Too Dar

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Author's notes:

All of the characters are above 18 years old, the story itself and all of the characters are fictional.

Please read before going on:

This story consists of

non-consensual forced sex and physical abuse imposed by a woman on a man

, what I call as reverse-rape. There are also fetishes and female domination.

Since the main plot is about the transition of a man's state from non-consent to consent, I preferred Mind control category.

If you still want to read, have fun...

* Edited for typos 2023-04-29

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I whispered to myself "My spider senses are warning me" when I was about to leave the building. A woman was screaming, ranting about something and whoever that was, she was swearing constantly.

I peeked outside to see a twenty something year old woman, with some plastic bags in her hand, shouting, moving around the cars. My car was there too.

She was a beautiful black girl, with interestingly delicate curves. I stood there and watched her for a period; you'd watch her too.

The way she was moving, her body, her clothes and...

'Wait, what?' I forgot what I was thinking.

She was getting aggressive around the cars. I hesitantly walked towards my car and heard what she was talking about.

"I will make you suffer, you miserable son of the bitch! In my bed! In my bed? With that whore?"

'Man! I wouldn't want to be in his shoes' was my only thought.

"Fucking whore! Fucking asshole!"

She started throwing things from the plastic bag she was holding in her hand. I could not understand what they were but then I realized that they were used toilet papers and ...

Was she throwing used pads and tampons?

"Mam, are you Ok?" I was hesitant but I had to intervene.

She was startled.

"Who are you? Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

'Whoa!' I thought.

Her aggressive reaction pinned me in my spot. I thought of going back into the building. I didn't want to get in trouble, maybe I should have not opened my mouth in the first place.

But who would expect that? I didn't say anything wrong to her.

"Mam, what are you doing? Why are you talking to me like that?"

"What's your problem? Do you know Maurice?"

"Who?"

"Then what the fuck do you want?"

"Can you stop doing that?" She was still throwing garbage over the car, if you could call them garbage.

She stopped and started to walk towards me, making me step back. She got furious when I told her to stop throwing her shitty bloody things.

She was wearing some gray non-lycra shorts, possibly cotton. They were hugging her small but round ass - as I could see a few seconds ago - but they were loose at her thighs. There was an orange tank top barely hiding anything, especially not her swinging, perfectly shaped breasts. She had extremely beautiful, dark legs, going down to her tiny feet. Her flip-flops were disfigured; they were having trouble to cling to her feet, by the help of that little worn out rope which was between her toes.

She was a paragon of many contradictions.

Her body looked fragile but also strong at the same time. Her waist was thin but she had faint six-packs. Her arms and legs had thin, delicate looking muscles but her whole body had soft looking curves. It was a beautiful sight to look at, considering her very dark skin and the shades appearing on her curves.

I think she was darker than any other black girl I saw in my life.

She was still ranting and walking towards me as if she was intending to start a physical fight. She was half my size.

I was feeling in danger a bit but I was still thinking that she was a perfect specimen of a female, delicate and beautiful; I just wasn't that sure about her being fragile.

"What's wrong? Don't you have the balls, why are you retreating?" I wasn't aware that I was still walking backwards. I didn't want to but I stopped. She was getting closer.

This time I noticed how beautiful her face was. She had innocent features around those fierce, big eyes.

I never thought about my tastes in black women, I never gave much thought about race or other things.

But, watching this girl who was approaching me with confident steps, I thought that she was alluring in an interesting way.

Considering this girl, I noted that black girls definitely deserved attention.

This was nothing like seeing them on movies or such. She made my heart pump faster. Probably because I was intimidated. Or, I thought so.

I stepped back again, raising my hands and saying "What's that got to do with having balls? I'm stepping back because there's nothing else I can do. I have balls!" I knew I was talking silly.

If it was a man doing that to me, I would be considering to fight, probably reluctantly.

"Nice words, bitch." She wasn't stopping.

"Mam, please."

"Please?" She laughed, throwing a tampon towards me. I ducked to avoid getting hit by that thing in the face, I could see the pinkish color on it, probably it was stained with red. How could a woman do that?

