Rape Roulette [warning – rape] [noncon] [M/F]

The girls laughed at each other’s expressions after knocking back another shot. They were all excited for their new plans and they all wanted to be the ‘lucky’ one. Beth took the lead as she usually did.

“Right girls, I think it’s time. Let’s go, get your bait faces on!”

Beth led the other four girls out into the night. She had brought them all together and had since remained the dominant one in the group. She was usually the one to think of new ideas and organise outings. But it was no normal group of friends she had established. Together with her best friend, Shannon, she had brought together girls that had extreme sexual fantasies. Fantasies that would disgust and confuse most people. Specifically, all five girls fantasised about being raped.

It was not quite the same for any of them, but they were all incredibly excited by the thought of being assaulted by a man. They had all admitted to each other nothing else quite did the trick. Most of them could get off from other things, but they were not properly fulfilled. They each craved the experience of somebody taking exactly what they lusted for, ignoring and even enjoying any protests to use their body like a worthless object. It was that same desire that resulted in their group.

Most of them had been raped before, including Beth herself. Beth had suffered a traumatic childhood during which she had been sexually abused by her own father. Many years later, whilst Beth had come to terms with the events of her past, the abuse had served to be the driving force of any true sexual pleasure she had. It might have been a coping mechanism of sorts, but being used and abused was the only way she could actually feel wanted.

Beth and Shannon were extraordinarily close and Beth had shared everything with her best friend. Shannon had always shown a deep understanding and Beth loved her for it. Not only that, but Shannon had also admitted to being excited by the prospect. Together, they had explored it together and even had joint experiences. House parties were their go to for baiting, though they weren’t aware baiting was the term for what they were doing until later. House parties offered plenty of opportunities to act more drunk than they were and to pretend to pass out in one of the rooms. Shannon had admitted that nothing had ever turned her on as much as that first time, when they were both sprawled out on the bed, pretending to be knocked out by the alcohol, and two guys had taken advantage of them both. Touching them up and groping them in their ‘sleep’ at first, eventually going all the way to penetration. Shannon’s rapist even came inside her, a moment that stuck with Shannon as the most exciting of her life.

All five girls knew it wasn’t a common desire. But they all shared it and took comfort in sharing their stories and wants with each other. It was a relief that they weren’t alone. Even exploring it together had brought them closer and made them feel more comfortable about doing so. That was mainly thanks to Beth. She had been the one to seek support and information online. Via the internet, Beth learned that there were so many others out there like her and Shannon. Often with varying causes or varying fantasy scenarios, but all with a common craving. She discovered that what her and Shannon did was referred to as baiting. Beth spoke with others in more and more depth until she even came across others local to them. It wasn’t intentional, but it had significant results. The kind where the five girls shared a connection and became very close.

That’s what had led to the joint baiting attempts. It was usually Beth coming up with the ideas, but they hadn’t had much success since all going out together. They’d realised it was down to strength in numbers. Nobody was going to risk trying anything when they were all together. That had given Beth another idea. One that they were all hoping would end up with being the ‘lucky’ one. Beth had aptly named it ‘rape roulette’. The plan was to go out dressed up as temptingly as they could. The kind of look that screamed that they were the kind of girls that slept around a lot. After hanging out in a bar or club for a while, the real fun would start. They planned to take it in turns to wander off alone for a couple of minutes and see if they could get what they wanted. The ‘winner’ would be the girl to not return to the group in time.

It was without a doubt their most dangerous plan to date. Until then, they had either stuck at least in pairs or, if alone, kept within sight of one of the others. The risk level was huge, but that’s what excited them more. They were more likely to successfully bait. However, baiting strangers was an extreme threat. They had no idea who they might encounter and they all knew they were risking their lives. That wasn’t what they wanted, but the thrilling prospect of getting what they did want meant it was a chance they were all willing to take.

“So how are we going to decide who goes first?” It was Emily asking as the group settled down at the first bar. It was unusual for her to be the first to speak up as she was the quietest of the girls. She was also the only one of them that had not yet actually had a non-consensual experience. In fact, she’d never had any experience. Emily was a virgin. Beth had taken a shine to her right away and almost mothered her. A shy and unassuming girl, Emily had a dark desire borne from somewhere to have her virginity taken by a rapist.

“With a drinking game of course!” Beth’s response timed perfectly with Shannon returning with a tray of shots.

