Consent And Non Consent

This story is about CNC, or Consent/ Non-Consent. Today, it is a controversial subject. Feel free to leave comments at the end of the story.

I stepped out of the shadows and shoved her against the wall adjacent to her front door. My right hand pinned her hard against the wall and my left came up holding my knife. I placed the flat of the blade against the base her throat and twisted just enough so she could feel the razor-sharp edge against her neck. She did the smart thing and held very still.

"You will do exactly what I say, when I tell you to do it. You will not scream or yell or make any noise at all. If you fail to follow my instructions, I will take this knife and fuck you up in ways you cannot imagine" I told her. She nodded her head in understanding but did not utter a sound.

There was good news and bad news here, but that evaluation depended on your perspective. I had an agreement and a contract, both signed by the nice lady in my grasp. Good or bad, this fantasy was hers. She wanted this. If the cops showed up, I had the proverbial get out of jail free documents.

"Now take your keys and open the door". She did so and I shifted my grip to her right shoulder and guided her inside. Once through the door, I again pinned her against the wall with one hand and shut and locked the door.

"This is very simple. If you do what I tell you to do, you will be left with a small bruise or two and your cunt full of my cum. If you decide to fight me, that works, too, but you will need a trip to the ER to repair the damage. The choice is yours to make". Facing the wall, she nodded again, but remained silent. "Good girl", I thought. My DNA was in no government database, and I had never been fingerprinted, so evidence of my presence in her home would lead nowhere.

I secured a grip on the back of her blouse and forced her into the living room. The house was still dark inside, but there was enough light from the adjacent kitchen so we wouldn't be stumbling over the furniture. I turned her around and her eyes focused on my knife. It was an ugly piece of equipment, and designed for one thing, fighting. It was modeled from the World War I trench knife, with a long, double-edged blade, a spike on the end of the handle for smashing skulls, and a knuckle protector for smashing people in the face. Like I said, ugly. And scary.

I was wearing a hood, but that would come off soon.

"Take off your clothes. You don't have to if you don't want to, but I would enjoy cutting them off" as I waved my knife at her face.

She nodded and whispered, "Please don't hurt me".

She was trembling from her fear, which was a good sign. It didn't take long for her to get naked, although she was a bit slow when it came time to remove her panties. She stood there, naked and very afraid, one hand over her crotch, the other trying to cover her not insubstantial breasts. Her shyness was almost funny.

Reaching into the pocket of my jacket, I extracted a hood and pulled it over her head, making certain her eyes were covered but her nose and mouth were exposed. I had plans for her mouth later in the evening.

I warned her, "Be very careful with the hood. Things will not go well for you if you see my face". She nodded, her fear rendering her mute. My jacket pockets yielded leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, which I quickly installed. Her wrists were tied together with a snap link behind her back. I couldn't resist the sight of her tits and took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and squeezed and twisted hard. She would have little purple bruises on them in the morning.

I tied her ankles similarly. Given the hood over her head, she lost her balance and started to fall, but I was quick enough to catch her on my shoulder and pick her up.

I took her down a hallway and located her bedroom, complete with four poster bed. "Perfect", I thought. Tossing her off my shoulder and onto the bed, I secured some lengths of cord from my pockets and tied her spread eagled and face down to her bed.

I took a moment to reflect on where we were and what was next. Removing my hood and my clothes, I admired her tight, muscular body, and let my fantasies run wild in my imagination. She was quite obviously what we call a gym rat. Experience told me that such women could be very strong and very quick. This was going to be fun.

The really strange thing was that we had met before. A couple of years ago, I was invited to a social function by a friend. It was a cocktail party, and I had just returned from my last tour in Afghanistan. I had the GI suntan, tanned hands and face and pretty much white everywhere else. There was the sense of undergoing the decompression from war to civilized society. My friend introduced us, knowing that she was a literary agent and I was interested in writing a novel. The conversation went down hill fast when I admitted I was a soldier, fresh from a war zone. Her face was filled with revulsion and disgust.

She asked, "How many people did you kill?"

"Well, the answer to that kind of depends?" I responded.

"On what?" she replied.

