This story is a work of fiction. It contains some topics that may be triggering to some. Read at your own risk.
Tags: *Rape Kink*, *Consensual Non-Consent*, *Forced Impregnation*
It was the end of another very long day for you. A long day of work with errands and family and everything else in your life that you had to do before suddenly you were back home again, with little time to eat (or do much else) before you would find yourself slipping under the covers, dreading the coming of tomorrow. It had been a long while since you’d done much else in your bed than sleep, and lately you found even sleeping to be a terrible rare event. With how little time you had, sex was hardly something that crossed your mind. Sometimes sure, a craving for it would kick in, but usually at a time you couldn’t do anything about it. And it wouldn’t matter if there _was_ something you can do, because you didn’t have the energy to do much about it anyway. And it would be too much work to find someone to help anyway. You’d have to spend time with them, reply to texts, be emotionally available. _No_. No time for that. No energy for that. Hardly worth the effort as much as the idea might sound nice.
No, it would be better if it was something so detached from reality than you could think back on it the next morning and hardly consider it as having happened at all. A quick text, a hard fuck, and out the door they’d go, with none of the baggage that usually comes with that sort of thing. Just something for you to fit in between work and sleep and not sleeping, and all the other little things that occupied your cramped day.
_Maybe that’s just what I need_ you’d think sometimes. And you’d wonder how you might go about obtaining such an arrangement, if only something like that were easy. Of course, finding some guy that’s down to fuck would be easy enough. A couple swipes on tinder, some flirting and a dirty picture later and you could be on your back, legs splayed around him while you take a pounding.
_Also no._ Strangers were a no go. You needed someone clean, yet _dirty_. Available, yet _inaccessible_. Someone you could count on to give you a good fuck when you needed it, on _your_ schedule, who wouldn’t bother you when you least want it. Someone you can trust with your dirtiest darkest kinks without having to worry about consequences, or asshole behavior in how they handle them.
And so you found me. It took time for you to become comfortable with it, between your busy schedule and well… all of the above. But eventually, the trust was built. brick by brick. You didn’t know when it would happen, if ever. Or how it might go down. But you figured it probably would. _Eventually, maybe._ If you decided it.
One particular evening seemed to be the night.
You were there at work as usual. It wasn’t a terribly different sort of day, but something in the back of your head just seemed to nag you and goad you into into certain _ideas_. Conversations with co-workers kept seeming to turn oddly sexual, and when you took breaks between work you found yourself clicking more of the NSFW links in your Reddit feed than you were used to. That desire you haven’t bothered to entertain in so long was finally beginning to stir within you, small at first, until you seemed to keep getting distracted by whispers of it.
After you found yourself viewing the same loop of a particularly dirty gif in the break-room more than a few times, you had a moment of “Hmm, well _maybe_… why not.” Navigating away from the smut that had engrossed your attention, you pulled up your contacts and found me there. Opening the conversation, you sent a single word.
“Green.”
It shouldn’t have meant much, but you could immediately feel the quickening of your heart beat in your breast. That nervous sort of excited anxiety took hold in the depths of your stomach as you waited to see how things would pan out. Getting back to work, you couldn’t help but check your phone every few minutes. And then every 10 or 20 minutes. There was a sense of almost urgency to it.
But no response ever came.
Soon enough, the end of your shift rolled around and you gathered up your things before heading out. After a bit of grocery shopping for dinner, you began to feel a bit silly about the whole thing. _This was a mistake_, you think. As your car pulls into your driveway, you decide to forget all about it as you unlock the door to your home and step inside. Your keys rattle as you stow them back away in your purse. You hang up your belongings and kick off your shoes as you carry your groceries to the counter. Setting them down, you pause for a moment, biting your lip. Waiting.
_Waiting, waiting, waiting._ But there was nothing. No noise. Just a quiet home as you stood there contemplating things, looming over a forlorn grocery bag. You pull out your phone and quickly find me in your contacts again. “Nevermind,” you furiously type off, and with a woosh it sends.
_diiing-diiing_.
Your heart skips a beat. _That’s not my phone_ you think. You’re too frightened to move. Slowly, you begin to crane your head in the direction of the noise, but a large hand darts over around your neck, and another snakes its way up and over your mouth, clasping it shut. You can heel the heat and closeness of my body moving tight up to yours, pinning you to the counter. Your eyes petrify as they make contact with mine, your mouth gasps and quietly screams uselessly against my hand. You can feel as my other hand traces down your body, roughly groping a breast, pinching a nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt before wandering its way down. I grab you roughly by the crotch. You can feel me throb against your lower back as I explore and defile your pretty little body with my free hand. “Tonight you belong to me,” I whisper deep into your ear. “You’re going to be a good little rape-slut for master, aren’t you?”
