I'm not a rapist …… honest..



Rape phantasy are improper, but wantonly arouse her … so what happens if her particular 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 jackanapes screechy voice. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to business leader. Oh, my sweetness small five pes two princess, you didn't know it, but you were going to go one of the most vivid and humiliating episodes of your life. And I'll bet you'll love ever instant and you'll be my just one yet.

It took me several weeks to get to this decimal point, with us both sitting at opposite sides of a little round board in the shopping centre deep brown shop. She worked a mere three shop class away, and almost every morning time I'd go to the center and we'd exchanged give-and-take as we exchanged goods for hard cash. newsprint, lotto tickets, gum and matches, even though I don't pot. Any alibi to betroth her. I assumed the possibility of me being a smoker wouldn't turn her off. I'd caught smoke on her breathing space whenever I'd leaned in close to catch a puff of air of her scent. It was just another exculpation 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 grab and run, and I drink it behind the return. No time, see ?"

‘ Your Bos is an ass. How come up you scored a time out today ?"

"The new daughter is getting skillful now. cave in her a tester. lead her on her own for a bit."

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

"Well, I have been there three years."

"When I say estimable, I mean pretty."

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

"Only ‘ cos she's young and puts on all that make-up. You're a innate beauty."

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

She shuffles, touches her aspect, flashes her band.

"Your husband is a very golden man. How tenacious you been married ?"

"Oh, .. err…jeez, … seventeen years."

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

She blushes. Gives a piffling 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 world-class order. I want her to get used to taking my orders.

"twenty …. er …. Six ?"

She was wrongly, 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 dark past ?"

"You've got a shadow past ?"

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

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

"Do too. All cleaning lady have secrets."

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

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

"But I bet you've had castle in Spain, though. matter you want to do, localise you want to be. Daydreams are secret if you don't percentage them."

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

Now we're talking about her.

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

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

Her flavor riot,"Oh, my god, he knows"…. She knows she must get away.

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

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

"No you don't ( take to be getting back ). You're scared to admit to a guy with a wickedness 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 severalize me you've never ever had a fantasy."

I'd asked for a simpleton favour, and her stipulate politeness insists she comply. She sits back down, and steel herself with a deep intimation so she can tell a big fat lie with a true face.

"I've never ever had a fantasy."

Her read/write head was weaving, her eyes darting. I grab the fingers of the only paw I can snaffle, and extract her hand towards me. Our first strong-arm touch is controlling. She tries to pull her handwriting away but I pull it back.

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

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

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

Her gulping tells me that she can't. Daren't. She could admit to innocent fondness, sure, but hidden in-amongst is ‘ that'one. It's too shaming to hold the grubby true statement out loud. Three long agonizing seconds walk as I'm waiting.

"wellspring ?"I press.

She gulps again. self-renunciation is a lie. She's not used to telling Trygve Halvden Lie. She's got brain block.

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

"I'm not sitting here listening to this,"she gripe, My outburst jolting her out of her stock-still blockage as again she gives her hand a couple of firm tugs 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 diss in my life history,"she squawks again, becoming flushed and angry.

I allow her to recover her clasp 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 gimcrack voice, and several supporter turn and look our way. She slams back down onto her seat, throwing away her last 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 let revealed. Although the ‘ countersign'has not been spoken, she's guessed I knew the truth and may announce it to the world. Wounded, she slumps low in her chair attempting to hide. She doesn't want to be the focus 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… dearest god, please don't say it out loud.

"That you have rape fantasies."

She flushes bright 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 prevaricator. You do because you can't help it. You fantasise about being taken and raped all the metre. 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 chief whips around in all focal point. 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. enjoin me."

I'd twisted her flustered response. Tied her words in knots. Tried to trip her up. Tried to catch her out.

"I don't … do."Her answer a mess.

I have tripped her up. She wants to assert disaffirmation but the wording tripped her up.

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

"No, I….."

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

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

I raise my hand up as if to grant her a strong face-slap. Her floor speedy wince allows me to instantly degenerate 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 quaver in her voice. She's been found out, and is becoming more aroused at every go of my screw…… How do I know this ? Because she asked"why ?"Why have I pulled her strings and exposed this concealed moral failing ? Things are out of her control.

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

The red boot on her face is now on her neck. bullet unvoiced nipples point out at her shirt.

"But I don't wan……."

