I'm not a rapist …… honest..



Rape fancies are improper, but wantonly arouse her … so what happens if her day of the month is with me ? ….

From the moment I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that whippersnapper squeaky voice. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to major power. Oh, my honeyed lilliputian five metrical foot two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to digest one of the most intense and humiliating episodes of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever second and you'll be my best one yet.

It took me various weeks to get to this point, with us both sitting at opposite face of a slight round tabular array in the plaza coffee shop. She worked a mere three store away, and almost every sunup I'd go to the mall and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged goods for cash. Newspapers, lotto just the ticket, gum and match, even though I don't green goddess. Any apology to engage her. I assumed the possibility of me being a smoker wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught smoke on her intimation whenever I'd leaned in close to catch a puff of air of her fragrance. It was just another excuse to colligate and to flirt, as our backchat became ever more easy.

"Really ? You've never actually sat in this coffee-shop before today ?"I was truly astonished.

"Nope. Always a grab and run, and I drink it behind the counter. No meter, see ?"

‘ Your boss is an ass. How derive you scored a breakage today ?"

"The new girl is getting good now. cave in her a tester. entrust her on her own for a bit."

"She's not as expert as you though."

"Well, I have been there three years."

"When I say secure, I mean pretty."

"How can you guess she's not pretty ? She's gorgeous."

"Only ‘ cos she's offspring and puts on all that makeup. You're a natural beauty."

"Oh, ,, err.. thank you. You don't have to say that."

She shuffles, touches her face, flashes her band.

"Your husband is a very prosperous man. How longsighted you been married ?"

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

"So people can get married at ten in your nation, then ?"

She blushes. Gives a petty laugh.

"How old are you then ?"she asks, deflecting, embarrassed at my compliment.

"Guess."

"Oh, come on. I don't like to……"

"No, come in on ……. guess."

Demanding. My first fiat. I want her to get used to taking my orders.

"twenty dollar bill …. er …. Six ?"

She was wrong, but very close.

"You been looking at my parturition certificate, ain't ya ? You been checking me out."

"No."she scoops, feigned indignant, not wanting to usher she thought I was cute.

"That's ok then. So you haven't learned of my dark past ?"

"You've got a dark past ?"

"Everyone's got a drab past. enigma they don't want revealed. I bet you have."

"Nope."she says, sinless, her hair hurly burly as she shakes her head.

"Do too. All woman have secrets."

I've narrowed it down to women. Now I want her cornered.

"Not me,"she says, again with two shakes of her head.

"But I bet you've had daydream, though. Things you want to do, place you want to be. Daydreams are secrets if you don't parcel them."

"Oh, that's different. I don't contribution them, but I could if I wanted."

Now we're talking about her.

"Ok then. see me in the eye and tell me you've never had a castle in the air you can't share."

Her eyes look into mine, searching, unnerved. It was only a diminutive asking but it was massive. She'd have to be purchasable, Deny she's hiding an uncomfortable trueness. Her regard flicks down at the table. No denial. I continue pressing."I knew it. All woman have daydreams they can't parcel. They're called fantasies."

Her spirit screams,"Oh, my god, he knows"…. She knows she must get away.

"Look, I really must be getting back. I……"

I really touched a face then. She fidgets and braces, as if to gain her leave.

"No you don't ( need to be getting back ). You're scared to admit to a guy with a night past that you've got fantasies."I firmly pose.

"Look, honestly, I must get going."

She braces her arms straight and starts to stick out. She thinks she's getting away.

"Ok then, but before you go, just for me, just to score me happy, sit back down and tell me you've never ever had a fantasy."

I'd asked for a simple favour, and her qualify politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steel herself with a deep breath so she can tell a big fat lie with a straight face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her head was weaving, her eye darting. I grab the fingerbreadth of the only manus I can grab, and force her helping hand towards me. Our first physical touch is controlling. She tries to pull her hand away but I pull it back.

"Then you're a fucking liar."I say, straight out to her face.

"Excuse me ?"Incredulous, affronted. No-one speaks to her like that. Tugging again, urgent to get her hand free. I grip it tighter.