“Typical Beth, you make all your decisions with alcohol!” Jenna retorted with a grin. Jenna was the eldest at 23 and had discovered her rape kink as a result of an abusive ex-boyfriend.

Beth smirked tongue in cheek, accepting the jibe had some truth to it. “Yeah yeah. It’ll be better to be just a little drunk anyway. Let’s play ‘never have I ever’. Winner goes first.”

Emily’s nerves jumped up a notch. She always won that game because it always turned sexual. She was almost certain she’d be the one to go first. She did want it, but didn’t have the confidence of the other girls. She wondered if that was Beth’s plan, to help her get her chance. She still wanted to see one of the other girls do it first though.

It didn’t take many rounds before the game did turn sexual and Emily did indeed start to lead. Approaches from several guys had been preyed on, allowing them to believe they might get lucky before pushing them away. Beth always said that it encouraged the men to be angry at them. Some to even feel a sense of entitlement, like they have a right to the girl just because she led him on. Of course they had no such right, but it was a common trigger for those of that mindset. It was a dangerous tactic, but one that had often given the results they’d wanted in the past.

The others dropped out gradually, leaving Shannon and Emily remaining in the game. Emily felt she had to stick with the sexual theme and went for something she didn’t actually think Shannon had done, in the hope of ending up out the game herself. But it turned out Shannon had rimmed a guy before. That cemented Emily’s place as the winner and the one to play rape roulette first. Not before the others encouraged Shannon into telling the story of giving a rim job though. As the others listened and laughed, the nerves really set in for Emily. She was incredibly excited but it wasn’t without fear.

“Hey Em, are you ready?” Beth’s question brought Emily back to the conversation.

“Oh err, yes.” The uncertainty was clear in Emily’s tone.

Beth empathised But also wanted to be encouraging. “You don’t have to do it Em, but we’re all here to support you. It is what you want remember.”

That was the thing though. For that game, the intention was to not have their support for a while. That was the point. But the excitement was enough to push Emily on.

“Right, I’m doing it. Five minutes, yeah?” She threw back another shot for a little more dutch courage.

The excitable smiles on her friend’s faces portrayed their anticipation for the baiting, as well as their pride in Emily.

“Yeah, five minutes. Just keep track of where you’re going for half or so and then turn back.” Beth clarified the rule and smirked with glee as Emily walked off.

Emily wandered through the bar around the corner, looking around to see if she could catch the eyes of any of the men that’d hit on them. She figured that if she was first up anyway, she might as well go for it. She didn’t see any of them before exiting. Most likely moved on to other girls. Unless they were trailing her cautiously. Emily looked down as she couldn’t help smiling at her own thoughts. She may have had the least experience of her friends, but she considered her mind to be one of the darkest. She’d often made the others howl out laughing with shock with comments in otherwise innocent situations. She certainly was no innocent.

Emily’s heart was racing though. She chose to turn right out of the bar, knowing she’d walk back past the window where the other girls remained. She took comfort in seeing them looking out for her, all egging her on with gestures as she passed. Not least Shannon, who gestured for Emily to hike up her skirt a little more. Emily relaxed a little and rolled her eyes. It was typical Shannon, always the sluttiest dresser.

Emily did look back at her ass once she was out of view though. She was more conservatively dressed than the others as usual, but by no means would most people have considered it conservative. She was all in black, with a tight fitted skirt that revealed the bottom of her ass. Her thigh high socks showed a hopefully tempting amount of her thighs and her fishnet top didn’t leave her toned stomach to any onlooker’s imagination. A well covering black bra did hide her average sized tits, at least, though the cold soon resulted in Emily’s nipples defying that modesty.

Emily checked her phone for the time, realising she didn’t know exactly what time she’d left them. The path just led past other clubs and she caught people eyeing her from the queues outside each. She didn’t dare to keep eye contact with anyone though. It was a thrilling but still intensely scary thing to do.

Emily couldn’t help looking back a number of times as she wandered away from the busy area. She didn’t see anything suspicious but remained on high alert until she remembered she was better off acting more disoriented. She checked her phone again, surprised that a few minutes had gone by so quickly and turned around. It was a disappointment. Reaching the halfway point and having to go back down a busy street was almost certainly the end of her chances of being taken.

