I'm not a rapist …… honest..



colza fancies are improper, but wantonly arouse her … so what happens if her day of the month 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 screechy vocalism. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to ability. Oh, my odorous little five foot two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to bear one of the most intense and humiliating episode of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever second and you'll be my best one yet.

It took me several week to get to this item, with us both sitting at diametric English of a niggling round table in the promenade coffee tree workshop. She worked a simple three shops away, and almost every break of the day I'd go to the shopping center and we'd exchanged banter as we exchanged goods for cash. Newspapers, lotto tickets, gum and matches, even though I don't fastball. Any excuse to plight her. I assumed the possibility of me being a smoking carriage wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught fume on her breathing space whenever I'd leaned in close to catch a puff of her perfume. It was just another excuse to tie and to flirt, as our give-and-take became ever Sir Thomas More easy.

"Really ? You've never actually sat in this coffee-shop before today ?"I was truly astonished.

"Nope. Always a snap and run, and I drink it behind the counter. No time, see ?"

‘ Your boss is an ass. How amount you scored a severance today ?"

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

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

"well, I have been there three years."

"When I say beneficial, I mean pretty."

"How can you retrieve 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 side, flashes her band.

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

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

"So people 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, hail on ……. guess."

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

"twenty dollar bill …. er …. Six ?"

She was incorrect, but very close.

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

"No."she scoops, feigned indignant, not wanting to evidence she thought I was cute.

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

"You've got a iniquity past ?"

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

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

"Do too. All women have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had daydream, though. affair you want to do, send you want to be. castle in Spain are mystery if you don't share them."

"Oh, that's unlike. I don't share 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 revery you can't share."

Her centre look into mine, searching, unnerved. It was only a tiny request but it was massive. She'd have to be dishonest, Deny she's hiding an uncomfortable truth. Her gaze flicks down at the table. No self-renunciation. I continue pressing."I knew it. All char have castle in Spain 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 brass then. She fidgets and braces, as if to make her leave.

"No you don't ( postulate 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 arms straight and starts to stand. She thinks she's getting away.

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

I'd asked for a childlike favour, and her stipulate politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steels herself with a deep breathing place so she can tell a big fat lie with a direct face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her head was weaving, her centre darting. I grab the fingers of the only hand I can grab, and pull her manus towards me. Our first physical skin senses is controlling. She tries to pull her hand away but I pull it back.

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

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

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

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

"Well ?"I press.

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

"See, you ‘ are'a fucking prevaricator. Don't ever lie to me again, realize ? You have phantasy all the time, don't you, you fucking fornicatress liar."

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she squawks, My outburst jolting her out of her frozen blockage as again she gives her script a span of business firm jerk to try escape my grasp.

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

"No, you don't want to sit and heed ‘ 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 think 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 LADY HAS……'” I start in a loud 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 hell 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 annunciate it to the cosmos. Wounded, she slumps low in her professorship attempting to obscure. She doesn't want to be the focus of tickle. The centre of attention of embarrassing attention.

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

"Tell them what ?"she gulps yet again, mouth becoming dry. Don't say it… darling 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 belly laugh ‘ deny, deny, deny.'

"I do no such …….."

I cut off her lying words..

"prevaricator, fucking liar. You do because you can't supporter it. You fantasise about being taken and raped all the time. And sometimes you wish it would really encounter, 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 foreland party whip around in all direction. panic. Did anybody hear that ?

"I haven't, I don't … I .. I..

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

I'd twisted her flustered answer. Tied her words in mi. Tried to trip her up. Tried to bewitch 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 jiffy of those dreams that you're trying to deny.

"No, I….."

She squirms on her fanny. I've pointed out something that up till 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 pass her a hard face-slap. Her shocked quick flinch allows me to instantly set down my hand before anyone else sees. She's got the message.

"What do you need ? Why are you doing this ?"

She won't get up leave now. Not without my authority. She's terrified at what I may do. A eighth note in her vocalisation. She's been found out, and is becoming more aroused at every turn of my screw…… How do I have a go at it this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her string and exposed this out of sight moral weakness ? thing are out of her control.

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

The red flush on her aspect is now on her cervix. bullet train hard nipples point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a shortsighted sharp flick of my helping hand as if to go slap her. Another rebound flinch.

"plosive speech sound prevarication to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her cerebration, as the position of my hands chop at the table, showing her a firmly aspect slap could be just an eye-blink away.

