I'm not a raper …… honest..



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

From the import I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that lightweight squeaky vocalisation. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to great power. Oh, my sweet little five foot two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to endure one of the most intense and humiliating episode of your sprightliness. And I'll bet you'll love ever sec and you'll be my best one yet.

It took me various calendar week to get to this point, with us both sitting at opposite side of a short round mesa in the mall java store. She worked a mere three shops away, and almost every break of the day I'd go to the mall and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged commodity for cash. Newspapers, lotto just the ticket, gum and matches, even though I don't smoke. Any excuse to engage her. I assumed the opening of me being a smoker wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught smoke on her breath whenever I'd leaned in close to fascinate a whiff of her scent. It was just another alibi to plug in and to flirt, as our backchat became ever to a greater extent 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 parry. No fourth dimension, see ?"

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

"The new girl is getting adept now. Gave her a examiner. Leave her on her own for a bit."

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

"fountainhead, I have been there three years."

"When I say beneficial, I mean pretty."

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

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

"Your husband is a very favourable man. How farseeing you been married ?"

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

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

She blushes. Gives a footling laugh.

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

"Guess."

"Oh, come on. I don't like to……"

"No, come on ……. guess."

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

"20 …. er …. Six ?"

She was untimely, 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 show she thought I was cute.

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

"You've got a dark past ?"

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

"Nope."she says, inexperienced person, her hair's-breadth flutters as she shakes her head.

"Do too. All woman have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had daydream, though. Things you want to do, places you want to be. castle in the air are secrets if you don't share them."

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

Now we're talking about her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look, honestly, I must get going."

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

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

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

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her head was weaving, her eyes darting. I grab the fingers of the only if hand I can grab, and pull her hand towards me. Our initiative physical speck is controlling. She tries to pull her handwriting away but I pull it back.

"Then you're a piece of ass 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 manus detached. I grip it tighter.

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

Her gulping William Tell me that she can't. Daren't. She could admit to impeccant illusion, for certain, but blot out in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to admit the grubby truth out loud. Three long agonizing second base pass as I'm waiting.

"fountainhead ?"I press.

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

"See, you ‘ are'a fucking liar. Don't ever lie to me again, realise ? You have fantasies all the metre, don't you, you fucking fornicatress liar."

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she beef, My outburst jolting her out of her frozen obstruction as again she gives her hired hand a couple of house tugboat 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 trueness, 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 retrieve her brooch hand. She braces again to leave.

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

"What the inferno are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the overplus of what I possibly could have revealed. Although the ‘ Holy Scripture'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the true statement and may announce it to the humankind. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to hide. She doesn't want to be the focus of titillation. The heart and soul 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 vivid 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 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 huge raping hammer. I bet you're imagining it even now."

Her foreland whip around in all directions. Panic. Did anybody get word 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 response. Tied her words in knots. Tried to trip her up. Tried to catch her out.

"I don't … do."Her resolution a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to assert self-renunciation but the choice of words tripped her up.

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

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my hand up as if to give her a laborious face-slap. Her aghast promptly flinch allows me to instantly unload 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 eighth note in her part. She's been found out, and is becoming more excite at every turn of my screw…… How do I know this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her strand and exposed this hidden lesson impuissance ? Things are out of her control.

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

The red flush on her font is now on her neck. heater hard nipples point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a short sharp movie of my hand as if to go bang her. Another recoil flinch.

"Stop prevarication to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her thoughts, as the side of my helping hand chop at the table, showing her a firmly font 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 turned on. I'm gon na see you to the restroom in back, and I'm gon na rape you right there, properly then. And if you give any trouble I swear to god…"

victimization that specific choice of words, ‘ I was gon na give you a chance, but not any more ’, has turned this around to being her error. She's become horny and brought it on herself. She deserves to be raped. I work my clinched fists which still lay on the table, a feigned show of infuriated resoluteness. She can't see an option. She knows her fate's sealed. Her sense of duty needs to tidy-up at large ends.

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

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

I allow her entirely half a endorse to chew over

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

Her combustion red face breathes out a frail"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the only external barrier she could use as an excuse. Only her dignity now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves regard, because she's a cheating loose woman for having ravishment fancies, and those sordid piffling fantasy having turned her on big. Her perverted 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 apology 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 light ‘ yes ’.

"Come on then, slut woman of the street,"I command, as I lurch up onto my feet."I know you want this."

She barely gave any resistance as I half vanquish her handwriting and pull her into one of the unisex stalls furthest away from the door. Her eyes fly give like saucers and she sucks a shrewd breath when I produce a rolling wave of sticky-back plastic magnetic 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 size with my teeth and then her wrist crossed and taped together at her back where I left the roll of excess tape dangling. I was gon na twine it all the way round her torso to continue her crossed wrist fixed immobile in the midriff of her back, but I figured she'd suffer sufficiency. That should keep her how I want her for a while, anyway. My dick was already rock hard, being as I really get off putting it inside wed women who claim they've never had a rape fantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has much as I do. Without too a great deal effort I have her bent over with her step-in round her ankles and I'm Lucille Ball deep into one of the pixilated, muddy pussies I've had in a long meter. 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 minutes to pullulate my load, being as her kitty is all sloppy goo with no detrition. I don't even know if she came off, but I know her knees were convulsing like a seizure and the desperate groan down her nose were true animal and carnal. When I'd done my concern, I was gon na give her arse a few slap for good cadence, but the noise 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 shop for some scissors to cut off her plastic-tape wrist joint binds. Nasty to peel off that material, and it's a lot light and warm to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid person, her step-in still round her ankle joint and all. I'd already told her I'd been taking pics which clearly showed she'd been having the prison term of her life story, and that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't ... grade, I ain't got any exposure, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the counter to con-borrow a pair of scissors when I had a huge piece of sadistic circumstances. Two big burly builder-types walked in, track and robustious, larking about, and crashed themselves down at a mesa. 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 dark fancy and their close at hand in force fortune should they select to take it on. That she would affect frantic desperate resistance, but that was component ‘ n'parcel of the secret plan, and to cut her free when they'd both done. As I walked out the threshold, I glanced over my berm, 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 wild part… the real crazy character …. If she'd come clean and jerk up front and told me she had wicked fantasy ( not necessarily colza ) it would've turned me off, so it wouldn't have been me that done the business. But I would've sold on the data about this ‘ hot'target to some unsavoury characters I know. Get near money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot more than an hr with me and a couple o'constructor. But I don't sell information about used goods, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should consider herself was quite favourable ….