Emily made her way back. Before reaching the back of the first club’s queue, she spotted a man walking the other way on the other side. It was the fact he was staring at her that caught her attention. Having looked away and then back again, Emily was certain he was staring constantly. With a smile on his face, but not a friendly one. Her heart raced and she slowed her walk slightly in the hope that he might try something before she hit the crowds again. She dared to look back after they passed on opposing sides of the road. The man appeared to continue walking. Another check just as she reached other people only led to disappointment as he was further away. Not every weird look was one of dangerous intent.

Emily sped up, realising she was a little behind on time. She drew a couple of classic whistles and comments from the queues she went back past, but nothing more before she made it back. Emily smiled at the sight of Beth and Jenna stood by the window, looking out for her. Their apprehensive concern was eased as they smiled back and retook their seats. It was obvious to them that she’d not been ‘successful’ but that didn’t stop them all teasing her about being late.

“Couldn’t help but give it a little longer, huh?”

“That keen were you?”

“Did you start begging for it too? You know that doesn’t count!”

Emily rolled her eyes and laughed off the comments from the girls. It didn’t take long before they were settled again and Emily told of her walk and the odd man. They all agreed he sounded creepy but Beth couldn’t help joking about him being a pussy for not doing anything.

Attention turned to the next to go, Shannon. She was more visibly excited than Emily had been, but the nerves were still there. It was a part of the rush. Shannon opted to go in the opposite direction than Emily had. She also opted for her usual tactic of acting more drunk, once she was away from the bouncers at least. She didn’t want to be held back from the fun.

Shannon felt eyes boring into her. Her outfit was considerably more revealing, as was often the case. Fishnet tights left almost the entirety of her legs on show, with most of her ass on sight too for anybody fortunate enough to be behind her. Her peachy ass cheeks were only parted by black leather pants. All she wore on the top half was a skimpy crop top that her smaller tits allowed, but that still showed off some underboob.

Once away from the crowd, Shannon decided on her route. She was aware of a couple of back streets that they’d wandered down together before. There was limited street lighting after a few corners, making it an ideal area for any would be rapist to drag her. She made sure to walk with a bit of sway, throwing in a slight stumble now and then. Never once did she check behind her. It was more exciting that way, being unaware of the potential proximity. It also made her more of an apparent target. Vulnerable. Young, drunk and alone late in the evening on dark streets.

Shannon gradually made her way down a poorly lit back street between houses. She thought she heard something behind her so slowed down even more to be quieter. She still refused to check behind but did listen up more. Her breathing intensified as she was certain she was being followed. She just had that feeling. An alleyway was just yards ahead, so Shannon took the opportunity.

“Hey, where are you going? It’s dangerous out here on your own.”

The deep voice sounded more threatening than concerned and Shannon felt her heart pumping in her chest. It was happening.

“Is iiit?” Shannon spoke with a slur, deliberately emphasised, as she spun around awkwardly. As the man approached, she giggled and smirked as though high, definitely passing off as heavily drunk at the very least. From what Shannon could tell in the limited light, the stranger was pretty average looking but well built. What stood out were his eyes, frosty yet with a glint, though it might have been a reflection.

“Very dangerous. Bad things can happen to girls that wander into dark alleyways.”

A smirk formed across his shadowy face. Shannon then noticed him looking around behind him as he moved within a couple of steps. He was definitely scouting for witnesses. Her excitement grew further. She decided on being even more playful and vulnerable.

“Ooo I love danger.” She giggled again and took a stumbling step backwards. He took the bait, lunging forward to ‘help’ support her. His hand held her waist and pulled her to his side. She felt his hand move to her ass and tried not to whimper from the anticipation. She was trying decide whether to say something when he fully squeezed it, groping her firmly.

“Uhh whaat..are you..?” Shannon stuck with her slurring but he interrupted.

“Shut up!” The man growled as he smacked her ass hard, the sound bouncing into the darkness.

Shannon couldn’t help moaning as he started the rough treatment she craved. She knew he was going to rape her. To give her what she wanted. It meant she could do what turned her on even more. Putting up a fight.

“Mm yeah, you moan, bitch. I knew you were a fucking whore.” The aggressor spoke with confidence and Shannon felt herself getting wetter with every moment.

“What the fuuuck. Get off me!” Shannon scrambled to push against him, the final test of his intent.

