This is my first story, so feedback and ratings are appreciated. If you do not like rape then I suggest that you don't read this story. NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE RAPE IN REAL LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THE TITLE SERIOUSLY.
It was 1:00 am in London, and I was returning from a friend’s house partying late.
I was a a 5'3 brunette weighing around 115 lbs.
With piercing blue eyes, curly blonde hair, long legs, smooth, tanned skin, a pair of firm, perky breasts and a slim hourglass figure, I was considered very attractive.
Over the course of the night, I had drunk around five shots, which I was beginning to regret.
The alcohol clogged my senses and I was unable to see a thing, due to the effects of the alcohol combined with the pitch black night, illuminated only faintly by the flickering streetlights.
Under normal circumstances, I would not be walking on the streets of the city at this dark time of night, but my judgement was too clouded with booze to care.
As I stumbled along the empty sidewalk, I heard faint steps close behind me.
I turned around, but could see nobody. “The drinks are just messing with your head,” I told myself.
A shiver ran down my spine, and as I trembled, a hand grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into a dark alley while clamping his hand over my mouth.
I tried to scream for help, but it came out as a muffled yelp through my attacker’s hand.
A sheet of cloth was forced into my face, and I was forced to inhale its pungent odor.
I collapsed soundlessly into my attacker’s arms and drifted into unconsciousness.
I woke up, and immediately noticed that the effects of the alcohol had dimished.
I was able to think clearly, but could still feel the drinks at the back of my head.
I was lying stark naked on my side, arms and legs tied to the bed.
I struggled against my bindings, but they were expertly tied and resistance was futile.
I lifted my head and looked around the room.
There was a camera in the corner watching me. My clothes, coat, and purse were lying on a table nearby.
Beyond the window, the night was still black and uninviting.
A tall man walked in. The first thing I noticed was his young and arguably handsome face.
He had black hair, brown eyes, tall and muscular, and dressed in a tuxedo, he was the type of man that would be swarmed by women wherever he went.
“This is my kidnapper?” I wondered.
From my capture and position, I already knew what he desired. He wanted what all men wanted: to use me.
My attacker unzipped my purse and removed my wallet.
Looking inside, he read, "Born in 1996, August 6th. Barely legal,” he smiled, eyeing me.
I quivered in fear, thinking of what this perverted man planned to do to me.
My capturer unzipped his pants to reveal his hard, massive cock. It stood at around 8 inches, and was extremely thick.
He climbed onto the bed and placed his hips above my face, his dick dangling above my face in a 69 position.
“Suck my cock like the good little bitch you are. I feel any teeth and I’ll knock them out. I had no choice but to open my mouth and accept his hard member.
As he started fucking my face, one hand started fondling my breasts, twisting and rolling my nipples with his experienced fingers.
Another hand delivered a sharp slap on my ass, and I cried in pain.
A tear rolled down my cheek and his dick slipped out of my mouth as I cried, “P-Please. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. This is rape.”
He smirked and replied, “It’s not rape if you enjoy it.” I was mortified as I realized my young cunt was dripping with anticipation.
How could my body want to be abused by this vile man when I didn't want it?
His other hand drifted down towards my nether regions, and I struggled in an attempt to free myself.
“You sick fucker,” I spat in his face. I was rewarded with a painful slap to the face.
“I have complete control over you. Angering me will do nothing but bring you pain, because you are mine.”
And that was exactly how I felt: helpless.
Continuing his assault on my chest, another finger rubbed against the entrance to my wet pussy, causing me to involuntarily shudder with pleasure.
Occasionally one hand would withdraw from its assault on my vulnerable body to smack my ass, giving me a burst of pleasure.
As much as I hated to admit it, my sick kidnapper was pleasuring me in ways I had only fantasized.
His assault on my face continued, and between thrusts I gasped for air.
The musky aroma of his member overpowered my senses. I eagerly sucked on the large dick, which filled my mouth and stretched my jaw to the limit.
Suddenly, the finger assaulting my cunt slipped in, and I moaned in pure bliss.
Another finger joined the first and slowly slid in and in a rhythmic pace, brushing my clit with every thrust.
His hand slowly sped up the assault, and before long I was screaming in the ecstasy of an intense orgasm.
My kidnapper removed his hands from my body, and I shuddered at the lost of his touch.
He positioned his hard cock at the entrance of my pussy and started rubbing the head in circles around my twat, eliciting soft mewls from me.
