Fun, but harmless. (Part 2. Warnings: noncon, abuse.)

(Warning: noncon, abuse. First part can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uh3t6b/fun_but_harmless/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf). Thanks to everyone who responded/messaged/threatened, hadn’t intended on writing a followup otherwise so this wouldn’t have happened without you. Feedback always welcome!)

There’s a certain type of man that thinks that they’re entitled to you just because you’re small and Asian and female. They’re everywhere. Uni, grad school, the white-collar workplace. I’d never gone out with any of them, but I’ve ran into plenty over the course of life. Some were colleagues I’ve worked with, some were students I’ve taught, others were bosses or supervisors.

But none had ever managed to have me gagged and ziptied to my own bed before.

I thought he was going to just rape me. Unzip his pants, take out his cock, shove it into my waiting cunt. I was wet enough for it, thanks to my traitorous body.

But the knife flashed in his hand once again, and darker thoughts flashed through my mind. The fingers of his other hand yanked the gag from my mouth.

“Please,” I whispered. The last thing I needed to do was to piss off my knife-wielding rapist by speaking too loudly. “You don’t need to do this. I promise, I won’t call the police, I won’t even-”

“Password.” His voice was low and gravelly – unidentifiable. I blinked at him, my mind still disoriented from my rude awakening. What password? Then he held up my phone, the Reddit app’s login screen glaring a blinding white in my eyes.

Oh. That password.

“I’ll pay you.” I knew I was babbling at this point. I knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn’t money. But what else was I supposed to do? What else could I offer him? “How much do you want? I still have a-”

The man shifted, and something blunt and unyielding pressed against my exposed sex. The tread of his boot sank between my parted folds silently – he didn’t press down hard, but he didn’t need to. I whimpered, testing my bonds for a brief second before falling still again.

“Look, it was a mistake. I was just having fun. I’ll delete my account. Just let me -Mmmpph….” His boot pressed a little harder, and my mind blanked.

“Password.” The word sounded exactly the same the second time, as if he’d expected to have to repeat himself.

“…pleaseruinme…” I whispered, closing my eyes as if that would stop the flush of red from spreading across my cheeks. I heard the tap-tap-tap of his thumb across the screen and a chuckle before he finally put the phone down.

“That’s a good girl,” said the man as he finally returned his attentions to me, and my pussy throbbed under his boot. The only thought that formed into anything remotely coherent was something along the lines of *oh, fuck.*

Something whirred to life with a buzzing hum, and my eyes flew open in time to watch his boot be replaced by what I could only describe as an industrial-grade vibrator. I’d never seen a Hitatchi in real life, but they couldn’t all actually be this big, could they?

Then it made contact with that place between my legs, and I forgot to breathe. I forgot all about the phone leaning against my bedside lamp, lens angled directly at my supine form, or that I was being held captive in my own bedroom. My hips bucked up from the mattress wildly, and I came dangerously close to biting straight through my tongue as my teeth clenched together in a vain effort to stifle a scream. It was as if someone had forced an orgasm straight into my core, shoving it past all the usual niceties to ram it home.

But it never came home. I writhed against the vibrator, grinding against it with pathetic desperation, waiting for the climax that approached with all the inevitability of a tidal wave…until it didn’t. I gasped as the source of pleasure disappeared, replaced by an aching emptiness. “Wha…please…no…just a little…”

So when he finally lowered himself onto me, pants unbuckled and fly wide open to reveal a cock as long as my forearm, all I did to resist him was spread my legs a little wider. My thoughts were a jumbled mess – horrified screams intermingled with needy begging, shock and disbelief coupled with an awful, awful curiosity. My conscious mind was left adrift, either unable or unwilling to process the reality I was in.

So my rapist did it for me.

I’d known I was wet. I didn’t realize just how wet I was until he shoved his first few inches into me. My innermost walls clenched around him as if in welcome, gladly accepting the invader into my own body. A shock of satisfaction lanced through to my very core, and no matter what reservations or shame or objections I might’ve had about being a victim of rape melted away. For a moment, I even wished I wasn’t tied down so I could wrap my legs around him and bring him closer. Then he pushed his cock into me a few inches deeper, and I couldn’t stop myself.

“Ohhhhh…”

We both knew what that sound meant. I could see it in his eyes. That was the sound of me being reduced to my basest parts, the parts that didn’t care about my career or my empowerment or anything other than being a tight, warm, willing hole for him to fuck. The pleasure from the vibrator had primed me perfectly – I was needy and eager and aching for something to replace it, and the only thing I could feel towards him now was gratitude. Gratitude for filling me so completely, for giving me what I needed, for making the world make sense.

But he kept going, more of his cock sliding into me by the second. His pace was slow but not gentle – he wasn’t doing this for my pleasure. He just wanted to revel in his victory over me, and to watch me recognize it. By the time he bottomed out, I was reduced to a quivering mess. My mouth worked soundlessly, my lips parted in a trembling o as he began to really fuck me. His cock pistoned in and out of me without any regard for my pleasure or well-being, his pace slowly increasing from exploratory to possessive until I was gasping for breath, my modest chest heaving with exertion. I had no room left for thoughts in my head – only pure, mindless, submissive pleasure.

He slapped me, full force palm against cheek. It was guaranteed to bruise by morning. I moaned. “Tell me what you are,” he grunted.

“I’m a slut,” I whispered, the last of my cognition working frantically.

It wasn’t enough. He slapped me again. “What are you.”

“I’m your slut,” I gasped, trying to pull myself together enough to please him. “I’m your rapeslut.”

His next slap landed across my tits, and I spasmed against his cock. “Try again.”

“I’m a pathetic rapeslut that needs to be fucked and abused.” It was embarrassing just how much my pussy just fucking gushed at that. I could hear the wet sounds of his hips pushing against me, of his manhood claiming me. “Please…please…”

He must’ve been happy enough with that, as he took the phone in his hand instead of striking me again. The lens seemed to smirk at me as it took in my entire body – slim and slender and naked for all to see. “Say it again.”

I looked directly into the camera, knowing just how many people would be watching it. Saving it. Reposting it. Nothing ever disappears from the internet. If he decided to post it, my life would be guaranteed to be ruined.

“I’m a pathetic rapeslut that needs to be fucked and abused.” I spoke each word as slowly and deliberately as I could before I climaxed harder than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

When I woke up, I hoped I’d been dreaming. That nothing had actually happened, that my cunt and breasts and face were just sore and aching for no good reason at all. The wet stickiness that flooded from my lower lips was just the byproduct of my long dry spell that remained unbroken.

Then I opened my phone to find a draft of a Reddit post. A short video clip titled “who I really am.” Oddly enough, my face had been kept out of frame, even if nothing else had. I swallowed at the sight of that massive bitch-breaker of a cock actually entering me. It was just a draft – nothing had been posted or made publicly visible yet. But it was under my account all the same. The ‘submit’ button glared at me, daring me to press it.

A text message appeared from an anonymous number.

*You post your version or I post mine.*

In that moment, I had a sinking, spiraling feeling. That everything was out of my hands, and that my life was no longer my own. His version wouldn’t have my face cropped out of it. It wouldn’t only be thirty seconds long. I had no choice in the matter.

That’s what I told myself as I pressed submit and pretended that my cunt wasn’t dripping wet already.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/um3vs0/fun_but_harmless_part_2_warnings_noncon_abuse

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