*Before I start the story, some disclaimers: This is my first erotic story, so it might not be very good. I’m writing this on mobile, so blame that for formatting errors. This story is a work of fiction; none of the events have actually transpired. And finally, this story will contain rape, mild violence, and threats of violence. Please don’t read it if any of that is going to be triggering to you or you’re uncomfortable with any of it.*
I always liked posting online. Tiktok, Instagram, Reddit… it didn’t matter as long as people saw my posts and I got that wonderful dopamine boost, all that attention I craved. I know to always be safe, of course, so I had some ground rules set for myself. Never say your real name. Never post with your location turned on. Never show your face. Never post from somewhere with recognizable landmarks. For a few years it worked great. All anyone saw online was my naked or half-naked body, and nobody complained.
But then a challenge started circulating on Reddit, making its rounds through all the NSFW subreddits. It seemed simple. Post a picture of yourself, naked, no face required, in your living room. Up against a window. The idea was that people could guess your location. Unsafe, I know. I avoided it for weeks. But one night I was drunk. And I figured it wouldn’t matter much, not like anyone would actually find me, so I joined in. The comments flooded in. Everything from Seattle to DC to Toronto. They were all wrong. Weeks passed. Nobody had even guessed my city, let alone my address. So when a DM showed up in my notifications, asking what a guy would get for finding me, I told him he could fuck me. Because he never would find me, right? Nobody had so far. He never replied to my message, and when I fell asleep a week later I had almost forgotten about it.
The feeling of my wrists being pulled behind me woke me. 2:47 AM, my alarm clock the only light source. I was still for a second too long, trying to process. That was my undoing. By the time I realized I should struggle, my hands were tied behind my back and I was helpless against this stranger, now standing over me. I couldn’t see his face, just a silhouette of a smile as he leaned down.
He said he’d been waiting for this for weeks, ever since I made that post. Told me to stay still or he’d make me. I scoffed at that, sure he wasn’t a real danger, and I kicked wildly. He stepped to the side as I did, and I only struck his stomach out of sheer luck. Still, he doubled over for a second, eyes flashing when he straightened up. His hand moved toward my throat, and I saw what he was holding too late. A knife, long and thin, the blade gleaming in the green light of my alarm clock.
I tried to pull back, but he pressed it closer when I did, breaking the skin the slightest bit and smirking at the trickle of blood. I told him I was sorry, that this was all a mistake. I didn’t mean for anyone to find me. He reached down, under the oversized t-shirt I slept in, and traced a finger up my thigh as he told me I wouldn’t have posted if I didn’t want this. I wouldn’t have told him he could fuck me.
I opened my mouth, almost told him I didn’t mean it, but the knife pressed closer. His hand was on my panties now, but he didn’t take them off. He pressed his thumb against where he knew my clit was, making me realize it was already throbbing. I was turned on by this. The realization made me recoil, try to shut my legs, but he shoved his knee between them as I started to move.
His voice was low as he told me he would slit my throat if I tried to do that again. I nodded, trying to keep myself as still as possible. My legs, though, I spread wider, relaxing as best I could. He moved his hand back between them, pressing his thumb on my clit again, through my panties. I gasped softly, disturbed that I was this turned on.
After a second more, I heard his pants unzip. Even in the darkness, I could see how massive his cock was, how much it would stretch me out. I shook my head, trying to whisper a no, but he yanked my panties off. I gasped at the cold air on my pussy, letting me know just how wet I was. It took him a second to push his cock into me, the head stretching my pussy as it went in.
I was impaled, almost unable to move my legs. He chuckled – actually chuckled! – and told me to stay still as he started thrusting. I did my best, but each thrust made my hips bounce, quiet moans starting to slip out of my mouth. I asked him to stop, but he slapped me across the face. Told me to shut up, so I did. He was going faster now, and I could feel my resolve unraveling. Was this even rape? Didn’t I want it, after all?
I felt his cock throb inside me, and I felt some of my pleasure replaced with worry. I told him I wasn’t on the pill, begged him to pull out, but he just smirked, pressing his thumb against my clit and letting my mind go blank as we both came. He slowly pulled out, letting his cum drip out of my pussy as I stared up at him in shock. He pulled the knife away from my throat, told me to stay still as he grabbed my thigh.
The knife bit into my skin, making tears spring to my eyes. I did my best to obey, to stay still, as I watched him carve letters into one thigh, then the other. Rapeslut. Cumdump. They weren’t carved deep, but they’d definitely take a week or two to heal. They’d be there to remind me of my place, of what he did to me.
He smiled almost gently, thanked me for staying still. Told me he would be back next week and I’d better be on the pill by then if I didn’t want to get knocked up. He untied my wrists, and then he was gone, my thighs still bleeding a bit and my pussy throbbing.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v04jwl/found_through_an_online_challenge_noncon_mf