The Night We Never Met

Dear Reader,

This one is a bit cooky.

A fan meets her author and asks him to role play a rape fantasy.

You will find elements of:

Humiliation/Degradation,

Bondage,

Exhibition,

Spanking,

Masturbation,

and Anal play.

Please let me know your thoughts and vote!

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"Strip!"

She froze. Suddenly uncertain.

"Lara!... Sarah!... Whatever you want to call yourself... Strip!"

He sounded menacing. His voice seethed with danger. Authoritative. Commanding.

"Strip!"

She stood motionless. Unable to comply to his demand.

Like a cat on the prowl, he sprang towards her swiftly. Surprising her. His speed unexpected considering his weight. They now stood face to face. The glower behind his ski mask cold and hard.

She backed away instinctively but there was no room. She stumbled against the frame of the bed and fell backwards.

He was on top of her.

She spun around to her stomach and lurched forward on the mattress in a desperate attempt to get away.

She was lean and fit. He was short and heavy. Speed and endurance were to her advantage. Surely, she would be able to escape.

It was a mistake.

He plunged on top of her, and she collapsed under his massive body. She struggled. They tousled.

"Umph!" the air was being compressed out of her lungs as she twisted herself under him.

"Let me go! What do you want from me?"

"Strip!"

"No!"

"Strip or I'll do it myself!"

"No! I won't!"

She pushed up and bucked her hips violently. He was surprised by her strength and almost rolled off, but the weight difference was just too great. He just needed to spread his legs and arms to prevent her from pushing him off her.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" she pleaded with him between her vain attempts as she tried to regain her strength.

Her efforts to escape him were shorter, fewer and further apart. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was now hot and sweaty from so much exertion. She could also feel his heat and sweat as he rubbed against her. She could also feel his growing erection pushing into her bubbly butt.

Once in a while she would tussle again. Without conviction. Soon she could no longer move. Exhausted.

He sat up and straddled her waist. He spun around to face her feet.

When she felt his weight shift, she tried again to get to her knees, but he sat back down and pinned her beneath him.

"Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!"

"Noooo! No, no, nooo!" she cried out. But her shouts were muffled by the bed cover.

She kicked her legs into the mattress and as far back in the air as she could attempt, but he sat too far up on her waist. She could not reach him with her heels.

She was wearing her gym outfit. A hoodie. A sports bra with matching leggings. Her sneakers and socks.

He slid his thumbs into the waistband and pushed down swiftly. He stopped when the leggings reached her knees. He admired her white cotton panties. They were wet with her sweat. Almost translucent. He could see her firm buttocks through the fabric.

"No! Don't do that! No. I don't want you to strip me naked!" she pleaded some more into the covers too tired to raise her head. He pulled the underwear up and wedged them between her cheeks.

"Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!"

"Argh!" she curled up and raised her head in pain as she let out her shout.

He was hitting her directly on her bare butt and there was no fabric this time around to dampen the blows.

"Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!"

"Orange! Orange! Orange!" she shouted, and he stopped right away.

She had used one of the safe words. She needed a breather. Just a quick minute to get herself ready for what was to come.

It was a game. A game years in the making.

They had been pen pals and had shared each other's fantasies but had never met until today.

He was playing the part well. Better than what she had expected.

He sounded so different from the warm and friendly man she had met at the bar just a few hours earlier for the first time. Of course, they had taken precautions. Ran background checks. She had told a friend of her sexual escapade and had told her where she'd be. Her friend was tracking her too, and Lara was supposed to phone her in a couple of hours or the cops would be sent. So, she felt confident that it was all a game. She was safe. Or so she hoped. The remaining potential danger part of the thrill she was feeling right now.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Green," she replied.

"You are so naughty..." he whispered as he smiled to himself.

She closed her eyes at his words. Yes. She was. But hearing it from his lips made it seem so much more.

He slid his thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

They both inhaled in unison. There was no turning back. Now, he would see her naked for the first time in real life.

They exhaled together as he exposed her naked posterior to the cool air of the hotel room. The panties slid effortlessly and were soon bunched with her pants at her knees.

She tried kicking in the air again. Her motion was now limited by her own clothing.

He sat up to admire his handy work.

Her butt was sublime. Even more beautiful than what he had seen in the pics she had shared with him over the years.

