I'm not a raper …… honest..



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

From the minute I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that lightweight squeaking phonation. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to big businessman. Oh, my afters fiddling five foot two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to put up 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 several weeks to get to this point, with us both sitting at diametrical sides of a slight turn table in the center coffee store. She worked a simple three shop class away, and almost every morning I'd go to the center and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged goods for cash. newsprint, lotto tickets, gum and mates, even though I don't smoke. Any excuse to lock her. I assumed the possibleness 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 her scent. It was just another exculpation to join 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 heel counter. No time, see ?"

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

"The new female child is getting good now. Gave her a tester. forget 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 effective, I mean pretty."

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

"Only ‘ cos she's untested 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 face, flashes her band.

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

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

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

She blushes. Gives a little laugh.

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

"Guess."

"Oh, come on. I don't like to……"

"No, number on ……. guess."

Demanding. My outset 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 birth credential, ain't ya ? You been checking me out."

"No."she scoops, feigned indignant, not wanting to indicate 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 dark past. secret they don't want revealed. I bet you have."

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

"Do too. All women have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had revery, though. Things you want to do, places you want to be. Daydreams are secrets if you don't percentage them."

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

Now we're talking about her.

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

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

Her look riot,"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 bracing, as if to shit her leave.

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

"Look, honestly, I must get going."

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

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

I'd asked for a simple favor, and her learned politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steels herself with a mysterious breath so she can state a big fat lie with a flat face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her head was weaving, her eyes darting. I grab the finger's breadth of the only helping hand I can grab, and pull her paw towards me. Our first strong-arm touch is controlling. She tries to tear her bridge player away but I pull it back.

"Then you're a screw 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 spare. I grip it tighter.

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

Her draught tells me that she can't. Daren't. She could admit to innocent partiality, certainly, but hidden in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to admit the grubby the true out loud. Three prospicient agonizing mo passing as I'm waiting.

"Well ?"I press.

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

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

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she squawk, My outburst jolting her out of her frozen blockage as again she gives her bridge player a dyad of firm tugs to try escape my grasp.

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

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

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

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

"farewell if you want, but if you do I'll tell them, let them all know ….. ‘ THIS LADY HAS……'” I start in a meretricious voice, and several patrons turn and look our way. She slams back down onto her seat, throwing away her last chance to escape.

"What the perdition are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the overplus of what I possibly could take revealed. Although the ‘ parole'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the truth and may annunciate it to the earth. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to obliterate. She doesn't want to be the focal point of tickle. 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… dear god, delight don't say it out loud.

"That you have rape fantasies."

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

"I do no such …….."

I cut off her lying words..

"Liar, fucking prevaricator. You do because you can't service 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 Brobdingnagian raping stopcock. I bet you're imagining it even now."

Her drumhead whiplash around in all focal point. Panic. Did anybody pick up that ?

"I haven't, I don't … I .. I..

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

I'd twisted her flustered response. Tied her discussion in knots. Tried to stumble her up. Tried to view her out.

"I don't … do."Her answer a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to swan denial but the choice of words tripped her up.

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

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my hand up as if to make her a intemperate face-slap. Her shocked quick flinch allows me to instantly knock off 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 authorization. She's terrified at what I may do. A quaver in her voice. She's been found out, and is becoming more enkindle at every go of my screw…… How do I bed this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her strings 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 ready when I do."

The red blush on her face is now on her neck. Bullet hard nipples point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a shortly sharp moving picture of my hired hand as if to go slap her. Another recoil flinch.

"Stop prevarication to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted dentition, conditioning her cerebration, as the side of my script chop at the table, showing her a hard brass slap could be just an eye-blink away.

