*THIS STORY IS HEAVY ON RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE, CNC AND STALKING. ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND AS A RESULT OF MY HORNY IMAGINATION.*
I was walking through the park when I saw you again, Delilah. You had tight running leggings on and a sports bra covered by a tight workout jacket. Your trainers were laced up tight and your tied black hair was swinging behind you as ran. Your headphones were blasting music, I could hear the bass when you ran past.
*No, NO. I won’t fall in to this habit again.*
Without knowing, I had followed you. You stopped now, stretching, elongating those already delicious muscles. I’m close enough to hear your moan of satisfaction, when you stretch a particularly sore spot. I look around. Noone behind me. Noone in front of me. I smirk.
*No.* The little voice in my head shouts. I can’t hear it over my blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through me. My cock presses against my boxers.
I sneak in the bushes, stepping forward. _SNAP_ I freeze but your music is too loud, you didn’t hear it. I sigh and move forward, finding a clear area hidden by bushes. *Here* I think as I squat, waiting for you to run past. I don’t need to wait long. I can hear your ragged breathing as you run, looking up and keeping yourself upright. 1…2…3… NOW. I dart forward and grab your toned waist, pulling you in to the bushes, my other hand over your mouth. I grunt as you elbow me, struggling like your life depends on it. I don’t have my knife. Fuck. I fight to hold you, pinning you below me, my hand over your throat, pushing your face in to the damp mud.
“Stop.” I hiss at you, pulling your face up with your hair. You breathe hard, listening. You’re about to start begging. I can hear it. I sit on your back, keeping the air out of you. “This is what’s going to happen okay.” I yank your head back hard and you cry out in pain, whimpering. The sound goes straight to my cock. “I’m going to fuck you and if you behave, you can go. If not, I will crack your head open, like a coconut. Understand?” You nod. I mean, you can’t exactly say no now, can you?
I reach round and unzip your jacket, rubbing my hand over your nipple through the sports bra. You struggle under me. I know this is turning you on. You love nipple play D. I can feel it swelling against my hand, I pinch it, turning and tugging at it to hear your moans. I tug your head back harder and brush the front of your bra. There’s a zip there. I grin and unzip your sports bra, letting your tits free. You gasp as the cold air hits them, before you scream. I slam your head in to the mud. You groan and I tug your head back. There’s no blood but you’re out of focus. *Fuck*
I undo my belt and tie your hands behind your back, before rolling you on them, the tie forcing your chest out. I lick my lips. Your nipples have swollen from the cold. I pinch and play with them, rolling them to try and elicit sounds from you but you’re too out of it. I slap you. That seems to work as you snap back to reality. “Please, please, please.” You sob. I lean down and press my face in to your neck, biting the soft skin while my hands work your nipples. “Crying gets me so hard.” I whisper, thrusting my steel rod on your stomach to prove my point. I pull back and much to my amusement, you look terrified. Your eyes are huge and your mouth is pinched in fear. It’s a good look.
I lean back and rub you through your lycra. Oh… There’s no panties. I wink at you. You blush and turn your head to the side. I chuckle to myself as one hand works your nipple and the other one rubs your pussy. I can feel your wetness. I can see you fighting it. Your hips are moving slowly with my hand. You’re shaking your head. You’re torn between the pleasure I can give you and society’s rules. I slip my hand under your leggings. Oh… OH. You’re so wet. This turned you on way more than I thought. I look at you, one eyebrow raised in question. You shy away until I plunge two fingers straight in to you. You gasp and arch, pushing your hips in to my hand. I’m impressed. All I did was push my fingers in. I haven’t even started thrusting them but might as well. I crook my fingers and start to finger you as you wriggle with renewed vigour. I roll my eyes and move my hand from your now very swollen nipple to your cheeks, squeezing them hard. “Stop it.” I say, chastising you. Your head twitches and something wet lands on my face.
Oh. You just spat at me. Well…
I sit up slowly. Your eyes widen in fear. You know you’ve just pissed me off. I remove my fingers from your cunt. I wipe my face with a tissue in my pocket, all the while shaking my head. I place the tissue in the mud. I place my hand in the valley of your breasts and slowly drag it up to your neck. You tilt your head back instinctively. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. Hard. Your eyes bulge. Tears spring to them. You try to scream but nothing comes out. You struggle. I lean forward. “Piss me off again, and you don’t breathe again.” I tighten my grip to prove I’m not joking and release, letting you cough and splutter on yourself.
