Forceful Submission
Title: Forceful Submission
Pairings: M/F
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: Rape, a little blood, abuse
Disclaimers: None, these are my characters, and this is my story.
Short Summary: A rape fantasy I may expand on later. A man forces his way into a woman's home and has his way with her
Word Count: 2222(As per MS Wordcount)
Disclaimer: This work is entirely fictional, any resemblance to anyone in whole or in part in anyway is entirely coincidental and not intentional on behalf of the author in any way.
She walked home from school, her back pack heavy with books. She searched for her key while thinking of what homework she should do first, college was really much more intensive than she had realized when she signed up for classes to help further her career. It was dark out; the street light over her house had been broken, making it hard to fit the key into the lock. She scowled, wondering who in the city she’d have to call to get the street light fixed.
Finally she felt the key slide home and turned the lock only to feel the kiss of sharp steel against her vulnerable throat. She held perfectly still and closed her eyes, sure her life was about to be taken from her. Instead she heard a gruff voice tell her to walk into the house, the knife never wavering from her throat. She bit back a whimper, but felt tears of fear prick her eyes as she walked into the house.
She heard him click the key out of the lock and close the door behind them, locking it with a click behind them. She felt her back pack being taken from her shoulders and tossed onto the couch and she couldn’t choke back a sob. Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt the knife slip slightly as he dumped her backpack and purse on the couch and felt an immediate welling of blood on her throat.
Suddenly he was pressed up against her back, an arm around her waist, pulling her close and hard against his unyielding body. A rough hand groped her body and she couldn’t deny the erection pressing against her bottom, she let out a sob and started babbling.
“Please don’t do this, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Y-you can go through my purse, take my money, please please please don’t do this.” She started blubbering, trying to stay upright and not collapse out of fear and apprehension. He just grabbed her by the upper arm and whispered sinisterly in her ear to lead him to her bedroom.
With wobbling steps and another knick from the knife, she led him upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom, trying not to cry. He threw her onto the bed and laughed as she bounced. She finally saw him for the first time, and he was wearing a ski mask, jeans and a sweater, with a pair of leather gloves.
She started babbling again. “Please please, I’m begging you, don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Look, I keep two hundred dollars in my room for emergencies, you can just take it and leave, you don’t need to do this, please!”
He laughed softly “Where’s the money bitch?” He said, looking down at her with cold blue eyes.
“I-in my dresser in the Sponge Bob lunch box, it’s mostly small bills. You can take it and go and I swear I won’t say anything.”
He didn’t listen to her; instead he rummaged in her dresser, going through her frilly under things and stockings, before finally finding the tin lunch box. “Whoa bitch, you’ve got more slutty underwear than a catalogue. Who you been slutting it up for? You don’t have a boyfriend.” He quickly pocketed the cash and flipped the knife in his hands, looking down at her.
“How-how do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?” She stammered out, started to shake, her eyes darting to the door to her room. She startled when he let out a laugh.
“Because if you had a boyfriend he wouldn’t leave you alone for over a month. A fine piece of ass like you, he’d be fucking you every chance he got. And after seeing your underwear I can’t see you saying no to him. And don’t you dare try telling me you’re a virgin, I know what a slut you are, I’ve seen the different men coming and going from your house at all hours of the day, never staying more than a couple of hours. Gee, I wonder what that could mean.” He taunted her.
She shivered softly, crawling as far away from him on the bed as she can, “You’ve been watching me?” She whispers, tears in her eyes again.
“Oh yeah bitch. Saw you somewhere, thought you’d make a good fuck and decided to follow you. I know all about you slut. I know you’re in school, that you don’t work, that you have no boyfriend or girlfriend; I know you have the next four days off from school so no one will miss you so I have plenty of time to spend with you. I know you’re not going to leave this room through that door for a few days so stop eyeing it.” He slapped her harshly across the face, sending her reeling on the bed until she landed on her back, sprawled over the bed.
