“Oh… my… I- Please!” She rocked against me when I fucked her a little harder, then she thrashed when I pulled away slightly to spank her in a series of slaps. I gave her a soft caress at the end, although that act was definitely more for my sake than hers at that point, and she cried out in a desperate sound when I pumped back into her, trying to stave off the orgasm that she was going to drive me to with so much messy wet heat around my cock. “No, please don’t! Please don’t cum inside me, please! I don’t want you to and please stop!”
I grit my teeth. She absolutely loved it when I came inside her and I could do that since she was doubled up on birth control. It was actually something we did every time, so it was another thing I could reconcile with thoughts of a game. “I think I will since you wouldn’t be a good girl and admit how much you like this. I mean, Christ, baby, you’ve already cum all over me. I think it’s only fair I get to fill you with mine.” That last word was a growl because I was just… so… fucking… close… And I heard her de***********or in my head again. It’s this predator and prey thing. I felt feral, so much so that it was intoxicating and I was having mental images of her struggling harder beneath me while I held her still and forced her to take all the cum I wanted to pump into her tight, wet little pussy, so much that it dripped out of her and stained the bed when she couldn’t hold it anymore. I worked her in a frenzy with that thought, giving over to fantasy and losing myself.
“No, no, please don’t do that! Please, I’ll be good and say it, but please don’t cum inside me! I love it, I love it, please don’t!”
I tightened my hand around her waist and held her cuff chain in a death grip when the orgasm roared through me, barely managing to answer, “Too late,” but it didn’t matter anyway.
Sophie cried out when she felt my release, a long sound of ecstasy when she came again while I coated her insides with cum. One leg twisted back around mine in a hot, frantic action, while I braced myself with my hands on the bed around her. She went still and we were quiet for a moment while I went soft inside of her.
I finally managed to break the silence. “Holy fucking shit.”
“That. Was. Amazing.”
And that’s how we started down the path to create the perfect rape fantasy together. It wasn’t violent to begin with, wasn’t particularly elaborate, wasn’t even creative at first, but it was for damn sure enough for both of us to want to find out how much more intense it could be despite, or maybe because of, either of our feelings of trepidation.
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Sophie – The Cabin
I couldn’t think straight enough to get myself together. The music was so loud and the lights were incessant, not to mention the random surprises I would find in the sheeting plastic corners. There had been a demon face on one side that made me scream because I couldn’t focus on things with the bright flash of the light and when I did manage to focus on them, it felt like a hellscape. I was pretty sure I was going in circles, but I couldn’t tell one gargoyle or demon mask hanging from another and it felt so suffocating and tight surrounded with black like that. The music covered up any other sound and I couldn’t keep from stopping to look behind me every so often, turning in circles while I ran. That was how I caught the first glimpse of him and the sight made me scream and turn around to dive around another corner, so that he laughed with twisted pleasure behind me.
His face was painted in stripes or designs – I couldn’t tell which – of black, red, and white, thoroughly covering all the features I knew and replacing them with something more cruel, which was fitting. Bad Ethan was really cruel. If I didn’t amuse him with a decent chase beforehand, then he’d find other ways to amuse himself, ways that involved the rattan cane he held at his side. Although I definitely thought he was probably going to play with it no matter what I did.
“Sophie,” he sang behind me. “You’re not being very quick.” I skipped in a circle, looking for him behind me again, blood roaring through my ears. I tried to listen over the thrash metal, but it was just so damn loud. “Let me give you incentive.” I shrieked even before I felt the cane stripe where he was right behind me again and then sprinted, the pain dulled with such wild terror adrenaline while he laughed wickedly. “That’s better.”
Now I knew I was going in a circle, back the way I came, but each wall of plastic looked like another. I ran through it a few turns, trying to think straight enough to remember the turns I had taken so I could figure it out. Right, left, left, right, left. “No!” I shouted it in frustration when I ran almost right into him as I turned a corner and turned back around, getting desperate enough to try something stupid.
I knelt to the bottom of the thick sheeting plastic and ripped at where it was taped to the ground, scrabbling at the long lines of duct tape. “No, no, no…” I moaned in dread when the tape ripped down the middle so that I had to claw at it to get it up again. “Oh, come on, hurry!” I whispered it under my breath in frantic panic, ripping up the tape with an increasing feeling of dread, but thinking that this might be the only way I could-
“No!”
