*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
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"The manager needs the check over here," Homberto motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. Homberto was a powerful lawyer who was helping me with my prenuptial agreement my parents had insisted on, but he had also offered to help me plan my bachelorette party. I was exasperated by this point. I was drunk and high on the marijuana Cecelia had baked into the cake for my party. My fiance was having his bachelor party the same night and then the next night we were supposed to reconvene to prepare for the biggest moment of our lives; marrying one another.
My fiance, Clyde wasn't the worst guy, but he wasn't the best either. He wasn't the investment banker my mother had hoped I'd snag but he was a wonderful actor and artist and I just knew that he would make it big soon. I was willing to bet my life on it by accepting his offer of marriage. He had gotten down on one knee and bought me a ring he couldn't afford. I wore it proudly on my finger as I followed Homberto to the back of the restaurant to give the manager the check.
"Right here, Kim," he opened a door and actually pushed me inside. He then closed it behind me. It was dark and I was confused at first, but then I realized what was happening. Homberto was a bad, bad man and he was trying to pull some shit. I banged on the door, trying the handle and finding I was locked in. I wasn't surprised. I was a very pretty girl and I knew it. People had told me I was beautiful my whole life. I was used to having stalkers and too many men following me around. I had always known this day would come and here I was, locked inside a room and waiting for something to happen.
"Homberto! Open this door! Help! Help!" I screamed but I knew that no one was there to hear me. I knew everyone was downstairs. I waited for what felt like hours, having to resort to peeing in the sink because there was no bathroom and I really had to go. By the time Homberto returned I realized it must have been very late, after closing time for the bar. I was silent by then, sleeping in the corner, my head resting on the cushion of a chair and my body curled up beside it.
"Kimberly, I have some meat for you!" I woke to Homberto pulling off my clothes. My headband with a veil that said, "Bridezilla" was pulled from my head and discarded into the dark. My fancy white dress was ripped from my body and I was so pissed that Homberto thought he could just rip my dress like that. It had cost me almost a thousand dollars. That was why I began to cry but I tried my best to stop when I saw that my tears only seemed to make Homberto hornier. He pulled his cock out and I was shocked to see that it was about the same size as Clyde's.
"Married white girl pussy is the best kind," Homberto confided in me as he fought to spread my legs open. I tried my best to clamp them shut and fight it, but I was no match for him. He simply waited me out until I was tired and he won because I had no energy left in me to fight.
"I'm not married yet. Engaged. Remember?"
"Of course I remember, I get to fuck this pussy before the groom. How nice." He laughed as he pushed me back onto a chair that was half-covered with things. I could feel my back landing on something hard and I tried to get it out from under me as I continued to fight Homberto. He fought back until his cock was deep inside of my pussy and I was screaming more with pleasure than with pain.
The irony of how good Homberto's cock felt in my pussy will always haunt me. I came almost instantly and I felt guilty for doing so. I had never come that fast with Clyde and I felt like a traitor somehow for cumming on my rapist's cock. I had never dreamed that I was capable of such a thing and yet, here I was cumming a second time, and then a third. Homberto was having his way with me, his sadistic eyes visible to me in the dark. My eyes had adjusted and I could see every nuance of emotion from Homberto.
He was loving this. Raping me was the best thing he had ever done. He held me down and slammed his cock into me with the kind of force that only a man that truly gives zero fucks about you can. I took his blows, bracing myself as his pussy slammed deep into me. I knew that I would be bruised and battered down there if I escaped. I realized that there was a possibility that I would not escape alive. I said a few prayers, asking for forgiveness for all of the bad things that I had done. Even as I prayed, I was cumming on Homberto's cock, wondering why I hadn't seen the fact that he was a slimeball. I had followed him up here and now my legs were spread and he was holding me down.
My young life was almost over and I could feel it slipping away as Homberto's hands wrapped around my neck and choked me out. I couldn't breathe and as my breath eluded me I could feel my pussy spasming uncontrollably. I could feel the way my body was convulsing, jumping around like a live wire. He pushed me back down, holding me down by my neck. I coughed and choked but he was relentless.
"You piece-of-shit slut. All women are sluts. Look at you with your legs spread taking my dick. You whore! What would your husband say about you now, you fucking slut?" He pulled his hand from my neck only to slap me across the face with it. His other hand was grabbing his cock, guiding it in and out of my pussy.
"Please! Stop! Why are you doing this?" I asked. I needed to know.
"I love white sluts," he told me, "and that definitely describes you. I saw that cake shaped like a dick. You whore." He looked down at me with hatred before stabbing his cock back into my pussy. I let out a cry of pain as he pounded me where I was already bruised inside.
