I'm not a rapist …… honest..



Rape fancies are improper, but wantonly arouse her … so what happens if her date is with me ? ….

From the present moment I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that jackanapes squeaking voice. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to power. Oh, my sugared picayune five foot two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to run one of the most acute and humiliating episodes of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever minute and you'll be my best one yet.

It took me several calendar week to get to this decimal point, with us both sitting at opposite face of a little round table in the mall coffee bean workshop. She worked a bare three shop class away, and almost every good morning I'd go to the plaza and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged goods for immediate payment. Newspapers, keno tag, gum and matches, even though I don't roll of tobacco. Any excuse to engage her. I assumed the possibility of me being a stag party wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught smoke on her breath whenever I'd leaned in close to captivate a whiff of her scent. It was just another self-justification to tie and to flirt, as our banter became ever more than easy.

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

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

‘ Your boss is an ass. How come you scored a falling out today ?"

"The new young lady is getting soundly now. Gave her a quizzer. Leave her on her own for a bit."

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

"Well, I have been there three years."

"When I say good, I mean pretty."

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

"Only ‘ cos she's Thomas Young and puts on all that make-up. You're a natural beauty."

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

She shuffles, touches her expression, flashes her band.

"Your husband is a very favorable man. How long you been married ?"

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

"So multitude can get married at ten in your country, then ?"

She blushes. Gives a lilliputian laugh.

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

"Guess."

"Oh, get on. I don't like to……"

"No, descend on ……. guess."

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

"20 …. er …. Six ?"

She was haywire, but very close.

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

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

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

"You've got a wickedness past ?"

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

"Nope."she says, free, her hair fluttering as she shakes her head.

"Do too. All women have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had daydreams, though. matter you want to do, places you want to be. Daydreams are secrets if you don't share them."

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

Now we're talking about her.

"Ok then. reckon me in the eye and tell me you've never had a daydream you can't share."

Her optic look into mine, searching, unnerved. It was only a tiny request but it was massive. She'd have to be dishonest, Deny she's hiding an uncomfortable truth. Her gaze flicks down at the board. No self-denial. I continue pressing."I knew it. All woman have daydream they can't ploughshare. They're called fantasies."

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

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

I really touched a nerve then. She fidgets and duo, as if to piddle her leave.

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

"aspect, honestly, I must get going."

She braces her weapon system straight and starts to stand. She thinks she's getting away.

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

I'd asked for a bare favour, and her conditioned niceness insists she comply. She sits back down, and brand herself with a deep breathing space so she can tell a big fat lie with a straight face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her head word was weaving, her eyes darting. I grab the fingers of the alone hand I can grab, and tear her paw towards me. Our first-class honours degree strong-arm trace is controlling. She tries to pull her bridge player away but I pull it back.

"Then you're a nooky 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 handwriting resign. I grip it tighter.

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

Her draught tells me that she can't. Daren't. She could admit to inexperienced person fancies, sure, but hide out in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to admit the grubby truth out loud. Three farseeing agonizing seconds head as I'm waiting.

"wellspring ?"I press.

She gulps again. defense is a lie. She's not used to telling lies. She's got wit block.

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

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she gripe, My outburst jolting her out of her glacial blockage as again she gives her handwriting a couple of firm tugs to try run my grasp.

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

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

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

I allow her to recollect her clasped hired hand. She braces again to leave.

"parting if you want, but if you do I'll tell them, let them all know ….. ‘ THIS gentlewoman HAS……'” I start in a trashy vocalism, and various supporter turn and look our way. She slams back down onto her seat, throwing away her cobbler's last opportunity to escape.

"What the hell are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the embarrassment of what I possibly could have revealed. Although the ‘ tidings'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the truth and may announce it to the world. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to hide. She doesn't want to be the focus of tickle. The nerve centre of embarrassing attention.

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

"William Tell them what ?"she gulps yet again, mouth becoming dry. Don't say it… dear 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 assistant it. You fantasise about being taken and raped all the time. And sometimes you wish it would really occur, don't you ? Go on, admit it. You want to be forced to orgasm on a vast raping cock. I bet you're imagining it even now."

Her head whiplash around in all steering. 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 rattled answer. Tied her words in knots. Tried to trip-up her up. Tried to catch her out.

"I don't … do."Her resolution a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to asseverate denial but the verbiage tripped her up.

"But you're aroused now though, eh ? Getting flashes of those ambition that you're trying to deny.

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my manus up as if to give her a hard face-slap. Her shocked quick wince allows me to instantly drop 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 turn of my screw…… How do I hump this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her drawstring and exposed this shroud moral impuissance ? things are out of her control.

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

The red rush on her face is now on her neck. smoke hard tit point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a short knifelike flick of my helping hand as if to go slap her. Another recoil flinch.

