Tease
He originally friended her over something innocent. A shared love for a video game. He was looking for other active players and she was among a group of new friends he found.
Oh but the weird, wonderful socializing that is social media. She liked all of his posts, he found himself liking all of hers. She would comment on a lot of things, heart react to his replies and his comments on her things.
One day she posted her snapchat and soon they were talking daily. Mostly she just snapped pictures at him and they chatted thru there, occasionally he would snap her something innocuous.
Then the snaps from her got a bit more daring, a bit more sexy. Eventually she just asked him, he wanted to see more of her. He couldn’t believe his luck.
He found himself unable to think about much else, his heart racing everytime he saw a notification on his phone from her. They had flirted a bit, about possibly going on a date, but even though she was very much initiating things, she never seemed to actually agree to a real date.
He found himself growing more and more frustrated by her teasing. He even asked her, is she just teasing him?
She sent a laughing emoji and replied, “ of course, teasing is too much fun :P”
That was his breaking point.
He got angry. Angry at her for catching his attention. Angry at her for flirting so aggressively, like a dirty fucking whore. Angry at her for shamelessly admitting to teasing him, never having any intention of going further. And he was most angry about the fact he still wanted her. Fucking tease!
So he made a plan.
She was dumb enough to never bother to be cautious with him. She was confident and secure, in the idea that he was probably just another beta male. Just another guy she could tease endlessly and keep hanging around on a leash. He wasn’t a threat to her.
Thru general conversation, he already knew exactly where she lived. They had met in a local gaming group afterall. She lived with a roommate, who traveled a lot. She was alone a lot, something she posted about often. He also noticed that her teasing was always extra aggressive on nights she was alone.
Probably because the dumb cunt couldn’t stop being a whore long enough to actually settle down with a real man.
At first he was stumped on how exactly to get into her place, it being a relatively nice high rise apartment but then he realized that he would just simply show up. He wasn’t a threat afterall……the fucking bimbo would probably just let him right in.
And that’s exactly what he did. He waited until she posted about how lonely (woe is her!) she would be with her roommate being out of town for a whole week then watched her snapchat. As soon as she started sending her slutty pictures, seeing that she was in her bedroom, he went to her apartment.
It wasn’t too late, only about 10 at night. He brought along a bottle of her favorite liquor and some take out. Cunts like her can never resist presents. Of course the liquor was actually a special type of liquor. Liquor he made just for her. Well rather, he injected a heavy sedative into the bottle.
He knocked on her door and waited. He purposely dressed as plain as possible. Well worn polo shirt, loose jeans, slightly scuffed sneakers. Non-threatening beta male.
He heard her call out, asking who it was even though there was a peephole……..did the stupid bitch not even recognize him?!
“Danny! Hey Kitty, it’s Danny! I…uh….saw your post….about, you know, being alone. Thought I’d bring over your fave liquor and take out!” He purposefully stuttered over his words, appearing to be nervous. He grinned like an idiot at the door and held up the liquor.
He heard a muffled squeal of delight before the door was thrown open. She stood before him, in a skimpy pj set, cami top and shorts. He immediately could tell she had on no bra, her large breasts bouncing at she clapped her hands in excitement.
“Oh my god! Danny!! Like, it took me a minute to recognize you! Oh my god, this is SO NICE!” Her voice was high and everything was spoken with a obvious exclamation point at the end. He ground his teeth in irritation and stepped forward, surprised at how much shorter she actually was in real life.
“Can…I…uh…could I come in?” He bowed his head, looking up at her hopefully. She fell for it.
She moved to the side, to signal for him to come in. “Oh my god, yes! Yes please! This is just so awesome of you, like I can NOT believe you did this!”
She even touched his back as he walked past her into her apartment’s living room. She bounced after him, on her tiptoes, as if she was trying to be taller.
“Like I can’t believe it you!” She chattered at him, showing him to the kitchen and pulling out glasses and plates.
She never paused in her endlessly, idiotic yammering as she plated up the take out and poured them both large glasses of the liquor. He had purposefully overdosed the liquor, in the hope that only one glass would be needed.
After all, he didn’t want her completely out. He wanted her aware of everything he was going to do to her.
He just smiled, nodding at everything she said, not hearing a word of it. She was just as dumb as he expected her to be. She didn’t seem even the slightest bit worried about the fact that a basically total stranger was in her living room late at night. A male stranger who was twice her side. She really thought she was safe.
They sat down on her couch and she turned on some background EDM type music, fast beat and heavy bass. He almost wished she would just crank it to drown out her incessant rambling. The only time she stopped talking was to gulp down the liquor.
She barely touched her food and everytime she took a sip of her drink, he couldn’t help but smile. She sat near him, her bare legs crossed, her knee touching his. She twirled her long dark hair and ignored the strap of her top as it slid down a slim shoulder.
She was just as much of a tease in real life!
Suddenly, her words started to slow. She started to slump a bit more, leaning back into the couch, her eyes fluttering.
“Oh wow, like…..this stuff…is like, hitting me kinda hard…..” She motioned with her almost empty cup at him.
She settled back even further, mumbling as her chin dipped towards her chest. He reached over and took the glass from her, setting it down on the table. She attempted to ask what was happening to her, but could barely form the words, her eyes barely open.
Then he stood up and loomed over her, bending down to put a hand on either side of her small frame. She sunk into the couch, eyes fluttering in alarm but unable to focus on him. He leaned in, his mouth near her ear.
“Kitty you’ve been a horrible, slutty little tease and its time for you to learn your place.” He growled then ripped at her flimsy cami, the thin straps breaking almost immediately. Her large, pale breasts bounced out as she attempted to turn away from him.
He grabbed her neck, with both hands, his rage taking over. He continued to growl as he squeezed her thin neck, shaking her almost limp body.
