with Robert. I wasn't going to try to explain it to her, the cunt. "Will you give me a ride home?" I asked him. At first he smiled at me then he stood up. "More wine, Tara," he wasn't asking; he sort of told her. "Sure." He poured more for her. They smiled at each other. He poured nothing for me. He looked at me with hard eyes. "Stand up," he commanded me. "At home," I pleaded, "please, Robert?" "Stand up." I stood. Tara looked very confused. Robert pulled me by the arm around the end of the couch next to where Tara sat. I started to cry but I was getting so fucking hot and the son of a bitch knew it, too. I needed his cock in me so badly I was getting ready to beg for it. "What's going on?" Tara obviously sensed something crazy was happening. "Just watch," Robert replied. Then to me he said, "Open your pants." "Robert?" "Do it now." "Please?" I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He pushed on my upper back and I lowered my head over the arm of the couch with my face right next to Tara's lap. "Wow," she breathed. I felt so humiliated. It was bad enough he enjoyed doing this to me but displaying my humiliation for his new girlfriend crossed the line. He tugged my jeans down to my knees.

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