*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
I didn't really see Stephen as evil, even though my friends did. Stephen was a bit nerdy, stocky, and socially awkward. I don't know what it was about him that made me find him attractive. All of my friends had warned me about him and yet I didn't listen. He was that irresistible to me and no matter how weird his behaviors, I made excuses for him and let them slide.
"He's a creep," my best friend Susie warned me.
"He makes me want to vomit," Krystal added.
"But he's cute, right?" I asked, begging them with my eyes to throw me a bone. I liked Stephen and I was crushing on him hard. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
"No!" they said collectively and with annoyance.
"Come on, you guys! Why do you hate Stephen so much?"
"He looks like the kind of guy that would chop a woman into tiny bits and sprinkle her remains in a lake to feed fish with," Krystal flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at me with a seriousness that scared me. "Stay away from him or you'll be fish food."
"Come on! No one actually does that!" I cried.
"Stephen will," Susie was laughing but there was a seriousness in her eyes as well. "This is one of those times when you should listen to your friends, Donna. We love you. We don't want to see you chopped up!"
"Okay, fine I'll listen. But I have to go. I'm supposed to have this econ paper done by tomorrow morning."
"Good luck, Donna!" the girls kissed both of my cheeks and hugged me good-bye. It was perfect timing. Stephen was texting me. I knew that I should ignore him and work on my economics paper but I was horny and I knew that he would fuck me if I played my cards right. I hadn't told my friends that Stephen and I had already been seeing each other. They already hated him and I didn't want to make the situation worse by telling them about the things he'd already done to me.
My friends were right about one thing. Stephen was a total creep. He loved to tie me up and use me until I was begging him to stop. He loved to push me past my comfort zone but what I had failed to tell my friends was how much I loved this. I loved the rush of being made to take it, of being used and abused. Stephen was exactly what I craved and though I was ashamed of it, I couldn't resist.
"Meet me in the woods at our special place in one hour."
"I can't I have to work on my econ paper."
"I don't care what you have going on. Be there or there will be hell to pay if you aren't there," he texted. A chill spread from my spine to my extremities. I liked the way he threatened me. My pussy began to gush with wetness.
"I'll be there," I texted. My heart began to beat fast and I could tell that there was no way I was going to be able to focus on my paper. Instead, I made my way to the woods, to our special place. It was the first place Stephen had fucked me if you could call what happened sex. It was more bondage than anything. He had tied me up, fully clothed near the path that most people took to cut through the woods to get to town faster.
People I knew had walked past me, whispering and pointing. One person stopped to ask if I needed help and I declined. The thought that anyone could have stopped and taken advantage of me thrilled me. By the time Stephen had come back and untied me I was dying to be fucked. Except Stephen wouldn't fuck me.
"No one else fucked you so I'm not about to fuck you either. It's a disappointment."
"Please, Stephen! Why are you doing this?"
"I want you to understand something about me. I like my women used up. Do you get what that means?" He stared me down as he took the last of the ropes off of me.
"Yes."
"Are you willing to fuck for me?" he asked his lip curling a bit in anticipation.
"I'd do anything for you, Stephen," I admitted and the act of saying that out loud freed me. The next time I saw him he had tied me up naked, a dildo sticking out of my pussy and a ball gag in my mouth.
I wanted someone to rape me so badly, but instead, I sat there in the hot sun for hours with no takers. No one even walked by. Stephen had pulled me down in disappointment but to my shock, he had fucked me right there on the ground, pounding my naked body until he had gotten his cock off deep inside of me. I had limped home, full of Stephen's cum. I was so proud of myself for finally getting his cum inside of me.
There was no way I could tell Susie and Krystal about all of this. They would have thought that I was crazy and I didn't want to be the crazy friend. I wanted to keep my secret love for being used and tortured between Stephen and I. He was the only person who really understood me and I couldn't wait to see him. I rushed to the woods with excitement building inside of me. My pussy was wet and ready and I could only imagine what Stephen had in store for me this time.