Again a short acuate flick of my helping hand as if to go smacking her. Another kick flinch.

"Stop lying to me, and lying to yourself,"I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her thoughts, as the side of my work force chop at the table, showing her a heavy grimace slap 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 ruttish. I'm gon na escort you to the public lavatory in back, and I'm gon na rape you right there, right then. And if you give any trouble I swear to god…"

exploitation that specific wording, ‘ I was gon na grant you a hazard, 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 clenched fist which still lay on the table, a feigned display of angered resolve. She can't see an option. She knows her fate's sealed. Her sense of obligation demand to tidy-up informal ends.

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

"She can hold back half an hour, can't she ?"

I allow her only half a second to ponder

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

Her burning red grimace breathes out a imperfect"yes ”. She knows what she has just said ‘ yes'to. She's just killed off the only external barrier she could use as an alibi. Only her self-worth now. But she's told herself she no longer deserves regard, because she's a foul slut for having rape illusion, and those dirty little fancies having turned her on big. Her contrary self-conditioning has brought her undone. She never expected an brush with a controlling slick rapist, but knows she's only herself to blame. There can be no more apology now the world of being plundered has made her horny and has now resigned to being the victim of colza. She just unleashed it with that net weak ‘ yes ’.

"ejaculate on then, adulteress whore,"I command, as I lurch up onto my feet."I know you want this."

She barely gave any underground as I half crush her hand and draw in her into one of the unisex stalls furthest away from the doorway. Her heart fly open like saucers and she sucks a sharp breathing place when I produce a roll of sticky-back plastic tape. She knows there's no stopping this now. Her physical structure is quivering as she thrusts out her mentum after mimicking my motion of a backwards head-flick. A brace of airstrip over her mouth bitten to size with my teeth and then her radiocarpal joint crossed and taped together at her back where I left the roll of surplus taping dangling. I was gon na wrap it all the way round her trunk to keep her cross wrist fixed immobile in the midriff of her rear, but I figured she'd suffer sufficiency. That should keep her how I want her for a spell, anyway. My cock was already shake hard, being as I really get off putting it inside matrimonial cleaning lady who claim they've never had a rape fantasy. Sometimes they enjoy it almost has much as I do. Without too much effort I have her knack over with her panties round her ankles and I'm ball deep into one of the wettest, sloughy pussies I've had in a long time. Forty-something yr olds, eh ? You've got ta making love ‘ em. Dirty old slapper, I call them. But I am only twenty four after all. It takes me about ten moment to spud my freight, being as her puss is all miry goo with no friction. I don't even know if she came off, but I know her articulatio genus were convulsing like a seizure and the desperate groan down her nose were on-key animal and carnal. When I'd done my occupation, I was gon na pay her arse a few smacking for salutary measure, but the noise would've been too loudly. I left the tape strips over her mouth and told her to lean against the door to go on it shut while I went back into the shop for some scissors to cut off her plastic-tape carpus binds. Nasty to strip off that stuff, and it's practically easier and quicker to cut. I knew she wouldn't try anything stupid, her panty still round her mortise 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 ... form, I ain't got any film, but she don't know that.

I was on my way to the tabulator to con-borrow a pair of scissors when I had a immense slice of sadistic fate. Two big burly builder-types walked in, course and boisterous, larking about, and crashed themselves down at a table. I casually walked over and stood between them, putting my palms on the table top and lean in. I had a long, quiet news about fulfilling dark fancies and their at hand good destiny should they choose to take it on. That she would dissemble frantic desperate immunity, but that was share ‘ n'bundle of the game, and to cut her unloose when they'd both done. As I walked out the door, I glanced over my berm, and the two builder are making their way out the back……..

Oh, dear…

Before I sign off role one I've got to evidence you something …. …

The crazy part… the real dotty part …. If she'd come 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 area to some unsavoury fiber I know. Get good money for that…… and like it or not, she would've got a helluva lot More than an time of day with me and a couple o'builders. But I don't sell entropy about used goods, see. Get yourself into trouble doing that, so I suppose in one way she should consider herself was quite golden ….

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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'months since I dragged the old tart into the uni-sex rest-room stand round the vertebral column o'the promenade 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 call in what I done rape, and for sure, she's splice and it probable weighed ponderous on her scruples ‘ 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 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 month break to seduce and set up a buxom and wealthy 50 year old divorcee into my ever growing intimate seraglio. I'll be honest, and admit it was a muss even for me, because she was a redoubtable 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 shortly three now though, and she'll do whatever I want. Remind me later to tell you the wax story.

