This fictional story contains significant non-consensual sexual encounters and repeated depictions of a raped woman who desires her (multiple) attacks. Please do not proceed if this type of fiction is not for you. This story is not intended to depict any actual person(s), living or dead. This story is submitted for publication at Literotica but hasn’t been approved at the time of publishing. It was inspired by some posts in /r/rapekink so if that isn’t your cup of tea, then maybe skip this one.
Transcript Begins
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G: Max! There you are, sit down man, thanks for stopping in.
M: George, what’s up. You know I don’t come into town much. What the fuck do you want?
G: Just to catch up man! The wifes been a bitch lately and the goddamn kids keep me running all over town. Why do I need a special reason just to have a quiet night with an old friend. What? Why you looking at me that way? Ok, fuck, maybe I could use a top-up.
M: Shut the fuck up George. I’m not gonna talk about that shit with you, not here.
G: Ok, ok! Sit back down man, no worries! Just have a beer with me, ok? Oh, shit! There’s that trailer again! That new movie looks crazy good. Who’d have thought a tiny bitch like that could kick ass?
M: I could have told you. She lived with me for almost a year.
G: What the fuck! How the fuck did you spend time with a movie star? You’re just fucking with me.
M: You want to hear the story or not? Ok, then shut the fuck up and drink your beer. We met in November two years ago and the last I saw of her until this movie was the following August.
G: What the fuck? I never saw you with a girl like her?
M: You don’t exactly invite me over for cookouts George, but if you’ll just shut the fuck up and listen I’ll tell you. So a little shit named Alex owed me a couple hundred bucks so I went to the shack the little fuck was living in. The door was locked so I kicked the door in and then slapped it shut after I stepped in. The little tweaker had stood up but I pushed him back onto his couch and demanded my money. I knew he didn’t have it – he’d been using instead of selling – so I was getting ready to beat some of it out of his ass. Then he offered up a blowjob from his girlfriend. I looked across the room and this little girl was curled up in the corner wishing she was anywhere but there. She was so little I thought she was a kid at first but when I stood her up I realized she was older than she looked. Typical tweaker, she was skinny as a rail and fucked up on my meth. I tossed her onto Alex’s lap and face fucked her right on top of her boyfriend. While I sprayed her face with my cum I realized Alex had his fingers jammed in her pussy and the little cunt was cumming. I smacked his face and he swore up and down that Chloe liked being pushed around. I didn’t care, I was done with his skinny ass.
I don’t know why but I grabbed the little cunt and told Alex I’d be back tomorrow for my money. I tossed her into my car and started driving back to my house. We hadn’t gotten two blocks when she tried to bolt but I grabbed her and kept hold until we got out to my place.
G: Fuck. Were you already out at your Grandpa’s old place?
M: Yeah, I’d been there for a while already. So I dragged her in and pushed her into the bathroom off the spare bedroom and told her to strip down and shower and to not try to run. I shut the door and pretended to walk away. Inside of 15 seconds I heard her moving shit so I popped the door open and grabbed her off the toilet while she tried to push the window open. I tossed her onto the floor of the bedroom and grabbed a hanger out of the closer. I stripped down her pants while she tried to get away from me. I striped her ass and thighs with the hanger until she stopped fighting and just just laid there sobbing. I told her any time she tried to run I’d cane her worse than last time. I finished stripping her and pushed her back into the shower. She dropped to the floor of the shower and looked pitiful but once I turned on the water and tossed her a washcloth she finally got up and cleaned herself up.
Once she was toweled off I pulled her into my bedroom. She started to get onto the bed but I told her to stand up. I pulled out my BDSM gear and she started to freak again, but I just grabbed a heavy belt and pushed her face down onto the bed and strapped it around her waist. I locked the buckle to a chain and pulled her back to the other bedroom where I locked the other end of the chain around the radiator. I made sure there was enough chain to get her into the bed and to the bathroom and told her to get some rest. The little bitch was drained and starting to come down from the meth but if looks could have killed I’d have been dead right there.
