You know you want this. You always enjoyed rougher sex. Both in porn and in person. Often looking up porn that had “goon” in the title. You loved the way the women were treated like mere things. Used, swapped and shared to other men. Worthless whores that only craved cock and cum. You got your strongest orgasams from the fantasies of being tied up and fucked. Only able to experience it fully just a small handful of times.
You know you wanted this. Nothing was as good as those few intense orgasams. You start looking up darker things. Reading and learning about your new, more depraved kinks. CNC, bimbofication and mind breaking. You hardly find porn the way you like it. Images on the internet hardly sate your desire and every video you watch leads you to the same conclusion. ‘You think you can take that and more’
You know you want this. You have been visiting the forums for about a month now. You watch the posts from other women attract the attention of men. You watch as they flock to the “rapebait” of those women. You read the threats in the comments that are left for her. You get excited thinking how you want those threats too. To be degraded to nothing but wet holes and how you’ll be thrown down to take cock for hours on end. It takes another month, but you give in.
You know you want this. With nervous hands you hit the post button and watch the upload icon. You let out a shaky breath as you realize you just posted your first ever nude online. It’s just your tits, no face can be seen. It takes 7 minutes to get your first like. 13 to get your first comment. It’s only “first”. 28 minutes go by, 9 likes and you get two comments back to back. “Nice tits” says one. “I want my dick between those ” is the other. Nothing special. You’ve seen these comments a dozen times on a dozen pictures. Yet you feel dizzy now, because this time was diffrent. This time, it was your tits they commented on. You were the one they wanted to fuck.
You know you wanted this. You posted again, and again you got the attention you wanted. You’ve gotten over 100 comments and threats on your pictures. Even posting once with your vibrator inside of you. You edge yourselve before you read the comments. You know it takes half an hour before getting good traction, and tonight was worth the wait. You start to play with yourself as you open your post again, ready to read all the dirty things these men are willing to do to you. A few women too.
You know you want this. You’re close to orgasam. You’ve been reading the new comments for an hour now. You need to cum so bad, but not yet. You want to read all the things that men want to do to you.. The most degrading, depraved, demeaning thing that could be done to you. You read through them all. Things like “I want to follow you home, break into your home and have you. Take you in ways that would break you. Have you become a cum craving cock whore. To teach you to serve your masters needs.”
You know you want this. You’re loving this, every post gets over 100 comments and your orgasams are amazing, but always on your own. You arnt interested in regular sex now. You crave the danger and excitement of rape and forced sex. You know your fantasy is dangerous, but that’s the joy of it. You’ve found the forums that hosted meet ups. ‘Like tinder for rape sluts’ was the tag line of your favorite one. Your fingers are shaking, just like that first time you posted so long ago. So, on your burner account, you hit the post button. You’re taking the plunge and committing to this, posting for a result near you. You’ll be talking to the one that can best get your interest in your DMs. You then get up and walk away. You don’t even have the nerve to check it for 20 minutes. When the anxiety finally catches up to you and you force yourself to check. You have over 40 messages. You swallow hard, and take down the post. You have a pool to pick from.
I don’t know what made me stand out, but I know you want this. I sent my message and shot my shot. I even included a link to my ‘other other’ secret account that had pics of my body and cock. You were even able to see my dark black hair and beard. You could easily imagine the way my hands would hold you down as you struggled. How my cock would look to you before I shoved it in your mouth. With these came a threat. “I’m going to jerk off into the panties of the last fuck toy I raped. Then use them to gag your mouth when I fuck your cunt.”
Oh do I know you want this. We chat for two weeks as we go over what is and isn’t on the table. You still haven’t seen my face but I’ve seen yours. I’ve seen all of you by now. I’ve even bought you a bra and panty set and door dashed you food. I had you leave a spare key under your mat one day. You came back later and it was gone. So lucky for us that we live close to one another.
You’re nervous about this. Oh you still want it, but it’s been a month since you told me you were ready. I still haven’t made a move. I told you to be a good toy and wait. I’ve had you post in the set I got you. Sent you a anal plug and lush vibrator. You can’t help but notice the plug is just a hair thicker than me, and you were already nervous about how thick I was.
“There is no way this is fitting in my ass! You should have gotten something smaller.”
“Kitten, this isn’t for you to feel pain now. It’s so you can fair better when I hard fuck your ass.”
“… I don’t believe you’ll do it.”
“Then don’t blame me when it hurts all the more when my cock rips your tight ass and you can’t take the pain.”
You endeavor with the pain of the plug.
You crave this. I’ve teased you for another few days. Even sending you a picture of your front door open. “Better go close it again” was my only caption. You didn’t even hear it open. You check the door often the rest ofbthe night.
You knew you wanted this. You haven’t heard from me in two days. Not since the door picture. You tried coaxing me into a message, sending me pictures of your panties in your mouth. “I wonder who gets these next”. You send me pictures showing proof of how clean and smooth you are. Even a video of the plug deep inside you with your lush on full blast. The moans in the room are loud and calling the name I gave you. Still no response. You think you’ve been ghosted. With a heavy sigh you toss your phone to the end table and go take a shower. You’re washing off the day.
This is what you wanted. You let the water roll off your body. You’ve done all you need to. Now you just enjoy the scalding water rain down on your shoulders and let out a long breath. Once the water starts to turn cold you turn it off and grab your towel. Drying off you notice a light is off, one you could have sworn you left on.
Here is what you’ve been waiting for. My hands shove you against the wall. Fighting to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. The towel once around your body, is now just a heap on the floor around your feet. Your body is fully exposed to me and my bright brown eyes. You try to break free of my grasp, earning a sharp smack across the face. A loud gasp of air as you reorient and feel my hand squeeze around your throat. You can’t breathe as your eyes meet mine. My smile is all teeth as I take in your naked body.
“Hey kitten”. Your eyes grow wide as you realize what’s happening. You can’t help your hips from moving. Your pussy starts to get wet with anticipation. You feel yourself ready to simultaneously fight and give in. Your instincts yell to submit. To give me whatever I want, to cave to and please me. The other side demands you fight me, to deny me what i demand to be mine. You know you won’t win, but that doesn’t mean you have to be easy prey. I let go of your throat and slap you again hard. After a small coughing fit you look back up to me. Trying to yank your arm free one more time, your words are a forced hiss of “Fuck you”. I can’t help but smile as you’re still pinned. I slap your face again. Then again. Changing the hand that’s holding your wrists to the wall, I slap your other cheek six more times before choking you again. I just stare and watch as you kick your feet at me and gasp. Before you came close to passing out, but still close, I let go. Letting you gasp for more air.
My God what a filthy whore to want this. My hand rears back as if i’m about to slap you again. With a flinch and trying to hide your face in your arm, I let it drift from your cheek to your tits. My thumb rolling over your nipple, letting out a soft chuckle as it buds under the sensation. “Oh come now kitten, we both know how much of a whore you are. Be a good little whore and give in to me. You’re only going to make me hurt you more. Not that I’ll mind”. The last line spoken just above a whisper.
It’s going to be a long night. Remember, you wanted this.
Hey Reddit! Been meaning to write more smut for a while, tell me what you think so far! I plan to come back to this one and write out the night. Until then, enjoy this (very) rough draft.
Hey hey! I need help if you made it this far. What order should we rape her holes? Comment with the most likes, wins. If that’s you, you also get to name our lucky girl in the story above. (Veto can be enacted)
Also taking suggestions on what to do to her! See you all soon with more!
-Leo M.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ws3f67/the_online_setup
gosh.. I wish we got the rest of the story lol