Emma looks at her phone on another sleepy Saturday night. Her husband Ben gets up to go bed early after fighting sleep through their 3rd episode of their most recent Netflix obsession. He gives Emma a peck on her forehead as he leaves the room, telling her not to stay up too late in a drowsy voice. She quickly opens the tab back up in her iPhones web browser, loading video after video of girls struggling against threatening aggressors as they have their clothing ripped off and are forced to take a brutal pounding from the somewhat comically endowed actors.
She fidgets in her comfy chair as she feels her excitement pool between her legs, yearning to be the poor girl running through the woods with her breasts exposed, and leggings torn, presenting her plump slit as she falls over a conveniently placed log, holding her vulnerable flower at just the right angle for her pursuer to bury his shaft into her as she fills the forest with her faux screams. It was something that Emma had fantasized about for years, knowing it would be outside her mild mannered husband’s comfort zone. It was something that even if Ben tried to do for her, it would end with her laughing and him going even further into sexual repression. She knew her fantasy of being safely “raped” by a stranger was not in the cards for her.
She sighs as she gives into her frequent temptation and slides her yoga pants down to her ankles, staying covered by her old tattered quilt as she pulls up her favorite video, a girl with off red hair, large natural breasts, and curves that would make any girl jealous. She groans as she sees her squirm as the large dark figure pins her down, Emma matches the speed that she rubs her swollen clit to the speed that the “rapist” slams his monster cock into her struggling doppelganger. Her toes curl as the man on the screen pulls his throbbing cock out of his victim, spraying her with his hot cum as she produces a few tears to mix with his salty spunk.
Emma slides her pants off her ankles, not bothering to pull them up over her still quivering pussy as she sets her phone down and goes to get a drink from the kitchen before heading to bed. She climbes into her warm king sized bed to hear her husband snoring as she runs her fingers over her still sensitive lips and traces tiny circles over her hard nipples, poking through her black t shirt that barely covers her round bottom. She tries to convince herself to sleep like a lot of nights, but picturing different fantasy scenarios that would make her dreams a reality wins out. She continues down the path that her fingers started, finding just the right spots like always.
Ben lays with his eyes open as he listens to his wife rub her most responsive places, recognizing the familiar muffled coo’s and moans as she chains tiny explosions together, fully emptying her desires before she allows herself to relax her muscles and pass out for the night.
Ben looks at his phone to review his wifes search history. Being a network engineer had its perks and he had her phone linked to the home server that logged everything just like a workplace server would. He let’s out his own sigh out as he sees the familiar video in her search history, a slightly less attractive version of his wife being chased and taken for all she had. It turned his stomach to see someone who looked like her being abused so badly, failing to convince himself it was all fake, even knowing that it was. He smiles as he copies the link and sends it to a trusted friend and co worker.
Ben’s friend Tom was always a fan of Emma, never holding crass comments back about her full chest or plump backside. “Want to do Emma a favor sometime?” Is all he wrote to accompany the link, not wanting to give up too much information before hearing back from his colleague. He waits for what feels like hours, no longer tired, only focusing on her screen.
Tom texts back with a question mark, and one word “yes”
“Let’s meet for beers tomorrow night to get a plan together” Ben sends back and passes out himself, feeling a level of excitement that he has not felt in years.
he two men meet the following night to discuss their plan. It was a bit of shock to Tom at first, both that Emma had a serious rape kink, and that Ben was ok with her exploring it with him. They decided on a night to put their plan in place, and went over how he would enter the house, what he was to do to Emma, and a backup plan in case things did not go well. The planning portion of the night was exciting enough for Ben, he did not know how he would feel during the actual deed.
The fateful night came quickly, Ben faking an emergency phone call from work about systems issue, rushing out of the door to go save the day from this fictitious IT nightmare. Emma feels a pang of guilt as she happily pulls her iPad out, beaming the videos to the large screen in the living room. Her favorite videos in 4k would be treat. She does not dive right into her pink lips while watching the videos, instead staying fully dressed as she watches girl after girl be held down and put through fictitious hell.
She had a though pop in her head that had never occurred to her. “What situation could I put myself in to have this happen for real to me. If she wore a tiny skirt and heaped her massive tits to ther perch of her bra, she could find a bad enough neighbor and see what desperate man could pick up that she was in heat.
She goes through the neighborhoods around her, one good idea dashed after another, realizing most of the “bad neighborhoods” are populated with progressive hipsters who have transformed the areas. She sighs as she does the math in her head, calculating the average risk of contracting and STI vs the assumed rate by race. She ultimately abandons the idea, not willing to risk compromising her own health or Ben’s for one night of forced ecstasy. She flips through her phone as she half watches a tiny Asian lady try her best to not cry when a massive erection plummets into her tiny little slit. She gives the screen all her attention when her video fails to load and her phone switches over to network vs wifi. She gets up and pretends to know what the sea of wires means downstairs, seeing the bank of home servers and what seemed like miles of cables. She pulls her iPhone out to see a text from Ben. “I love you and know you want this. Goodluck sweetheart”
She is confused and concerned as she reads the text over and over again, checking the message details to make sure upstairs, the unmistakable noise of their old squeaking sliding patio door. She freezes as she hears it slide closed and heavy boots stomp on the floor above her. She is scared, panicked and despite every natural human instinct, a little excited. She deals with the fear by convincing herself its Ben upstairs. He finally caught on, all those requests from administrator to share web activity, he laughed them off as stock auto messages, but Emma was not completely helpless with technology. She knew he was keeping tabs of her tabs. She knows she won’t out run the mystery man up stairs, but she was the self proclaimed hide and seek champion freshmen year of college. She finds a perfect spot nestled between Ben’s golf clubs and her old punching bag that she had to have one new years fitness kick. She looks at it’s sad posture, hunched over sitting on the floor. She has no idea why she is transfixed on a punching bag her safety maybe in real danger. She just cant shake the image of Ben banging around up there, trying to mimic what he saw in her history, of course sorting the movies by number of repeat views, parts skipped over and skipped to and pulling the most common actions by the Male character.
She hears basement door swing open as if it was blown off its hinges. This was the first indication that it was not Ben. She had gotten so close to Ben that she knew how his actions sounded, even when amplified in anger. This was much more raw, this was not her husband. She used every ounce of will power to keep her head tucked down and her eyes closed as Tom shuffled around the basement, Emma manages to sneak a peak of the man, his back to her as he helps himself to a freshly laundered pair of Emma’s blue lace boy shorts. He shoves them in his pocket as he resumes his search for his prize, moving boxes and totes out of the way, not content till he sees the bare concrete foundation of the house.
Emma knows her time is up as Tom rips his best friends golf bag away, taking caution to not cause any harm to the clubs, setting then down gently. He sees his prey cowered on the cold dark floor, knees trembling together as he smiles, pulling her to her feet with a touch that was so rough Ben Probably felt it.
“Good to see you again Emma, this is going be a fun night for one of us.”
Posting part 3 soon!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b82j7n/taking_emma_recap_nc
What a fun plot!