You shake your head and cry out. My hand leaves your face only long enough to slap you hard across it, before clasping your mouth shut again. “Bad girl. Nod for me. Obey your master.” I demand icily. Nervously, you comply this time, slowly nodding. A tear escapes your eye as you contemplate just what you’ve done. And yet, you can’t help but notice that you’ve completely soaked your panties at the same time.
“Better,” I snarl. “Now, on the count of three, you’re going to drop to your knees, and you’re going to pull out my cock, and you’re going to suck it until I tell you to stop. Understand?” I ask.
Sniffling, you agree wordlessly, without much commitment. “One…” I begin counting. Your mind searches for a way out. “Two…” I continue. You scramble, mentally. “Three,” I announce, shoving my hands free from you and taking a step back. Expectantly, I look you over. Turning slowly toward me, you’re unsure of what to do.
I stood there, at least half a foot taller than you. Not exactly a body builder, but more than strong enough to catch you, and overwhelm you if you tried to escape or fight back. Clutching hold of the counter behind you, you consider your options a moment longer as my eyebrow raises in expectation of you.
I take a step closer. “Well girl? Please master. Or you’ll be punished.” Frozen, you remain un-moving, staring into my eyes, waiting to see what I’ll do.
“Fine then, be a brat,” I bark. I move forward quickly as you twirl and attempt to escape, but you’re too slow. Snatching you up in a bear hug I squeeze you tight and shove you back to the counter. I force you forward and down until your face is hugging the cold damp counter-top.
With another quick movement I throw your tiny little skirt up over your backside, and yank down your sopping wet panties. _THWACK_; my hand comes down in a hard thudding spank against your bare ass, eliciting a quick mewling grunt from your counter-top glued face.
“Behave, or you’ll be punished” I growl into your ear. _THWACK_ _THWACK_ _THWACK_ – _THWACK_ _THWACK_ _THWACK_ – _THWACK_ _THWACK_ _THWACK_. With each thuddy spank of my hand on your ass, your back-side throbs and burns and flushes red, and your grunts of pleasureful pain grow louder and louder. You’re intimately aware of the grool dripping slowly down between your thighs as each spank makes you wetter and wetter, but strain to ignore it.
By the 20th spank you’ve thoroughly lost all resistance and “fight” in you, your ass red and raw and bruised from the intensity of each hard spank.
“Now, let’s try this again,” I grumble. Lifting you up from the now warm counter-top, I straighten you out and face you toward me, looking expectantly from your mouth to my crotch. Horny, but dazed and lost in your thoughts, you merely stand there. _Reluctant._ Unwilling to make it _your_ decision.
Rolling my eyes, I grab hold of your head and shoulder and begin to shove you down to the floor. Lazily, you submissively allow me to put you down to your knees. _Click_ goes my belt as I release it. _Ziiiipp_ goes my jeans. I pull down the tops of my pant and underwear until my big cock flops out into eye-shot.
Your eyes glue themselves to it as you sit there on your knees in disbelief of what was happening. I take a step forward, and then another. I grab hold of your head gently with one big hand, and caress your hair almost lovingly before propping open your mouth with my other hand, and sliding my cock forward. Open-mouthed, there’s little you can to do but accept it as the tip of me slides past your lips and onto the surface of your tongue. It was salty, yet a little sweet. The tip was wet with pre-cum. Slowly, I insert more of myself into you, guiding the length of my shaft down against the back of your throat. Gagging a little, instinct seems to kick in as you slowly begin to close your mouth down around me and begin sucking eagerly. You wrap your tongue tight round the ridge of where the tip meets the shaft, running it slowly over my head as you begin to close your eyes and pleasure me with abandon.
“Mmmm, yes,” I groan. “About time, you slut. My cock was well over-due to be sucked by you.”
You continue to suck me diligently, your eyes now looking up at me an deep into my own as the length of me slides in and out of your mouth, tight against your luscious lips. I smile, “Good slut. Please your master,” I commend you.
My left hand retreats into my pocket and pulls out the phone that had so treacherously given me away earlier. Activating the camera, you can feel the hot shine of the flash down from above you. Horny and eager to please now, you do nothing but continue to worship my cock expertly as I film your exploits.
After quite enough of that, I sheath my phone again and this time grab hold of your head with both hands. “You’re such a precious, skilled little cock sucker. But now, I’m going to fuck your pretty little face until your eyes are drowned in mascara.” I smirk.