G: What the fuck? You chained her up like a dog?
M: You’ve never seen a strung out tweaker. That’s worse than an animal. I heard her thrashing and yelling and begging most of the night but I just left her alone. The next morning I looked in at her. The bed was trashed and she was curled up on the floor in her own puke. She looked up at me and started begging for meth. She was promising me a fuck, a blowjob, money, I could smack her around, anything. I told her to get in the shower and she started screaming at me, telling me to give her her fucking meth. So I started whipping her. So there we are, me whipping her, she’s screaming and covered in puke, until she finally started dragging herself to the bathroom and got in the shower. I turned the water on her and she just lay in the bottom of the shower for about 15 minutes while I cleaned up the puke and put the bed back together with clean sheets. When the water turned off I helped her dry off and got her under the covers and she curled up shivering like a drowned rat. I didn’t pay much attention the night before but in the daylight you could see how hard the meth had been on her – you know, wasted away to almost nothing from too much crank and not enough food.
G: So what are you now? Social services? What the fuck, man?
M: Stick with me man. There was a method to the madness, although it didn’t turn out the way I thought it would. So I came back later with some oatmeal and water and she tried to eat some but threw it up and went back to bed. I got her to keep down some water though. She had another rough night but when I went in the next morning she got into the shower without a fight and she kept down the oatmeal. That gave her a little energy so that night she started begging for meth again, but cagey like, not as desperate. I got the whip and she tried to fight me but I whipped her until she was crying on the floor so I just left here there and closed the door. The next morning she ate more and still looked like shit but didn’t ask for meth and kept herself cleaned up. By the afternoon she was sitting around without a stitch on but the belt and talking with me. I got up and took out my cock to get some and she just screamed “Fuck no!” and tried to get away from me. I don’t know why but I just grabbed her, threw her down and started to finger bang her to get her wet. Her ass was up in the air and my hand was pushing her neck down onto the bed and I’ve never had a womans pussy slick up like hers did. I swear I’d hardly touched her and she was wet as fuck. So I slammed my cock home and used her like a cumrag. She just lay there and took it, and when I finished cumming in her she curled up and I walked out. I heard the shower later but when I brought her dinner she didn’t say shit, just kept her blanket pulled up to her chin.
G: What the fuck? She liked it or something?
M: Or something. Anyway, after another day or two of pretty much the same thing I made her start exercising with me. You know I take that shit seriously so I started her up easy, but made it clear this was her job. I’d gotten her some clothes when I was in town so she wasn’t naked but she might as well have been. Anyway, the exercise helped with her detox and she got a real appetite and we started hanging out more, you know, watching tv, cooking, working out, whatever. I still left her chained up most of the time but I started to give her a little freedom when we were in the same room. I had to leave her when I had to do my runs and stuff but it seemed like she would just work out more or watch TV. We got into a pattern where she’d start flirting and flashing more and more. Then I’d grab her and try to kiss her or squeeze her tit and she’d go nuts. I’d push her down and fuck her or facefuck her or bang her ass, then she’d go clean up and be quiet for a day or two. I figured that’s just how she liked it, and I kind of liked it too.
G: That seems really fucked up Max. So what the fuck were you doing this for anyway?
M: Shut the fuck up George. I told you I’m getting to it. But I gotta tell you this part first. So we’re about a month into this and I figure I’ve got to find out if she’s gonna try to bolt on me so I set it up. We’d just finished working out and she was still off her chain and I pretended to get an emergency call and bolted out of the house. I grabbed the LeMans and sprinted down the road but cut back on the dirt bypass and was hiding in the bushes near the end of my driveway. Well it was about 10 minutes later when she must have decided I’d really forgotten so she bolts out the door and jumps in the Mustang. I’d left the keys on the counter so I knew she’d try for it. She starts down the driveway hard and I step out of the bushes, probably 100 yards away. I saw her eyes George. She zero’d in on me like a fucking laser. And then she floors the gas. You know, there’s ditches on both sides there so she was 100% gonna pop me with my own car and keep going. So I hit the remote ignition cutout I had in my hand and the car stopped about 10 feet from me. She was out the door and running before that but I was still faster than her then and I slammed her into the ground when I tackled her. I tossed her over my shoulder and dragged her back to the house while she tried her best to beat me up and scream my ears bloody. I got my cane and stripped down her lycra shorts and whipped her ass and thighs bloody. At the end she wasn’t even making a sound, just laying there gasping while I rammed my bloody cock up her ass and pumped her full of cum. I locked her back up and went and cleaned myself up.
