I do not condone the act of rape.
This is just a form of expression and release of my own fantasies. If you have a problem with this theme or story then do not continue.
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After the cab driver's last visit, things were quiet at home. My husband got back from his trip in Germany, and I acted like all was well. I had stripped the bed, cleaned the house, and made sure that nothing in the bedroom smelled or reminded me of that night. I threw the bed linen from that night out, and threw out the clothes that I was wearing. I didn't want anything triggering that night.
But I couldn't stop thinking of the cab driver. Images of his cocking burrowing into my ass would burst into my mind. I'd drift off in the middle of a conversation and suddenly my head would be filled with the image of his hands on my body, him shoving his cock into me, his voice purring in my ear. It felt wrong, strange. I tried to force the images out of my head, but the more I did, the more they would burst through. I felt dirty.
I found myself becoming more attentive with my husband. Making sure he was always happy, always in a good mood. I would always make sure the house was spotless, so that nothing was out of place. And at night, I found myself clinging to my husband. Sex used to be a lot more of the missionary position, but I found myself wanting to be on top. Becoming more aggressive in bed, and asking him to yank my hair. I could see he was enjoying it, but at times, he'd look puzzled when I wanted him to be rough with me. I realised I had to restrain myself. That this change was too soon and too sudden. What had that driver done to me?
The cab driver left it a month before he reached out. I was in the office working when he sent me a picture of my wet and frightened smiling face. I froze where I sat, my face stoney. He then followed it with a picture of my breasts, my round perky breasts in full view, while my face was slightly turned to the side. Before I had time to get over the shock of seeing myself topless, he sent a video message to my phone. It was of me crouched on the floor of his cab with my naked ass in the air. His finger wiping my pussy lips to feel the moisture. My phone was on silent, but I heard his voice in my head telling me how much I was enjoying this, much to his amusement. My heart raced, and although I panicked a little, I was more shocked when I felt a slight tingle between my legs. I deleted the video off my phone, but I knew this was his way of reaching out.
"It's been a while." He wrote. "Meet me at your station tomorrow at 7pm, and wear something sexy." My heart sank, tomorrow.
"And if you think of being a no-show, I'll happily upload this online - plenty of porn sites that will love this." He finished.
What would be the worst if I didn't show up? Would anyone recognise me from those pictures? And then the dread took over, my husband would see it, my friends, people who I worked with. Someone was bound to find it. It just needed someone to happen upon it by chance when they were looking for a quick wank. Visit a random porn site, and come across me, my naked breasts, a stranger fingering my wet cunt and baring all to the world.
The next day I lied to my husband and told him that I was heading out with the girls for an evening out. I wore a short black dress, with a cowl neck that drooped in the back with stiletto heels. It made me sick to dress up and put on make up, but I reassured myself that this needed to be done.
I took one final glance in the mirror, and figured I looked fine, in my little black dress and stilettos. As I grabbed my pursed, slipped on my coat, I watched my husband on the couch playing video games. I felt a pang at what I was about to do, and for a split second I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I could stay here in the safety of the house and be with my husband. At that moment, my phone buzzed with a message. The cab driver, with a single word, "Here". I snapped myself out of it, and in my breeziest voice, told my husband I was heading out. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he told me to have a great time, and I walked out the door. As I started walking, I saw a black cab at the end of my road. I froze where I was, and when the engine started I too began to panic. But what I couldn't understand was that I could feel myself tingling, ever so slightly. What was wrong with me? Was I looking forward to this? I walked up to the cab, and as I expected, it was the cab driver waiting for me.
"I hope you don't mind Anna, but I didn't want to take a chance of you being a no-show, so I thought I'd save you the trouble, and would meet you at yours." He said in a king and friendly manner, almost as if we were friends. He then appraised me, slowly, taking in a long look at my outfit and said in a darker tone of voice, "Well, don't you look lovely." He almost licked his lips as he said it, "Go on, climb in."
I turned to the passenger door, when I stopped. He looked at me and in a hushed tone asked what was wrong.
I stared at the door handle, and worked up the courage. "This is the last time, do you hear me? The last time we do this. I cannot do this anymore, or I will tell my husband." I started in a hushed tone and realised I started to raise my voice.
In the same lowered tone, he replied, "Ok Anna, ok. Just get in the car sweetheart." He sounded so soothing, like he was trying to calm me down. I was hesitant for a second, before closing my eyes and opening the door. I climbed into the cab, and sat down.
We drove through the country lanes as I watched the neighbourhood go by. Soon we were at a barn that I had seen before. Again it was dark, and I could hardly see what was around. He parked the cab outside the barn. He told me to follow him as he exited the cab. I climbed out and felt the chill in the air hit me. The cab had been cosy, putting me in a trance, I couldn't bring my legs to take me into the barn. He stood by the barn and turned to look at me. "Anna come on in, you'll catch your death out here." He was right, it was now December and the fields were frozen. But I still couldn't move. He walked up to me and stood before me. "Ok, Anna, this will be the last time, but you have to come with me. Besides, we're going into the farmhouse tonight. It's empty just for us. Come on." He cooed. He draped an arm around me, and started dragging me along side the barn. I would have tried to fight him, but my heels weren't giving me much balance. I followed him round the barn and saw a small farmhouse, with smoke coming out of a chimney. It would have been charming had I not been with him.
He opened the front door and shoved me through. I almost fell forward with the sheer force of his push, but managed to steady myself. We were in the living room, where a fire was burning in the fireplace. It looked like the room had been rearranged. A winged armchair sat in front of the fireplace but at an angle away from it. A coffee table had been pushed up against the wall, to leave space on the rug in the middle of the room. When I looked at the rug, there were other dents where furniture should have been. He had gone through a lot of effort to get this room just right.
"Let me take that for you." The driver said, as he pulled my coat off, almost like a hospitable host. He placed my coat on a hook as he appraised my outfit. "Nice, very nice. Can't believe your husband let you out like that. Surely he'd be worried that someone might try it on with his missus." He said with a slightly leer.
I avoided his gaze and stared at the fire quietly, not making a sound. I was so confused, I hated this man, how much he humiliated me, what he put me through. Yet, all I could feel was slight butterflies in my stomach. I nervousness about what was going to happen.