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-------------------------------------------------------This wor is copyrighted to the author 2008. Please don't remove the author information or mae any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Than you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------My Rape Fantasy By Anonymous Author (address withheld) *** I now 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 maing 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 wor and all sorts of daily maintenance drudgery things. He was teasing me (if you now what I mean) and was getting me really wired. We were waling to the car, and he suddenly pulled out a nife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. It's a switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised the hec 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 quicened from the shoc and the adrenalin. "Keep waling!" he said. He then cliced the blade bac into the handle of the nife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taing control of me. We waled 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 ill you. Do you understand?" I nodded yes quicly, 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 yaned my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions. "I told you not to tal!" He bit, pressing the butt of the nife against my throat, threatening to clic 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 bac to my place in silence... Once inside my apartment, me shaing 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 new what he wanted, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I ept saying, he's not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay. The entire to not let him; I was would tae time he had ept me close enough to him as me see his face. Of course my fear helped petrified that if I made one false move, he 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 thin, I froze. He shoo me roughly, "I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don't MESS with me, woman, or I'll do you lie I did the shop cler. I told him I wouldn't hurt him, too. You never now, by looing 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 illed a shop cler? 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 mocing 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 quicly. I didn't want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more liely to live. "Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So very pretty." His voice sounded lie a crazed lunatic as he spoe to me. He was slowly stroing my hair, lie the way you'd pet animal. Finally he spoe again. "What's your name, pretty one?" I didn't now what to say, should I tell him my name, or should I give him a fae one? Surely he'd never tell me his real name. He didn't lie my hesitation, and was quic to retaliate. He started gripping my nec as though to choe 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 Fran," he sneered. Yeah, right. Lie I'd believe that... He opened my closet door, looing for who-nows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could tae from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just tae. "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 now damned well that I'll tae 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 ill you. Can't have you identifying me, now can I?" He was stroing my long, dar hair again, over and over, slower and slower. "So pretty!" Finally he spoe again, "I'm going to put this over your eyes, so that you can't see. But I don't want it to hurt, o?" I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn't die after all. He tied a blac 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 not 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, lie a child's. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to tae my body, and there'd be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my bac, 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 bac, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my bac. I quicly 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 nec again as if to choe me. I immediately stopped fighting. "If you cooperate, I won't hurt you, Caitlyn. Remember that." He was taunting me with his voice, maing 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 anles 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 quicened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to mae any choices, being so helpless... he lied 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 nees near my shoulders. "I want to feel those pretty lips!" he sneered. Then, taunting me, "Cooperate and you won't get hurt." I too him in my mouth, what else could I do? I noticed that my tongue was moving over him without me thining 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 blac lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting bac waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I new 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 nees. I felt lie 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 shoc, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. "Hmmm, do you lie that, Caitlyn?" He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to eep the situation immediate to me.

I didn't answer. He too 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 nows 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 selfcontrol. 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 brin of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, maing 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 maing 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 quic thrust. Deep within my depths, each stroe's hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quic 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 bac 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 now, Caitlyn!" he breathed. front of my sweater up over exposing my chest and belly that pretty body of yours He then started pulling the the bac of my head, fully 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 husy from the excitement and passion he was drawing from his

forceful acts on me. Then, as he came, he pulled out and baced 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 sin 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 bac, when this is all over. I lie 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. Blining, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looed at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair. "So does this mean you have to ill me now, now that I've seen you?" I smiled. He smiled bac. "This means I'm curling up next to you and going to sleep," my love replied. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 58

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