"Mam, I'm on your side, please forgive me for intervening but..."

I hit my back to the building wall. She was still coming towards me and she was only a couple of feet away. I was cornered. She came near, looking in my eyes "But? I wonder what you will say next."

"But..."

She was shorter than me, not short but not long either. I am a big guy and she could be half my weight. But her face was inches away from me and she wasn't afraid of me one bit.

Her nostrils were getting wider as she exhaled from them. She cornered me and I was intimidated by her, inexplicably.

"Yes?" I could smell her breath and sweat. They smelled... I don't know how they smelled but I could smell her. I wasn't sure it was sweat.

"But you're throwing your used pads and toilet papers over my car!"

She stopped. Still looking angry, she filled her cheeks, showing me that she wanted to kick my ass but what I said was keeping her from doing that.

She put her hands on her waist, stared at me tapping her foot on the ground. She was having trouble to believe what I said.

She slowly turned her head back to look at the car. She raised her index finger looking at me, raised her eyebrows and said "Don't move, if you're lying, I'll make you my bitch right here", this time calmly.

I wondered if she was always like that or was it about her anger.

She slowly walked to the car, swaying her incredible ass. She leaned towards the license plate and stood straight again. She wasn't moving, she was standing. Then she raised her hands over her head and pulled her own hair in hatred, making a silent, scream-like grunt voice.

A few minutes passed like that and I realized that I was staying put, right at the exact spot she told me to.

"Mam?"

She walked back to me with a nervous smile on her face.

She didn't come that close this time. She angrily looked at me and with an even angrier voice she hissed "Why didn't you tell it in the first place?" without moving her slightly apart lips, grinding her teeth.

I felt like I was getting angrier too, it was time to end this circus.

"Are you still rebuking me? Even after learning that I didn't do anything wrong?"

My 'spider senses' warned me that she was considering hitting me in the face. In other words, I saw that she was making a fist with one of her hands.

Suzy warned me a few times that she was going to throw away all those comic books if I didn't stop talking like I was a super hero.

Then, she started to calm down. Her anger was leaving its place to sadness, as I could apprehend.

There was a drop of tear on the side of her eye and I thought she was going to start crying. I wasn't sure if that tear was there because of sadness or anger.

But her expression changed instantly and she started hitting me with the plastic bag, which was still full of shitty toilet papers and bloody pads.

I wanted to hold her hand but this time she got even angrier "How dare you touch me, bitch?!!" and kicked me in the nuts, I almost collapsed on the ground.

"Please, stop, what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

She screamed "It's your fault!!" before stepping on my foot with all her power and turned around to walk away. She threw the plastic bag on my car and left.

I stood there, watched her go until she entered the second building on the left. Then I looked at my car and started to collect all the things she threw on it, placing them in the plastic bag she threw at the end.

I also found two used condoms on my windshield and held them with one of the cleanest toilet papers which also probably had shit or piss on them. One of the condoms still had something like sperm in it. It also looked smaller than my size, I wasn't sure.

In a funny little moment, I thought that I wouldn't disappoint her, if she wanted to use me as a rebound alternative.

I was being silly, joking to myself. But it somehow felt hot to consider finding myself in bed with that kind of a woman. Thrillingly hot. And I also thought that she could kill me in that bed, with her aggression and energy. But it was an alluring thought.

Then, I counted, there were around a dozen condoms in the bag including the ones I put back in. They were also stained with red marks. I didn't have to be a genius to find out the reason for that, it was obvious.

For how long was this garbage piling up? Comparing the amount of toilet papers in it with our consumption, it couldn't be for more than two or three days.

12 times in three days? And he found the energy to cheat her on top of that?

'Respect dude!' I thought.

I lost my confident, funny mood. She wasn't that easy to satisfy. 12 times when she was menstruating?

On the other hand, he was too weird to empathize. I always stayed away from Suzy when she was having a period.

Yeah, that shit was way over my league.

I was thinking that it was an interesting morning for me.