G: Jesus Max. What the fuck!
M: Don’t worry about her George. She was gasping because she was fucking cumming like the little cunt she was. Anyway, we went back to the old rules for about a week and then she turns to me in the kitchen – locked to the radiator, by the way – and says “I get it now. I’ve got it pretty good here and you need me around here for something more than getting off once in awhile. I know you’ll keep me locked up for a while but I won’t try to run again.” Then she goes back to making a salad. Anyway, I kept an eye on her but I started giving her more time without the chain and she kept her word. She didn’t try to bolt. She started working out even harder than I did and I helped her with her diet and shit. She really started firming up well. She started making dope runs with me and we’d do errands into town together and she didn’t try to run or rat me out or anything. But I stopped letting her bait me. I had to figure out what was up with her and sex so even when she’s flashing her pussy or rubbing up against me I refuse to take the bait and bang her. So it was after about two weeks of no sex when she comes into the kitchen. I’ve finished my breakfast and am just sitting there drinking my coffee with my dirty plate in front of me. She’s wearing a tiny mesh top that hides nothing and that’s it. I can even smell her wet pussy. I just ignore her and she comes over and stands next to me and starts fingering her pussy, dipping her finger in and stroking her clit. I look up at her and said “Ask for my cock.” She fucking GOES OFF. She’s slapping at me, saying shit like, “I’d never ask for your limp dick in a million years you cumsucking faggot.” She shoves my plate off the table and lays back, spreading her pussy open and fingerbanging herself. “You’ll never see the inside of this cunt again you little bitch!” So I stood up and popped her right in the belly.
G: You mother fucker!
M: Ah, get off your high horse dickbreath. It wasn’t hard, just enough to knock the wind out of her. So she flops back, eyes wide, mouth going like a fish while she tries to get her diaphragm working again and I whip out my cock and ram it home. And she’s fucking cumming instantly. She’s gasping from getting hit and from cumming and she can’t get ahead of the thing and I see her eyes roll back and she has The. Hardest. Fucking. Orgasm. Ever. She fucking passes right the fuck out but she’s breathing again so I finish banging the fuck out of her limp body and fill her pussy up with a load of cum. Then I pulled my pants back up and started cleaning up the mess. I was at the sink when she gave a little gasp as she woke up. She got herself up from the table and went back to her room. I wiped the puddle of cum up off the table and we went back to the old way. She’d bait me and when I felt like getting off I’d grab her and bang whatever fuckhole I felt like. She never said another word about any of it.
G: God damn. What a fucked up thing Max.
M: Ha! Like you’ve got anything to say about it. You cheat with any coke whore who’ll spread for you while you pretend to be all white bread with little wifey. How many brats do you have now George? Three? If you’re such a fine upstanding man why don’t you tell your little housewife to open up her asshole for a few lines like the whore you hit up last night did? At least that way you wouldn’t knock her up again.
G: Geez, Max, settle down! I’m just saying it sounds fucking intense.
