Irreversible

"Go ahead, finish your drink, sweetie. Liquid courage and all that. I think you'll need it for what we're about to do. "

I look at you intently, letting the tension settle between us. The air feels electric, humming with the unspoken.

"Let's go over everything one more time," I whisper, my voice calm but laced with anticipation.

Your fingers fidget with the rim of your glass, betraying the torrent of thoughts swirling behind your otherwise composed face. You look up, meeting my gaze, and I see it--a flicker of hesitation quickly swallowed by trust.

"I'm ready," you say, but your voice is soft, almost tentative.

I lean in closer, my tone dropping to something more serious, commanding.

"I need to hear you say it clearly, love. This is intense. If you have doubts, we stop here."

You pause, the words hanging between us like a weight. Your mind races--Is this too much? Will I handle it? Will he?--but beneath the surface, you know the answer. You trust him. You've planned this moment together, rehearsed it, shared the intimate contours of your wildest fantasies. This is what you want, what you crave.

Your voice steadies. "I'm sure. I want this. All of it."

A smile spreads across my face, though my eyes remain serious. "Good. You know the safeword?"

You repeat them in response; a well-practised mantra of trust and safety in submission. You know, despite all appearances to the contrary, you are firmly in control when you surrender to me.

"And the signal, when you can't speak?"

You take a breath, your pulse quickening. "Two squeezes."

I nod approvingly. "Perfect. I trust you to use them. You know that, right? No hesitation. I'll stop the second you need me to."

Your chest feels lighter, even as a nervous flutter lingers in your stomach. You've never done anything this extreme, but his words ground you, reassure you. You're in control, even as you're about to give it all up.

"I trust you," you say, and you mean it.

"And I trust you," I reply, my voice softer now, a sliver of affection breaking through.

You nod, a spark of excitement flashing in your eyes.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me."

"So I'm going to drive you out into the middle of nowhere. You'll be a good walk away from the house. A while away from neighbours. There won't be anyone around to help you. And I'm going to leave you there for just a few minutes, while I drive around the corner and come back. You might be a bit cold and scared, but I'll come back for you."

You're following me intently with your eyes. Watching every movement of my lips and tongue. Nods in all the right places.

"When I come back, it won't be me. It'll be a stranger that the desperate lost little girl asks for directions. A stranger who can't resist such adorably helpless prey. Then you want me to get out of the car, chase you down, hunt you, push you into the ground, restrain you with your arms behind your back, immobilise you, bind and gag you, and abduct you. Is that what you want?"

A wry smile spreads across your face as you say it, "Yes".

Could it be that, like me, you can't believe this fantasy is becoming a reality?

"Fuck, just talking about this is turning me on. Here, put your hand on my cock."

You indulge me. Massaging my now stiffened cock through my jeans and gasping appreciatively.

"I'm going to drive back to the house. Throw you on the bed. Tear off your fucking clothes and rape you. I'm going to violate you. I'm going to abuse every fucking hole. Mouth, pussy, and if I can force my cock into you, arse too. I'm going to keep using you, no matter what you say. No matter how loudly you scream. Not that anyone will hear you scream. Do you like the sound of that?"

Another nod. This time, synchronised with your hand on my cock, squeezing impatiently.

"Good. And don't make it easy for me. Don't just give in. Try and fight me off. I'm going to overpower you. I'm going to hold you down and take what I fucking want from you. Scream, cry, be disobedient. It's just going to make me rougher and more aggressive to get you to comply."

"And to make sure you're a good girl and do what I say, I thought at some point I'd use this."

A glint of cold steel, reflected in your pupils, which widen. You weren't expecting this. The simple addition of a weapon somehow makes the coercion with which I'm about to fuck you all the more real.

"It seems intense to be doing this, but I read up a lot about knife play recently. I found the bluntest knife I could, I'll hold it blade facing away from your flesh. The point has been blunted off too. And only use it when my hand is steady and you won't struggle. And it really is blunt, look. "

You wince slightly in anticipation of my pain as I run the blade against my open palm. Yet none comes to my face.

"We don't have to use the knife at all. It was an idea I had. I realise it's a bit far out there and I want you to be comfortable with it and consent to everything. Here, hold it, see how blunt it is."