He grunted in approval when she didn’t try to get up, curling up and crying instead. “That’s it bitch, cry, it just makes all this that much sweeter.” He took off his shirt and revealed a hairy, muscular chest and flicked his belt buckle open. She shrieked and made a mad dash for the door, but he grabbed her by her trailing hair and slammed her against the wall, the knife once more at her throat. “You’re not going anywhere bitch, you’re mine for the next few days and I’m going to have some proper use of you. Now just stay STILL.” He spun her around and back handed her across the face before tossing her once more on the bed.
She lay there, crying, blood trickling from the side of her mouth. She licked at it and winced, sprawled on the bed. “You have your money, you can just go now, you don’t need me, you can pay for a hooker or something, just please leave me alone, please!”
“But I have paid for a hooker, two hundred dollars worth for a few days of pleasure.” He took off the rest of his clothes and stroked a raging erection, twirling his thumb along the head. She sat on the bed and sobbed as he crawled over to her. “Now hold still,” he said softly, and began cutting her clothes away from her body, the fabric parting like water from his blade. She cried harder, shaking her head from side to side, trying to deny this was happening.
His gloved hands were rough as he examined her body, tracing the tramp stamp on the small of her back, the other tattoos across her flesh. He leaned down and licked at the ink, curious if it would feel different under his tongue and seemed almost disappointed that it just tasted and felt like skin. She squealed and kicked out as he licked her, but he pressed the knife once more to her throat and she stilled, shuddering now and again.
Finally she was naked and he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his pile of clothes, swiftly tying her wrists to her opposite elbows in the small of her back, making sure she was nice and secure before flipping her easily over once more. He knelt between her knees and spread her legs lewdly apart, and laughed. “You can’t say you’re a sweet innocent flower with a piercing in your cunt. You are such a slut, you little whore.”
She cried louder, tears making tracks in her mascara down her cheeks. He roughly slid a gloved finger into her cunt and laughed when it came away wet. “You want this, you whore. I bet just getting naked gets you in the mood, you little slut. You are such a bitch in heat.”
He looked down at her and pressed the knife to her throat and whispered in her ear, “Make one unhappy sound, one scream, anything to alert the neighbors and you’re dead, got it bitch?” She whimpers and nods in response, which just makes him back hand her again. “I said GOT IT bitch?”
“Y-yes! Yes, I got it, I won’t scream, I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please.”
“You like saying please, don’t you bitch? You like begging. I bet you’d love to be on your knees right now sucking me off. Come on, slide off the bed, get on your knees.” He moved and slapped her thigh to get her moving faster. She practically fell off the bed in her hurry to obey, feeling the blood from the nicks on her neck stream and collect between her breasts.
She opened her mouth again to beg, but wasn’t given a chance as he rammed his cock down her throat. She gagged and retched, trying to pull off, but he was relentless. He grabbed her hair and just face fucked her, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, “Even think about biting and I’ll break all your teeth out of your face bitch.”
She was having problems breathing around his cock and through her sobbing, her nose full of snot. She pushed against his thighs as he sat on the bed, trying to get a gasp of air, trying to breathe, trying to get away from his hammering cock and failing miserably. He just laughed and plowed harder, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. With a lot grunt he came into her mouth, flooding her mouth with his cum. He pricked the underside of her chin with his knife and snarled , “Swallow bitch.” So she did, every drop, terrified of what he’d do if she spilled any.
He picked her up again and tossed her once more on the bed and knelt between her sprawled legs, stroking himself to hardness once more, relishing her tears and sobs. “You don’t think you’re done, do you bitch? I’ve got days worth of fun to wring out of you yet… and then I get to decide if I’m going to kill you or not, what do you think, think you can keep a secret?”
“YES! Please, I promise, I won’t tell a soul, I won’t tell the police, I won’t tell my friends, I won’t tell anyone, please, I promise,” she begged him, struggling to sit up only to be pushed back down onto her back.
“We’ll just have to see, now won’t we? And if I do decide to keep you alive? I’m going to have to check on you regularly to make sure you haven’t told anyone… mmm that could be a lot of fun. Don’t give me a reason to kill you cunt, and I won’t, how about that?”