He reached down and parted her cheeks.

"Oooh!" she cried out in surprise by the bold move.

"No! Mister! Please! Don't do that! It's too embarrassing! Please! Please! I've never been exposed this way," she protested.

He stared at her wrinkled asshole. Paying her no mind. He leaned over to lower her pants and panties down to her ankles and pried her knees apart to reveal her bare, hairless pussy. The wetness between her pink petals was unmistakable.

"You are so wet!" he commented.

Lara hid her face into the covers at his words. Her heart was pounding into her chest. It was no longer because of the exertion from earlier. It was the heat and the excitement of being exhibited in this manner. Her blood was boiling within her loins. The cool air of the room was making her all too aware of her pussy's wetness.

She buried her face deeper into the bedding.

He brought his hands to her thighs and spread her lean and toned muscles further apart. His rough skin was so close to her labia.

She inhaled. Anticipating his touch.

It never came.

He blew some cool air into her.

She bucked into the mattress. He repeated once, twice, three times. Teasing her as she humped into the bed.

Then, he sat up and spun around on her waist. Still straddling her.

Swiftly. He grabbed the hem of her hoodie and pulled it up over her torso.

All of a sudden, she was in the dark. He had used her top to restrain her arms and her head. She was wrapped up in them. Her arms bound above her. He was using her own clothes to restrain her. Again.

In a fluid motion, he grabbed onto the elastic fabric of her sports bra and pulled it up over her hoodie. The tight material bounding her further.

That's it!

She was naked from her neck down to her feet.

He sat up.

Except for their heavy breathing, there was silence in the room.

He waited.

The cool air caressed her. It was making her all too aware of her vulnerability.

"Green?" he asked.

She was panting.

She took some time.

"Why did he break the flow now?" she pondered. She felt so humiliated in that moment. Then she realized. The shame she was feeling then was the point! Damn him! He was good.

"Green..." she whispered as she tried to sink her head further into the bed.

"Louder!" he ordered.

"Green!" she shouted back.

He flipped her over. The cool air hit her sweat covered body. A thrill ran down her spine. She was still covered and tangled within the hoodie. She could see the light in the room filter through the dark material but not much of anything else.

Her small pink nipples were rock hard. Betraying her arousal

"Click!" Then another "Click!"

Hand cuffs were secured to her wrists. He pulled her arms up the mattress and secured them to the bedhead.

Then he got up. His weight made the bed shift around her. He was at her feet. He latched onto the bunched-up fabric that was restraining her legs and pulled up. Her feet were now in the air.

She bucked and humped to no avail.

He pulled up and back towards the headboard.

"Oh no! Not that! That's too much!" she pleaded.

He did not stop. She was bent in half. Her feet were above her head. Her knees pressed into her chest.

"Click!"

The first ankle was secured. He tried to pull and tie her left leg to the frame of the bed. However, the fabric was preventing him from pulling her legs apart as far as he wanted.

He removed the shoe, the sock, and the fabric restraining her. Then, he was finally able to pull her leg up and apart. "Click!"

The delicate petals of her sex parted. Her wet dew glimmered telling of her arousal. Her vulva winked obscenely.

"Oh no! Stop! I'm so naked! I'm so exposed! Please stop! I don't want this! Stop! I don't want this!" she begged and implored.

Taking his time, he removed the second shoe, the sock, and the rest of the fabric. Then, he pulled her right leg up and apart. "Click!"

The view was breathtaking. She was bare and exposed. Her hands tied above her. Her legs spread. Pulled up and apart. Tied to the headboard.

She was lean. Muscles taut. Stretched.

Her soft, wet sex open and on offer. The tender petals ripe for the plucking.

"Oh no, no, no! This is too much! Too much! I want to hide! I want to close my legs! I'm so wet! I'm so horny! I don't want you to see that! Let me go! Let me go!" she pleaded her case again.

He stood there motionless. Admiring the beauty of it all.

The weight of the mattress shifted. There was some motion. Then a soft snap.

"What's happening?" she asked.

She felt some lube being applied to her anus.

"No! Not my ass! Please not my ass!" she screamed in a panic.

He placed a pink tube at her crinkled entranced and pushed something into her. She was lubed and, with her legs spread such, there was very little resistance. The object entered her anal orifice easily. A small string protruded from her hole. He stopped.

