I'm not a rapist …… honest..



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

From the second I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that lightweight squeaky voice. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to big businessman. Oh, my sweetly fiddling five foot two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to support one of the most vivid and humiliating instalment of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever indorsement and you'll be my best one yet.

It took me respective hebdomad to get to this point, with us both sitting at opposite word sides of a little troll table in the plaza coffee shop class. She worked a mere three shop away, and almost every good morning I'd go to the shopping center and we'd exchanged raillery as we exchanged good for hard cash. Newspapers, lotto tickets, gum and mate, even though I don't smoke. Any excuse to engage her. I assumed the possibility of me being a smoking car wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught fastball on her breath whenever I'd leaned in close to catch a whiff of her fragrance. It was just another excuse to connect and to flirt, as our banter 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 time, see ?"

‘ Your boss is an ass. How occur you scored a break today ?"

"The new girl is getting skillful now. render her a quizzer. Leave her on her own for a bit."

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

"wellspring, I have been there three years."

"When I say in effect, I mean pretty."

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

"Only ‘ cos she's Cy 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 lucky man. How long you been married ?"

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

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

She blushes. Gives a little laugh.

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

"Guess."

"Oh, issue forth on. I don't like to……"

"No, come up on ……. guess."

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

"Twenty …. er …. Six ?"

She was wrong, but very close.

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

"No."she scoops, feigned indignant, not wanting to show 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 disconsolate past tense. Secrets they don't want revealed. I bet you have."

"Nope."she says, impeccant, her hair flutters as she shakes her head.

"Do too. All char have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had daydreams, though. Things you want to do, put you want to be. daydream are secrets if you don't contribution them."

"Oh, that's dissimilar. I don't share them, but I could if I wanted."

Now we're talking about her.

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

Her optic look into mine, searching, unnerved. It was only a flyspeck request but it was massive. She'd have to be corruptible, Deny she's hiding an uncomfortable truth. Her regard flicks down at the board. No denial. I continue pressing."I knew it. All cleaning lady have daydream they can't share. They're called fantasies."

Her feeling wow,"Oh, my god, he knows"…. She knows she must get away.

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

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

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

"Look, honestly, I must get going."

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

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

I'd asked for a uncomplicated favour, and her discipline politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steels herself with a recondite breathing place so she can narrate a big fat lie with a straight face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her forefront was weaving, her eyes darting. I grab the fingerbreadth of the only hired hand I can grab, and pull her 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.

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

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

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

"well ?"I press.

She gulps again. denial is a lie. She's not used to telling lies. She's got psyche 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 squawk, My outburst jolting her out of her frozen obstruction as again she gives her helping hand a couple of firm jerk to try escape my grasp.

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

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

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

I allow her to find her clasped manus. She braces again to leave.

"Leave if you want, but if you do I'll evidence them, let them all know ….. ‘ THIS LADY HAS……'” I start in a loud voice, and respective patrons turn and look our way. She slams back down onto her tooshie, throwing away her last prospect to escape.

"What the hell are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the superfluity of what I possibly could possess revealed. Although the ‘ word'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the the true and may herald it to the earthly concern. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to hide out. She doesn't want to be the nidus of titillation. The centre 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… dearly god, delight don't say it out loud.

"That you have rape fantasies."

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

"I do no such …….."

I cut off her lying words..

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

Her head whiplash around in all counsel. Panic. 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. secernate me."

I'd twisted her fluster answer. Tied her speech in burl. Tried to trip her up. Tried to catch her out.

"I don't … do."Her answer a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to aver self-renunciation but the wording tripped her up.

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

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my handwriting up as if to give her a hard face-slap. Her shocked flying flinch allows me to instantly drop my helping 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 brace at every turn of my screw…… How do I eff this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her strings and exposed this shroud moral weakness ? 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 ready when I do."

The red flush on her face is now on her neck. fastball hard nipple point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a short keen moving picture of my hand as if to go slap her. Another recoil flinch.

"stopover lying to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her intellection, as the slope of my hands chop at the table, showing her a surd fount smack could be just an eye-blink away.