“Yes, yes, please, I promise, I’ll be good for you, I promise!”
“Oh, I know that, or you’ll just end up hurting. Now, bring your feet close to your ass and part those sweet thighs,” he said as he slapped her inner thigh. She sobbed and complied, spread lewdly before him. “There’s a good girl, not going to make me regret my decision, are you bitch?”
“N-no, I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll be really good.” She kept crying, sniffling, sobbing beneath him.
He slid a condom on over his erection and lined himself up at her entrance. “Good whore,” and plunged inside her surprisingly wet cunt as she bit back a scream. He let out a moan, and hissed, “So wet, so ready, you want this, you can’t deny it… hell, I may even come back for another taste if you’re as good as you promise to be.”
He thrust in and out of her cunt, ramming deeper and harder, fucking her like he didn’t care if she got any pleasure out of it, or any pain. She cried during the whole thing, making soft pained sounds as he hit her cervix over and over again, his cock and hunger relentless.
He latched onto a breast with his lips and ground it between his teeth, pulling and tugging at it until she kicked out and almost screamed. He smiled and gave the other breast the same attention, his fist mauling her other breast with his fist, making her wince and whimper in pain. He laughed as he rammed into her cunt, bending her in half, arms under her knees, lifting her ass off the bed.
She knew what was coming and shook her head, begging no, please, he punched her in her face for trying to deny him his pleasure. He slid out of her cunt and forced his way into her resisting ass hole, one gloved hand over her mouth as she screamed helplessly. He gripped her by the throat and squeezed, moaning, “That’s it bitch, squeeze my cock, take everything I’m giving you, you filthy cunt.”
He squeezed her throat until her face turned red, then started to purple, and came with a grunt inside her, filling the condom with his seed. He pulled out of her and slapped her thigh, ripping the condom off and tying it in a knot, putting it in a bag in his pants pocket. She just curled up on her side and cried hard, her whole body shaking.
“What’s the matter bitch? I didn’t kill you, you’re still alive… and we’re going to have so much fun together over the next few days…”
Pairings: M/F
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: Rape, a little blood, abuse
Disclaimers: None, these are my characters, and this is my story.
Short Summary: A rape fantasy I may expand on later. A man forces his way into a woman's home and has his way with her
Word Count: 2222(As per MS Wordcount)
Disclaimer: This work is entirely fictional, any resemblance to anyone in whole or in part in anyway is entirely coincidental and not intentional on behalf of the author in any way.
She walked home from school, her back pack heavy with books. She searched for her key while thinking of what homework she should do first, college was really much more intensive than she had realized when she signed up for classes to help further her career. It was dark out; the street light over her house had been broken, making it hard to fit the key into the lock. She scowled, wondering who in the city she’d have to call to get the street light fixed.
Finally she felt the key slide home and turned the lock only to feel the kiss of sharp steel against her vulnerable throat. She held perfectly still and closed her eyes, sure her life was about to be taken from her. Instead she heard a gruff voice tell her to walk into the house, the knife never wavering from her throat. She bit back a whimper, but felt tears of fear prick her eyes as she walked into the house.
She heard him click the key out of the lock and close the door behind them, locking it with a click behind them. She felt her back pack being taken from her shoulders and tossed onto the couch and she couldn’t choke back a sob. Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt the knife slip slightly as he dumped her backpack and purse on the couch and felt an immediate welling of blood on her throat.
Suddenly he was pressed up against her back, an arm around her waist, pulling her close and hard against his unyielding body. A rough hand groped her body and she couldn’t deny the erection pressing against her bottom, she let out a sob and started babbling.
“Please don’t do this, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Y-you can go through my purse, take my money, please please please don’t do this.” She started blubbering, trying to stay upright and not collapse out of fear and apprehension. He just grabbed her by the upper arm and whispered sinisterly in her ear to lead him to her bedroom.
