Author's note: This is a story about a forced fantasy between two consenting adults done in a safe and trusting environment.
Thanks so much to Abha_glare for her help editing this story!
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In the fall of 2020, my wife Anne and I joined the trend of renting a vacation house as a way to safely escape being locked in our house during the pandemic. We both knew instantly that the the vacation would mostly be filled with us fucking. We needed a good week off getting back into our respective dominant and submissive selves. Often when we travel we end up having a rape play and this trip would be no different. We don't usually work out many of the details of the "rape", wanting it to be spontaneous. All Anne knew about this one was that she would be "travelling alone" and have an unwanted visitor at the cabin.
To build the anticipation, we didn't fuck for over a week before we left. The lust, the want, the need just kept building to the point where it was almost unbearable, especially with the added edge of knowing I would be "raping" her. By the time the day came I was out of my fucking head. I was having trouble concentrating when I was driving. When we stopped at a rest area to use the bathroom my cock got semi-hard as I pissed, just from holding it. I was so fucking turned on, and I knew she was too.
It was twilight by the time we pulled into the long cabin driveway. Located in the woods off a popular resort lake, it was more of a small house than a cabin. Although the neighbors were quite close and you could see the busy road from the front porch, the trees gave it a sense of isolation, like we were the only ones here for miles and miles.
She stared at me intently as I shut the car off, the lust in her eyes so obvious as she spoke while getting out of the car,
"I need this so bad Daddy, so bad. All I can think about is you raping me, raping me and forcing me to cum on your big cock. I need you to rape me. I need you to pound this fantasy out of my head."
With that, she got out of the car and started to unload. I just sat in the driver's seat, stunned. I knew she meant every word. I also knew she said that to drive me crazy, to push me even closer to the edge, and she succeeded. I had to sit in the car for a few minutes to calm down and try not to cum in my pants.
As usual, she brought way too much stuff, so it took us a while to get the car unloaded. I was hardly able to stand it, with her so close, so easy to take. My cock was painfully hard at this point and part of me wanted to throw her down into the grass and rape her then and there...
When we were finally done she poured me a whisky and herself a glass of wine. She went in to unpack as I slowly sipped my drink on the porch. The alcohol warmed me as thoughts of taking what was mine consumed me. Her words echoing in my head:
"I need you to rape me..."
I left my drink and went to the bedroom. She was hanging up some of her clothes when I grabbed her lightly but firmly by the throat and growled in her ear "I can't take this anymore. Go to bed... It's starting." She was startled but moaned with lust the moment my hot breath hit her ear. I pushed the luggage off the bed and threw her onto it. Then I walked out of the house.
I went around to the back door, which led to a small room running into the kitchen. I waited by the door as one by one all the lights in the cabin flicked off. I waited there in the darkness. I wanted her to wait. To think about what I might do to her.
After a while longer I opened the door and crept in through the backroom into the kitchen. I picked up a wooden spoon from a container on the counter and threw it through the kitchen into the living room where it loudly clattered against the front door. It sounded like a bomb going off in the absolute silence of the cabin. I could hear her surprised gasp from the bedroom.
"Um... hello? Is anyone there?" she called.
I waited a moment and threw another wooden utensil, again making a loud noise off the front door.
"Shit," she muttered before calling out again, "Hello? This cabin is occupied." I could tell that, even though she knew I was the one fucking with her, the general creepiness of the situation and her not knowing what I was up to added an edge, maybe even some actual fear. And I liked it.
I could hear her breathing heavily as she waited for another sound. After a few moments there was the sound of rustling sheets as she got out of bed. I hid behind a bend in the kitchen, waiting. When she came out into the living room she went for the source of the noise at the front door. Her back was now facing me, as I silently followed her. She was wearing a pair of panties and a tight, silky camisole with nothing underneath. She knows how that fucking drives me crazy. She saw the wooden spoon, picking it up with what I am sure was a confused look on her face. I creeped up until I was close enough to touch her back. I stood for a moment behind her, smelling her hair, relishing in the creeper power I was feeling right before I took her. She looked out the window of the front door.
"Are you looking for me?" I whispered.
She gasped and about jumped out of her skin. She instinctively started whirling around to face me but I caught her by the hair, pulling her roughly against me, her back pressing into my chest as I wrapped my arm around her neck. Just like that, I was in complete control of her body. Her scream turned to a quiet grunt when I squeezed her throat with my biceps.
"I saw you looking at me back there at the rest stop. I knew I needed to have you, that you were meant for me." I relaxed my arm a bit as I spoke. "Please, please no. Please... I don't know what you are talking about."
My words were coming out as growls through clenched teeth, playing my part of the role-play but also letting my animal lust wash over me. Take over.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You checked me out, flirted with me with your eyes, I followed you here to give you what you need."
"Please I..." Her comment trailed off into a low, desperate moan as I flexed my arm tighter against her neck, denying her the air to speak, the air to breathe.
"I'll say this one. More. Fucking. Time. YOU started this, and now I'm going to end it. You can make it hard on yourself, or easy. Either way, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
A choked whimper is all that she could manage.
I turned her around, to face me, my fingers entwining themselves into her long hair. I moved to kiss her but she tried to fight me. A sharp slap across her face brought a flash of pain and surprise... and lust. She returned my open mouth kiss.
After a brief moment, I pulled her from my mouth and pushed her to her knees in front of me.
"Maybe you will even like it," I stated.
She started to say something but stopped when I dropped my shorts and underwear, freeing my throbbing, pre-cum smeared cock. It bounced when let loose of those tight confines, her eyes flashing for a second at how hard and how swollen I was already. She quickly got back into character and again started to speak, but as soon as her lips opened I rammed my cock between them.
God, it felt so good to finally be inside her. I held her there, treasuring the feeling of her warm mouth surrounding my rock hard cock. I slowly worked myself deep down her throat until she started gagging and choking, held it there, then slowly pulled out. I did it again. And again. And again. And again. It was so fucking hard to not cum. So hard. But I had to wait. I pulled out and rubbed my cock all over her face, smearing it with her drool and my pre-cum.