"What's happening?" she shouted.

"Orange! Orange! Orange!" she uttered.

The anal intrusion was quick and unexpected. She was not really into butt stuff... but the topic had been discussed in the preliminary discussions leading up to the meeting. She was willing to try. But she was still unsure and apprehensive.

He leaned in and whispered that he was done for now. Would she accept it? It was part of a surprise for later. He was vague. It intrigued her. He could remove it, however it might impact the game some.

The feeling was strange but surprisingly she got used to it quickly. She felt full in a way she had not experienced before. It wasn't so bad. She could take it.

"Green?" he asked.

"Green!" she replied. Now resolved to find out what the naughty man had planned for her.

She could feel him between her legs. He kneeled. Again, he blew some air between her labia.

"No! Don't touch me! Don't rape me!"

She tugged on her bonds. There was no escape.

"Ooh!" she exclaimed.

Something soft and wet had made contact with her overheated sex.

His tongue?

"No!"

The wet appendage parted her nether lips and began fucking her.

"No! Noooo! Nooo! Nooo!" she repeated even though the humping of her hips were countering the meaning of her pleas.

"You are raping me mister! You are fucking me with your tongue, and I can't defend myself! This is hot! So hot! I'm so horny! I can't take it! It's coming! It's coming" she uttered.

Lara was living through one of her favorite fantasies and, so far, it was turning out better than she had ever imagined.

Her heart pitter-pattered in her chest. The tension was building up.

He began pulling on the string that was protruding from her asshole. She had almost forgotten the slim object within her. The tension on the cord made the object move closer to her sphincter but, when she thought it would pass her anal ring, he would release the tension and the tube would move back within her. It was strange but lovely.

"Aww!... Oh Gaaawwd!... Oh Gaaawwd!... You are fucking me!... With your soft wet tongue! ...and that thing in my ass... you are fucking both of my holes!... At the same time!... Do it!... Do it!... It's wet!... It's soft!... I feel so full... I'm almost there!... There! Yes! Yes! There! Right There! It's good! It's Gooood! It's Gooood!" she exploded in ecstasy.

All pretenses gone.

He sat up as she heaved and panted.

He admired her as he removed his pants and rolled a condom onto his erect cock. He had kept his top and his ski mask. Somehow, the costume made the role play ever so real.

"Mister?... Hufff!... Hufff!... Are you gonna rape my tight pussy now?... It's so wet down there... I don't think I can take it.... Mister?... Huff!... Huff!... Is your dick hard for me mister?... Are you gonna take my little hole?... Now!... It's bad!... So bad!... I am so wet!... I don't want to be wet for you!... What are you gonna think of me?... I'm so open... I'm so ready..." she confessed.

He stared at her as her hips humped the air.

He hesitated. He was so horny himself. He knew he would not last long.

He leaned in and put his hands on her thighs for support. He pushed her down into the bed. Spreading her more.

"Yes!... Please!... Do it!" she demanded.

He inserted himself into her in one slow unyielding passion filled motion.

It was too much!

He humped!

He fucked!

Fast and furious without mercy.

"Aww! Oooh! Awwww! Oooh! Awwww! Ooooh! Awwww! Ooooh!" they both shouted in unison, his aw-ing to her ooh-ing, as they came within seconds.

He collapsed on her. His shrinking penis still within her.

They panted. They recovered. They fell asleep.

Lara woke up.

She was still attached and tied to the bed.

She was still spread lewdly.

Her hoodie still covering her arms and head. She still could not see what was going on.

"Mister?" she asked.

Silence.

Was it time for the second part of her fantasy? Already?

She waited. And waited some more. How long had it been? It was tough to tell.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Someone was at the door.

"Can I come in?" the voice was timid. Hesitant.

The door opened and shut.

"Who is this?" Lara asked.

"Oh my!" the voice said nervously.

"Who is this?" she repeated.

"It's me... It's me... Tim you neighbor..." revealed the voice.

Lara shrunk.

"Oh no!... Oh no!... Oh no!... Tim!?" she exclaimed in a panic.

"Help me!... This is so embarrassing... I am naked!... Untie me... Please!... I don't want you to see me like this!... It's bad!" she exclaimed.

The second phase of the fantasy had indeed started.

