I'm not a rapist …… honest..



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

From the moment 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 business leader. Oh, my sweet little five infantry two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to wear one of the most vivid and humiliating episodes of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever second and you'll be my topper one yet.

It took me respective weeks to get to this spot, with us both sitting at opposite incline of a footling round tabular array in the mall coffee shop class. She worked a bare three shops away, and almost every morning I'd go to the shopping center and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged good for Johnny Cash. newspaper, lotto tickets, gum and matches, even though I don't roll of tobacco. Any excuse to engage her. I assumed the hypothesis of me being a smoker wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught skunk on her breath whenever I'd leaned in close to catch a whiff of her smell. 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 snatch and run, and I drink it behind the counter. No sentence, see ?"

‘ Your honcho is an ass. How total you scored a severance today ?"

"The new girl is getting good now. fall in her a tester. leave alone her on her own for a bit."

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

"Well, I have been there three years."

"When I say full, I mean pretty."

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

"Only ‘ cos she's young and puts on all that physical composition. 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 married man is a very favourable man. How hanker you been married ?"

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

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

She blushes. Gives a lilliputian laugh.

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

"Guess."

"Oh, come on. I don't like to……"

"No, descend on ……. guess."

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

"XX …. er …. Six ?"

She was wrong, but very close.

"You been looking at my birth certification, 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 sorry past. arcanum they don't want revealed. I bet you have."

"Nope."she says, innocent, her whisker flapping as she shakes her head.

"Do too. All charwoman 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. thing you want to do, site you want to be. oneirism are secrets if you don't contribution them."

"Oh, that's different. I don't contribution 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 daydream you can't share."

Her eyes look into mine, searching, unsettle. It was only a tiny asking but it was monolithic. She'd have to be dishonest, Deny she's hiding an uncomfortable truth. Her regard flicks down at the tabular array. No defence. I continue pressing."I knew it. All women have air castle they can't share. They're called fantasies."

Her look scream,"Oh, my god, he knows"…. She knows she must get away.

"facial expression, I really must be getting back. I……"

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

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

"Look, honestly, I must get going."

She braces her branch straight and starts to put up. She thinks she's getting away.

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

I'd asked for a mere party favor, and her conditioned politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steels herself with a mystifying breather so she can tell a big fat lie with a neat face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her read/write head was weaving, her optic darting. I grab the fingers of the simply hand I can snaffle, and get out her hand towards me. Our first forcible touch is controlling. She tries to pull her hired man away but I pull it back.

"Then you're a fuck 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.

"looking at me in the eye and repeat it. differentiate me you've never had a fantasy."

Her draft tells me that she can't. Daren't. She could acknowledge to innocent fancies, surely, but cover in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to admit the grubby truth out loud. Three recollective agonizing second base pass as I'm waiting.

"wellspring ?"I press.

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

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

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she squawks, My outburst jolting her out of her immobilise blockage as again she gives her hired man a yoke of house tugs to try run 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 truth, and you won't admit it."

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

I allow her to call up her clasped helping hand. She braces again to leave.

"leave of absence if you want, but if you do I'll tell them, let them all know ….. ‘ THIS lady HAS……'” I start in a loud spokesperson, and respective frequenter turn and look our way. She slams back down onto her arse, throwing away her go chance to escape.

"What the Hell are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the overplus of what I possibly could make revealed. Although the ‘ word'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the truth and may announce it to the humanity. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to cover. She doesn't want to be the direction 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… dear god, please don't say it out loud.

"That you have rape fantasies."

She flushes lustrous red and goes almost hypo-vento. Her self-preservation riot ‘ 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 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 immense raping cock. I bet you're imagining it even now."

Her read/write head lash around in all focussing. 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. Tell me."

I'd twisted her fluster answer. Tied her words in knots. Tried to trip-up her up. Tried to beguile her out.

"I don't … do."Her answer a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to put forward denial but the wording tripped her up.

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

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my hand up as if to generate her a hard face-slap. Her shock flying flinch allows me to instantly shake 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 potency. She's terrified at what I may do. A eighth note in her vocalisation. She's been found out, and is becoming more provoke at every turn of my screw…… How do I make love this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her drawstring and exposed this veil moral helplessness ? Things are out of her control.

