You've known for a long time that you have a rape fetish. You felt guilty at first, but just the thought of being helpless and used like that is enough to make your clit throb achingly. So, when you found the online rape fetish forum it was a huge relief. There were others out there who felt the same way you did. Even more interestingly, some of the users were setting up rape experiences. Just agree on a place and time, leave your door unlocked at night, and an anonymous rapist would show up to make your darkest fantasies come true.
The voice in your head tried to tell you it was a bad idea, but it wasn't nearly as demanding as the voice between your legs. Besides, the whole thing seemed pretty safe, like a healthy way of exploring your kink. Lots of women were posting positive experiences, and you could even chat with a few different potential rapists before picking the lucky winner. You knew there were risks, but you were on birth control and felt like as long as you were careful then nothing bad would happen.
It wasn't long at all before you had submitted your anonymous request. That's how you met Erik. You knew that wasn't his real name, but he was pretty popular on the forum. He had several glowing reviews, and had even submitted medical paperwork showing he was clean. It could be fake, but it was something at least. He seemed like your best bet.
You first contacted him two weeks ago. Now, you were laying in bed in a new set of disposable pajamas. The kind that were comfortable, but easy to replace if somehow stained or ripped. It was around 8:00 at night. The sun was just finishing its descent below the horizon. You had showered thoroughly and gone to bed. Your small one bedroom house was locked up thoroughly - except for the back door which was slightly, but noticeably, ajar. A set of cheap wind chimes hung from the door. You'd sent Erik a picture of them earlier to make sure he got the right place, and to possibly let you know when the door opened.
He was supposed to arrive at 8:30. Impatiently, you dipped your hand into your pajama bottoms and played with your pussy. You stopped after only a few short strokes, as you didn't want to spoil the experience by being dripping wet before it ever started. It wouldn't take much, as you rubbed your legs together, trying to ignore your already throbbing clit. You tried to distract yourself by messing around on your phone, but only found yourself back on the forum, re-reading old messages and posts.
The red numbers on your clock read 8:30. Everything was quiet. No sign of him yet. You wondered if he had forgotten about you, or stood you up. That would be just your luck. You decided to try to sleep. It would make the experience more realistic anyway.
You had just started to doze off when you heard the unmistakable sound of metal chimes. Suddenly, you were wide awake and your heart was racing. Despite everything, you hadn't decided what to do when you heard him come in. Did you wait here in bed and pretend to be asleep, or did you confront him? It might be a neighbor checking on you. Or even the wind, or a stray animal, so staying in bed didn't seem like the best idea. You jumped out of bed and ran to the backdoor, in your pajamas and bare feet.
You made it almost to the back door before you saw him. He was standing just inside, pulling the door closed and locking it. He was tall and muscular with short hair. In the near darkness, you couldn't see make out much else. He seemed surprised to see you running towards him, and as he turned to face you, you realized he was holding a gun. He yelled at you in a deep voice, quietly but forcefully.
BITCH, don't look at me!
You were frozen, your uncertainty mixing with genuine fear. You stared at the barrel of the gun pointed in your direction. He hadn't mentioned that. Was it loaded? You couldn't seem to look away, to move, or even think.
BITCH, I said don't look at me!
You hadn't realized he was moving closer, and you never saw his hand move. His left hand came across hard, slapping you with enough force to send you sprawling backwards. You started breathing again, trying to catch your breath. You found yourself on your hands and knees on your tile floor. Your face stung painfully and you were blinking away tears. You told yourself over and over that it was all part of the act. You weren't in any real danger. It was a mantra, on repeat in your mind. He spoke up again, standing over you.
Is anyone else here?
Breathing raggedly, you shook your head. He laughed at you, placing his foot against your ass and shoving you flat against the floor.
Girl, it was a mistake leaving that door open. I figured I'd just check it out, maybe make a little easy money tonight. Turns out, it's my lucky day. And yours too. Now, you just do as your told and you won't get hurt too bad.
You crawled away from him, turning on your back to look at him, but making sure to keep your eyes down. He walked forward to continue standing over you. His jeans seemed to be struggled to conceal a substantial bulge. He leaned over you, grabbing you by the hair and wrapping his fist in your pony tail. He jerked your head back and slid the cold barrel of the gun into your mouth. He slid the barrel back and forth suggestively, then leaned in close to whisper threateningly in your ear.
You understand what I'm saying, whore?
Tears were running down your cheeks as you nodded, lips still wrapped around the barrel.