Your eyes flash with uncertainty, now having lost the advantage again as you feel me take control and force myself deeper down your throat, roughly thrusting myself in and out of your mouth like my own personal fuck hole, with little regard for your own humanity. You gag uncomfortably as your throat struggles to acclimate to my size, until after a good 10 or 20 strokes you seem to have lost yourself again, activating some hopeless little slut deep within as your throat seems to open up and accept my face fucking with ease.
True to my word, your mascara has made a mess across your face and your whole face feels with with saliva and pre-cum as I continue to roughly slam myself deep into your throat over and over, groaning deeper and deeper every time.
Finally, you can feel as my shaft grows rigid and begin to pulse, but before you taste the flood of my cum down your throat I pull myself from you, wet and shiny and hard as you’ve ever seen. You suck down a huge breath of fresh air as I stand there putting a stop to my orgasm. “Wouldn’t want to cum too soon,” I tease.
Wordlessly, you sit there on your knees looking up and me.
My cock slaps you across the face, about as hard as a cock _can_ slap, anyway. “Your line was ‘Yes, master,’ you slut,” I inform you.
You can’t stop the words from spewing out of your mouth, just as you couldn’t stop yourself from sucking me like the slut I’ve been calling you. “Yes… master,” you reply, dozily.
“Good girl,” I reply.
I pull you up from the floor roughly, and begin to shove you down the hall to the bedroom. “And now, I’m going to claim that sweet little pussy of yours, slut,” I grunt into your ear from behind you.
Reaching the bed, I grab hold of your slim little dress and immediately rip it up off over your head, rendering you fully naked now, before I throw you down hard against the cold sheets. Rolling around onto your back, you look up to face me as I peel my shirt off and kick off my pants. “Wait,” you beg me. “You’re gonna use a condom right?” you plead.
Launching myself onto the bed and on top of you, I pin down both your arms to the bed and entwine my legs against yours to keep you from moving. “No. I wanna feel your tight wet cunt on my bare cock. And when I cum, I’m going to fill you up so full… like the cum-dump of a slut you are,” I threaten.
“No, please!” you plead. “I’m not on bir —”, you’re cut off by the hard quick thrust of my cock deep into your cunt. You can feel your walls clamp down hard against my big cock as you scream out at the suddenness of my entry.
Placing a hand over your mouth I silence you. “I know. Guess you’ll just have to hope you don’t get pregnant, you dirty little slut.” Crying, you lay there trivially trying to fight me as I thrust myself into you again and again, pounding your cunt hard and deeply. You can feel your pussy lips grip my shaft wetly as I sink myself in and out of you, seeming to pull and draw me in deeper and deeper with every subsequent pump.
My hand uncovers your mouth and slides down to your throat. I begin to choke you tightly as my pace quickens and I slam into you harder. You can’t help but moan in bliss of the oblivion inducing fuck I’m giving you, and fail to even notice as your legs have slowly begun to wrap themselves tight around my ass. Your fingers grip the sheets vehemently with white knuckled lunacy as your eyes roll back into your head and you scream in replete ecstasy. You begin to feel light-headed and dizzy on the verge of fainting as an orgasm floods over your body. Groaning, you can feel me tense inside of you. My pace quickens harder and faster, you can feel as the headboard slams against the wall with every thrust until the whole room is awash with the clamor of your “rape”.
Finally, with an exuberant growl, I thrust myself as deep into your cunt as my cock will reach, and I being to pulsate inside of you as I unload wave after wave of my seed awash against your cervix. You cum again at the feeling of me claiming your pussy, and only slowly then begin to realize how hard you’d pinned me inside you with your legs.
I collapse on top of you as we both gasp and pant and puff, trying to collect our breath and our sanity. A few long moments go by until finally I draw myself from you, spilling out a gush of cum from deep inside you, as I roll over and outstretch myself on your bed.
“Get what you needed?” I ask.
Still red-faced and on the verge of fainting, it’s all you can do to nod and mumble “yes, master, thank you.”
“Good. I’ll be off then if you don’t need me. Wouldn’t do to keep your ‘rapist’ around now would it?” I laugh, as I draw myself up off the bed and begin cleaning myself off and getting dressed.
I plant a soft, deep kiss on your lips, briefly entwining my tongue with yours before retreating and heading out the door.
Panting and heaving on the bed slowly, you eventually recover yourself before heading to the kitchen. _Good thing I didn’t buy anything frozen_ you muse, as you begin to prep your dinner, like any other night.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cz20no/reluctance_mf_rapekinkcnc
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