Who's Getting Raped Here?
By Jake



It was a particularly dark night, during a new moon on a very cloudy night.
Only the occasional blast of heat lightning off in the distance lit the sky
and the landscape. It wasn't really the best time to be outside, but some
people don't think about such things. Caitlyn was one of those people. She had
pulled on her sweatpants and tank top like she did every night and went out
for a run.

Caitlyn was not the most attractive girl in the world, but she was not ugly at
all. Most people would probably consider her average. The two things that made
her really stand out were her red hair and her height. It was incredibly lush
and thick, hanging halfway down her back. She was also just below six feet
tall. But she was fairly chubby and that kept most of the boys at bay. She ran
every night, and she was losing weight, but she was far from being happy with
her body.

As she ran the trail around the college campus, on the fringes of the light
provided by lamp posts, a middle aged man watched with great interest. It
didn't really matter to him that she wasn't the prettiest thing ever to run
the trail. What did matter was that she was running all alone a long way away
from any cops, who generally kept to the other side of campus because that was
where the dorms were, and that he knew he could overpower her. Ten years in
the prison gym had changed him from a tall scrawny con artist into a
dangerously powerful man.

He smiled as he watched her coming closer to where he was hiding. He'd watched
her run two laps, letting her tire herself out before he made his move. She
was sweaty and breathing hard, totally concentrated on the trail in front of
her. He was hiding behind a large bush and waited until she was about three
feet away from him. He stepped out in front of her, grabbed her before she
even saw him, and pulled her behind the bush like she didn't weigh anything at
all.

She tried to scream, but he was definitely good at this kind of thing. One of
his large hands closed over her mouth as the other punched her in the stomach.
Tears came to her eyes from the power of the hit. She very temporarily saw
stars in front of her and that hesitation was all the time he needed to pull
her sweatpants down. He had been prepared for this, his penis already exposed
and ready for some action. Still holding her mouth closed with his left hand,
he ripped her panties off with his right and pushed his dick into her. He
giggled a little when he felt a familiar sensation. "Virgin, huh?"

The rapist had however placed himself in a position in which he would regret.

Caitlyn's eyes rolled back in her head. Despite the fact that she was being
raped, she couldn't help but enjoy the amazing feeling provided by his thick
cock pumping in and out of her. She felt a warmth spreading through her the
more he pumped, traveling in waves. Each wave of heat made her moan deeply.

Caitlyn had been dealing for the past year with something that no one had ever
dealt with before. She was not the only person that occupied her mind, but
that wasn't what made her situation so unique. There was another voice that
had been there, always whispering to her, always tempting her. But she never
let the voice take control. It was her body and she had full power over it.
However, now that her very first orgasm struck her, she lost total control of
her mind, and the other inhabitant saw her chance to do something that she'd
wanted to do for a long time.

Caitlyn's family lineage ran back to a very ancient and totally extinct race.
Some would call the women of that race Amazons, but that would not be the
proper name. Her ancestors had resided in northern Europe before the Romans
ever stepped foot there. They had mostly died off because of a virus that had
struck during one winter. Only one woman survived of this race. All the men,
the weaker of the tribe, had died with the women, so the one survivor had
slowly wandered south until she made her way to Gaul. She married there and so
the bloodline of the race of powerful fire-headed women, had descended. The
power inherent to those of that line was a very recessive gene, mostly
appearing in men, where it was totally worthless.

The gene had appeared in Caitlyn however, and it was shown by her red hair,
which no one in her family had. Along with the red hair had come a voice in
her head when she turned twenty, which was the age of adulthood in the ancient
race. The voice was of that one woman who had survived the epidemic
twenty-five centuries before. She had been one of the most powerful women, and
was the leader of the tribal army because of her strength. She often whispered
to Caitlyn at night that she could have this power. All she had to do was give
the warrior one sexual encounter. Just one, and then the warrior would pass
along all the power that had been the right of her since her birth.

Well, whether Caitlyn had given her permission or not, the warrior took this
chance to seize control of Caitlyn's body and her senses. Caitlyn receded in
her mind, out of control but so stunned by the assault that she didn't realize
she had lost control.

The rapist was astonished by this turn of events. He had attacked this young
girl and now she was rocking her hips, pulling him in as deep as she could get
him. It almost took away from what he was doing, but what the hell, he
thought. He was still getting some pussy. He just gave in to the moment, even
removing his hand from her mouth. She didn't scream.

Caitlyn recovered from the shock about halfway through and began to fight for
control of her body once more. She was the dominant resident of her mind, and
was able to take control again pretty easily. The warrior, however, was
satisfied. She had had her cock, so she released herself and vanished totally
from Caitlyn's mind.

Now that she was back in control of her body, Caitlyn found that she didn't
really mind this guy doing what he was doing. She had always wanted to have
sex, but the chance had never presented itself before. So she did the same
thing that the warrior had done. She just rocked her hips. She did even more.
She moved her hands under the man's shirt, feeling his ripped abs and climbing
to his nipples, squeezing them. He moaned in pleasure.

As soon as the warrior had faded away, the changes had begun, and Caitlyn
noticed them after a minute or two. All of her excess weight was burning away.
At the same time, she felt strength growing in her. She looked at her arms and
saw that her biceps were growing. The feeling of power only made her hotter,
and she pulled the man deeper into her.

Her strength kept growing and growing, as did Caitlyn. She was already a tall
girl, but she started getting taller and taller. She felt her bare skin
stretching against the cool grass underneath her, but she didn't realize at
the moment that it was because she was getting taller.

The man watched all of this happen with a dazed look on his face. He hadn't
had a woman in ten years, so he wasn't about to stop pumping in her even if
she was changing. She felt so good and she was so willing that he just kept
going. He wasn't frightened until she did something he really hadn't expected.

She shoved him backwards and, moving so fast that he didn't even slide out of
her, she was on top of him, holding him down with her powerful new arms. She
moved up and down his cock so fast that he couldn't hold his orgasm off. He
was totally under her control. He soon came deep inside her, but she didn't
stop. She just kept pumping, causing him a good bit of discomfort since he was
so limp.

He tried to pull out of her, but her hips held him in without the slightest
effort. When she figured out that he was trying to get away, she got angry and
slapped him. Her blow snapped his jaw, and he blacked out. She kept going
until another orgasm rocked her backwards.

The next morning, Caitlyn awoke to the sound of her alarm going off at
six-thirty. "Damn," she said, "it was just a dream." She turned her alarm off
and got out of bed.

Her head kept rising much higher than it normally did. Puzzled, she looked
down at her body and realized to her great delight that she hadn't dreamed it
after all.

She was now seven and a half feet tall, and fully naked because her clothes
had not survived her transformation. Her arms were larger than most male
bodybuilders could ever achieve. Her legs rippled with muscle at the slightest
move. Her breasts, previously of a very modest size, were massive. Apparently
they had swelled from an A cup to a DD cup, and were pushed out by incredibly
huge pecs. Her hair, still as fiery red as ever, now hung down to her waist,
even more lush and thicker than ever.

She smiled as she posed in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door.
A warm feeling grew between her legs. She thought of satisfying it by herself,
but she decided to head over to the male dorm. The doors would be locked, but
they wouldn't be strong enough to keep her out. And no guy on the planet would
be strong enough to keep her from fucking her to her heart's delight. "What
the hell," she said giggling, "it'll probably take three or four boys to
handle all of this."

She left totally naked and went off to get some more cock.