Rape Happy

I was totally minding my own business. I mean totally. Strolling through the park reading an email on my phone, oblivious to what was around me. I was startled to hear an angry cry. Even more startled to have an angry redhead slap me as if she was trying to knock my head off.

I stumbled back a step, confused, only to receive another slap as she backhanded me across my other cheek. I was still trying to come to turns with this when she punched me in the stomach.

That was the point when I hastily turned side on, just knowing what would come next. I turned just in time as the knee intended for my testicles thudded into my side.

It dawned on me that I was well and truly getting my clock cleaned by a strange woman and prepared to defend myself. I wasn't sure how I'd do this without maiming the idiot so I prepared to run. I was saved by divine intervention.

"Sophie, stop. He's not my ex. He's the one running like a rabbit."

"Oh. Sorry," said my assailant and the two young women took off after the rabbit like bloodhounds on a scent. I wished him luck. He would probably need it.

I considered reporting it to the police but really? Tell them that a redhead not even half my size slapped the shit out of me? I don't think so. I would, however, remember those women and sometime I'd have a less than friendly chat with them.

Naturally I didn't see either of the young ladies in the park after that. Almost a month later, when I'd nearly forgotten the incident, I literally bumped into the second of the women as I was entering my condo.

"Fancy meeting you here? Does your manic friend Sophie also live in this condo?"

"Who are you and what do you want with Sophie?"

"My name is Mark. And you are?"

"Megan, and what do you want with Sophie."

"Do you and your friend assault so many men that you can't remember all your victims? I was the one in the park about a month ago. I just want to know if Sophie lives here so the police know where to find her."

"The police?"

"Naturally the police. Assault and battery is a serious crime."

"Oh my god. You didn't report it to the police. Tell me you didn't. It wasn't her fault."

"I'm damn sure it wasn't mine," I pointed out.

"She didn't mean it," pleaded my little blonde friend. "She was upset over what my ex did."

"And what heinous crime did he commit."

"He tried to rape me!"

I looked her over. A very nice figure pleasingly stacked on the upper deck. Naturally blonde with blue eyes that sought to capture a man and a totally innocent expression. She was wearing sandals, a flirty skirt that swung loosely around her legs, reaching to mid-thigh, a frilly and flimsy blouse, and a flimsy bra. (I could see her bra through the blouse and it certainly looked flimsy.)

"Tried to rape you, did he? Then I can excuse Sophie for beating up on him, but I wasn't your ex."

"But she thought you were. I'd just told her about what he did and mentioned that was him up ahead. She saw you walking along without a care in the world and just lost her temper."

"She didn't actually lose it," I said. "I know exactly where it went."

I checked her out again.

"I have to admit to some sympathy for your ex," I told her. "You look eminently rapable."

I could see the small bumps off her nipples pressing against her bra. I reached over and pressed one, pleased to see it react. Both of them reacted for that matter and were now noticeably pressing against her blouse.

"Uh huh. Noticeably rapable. Why don't you come up to my unit for a while."

"Well really," she said in a huffy tone. "This is because of Sophie, isn't it?"

"Certainly not," I denied. "This is purely between you and me."

"If I was stupid enough to go to your room you'd probably rape me. You just hinted that you would."

While talking the lift had arrived and we'd boarded. Her destination was a couple of floors higher than mine.

"You're slow but you do get there eventually," I said with a smile.

"And you expect me to tamely follow you?"

"You got it," I admitted cheerfully, ushering her out of the lift. "This way."

She followed me to my unit, protesting she wasn't ok with this the whole time. Me, I was trying to remember if I'd cleaned up that morning. I was pretty sure I had. Closing the door behind her I turned to look her over once more.

"While you look very nice dressed like that I'd rather see you without any clothes. Take them off," I said firmly.

"You can't make me," she retorted, unwilling to yield too easily.

"True," I admitted. "Now get undressed."

She swallowed nervously and started stripping, keeping one eye on me the entire time. It seemed my assessment was correct and she was a sexual submissive. Her boyfriend must have been an idiot not to know. He didn't need to rape her, just order her to bed. (Of course he may have had halitosis which can over-ride submissiveness.)