She tried to fight him off, the adrenaline from fear, fighting with the sedative. But even without the drug, she would have been no match for him. Her acrylic nails scratched uselessly against his hands that remained locked around her neck. She sputtered and kicked, her small feet hitting limply against his thighs.
He kept squeezing until she stopped fighting. He lifted her up by her neck, slowly pulling her off the couch, off her feet, until her closed eyes met his.
“Im going to show you exactly what happens to cunts who tease.” He growled, shaking her limp body one more time before tossing her back down to the couch.
He let her body fall backwards, her arms and legs going wide, bare breasts bouncing. She gasped and cried pitifully, sucking in precious air as much as the drugs would allow her. One hand weakly went to her sore throat, the other tried to cover her breasts.
He yanked at her shorts, tearing them off her body, not surprised to see she didn’t wear underwear.
“Of course a whore like you wouldn’t be wearing panties.” He scoffed at her but enjoyed the view, taking in the smooth, pale curves of her body and her bare little pussy.
“Please…please…you have to stop…please” She begged him, closing her legs in an attempt to shield herself, trying to scoot backwards away from him.
The rage welled up in him again and he jumped on her, straddling her hips, his hands grabbing her shoulders. He leaned in close and growled loudly in her face while shaking her, her head and breasts both bouncing.
“You have no right to beg, you stupid cunt! You asked for this!” He yelled, only an inch from her face. He watched tears leak from her tightly closed eyes, her hands trying to push against his chest.
He stopped shaking her and began to press her down into the couch, his hands braced against her slim shoulders. Pressing, pressing, pressing so hard she was sure both arms would snap off. She stuttered, a small scream all she could manage.
Looking down at her helpless form beneath him, he spit on her face, then slapped her with full force. She gasped, choking from the shock and pain.
That was when she began to cry hysterically. Hiccuping and panting, all fight left her. She stopped trying to push him off, trying to shield herself. She went totally limp beneath him, her eyes still shut tight as if she could just pretend hard enough this wasn’t happening.
He released the pressure on her, letting her small body bounce back up from the depths of the couch, while remaining straddled across her.
He was so hard, it was beginning to get painful for him and he would be damned if she was going to cause him anymore irritation.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock, then stood up long enough to shove a knee roughly between her legs. He yanked both legs up and open, momentarily placing them up across his chest and over his shoulders. She remained limp, like a doll beneath him.
Her lack of fight almost made him angry, all over again but not enough for him to stop. He was going to get his release first. More torment could come later.
He didn’t bother to rub her clit or even check to see if she was wet. He didn’t care one single bit about any possible pleasure she might be getting from this. He spit in his hand and rubbed it across the head of his dick before lining it up against her pussy, growling low as he felt the tip press against the tight opening.
He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs forward, basically bending her in half, until her knees were almost on either side of her head. It gave him a fantastic view of her tight pussy and terrified, defeated face.
Resting his weight on her bent body, he pressed his cock into her tight hole. He was momentarily slowed by how tight she was, tight and dry. Ah so apparently the whore wasn’t enjoying herself then.
Growling, he shoved forward, tearing into her savagely. At this, she gasped and momentarily started to fight again, trying to push him off with her legs, her head shaking against her own knees, her hands scrambling to find a part of him to push against.
He moaned loudly as he sunk the full length of his shaft into her pussy, grinning at the new wetness that he was sure was probably blood.
He began to jackhammer into her small body, only intent on using like the useless cunt she was. She was nothing but a warm cocksleeve for him.
He growled and grunted as he hammered into her, his hands like vices around her calves, the bruises from his grip already outlining his fingers in her pale skin.
Within moments, he was ready to cum. He pulled out, yanking her legs back with him as he stood up. She had gone limp again, crying and covering her face with her hands. She immediately tried to curl up into a fetal position, as if it was possible to protect herself from him.
He laughed and yanked her legs back towards him, then twisted, flipping her over to her belly. She moaned weakly, burying her face in the couch. He pressed her legs apart once again and lined his bloody cock up with her asshole. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking up head up and back.
He used his other hand to dip three fingers into her gaping pussy, getting them slick with her blood. He then used the blood to lube her tight little asshole.
As soon as he touched her asshole, she bucked, adrenaline once again giving her the will to fight. She tried to close her legs, to push off the couch, bucking back up against him.
He growled and yanked her head further back, shaking it as he gave her swift but brutal punch to the back. She gasped in pain and surprise, once again going limp. Her head hung limp from his grasp but he could feel her crying.
He lined up his bloody cock again, then yanked on her hair.
“I want to hear you scream, whore.” He growled then plunged his hard cock into her asshole.
Her scream was music to his ears, almost as blissful as the feeling of her asshole stretching around his cock. He had to press his full body weight forward before he could get his full length buried in her completely.
She screamed until she ran out of breath then screamed more. Finally, as he settled his full length inside her, he released his grip on her hair and braced himself on her back, his large hands pressing down on her shoulder blades.
He pressed until he could feel her chest hiccup and stop, the weight of him making it so she couldn’t breathe.
Then he began to fuck her ass, hammering himself inside of her while clawing at her pale back.
He could feel her struggling to breath, desperation and fear beating out the drugs, her hands trying to grasp at anything that could help her up.
He pressed harder, fucking faster, and when he felt her finally go fully limp, he buried himself deep and came, filling her up.
After his orgasm was over, he finally released the pressure on her, sitting back on his knees, his cock sliding out of her bloody asshole.
She gasped, desperately sucking in hair, her body convulsing in effort.
“Don’t think this is over, you stupid bitch. We’re just beginning.” He growled then started to laugh.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kqre7v/tease_forced_rape_mf