"Do I get to count pregnant women as two?" It was a gruesome answer to an awful question. I thought she was going to throw up in front of me. She left the party instead. I told my friend what happened and he apologized. He had not known she felt to strongly about war.

Running my hands over her body, I enjoyed feeling her well defined muscles twitch under my touch. I slapped her hard on the ass and warned her to stop squirming. Reaching between her spread legs, I rammed two fingers in her pussy. She cried out and wiggled and squirmed, which helped me get my fingers deeper inside her pussy. I was more than a little shocked to discover that her pussy was soaking wet and gushing pussy juice.

"You little slut! You like this! Don't you?" She didn't answer me, but her hips wiggled again, so I added a third finger and rammed it deeper and twisted. Her hips wiggled again, and she drove her cunt back on my probing fingers. I reached under her with my other hand and found her clitoris. Pinching it hard between my thumb and finger, I gave it a twist as she screamed, and her hips wiggled harder. This was getting interesting.

Pulling my hands away, I took my wet fingers and smeared her juices over her face and lips. I paused to consider this turn of events. Was it possible this bitch was enjoying herself? Perhaps it was time for me to experience some pleasure. I released the cords that had held her spread eagled and used the snap links to hook her left hand to her left ankle and her right hand to her right ankle. Turning her sideways and then face down on the bed, her very wet and now glistening pussy was available for my pleasure. She squealed again as I drove my now very hard erection balls deep. Oh, she was wet and ready, all right. After a few moments of enjoying her wet and ready pussy, it was time to throw a challenge her way.

"Fucking your pussy is like sticking my cock in a bucket of warm water. You better start concentrating on squeezing my cock with your cunt or you will suffer. Do you understand?" I felt a couple of little twitches around my cock, but nothing that was turning me on. I'm Joe Average in the cock department, but her pussy was not getting the job done. I smacked her hard on the ass a couple of times to help her concentration, to no avail.

Frustrated, I pulled out and looked around. Perhaps there was something we I could use to help the cause? Finding some sex toys in the top drawer of her bureau, I secured an average size vibrator. Twisting the base to turn it on, I slipped it in her pussy, and she gasped and wiggled. Now for my turn. Moving in behind her once again, I rammed my cock in her cunt alongside the vibrator and enjoyed the much tighter fit.

She whined "It hurts" and tried to get away. A firm grip on her hips put a stop to that. Her pussy muscles started to squeeze on their own accord, trying to force the vibrator and my cock out of her. The base of the vibrator rested against my pubic bone, so she got both my cock and her vibrator rammed in her cunt at the same time. She whined and cried and begged me to stop, but I was determined. All this was for my pleasure, and I didn't give a damn about hers.

As I got close to cumming, I had another idea. Pulling my cock out of her, I allowed the vibrator to fall on the bed and went back to her bureau. I spotted a medium sized butt plug and my fantasy gene started to smile. The serious fun was about to begin.

Not seeing anything that could serve as lube, I located the end of the butt plug in the opening of her pussy to smear her juices on it, then rammed it in her ass. The slut screamed and tried to get away from the pressure, but I was relentless. To give her an idea of what I wanted from her, I pulled the butt plug back out and rammed it back in again and enjoyed the sound of her screaming each time.

The vibrator and my cock went back into her pussy, which she did not enjoy. She was crying and begging and pleading with me pretty much full time, to no avail. Her sobs were music to my ears, and I was once again relentless in pounding my cock and the vibrator into her pussy. I was getting some serious enjoyment from this experience.

All good things must come to an end, and I could no longer ignore the grip of her pussy on my hard driving cock, and my balls let go with a nice load of cum.

But this little party was a long way from being over.

She rolled over on her side, still sobbing and crying. I sat her up and wiped all the tears and snot from her face and offered her a sip of water. Who says I'm not a nice guy? I picked her up and sat her down on the floor, back against the wall. Straddling her legs, I rammed my cum and pussy juice covered cock in her mouth. She knew what to do this time and was enthusiastic with her sucking my cock and licking my balls. I was careful not to ram in too deep, as throwing up on me was not my favorite scene. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes was almost my undoing.