"Look me in the eye and repeat it. Tell me you've never had a fantasy."

Her swig William Tell me that she can't. Daren't. She could admit to innocent fancies, sure, but hidden in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to admit the grubby verity out loud. Three long agonizing seconds pass as I'm waiting.

"wellspring ?"I press.

She gulps again. Denial is a lie. She's not used to telling Trygve Halvden Lie. She's got mastermind block.

"See, you ‘ are'a fucking liar. Don't ever lie to me again, sympathise ? You have phantasy all the time, don't you, you fucking slut liar."

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she kick, My outburst jolting her out of her immobilize blockage as again she gives her bridge player a twosome of firm tug to try escape my grasp.

She can't afford to come undone, and I'd started to break up at her seams.

"No, you don't want to sit and listen ‘ cos you know what's the truth, and you won't admit it."

"I've never been so insulted in my life,"she squawks again, becoming flushed and angry.

I allow her to retrieve her buckle hand. She braces again to leave.

"leave-taking if you want, but if you do I'll order them, let them all know ….. ‘ THIS dame HAS……'” I start in a loud interpreter, and various frequenter turn and look our way. She slams back down onto her buns, throwing away her last chance to escape.

"What the hell are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the plethora of what I possibly could have revealed. Although the ‘ countersign'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the Truth and may denote it to the earth. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to hide. She doesn't want to be the focal point of titillation. The substance of embarrassing attention.

"I was going to tell them. Let them all know …."

"Tell them what ?"she gulps yet again, mouth becoming dry. Don't say it… costly god, please don't say it out loud.

"That you have rape fantasies."

She flushes bright red and goes almost hypo-vento. Her self-preservation screams ‘ deny, deny, deny.'

"I do no such …….."

I cut off her lying words..

"Liar, fucking prevaricator. You do because you can't assist it. You fantasise about being taken and raped all the time. And sometimes you wish it would really happen, don't you ? Go on, admit it. You want to be forced to orgasm on a huge raping dick. I bet you're imagining it even now."

Her principal lash around in all directions. affright. Did anybody hear that ?

"I haven't, I don't … I .. I..

"Haven't or don't ? ….. Don't means you have and haven't means you do. Tell me."

I'd twisted her flustered reply. Tied her words in knots. Tried to trip her up. Tried to pick up her out.

"I don't … do."Her answer a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to avow disaffirmation but the wording tripped her up.

"But you're aroused now though, eh ? Getting flare of those pipe dream that you're trying to deny.

"No, I….."

She squirms on her fanny. I've pointed out something that up cashbox then she hadn't been aware.

"I've told you once, you stupid dumb cunt ……. You lie to me again and I swear to god."

I raise my hired man up as if to give her a hard face-slap. Her shocked warm wince allows me to instantly cut down my hand before anyone else sees. She's got the message.

"What do you want ? Why are you doing this ?"

She won't get up leave now. Not without my say-so. She's terrified at what I may do. A quaver in her voice. She's been found out, and is becoming more aroused at every go of my screw…… How do I know this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her twine and exposed this hidden moral weakness ? Things are out of her control.

“'Cos I'm gon na take you out back and rape you, and I want your sex wet and prepare when I do."

The red bloom on her face is now on her cervix. Bullet intemperately nipples point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a short circuit shrewd picture of my helping hand as if to go slap her. Another recoil flinch.

"Stop fabrication to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted dentition, conditioning her thoughts, as the side of my bridge player chop at the mesa, showing her a hard face slap could be just an eye-blink away.

"I was gon na reach you a chance, but not any more. Not now you've allowed yourself to get horny. I'm gon na escort you to the restroom in book binding, and I'm gon na rape you right there, rightfulness then. And if you give any trouble I swear to god…"

Using that specific wording, ‘ I was gon na devote you a chance, but not any more ’, has turned this around to being her fault. She's become horny and brought it on herself. She deserves to be raped. I work my clench fists which still lay on the mesa, a feigned display of enraged resolution. She can't see an selection. She knows her fate's sealed. Her sense of responsibility penury to tidy-up loose ends.

"But the new girl….."she blurts, before I cut her off again.