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

Using that specific wording, ‘ I was gon na give you a chance, but not any more ’, has turned this around to being her geological fault. She's become horny and brought it on herself. She deserves to be raped. I work my clench fists which still lay on the table, a affect showing of infuriated firmness. She can't see an option. She knows her portion's sealed. Her sense of responsibility needs to tidy-up release ends.

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

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

I allow her sole half a s to ponder

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

Her burning red face breathes out a watery"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 self-regard now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves obedience, because she's a dirty trollop for having rape phantasy, and those dirty little fantasy having turned her on big. Her reprobate self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an encounter with a controlling slick rapist, but knows she's only herself to fault. There can be no Thomas More excuses now the reality of being plundered has made her horny and has now resigned to being the dupe of rape. She just unleashed it with that final weak ‘ yes ’.

"Come on then, slattern whore,"I command, as I lurch up onto my fundament."I know you want this."

She barely gave any resistance as I half crush her hand and pull her into one of the unisex stalls furthest away from the door. Her eye fly open like saucers and she sucks a precipitous breath when I produce a roll of sticky-back plastic tape recording. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her body is quivering as she thrusts out her Chin after mimicking my apparent motion of a backwards head-flick. A couple of strip show over her mouth bitten to size of it with my teeth and then her wrists crossed and taped together at her backbone where I left the roll of excess tape dangling. I was gon na wind it all the way round her torso to proceed her crossed radiocarpal joint fixed immobile in the middle of her vertebral column, but I figured she'd suffer sufficiency. That should keep her how I want her for a spell, anyway. My cock was already stone hard, being as I really get off putting it inside married 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 travail I have her set over with her panties round her ankle joint and I'm nut deep into one of the wettest, miry puss I've had in a hanker clock time. Forty-something year olds, eh ? You've got ta love life ‘ em. Dirty old slappers, I call them. But I am only twenty four after all. It takes me about ten transactions to tear 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 lawful brute and carnal. When I'd done my business organization, I was gon na give her arse a few slaps for safe measure, but the interference would've been too loud. I left the tape strips over her backtalk and told her to lean against the room access to go along it shut while I went back into the shop for some scissors to cut off her plastic-tape radiocarpal joint binds. Nasty to flake off that stuff, and it's a lot easier and quicker to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupe, her panty still round her ankles and all. I'd already told her I'd been taking picture show which clearly showed she'd been having the time of her sprightliness, 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 distich of scissors when I had a Brobdingnagian slice of sadistic circumstances. Two big burly builder-types walked in, form and rambunctious, larking about, and crashed themselves down at a table. I casually walked over and stood between them, putting my palms on the board top and lean in. I had a long, tranquil word about fulfilling black fancy and their imminent good fortune should they choose to take it on. That she would feign frantic desperate resistance, but that was part ‘ n'packet of the game, and to cut her free when they'd both done. As I walked out the doorway, I glanced over my shoulder, and the two detergent builder are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

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

The crazy part… the real screwball part …. If she'd come clean up battlefront and told me she had wicked phantasy ( not necessarily violation ) it would've turned me off, so it wouldn't have been me that done the business. But I would've sold on the info about this ‘ hot'target to some unsavoury characters I know. Get good money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot more than an minute with me and a duad o'builders. But I don't deal data about used goods, see. Get yourself into worry doing that, so I suppose in one way she should consider herself was quite lucky ….

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Chapter two.

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

It's been a couple o'months since I dragged the old woman of the street into the uni-sex rest-room cubicle round the back o'the plaza 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 case, though, and in my head I've nicknamed her ‘ my goddess.'I suppose the law would promise what I done rape, and sure, she's espouse and it probable weighed heavy on her conscience ‘ cos she didn't really wan na do it, but her big sloppy wet festering told me she loved every minute. I dunno how the builders 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 seduce and ensnare a buxom and wealthy 50 year old divorcee into my ever growing loose harem. I'll be good, and admit it was a tussle even for me, because she was a redoubtable challenge. But her fiscal wealth made it worth the sweat, 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 assure you the to the full story.

Anyway…………

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

….

I mooches up to the word stand/shop and it's only the young tart, the fille my goddess had been training, behind the counter. She's about 18 and all dolled up like a flashy hooker. Just about every red-bloodied Male would love to accept a turn, especially the know-it-all young cavaliers, but oddly enough, she's not my type. I prefer the oldie. I love that they are flattered and can't believe their chance when a smooth, dashing young one dollar bill is on their shell. Little do they know. I don't want them to give thanks me with the gift of memory access to their soppy old kitty-cat. I want to slip it. recess and enter and vandalise the shoes. But that's just me.

"Hi'ya. On your tod today then ?"I ask the tacky sporting lady serving skirt who doesn't know who I am.

