Ever Been Raped?

Clarice quite enjoyed sitting for the Jonas family. The twins were cute and the parents were really very nice. Shirley was very friendly, fun to talk to and sensible. Far more so that Clarice's own mother. Clarice had had some very useful and informational discussions with Shirley about things that Clarice's mother wouldn't even discuss. Very uptight, Clarice considered her mother at times.

Shirley's husband Jonas was nice, but a bit touchy. Personally, Clarice thought parents who named their child Jonas "Jonas" were a bit odd, and they should expect their child to grow up a bit touchy.

Both Jonas and Shirley had seemed quite happy when Clarice saw them off, obviously looking forward to a good time. Which was why Clarice was slightly surprised that when they came home, while Shirley still seemed quite happy, Jonas was plainly in a bad mood. He wasn't actually snarling and lashing his tail, but you could sense that he wanted to.

Clarice and Shirley settled down for a cup of coffee before Clarice left, and Clarice couldn't help but comment on Jonas's change mood.

Shirley dismissed it airily.

"It's just that time of the month," she said, "and it makes Jonas a bit snappy."

Clarice was a little confused. If it was that time of the month for a woman, she would understand completely, but for a man?

Shirley saw her confusion and laughed.

"Not him, you fool," she said. "Me."

That did make more sense, Clarice admitted, but why would that make Jonas so stroppy?

Seeing the touch of confusion still on Clarice's face, Shirley explained further.

"You have a boyfriend, Clarice. Are you likely to have sex with him during that time of the month?"

Understanding dawned, and Clarice blushed.

Shirley gave a wicked grin.

"Poor man has an itch and an erection standing out to here, and no chance of scratching that itch for a few days. I'll probably have to give him a blow job to ease his pain, but as far as he's concerned it's just not the same."

The subject changed and the two women chatted away. When Jonas came prowling past Clarice couldn't help but glance at his crotch, noting the bulge currently there. She blushed again as Shirley spotted her looking and laughed.

They continued talking while they finished off their coffee until Shirley made an amazing non sequitur.

"Have you ever been raped, Clarice?" she suddenly asked.

Clarice blinked. What the hell?

"Ah, no," she said.

"Would you like to be," asked Shirley softly.

Clarice was stunned. Would she like to be? OK. She'd fantasized about being raped, generally by someone who looked like a film star with enormous muscles. After all, what woman hadn't wondered what it would be like to be taken by force? But to actually want to be raped?

"Um, why would I want to be raped?" she asked.

"Oh, to see what it would be like. To have some illicit sex and know that it's not your fault. Perhaps to receive a little bonus for your car purchase fund."

The last point made Clarice prick up her ears. Shirley was serious about something, but surely she didn't mean Jonas? Clarice's eyes flicked over to Jonas and back to Shirley.

"Just what is on your mind?" she asked.

"Jonas is really horny and feeling frustrated and has no way to let his frustration out. If I goaded him properly and point him in your direction I think he'd yank down your panties and ravish you. He wouldn't be violent. It's not his way. It would just be a straight forward down with your panties, legs apart and home we go.

He'd give you a pretty solid fuck and I suspect that you'll find you enjoy it, although it would only be proper to wail and wave your arms and legs about at the start, when he's nailing you. Once he actually gets going you can succumb to the force of his manliness and enjoy it.

I'm assuming you're on the pill. I suspect that if he does jump you he won't think to put on a condom. He probably doesn't even have one."

"But, for crying out loud, he's your husband. Why would I want to have sex with him, even if it is rape?"

"Oh, possibly because he would be very remorseful afterwards, and I'd make him give you a generous donation to your car fund. And I'll probably score a few new dresses out of him as well."

"But if I was to agree to have sex with him, not that I am, mind you, but if I was, why does it have to be rape. Why don't we just ask him to take me to relieve his stress?"

"It wouldn't work," said Shirley. "He'd be shocked at the very idea. No. It has to be his own idea while he's in a bad mood."

Clarice chewed on her lip, considering. It was a bad idea, and yet. . .

What would it be like to have an angry man pull down your panties and just take you? She could feel herself getting excited at the thought of it. And on top of that, Shirley would be there, watching. She'd never had sex while someone watched before. That thought was also slightly exciting.

Clarice finally nodded. Why not? After all, he probably wouldn't actually do it, but it would be fun to tease him and see the reaction. Rather like baiting a bear.

"Just remember, smirk a little when you look at Jonas. And it wouldn't hurt to let out a small laugh while letting your eyes drift across his groin."

Shirley rose and when Jonas came back in she started chatting to him. Whatever she was saying seemed to irritate him and he looked towards Clarice, irritation on his face. Clarice smiled, suddenly wanting to appease him. He was looking big and cross.

Unfortunately, her smile seemed to make him even angrier, and he was now positively glaring at her. God, she thought. He might just try to take me after all. She gave a nervous titter.

She hadn't been laughing at him. Really she hadn't. It had just been her nerves playing up as she realised what she might have got herself into.