With wobbling steps and another knick from the knife, she led him upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom, trying not to cry. He threw her onto the bed and laughed as she bounced. She finally saw him for the first time, and he was wearing a ski mask, jeans and a sweater, with a pair of leather gloves.
She started babbling again. “Please please, I’m begging you, don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Look, I keep two hundred dollars in my room for emergencies, you can just take it and leave, you don’t need to do this, please!”
He laughed softly “Where’s the money bitch?” He said, looking down at her with cold blue eyes.
“I-in my dresser in the Sponge Bob lunch box, it’s mostly small bills. You can take it and go and I swear I won’t say anything.”
He didn’t listen to her; instead he rummaged in her dresser, going through her frilly under things and stockings, before finally finding the tin lunch box. “Whoa bitch, you’ve got more slutty underwear than a catalogue. Who you been slutting it up for? You don’t have a boyfriend.” He quickly pocketed the cash and flipped the knife in his hands, looking down at her.
“How-how do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?” She stammered out, started to shake, her eyes darting to the door to her room. She startled when he let out a laugh.
“Because if you had a boyfriend he wouldn’t leave you alone for over a month. A fine piece of ass like you, he’d be fucking you every chance he got. And after seeing your underwear I can’t see you saying no to him. And don’t you dare try telling me you’re a virgin, I know what a slut you are, I’ve seen the different men coming and going from your house at all hours of the day, never staying more than a couple of hours. Gee, I wonder what that could mean.” He taunted her.
She shivered softly, crawling as far away from him on the bed as she can, “You’ve been watching me?” She whispers, tears in her eyes again.
“Oh yeah bitch. Saw you somewhere, thought you’d make a good fuck and decided to follow you. I know all about you slut. I know you’re in school, that you don’t work, that you have no boyfriend or girlfriend; I know you have the next four days off from school so no one will miss you so I have plenty of time to spend with you. I know you’re not going to leave this room through that door for a few days so stop eyeing it.” He slapped her harshly across the face, sending her reeling on the bed until she landed on her back, sprawled over the bed.
He grunted in approval when she didn’t try to get up, curling up and crying instead. “That’s it bitch, cry, it just makes all this that much sweeter.” He took off his shirt and revealed a hairy, muscular chest and flicked his belt buckle open. She shrieked and made a mad dash for the door, but he grabbed her by her trailing hair and slammed her against the wall, the knife once more at her throat. “You’re not going anywhere bitch, you’re mine for the next few days and I’m going to have some proper use of you. Now just stay STILL.” He spun her around and back handed her across the face before tossing her once more on the bed.
She lay there, crying, blood trickling from the side of her mouth. She licked at it and winced, sprawled on the bed. “You have your money, you can just go now, you don’t need me, you can pay for a hooker or something, just please leave me alone, please!”
“But I have paid for a hooker, two hundred dollars worth for a few days of pleasure.” He took off the rest of his clothes and stroked a raging erection, twirling his thumb along the head. She sat on the bed and sobbed as he crawled over to her. “Now hold still,” he said softly, and began cutting her clothes away from her body, the fabric parting like water from his blade. She cried harder, shaking her head from side to side, trying to deny this was happening.
His gloved hands were rough as he examined her body, tracing the tramp stamp on the small of her back, the other tattoos across her flesh. He leaned down and licked at the ink, curious if it would feel different under his tongue and seemed almost disappointed that it just tasted and felt like skin. She squealed and kicked out as he licked her, but he pressed the knife once more to her throat and she stilled, shuddering now and again.
Finally she was naked and he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his pile of clothes, swiftly tying her wrists to her opposite elbows in the small of her back, making sure she was nice and secure before flipping her easily over once more. He knelt between her knees and spread her legs lewdly apart, and laughed. “You can’t say you’re a sweet innocent flower with a piercing in your cunt. You are such a slut, you little whore.”
She cried louder, tears making tracks in her mascara down her cheeks. He roughly slid a gloved finger into her cunt and laughed when it came away wet. “You want this, you whore. I bet just getting naked gets you in the mood, you little slut. You are such a bitch in heat.”