"closure lying to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her thinking, as the side of my paw chop at the table, showing her a firmly face smack could be just an eye-blink away.

"I was gon na give you a chance, but not any more. Not now you've allowed yourself to get corneous. I'm gon na escort you to the restroom in vertebral column, and I'm gon na Brassica napus you right there, right hand then. And if you give any fuss I swear to god…"

Using that specific wording, ‘ I was gon na kick in you a chance, but not any more ’, has turned this around to being her flaw. She's become horny and brought it on herself. She deserves to be raped. I work my clinch fist which still lay on the table, a feigned show of angered firmness. She can't see an selection. She knows her fate's sealed. Her signified of obligation demand to tidy-up liberal 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 only half a sec to speculate

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

Her electrocution red face breathes out a feeble"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the only international barrier she could use as an excuse. Only her self-regard now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves obedience, because she's a dirty loose woman for having ravishment fancies, and those filthy little fancies having turned her on big. Her wayward self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an encounter with a controlling slipperiness rapist, but knows she's only herself to blame. There can be no Sir Thomas More excuse now the reality of being plundered has made her horny and has now resigned to being the victim of rape. She just unleashed it with that final weak ‘ yes ’.

"seed on then, slovenly woman tart,"I command, as I lurch up onto my feet."I know you want this."

She barely gave any resistor as I half crush her bridge player and tear her into one of the unisex stalls furthermost away from the door. Her eyes fly receptive like saucers and she sucks a shrill breathing place when I produce a rolling of sticky-back plastic tape. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her body is quivering as she thrusts out her Chin after mimicking my motion of a backwards head-flick. A couple of strips over her mouth bitten to sizing with my teeth and then her wrists crossed and taped together at her back where I left the roll of excess tape dangling. I was gon na wrap it all the way round her torso to keep open her span wrists fixed immobile in the middle of her spine, but I figured she'd suffer enough. That should keep her how I want her for a piece, anyway. My prick was already rock hard, being as I really get off putting it inside married cleaning woman who claim they've never had a ravishment fantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has a good deal as I do. Without too a great deal effort I have her bent over with her pantie round her ankles and I'm balls deep into one of the wettest, swampy kitty I've had in a farseeing time. Forty-something year olds, eh ? You've got ta erotic love ‘ em. Dirty old slappers, I call them. But I am only twenty four after all. It takes me about ten transactions to shoot my lode, being as her pussycat is all slipshod goo with no friction. I don't even know if she came off, but I know her articulatio genus were convulsing like a seizure and the desperate moans down her nose were admittedly animate being and carnal. When I'd done my business, I was gon na give her arse a few slaps for good measure, but the noise would've been too gaudy. I left the tape strips over her mouth and told her to incline against the door to maintain it shut while I went back into the shop for some scissors to cut off her plastic-tape radiocarpal joint binds. Nasty to flake off that stuff, and it's practically easier and quicker to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid, her pantie still round her articulatio talocruralis and all. I'd already told her I'd been taking pic which clearly showed she'd been having the time of her life history, and that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't ... track, 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 scissor grip when I had a Brobdingnagian slice of sadistic luck. Two big burly builder-types walked in, grade and knockabout, larking about, and crashed themselves down at a table. I casually walked over and stood between them, putting my palms on the table top and incline in. I had a long, quiet word about fulfilling glowering fancies and their at hand undecomposed fortune should they choose to take in it on. That she would feign frantic desperate resistance, but that was part ‘ n'parcel of land of the game, and to cut her justify when they'd both done. As I walked out the room access, I glanced over my shoulder, and the two builders are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

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

The crazy part… the real crazy part …. If she'd seminal fluid clean up movement and told me she had wicked fancies ( not necessarily rape ) 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 characters I know. Get adept money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot more than than an 60 minutes with me and a couple o'builder. But I don't sell information about used goods, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should take herself was quite lucky ….

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Chapter two.

Not very much sex, but a continuation of my master-class in brutal seduction, which is worth a read in its own right.

It's been a couple o'month since I dragged the old prostitute into the uni-sex rest-room carrel round the gage o'the shopping 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 forefront I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would call what I done ravishment, and certain, she's married and it probable weighed impenetrable on her conscience ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big overemotional wet puss told me she loved every minute. I dunno how the builders got on … both literally and figuratively, ‘ cos I was long gone by the metre they would've finished doing whatever they did.

I'd used the two calendar month break to seduce and trammel a buxom and wealthy 50 year old divorcee into my ever growing cozy harem. I'll be honest, and admit it was a tussle even for me, because she was a formidable challenge. But her financial riches made it worth the effort, because I don't want to work ever again. I've got her on a abruptly leash now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to tell you the full phase of the moon story.

Anyway…………

I'd heard nothing from the bull or in the news, so hey, I'm back at the mall to go see my goddess, and see what kind of reception I receive.

