Date Rape Irinas Story

Irina

Loud music blasts throughout the club and lights flash in the otherwise dimly lit building. Irina dances amongst the crowd of people, she had gone out alone, she just needed to get some fun in her life and relax after a long week. However, her time was disrupted of it by the near countless amounts of men that had approached her all of whom she shot down. She had the attention of many of the men, she stood at 5'9 quite a bit taller than that in her heels so she stood out amongst the other women. She has shoulder-length jet-black hair, dazzling blue eyes that glisten with the lights of the club, an amazing physique well defined muscles, a tight body, and a large eye-catching ass, all perfectly shown off in her short black tight dress. As she tires of shooting men down and she walks over to the bar and orders herself a drink.

She stands at the bar and gets the bartender's attention, the bartender smiles at her and asks what she would like "give me an atviorka" Irina says. The bartender looks at her a bit confused. "Oh sorry, screwdriver It's called here, and go a little light on the orange juice little heavy on the vodka if you would," She says with a smile giving the bartender the cash. She takes a big drink as she leans back on the bar looking over at the floor. And she looks around she notices a tall handsome man walking towards her She rolls her eyes and looks away but he stands next to her and extends his hand.

The man was tall, around 6'2" short dirty blonde hair brushed off to the side, and hazel eyes and he was slim but not scrawny. He keeps his hand out "Hello my name is Brad, and you're just the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life Please let me buy you a drink" He says confidently, Irina looks at him, exasperated shakes her cup with her still mostly full drink at him then turns away without saying a word. He clears his throat and readjusts his collar but doesn't leave. He continues "Right of course but let me get your next round I would love to chat with you and get to know you". Irina doesn't look over at him and just continues to drink. "I know you probably get this a lot but trust me you won't regret it, just one drink, And if you still feel the same way after you finish that drink I'll be out of your hair Come on what do you say?" He says with a smile. Irina sighs And finally looks over at him.

Irina glares at him, her beautiful blue eyes filled with resentment and annoyance. She finishes her drink in one big gulp and slams down the cup next to her. She puts up two fingers and looks at him "two things I don't want to date you, I don't want to fuck you" She says to him irritated "but if you want to waste your money that badly fine buy me a drink, screwdriver" She says to him. Brad stares at her a little confused and caught off guard but recomposes himself nods and orders two screwdrivers. One for him and one for her He sets them both down and begins to smirk.

He sets both of the drinks down on the bar and looks over "Hey you still have some in your glass over there would be rude to start a new one without knocking that one out" He says jokingly. Irina looks over to the glass, There was barely any in there but shrugged her shoulders, to get the conversation over with as fast as possible She picks it up and finishes up what little there was. As she chugs it down, Brad pulls something from his chest pocket. He unfolds a small piece of paper and pours A little clear powder into Irina's glass. It was quick, very smooth as he shoved it into his pants pocket the powder dissolved right away, and the drink looked no different than it did before.

Irina shows the empty cup to him "Satisfied? this is stupid" She says. She tries to set the cup down on the bar but misses, it falls and a bunch of ice spills on the floor "Shit, Hey listen Brad you said it was? I got these heels and a really short dress, Do me a favor, help me clean that up please". She asks, a bit friendlier in tone but still very monotone. Brad smiles and happily bends down sweeping up all the ice, peeking up at her dress while he was down there, and thinking about all the vile things he wants to do to her. He finishes cleaning up, and Irina nods "In my culture, it's customary to chug with a new friend, usually the men finish before the women but I doubt you can keep up," She says with a shrug. Brad looks upset for a bit and agrees, his ego hurt they touch cups and both chug their drinks down. Brad smiles and waits for the drugs to kick in.