You handle the knife, running your finger along the blade, inspecting the dullness of the edge, feeling the weight in your hand. You position it briefly against your throat and test for its impact. You return it with a nod.

"Let's try, I want to. I trust you. I'll use the safeword if I think it's too much and I change my mind."

"And since you'll be gagged, or have my cock jammed so far down your throat you can't breathe, or my hands wrapped over your screaming mouth. What signal will you give me when you can't use words?"

You squeeze my thigh twice in quick succession.

"Perfect. I trust you to use them whenever you need to. You won't disappoint or upset me. I want you to feel safe. I love you. I'm ready. Let's do this."

We get into my car. My eyes are fixed on the road, yours are on me, scanning and studying my face. My free hand is on your thigh. Snaking its way under your skirt, slowly up towards your aching cunt as we wend our way through the dark. The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The cicadas sing their song of solitude as my thoughts accelerate. I am filled with a flurry of images--your wide eyes, your trembling hands--and the sounds, your gasp, your cry, of the cruelty I am about to inflict on you, my love.

Scarcely 10 minutes in length, the journey takes far too long as measured by the resounding fury building in my head. I can't wait to get my hands on you, but I must keep them on the steering wheel as the road elongates, seemingly infinitely in front of us. Your eyes are on my crotch, noting my cock is still stiffened with excitement. Your hand is lightly resting on your panties, feeling the warmth seep through, feeling your pussy clench - your own fantasies preparing your cunt for how violently it's about to be fucked.

We reach the spot. Unremarkable yet after this unforgettable; irreversibly impressed in my mind. What we will do here will change us forever.

I pull over, approach, open the door for you. I kiss you once on the lips, deeply. I pull you close, our hearts pressing together, a warmth spreading through me.

"See you soon, sweetpea."

I whisper, my breath warming the chill in the night air.

Then, like Eve expelled from Eden, I send you into the darkness.

I drive off into the distance. I notice your glasses are in the car and this makes me smirk. Your utter helplessness is a thrilling prospect that makes my cock twitch in anticipation. Vivid and disturbing images race through my mind, a movie playing at full speed, its impact both intense and thrilling. A premonition of power and violence - you sprawled out in front of me, abused fuckholes spread open, arms tied up, mouth agape, screaming, begging, pleading with me to stop. It makes my head rush and my cock ache. I can't believe we're doing this, but there's no turning back. You're mine, and I can't wait to fucking destroy you.

As I round the corner, my initial impulse is I have to get into character. This takes almost no effort; I'm already primed to use and abuse, and I see the most tasty, helpless piece of fuckmeat meandering about defenceless in the dark. She approaches my car, like a timid deer.

"Hi...um I think I'm really lost. I'm looking for the bus home. I've lost my glasses and I really need to get on the bus. Please help," she says, a terrified tone in her voice.

"There's no bus at this hour love, not out here. Where are you going?" I reply matter-of-factly.

"I need to get to the bus," she mumbles cautiously.

"There's no bus, not at this time. Look, I'm a gentleman. Tell me where you're going, and I'll give you a lift," I reply with a firm yet gracious hospitality.

Her eyes flit to the side for a second. Then fixate on my face, studying my expression as my dwindling patience wears my carefully held features thin. I'm starting to get terse, and the tightening of my jaw is evident to her.

"Ummm that's okay, I think I'm just going to walk, thanks anyway," she blurts out voice aquiver.

She turns around doggedly and starts walking away, 4 or 5 paces before she looks back. I haven't moved; I want her to get a head start. The thrill of hunting prey is predicated on the disadvantage of the hunter.

I get out of the car, slowly so as not to startle her. I methodically retrieve the bag, restraints, and gag from the backseat, feeling a surge of power and vivid pictures of what I'm about to do with each as I wield them. I put everything in the bag and leisurely walk towards her. She looks back, her vision blurring slightly, but she can still make out my hazy silhouette. Her pace quickened, a primal urgency propelling her forward as survival instincts took over, her heart pounding in a frantic rhythm against her ribs. I run full pelt and she responds in kind. She's a lot faster than I thought she would be without the glasses.

I'm within a hands grasp of her when I shout.

"I told you to get in the fucking car,"

She responds by screaming shrilly as my hand seizes her by the waist.

FUCK!