So I did what any sensible young man does when he's got a naked twenty year old young lady in his rooms. I started complimenting her, praising everything about her, not forgetting to praise the total package.

She lapped it up like cat at the cream, almost purring. Where she'd been somewhat uptight she started to relax. It occurred to me that she probably wouldn't object if I handled her a bit roughly, which had been my intention, but I found I didn't want to. Not yet, anyway.

I started stroking her, face, breast, tummy, mons, and vulva, my fingers glided over them all, watching her start to breathe faster, her face flushing. I also started taking off my own clothes, pressing myself against her.

She wasn't shy about what she wanted, reaching down and taking me in her hand, her hand running up and down the length of me, trying to feel just how much I had. More than enough, I humbly admit. I finally decided that the time was ripe.

"This is all very nice," I said, "but I enticed you into my room to rape you, remember? Now kneel down on the carpet."

She knelt and I eased her forward onto hands and knees, giving her a quick spank to hurry her along. I figured being a little rough now would be acceptable, seeing she was being raped and all.

I moved into place behind her and my erection plunged home. She squealed a pro forma protest at this unauthorised use of her body but only the one. She was too busy after that, moving with me and urging me on.

Like I needed urging. I was thrusting into her just as hard and fast as I could, relishing the feel of her passage clinging to me, rasping against my cock. My only problem was holding back my climax. If I didn't let her reach that point she'd be somewhat disappointed. Seeing I was theoretically raping her it was good manners to let her climax.

I was quite relieved when she did climax, removing the shackles from me and letting me cut loose, which I did.

Afterwards we were just lying side by side when she spoke up.

"I suppose you're going to look for Sophie now and rape her?"

"Certainly not," I denied. "Rape hadn't entered my mind where that young lady is concerned. You can inform her of that. No, I intend to put that young lady over my knee and spank her. No rape required. Besides, she's probably too young."

"She's twenty. Same as me."

"Oh. In that case you can inform her you have persuaded me to include that possibility in her penalty."

"Um, no, I think I'll skip that."

"Okay, but make sure you tell her that I expect her to come and see me with her apology."

I wasn't totally surprised when Sophie showed up that evening, temper on full display. I let her in.

"Megan told me that you reported that little contretemps to the police. There was absolutely no reason for you to do that. You knew I had made a mistake."

"How would I know? You both hared off after more prey without a word to me. How was I to know what was in your mind?"

"Still it was just a simple slap."

"Actually it was a slap that dislocated my jaw, followed by a backhander, followed by right hook to the stomach, followed by a determined effort to emasculate me. I suspect that my memory of the event is slightly clearer than yours. You probably assault so many hapless strangers you can't keep them straight."

"I do not, and Rob deserved it anyway."

"I'm not Rob," I pointed out.

"Um, yes, I know. Did I really dislocate your jaw? That makes me feel awful."

"I may have exaggerated slightly. You made me bite my tongue, which I didn't appreciate."

"Oh. Well anyway I am sorry. It's just that I was very upset at the time. Normally I wouldn't dream of slapping anyone."

"I was just lucky, I guess. Did you catch Rob?"

"Fat chance. The man can run like a rabbit."

"Fortunate for you, I suspect. He sounds like the type of man who would hit you back, or didn't that occur to you."

"He wouldn't dare."

"He tried to rape Megan. Of course he'd feel free to punch you and claim self-defence. He'd probably enjoy it, you idiot. Try to think things through. You'll get in a lot less trouble. What did Megan say about your visit to see me?"

Sophie blushed.

"She said that you wanted an apology. I owed you one so I came to give it."

"And?"

Sophie was blushing again.

"She sort of hinted that you were going to spank me but would probably let the police thing drop."

"And doesn't that sound reasonable to you?"

"No." She seemed sure of that.

"Too bad. It certainly sounds reasonable to me. A bit of negative reinforcement to drive the message home that assault is a no-no."