When I was dropping the plastic bag in the bin, I saw a medium sized black guy leaving her building with a large bag and some clothes stuffed in plastic bags. He was trying to walk fast but he was limping and it looked like he had a black eye. To be more precise, an eye that was going to be black in a couple of days.

I thought that he had to be Maurice, she probably beat him up before she kicked his ass out.

He walked to a car and drove off. He really had the same car that I had. Same car except the option package that mine had. Shit and menstruation stains.

I smirked at my loser joke.

Then, I wondered what she was doing. Did she get herself together after she kicking him out? Was she ashamed that she mistook my car for his? Maybe she hoped that I saw this loser driving off, thinking that I would understand the reason of that mix-up.

I looked at that building and in the upper floors, I saw her in the balcony, standing straight with her hands hugging her chest, looking at me. She was keeping her head high and she was looking at me as if she was saying "You got away too easy, as seen in the example."

I was wrong. She still thought that it was my mistake. Women! She could have beaten me anyway, probably sooner, if I told her to stay away from my car in the beginning. She kicked me in the nuts after I just told her that it was my car.

I nodded my head a few times, showing that I admired what she did to him and that I found it laudable. Like a kiss ass, trying to get along with the neighborhood bully.

She stared at me for a few more seconds, turned back and flounced inside her house.

'Pheww' I thought 'Still angry' and got in my car to drive off after cleaning it.

That afternoon, I returned to get Suzy. Suzy had an appointment at her dentist and I drove her there. On the way, she said "What's that?"

I couldn't see anything "What? I don't see anything."

"Here, on the windshield. Did you hit an animal?"

I leaned towards her and looked, there were small 'red' droplets on the sides of the windshield.

"Fuck!" I said, without thinking. I already washed the windshield with the wipers. I didn't notice that was left.

"What?"

I told her what happened, only the general outline of that morning incident. I didn't go into details because Suzy had a temper too. She would chase her if she knew she hit me.

She could even want to kill her if she knew how she cornered me or suspected that I thought she had a nice physique.

She was a jealous type. She always gave me a hard time before I came to live with her. She was constantly calling and asking who I was with day and night, when I was back at my hometown.

Also, she was a control freak. Time to time, I felt like I was her little project, rather than being her boyfriend. I made a decision to move to this town to live with her as she insisted. I kind of enjoyed her unhealthy attention.

I liked spending time with her and I could work from anywhere.

Anyway, Suzy was a strong looking woman, her arms were almost twice as that woman's, she definitely had 20-30 pounds on her. And she didn't have a rule about not hitting women.

You could think that she was a butch, looking at how she dressed, how she looked and how she acted. A beautiful and sexy butch.

She was straight of course, she hated lesbians. I had a feeling that she hated many things. I suspected that she was being careful with her words around me because I always had been at peace with the world and the mosaic of diversity.

I wouldn't have been surprised if I found out that she was a racist too, she had such friends.

"Is she crazy? What the fuck? So, are you saying that I'm looking at another woman's menstrual blood? Are you nuts? Did she take it out of her panties, how could it still be not dry?"

"I..." How would I know? "I guess, maybe it keeps the discharge inside, in liquid form? I have no idea."

"Who's she?"

That wasn't good. I didn't want her to chase her. I didn't even want to imagine the vileness of such a sight of two grown up women swearing at each other.

"I don't know, a black woman. She was shouting about her husband or boyfriend cheating on her. She thought it was his car."

"Large woman? Saggy tits?"

"No, kind of minion type. Thin..." I was choosing my words carefully "...nish?"

"The one in the next building? No, the building near that?"

"I think?"

"I'm guessing who. Skinny skank. Anyway, whoever it was, this means she's an idiot. As I always say, you have to keep your dog's leash short. It's her fault that he cheated on him, he probably looked for what he couldn't find at home, outside!"

I kept silent. I didn't want to tell her what he was finding at home. What I found in that plastic bag said a lot. I didn't want to look inadequate in Suzy's eyes.

She was ranting about her because she was angry about the car. But I was getting my share too.