Irina pulls out her phone and begins typing away at it. Brad continues to converse with her checking his watch repeatedly as if timing something. She looks up at him replying to any questions he had with one-word answers, yeah, sure, welp, were the most that Brad got. Then she let out a deep yawn. "Well it's getting late isn't it, I don't want to be stuck in traffic so I called myself an Uber, you want to come back with me?" She says to Brad, who had collapsed face first on the bar and was drooling and mumbling something incoherently to himself. She smirks at him at waves over to the big security guards "My boyfriend here drank way too much, can you help me get him into the Uber?" She says as the men agreed and carried him to the waiting car outside. They put them in the backseat and she climbed in next to him, she leans in and whispers in his ear "You fucked up" That was the last thing he heard before completely losing consciousness.

Brad begins to stir his vision cloudy but he can see a strange room. He looks around and tries to get up He hears the clanging of chains. He looks up and sees his hands are handcuffed He looks down and so are his ankles. He's also just his underwear He tries to ask what's going on but He can't get any words out There's a small rubber ball in his mouth. His heart races as he shakes around letting out muffled noises. "Oh, finally awake are you? That's good I was starting to think you died" He looks over to where the voice is coming from he sees the beautiful woman from the bar earlier, Irina. She walks out of her dress, she's standing in just a small black thong, her Snow White skin accentuated by her chiseled physique, her large breasts moving up and down as she breathes.

She walks to the edge of the bed looking at him, her sharp blue eyes glaring at it with anger and lust. She looks in the eyes "I bet this isn't How you thought this was going to go, did you think you would drag me somewhere, rape me and go along your day" She turns around and walks to a dresser bends down to grab something, and she stands back up holding a belt. While she was bent over Brad couldn't take his eyes off of her ass, and he immediately got hard. She turns around looking at him "Saw something you like huh Well can't say the same, you're not very impressive, are you? You really thought that was going to do anything for me?" She says walking over to him, She hit some with the belt right on the erect member. He shouts out in pain still muffled by the ball gag as she laughs, "Don't start crying now, we are only just getting started".

She hits him again before walking over to the nightstand and grabbing a large pair of shears. She walks back over to him and gets on the bed she grabs him but the head of his cock holding it straight up and she puts the shears to it. Brad screams and pleads inaudibly and shakes his head as he watches her. She looks up at him and smirks sticking her tongue out "relax, I'm not THAT depraved". She then proceeds to cut off his boxers, throwing them off to the side She looks down and feigns disappointment. She grabs his balls and looks at him "Yeah really not that great, you are average at absolute best poor thing No wonder you have to force people to take this" She squeezes her hand and pulls, and he twists in pain. She spits on his cock plus her hand around it, squeezes hard and she begins to stroke slamming her fist into his body as she does "almost my entire hand fits around this, I was helping to have some fun tonight but seems like that's not going to happen at least not with this". She can feel him get harder at her words and she begins to laugh "Would you look at that, somebody enjoys this Can't say I'm surprised".

She spits on him again and continues to jerk him off. She looks over at him "All this for my ass, huh, you must really like it" She says smiling at him. She desperately nods, hoping not to make her angrier, She lets go with his cock and stands up on the bed looking down at him. She spits on his face, "Good then here get a better look at it"She says turning around and getting on her knees and she sits her big, perfect ass, directly on his face. He moves around struggling for her barely getting enough. She Lets out soft moans, grinding her pussy into his face him moving to provide extra pleasure She positions herself more comfortably, she means forward and takes his balls, and squeezes them again. She lets out moans as he continues to move and struggle, "fuck that's pretty good, such a good boy you are, I guess you deserve a little reward don't you?" She leans forward and licks the head of his cock, then takes it into her mouth and sucks hard pulling it back, it falls out of her mouth with a popping sound as she continues to grind her pussy in his face.

She continues teasing his cock, licking and sucking the head. Her pussy gets wetter with every lick and grinding of his face into it. She finally takes in a bit more, going all the way down, she bites firmly, not enough to cause injury, but definitely discomfort. He squeals and moves around in pain. She giggles and continues to suck it, stopping halfway up, she bites again. She continues with this routine for quite some time, bobbing down his cock, halfway biting him giggling at his reactions until she sits up, and stands. Brad gasps and breathes rapidly in relief. Irina stands over him as she slides her thong off and throws it at his face. She smiles a mischievous smile at him as she steps backward, putting her foot on his cock and pressing down on it.