Unknown to me, she was busy fumbling with the snap links holding her wrists to her ankles and managed to unhook herself. She spit my cock out and jumped up and took a swing at me with a right hand. Not only was she a gym rat, but she also had some martial arts training. Unfortunately for her, I also had experience in boxing and judo. I blocked the punch with my left arm and managed to resist the urge to punch her in the face. Instead, I looped my right arm under hers and tossed her through the air with a judo throw. She landed on the bed, surprise on her face, and screamed as I landed on top of her. There was a moment of wild struggling and screaming. She landed a couple of punches and tried the nail scratching trick. None of it had much effect as I looped one arm around her neck and squeezed really hard, then used my other hand to grab a handful of pussy hair and grab and twist.

In a whisper, I told her "Stop now or I will break your fucking neck". Sobbing once again, her body went slack. She had lost the hood during our altercation, but that could not be helped now. My weight pinned her to the bed, and I managed to fasten the cords to her wrists, then eased back and tied off her ankles. I located her hood and put it back on. Perhaps she would not remember my face.

It was time to pause and reflect. Could I handle this slut or not? Taking a moment to pause and consider my next move, I looked in her closet and found a big head Hitachi muscle massager and a bottle of sex lube. I turned it on and laid it on her pussy. Since she was on her back, it started to have an effect on her right away. Walking through the house, I located her refrigerator and retrieved a jug of orange juice. There was very little reason to be concerned about DNA or fingerprints, so I drank my fill, then paused and reflected on what to do with her next.

My favorite slut was wiggling and squirming around, but it was hard to tell if she was trying to get away from the vibration or getting closer to it. Grabbing the handle, I jammed it hard against her pussy and enjoyed her squeal of pleasure. It was orgasm time for her, so I rubbed the vibrating head of the massager up and down the length of her slit. It didn't take long, and she started squealing and wiggling and cumming. Her bonds held her in place, but it took her a while to finish. The surprise came when she wiggled and shook a bit, and the big head of the massager stretched the ring of muscle at the opening to her pussy and slipped inside. Now there was a surprise. Aided by a push from me, the massager sank deeper and deeper inside her until it could go no further and I was left holding the last couple of inches of the handle. Following my carnal urges, I started to pump the massager in and out of her. She screamed and thrashed around ever louder and harder, to no avail.

She finally took a deep breath and fainted. So much for overstimulation. Pulling the massager out of her cunt, I waited for her to come around. But I was far from through yet. I leaned over and pinched and twisted her nipples again, which helped bring her around.

"Please" she cried. "No more".

No such luck. I had warned her not to resist, so now it was payback time. Taking her little bottle of lube, I covered my hand with it and set to work on her pussy, once again. Easing in four fingers, I pumped them in and out and twisted them, stretching her pussy open. Folding my thumb in against my palm, I pushed hard against the ring of muscle and twisted my hand until the muscle gave way and my hand was inside her, to my wrist. She cried out again and her body shook, but my hand was inside her cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it.

I wrapped my fingers around the neck of her cervix and gave it a squeeze. Rotating my hand, my knuckles rubbed against that special spot, way down deep inside her cunt, and she started to respond again. Rubbing her clitoris with my other hand, her hips writhed and shuddered and twisted. She started to cum once again, and the muscles in her pussy were beginning to contract and squeeze my hand.

This whole thing was turning into quite an experience for both of us. Her orgasm took hold of her body as I twisted and rubbed harder on that sweet spot deep inside her. Her pussy muscles squeezed my hand harder and harder, until it started to hurt. With one long, loud scream, her back arched until the only thing touching the bed was her heels and the back of her head. The muscles in her pussy were crushing my hand. It took some time, but the intensity started to fade and once again, she fainted.

Her muscles relaxed enough so I could extract my hand from the depths of her pussy. A close inspection revealed she wasn't bleeding, which was a good sign. I dressed quickly, and released one of her hands so she could free herself.

It was time to get the hell out of Dodge. I beat a hasty retreat, and reflected on my efforts to fulfill her fantasy.

I wondered what I would do the next time I was asked for this fantasy?