As remote a location as this is, there are people out here. People who will hear your cries and think you are actually being raped. I clamp my other hand down over her mouth and she bites my fingers.

Turning her around, I was met with a flurry of fists to my chest and her furious shouts of "Get off me!" As her fists relentlessly pummel me, I find an opening to deliver a firm slap across her face, catching her off guard. Holding her stinging cheek for a second is the only moment I need to put my foot behind her legs, topple her momentum by pushing her chest backwards, catch her reclining body in my arms, and hold her prone on the ground. My knee is on top of her back, the weight preventing her from freeing herself.

"I told you to get in the fucking car. Now I'm going to have to tie you up and throw you in," I almost yell at her through gritted teeth.

"WHAT THE FUCK, NO! leave me alone, please leave me alone," she screams pathetically in protest.

Knee still pressed between her shoulder blades, I lean down, so my face is close to hers.

"Listen, you little fucking slut, walking around alone at night, dressed like THAT," I scoff, snaking a hand up her short skirt, "what did you expect to happen when you dress like such a delicious piece of fuckmeat, how is a pervert like me to help himself?"

"Just let me go please, get off me," she continues yelling, her voice slowly becoming hoarse.

"Oh, I'll let you go when I'm done with you, but I intend to have a lot of fun with you first," I drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Now look, there are a few people around here. People in a quiet country neighbourhood who will be very disturbed to hear you screaming like a worthless whore while I rape you. And frankly, I don't like disturbing my neighbours," I drawl with casual indifference.

"So you have two options. Shut the fuck up. Right now, so I can I tie you up and throw you in my car. Then I'm going to take you to my house and use your pretty little fuckholes all night. Do as I say and I won't hurt you."

"Option 2, and by far my favourite, believe me.", I lower the ball gag in front of her face to make my point.

"I make you shut the fuck up, tear off your clothes and rape your arse and pussy right here, right now. I'll fuck you on the earth like the worthless whore you are and leave you here to freeze alone in the cold."

A stunned second silence.

"And if you make me choose that princess, you won't like it, and I will hurt you--I don't have lube for your tight little arsehole here, it'll just be my spit and your tears. If you're lucky."

I pause to let it sink in. She looks up at me dolefully, lip trembling.

"Come on, whaddya say?" I press on, giving her an almost affable tap on the shoulder.

Nothing. She's dumbfounded by my cruelty and the illusion of her choice.

"Thought so. Now be a good girl and don't fucking scream or yell or carry on while I tie you up. Or I will have to hurt you." I let the gravity of the threat dawn on her with the sincerity of my tone; I mean it.

I reach for the bag but make the mistake of taking my knee off her back, thinking my warning sufficient to ensure her compliance. In a split second she has gotten up off the ground and is running away, screaming into the night. I chase her down, grab her by the throat, and force her gaze to meet mine. Her face is a frozen rictus of terror.

"Stupid. Worthless. Disobedient. Fucking. Cunt."

Every word I grunt and spit at her is followed by a slap to her face, the sound reverberating through the night like a full stop of indignant savagery. I really did not expect her to do that. No more fucking games now, no more bargaining.

Eyes streaming with tears, I push her supine and wrap my hands around her neck. Slowly depriving her of oxygen to dim the fight in her. Quickly and methodically, I use the hogties to bind her legs together by the ankles, and her arms together by the wrists. Then I affix all four limbs to the shared O-ring, rendering her a helpless little lamb, lying on her back, gazing transfixed with fear at her captor.

Holding her gaze, I'm overcome with a strange mix of compassion and sadism. I snap out of this intoxicating headspace for a moment with the realisation that you are mine, and I treasure you. So what the fuck am I doing? You are so beautiful, bound up and defenceless, yet I want to hurt you. I need to break you.

I lean in close, so my breath is hot in her ear.

"One more thing. Before I put this bag over your head and hide that beautiful face. Kiss me, gorgeous".

"Fuck you!", she shouts defiantly back, making me recoil slightly. And flattens her lips to deny my demand.

With one hand on her jaw and one on her cheek, I prise her mouth open. I kiss her deep, invading her mouth with my tongue. Her protest is muffled through the contact of our lips. I wrap my hands around her delicate neck, pressing into her carotid artery. Slowly, the lack of oxygen clouds her mind as she fights against the unwanted kiss, each gasp for air a desperate struggle.