M: You know, you can get used to anything. So anyway, by now we’re about three months into this and things have settled down. Chloe is getting fucking built – I mean, a total fucking hardbody. She sees me working the bags so she wants to learn how to fight. We start with the bags, then we’re using the pads, and inside a month we’re sparring. She was a fucking natural and god damn, when she went off the leash she was fucking dangerous. But anyway, one day I tell her we’re heading into the city. “What for?” she says. “Getting your tits.” was my response. She didn’t bat an eye, just got ready and we drove to a plastic surgeon. He was a sometimes customer for coke, sometimes referrer for steroids, but he was good. He and Chloe talked me down from D’s to some solid C’s and they were right. She’s so tiny that D’s would have looked stupid, but she had those kind of floppy B cups before and the implants filled them out perfect. Plus she had these rock star nipples that looked great perched on those little globes. Anyway, those take about a month to heal, and it’s summer now so she’s outside tanning naked and she fucking looks so good. This is when we got her teeth fixed up too so now if you’d tried to match her up with the skanky meth whore I started with you’d never have recognized her.
G: Ha. You’re own little pygmalion.
M: Fuck you George, I passed english lit too. So anyway, this is when it all starts to come together. One day I toss her the keys to the Le Mans and I said to go audition at the State Line Gentlemens Club. “What the fuck, Max? All this so I can dance for titty money?” I figured she was too god damn smart to go in without knowing the full story so I gave it to her.
“Look,” I said, “I’m trying to put together a big deal but to make that happen I need a big nut. More than I’m ever going to make from the small time shitbags I’m running. So I want you to get the job and start hanging out with whoever is handling the money there. You let them think you’re a stupid bimbo so you can find out how I can grab their cash and then we’re gonna be set.”
“We?” she asked. “I don’t want any part of getting chased by those murderous mother fuckers.”
“No, it’s not like that. You won’t get connected with it, and when I take the jack they’ll never have seen me before. And if you get me good intel the whole thing will go down clean.”
She just looked at me funny, like she knew it was gonna go to shit, and nodded. “Ok, I’ll go.”
So she goes and of course they hire her and she starts dancing 4 nights a week. She made good money at it too. She’d come home all horny and flashing her cash and I’d throw her down and bang her and take half of it. I knew she was stashing away more but I didn’t try to bust her for it. I kept asking her for details on how they moved the money but she said they didn’t let the girls close to it but she was working on it. She got some hints and then some details and I was finally getting enough for a plan to start coming together but to keep my angle going I couldn’t go anywhere near the place. Finally the big week arrives. There’s a big farm show in town and the strip club was going to be full all week so I told Chloe that it was going down Sunday am when they ran the deposit to the bank.
“No! I told you, they hold the big money until Monday when the bank is open. Mickey doesn’t trust the night drop on the big weeks.” I shrugged, and she went to work Saturday night and I never saw her again. Until she showed up in that movie trailer.
G: What. The. Fuck. So she cut you out?
M: Yeah, pretty much. The next day there was a blurb on the news that a bouncer had disappeared with a bunch of money and the cops never found any of it. Too bad, kinda. That guy was pretty solid – 20 years at the club, three kids, completely sober. But Chloe got under his skin and I guarantee you he’s rotting in a ditch somewhere that he’ll never be found.
G: What the fuck Max? Why the fuck would you tell me this shit? Now I gotta walk around knowing about this shit? About this skank putting one over on you and now she’s a goddamn movie star? Are you fucking crying dude?
M: I told you ‘cause I kinda had to tell someone, and I knew you’d never, ever tell a fucking soul. Isn’t that right Georgie? And I’m not crying you fuck, it’s just smokey in here. I gotta fucking go.
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The preceding was transcribed from an audio tape that was recorded by George Tewksbury. George had been arrested for embezzlement and cocaine possession and was acting as an informant to get evidence on Max Rokatanski who managed the bulk of illegal drug distribution in the Norbury area. This audio tape was discovered in his desk drawer after his wife reported his disappearance and presumed death. It appears this conversation preceded his death by about two months. It was never turned into police despite it’s evidence of criminal actions by Rokatanski.