Then, he gave me a hard slap across my ass and I yelped in pain. As he prepared to enter, I stopped him.
“Wait, I’m a virgin,” I nervously admitted, fearfully gazing at his massive "Please go easy on me."
He grinned, and with one swift movement, thrust his long, thick cock into my cunt, taking my cherry.
His balls rested on my ass, and I cried in pain.
“It hurts, please take it out,” I begged.
My rapist did not listen to me, and gave me only a few moments to recover before he started slowly thrusting into me, his balls slapping my ass with every stroke.
The pain quickly turned into pleasure, and he sped up his thrusts as I moaned like the slut I had become. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"Fuck me! I'm yours, punish my sweet cunt as you see fit!"
Never before had I felt so full, so good. I was in heaven. Nothing else in the world mattered to me, not the fact that I was being raped, not my personal troubles.
All I cared about at the moment was his cock.
The kidnapper withdrew his shaft from my abused pussy, and I whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. He untied one of my legs and lifted it into the air.
He slid his dick back in my cunt, and this position allowed him to go even deeper than before.
The feeling of being so full was indescribably satisfying, and I craved for even more of the huge cock.
“Harder, fuck me like your bitch,” I begged. His thrusts immediately increased in speed, and I was rapidly approaching climax.
“I’m cumming!” I shouted as I exploded into the most intense orgasm of my life, given to me by a rapist that took pleasure in abusing and using me as he saw fit.
“Wow, that was amazing,” I breathed.
“Who says I’m done? I haven’t come yet,” my kidnapper said.
He untied my other leg and turned me around, so that my face was pressed against the mattress and my tanned posterior stuck out in the air.
I wiggled my gorgeous ass, inviting him to play with me. I felt his cock head press against my tight, innocent rosebud, and my eyes widened.
“Wait, please, not there,” I begged. He did not comply, and slid the head of his cock into my tight virgin ass.
“Please, take it out. It hurts!” I cried, but his cock continued pushing into my hot anal passage.
After what seemed like an eternity, his entire shaft was in me, his balls resting on my dripping pussy.
Without a moment's rest, he proceeded slid out and thrust back in, repeating the slow motion.
My fucker grabbed onto my bouncing tits and used them as support while he brutally stretched my anal passage.
I moaned in pure ecstasy as my virgin ass was mercilessly pounded by this stranger.
With every thrust, his balls slapped my pussy with a wet sound, causing me to shudder in pleasure.
Every few seconds he would smack my rear, leaving a red mark on the smooth, innocent flesh.
His thrusts sped up and his cock began to expand. Hot cum exploded into my abused asshole, the sensation unreal.
“Yeess!” I shouted. “Fill me with your cum. Blow your hot load into me. I want it all!”
My dirty talking had an effect on him, and before long, my asshole was filled with seed.
There was not enough room in my expanded ass, and some began to leak out.
My lover’s thrusts stopped, and we lay there for an eternity, his huge cock remaining in my ass as we breathed heavily.
Eventually, he slipped out of me, leaving a wide, gaping asshole as a reminder of our encounter.
The man released me and said, “You can leave now, but remember that if you tell anyone, I have this all on video.”
I smirked sexily, wrapping my arms around him and looking up into his eyes.
“Don’t you trust me?” I questioned in a sultry voice.
My pleasurer pondered for a moment, then replied, "Perhaps you'll have to prove to me that I can."
"Don't worry, I plan to sometime in the near future," I said, smiling in a suggestive manner.
I dressed myself and gathered my belongings, then exited the house, hearing the door shut behind me.
I advanced into the unwelcoming embrace of the darkness of night.
Shivering in coldness, I stuck my hands in my coat pockets and felt a sheet of paper pressing against my hand.
I pulled it out, and despite the blackness, I was able to make out an adress and phone number.
At the bottem of the card, it read, "Until next time."
The sun gradually ascended, flooding the streets with light.
A slow warmth spreads throughout my body, bringing me to the present, where I stand now.
This man, my kidnapper, my rapist, my lover, had changed me forever by showing me the guilty pleasures of life.
No longer am I a pretty, innocent girl. I am a different woman now.
It was a good story. A couple of things pop out at me...small things like she was tied to a bed and he straddled her head 69 style which when visualized is awkward unless she is positioned low in the bed. And its hard to spank someone that's laying on their rear end. First she has a tan backside then a pale one. But i did enjoy the story.
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Even if they enjoy it
Especially if they enjoy it