"I was gon na make you a fortune, but not any more. Not now you've allowed yourself to get randy. I'm gon na see you to the restroom in backrest, and I'm gon na rape you right there, right then. And if you give any fuss I swear to god…"

victimization that specific choice of words, ‘ I was gon na pass on you a fortune, 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 tabular array, a feigned display of angered resoluteness. She can't see an alternative. She knows her fortune's sealed. Her common sense of responsibleness needs to tidy-up loose ends.

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

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

I allow her only half a second to ponder

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

Her burning red font breathes out a weak"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the only international barrier she could use as an self-justification. Only her self-worth now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves respectfulness, because she's a cheating slut for having colza fancies, and those filthy little illusion having turned her on big. Her obstinate self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an showdown with a controlling pat rapist, but knows she's only herself to blame. There can be no more excuses now the reality of being plundered has made her horny and has now resigned to being the victim of assault. She just unleashed it with that final weak ‘ yes ’.

"ejaculate on then, strumpet whore,"I command, as I lurch up onto my feet."I know you want this."

She barely gave any resistance as I half puppy love her hand and tear her into one of the unisex stalls furthest away from the door. Her eye fly outdoors like saucers and she sucks a sharp breath when I produce a roll of sticky-back plastic tape. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her consistency is quivering as she thrusts out her chin after mimicking my move of a backwards head-flick. A couple of strip over her mouth bitten to size of it with my teeth and then her carpus crossed and taped together at her back where I left the roll of excess taping dangling. I was gon na wrap it all the way round her body to keep her crossed radiocarpal joint fixed immobile in the center of her binding, but I figured she'd suffer enough. That should keep her how I want her for a while, anyway. My putz was already John Rock hard, being as I really get off putting it inside married char who claim they've never had a rape fantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has much as I do. Without too much effort I have her bent over with her panties round her ankles and I'm balls deep into one of the sloshed, sloppiest pussies I've had in a long time. Forty-something year 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 minute of arc to scud my encumbrance, being as her puss is all sloughy 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 nuzzle were true animal 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 loud. I left the tape strips over her back talk and told her to be given against the door to save it shut while I went back into the shop for some scissors to cut off her plastic-tape wrist binds. Nasty to discase off that stuff, and it's much easier and agile to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid person, her panties still round her mortise joint and all. I'd already told her I'd been taking moving-picture show which clearly showed she'd been having the prison term of her life, and that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't ... Course, I ain't got any exposure, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the parry to con-borrow a pair of scissor hold when I had a huge slice of sadistic luck. 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 thenar on the table top and lean in. I had a long, quiet word about fulfilling sullen fancies and their imminent practiced luck should they choose to take it on. That she would simulate frantic desperate resistor, but that was component part ‘ n'share of the game, and to cut her free when they'd both done. As I walked out the room access, I glanced over my berm, and the two constructor are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

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

The crazy part… the real crazy share …. If she'd cum clean up figurehead 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 byplay. But I would've sold on the information about this ‘ hot'quarry to some offensive characters I know. Get good money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot to a greater extent than an hr with me and a couple o'builders. But I don't deal info about used goods, see. Get yourself into difficulty doing that, so I suppose in one way she should consider herself was quite golden ….

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Chapter two.

Not much sex, but a 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 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 principal I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would call what I done ravishment, and sure, she's married and it probable weighed toilsome on her conscience ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big overemotional wet Pansa told me she loved every instant. I dunno how the builders got on … both literally and figuratively, ‘ cos I was long gone by the meter they would've finished doing whatever they did.

I'd used the two months break to seduce and ensnare a buxom and wealthy 50 twelvemonth old divorcee into my ever growing informal harem. I'll be honorable, and admit it was a dogfight even for me, because she was a unnerving challenge. But her financial wealth made it worth the effort, because I don't want to make for ever again. I've got her on a short trinity now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to tell you the full story.

Anyway…………

I'd heard nada from the cops or in the word, 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 news stand/shop and it's only the untried tart, the girl my goddess had been training, behind the heel counter. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a cheap Fighting Joe Hooker. Just about every red-bloodied Male would love to have a bend, especially the know-it-all young Cavalier, but oddly enough, she's not my type. I prefer the oldies. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their luck when a smooth, dashing young sawhorse is on their display case. petty do they make out. I don't want them to thank me with the endowment of access to their soppy old Pansa. I want to steal it. severance and enter and vandalize the place. But that's just me.

"Hi'ya. On your tod today then ?"I ask the cheap working girl serving dame who doesn't know who I am.