"I was gon na give you a opportunity, but not any more. Not now you've allowed yourself to get turned on. I'm gon na escort you to the restroom in back, and I'm gon na rape you right there, properly then. And if you give any difficulty I swear to god…"

Using that particular diction, ‘ I was gon na pass on you a chance, but not any more ’, has turned this around to being her break. She's become horny and brought it on herself. She deserves to be raped. I work my clench fist which still lay on the table, a feigned video display of maddened resolve. She can't see an selection. She knows her fate's sealed. Her sense of responsibility needs to tidy-up slack 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 one-half a 2d to ponder

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

Her burning red face 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 apology. Only her dignity now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves esteem, because she's a pestiferous hussy for having rape fancies, and those lousy picayune fancies having turned her on big. Her perverse self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an encounter with a controlling slick raper, but knows she's only herself to blame. There can be no more alibi now the realness 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 ’.

"Come on then, slut cocotte,"I command, as I lurch up onto my feet."I know you want this."

She barely gave any resistance as I half squelch her mitt and pull her into one of the unisex stalls farthermost away from the door. Her eyes fly open air like disk and she sucks a penetrative breath when I produce a coil of sticky-back plastic tape. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her body is quivering as she thrusts out her Kuki-Chin after mimicking my apparent movement of a backwards head-flick. A twain of strips over her sass bitten to size with my teeth and then her wrist crossed and taped together at her spine where I left the bankroll of excess tape dangling. I was gon na wrap it all the way round her body to retain her crossed carpus fixed immobile in the centre of her cover, but I figured she'd suffer plenty. That should keep her how I want her for a spell, anyway. My prick was already rock hard, being as I really get off putting it inside espouse char who claim they've never had a rape fantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has much as I do. Without too much travail I have her bent over with her pantie round her articulatio talocruralis and I'm ballock deep into one of the wettest, mucky kitty I've had in a tenacious prison term. Forty-something year olds, eh ? You've got ta lovemaking ‘ em. Dirty old slappers, I call them. But I am only twenty four after all. It takes me about ten minutes to sprout my load, being as her snatch 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 capture and the desperate moans down her nose were confessedly beast and carnal. When I'd done my commercial enterprise, I was gon na give her arse a few slap for good amount, but the randomness would've been too loud. I left the tape strips over her mouth and told her to lean against the door to keep it shut while I went back into the store for some pair of scissors to cut off her plastic-tape wrist binds. Nasty to peel off that material, and it's much easier and quicker to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid, her panties still round her ankles and all. I'd already told her I'd been taking pics which clearly showed she'd been having the time of her life, and that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't ... form, I ain't got any photo, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the counter to con-borrow a pair of pair of scissors when I had a huge slicing of sadistic circumstances. 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 table top and lean in. I had a long, tranquility word about fulfilling dark phantasy and their imminent good fate should they choose to adopt it on. That she would pretend delirious desperate resistance, but that was office ‘ n'parcel of the plot, and to cut her free people when they'd both done. As I walked out the door, I glanced over my berm, and the two detergent builder are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

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

The mad part… the very unhinged part …. If she'd number clean up front 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 organisation. But I would've sold on the selective information about this ‘ hot'target to some offensive reference I know. Get commodity money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot Thomas More than an time of day with me and a couple o'builders. But I don't trade information about used goodness, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should consider herself was quite lucky ….

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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'month since I dragged the old tart into the uni-sex rest-room carrel round the stake o'the plaza and gave her one. I say old sporting lady. 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 visit what I done rape, and sure, she's married and it probable weighed lumbering on her conscience ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big sloppy wet pus told me she loved every arcminute. I dunno how the detergent builder got on … both literally and figuratively, ‘ cos I was long gone by the time they would've finished doing whatever they did.

I'd used the two months break to make and ensnare a buxom and wealthy 50 twelvemonth old grass widow into my ever growing informal serail. I'll be honest, and admit it was a rough-and-tumble even for me, because she was a formidable challenge. But her fiscal wealth made it worth the exploit, because I don't want to work ever again. I've got her on a short leash now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to severalize you the entire story.

Anyway…………

I'd heard naught from the pig or in the news, so hey, I'm back at the mall to go see my goddess, and see what kind of receipt I receive.

….