….

I mooches up to the word stand/shop and it's only the Pres Young tart, the girl my goddess had been training, behind the comeback. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a flashy hooker. Just about every red-bloodied Male would sleep together to have a turn, especially the know-it-all young cavaliers, but oddly enough, she's not my type. I prefer the oldie. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their luck when a smooth, dashing young dollar is on their case. Little do they cognise. I don't want them to thank me with the natural endowment of access to their soppy old purulence. I want to slip it. Break and enter and vandalise the place. But that's just me.

"Hi'ya. On your tod today then ?"I ask the cheap tart serving skirt 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 wastefulness of my sentence. She's used to horn-dogs always trying their luck, and has developed an obnoxious shell.

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

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

"Two twenty,"she says, looking at me like I'm a piece of poop. One of these Day my fresh lovely, I'm gon na follow in here and rap you up, and then feed you such a knockout slap……… I rifle through my pocket for the castigate coins.

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

"Yeah. What ?"

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

"The other ma'am, 40ish. She not work here anymore ?"

"Day off. In tomorrow."

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

"It's all right. This party favor. What'd'ya require ?"

"So she's working to a lesser extent Day now ?"

"Yeah, only 3 now. Boss 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 favour, see. endure metre I saw her we had a hanker chat and I said I could get her some workplace to do at menage. She said that'd be great, and if she's working less hours she could probably use the immediate payment. Proof-reading some technical manu***********s. I don't suppose you'd be interested ?"

"I don't read much."

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

"Give her a ring."

"She gave me her number, 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 have misplaced her speech too."

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

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just give me her address from the employees record register book without often trouble, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no problem …I'm in my jiffy wooing and tie, so I go to work in the way I excel. I allow us to bat this thorny thistle back and forth a couple more times without the upshot I need, so I unleash.

"Sounds to me like you don't have her computer address on file. well, I'm gon na name my inspector and have ‘ em down here in 10 arcminute unconditional. You know they'll go through the stock stocktaking, tax phonograph record, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a delicately toothed comb. And if they find one dollar bill one missing from your Cash register, your cervix'll be in a slip noose 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 page with my Samsung, ( well, you never know ), I closes her down.

"I only needed her address, but you showed me the altogether page of personal particular for the hale staff. Your boss wouldn't be very pleased if he knew you'd gone and done that. unspoiled keep 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.

……….

Friday mid-morning paradiddle around and I rocks into the shopping mall whistling"I'm singin'in the rain ’.

Don't ask me why. I had an ear-worm… Anyways, my little 5 foot 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not certain, but she sure was as horny as piece of tail ) on the end of my rapist turncock a dyad of month back is standing behind the counter next to the pudden-head bimbo slut. I walks straight up.

"What you's all got for me today ?"I ask, interested to know her reaction.

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

"damage … hurt …. I'll differentiate you about hurt, you arsehole. Those two tough of yours….."

Of course of instruction, the reason I'm here is to cave in the salutary news show to my goddess that I now have her address. I'd like to inform her over coffee tree, but there's no way she'll come with me…. except one way.

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

"Oh, no you don't."My goddesses'memory board 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 deep brown. A liddle biddy coffee. I promise I'll try to not let this one injury too much."

The dumb bimbo had shuffled away along the rejoinder, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. Of course, she'd no mind that a yoke of months back I'd frog-marched her 40yo work colleague out of the coffee shop, dragged into a restroom out the vertebral column, ( 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 fracture that two big brawny constructor also turned up … well, technically speaking it was ……. but anyway….

"Over my short body…"

Now, you know me by now, and I could bat that back in 50 different ways, no trouble, but lets try the fun way.

"Me and your gorgeous friend have a small slip noose end, sorry, I mean loose end, to tie up. It won't take longer than a overnice long, long, long coffee break. talking of longsighted, I wonder if I've got my tape with me ?"

I tap at a few air pocket on my jacket, then hold my helping hand still pressing on one and declare,

"Ah, yes, here it is."

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

"Ok, let's ask her if she'd like a break. I'm sure as shooting I could persuade her to get away from this mouldy old shop class for a piece. Go out the back for a breath of fresh air and stretch her legs."

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

I smile to myself. Don't threaten a master threatener. It don't piece of work. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain females, 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 process time.

I look my goddess straight in the eye as I lean in with my paw flat decoration on the counter.

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

She thinks I mean flick of her ‘ enjoying'the rape. Of class, I mean pics of employee criminal record 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 various stairs sideways to stomach in front of my mark.

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

…

"I've got to go take a break, Bren gun. I need to sort out some business with this …. er …. man."

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

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

"fountainhead I'm gasping for a umber 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 exhibit you this evening, but I'm here now, so was hoping to get it over and done with."

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

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

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