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

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten year old. A finish waste of my time. 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 camp o'tic-tacs if it's not too much trouble."

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

"Two twenty dollar bill,"she says, looking at me like I'm a piece of music of dirt. One of these days my sweet lovely, I'm gon na come in here and rap you up, and then give you such a hard slap……… I rifle through my sack for the slump coins.

"eyesight 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 peeress, 40ish. She not work here anymore ?"

"Day off. In tomorrow."

"So, you got a publicity then, working by yourself ….. Thomas More money, huh ? must be good."

"It's all rightfield. This party favour. What'd'ya want ?"

"So she's working less days now ?"

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

"wellspring that's the favour, see. cobbler's last clip I saw her we had a retentive chat and I said I could get her some work to do at home. She said that'd be heavy, and if she's working less hr she could probably use the cash. Proof-reading some technical manu***********s. I don't suppose you'd be worry ?"

"I don't read much."

"No, I figured …… fountainhead, 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'daytime 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 experience 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 address too."

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

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just give me her address from the employees record cash register Quran without lots fuss, but she's making me work….. kick …. no job …I'm in my news bulletin suit and tie, so I go to crop in the way I excel. I allow us to bat this thorny thistle back and forth a twosome more times without the result I need, so I unleash.

"Sounds to me like you don't have her destination on data file. well, I'm gon na call my inspectors and have ‘ em down here in 10 min flat. You know they'll go through the blood inventory, tax phonograph record, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a fine toothed combing. And if they find dollar one missing from your cash register, your neck'll be in a noose and you'll be dangling from that tree out there. You'll never get a job ever again."

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

Having taken a snap of the hale page with my Samsung, ( well, you never know ), I closes her down.

"I only needed her address, but you showed me the solid Sir Frederick Handley Page of personal inside information for the whole faculty. Your boss wouldn't be very pleased if he knew you'd gone and done that. Best 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 ?'

pillock dumb bitch.

……….

Friday mid-morning rolls 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 slight 5 foundation 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not sure, but she sure was as horny as shtup ) on the end of my raper cock a couple of months back is standing behind the buffet next to the dazed bimbo trollop. I walks straight up.

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

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

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

Of course, the reason I'm here is to break up the safe news to my goddess that I now have her address. I'd like to inform her over coffee berry, but there's no way she'll come with me…. except one way.

"Yeah, sorry about that, it was too respectable to lack. Anyway, it's not you who I've come to see. It's your gorgeous young helper 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 tree. I promise I'll try to not let this one suffering too much."

The dumb bimbo had shuffled away along the return, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was worth. Of course, she'd no idea that a twain of calendar month back I'd frog-marched her 40yo work colleague out of the coffee tree shop, dragged into a restroom out the backrest, ( 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 builder also turned up … well, technically speaking it was ……. but anyway….

"Over my dead body…"

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

"Me and your gorgeous friend have a small snare end, sorry, I mean on the loose end, to tie up. It won't take yearner than a courteous long, long, long coffee prisonbreak. Talking of foresightful, I wonder if I've got my tape with me ?"

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

"Ah, yes, here it is."

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

"Ok, let's ask her if she'd like a recess. I'm sure as shooting I could persuade her to get away from this musty old shop for a while. Go out the book binding for a breathing spell 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 professional threatener. It don't oeuvre. My trustworthy Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain female, all I have to do is flourish it under their nose, and they do exactly as I say. I don't recommend you install it though, unless you're prepared to suffice time.

I look my goddess straight in the eye as I lean in with my hired hand apartment palm on the counter.

"If she's gon na be leaving,"I quietly say,"Then I'd expert postulate a distich o'short vids to remember her by….. no, postponement, my photographic camera's nearly full."

She thinks I mean pics of her ‘ enjoying'the rape. Of line, 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 steps sideways to stand in figurehead of my mark.

"Till reception still in ordination, I assume ? Or maybe we'd better discuss it over a coffee berry, 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 take away a jailbreak, Bren. I need to sort out some business with this …. er …. man."

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

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

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

"What do you think of, show me this evening ? I'll be at ho……."as her hand flies up to cover her sassing, stifling her own language and an all-powerful inhale …. …

"Oh yes, my scented princess. We need to talk……. Coffee ?"

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