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My Rape Fantasy
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)

***

I know that I wouldn't really want to be raped. No 
woman would. But I can't help fantasizing about it, a 
lot. I can't tell you how many times I've substituted a 
rapist for the man I'm making love to in my 
imagination. (MF, nc, rp, rom)

***
 
I have to tell you what happened to me last night... I 
haven't told anyone; who could I tell? But I'll tell 
you...

The "man" and I went home late, as usual, after work 
and all sorts of daily maintenance drudgery things. He 
was teasing me (if you know what I mean) and was 
getting me really wired.

We were walking to the car, and he suddenly pulled out 
a knife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. 
It's a switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised 
the heck out of me. He startled me, which gave me a 
nice dose of adrenalin. Then he said to me (in a very 
threatening voice), "Do you see this?" He came close to 
me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip 
commanded me more than his tone. 

"Y-yes," I said. I wondered what he was up to, but 
breathing quickened from the shock and the adrenalin. 

"Keep walking!" he said. He then clicked the blade back 
into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against 
my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to 
remind me he was taking control of me.

We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over 
to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered 
to me, "Don't scream, don't say a word, or I'll kill 
you. Do you understand?" 

I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension 
and excitement. My breathing continued to race, as 
well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, 
forgetting that this was the very same man who I have 
come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my 
love... At that moment, he became a stranger with such 
intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with 
trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?

"What do you want with me?" I whispered. 

He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and 
displaying his impatience with my actions. "I told you 
not to talk!" He bit, pressing the butt of the knife 
against my throat, threatening to click open the blade 
against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the 
passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the 
seat, sneering at me.

He drove me back to my place in silence...

Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, 
he said to me, "I've only got 8 hours 'till I'm outta 
here. You cooperate with me and I won't have to hurt 
you. You understand?" 

I nodded. I guess he could sense my fear, his voice 
seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed 
my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was 
easily visible given the small size of my living 
quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of 
what he had in mind... I knew what he wanted, but I 
didn't want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept 
saying, he's not really going to do anything, he just 
wants a place to stay.

The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as 
to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped 
him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he 
would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. 

He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off 
my arms as he flung me forward. "Eight hours, and I'll 
be outta here. You won't even hear me leave. And if 
you're good girl and cooperative, you'll get outta here 
alive!" Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me 
to the bed with his weight. "Do you have neighbors 
nearby?" 

In fear and inability to think, I froze. 

He shook me roughly, "I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS 
NEARBY?!! Don't MESS with me, woman, or I'll do you 
like I did the shop clerk. I told him I wouldn't hurt 
him, too. You never know, by looking at people." He 
laughed. "Get my drift?" 

I nodded. What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told 
ME he wouldn't hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? 
What was I in for? Did I have any choice? 

"NOW! Is there anyone around who might hear you?" He 
repeated. 

I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was 
nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would 
not mean sure death for me. 

"You live here all alone, don't you?" I could hear he 
was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I 
nodded again. I heard him laugh. He started to lift his 
weight off me, telling me, "Don't even MOVE, or your 
DEAD!" What could I do? 

"Turn your head into the pillow!" I did it quickly. I 
didn't want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be 
calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to 
live. "Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So 
very pretty." His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic 
as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like 
the way you'd pet animal. 

Finally he spoke again. "What's your name, pretty one?" 

I didn't know what to say, should I tell him my name, 
or should I give him a fake one? Surely he'd never tell 
me his real name. He didn't like my hesitation, and was 
quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as 
though to choke me.

"C-Caitlyn!" through the tightness of his grasp. "My 
name is Caitlyn!"

He up got off me, moving toward my closet. "My name's 
Frank," he sneered. 

Yeah, right. Like I'd believe that... 

He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, 
tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be 
a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what 
this man could take from me, now that he had me in his 
control. Anything he wanted, he could just take. 
"Please don't hurt me." I wanted to distract him. "You 
want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, 
you can..." 

"SUTUP!!" he howled. He was suddenly on top of me 
again. 

"You know damned well that I'll take ANYTHING I WANT! 
Besides, I told you, I just need a place to spend the 
night and then I'm free! Now, I have to be sure you 
don't see me, so I won't have to kill you. Can't have 
you identifying me, now can I?" He was stroking my 
long, dark hair again, over and over, slower and 
slower. "So pretty!" 

