I glance subtly out of the window, watching him watching me. He stands, dressed in black, like the night. So silent, so still, he could be my imagination. I can see him. He’s been watching me for days now, ever since we met at the diner. Even then, I knew he was dangerous. There was something in his eye, something in the tone of his voice. He was a little too aggressive... but I liked it.
I realize that some day, I’ll probably find the one man I can’t handle, and get killed. But that’s all part of the thrill. He’ll follow me, threaten me, and maybe threaten the people around me. Then one night, he’ll break into my place and attack me. Rape me. Then, either he’ll be overcome with guilt or he’ll try to kill me. Blood and sex... pain and pleasure. I’ll make sure it’s good for him, too... before he goes to jail, if I don’t just shoot him first.
The first time I actually got raped, it was for real. Something about it, though... the domination, the humiliation, the pain... it really got me going. He actually tried to use that in court to get away with what he’d done. Rape is rape... and no means no, and it doesn’t matter if I manage to get a little pleasure out of it. There’s only been one other man who went to jail for raping me. The other one... well, he met my gun. I suppose I should feel guilty for messing with their heads, but I figure that if it hadn’t been me, it would have been some other girl. And if that’s the case, then it should be the one who kind of likes it rather than the girl who can’t handle it.
I turn slowly, subtly modeling to wet his appetite. Scarlet silk hugs curves, red lace caresses my thighs. This particular piece of lingerie makes me look perfect, round breasts, long legs, soft hair flowing down like water. I reach down to get a book, bending to show off my tight ass. It’s a little too small, but it’s a perfect shape. I work out enough that it had better be.
Deciding that’s enough, I go to the bed, where I snuggle up to my pillows and try to read the book. My bed is beautiful... perfect, like what I’m wearing. I wonder how many weeks it will be before he breaks in. I stroke my soft velvet pillows as I turn the pages of the book, absently glancing at the words, thinking that my bed is the best setting for a good hard fuck. I move my legs around on my satin sheets, under the down filled comforter. So soft, like a cloud... the world melts away when you get in this bed.
Finally, I feel myself almost doze off, and reach over to turn off the lamp. The ticking of the clock interrupts the silence of the house. I am lulled to sleep by the comfort and silence. And rudely awakened by the hand over my mouth.
“That was
some
show, whore.” The voice is quiet and dangerous. Surprised, I am wide-awake and peering through the darkness. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. It never goes this way. There was no warning, or as I consider it... foreplay. This is against the rules! “So foolish... so conniving... did you really think I’d play your little game?” My heart pounds furiously in my throat, everything in me clenches. He
knows!
I feel terror grip me, but simultaneously feel my nipples harden into tight buds. I silently plead with my eyes, grasping at the inner strength I usually rely on.
GET A GRIP!
I tell myself. Funny how you don’t listen to yourself that well when you really need to. His hand presses my head back into the pillow, so strong and rough against my soft lips. I can smell him, a mix of cologne, deodorant, and excitement. I feel a warm tingling in my belly and between my thighs.
Watching me, he slowly takes his hand from my mouth. “What, you want this cock, bitch? Want me to fuck you and beat you so you can call the police and say it was rape? You want my ass in jail, right? You little bitch. You get your kicks this way?” Inside my mind, I cringe. I’m admitting nothing to this man. I glower at him, refusing to respond. His hand comes swiftly down to hit me, and sends stars shooting through my head.
I blink and struggle to get up. I want to fight, this time for my life, rather than kicks. I know he seriously wants to make me suffer for what I’d wanted to do. He hits me again, sending me back down on the bed. Dizzy, I continue trying to get up. “You’re going to get what you want. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you, wanted me to come and take what I want. I’m gonna take it. You wanted me to be an animal, make you submit. I’m going to make you submit. Definitely. Your ass is mine. You’re going to pay for what you wanted to put me through. You wanted to get me in jail for acting on my emotions... emotions you were planning on toying with!”
He picks me up and slams me down on the floor, my head hitting the leg of the bed. I hardly notice it when he kicks me. The room is spinning, and I fight to get up. I command my leg to kick him, but nothing is cooperating. I must be in a state of shock. His boot makes contact again, this time with my stomach. Curling to a fetal position, I fight back tears. Never be weak before the enemy. I reach under the bed, hoping to find something to use as a weapon. I find only a soft fuzzy house slipper. By this time, of course, he jumps on me. I feel his weight over my legs. I look up to see him crouched over me.
