[F][STR][CNC] I want to be Forced (SPOILERS for The Last Jedi)

Skip this one if you’re not a fan of consensual non-consent or rape fantasies. This is (obviously!) fiction.

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I remember reading so much NC-17 fanfiction as a teenager. I saw sexual dynamics in all my favorite media since childhood, and burgeoning online fandoms let me find others who did the same. Livejournal, fanfiction.net, and custom stories I wrote for and with friends fueled my best masturbatory fantasies from twelve well into college. Though I don’t read or write fanfiction anymore, I still let my mind wander down those paths from time to time.

I saw *The Last Jedi* last week and it ~~snoked~~ stoked my longstanding interest in people who flirt with evil. I’ve never done anything truly *bad*, but I know I have the capacity for it. I’ve felt the temptation to cross solid moral lines, and with a different upbringing, maybe I’d have given in to those darker impulses. Though I never will, seeing it acted on by others for power or pleasure stirs something in the pit of my stomach—part fear, part excitement. I felt that about Vader as a kid (thanks for showing us the original trilogy, Dad) and I feel it about Kylo Ren now.

It’s embarrassing to admit this, but I’m going to, because it plays right into a key part of this fantasy: being mocked for a desire I can’t control.

I want Kylo Ren to rape “me” as Rey. It’s the ultimate hate fuck, and I have always gotten wet at the idea of being used by someone I hate—especially if they mock me for enjoying it. With the kind of intrusive mental bond Kylo and Rey share, he can do that with more sneering accuracy than anyone. He can see my every desire clearly and I have no standing to deny it. Even things that I deny to myself are obvious to him, like the way being on the right side and losing anyway makes my pussy throb. Or the way I want him to use my body like a hard-won war trophy, showing me my place in *his* universe. In that moment, any threat I posed to him has vanished except from his memory; he’ll enjoy punishing me for it now that I’m humbled and at his mercy.

Beyond the psychological tug-of-war, there are *so many* physical possibilities once the Force is involved. Restraint without physical contact. Molesting my body, stretching my holes, without removing any clothing. A steady pressure around my neck even though his hands are busy elsewhere …

It may not have been my favorite of the films, but God bless *The Last Jedi* for bringing this dynamic into my life. It added some real fucked up heat to my childhood Vader fantasies and for that I have to give it 5/5.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/7mjb86/fstrcnc_i_want_to_be_forced_spoilers_for_the_last