"And spanking me isn't assault?"

"Certainly not. It's some well-earned discipline. What they call negative reinforcement."

She gave me a furious glare but stayed where she was. I'd sat on the couch when Sophie had arrived while she'd taken a lounge chair. I patted my knee, indicating she should bend over. Very reluctantly she rose to her feet and came over.

I had her bend over my knee and flicked her skirt up. She was wearing a pair of tight running shorts, bright red in colour. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Did Megan mention that I'd ruled out raping you?" I asked.

"No, but I'm relieved to hear it."

"Then she probably didn't tell you that she persuaded me to put rape back on the possibilities for a penalty."

"She did no such thing."

"Ask her. Anyway, let's get this spanking under way."

Those shorts were very tight and weren't going to hinder the spanking at all. They also didn't do much to hide her vital parts. So tight that I could tell she was clean shaven. The down side was that they'd be a bitch to remove. She'd certainly come prepared.

I spanked her firmly. Not brutally, but firmly, letting her know that I strongly disapproved of her behaviour and didn't want to see a repeat of said behaviour. Her legs drifted apart, trying to distract me, and it might have worked if she hadn't had those blasted shorts on.

When the spanking was complete (as far as I was concerned) I left my hand on her bottom, just drifting around. I shouldn't say my hand as it was just my fingertips, lightly scratching. Slightly erotic when drifting over her buttocks but a lot more erotic when I was lightly scratching her lips.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm in a quandary," I admitted. "I want to rape you but those silly shorts are the trouble. I don't think I can remove them easily. Could you oblige?"

"Let me get this straight. You want me to take off my shorts so that you can rape me?"

"Got it in one."

"You've got to be joking."

I didn't say anything, just waited.

"Just because I take my shorts off doesn't mean you can rape me."

"True, but the rest will be up to me."

Sophie had a confused look on her face. She seemed to be struggling with my logic.

"Just ignore what you don't understand and go from there," I said generously.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and stripped off those shorts with no problems. I pulled her back down onto the catch, pushing her to lie on her back. I lifted her legs high, reached down, and peeled her panties off. That done I moved them so they were either side of her, Her legs, not her panties) almost touching her ears. Sophie was now looking at her own pussy.

I stroked her, watching her face and her reactions. Her lips were plump and parted, glistening slightly with moisture. I inserted a couple of fingers, probing her, smiling as she twisted about, pressing up against my hand.

I dropped my trousers, my erection now on display. Her eyes were fastened on my cock, eyes wide. I moved closer, brushing my cock along her lips. Sophie held her breath so I started pressing into her. As soon as I started she started breathing again with a gasp and pushed up to meet me.

She was hot and wet and I slid smoothly into place. I plunged fully in, noting that Sophie watched the entire time I sank in. Once I was fully in Sophie's gaze switched to my face, smiling a tentative smile when I winked at her.

I started moving, slowly at first but picking up the pace as we progressed. Sophie was moving with me and it didn't take her long to move her legs, wrapping them around my waist and clinging tightly to me. I kept on with my happy movements, enjoying the feel of her writhing beneath me, using her body to urge me on.

I was quite disappointed when she climaxed, forcing my own upon me.

We parted and Sophie hastily put on her panties and shorts. Glaring at me she started to speak.

"That was, was..."

"Incredible," I suggested, seeing she seemed to be struggling for words. "Stupendous, wonderful, fulfilling, all of the above."

Even after my suggestions she still seemed lost for words. Finally the subject that had been worrying her was voiced.

"Are you going to give the police my address?"

"Two problems with that," I pointed out. "First I don't know your address. You visited me, not the other way around. I may suspect that you live in this condo but I don't know for sure. Second, if I gave the cops your address they wouldn't know what to do with it. It's not as if you're a wanted person."

I watched her as that sank in. Finally she gave me a furious look.

"You liar. You never reported the incident to the police at all."

"Why would I do that? I knew you didn't really intend to assault me and would apologise sooner or later. You could have been a bit more proactive in seeking me out to apologise but all's well that ends well."