"I love the way your fear tastes, whore," I say, licking my lips like a pervert.

I spit in her mouth so she can taste it, too. I slap her face hard as she recoils in disgust. She doesn't have another chance to protest as I push the ball gag into her mouth and secure it around her neck.

"See you soon beautiful" is the last thing she sees my lips mouth as I place the bag over her face.

I slide my hands under her body and lift her up into my arms. Carrying her powerless frame to the car, the vivid cinematics whirl through my head again. Intoxicating me in this headspace where I take what I want from her with no need to ask. Where I use her for my pleasure without regard for hers. Where she becomes my degraded plaything, my fuckdoll, my worthless little whore. Her body sprawled out in every position, my cock abusing her in every hole. Hearing her scream for me to make it stop. Listening to her pathetic pleas not to hurt her. Making her beg me not to impregnate her.

I am alight with the power I have over your body, delirious with the desire to take what I want from you, ecstatic for the gift of your submission and the immense trust in me to make our shared fantasies come true.

I'll never forget this night. What we will do for each other. Who we will become. The depths we will go to together. The changes are irreversible.

We drive on. Muffled screams form the melody to the background noise of rubber on gravel. The ball gag does its job. This hysterical, pathetic whore would be screaming her lungs out if anything, but a stifled sound would escape her lips. Or if there were anyone to hear.

The drive up is longer than the journey down, with the anticipation building inside my mind. Every second spent next to my prey is accompanied by vivid and disturbing images. She's all mine now. I will use for my perverted desires all night. My property, my fuckdoll, whose every fuckhole is about to be pried open, invaded, and violated.

We arrive at the property in the stark cold of night. She persists in her feeble struggle to escape, even with no use of her limbs, mouth, or sight. Squirming in the seat and trying to shimmy her way onto the hard ground. I have to admire her spirit, even if the results are fucking pathetic.

I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. The tender princess grip I carry her in belies a brutal and sadistic intention. I hoist her out of the car, slowly climb the steps, open the door and throw her on the bed. I slam the door shut, unintentionally.

I walk into the bathroom, the sound of my own footsteps echoing slightly, and look at myself in the mirror; Who am I? I am different. I can see it so clearly. There is a glimmer of madness, a spark of savage determination in my eyes. Pupils dilating, blood rushing, sinews in my hands impulsively flexing and extending for want of her neck to wrap them around. My mind is clear. The path of cruelty and ironclad intent before me burns with a fierce intensity, a relentless flurry of images, impressions, and the raw, visceral sensations of violence. The need to dominate, to overpower, to subsume.

I'm going to rape you, and I'm going to make you love every fucking minute of it.

I pick up the scissors and the knife on the way out, fingering the dull blade once more to assure myself. My prey lies prostrate in front of me. Shivering, no longer screaming, but whimpering. She senses my footfalls and attempts to move away. Quite a task with all four limbs bound. The effort involved makes her topple onto her side, a helpless little lamb. Delightful, I can't help but chuckle to myself softly.

"You're so pretty when you're helpless; I'm so glad I found you."

My hands are already encircling her throat as I intone this. I run my fingertips lightly up and down her naked thighs. Admiring the curve of each and the slightest visible tease of her panties.

"And you're all mine now."

"I really don't know what you expected. A beautiful piece of fuckmeat, dressed like she's ready to be used and abused. Wandering around in the dark at night. Someone ought to have taught you how not to dress like such an obvious cock hungry whore."

No protest now, but for the gurgles she's silent, saving oxygen. I slide the cold steel of medical scissors underneath her skirt and start cutting.

"Don't you dare fucking move," I warn sternly.

Slowly and methodically, I cut away her skirt, blouse, and the back of her bra. Pretty lingerie too. It seems like such a waste.

"Who were you all dressed up for with these pretty panties? Hmm, off to meet some boyfriend or fuckbuddy? Or maybe this is just what you wear every day, always prepared, aren't you slut? In case you need to be fucked with a moment's notice."

I press my nose into her still covered mound. I can't help it. I'm a fucking pervert and I love the smell of her soaking wet slit. I can smell the fear and it makes me throbbing hard.