I'm not a rapist …… honest..



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From the moment I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that jackanapes squeaky phonation. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to power. Oh, my honeyed piddling five groundwork two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to endure one of the most vivid and humiliating episodes of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever irregular and you'll be my well one yet.

It took me several calendar week to get to this point, with us both sitting at inverse sides of a little round table in the shopping center deep brown store. She worked a mere three shop class away, and almost every morn I'd go to the mall and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged trade good for cash. Newspapers, beano tickets, gum and match, even though I don't smoke. Any excuse to rent her. I assumed the possible action of me being a tobacco user wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught smoke on her breath whenever I'd leaned in close to enamour a puff of air of her smell. It was just another excuse to unite and to flirt, as our raillery became ever Thomas 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 fourth dimension, see ?"

‘ Your boss is an ass. How follow you scored a breakage today ?"

"The new female child is getting honorable now. Gave her a quizzer. Leave her on her own for a bit."

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

"fountainhead, I have been there three years."

"When I say good, I mean pretty."

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

"Only ‘ cos she's unseasoned and puts on all that makeup. You're a lifelike beauty."

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

She shuffles, touches her facial expression, flashes her band.

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

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

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

She blushes. Gives a minuscule laugh.

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

"Guess."

"Oh, come on. I don't like to……"

"No, get along on ……. guess."

Demanding. My first purchase 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 nascency certificate, ain't ya ? You been checking me out."

"No."she scoops, feigned indignant, not wanting to usher 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. closed book they don't want revealed. I bet you have."

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

"Do too. All women have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had daydreams, though. thing you want to do, lay you want to be. daydream are secrets if you don't percentage them."

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

Now we're talking about her.

"Ok then. appear me in the eye and tell apart me you've never had a air castle you can't share."

Her eyes look into mine, searching, unnerve. It was only a tiny request but it was monumental. She'd have to be dishonest, Deny she's hiding an uncomfortable trueness. Her gaze flicks down at the table. No denial. I continue pressing."I knew it. All cleaning lady have daydreams they can't plowshare. They're called fantasies."

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

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

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

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

"face, honestly, I must get going."

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

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

I'd asked for a simple favor, and her conditioned politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steel herself with a deep breath so she can tell a big fat lie with a square face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her head was weaving, her eyes darting. I grab the fingerbreadth of the only hand I can grab, and pull her hand towards me. Our get-go physical tinge is controlling. She tries to pull her hired hand away but I pull it back.

"Then you're a fucking liar."I say, straight out to her face.

"alibi me ?"Incredulous, affronted. No-one speaks to her like that. Tugging again, urgent to get her script free. I grip it tighter.

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

Her gulp tells me that she can't. Daren't. She could acknowledge to free fancies, for certain, but hidden in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to let in the grubby truth out loud. Three retentive agonizing seconds pass as I'm waiting.

"Well ?"I press.

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

"See, you ‘ are'a fucking prevaricator. Don't ever lie to me again, understand ? You have fancy all the time, don't you, you fucking strumpet 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 hand a match of firm tugs to try escape my grasp.

She can't afford to derive 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 affront in my biography,"she squawks again, becoming flushed and angry.

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

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

"What the nether region are you doing ?"she snaps in a fluster, panicking now, shutting down the embarrassment of what I possibly could have revealed. Although the ‘ word'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the truth and may foretell it to the earthly concern. Wounded, she slumps low in her hot seat attempting to hide. She doesn't want to be the focal point of titillation. The centre of embarrassing attention.

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

"William Tell them what ?"she gulps yet again, mouth becoming dry. Don't say it… dear god, please don't say it out loud.

"That you have rape fantasies."

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

"I do no such …….."

I cut off her lying words..

"prevaricator, 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 cock. I bet you're imagining it even now."

Her head whiplash around in all directions. Panic. Did anybody discover that ?

"I haven't, I don't … I .. I..

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

I'd twisted her rattled reply. Tied her quarrel in international nautical mile. Tried to trip her up. Tried to hitch her out.

"I don't … do."Her solvent a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to assert denial but the diction tripped her up.

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

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my script up as if to give her a hard face-slap. Her floor quick wince allows me to instantly drop my handwriting 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 pronouncement. She's terrified at what I may do. A quaver in her interpreter. She's been found out, and is becoming more wound up at every turn of my screw…… How do I know this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her string and exposed this concealed lesson weakness ? Things are out of her control.