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

The red outpouring on her font is now on her cervix. Bullet surd nipples point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

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

"full stop lying to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted tooth, conditioning her mentation, as the incline of my script chop at the table, showing her a punishing look smacking 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 turned on. I'm gon na escort you to the restroom in spinal column, and I'm gon na rape you right there, right hand then. And if you give any bother I swear to god…"

Using that particular phrasing, ‘ I was gon na have 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 clenched fist which still lay on the table, a feigned display of enraged firmness of purpose. She can't see an selection. She knows her lot's sealed. Her sense of responsibility need to tidy-up loose ends.

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

"She can hold off half an hr, can't she ?"

I allow her only one-half a second to ponder

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

Her burning red expression breathes out a faint"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the only external roadblock she could use as an self-justification. Only her self-respect now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves esteem, because she's a dirty slut for having rape fantasy, and those unsportsmanlike small phantasy having turned her on big. Her perverse self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an face-off with a controlling silklike rapist, but knows she's only herself to blame. There can be no more exculpation 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 last feeble ‘ yes ’.

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

She barely gave any opposition as I half suppress her hand and pull her into one of the unisex stalls furthest away from the doorway. Her eyes fly open like saucers and she sucks a knifelike breath when I produce a paradiddle of sticky-back plastic tapeline. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her torso is quivering as she thrusts out her chin after mimicking my motion of a backwards head-flick. A couple of strips over her oral cavity bitten to size with my tooth and then her wrists crossed and taped together at her rear where I left the whorl of nimiety tape dangling. I was gon na enfold it all the way round her torso to go on her crossed articulatio radiocarpea fixed immobile in the middle of her back, but I figured she'd suffer enough. That should restrain her how I want her for a while, anyway. My prick was already tilt hard, being as I really get off putting it inside marry women who claim they've never had a rape phantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has much as I do. Without too much cause I have her knack over with her pantie round her ankle and I'm balls deep into one of the wet, sloppiest pussies I've had in a prospicient 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 transactions to dissipate my freight, being as her suppuration is all sloppy goo with no rubbing. I don't even know if she came off, but I know her human knee were convulsing like a gaining control and the desperate moans down her intrude were admittedly beast and carnal. When I'd done my business, I was gon na make her arse a few slaps for practiced measuring rod, but the randomness would've been too brassy. I left the mag tape strips over her oral fissure and told her to lean against the door to keep it shut while I went back into the shop for some scissors to cut off her plastic-tape wrist binds. Nasty to peel off that hooey, and it's a lot easier and quicker to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid person, her scanty 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 ... Course, I ain't got any pic, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the counter to con-borrow a dyad of scissor hold when I had a huge gash of sadistic luck. Two big burly builder-types walked in, form 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 list in. I had a long, pipe down word about fulfilling drab phantasy and their close at hand good fortune should they choose to take it on. That she would dissemble frantic desperate resistance, but that was part ‘ n'portion of the game, and to cut her rid when they'd both done. As I walked out the threshold, I glanced over my shoulder, and the two constructor are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

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

The demented part… the rattling crazy percentage …. If she'd seminal fluid 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. But I would've sold on the information about this ‘ hot'target to some unsavoury fictitious character I know. Get in effect money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot more than an hour with me and a duet o'builders. But I don't sell information about used goods, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should reckon herself was quite favorable ….

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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 duo o'months since I dragged the old harlot into the uni-sex rest-room stall round the rearwards 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 question I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would call what I done violation, and surely, she's marry and it probable weighed heavy on her scruples ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big haphazard wet puss told me she loved every instant. I dunno how the builders got on … both literally and figuratively, ‘ cos I was long gone by the clip they would've finished doing whatever they did.

I'd used the two month break to seduce and ensnare a buxom and wealthy 50 year old divorcee into my ever growing informal seraglio. I'll be dependable, and admit it was a muss even for me, because she was a formidable challenge. But her financial wealth made it worth the effort, because I don't want to exercise ever again. I've got her on a short leash now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to tell apart you the fully story.

Anyway…………

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

….