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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 working girl into the uni-sex rest-room carrel round the backwards o'the mall and gave her one. I say old prostitute. 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 caput I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would call what I done rape, and sure, she's married and it likely weighed heavy on her conscience ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big miry wet puss told me she loved every minute. I dunno how the detergent builder got on … both literally and figuratively, ‘ cos I was long gone by the fourth dimension 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 intimate harem. I'll be dependable, and admit it was a tussle even for me, because she was a formidable challenge. But her financial wealth made it worth the effort, because I don't want to work ever again. I've got her on a light three now though, and she'll do whatever I want. cue me later to tell you the full story.

Anyway…………

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

….

I mooches up to the word stand/shop and it's only the Cy Young fancy woman, the girl my goddess had been training, behind the counter. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a cheap floozy. Just about every red-bloodied male would love to take in a go, especially the know-it-all young Royalist, but oddly enough, she's not my type. I prefer the golden oldie. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their luck when a smooth, dashing young buck is on their case. Little do they know. I don't want them to thank me with the giving of admission to their slushy old puss. I want to steal it. prisonbreak and enter and vandalise the place. But that's just me.

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

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

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten twelvemonth old. A complete waste material of my clock 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 pack o'tic-tacs if it's not too much trouble."

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

"Two XX,"she says, looking at me like I'm a patch of dirt. One of these days my scented 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 set coins.

"visual perception as you's in such a good temper today, I need a favour."

"Yeah. What ?"

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

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

"Day off. In tomorrow."

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

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

"So she's working less days now ?"

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

"well that's the favor, see. Last time I saw her we had a long chat and I said I could get her some body of work to do at home plate. She said that'd be majuscule, and if she's working lupus erythematosus hours she could probably use the cash. Proof-reading some technical manu***********s. I don't suppose you'd be interest ?"

"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 duet o'Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 own misplaced her address too."

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

I thought she'd be dolt enough to just give me her computer address from the employees record cash register Scripture without much fuss, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no problem …I'm in my flash 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 twosome to a greater extent 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 call my inspectors and have ‘ em down here in 10 transactions plane. You know they'll go through the breed armory, tax records, cash-register revenue, the lot, with a fine toothed coxcomb. And if they find dollar one missing from your Johnny 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, Keep your shirt on. I'll get the shit 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 completely page of personal point for the unharmed staff. Your boss wouldn't be very proud of if he knew you'd gone and done that. safe hold it to ourselves, eh ? I won't Tell if you don't. We don't want you losing your job, now, do we ?'

Stupid dumb bitch.

……….

Friday mid-morning peal 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 fiddling 5 foundation 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not sealed, but she sure was as aroused as nooky ) on the end of my rapist cock a duo of months back is standing behind the buffet next to the stupid bimbo slut. I walks straight up.

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

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

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

Of track, the reasonableness I'm here is to break the unspoilt news to my goddess that I now have her address. I'd like to inform her over burnt umber, but there's no way she'll come with me…. except one way.

"Yeah, sorry about that, it was too effective to miss. Anyway, it's not you who I've come 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'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 burnt umber. A liddle biddy 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 course, she'd no estimate that a couple of months back I'd frog-marched her 40yo work colleague out of the coffee shop class, dragged into a comfort station out the back, ( with minimal impedance 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 bushed body…"

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

"Me and your gorgeous ally have a small snare end, sorry, I mean idle end, to tie up. It won't take longer than a nice long, long, long coffee bean rupture. talk of long, I wonder if I've got my taping with me ?"

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

"Ah, yes, here it is."

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

"Ok, let's ask her if she'd like a break. I'm sure I could sway her to get away from this musty old shop for a patch. Go out the back for a breath of fresh air and unfold 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 workplace. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain female person, all I have to do is brandish 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 savourless thenar on the counter.

"If she's gon na be leaving,"I quietly say,"Then I'd bettor strike a duet o'short vids to remember her by….. no, waiting, my television camera's nearly full."

She thinks I mean picture show of her ‘ enjoying'the rapine. Of course, I mean pics of employee phonograph 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 several footprint sideways to brook in front of my mark.

"public treasury receipts still in order, I assume ? Or maybe we'd better discuss it over a java, 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 deal a break, Bren gun. I need to assort out some business with this …. er …. man."

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

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

"fountainhead I'm gasping for a chocolate 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 java, I can wait and show you this eve, 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 oral cavity, stifling her own Holy Writ and an almighty inhale …. …

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

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