"She can wait half an hour, can't she ?"

I allow her just one-half a second to ponder

"wellspring, can't she ?"I bark for an answer.

Her combustion red font breathes out a weak"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the only external barrier she could use as an apology. Only her dignity now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves respect, because she's a dirty slut for having ravishment illusion, and those dingy minuscule fancies having turned her on big. Her obstinate self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an showdown with a controlling slick rapist, but knows she's only herself to fault. There can be no more exculpation now the reality of being plundered has made her horny and has now resigned to being the dupe of rape. She just unleashed it with that concluding weak ‘ yes ’.

"Come on then, slut prostitute,"I command, as I lurch up onto my metrical unit."I know you want this."

She barely gave any resistivity as I half suppress her mitt and pull her into one of the unisex stalls furthest away from the doorway. Her eyes fly open like saucers and she sucks a sharp breathing spell when I produce a roll of sticky-back plastic tapeline. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her soundbox is quivering as she thrusts out her chin after mimicking my motion of a backwards head-flick. A couple of landing strip over her back talk bitten to size with my tooth and then her wrist joint crossed and taped together at her back where I left the rolling wave of excess tape measure dangling. I was gon na wrap it all the way round her torso to keep her crossed wrists fixed immobile in the middle of her spinal column, but I figured she'd suffer enough. That should keep her how I want her for a spell, anyway. My tool was already sway hard, being as I really get off putting it inside married women who claim they've never had a rape fantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has lots as I do. Without too much effort I have her bent over with her scanty round her ankle joint and I'm bollock deep into one of the pie-eyed, sloppiest pussies I've had in a prospicient prison term. Forty-something yr olds, eh ? You've got ta love ‘ em. Dirty old slappers, I call them. But I am only twenty four after all. It takes me about ten minutes to shoot my load, being as her sanies is all sloppy goo with no friction. I don't even know if she came off, but I know her knees were convulsing like a seizure and the desperate moans down her nose were on-key animal and carnal. When I'd done my business, I was gon na give her arse a few slap for good measure, but the randomness would've been too trashy. I left the tape measure strips over her mouth and told her to lean against the room access to restrain it shut while I went back into the shop for some scissors hold to cut off her plastic-tape wrist binds. Nasty to undress off that stuff, and it's practically easier and straightaway to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid, her panties still round her articulatio talocruralis and all. I'd already told her I'd been taking pics which clearly showed she'd been having the meter of her liveliness, and that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't ... Course, I ain't got any pics, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the counter to con-borrow a pair of scissors when I had a huge slice of sadistic fortune. Two big burly builder-types walked in, course and boisterous, larking about, and crashed themselves down at a table. I casually walked over and stood between them, putting my palms on the tabular array top and incline in. I had a retentive, quietly Scripture about fulfilling dark fantasy and their imminent good fortune should they take to take it on. That she would dissemble frantic desperate opposition, but that was part ‘ n'parcel of the game, and to cut her free when they'd both done. As I walked out the threshold, I glanced over my shoulder joint, and the two builders are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

Before I sign off part one I've got to tell you something …. …

The loony part… the real looney section …. If she'd derive clean up straw man and told me she had wicked phantasy ( not necessarily ravishment ) it would've turned me off, so it wouldn't have been me that done the business. But I would've sold on the information about this ‘ hot'target to some unsavoury quality I know. Get good money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot more than an hour with me and a yoke o'builders. But I don't sell info about used goodness, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should believe herself was quite lucky ….

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Chapter two.

Not lots sex, but a law of continuation of my master-class in cruel seduction, which is worth a read in its own right.

It's been a couple o'months since I dragged the old tart into the uni-sex rest-room stall round the back o'the mall and gave her one. I say old tart. She's only about early 40 something, but I'm 24, so it seems old to me. She's exactly my type, though, and in my head I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would send for what I done colza, and indisputable, she's married and it probable weighed heavy on her sense of right and wrong ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big sloppy wet twat told me she loved every mo. I dunno how the detergent builder got on … both literally and figuratively, ‘ cos I was long gone by the clock time they would've finished doing whatever they did.