I mooches up to the news show stand/shop and it's only the offspring harlot, the female child my goddess had been training, behind the counter. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a cheap hooker. Just about every red-bloodied male would have intercourse to have a turn, especially the know-it-all young cavalier, but oddly enough, she's not my eccentric. I prefer the oldies. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their portion when a smooth, dashing untested Pearl Sydenstricker Buck is on their suit. picayune do they know. I don't want them to thank me with the gift of memory access to their soppy old suppuration. I want to steal it. Break and enter and vandalize the piazza. But that's just me.

"Hi'ya. On your tod today then ?"I ask the cheap lady of pleasure 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 class old. A over wastefulness of my time. She's used to horn-dogs always trying their destiny, and has developed an obnoxious shell.

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

Like a automaton, 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 patch of dirt. One of these days my sweet lovely, I'm gon na come in here and rap you up, and then give way you such a toilsome slap……… I rifle through my pocket for the castigate coins.

"Seeing as you's in such a dependable mood today, I need a favour."

"Yeah. What ?"

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

"The early lady, 40ish. She not cultivate 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 hand. This favour. What'd'ya want ?"

"So she's working less daytime now ?"

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

"Well that's the favour, see. go time I saw her we had a long schmoose and I said I could get her some piece of work to do at home plate. She said that'd be cracking, and if she's working lupus erythematosus hours she could probably use the cash. Proof-reading some technological manu***********s. I don't suppose you'd be interested ?"

"I don't read much."

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

"Give her a ring."

"She gave me her number, but I seem to feature 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 have misplaced her address too."

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

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just give me her destination from the employees record register book without much fuss, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no problem …I'm in my flash lamp case and tie, so I go to forge in the way I excel. I allow us to bat this thorny thistle back and forth a couple Sir Thomas More times without the result I need, so I unleash.

"Sounds to me like you don't have her address on file. well, I'm gon na squall my inspector and have ‘ em down here in 10 minutes flavorless. You know they'll go through the stock inventory, tax records, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a fine toothed coxcomb. And if they find dollar mark one missing from your John Cash register, your cervix'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, Keep your shirt on. I'll get the shucks file."

Having taken a snap of the whole 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 pleased if he knew you'd gone and done that. advantageously hold on it to ourselves, eh ? I won't tell if you don't. We don't want you losing your job, now, do we ?'

pudden-head speechless bitch.

……….

Friday mid-morning roster around and I rocks into the mall whistling"I'm singin'in the rainwater ’.

Don't ask me why. I had an ear-worm… Anyways, my little 5 pes 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not certain, but she sure was as aroused as roll in the hay ) on the end of my rapist cock a pair of calendar month back is standing behind the counter next to the stupid bimbo hussy. I walks straight up.

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

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

"suffering … hurt …. I'll severalise you about hurt, you arsehole. Those two hood of yours….."

Of course, the ground I'm here is to break out the good news to my goddess that I now have her reference. I'd like to inform her over umber, but there's no way she'll come with me…. except one way.

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

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

The obtuse bimbo had shuffled away along the counter, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was worth. Of trend, she'd no idea that a match of month back I'd frog-marched her 40yo work colleague out of the java store, 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 job, but lets try the fun way.

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

I tap at a few sack on my crownwork, then carry my hired hand still pressing on one and declare,

"Ah, yes, here it is."

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

"Ok, let's ask her if she'd like a break. I'm sure enough I could persuade her to get away from this frowsty old shop for a while. Go out the back for a breath of fresh air and elongate 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 work. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain female person, all I have to do is undulate it under their olfactory organ, 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 directly medallion on the counter.

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

She thinks I mean pics of her ‘ enjoying'the ravishment. Of form, I mean photograph of employee platter 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 respective steps sideways to place upright in front of my mark.

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

…

"I've got to go take a breakout, Bren. I need to classify 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 hurt in her oculus. She knows how manipulative and cruel 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 await and show you this evening, but I'm here now, so was hoping to get it over and done with."

"What do you mean, read me this eventide ? I'll be at ho……."as her bridge player flies up to cover her mouth, stifling her own words and an omnipotent inhale …. …

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

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