She grinds her foot into him, "You should be grateful to me, a piece of shit rapist like you deserve to have this pathetic little thing cut off". She puts more weight on it before she spits in his face again, laughing at the pain and humiliation she is causing the would-be rapist. She moves her foot and hops down off the bed. She disappears from sight, and Brad struggles, his wrists getting red from moving so much. He can hear her moving some things around and he grows nervous. After a bit of time passes she comes back out, holding a large, thick strap on. His eyes grow wide as she smiles at him, never looking away from his eyes she slips it on and adjusts the tightness, the harness making her already big ass stand out even more.

She unlocks his ankles, he sees this as his chance to kick and get away, but he's too weak, the effect of the drug he intended to use on Irina. She grabs him by the balls and begins to lift him up, he squeals in pain "Oh you make the cutest noises you know that? Like a little puppy begging for a treat, well pup don't worry your treat is coming right up" she says, she stands over him, imposingly, she slaps the strap on hard against his cock and balls "This is what a real man's cock looks like, see much better than your tiny thing if you had been packing something like this you might've even gone inside me, but that? I wouldn't waste my time" she mocks him, as she gets back down, she pushes his legs up. She spreads his ass and spits on his hole a couple of times, she sticks her middle finger in him, and immediately he lets out moans as she continues to finger him.

She moves her free hand up, sliding it up the back of his thigh, pressing down hard against his already sore balls, she then grips his cock tightly and begins to stroke him as she continues to finger him. He moans and squirms at her touch, his moaning growing more intense and high pitch as the night continues, "ah ah ah, you moan like a little bitch, sad that you consider yourself a man". She smirks, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She can feel his cock throb, his ass tightens around her finger, and he squirms more, he is about to cum, so she stops. She laughs seeing the slight look of disappointment on his face "No no, you don't get to cum that easily, it'll be too pleasurable for you" she licks her hand, getting it wet, and rubs her strap on, getting it wet, she then presses it against his ass.

He looks at her, eyes wide shaking his head and pleading. She looks down at him, and fakes a pout "Aw? Are you saying I can't have this? Meanie" She says, before smirking gripping his thighs tightly and plunging, the entire thick strap-on deep inside of his ass. He lets out of scream muffled by the gag and she paid it no mind She continues to thrust away. Her ass shakes with each thrust, She pulls it almost all the way out before thrusting it right back in, in rhythm long hard strokes. He continues to squeal and squirm "Yeah that's what I like to hear, I love it when my bitches moan for me, keep it up" her big tits bounce as she continues to fuck him.

She leans in on him thrusting even harder. She puts a hand around his neck squeezing tightly and she looks down at him. The cock going in and out of him easier She has him almost folded in half fucking him hard "There you go take it you little bitch Oh you love this don't you, you love to be treated like a little whore". He continues to moan in ecstasy, closing his eyes and drooling. Her beautiful body glistens and gleams with sweat as she is thrusting hard and rough She grabs her tits moaning out herself "Fuck, fuck yes" She says completely dominating him She continues her rhythm harder and faster until he squeals and kicks his legs out moaning harder than before, his cock twitches and throbs as he shoots a load of cum, from his position it lands directly on his face and chest She grips his thighs continuing to thrust slowly. She pulls it out, a plopping noise is made as she does and she leaves the room. Brad lays there exhausted and humiliated as he hears the shower running. Irina comes out in a hoodie and sweats and begins to pack up her things. She grabs a couple of her duffel bags in her backpack, walks over to Brad's pants, and removes his wallet, she takes out the cash that he has and throws it off to the side. She walks over and puts the key to the handcuffs on the nightstand "I'm sure The maids will let you out tomorrow morning, bye Brad, Don't try to pull a scrap again okay!" She says putting on a big smile on her face as she laughs and walks out of the door, He screams weakly and tries to wiggle his way out of the cuffs, to no avail he's left there alone covered in his own cum.