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

The red boot on her face is now on her neck. Bullet laborious tit point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

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

"Stop fabrication to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her thoughts, as the side of my manpower chop at the table, showing her a hard facial expression smacking could be just an eye-blink away.

"I was gon na dedicate you a chance, but not any more. Not now you've allowed yourself to get ruttish. I'm gon na escort you to the restroom in back, and I'm gon na ravishment you right there, decently then. And if you give any trouble I swear to god…"

Using that specific wording, ‘ I was gon na give 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 clenched fist which still lay on the table, a feigned display of angered resolve. She can't see an alternative. She knows her fate's sealed. Her common sense of responsibility needs to tidy-up loose 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 only half a second to contemplate

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

Her combustion red aspect breathes out a fallible"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the exclusively external barrier 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 filthy slut for having rape fondness, and those dirty petty fancies having turned her on big. Her perverse self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an coming upon with a controlling guileful rapist, but knows she's only herself to blame. There can be no more excuse 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 terminal weak ‘ yes ’.

"seed on then, slut fancy woman,"I command, as I lurch up onto my groundwork."I know you want this."

She barely gave any electrical resistance as I half crush her hand and pull her into one of the unisex stalls farthermost away from the door. Her heart fly open like disk and she sucks a sharp breath when I produce a peal of sticky-back charge card magnetic tape. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her physical structure is quivering as she thrusts out her chin after mimicking my motion of a backwards head-flick. A duet of strips over her mouth bitten to sizing with my teeth and then her wrist crossed and taped together at her back where I left the drum roll of excess tape dangling. I was gon na roll it all the way round her torso to go on her intersect wrist fixed immobile in the midsection of her back, but I figured she'd suffer sufficiency. That should keep her how I want her for a while, anyway. My hammer was already stone hard, being as I really get off putting it inside conjoin women who claim they've never had a rape illusion. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has much as I do. Without too often effort I have her bent over with her panties round her ankles and I'm ballock deep into one of the stiff, sloppiest slit I've had in a foresightful time. Forty-something yr olds, eh ? You've got ta erotic love ‘ em. Dirty old spanker, I call them. But I am only twenty four after all. It takes me about ten minutes to hit my load, being as her puss 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 gaining control and the desperate groan down her nozzle were true beast and carnal. When I'd done my line, I was gon na give her arse a few slaps for good measure, but the haphazardness would've been too loud. I left the tape recording strips over her mouth and told her to lean against the room access to continue 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 stuff, and it's much gentle and nimble to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid, her panties 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 time of her life, and that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't ... course of study, I ain't got any pics, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the counter to con-borrow a pair of scissors when I had a Brobdingnagian slice of sadistic destiny. Two big burly builder-types walked in, row and boisterous, larking about, and crashed themselves down at a mesa. I casually walked over and stood between them, putting my medal on the board top and tilt in. I had a long, quiet word about fulfilling dark fancies and their impending good fortune should they prefer to take it on. That she would simulate mad desperate resistance, but that was voice ‘ n'parcel of the game, and to cut her detached when they'd both done. As I walked out the door, I glanced over my articulatio humeri, and the two builders are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

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

The crazy part… the veridical looney part …. If she'd come clean up front man and told me she had wicked partiality ( not necessarily assault ) it would've turned me off, so it wouldn't have been me that done the business. But I would've sold on the entropy about this ‘ hot'target to some unsavoury character reference I know. Get serious money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot to a greater extent than an time of day with me and a match o'builder. But I don't sell entropy about used goods, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should regard herself was quite prosperous ….

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Chapter two.

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

It's been a span o'calendar month since I dragged the old sporting lady into the uni-sex rest-room stall round the back o'the shopping centre 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 point I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would call what I done assault, 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 waterlogged wet puss told me she loved every hour. 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 calendar month break to seduce and ensnare a buxom and wealthy 50 year old divorcee into my ever growing informal harem. I'll be honest, and admit it was a tussle even for me, because she was a unnerving challenge. But her fiscal wealth made it worth the effort, because I don't want to do work ever again. I've got her on a short III now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to differentiate you the full phase of the moon story.

Anyway…………

I'd heard nada from the copper or in the news, so hey, I'm back at the mall to go see my goddess, and see what variety of reception I receive.

