The One Where She Made [M]e [F]urious [Rape] [RP]

Hey all,

OK so first off… everyone here is so nice! I’ve been getting tons of PMs and loving them all, so feel free to keep them coming.

Second, I guess I’m sorta committed to the Friends titles now. Don’t know why, but here we are. Truly this is a dark timeline.

Speaking of dark…

So this story concerns Mia, who I mentioned in my first CNC story. She’s short, slim, but with a little curve to her. In fact, she looks shockingly like [this lady] (https://imgur.com/a/by4Ra).

The main thing about Mia, however, is that she was one of the most relentlessly boundary-pushing girls I’ve ever met. While she was my sub (2 fantastic years), she wanted everything harder, rougher, with more toys, with more rules, something new, new, new.

This story takes place a few months after our first CNC scene. We had done several more, and one night she said to me, “Daddy, I think you should rape me without planning it. Wouldn’t it be nice to just rape your slut on a whim?” I smiled and responded with some vague dom comment that I can’t recall.

I was definitely resistant to this new idea, but Mia kept bringing it up, over and over again. I resisted in large part because I take pride in being uncommonly brutal, particularly in CNC scenes. There’s a lot that I do that would have to be jettisoned in a more improvisational context (fake knives, choking rigs, etc.)

So I told her no. Again and again I told her. She would get pouty or she’d drop to her knees and beg while trying to get my cock out of my pants. To be honest, I enjoyed seeing her get worked up, so I let her be.

This continued for a couple weeks, then all of a sudden she stopped asking. For a day or two she was very quiet. In the past when she had gotten quiet, it had meant that she was working through some emotional baggage (she had a lot), and the best thing was to give her some space. So I did.

Which brings us to the night in question. It was one of our weekly “date nights”. She came over early, and I apologized, saying I had some work to finish up. She knows my work involves audio, and she knows I need quiet.

She sat down, as usual, but as soon as I started working she made this very weird humming noise followed occasionally by a sort of yip. I asked her what she was doing, but she didn’t respond.

I work again, she does it again.

I work again, she does it again. I told her to go outside, if she’s going to be making noise, but she just sat there pouting. I was somewhat surprised. After a year of training, Mia was usually very obedient.

Eventually, she got up and went to the kitchen. Relieved, I went back to work. I worked quietly, until she came up behind me and dumped a fucking glass of water on my head.

Now, I don’t give a shit about getting wet, but I was sitting a few feet from about $6,000 of computer and audio equipment. Thankfully, nothing had been damaged, but I was about as angry as I had ever been. After Mia had dumped it, she went back to the kitchen for more.

DIRTY STUFF STARTS HERE

She didn’t make it that far. By this time I had figured out the only way to stop her.

First, I knocked the glass out of her hand. It shattered, but I had already picked her up and taken her into the bedroom. She was nice and petite, so I could throw her over my shoulder. The entire time she was kicking and screaming and biting me.

I threw her down on the floor, and grabbed her by both of her wrists, squeezing until she stopped struggling.

“Color?” I asked.

She bit her lip. “Green.”

(I use a red, yellow, green system. Green means go.)

For the first time ever during sex, I was genuinely angry. Enraged, even. I picked Mia up by her throat and tossed her onto the bed. She immediately scrambled up and tried to get away.

No fucking dice. I caught her by her hair, and held her with one hand while my other hand got my favorite paddle, the one with the spikes on it. She saw it coming and fought to get away even harder.

When I took the paddle to her, I had a routine. She was to bend over for me, and every time I spanked her, she had to tell me how good it felt, and how she wanted more.

Well, not today. Today she screamed, she writhed, she fought. I spanked her ass bright, cherry red. (I always try to spank as hard as I can without bursting any blood vessels. I maaaaaay have slightly overdone it, because the next day her ass looked like a Jackson Pollock painting.)

After I had given out as much as I thought she could take, I pushed her down on my knees and took my (very) hard cock out. She closed her mouth tight, but I pinched her nose, and forced it in while she breathed. I then grabbed the back of her head, shoving my cock all the way down her throat.

In this position, I dragged her by her skull to the wall, pressed her up against it, and throat fucked her until she had about a pint of spit sliding down her tits. I called her filthy names, and not just slut or whore. I believe one of the lines was “You’re a cheap, nasty fuckdoll aren’t you? You fuck up everything you do, and you wouldn’t even know how to fuck if it weren’t for me. Now be a good submissive little slut and suck daddy’s cock.”

Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she had gagged more than once. My cock was nice and slick, so I figured it was time.

I picked her up and bent her over my bed. For the briefest of moments, I considered just fucking her cunt, but I wasn’t in a good mood, so…

As she felt my cock press against her ass, she squealed and pushed against me. “Please don’t sir, it’s too big. I can’t take it, sir.”

Now, I’m not gonna pretend I have some giant 9” horsecock, but I’m just under 7 and unusually thick, and Mia was a tiny girl. So it probably did hurt when I slammed my cock into her ass. (OK, well first I asked her for her color. It was green.)

“Oh god, take it out, please take it out, I’ll do whatever you want, please don’t rape my ass…”

Not in the mood. I grabbed her by her neck and squeezed while I fucked her tight little ass. Now, I pride myself on being a calm, collected, dispassionate and safe dom, but I will say my anger at that moment made me fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked. I felt like the piston of a steam engine, relentless and untiring.

She screamed and struggled for a while, but eventually she just went limp under my assault. She collapsed entirely and all I could hear was her saying “Please… Please…” under her breath.

Facials were a soft dislike for her, so I figured I’d take this opportunity to make my displeasure known. As I was close to coming, I pulled her to her knees. She was like a doll, limp and unresisting, her eyes were glassy and faraway.

To be honest, the thought that I had broken this fiery girl turned me on like crazy. I came one of my biggest loads all over her face. She just sat there.

Afterwards, I brought her a plush blanket (we called it our sex blanket) and some chamomile tea, which I knew she liked. I pulled her up onto the bed and cuddled her. She was limp for about twenty minutes, but then started coming around.

We talked and cuddled and did our aftercare for the rest of the night. Long story short, she loved the experience, and felt elated afterwards. I told her that I’d be happy to do it again, but that I hoped that we could do it far away from my $6,000 god damn dollars of equipment.

Edit: forgot a link.

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3 comments on “The One Where She Made [M]e [F]urious [Rape] [RP]

  1. Every time I read your posts it makes me wish my boyfriend was more into this type of stuff. So hot 😍

  2. Thanks all, will definitely do my best. He isn’t shy when it comes to being dominant (lots of spanking and choking whenever we are together) and he always encourages me to tie his belt around my neck when I’m alone. I’d like to think we’re pushing harder on some boundaries (for instance he made me repeatedly state that I was his slut and only his before he let me cum the other night) but I’ll definitely be more vocal in the future if it leads to nights like these!

  3. Damn reminds me of the times when I had a little that loved CNC play. Expect she didn’t get paddled like that, she enjoyed knifes more…. good days

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