Finally he spoke again, "I'm going to put this over 
your eyes, so that you can't see. But I don't want it 
to hurt, ok?" I nodded again, a bit relieved that he 
had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn't die after all. 

He tied a black strip of cloth over my eyes, being 
careful to move my hair before it pulled. His touch was 
gentle. So this was what he was hunting for in my 
closet... a blindfold?

He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn't open 
my eyes, but not painfully tight. "Does that hurt?" 

"No," I said, my voice sounded small to me, like a 
child's. But I was calming down. My only fear was that 
he wanted to take my body, and there'd be nothing I 
could do.

Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling 
my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong 
enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless 
I struggled against him. I thought he'd tie my hands 
behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left 
wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me 
onto my back. 

I quickly understood what was going to happen, as my 
left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had 
obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended 
to tie my arms to my bedposts.

I let him tie me. I struggled at first and he responded 
by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I 
immediately stopped fighting. "If you cooperate, I 
won't hurt you, Caitlyn. Remember that." He was 
taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications 
that I could no longer deny. 

I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step: tying 
my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and 
off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each 
step, he repeated his appreciation of me, "So pretty... 
Sooo pretty." As he lay on top of me, he whispered in 
my ear, "Just cooperate Caitlyn and I won't hurt 
you..." 

He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm 
me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so 
vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so 
helpless... he liked it, and was getting turned on by 
it. So was I. Yet I fought to not let it show. "I won't 
hurt you..." he repeated, as he traced the form of my 
legs with his rough hands. "This is what all you women 
want, isn't it?"

He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering 
what he'd do next. Then I felt his knees near my 
shoulders. "I want to feel those pretty lips!" he 
sneered. Then, taunting me, "Cooperate and you won't 
get hurt."

I took him in my mouth, what else could I do? I noticed 
that my tongue was moving over him without me thinking 
about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this led him to 
thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him 
between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, "God yesss! 
That's it baby, yeah..." His movements continued 
several minutes more, before he lifted himself away 
from me again. "Yesss, eight hours till I have to 
go..." 

He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I 
felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was 
wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he 
moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same 
time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure 
coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it 
would only be a matter of time before he'd find out, 
and my body would betray me. He then lifted his body 
off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the 
knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never 
could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears 
never progressed past whimpers. 

Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled 
sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him 
touching me. "Hmmm, do you like that, Caitlyn?" He was 
playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from 
hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate 
to me. 

I didn't answer. 

He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of 
pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, 
pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave 
after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to 
fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was 
restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me 
closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-
control.

Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his 
touch, I was totally at his command. "Tell me you are 
mine!" he said. I hesitated. His touch became more 
insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not 
pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he 
repeated, "Caitlyn, tell me you are mine!" 

I followed his order. 

I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body 
so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of 
me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He's teasing 
me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, 
when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, 
preparing to thrust himself into me. 

"Do you feel that?" he teased, as he let just his tip 
caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire 
increase, to mind-numbing proportions! "Hmm?! Do you 
feel that?" he insisted, until all I could do in my 
madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan. Finally 
he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing 
slowly, repeated the quick thrust. 

Deep within my depths, each stroke's hit caused 
incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, 
his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, 
and building me with the quick pressure. He'd started 
slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then 
began repeating his movements faster and faster, until 
I couldn't hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As 
though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in 
controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the 
pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and 
he pulled out of me. 

"I'm going to come all over that pretty body of yours 
now, Caitlyn!" he breathed. He then started pulling the 
front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully 
exposing my chest and belly to him. 

It wasn't but a second before he was inside me again, 
pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him. 
He demanded I lift my head, saying, "Do you want to 
taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your 
mouth!" 

I could tell he was very close, his voice was husky 
from the excitement and passion he was drawing from his 
forceful acts on me. Then, as he came, he pulled out 
and backed up, spraying his hot seed over my breasts, 
belly and waist, but moving too far away for his cum to 
reach my lips. 

His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and 
he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He 
then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his 
cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue. "I 
might even come back, when this is all over. I like 
you!" he said. 

He moved off the bed, finally and went to my bathroom 
to retrieve a towel and to clean-up. With familiar 
gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds and lay 
down next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. 
Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to 
the light of the room.

I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering 
eyes, his wavy hair.

"So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that 
I've seen you?" I smiled.

He smiled back. "This means I'm curling up next to you 
and going to sleep," my love replied. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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