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

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten year old. A complete waste of my sentence. She's used to horn-dogs always trying their chance, and has developed an obnoxious shell.

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

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

"Two twenty dollar bill,"she says, looking at me like I'm a small-arm of crap. One of these days my cherubic lovely, I'm gon na get along in here and rap you up, and then yield you such a hard slap……… I rifle through my pouch for the correct coins.

"beholding as you's in such a good sense of humor today, I need a favour."

"Yeah. What ?"

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

"The early madam, 40ish. She not work here anymore ?"

"Day off. In tomorrow."

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

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

"So she's working LE days now ?"

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

"Well that's the favour, see. Last time I saw her we had a foresightful Old World chat and I said I could get her some piece of work to do at menage. She said that'd be great, and if she's working less 60 minutes she could probably use the cash. Proof-reading some technical manu***********s. I don't suppose you'd be worry ?"

"I don't read much."

"No, I figured …… Well, anyway, that's why I asked if she was here, see, I need to make out, like, today, if she can do ‘ em. I'm flying out tomorrow for a mates o'daylight and I need ‘ em done for when I get back…. If she's gon na do ‘ em I need to drop off ‘ em off to her today. You got her speech ?"

"Give her a ring."

"She gave me her number, but I seem to get lost it. She said if the job ever came up, to just pop around to her place and she'd get ‘ em done, but I seem to have misplaced her computer address too."

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

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just pass on me her address from the employees record register book without a lot hustle, but she's making me work….. bitch …. no problem …I'm in my blink of an eye suit and tie, so I go to process in the way I excel. I allow us to bat this thorny thistle back and forth a couple Thomas More times without the result I need, so I unleash.

"audio to me like you don't have her destination on filing cabinet. well, I'm gon na call my inspector and have ‘ em down here in 10 minutes savourless. You know they'll go through the lineage stocktaking, tax disk, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a okay toothed comb. And if they find one dollar bill one missing from your Cash register, your neck'll be in a noose and you'll be dangling from that tree out there. You'll never get a job ever again."

"All right, all right, restrain your shirt on. I'll get the tinker's dam file."

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

"I only needed her address, but you showed me the solid page of personal particular for the whole faculty. Your honcho wouldn't be very pleased if he knew you'd gone and done that. outdo keep back 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.

……….

Friday mid-morning curl 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 lilliputian 5 fundament 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not certain, but she sure was as horny as screwing ) on the end of my rapist stopcock a distich of month back is standing behind the counter next to the stupid bimbo slut. I walks straight up.

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

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

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

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

"Yeah, sorry about that, it was too skillful to lose. Anyway, it's not you who I've come to see. It's your gorgeous Thomas Young assistant here. I've come to steal 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 chocolate. I promise I'll try to not let this one damage too much."

The dumb bimbo had shuffled away along the counter, removing herself from being involved, but was eaves-dropping for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. Of course, she'd no idea that a duo of months back I'd frog-marched her 40yo oeuvre colleague out of the coffee shop, dragged into a restroom out the back, ( with minimal resistor 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 shift 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 unlike ways, no problem, but lets try the fun way.

"Me and your gorgeous supporter have a low noose end, sorry, I mean loose end, to tie up. It won't take longer than a nice long, long, long coffee severance. talk of foresightful, I wonder if I've got my tapeline with me ?"

I tap at a few air pocket on my jacket, then maintain my paw still pressing on one and hold,

"Ah, yes, here it is."

"No chance baby buster, 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 spell. Go out the back for a breather of fresh air and stretch her legs."

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

I smile to myself. Don't threaten a master threatener. It don't work. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some sure females, all I have to do is undulate it under their nozzle, and they do exactly as I say. I don't recommend you install it though, unless you're prepared to swear out time.

I look my goddess straight in the eye as I lean in with my hands flat medal on the counter.

"If she's gon na be leaving,"I quietly say,"Then I'd salutary withdraw a couple o'shortly vids to think back her by….. no, waiting, my photographic camera's nearly full."

She thinks I mean moving picture of her ‘ enjoying'the assault. Of path, I mean pics 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 man of my mark.

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

…

"I've got to go take a break, Bren gun. I need to classify out some line of work 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 harm in her eyes. She knows how manipulative and brutal I can be, and knows how that can end up.

"Well I'm gasping for a coffee and I'm not going alone, so let's decide who's coming with me. I've got a surprise for you, see. If you don't want coffee, I can hold off and read 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 evening ? I'll be at ho……."as her hired hand flies up to enshroud her oral cavity, stifling her own words and an almighty inhale …. …

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

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