I'd used the two months break to make and trammel a buxom and wealthy 50 class old grass widow into my ever growing informal harem. I'll be good, and admit it was a dogfight even for me, because she was a formidable challenge. But her financial wealth made it worth the effort, because I don't want to work ever again. I've got her on a short ternary now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to state you the full story.

Anyway…………

I'd heard nothing from the cop or in the newsworthiness, so hey, I'm back at the mall to go see my goddess, and see what variety of receipt I receive.

….

I mooches up to the news stand/shop and it's only the young working girl, the girl my goddess had been training, behind the return. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a gimcrack hooker. Just about every red-bloodied Male would fuck to cause a turn, especially the know-it-all vernal chevalier, but oddly enough, she's not my type. I prefer the oldies. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their destiny when a smooth, dashing new buck is on their case. slight do they know. I don't want them to thank me with the gift of access code to their sodden old kitty-cat. I want to steal it. break of serve and enter and vandalise the billet. But that's just me.

"Hi'ya. On your tod today then ?"I ask the bum tart serving wench who doesn't know who I am.

"Yeah, waddy'a want ?"she asks.

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten year old. A complete waste of my metre. She's used to horn-dogs always trying their lot, and has developed an obnoxious shell.

"You don't wan na know what I really want, but I'll have a battalion o'tic-tacs if it's not too much trouble."

Like a robot, she gets ‘ em off the ledge behind her and plonks them on the counter.

"Two twenty,"she says, looking at me like I'm a objet d'art of dirt. One of these days my angelic lovely, I'm gon na come in here and rap you up, and then founder you such a hard slap……… I rifle through my sack for the right coins.

"Seeing as you's in such a good humour today, I need a favour."

"Yeah. What ?"

Boy, is she angling for that slap. If only she knew.

"The other lady, 40ish. She not run here anymore ?"

"Day off. In tomorrow."

"So, you got a promotion then, working by yourself ….. more money, huh ? moldiness be good."

"It's all right wing. This favour. What'd'ya want ?"

"So she's working less day now ?"

"Yeah, only 3 now. honcho said we go 50/50 on the shifts, and double up on Fridays. Why, what's it got to do with you ?"

"wellspring that's the party favor, see. hold out time I saw her we had a foresighted chat and I said I could get her some work to do at home. She said that'd be great, and if she's working to a lesser extent hours she could probably use the cash. Proof-reading some technical manu***********s. I don't suppose you'd be concern ?"

"I don't read much."

"No, I figured …… Well, anyway, that's why I asked if she was here, see, I need to love, like, today, if she can do ‘ em. I'm flying out tomorrow for a yoke o'sidereal day and I need ‘ em done for when I get back…. If she's gon na do ‘ em I need to cast ‘ em off to her today. You got her address ?"

"give her a ring."

"She gave me her act, but I seem to have lost it. She said if the job ever came up, to just pop around to her place and she'd get ‘ em done, but I seem to suffer misplaced her address too."

"Can't you just leave ‘ em here and I'll pass ‘ em on tomorrow."

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just give me her speech from the employees record cash register book without very much dither, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no trouble …I'm in my flash suit of clothes and tie, so I go to ferment in the way I excel. I allow us to bat this thorny thistle back and forth a twain more clock time without the result I need, so I unleash.

"phone to me like you don't have her address on file cabinet. Well, I'm gon na call my inspector and have ‘ em down here in 10 mo flat. You know they'll go through the stock inventory, tax disc, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a fine toothed comb. And if they find dollar one missing from your Johnny Cash cash register, your neck'll be in a gin and you'll be dangling from that tree out there. You'll never get a job ever again."

"All right, all right, Keep your shirt on. I'll get the damn file."

Having taken a snap of the whole Thomas Nelson Page with my Samsung, ( well, you never know ), I closes her down.

"I only needed her speech, but you showed me the whole page of personal particular for the whole staff. Your honcho wouldn't be very pleased if he knew you'd gone and done that. full hold open it to ourselves, eh ? I won't William Tell if you don't. We don't want you losing your job, now, do we ?'

Stupid dull bitch.

……….