His hand was violent when he grabbed me by my hair and I struggled uselessly, trying to get to my feet, even though he was always stronger than me, but every single time I couldn’t keep from trying. “That was a bad fucking idea.” I yelped when he tripped me right as I managed to get up, falling hard back to my knees, and he was brutal about his touch. “Bad fucking girl.” I shrieked when he caned me.
“No, please don’t! Please stop, it hurts!” I tried to crawl forward, only to have him grab me by my hair again so that I reached up to claw his hands, which gave him the perfect opportunity to grab one of my wrists.
“Then you should have played a little longer and made it more fun.”
“No!” I shrieked it when he dropped the cane and managed to get my other wrist in his hand. He had a strip of duct tape already cut and taped to his jeans but he ripped it free, holding my wrists together in one hand easily while he wrapped the tape around them. I struggled it, trying to kick at him but he answered that by straddling behind me to hold me down, stretching my wrists while he finished securing them. The action made me shout with more panic when I felt his cock through his jeans. My pussy clenched even when I thrashed harder.
He was so freaking hard.
I went to crawl as best I could when he released my wrists once they were secured, awkwardly trying to get to my feet again, so that he laughed at the action. “Where do you think you’re going, helpless little fuck?” I shrieked when the cane striped me again, barely catching myself on my taped hands. “I tried to be so nice by giving you a chance to run and you had to be a little bitch about it.” The cane made me pant and I still tried to crawl away.
I don’t think I could have played these games without struggling anymore. It was kind of like saying “yes, sir” when he was my Dom. The panic and fight were just ingrained so that it almost felt so deliciously real. “No, please stop!” The cane made me shriek the plea again.
“I suppose I could. We can move on to something else, a different punishment that better fits how much of a slut you are.” I kicked back when he grasped me around my waist, shouting senseless protests when he tore open my shorts button. He released me only to grab the end of my shorts, easily ripping them down to my knees. I tried to catch them there, to stop him, but he only snorted in derision and pulled back.
I fell when the cane made me shriek and he used the moment to force my shorts off the rest of the way. “No! Stop, please, I don’t want to!”
His laugh was disdainful. “You’re a fucking liar, but let’s find out how much you’re lying together.” I shouted when he slapped one of the cane stripes he’d left and then shoved two fingers inside of me, bending over me to do it. The action made my shout rise to a scream with the orgasm that ripped through me and it was something that had never happened that fast. I had gotten off on this multiple times almost every time we played, but I had never cum as soon as he touched me.
It worked to make me all the more frantic because his laughter was shocked. “Such a fucking slutty cunt. You just can’t help being a little whore anymore, can you?” He slapped my ass and I wailed, my legs spread like the dirty slut he called me and I was still trying to think through animal need to even pull away. I was just managing to come back to myself when he shoved my face forward, to the ground so that my ass was lifted up. I strained against him, lifting up as soon as he let go, but he didn’t care.
“No, please don’t! Please don’t-“
“Please don’t?” He grabbed me by my hair, lightly slapping my face. “Please don’t what? Please don’t fuck your drenched little pussy when it’s wetter than a fucking river?”
“No! I mean, yes, please don’t fuck me!”
His painted face made me struggle all the harder, although I was weaker after expending too much while running, but he’d done the paint in these demonic curves and I whimpered under him, only to have him grin evilly. “It’s too bad you’re such a little slut who deserves it. Come here, you filthy fuck, move.” He snarled it, pulling me by my hair so that I whined and my fighting turned pathetic when I was crawling to try to avoid the rise of pain in my head. I had to hop in humiliation with my tied wrists and then squealed when he dragged me through a single sheet of plastic that hadn’t been taped down, taking in a corner outside his evil maze along with the crude iron collar to one side and the table to the other.
“No! Please don’t, please!” I struggled when he pulled me to my feet, crying out with the pain from his pulling my hair, not daring to fight too hard in case it only hurt me more. He had left the cane in his nightmare of a maze but it didn’t matter. There was another one against the wall.
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