Max Rokatanski was found dead in his home shortly before Tewksburys disappearance so he was never a suspect. Rokatanskis body was found grossly mutilated however the coroner found that all mutilation had occurred post mortem. The killer or killers had repeatedly caned and whipped the body and had cut off the penis and stuffed it into the corpses mouth, but to all appearances Max Rokatanski had died a peaceful death in his own bed.
The house was ransacked and a fire was lit, apparently in an attempt to destroy evidence and to make the event appear as if it was a burglary. But the odd condition of the body argues for a more complex motive.
We issued an inquiry with the actress mentioned on the tape. Liv Fires agent responded that Ms. Fires had been on a three month retreat in Ecuador “getting centered” after wrapping up production on her premier movie. The retreat center in Ecuador confirmed that she had arrived for an uninterrupted three month stay before the events above had transpired.
Detective Lansing
Evergreen State Police
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Chloe sighed and flipped closed the folder. She looked down at the mini audio tape in her other hand, then flipped it into the firebowl in front of her which was filled with burning logs and glowing embers. As the audiotape curdled into a plastic blob and burst into greasy, smoky flames she leaned forward and tucked the folder between two logs and lay back. As the pages scorched black and started to blaze she stared out at the sun approaching the horizon off the Malibu coast. She heard the door open behind her and checked the papers again to make sure they were just ash.
“What’s that babe? Some crappy script?” asked Jack as he came and sat beside her.
“Yeah, just a crappy story no one wants to hear told.”
“Well, if anyone could make a story good it’s you baby. With the buzz that Live Fire is getting you are the hottest thing in Hollywood. And the fact that you fixed the script and got gross points is on the wind now. You are writing your own ticket.
Chloe leaned back into Jacks shoulder, still watching the sunset. He put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder. “Hey, maybe we could, you know, go inside and fool around a little?” Chloe smiled and said “No, I just want to cuddle a little,” and adjusted her position by putting her elbow on his hip and shifting her weight. Her elbow slipped into his crotch. “Ugghhhhh! Fuck, careful babe! That fucking hurts.”
“I’m sorry babe, it was an accident.” Chloe smiled.
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Epilogue:
It was about 3pm when I pulled into the driveway and saw the car. It wasn’t anything special. Didn’t look like a cop. No one I knew. But I pretty much knew who it was. I entered the kitchen and she was sitting at the table, drinking a glass of water. There was another across the table from her. I sat down and took a sip. She’d gotten her nose done, and something about her cheekbones and jawline was different, but it was subtle. She looked great.
“Hi Chloe.”
“Hi Max.”
She had muscle with her, but one glance made it clear this guy was the real deal. This wasn’t a Hollywood bouncer, this guy was special forces something. Trained to kill, and experienced to boot. I was a skilled amateur in violence but I knew he could take me without breaking a sweat.
“It doesn’t have to go this way Chloe,” I started.
She sighed. “Yes, it does. You’re a bad man, Max. And you make bad life choices. I’m a deep fucking well now Max, and I’m gonna be a lot deeper soon. So one day, even if you promise yourself you’ll never do it, you’re going to want to dip your bucket in. And I can’t live with that.”
I looked out the window. I took a long drink of the cool water. “You’re going to need to talk to George Tewksbury. I told him.”
Chloe sighed again and said, “Sergei, could you wait outside please?” The killer didn’t say a word, just walked out the door. I knew he wasn’t going far. “Is it going to hurt, Chloe?”
“No Max, it won’t hurt. Despite how it all went down, I’ve never hated you. You helped me, and I am grateful to you for that.”
I got up. “Can we do it upstairs? I think I’d like to lie down.” I went up to my bedroom and stripped down because I was pretty sure that was how it needed to go. Chloe just watched, and after I laid down she sat down on the bed next to my hip. She put her hand on my chest and looked at me for awhile. I remembered her eyes and saw something in them now I’d never seen in our time together. It was pretty. She leaned down and whispered as her lips brushed mine. “Goodbye, Max.” And I could only think, as my mind faded into blackness, “Our first kiss.”
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Too much ‘fuck”
Memorable. Movie material