Fri mid-morning coil around and I rocks into the mall whistling"I'm singin'in the rain ’.

Don't ask me why. I had an ear-worm… Anyways, my little 5 ft 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not sealed, but she sure was as hornlike as fuck ) on the end of my raper turncock a match of month back is standing behind the counter next to the stupid bimbo slattern. I walks straight up.

"What you's all got for me today ?"I ask, interested to have a go at it her reaction.

"I was hoping I'd never see you again,"replies my goddess.

"Ouch, that hurt."

"Hurt … hurt …. I'll secern you about hurt, you arsehole. Those two goons of yours….."

Of form, the reasonableness I'm here is to break the good news program to my goddess that I now have her savoir-faire. I'd like to inform her over coffee, but there's no way she'll come with me…. except one way.

"Yeah, sorry about that, it was too sound to drop. Anyway, it's not you who I've come to see. It's your gorgeous Thomas Young assistant here. I've come to steal her away to join me for a coffee."

"Oh, no you don't."My goddesses'remembering obviously still raw. Her one and only ‘ coffee-date'with me had ended up with her being, ( debatably ), gang-raped.

"But it's just for a coffee. A liddle biddy coffee. I promise I'll try to not let this one injury too much."

The dull bimbo had shuffled away along the counter, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was deserving. Of form, she'd no idea that a couple of months back I'd frog-marched her 40yo oeuvre colleague out of the deep brown workshop, dragged into a restroom out the binding, ( with minimal resistance I might add ), and raped her. But although she kind-of enjoyed it, I'd put on an act of being ruthless and violent, and that is how she still thinks of me. It wasn't my fault that two big brawny builders also turned up … well, technically speaking it was ……. but anyway….

"Over my numb body…"

Now, you know me by now, and I could bat that back in 50 dissimilar style, no problem, but lets try the fun way.

"Me and your gorgeous ally have a low noose end, sorry, I mean loose end, to tie up. It won't take retentive than a nice long, long, long coffee berry break. Talking of long, I wonder if I've got my tape with me ?"

I tap at a few pockets on my jacket, then hold my hand still pressing on one and hold,

"Ah, yes, here it is."

"No chance buster, She stays here with me."

"Ok, let's ask her if she'd like a severance. I'm sure I could persuade her to get away from this musty old shop for a spell. Go out the back for a breath of new air and adulterate her legs."

"She's not going. I'll William Tell I'll get her the sack."

I smile to myself. Don't threaten a professional threatener. It don't work. My trustworthy Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain female, all I have to do is wave it under their nose, and they do exactly as I say. I don't recommend you install it though, unless you're prepared to serve time.

I look my goddess straight in the eye as I lean in with my hands flat palm on the counter.

"If she's gon na be leaving,"I quietly say,"Then I'd better take up a couple o'unawares vids to commend her by….. no, wait, my television camera's nearly full."

She thinks I mean pics of her ‘ enjoying'the rape. Of course, I mean film of employee records I'd conned out of the bimbo and which she knows I hold over her as dirt.

"She'll never go with you, anyway. She's got a boyfriend."

"We'll see, shall we ?"as I scoot several footstep sideways to suffer in strawman of my mark.

"Till receipts still in order, I assume ? Or maybe we'd better hash out it over a coffee, what'd'ya say ? I've squared with her, but you'll have to make it official…. don't ask… tell her you've got to go."

…

"I've got to go drive a break, Bren gun. I need to sort out some line of work with this …. er …. man."

Ouch. At least she took the bait. Now see if it's a sweetener and switch.

"No, not her, please don't do this,"pleads my goddess with distress in her eyes. She knows how manipulative and savage I can be, and knows how that can end up.

"Well I'm gasping for a coffee bean and I'm not going alone, so let's decide who's coming with me. I've got a surprisal for you, see. If you don't want coffee, I can wait and show up you this evening, but I'm here now, so was hoping to get it over and done with."

"What do you mean, record me this evening ? I'll be at ho……."as her hand flies up to hide her mouth, stifling her own words and an Maker inhale …. …

"Oh yes, my sweet princess. We need to talk……. burnt umber ?"

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