“I’m sorry.” You plead with me. I slip my hand back in, forcing three fingers in. You groan. “It hurts.” You whimper as I thrust them, forcing them in and out. You’re squirming under me as i force pleasure out of you. I crook them in you and start fucking you with them, my other hand joining your neck again. I lightly squeeze, not too hard. I need you to cum after all. I find a rhythm that has you moaning and whimpering under me, your lycra wet once again. I use my thumb to tease your clit and you throw your head back, moaning louder. Your hips are moving, meeting my fingers. I smile. You can’t help yourself, can you? Look at how wet you are. Your breathing is speeding up, getting shallower. I know you’re close. Your body is beginning to tremble. You look at me pleading and it’s then I realise I’m leaking through my joggers.
“Don’t cum.” I warn, removing my hand and pulling myself free. Your eyes widen at the sight of me. Well… I’m not small! I tug your lycra down with my other hand and shuffle down, leaving a trail of precum down your stomach before pushing my angry swollen dick between your soft lips, stretching you as I thrust in. I grunt. You scream as you unravel on my cock, your walls clenching me as I ram in to you, faster and deeper, prolonging your orgasm. You moan and shudder, your body quivering as I fuck your orgasm out of you, latching my lips on to your nipple as I feel my own building. I suck and bite and tease them as you thrash your head side to side from the pleasure no doubt taking over. I let go of your nipple and wrap my hand around your throat, squeezing as I fuck you. I feel my balls getting heavy, my orgasm close. You look at me, tears in your eyes and, combined with all the sensations of being in you, I explode, shooting my cum deep in to you. Arching my back as I continue to thrust in to you, cum violently shooting out of me and in to you. I keep thrusting, lost in my own bliss and pleasure as I rock in to your post orgasm body, losing the erection you gave me so quick. I keep rocking in to you, opening my eyes and looking down at you, too exhausted to do anything besides match my thrusts. The relaxed look on your face, combined with our juices and the sensation of you gripping my cock is enough to stir me back to life as I begin to fuck you hard. I watch as you wince, your mouth open to protest another round when I place my hand over your throat again. You go quiet. I smile then remove my hand. I feel myself swelling once again as I move on unison with your body, arching my back to force myself deeper in you. I watch as you moan, your eyes turning pleading, your body clenching my appendage as I find a rhythm that has your eyes fluttering. I lean down and lick your nipples, teasing them to give you as many sensations as possible. It’s when your eyes roll up in pleasure that I stop. Your eyes open and you glare at me.
“Why did you stop?” You pant as I rock ever so gently, keeping you on the edge of orgasm. Your eyes are so beautifully lined with lust and need.
“Beg me to let you cum.”
“Fuck you.” You say but you don’t really mean it. I can tell. You just want to cum and only I can do that right now.
“You are.” I smirk. “Now beg me.”
“No.” You say, defiant until I pull all the way out and ram in to you. You gasp and your eyes roll up.
“Beg. Me.” You’re pleading as I glare at you. That look almost makes me feral.
“Don’t make me say it.” you whimper, rocking your hips against me.
“Beg me!” I hiss, pulling out and pushing back in. You cry out, bucking your hips against me. You whine.
“Nooo”
“Fine. I’ll leave you here a needy mess.” I start to pull out.
“No! NO! Please. Let me cum.” I feel my cock twitch in you.
“More.” I say, slowly pushing back in.
“mmmm, let me cum please. Fuck! I need to cum. Please. Let me cum.” You whine, much to my amusement. I can feel you pulsing inside, gripping my cock.
“More.” I grab your nipples and pull them hard, eliciting a scream from you while still grinding.
“I’ll do anything.” You promise. “I’ll do what you want, just let me cum!” You plead. I smile.
“No.” I say, just to see what you’d do.
“Asshole. Let me cum!” You buck your hips against me in frustration. I roll my eyes jokingly and lean forward, pulling all the way out and ramming back in, leaning down to abuse your nipples. You scream as the sensations overwhelm you and I grip your throat. Your eyes widen and you orgasm, hard. Your walls clamp down on me and grip me tightly. I fuck you harder and deeper as my own orgasm explodes from me, drawn out by you. I feel my balls tighten as I shoot load after load, filling you so completely that some spills out on to the floor. I arch as I empty in to you, pleasure overloading my senses as you writhe beneath me, lost in your own orgasm. I slowly come down, panting and looking down at you. All sweaty and messy under me, still panting but mostly out of it. I pull out, a river of cum flowing out of you before standing on shaky legs. I watch you groan completely used.
Reality hits then.
*Fuck*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/st0ws6/jogger_cncrape_stalking_mf_begging_18_choking
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