Authors Notes: This story involves CNC/Rape, it is merely a fantasy and should be taken as such and is not to be recreated in real life without all participants consenting.
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We had shared a short kiss the last time we met, but I had made it clear that I wasn't ready to take things further. He promised to take things slow, so that we could get to know each other better.
For our third date, I had agreed to catch up over drinks, at his place. I made the mistake of thinking he would keep his promise.
I arrived in the afternoon, wearing tight fitting jeans and a long sleeve shirt with cut out shoulders. He was dressed in a nice t-shirt and casual, but fitted pants. He made us some drinks, put on some low music and we sat on the couch, talking about our interests and sharing our hobbies.
I was enjoying our time together, but as the night went on he would not stop stroking my leg with his hand. Trying to, not so subtly, suggest we should take things further. So eventually, I decided it was best if I ended the night early.
"I think I should get going" I said.
He seemed disappointed, but I knew I wasn't ready. I got up to walk to the door and he grabbed my arm and spun me around,
"wait, don't go. I thought we were having a good time", He pleaded.
"We were" I responded "but I told you I don't want to rush this"
He looked upset about this, "I know, but I really like you, let's just fool around a little"
His persistence was starting to annoy me, "No, I am going home"
I turned towards the door and that's when he angrily grabbed me from behind. My heart raced with fear, I tried to stay calm but my mind was racing with all the possible scenarios.
He dragged me backwards and I started to scream but he put his hand over my mouth. My heart started pounding in my chest as I realized what was happening. I tried to escape but his grip was too strong as he pulled me into his bedroom. He locked the door and I screamed for help but no one could hear me in the empty house.
He pushed me onto the bed.
"No, please don't" I pleaded with him.
He ignored my pleas and turned me over on my stomach, pushing me down, his body weight pressing me into the mattress.
"Stop" I cried out, as he held my wrists down to stop me from flailing.