I mooches up to the news stand/shop and it's only the young lady of pleasure, the young woman my goddess had been training, behind the riposte. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a punk floozie. Just about every red-bloodied Male would love to cause a turn, especially the know-all young cavaliers, 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 buck is on their case. niggling do they screw. I don't want them to thank me with the giving of approach to their schmalzy old puss. I want to steal it. Break and enter and vandalise the position. But that's just me.

"Hi'ya. On your tod today then ?"I ask the flashy fancy woman serving chick who doesn't know who I am.

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

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten year old. A complete waste of my prison term. 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,"she says, looking at me like I'm a piece of dirt. One of these 24-hour interval 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 pocket for the correct coins.

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

"Yeah. What ?"

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

"The early lady, 40ish. She not bring here anymore ?"

"Day off. In tomorrow."

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

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

"So she's working less days now ?"

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

"Well that's the favour, see. survive time I saw her we had a long schmooze and I said I could get her some work to do at menage. She said that'd be great, and if she's working to a lesser extent hr she could probably use the cash. Proof-reading some technological 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 experience, like, today, if she can do ‘ em. I'm flying out tomorrow for a mates o'days and I need ‘ em done for when I get back…. If she's gon na do ‘ em I need to send packing ‘ 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 shoes and she'd get ‘ em done, but I seem to bear misplaced her savoir-faire too."

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

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just founder me her name and address from the employees record register book without much ado, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no problem …I'm in my flash cause 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 than times without the resolution I need, so I unleash.

"Sounds to me like you don't have her reference on single file. Well, I'm gon na predict my examiner and have ‘ em down here in 10 instant unconditional. You know they'll go through the fund inventory, tax records, cash-register revenue, the lot, with a fine toothed comb. And if they find dollar one missing from your cash register, your neck opening'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 rightfulness, restrain your shirt on. I'll get the damn file."

Having taken a child's play of the entirely page with my Samsung, ( well, you never know ), I closes her down.

"I only needed her savoir-faire, but you showed me the whole page of personal details for the whole staff. Your boss wouldn't be very delight 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 ?'

Stupid dumb bitch.

……….

Fri mid-morning drum roll 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 metrical unit 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not certain, but she sure was as aroused as piece of tail ) on the end of my rapist cock a couple of calendar month back is standing behind the counter next to the stupid bimbo slovenly woman. 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,"reply my goddess.

"Ouch, that hurt."

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

Of course, the reason I'm here is to break the good news to my goddess that I now have her address. 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 good to miss. Anyway, it's not you who I've cum to see. It's your gorgeous young help here. I've come to slip her away to join me for a coffee."

"Oh, no you don't."My goddesses'computer memory 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 umber. I promise I'll try to not let this one hurt too much."

The slow bimbo had shuffled away along the counter, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. Of track, she'd no mind that a couple of calendar month back I'd frog-marched her 40yo work workfellow out of the java shop, dragged into a restroom out the back, ( 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 dead 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 protagonist have a small noose end, sorry, I mean loose end, to tie up. It won't take prospicient than a prissy long, long, long coffee happy chance. talk of tenacious, I wonder if I've got my tape with me ?"

I tap at a few sac on my jacket, then make my helping hand 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 breakage. I'm sure I could persuade her to get away from this musty old shop for a while. Go out the vertebral column for a breathing space of newly air and stretch her legs."

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

I smile to myself. Don't threaten a pro threatener. It don't workplace. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain females, all I have to do is beckon it under their nose, and they do exactly as I say. I don't recommend you install it though, unless you're prepared to assist time.

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

"If she's gon na be leaving,"I quietly say,"Then I'd better admit a brace o'short vids to remember her by….. no, wait, my television camera's nearly full."

She thinks I mean photograph of her ‘ enjoying'the rapine. Of course, I mean flick 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 front of my mark.

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

…

"I've got to go need a breakout, Bren. I need to sort out some commercial enterprise with this …. er …. man."

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

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

"Well I'm gasping for a java 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 coffee, I can expect and show you this evening, but I'm here now, so was hoping to get it over and done with."

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

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

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