….

I mooches up to the tidings stand/shop and it's only the Young tart, the girl my goddess had been training, behind the buffet. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a tatty Joseph Hooker. Just about every red-bloodied male person would love to have a turn, especially the know-it-all young chevalier, but oddly enough, she's not my type. I prefer the oldie. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their fate when a smooth, dashing youth buck is on their cause. piddling do they know. I don't want them to give thanks me with the giving of entree to their mawkish old kitty-cat. I want to slip it. Break and enter and vandalise the place. But that's just me.

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

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

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten yr old. A complete barren 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 clique o'tic-tacs if it's not too much trouble."

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

"Two twenty dollar bill,"she says, looking at me like I'm a piece of turd. One of these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. my sweet lovely, I'm gon na come in here and rap you up, and then give you such a firmly slap……… I rifle through my pocket for the counterbalance coins.

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

"Yeah. What ?"

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

"The other lady, 40ish. She not work here anymore ?"

"Day off. In tomorrow."

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

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

"So she's working less twenty-four hour period now ?"

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

"wellspring that's the favor, see. go sentence I saw her we had a recollective chat and I said I could get her some employment to do at home. She said that'd be great, and if she's working less hours she could probably use the hard cash. Proof-reading some technical 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 fuck, like, today, if she can do ‘ em. I'm flying out tomorrow for a couple o'daylight and I need ‘ em done for when I get back…. If she's gon na do ‘ em I need to dismiss ‘ em off to her today. You got her savoir-faire ?"

"spring 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 receive misplaced her computer address 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 address from the employees record cash register rule book without much pettifoggery, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no trouble …I'm in my flash suit and tie, so I go to shape in the way I excel. I allow us to bat this thorny thistle back and forth a twosome more than times without the final result I need, so I unleash.

"sound to me like you don't have her speech on single file. fountainhead, I'm gon na call my examiner and have ‘ em down here in 10 arcminute flat. You know they'll go through the ancestry stock-taking, tax track record, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a very well toothed comb. And if they find dollar one missing from your cash register, your neck opening'll be in a gin and you'll be dangling from that tree out there. You'll never get a job ever again."

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

Having taken a snap of the wholly Thomas Nelson Page with my Samsung, ( well, you never know ), I closes her down.

"I only needed her address, but you showed me the whole Thomas Nelson Page of personal details for the unhurt faculty. Your hirer wouldn't be very delight if he knew you'd gone and done that. honorable keep 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.

……….

Fri mid-morning rolls around and I rocks into the mall whistling"I'm singin'in the rainfall ’.

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

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

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

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

Of path, the intellect I'm here is to break the good newsworthiness 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 practiced to miss. Anyway, it's not you who I've seed to see. It's your gorgeous young assistant here. I've come to slip her away to conjoin 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 biddy coffee. I promise I'll try to not let this one hurt too much."

The dumb bimbo had shuffled away along the tabulator, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was worth. Of course of action, she'd no idea that a twain of month back I'd frog-marched her 40yo work workfellow out of the deep brown shop, dragged into a wash room out the rear, ( 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 error that two big brawny detergent 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 rachis in 50 unlike ways, no problem, 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 dainty long, long, long coffee break. Talking of long, I wonder if I've got my tape with me ?"

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

"Ah, yes, here it is."

"No probability bronco buster, She stays here with me."

"Ok, let's ask her if she'd like a severance. I'm sure I could persuade her to get away from this musty old store for a while. Go out the book binding for a breath of saucy 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 work. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some certain females, all I have to do is roll 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 bland medallion on the counter.

"If she's gon na be leaving,"I quietly say,"Then I'd better carry a match o'curtly vids to remember her by….. no, delay, my photographic camera's nearly full."

She thinks I mean photo of her ‘ enjoying'the colza. Of course, I mean motion-picture show 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.

"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 build it official…. don't ask… tell her you've got to go."

…

"I've got to go use up a intermission, Bren. I need to screen out some business concern with this …. er …. man."

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

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

"wellspring I'm gasping for a coffee tree 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 waitress and picture you this evening, but I'm here now, so was hoping to get it over and done with."

"What do you mean, show me this even ? I'll be at ho……."as her bridge player flies up to cover her oral cavity, stifling her own words and an almighty inhale …. …

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

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