I cry out in terror and pain as he literally rips my clothes off. The soft satin and lace tears like thin paper in his hands. He flings wispy fabric to the floor, and roughly grabs my breast. Despite myself, I feel it respond, the flesh warm and firm, the nipple hard against his fingers. I moan in pleasure and he angrily presses his fingers deeper, kneading my tit roughly. Continuing his process, he reaches down to tear the panties that barely cover me.
When he makes contact, he finds the material wet, and the movement has caused it to scrunch into a thin cord of fabric between the lips of my pussy. It goes back and into the crack of my ass, disappearing between my cheeks. He pulls the strip of cloth roughly, pulling it farther in the crevice. It presses against the entrance of my vagina and rubs against my swollen clit. His finger plunges into me and a barking laugh comes from his throat. “Oh, yea, I knew you wanted this. You’re so fucking wet.” He shoves his finger into my mouth, and I bite down, trying not to taste my juices on him. With a snarl, he hits me again. He grabs my arms and shakes me, yelling. Spittle flies in my face. “Try that the next time I shove something in your mouth, and I’ll
KILL
you. Do you understand that?!”
At the thought of him shoving something else in my mouth, I feel my pussy get even wetter. It has to be obvious to him; the scent of me suddenly becomes more pungent. I feel his nails bite into the soft skin of my arm and he drags them down my body. His hands slide across my chest, then my belly. His fingers go to my throbbing clit, rubbing it hard. I yelp in pain, though I also feel the excitement building up. I know that whether or not I want to, I’m going to cum tonight. My thighs spread for him of their own accord, and he sneers at me. “Rape, huh? That’s what you want to pretend it is? Your pussy needs it if your mind don’t.”
Just hearing the words issue from his mouth gets my cunt dripping, clenching, hungry to devour his cock. He puts a finger into me, moving it in and out, using his other hand to push me down. His fingers pinch my breast as he probes me. Then I feel another finger move into me... then another. He plunges three fingers deep inside of me, and I cringe away in pain, screaming. A hand comes across my mouth again, and he slaps me. I quiet as quickly as possible, and his fingers start pushing into me again, fucking me hard. They ram deep into the sticky wet tunnel between my thighs. It excites me as much as it hurts me, and for a moment, my hips buck wildly, craving yet more. I look up to see the bored amusement on his face, and remember that this is
rape.
I try to throw him off, fighting both him and myself. He smirks and lays down on me. Softly, I hear him say it against my lips as he lays his body over mine. His hands slide up my sides, over my tits, raises my arms and hands over my head as he says it repeatedly. “Tell me you want it.” I fight to deny it, partly because I really don’t want this anymore, but partly because I’m afraid he’ll stop if I want him to continue.
His teeth nip at my throat, my shoulder, and my breast. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and he begins to bite down harder at my silence. I yelp and struggle to get away, but his teeth clamp around my nipple. They pierce the skin and he sucks the bleeding flesh into his mouth. I struggle for escape and his hand slides back down between my thighs, where I lay exposed by the knee he has planted on the floor. I feel his finger press against my swollen lips, probing in to rub against my slippery clit. As he makes contact, I jerk, my body coming close to a small release. He stops moving and waits for me to calm down before touching me again, his finger sliding deep into me. I feel it building up again, and again, he stops. “Admit that you want it, and I’ll give it to you. Or, we can just do this. What do
you
think?”
With my free arm, I reach out to elbow him, then rake my nails down his face. He jabs his fingers inside of me and against me, and tears spring to my eyes. I howl in pain and try to curl into a ball. I lift part way up, and he slams me back onto the ground. “So, you really, really want me to just take it?” He brings his other knee in between my legs even as I try to squeeze the first one out. As he lifts up to unfasten his jeans, I scramble backward, away from him. He reaches out to catch me, and I kick him in the face. I continue to crawl away from him, turning over to get up as I get out of reach. He fumbles toward me, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. His pants are halfway down and I can feel the head of his dick bouncing lightly against me as he chases me, both of us slightly hunched over.