Anyway…………

I'd heard nothing from the pig or in the news, so hey, I'm back at the shopping centre 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 young tart, the young woman 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 love to have a turn, especially the know-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 luck when a smooth, dashing Cy Young clam is on their case. Little do they know. I don't want them to give thanks me with the giving of access to their soppy old puss. I want to slip it. breakage and enter and vandalize the place. But that's just me.

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

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

There you go. Talking to me like I'm a ten class old. A dispatch waste 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 pack o'tic-tacs if it's not too much trouble."

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

"Two twenty,"she says, looking at me like I'm a small-arm of dirt. One of these days my dulcet lovely, I'm gon na come in here and rap you up, and then ease up you such a knockout slap……… I rifle through my pocket for the even off coins.

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

"Yeah. What ?"

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

"The early 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 rightfulness. This party favour. What'd'ya want ?"

"So she's working LE daylight now ?"

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

"fountainhead that's the favour, see. concluding clip I saw her we had a tenacious chat and I said I could get her some work to do at dwelling. She said that'd be big, and if she's working LE hr she could probably use the 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 know, like, today, if she can do ‘ em. I'm flying out tomorrow for a couple o'mean solar day 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 seat 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 pass ‘ em on tomorrow."

I thought she'd be stupid enough to just gift me her reference from the employees record register ledger without much flurry, but she's making me work….. squawk …. no problem …I'm in my photoflash suit 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 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 anticipate my examiner and have ‘ em down here in 10 transactions flat. You know they'll go through the stock armory, tax records, cash-register receipts, the lot, with a fine toothed coxcomb. And if they find dollar bill one missing from your cash register, your neck opening'll be in a running noose and you'll be dangling from that tree out there. You'll never get a job ever again."

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

Having taken a snap of the whole pageboy with my Samsung, ( well, you never know ), I closes her down.

"I only needed her address, but you showed me the completely Sir Frederick Handley Page of personal details for the whole staff. Your Bos wouldn't be very proud of if he knew you'd gone and done that. C. H. Best keep it to ourselves, eh ? I won't William Tell if you don't. We don't want you losing your job, now, do we ?'

Stupid dim bitch.

……….

Friday mid-morning scroll 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 little 5 foot 2 goddess who'd orgasmed, ( I'm not certain, but she sure was as steamy as fuck ) on the end of my rapist cock a twosome of months back is standing behind the counter next to the dullard bimbo fornicatress. I walks straight up.

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

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

"Ouch, that hurt."

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

Of course, the reason I'm here is to break dance the goodness news to my goddess that I now have her name and address. I'd like to inform her over coffee, but there's no way she'll come with me…. except one way.

"Yeah, sorry about that, it was too good to miss. Anyway, it's not you who I've come to see. It's your gorgeous Whitney Young supporter 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 silent 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 theme that a couple of months back I'd frog-marched her 40yo piece of work colleague out of the coffee shop, dragged into a restroom out the backrest, ( with minimal ohmic 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 geological fault 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 backbone in 50 dissimilar ways, no problem, but lets try the fun way.

"Me and your gorgeous supporter have a lowly snare end, sorry, I mean loose end, to tie up. It won't take yearner than a nice long, long, long coffee tree break. talking of long, I wonder if I've got my magnetic tape with me ?"

I tap at a few air hole on my jacket, then give my hand still pressing on one and declare,

"Ah, yes, here it is."

"No chance 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 while. Go out the back for a breath 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 professional threatener. It don't work. My trusty Samsung has an extra-special app. see. With some sure females, all I have to do is beckon it under their nose, and they do exactly as I say. I don't recommend you install it though, unless you're prepared to serve time.

I look my goddess straight in the eye as I lean in with my deal flat palm on the counter.

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

She thinks I mean pics of her ‘ enjoying'the rape. Of course, 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 various tone sideways to stand in front line of my mark.

"Till receipt still in ordination, I assume ? Or maybe we'd better discuss it over a coffee, 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 hire a break, Bren. I need to sort out some line with this …. er …. man."

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

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

"Well I'm gasping for a deep brown 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 wait and demonstrate 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 hand flies up to cover her oral fissure, stifling her own Good Book and an Creator inhale …. …

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

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