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Archive-name: Violent/bridrape.txt
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Archive-author: Mark E. Dassad
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Archive-title: Rape of the Bride
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(C) 1992 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed
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un-edited and un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT
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ONLY with this notice intact. The author reserves the right
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to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. Any
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other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a
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dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,
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but only if you send me corrections.
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+++++++ It's not about violence, it's not about sex. +++++++
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+++++++++++++++ It's about violent sex. +++++++++++++++
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Big round fat slick shiny hot hard swaying
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magnetically pulled toward the pale clump
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of hair at her crotch his knees
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push between her legs stepping forward he
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cannot speak breathing heavily clawing her
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breasts he pushes her back and downward
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landing on her prone form petticoats rustling
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crushed wedding gown pulled upward his hands
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tear at her panties as she lies mutely crushed
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beneath his weight he presses his lips to hers to
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stifle the screams swelling in her breast as the
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horrible burning grows from between her legs to
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spread in her belly as the monstrous... "thing"
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forces its way into her virginal channel
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unleashing a steady flow of
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blood, to coat and lubricate
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the intruder
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between her legs
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she cannot catch the rhythm
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of the monster slamming into her
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again
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and again
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and again
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She stops wondering WHEN it will stop and begins
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to wonder IF it will stop he has managed to rip the
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front of the dress revealing her breasts now
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biting the small hard nipples his tongue having left
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the warm channel of her throat she is at last able
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to release the sounds of terror as the monster
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batters mercilessly at the entrance of her womb he
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thrusts more violently yet, over and over, his penis
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drives insistently into her stretching her spanking
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new cunt painfully wide; Afraid she will split in two
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she feels an unfamiliar wetness inside her belly and
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for a moment she is afraid he really has split her open and
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her insides are spilling out from "down there" at last
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his battering ram is removed from inside her, gleaming
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red with her blood and his cum that she mistook
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for her entrails he leans back on his heels between her
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legs there on the floor of their honeymoon suite
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and eyes her lovingly, lustfully, watching his
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cum and the evidence of her virtue dribble
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pink and sticky from between her painfully swollen
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lips to stain the ruined remains
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of her mother's wedding gown as
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she lays unmoving, legs spread, vagina exposed,
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hands pulled up protectively against
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her aching, mauled breasts.
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"OH Baby you're so sexy I'm so glad we waited till we were
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married I wish this night could last forever let's go shower
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I'm already wanting you again I always wanted to do it in
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the shower. . ."
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