"Probably, she has started to look for another man already. Those ghetto bitches can't stay alone. They chase men day and night and then can't hold on to him when they find one."

I wanted to say that she didn't look like she was ghetto; at least, her figure and clothes didn't look so. On the other hand, what she was saying and how she behaved, ...

I wasn't sure.

All I knew was that, she looked like trouble.

But Suzy was no different. She had brothers that she always fought at home since childhood, she always told me how she and her girls cornered other girls or loser boys from school to beat them up for fun when she was young. She was a typical bully, when she was young.

You'd probably wonder how I was with her, since we were that different.

I never thought about it but probably the remnants of those had some alluring effects on me. I never thought that we had a problem.

She had some extra pounds but her body was sexy and she was always horny. But lately, she wasn't caring much to make me turned on. Whenever she wanted, she was jumping me. Bi-daily at least.

I liked to jerk off occasionally, for porn or thinking about a woman I saw outside. A few days ago, the new waitress in the corner shop was on my mind when I was having my quality time.

And, I knew that this conversation was going to cost me my next week. She already rode me hard last night and I knew what "keeping your dog's leash short" meant for her. Fucking the shit out of the guy, drying him out of his all energy. Leaving no motivation, even to masturbate. I wasn't done with that waitress yet. Damn!

When we returned home, she didn't waste time. In a few minutes, we were in bed, having sex. It was good at first but I started to lose my concentration after she made me cum once. She didn't give me enough time to recover.

She was pushing it.

It was obvious that she wasn't that horny; she was just trying to make her point. How a woman had to keep her man satisfied or to consume him completely. I was already satisfied!

I was thinking that something was amiss in that picture.

I liked some foreplay, some seduction, something. I loved to see that my woman was being sexy, in a way that involved me. Not only herself.

I don't want to sound like a girl but time to time, I liked to have romantic moments too.

Suzy had none of those. I wasn't complaining, I was just done with sex for that day but I was still having one.

I liked to see different, sexy outfits on a woman, making me look at places. Such as...

I wondered what her name was. Her image filled my mind. Her perfect ass, those pretty feet, her incredibly attractive face. I found myself back in sex, this time with full erection, giving what Suzy wanted.

That woman did the trick, Suzy got the reward.

She was a sexy thing but she wasn't some woman I would like to spend time with. I even didn't want to talk to her again.

Though, I wouldn't complain if I could have a peek at those beautiful legs or tits without getting caught.

By the way, Suzy was right about her methods. I forgot to jerk off the next day.

A few days later, I was returning from the bookstore and I saw the psycho walking in the path behind our buildings. I hesitated at first but I found myself following her at a distance because I wanted to look at her body and admire how she walked. She was walking slowly, confidently, squashing her slippers with her each step.

That mini denim shorts on her didn't hide much. She was wearing a small piece of cloth on her top and I wondered how the view was at the front side. The way she was moving her ass almost got me hypnotized.

When I noticed that I got too close, I changed my pavement as we got out of that path and tried to move fast. To see the front view.

But we were already in front of her building. She turned and went in.

That was overwhelming. That body and the way she walked was definitely something else.

When I turned around to go home, I saw Suzy staring at me. She probably saw me looking at her and was watching me like a falcon. I waved at her, as if nothing happened and walked.

"Was that her? The woman who throws her shitty paper around?"

"What? Who? Ah, yes, I guess."

I could bet she was thinking of swearing at me at that moment.

I walked past her, but she was still standing. She was looking towards that woman's building.

Those women made me nervous.

A few days later I was sitting at home when I heard some high-pitched quarrel voices. I looked outside to see Suzy shouting at that woman, standing 20 feet away. I opened the window and heard Suzy say "If I see you around my man again, I'll show you." That had to be the most embarrassing moment in my life.

The woman was standing there, without reacting. First, I thought she didn't understand who Suzy was targeting.

Then, I thought she was reluctant to confront Suzy and she was going to back off. But she didn't look scared. She didn't look angry either. But she was nodding her head slowly.