The man looked around. There was some noise from the motion around her. He was stumbling around. Searching.

"Untie me! What are you waiting for?" she asked impatiently.

Silence.

"Lara?... Uh!... There is a problem... Uh... I don't see the key... Uh... I looked and I can't find it..." he informed her sheepishly.

"Oh no!... Oh no!... This can't be happening!" she wailed in despair.

"Can you at least remove the hoodie from my head?... Free me... It's hot in here," she explained.

The man came closer to the bed and got onto it. He pulled the fabric that was restraining her, passed it over her head, and bunched it around her wrists.

The cool air hit her.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the bright light. Then she tried to survey the situation.

She looked down and was mortified.

The first thing she saw was her sweltering sex.

Open.

Wet.

On full display mere inches from her face. And het tits were on display too!

She looked up at the man. He was taking in the sights.

"Tim!... Close your eyes!... You can't see me like this!... It's bad!... Cover me up!... get me a towel or something."

Lara was hot. Her face was red. Partly from the heat of having been hooded up until then but mostly from the shame of seeing just how much she was showing. She had not realized just how bad it was. Everything was on display. Even her asshole.

The man disappeared and came back with a towel a few seconds later. He draped her with it.

"Thank you!" she whispered.

"You are my hero!... You are saving me from the bad man... He did things to me... Bad things... He took my defenseless little holes... both of them!... It was so bad... and then you are here! Thank you!" she was relieved.

But then her expression changed. Her flushed face got even hotter.

"Tim!... You saw me!... All of me!... You are not supposed to see me like this!... I am your neighbor... We see each other all the time... How am I going to face you now? Tim! You've seen too much!" she said desperately.

The man looked at her with a shy smile.

"It's ok Lara... I'm here for you... I'm going to get you out of this..." he said shyly... hesitantly.

Damn! He was good! Lara could not help herself from admiring the way he had changed his demeanor. He had changed costumes too in the process. He was now wearing a t-shirt that was far too tight for his gut and some dirty sweatpants. He looked the part and acted the part too.

"Uh... Lara... it seems... I can't seem to find the key for the cuffs..." he murmured in a soft tone.

"Have you looked everywhere?"

He nodded.

He looked some more.

"The drawer? Did you check the drawer?" she asked fearfully.

He nodded again.

"There's just a tube of lube and a bible" he said as he lifted the lube out of the drawer pinching it between his thumb and index. A grossed-out expression on his face.

Lara looked at the tube and noticed that there was a paper wrapped around the tube of lube that had been secured with a rubber band. Was that a clue of some sort?

"There! There is a paper on the lube." she said. "Get it!"

The man looked at it in disgust but followed her instruction.

He freed the paper and opened it before showing to the girl.

She looked up and turned pallid.

She stared at the man.

What kind of devil was he?

She could read a slight smile on his face, but he quickly got back into character.

"What's the matter Lara?" he asked.

She turned her gaze back to the paper. On it was a technical diagram. It was that of a pink tube designed to hold a small key. A tube with a string like the one that was presently lodged in her ass!

Lara blushed in shame. Tears pooled in her eyes.

She looked up at the man in disbelief.

She began panting. Unable to speak. Unable to say the words.

Time stood still.

Had the man gone too far?

"Green?" his words barely audible.

"Green?" she shouted back.

"Fuck yeah!"

"You sick fuck!"

"This is so fucking humiliating!"

"Tim," she blushed as she got back into the role play.

"Uh... I think that this drawing..." she paused unable to say the words. "...it means that he hid the key in my bum..." she exhaled.

The man looked at her waiting for her to continue.

Lara had always loved to talk in her fantasies. So, he knew that she needed to give the directions to her rescuer. It would add more to the scene.

"Um... Tim... the rapist inserted something in my ass... you need to remove the towel."

The man did so swiftly. Maybe too eagerly.

Lara was again completely naked for him to see. The airconditioned air making her all too aware of her state of undress.

"You see... the string... that's sticking out of my asshole?" she enquired as her face turned beet red.

He shook his head.

"What?... you don't?..." she looked down at her gaping sex surprised.

The string was there but was very short and was barely visible, almost impossible to see.

The man had rolled it into a ball and had shoved its extremity into Lara's pussy while she was recovering from her previous thunderous climax.