He didn’t let up at all, spinning her around and grabbing a fist full of Shannon’s hair. He pushed her head down to force her to bend over. She tried to reach back but he was significantly taller and far too strong. Her grasping was feeble and useless. She heard him laugh. A sadistic laugh that tore through her.

“Stupid slut. Fighting me is pointless. I’m going to give you just what you need, whore.” With that, the man started tearing at her tights, shredding the fishnets out of his way.

“No, stop. Please. Pleeease don’t do this.” Shannon begged but couldn’t help sounding halfhearted. Resigned. Resigned to the fact the stranger was right.

Shannon felt his cock against her ass and the intense emotions got to her. The tears began to flow down her cheeks, taking her mascara with them. “Please, no. I’ll scream.”

That was a mistake. Shannon released a primal moan as she was tugged roughly back up by her hair, before the attacker gripped her throat. She felt him squeeze and tried to gasp for air, but he simply brought his mouth to her ear. She felt his hot breath against it, contrasting with the cold air as Shannon trembled in his grasp. She couldn’t scream from the firm grip tightening around her throat. But that only turned her on more.

“Make a sound and I’ll kill you, understood?”

Shannon whimpered and cried, nodding as best as she could. Everything was perfectly horrible.

“You know you deserve this. You’re a disgusting tease going out in skimpy outfits like this, getting all the attention but not giving anything back.”

Shannon whined with the little oxygen she had, her throat still being squeezed tightly. It was a mix of shame and satisfaction. She felt him yank her modesty aside, revealing her holes to him. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy being the victim of such an evil act, but Shannon couldn’t help but be dripping wet over it. That didn’t go unnoticed when he rubbed his dirty tip up and down her pussy.

“See, you fucking want this. Such a pathetic, worthless set of holes. I’m going to rape you and it turns you on more than anything, doesn’t it?!” He continued to speak quietly but in an aggressive manner that matched his words. Shannon just sobbed more tears in response. Not enough for him. “Doesn’t it?!!”

Shannon squeaked out a “yes.” There was no point in lying. He had her sussed out. He was a complete stranger to her but she felt even more vulnerable then, as though he knew everything about her. He knew her darkest desire. He fulfilled it.

Shannon moaned as he forced his entire cock up into her at once. She hadn’t even seen it, but she sure felt it. She tried to grab at his hand around her neck but he was too strong, as was the power of his thrusts. He fucked her slowly but hard, grunting with every angry shove of his cock into her pussy. She couldn’t help moaning with him as her horny hole welcomed him each time, still crying over being violated but more from loving it.

He fucked her just like she had imagined it, though she didn’t admit it was her burning need. She gave up any resistance as her eyes rolled back to the sound of his groans and the feeling of him filling her. Again and again.

He was punching her pussy with his cock. Every thrust pushed another moan from her lips between the sobs. She could hear how wet she was and she knew he was loving it. He wasn’t saying anything more, just using her body like a toy. An object. She could hear the satisfaction in his grunts from abusing her. Shannon felt an orgasm nearing. The shame. The adrenaline rush. How hard he was fucking her. How much he was enjoying using her cunt. It was too much. She knew he was going to cum inside her. She knew she was about to be a cumdump for a rapist.

That thought did it. Shannon’s body shook in his grasp. She listened to the sound of her own choking as she came. He knew it too. He chuckled and licked at her ear, sending further shivers through her body. The tone of his groans changed and she could tell he was close. Her body was still out of control as she felt his cock pummel into her one final time, staying in and flooding her. Shannon’s own orgasm continued through his as her body trembled on him, being pierced and swollen with his cum. He seemed to have endless spurts that she could feel painting the walls of her pussy.

His final guttural groan subsided as he pulled out of her, also releasing her neck. Shannon gasped for air, knowing she was probably marked from his grip. She felt his cum pour out and run down her lips, trickling down her thighs too. Her legs suddenly felt weaker than ever as the pain set in. Shannon dropped to her knees, panting. She looked behind but he was already gone.

She tried to collect her thoughts but she was a wreck in every sense. Disgusted that people like that existed. Disgusted at herself for giving him what he wanted. Ashamed for loving it. The risk of being so powerless. The risk of disease, of being impregnated by a rapist. Being used without remorse like a simple tool with no emotions or feelings. Above all Shannon was more turned on than ever by the experience. She was the winner.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bsugbd/rape_roulette_warning_rape_noncon_mf