The knowledge didn't help much, as her laugh seemed to have lit Jonas's fuse. And a very short fuse it was.

What Clarice wasn't aware of, and Shirley had noticed, was that while sitting on the couch Clarice's skirt had ridden up. It was a reasonably tight skirt, not really designed for lounging around on a couch, and it had ridden up to a degree where Clarice was unconsciously flashing her panties. As far as Jonas was concerned it was a deliberate provocation.

Jonas didn't really seem to move but he was suddenly standing there, towering above her. Clarice felt her stomach churning as she realised what she'd got herself into. He was going to take. Right here, right now, and she wouldn't be able to stop him.

"You think this is all so funny, don't you?" snapped Jonas. "Let's see you laugh at this."

It gave Clarice a shock to find just how far up her skirt had ridden. Jonas didn't even need to push it any higher, his hands just darting under the edge and taking hold of Clarice's panties. He lifted and pulled and Clarice found herself tipping back to lie on the couch while her legs were hoisted into the air, panties sliding along them and off.

Jonas was now leaning over Clarice, her legs pushed wide and his trousers already sliding down. Clarice gave a horrified squeal as she finally saw Jonas's erection, its size seeming to dominate her imagination.

"No, wait," Clarice squealed. "You can't do this."

With Jonas's erection already pushing forcefully between her lips it became sickenly obvious to Clarice that he could and, as Clarice squealed again, had.

Clarice squealed and wriggled, hands pushing at Jonas as he calmly drove into her. She flailed her legs, protesting, but still felt Jonas sinking deeper into her. She gave a small wail and sagged back against the couch as she felt Jonas give one last push, filling her with his weapon.

"What's the matter," crooned Jonas. "You're no longer laughing. Maybe this will cheer you up again."

He pulled back and started a slow but steady rhythm, withdrawing almost his full length and the pushing firmly back into Clarice. Clarice gasped and squealed, trying to squirm away from under him, finding herself trapped by Jonas's weight on her and the steady beating of his cock inside her.

A measure of intelligence started to make itself felt. God, he was actually raping her, just as Shirley said he would. Clarice hadn't really thought through what it would mean, but with Jonas's erection making free of her pussy it was rapidly being driven home.

There was, Clarice decided, nothing she could do but cooperate. She started pushing up to meet Jonas, immediately finding it easier to handle him. She pushed harder. Actually, she decided, apart from the feeling of being helpless, it didn't feel bad. It felt damn good now that she considered it.

Clarice was breathing hard, panting almost as she pushed energetically up to meet Jonas. For his part, Jonas was working with a will, his erection big and hard and yearning for the exercise, and Jonas was exercising it with all his considerable force.

He drove in harder, noting with satisfaction that Clarice had stopped wriggling and started responding, and responding damned well. He kicked it up a notch, hitting harder and harder.

Clarice could feel Jonas driving harder, dictating his terms, leaving her no option but to comply. The helplessness that had initially scared her was now exciting. He had mastered her, leaving her no choice but to do what he wanted. Obediently she pushed up to meet his demands.

Clarice quickly recognized the fact that Jonas wasn't going to do anything fancy. He was a straightforward sort of person, driving into her steadily with one end in mind, to reach his climax. Because he was annoyed with her he wasn't too worried about her climax. If she had one, good luck to her, but he wasn't hanging around to make sure. He continued his steady drive.

Clarice, on the other hand, wanted her climax. If she was getting raped she should be able to get something more out of it than a sore pussy. She pushed up against Jonas harder than ever, striving for her own climax.

Clarice was, she feared, getting left behind in the race. Desperate, she wrapped her legs around Jonas, clinging tightly and drawing him deeper. This seemed to revitalize Jonas, causing him to come at her even harder. Clarice responded in kind, literally grinding herself against him, finally feeling the coming glow of her climax.

When her climax swept through her Clarice screamed, kicking her legs high, arching her back and pressing hard up against Jonas, who responded by driving down hard, flooding her internally with his seed.

When Clarice gathered herself together afterwards, Jonas was gone, with Shirley sitting by the couch looking vastly amused. Clarice looked at her.

"Gawd," Clarice said. "I can now honestly say I've been raped. Forceful when he's in a temper, isn't he?"

Shirley grinned. "Somewhat. He's probably feeling somewhat remorseful now. I'll have a word with him later. I can probably use this to my advantage for ages. I'll let you know what I work out. Ah, it wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Not really. A bit startling at the beginning as I didn't really expect it to happen, but once I adjusted it wasn't too bad."

"Yes," came the dry response. "I noticed you gritting your teeth while you had that little orgasm at the end. Well, let's get you tidied up and off home. I'll give you a call tomorrow."

The phone call when it came brought something unexpected. Apparently a remorseful Jonas was extremely apologetic and had promised a nice little contribution to her car savings fund. There was however a small catch.

"He doesn't think he really treated you fairly, the way he just jumped you," said Shirley. "He thinks it's only right that he should take you and give you what he calls a proper fuck instead of that hasty slam, bam from last night. When would you like to come and collect it?"