He looked down at her and pressed the knife to her throat and whispered in her ear, “Make one unhappy sound, one scream, anything to alert the neighbors and you’re dead, got it bitch?” She whimpers and nods in response, which just makes him back hand her again. “I said GOT IT bitch?”
“Y-yes! Yes, I got it, I won’t scream, I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please.”
“You like saying please, don’t you bitch? You like begging. I bet you’d love to be on your knees right now sucking me off. Come on, slide off the bed, get on your knees.” He moved and slapped her thigh to get her moving faster. She practically fell off the bed in her hurry to obey, feeling the blood from the nicks on her neck stream and collect between her breasts.
She opened her mouth again to beg, but wasn’t given a chance as he rammed his cock down her throat. She gagged and retched, trying to pull off, but he was relentless. He grabbed her hair and just face fucked her, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, “Even think about biting and I’ll break all your teeth out of your face bitch.”
She was having problems breathing around his cock and through her sobbing, her nose full of snot. She pushed against his thighs as he sat on the bed, trying to get a gasp of air, trying to breathe, trying to get away from his hammering cock and failing miserably. He just laughed and plowed harder, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. With a lot grunt he came into her mouth, flooding her mouth with his cum. He pricked the underside of her chin with his knife and snarled , “Swallow bitch.” So she did, every drop, terrified of what he’d do if she spilled any.
He picked her up again and tossed her once more on the bed and knelt between her sprawled legs, stroking himself to hardness once more, relishing her tears and sobs. “You don’t think you’re done, do you bitch? I’ve got days worth of fun to wring out of you yet… and then I get to decide if I’m going to kill you or not, what do you think, think you can keep a secret?”
“YES! Please, I promise, I won’t tell a soul, I won’t tell the police, I won’t tell my friends, I won’t tell anyone, please, I promise,” she begged him, struggling to sit up only to be pushed back down onto her back.
“We’ll just have to see, now won’t we? And if I do decide to keep you alive? I’m going to have to check on you regularly to make sure you haven’t told anyone… mmm that could be a lot of fun. Don’t give me a reason to kill you cunt, and I won’t, how about that?”
“Yes, yes, please, I promise, I’ll be good for you, I promise!”
“Oh, I know that, or you’ll just end up hurting. Now, bring your feet close to your ass and part those sweet thighs,” he said as he slapped her inner thigh. She sobbed and complied, spread lewdly before him. “There’s a good girl, not going to make me regret my decision, are you bitch?”
“N-no, I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll be really good.” She kept crying, sniffling, sobbing beneath him.
He slid a condom on over his erection and lined himself up at her entrance. “Good whore,” and plunged inside her surprisingly wet cunt as she bit back a scream. He let out a moan, and hissed, “So wet, so ready, you want this, you can’t deny it… hell, I may even come back for another taste if you’re as good as you promise to be.”
He thrust in and out of her cunt, ramming deeper and harder, fucking her like he didn’t care if she got any pleasure out of it, or any pain. She cried during the whole thing, making soft pained sounds as he hit her cervix over and over again, his cock and hunger relentless.
He latched onto a breast with his lips and ground it between his teeth, pulling and tugging at it until she kicked out and almost screamed. He smiled and gave the other breast the same attention, his fist mauling her other breast with his fist, making her wince and whimper in pain. He laughed as he rammed into her cunt, bending her in half, arms under her knees, lifting her ass off the bed.
She knew what was coming and shook her head, begging no, please, he punched her in her face for trying to deny him his pleasure. He slid out of her cunt and forced his way into her resisting ass hole, one gloved hand over her mouth as she screamed helplessly. He gripped her by the throat and squeezed, moaning, “That’s it bitch, squeeze my cock, take everything I’m giving you, you filthy cunt.”
He squeezed her throat until her face turned red, then started to purple, and came with a grunt inside her, filling the condom with his seed. He pulled out of her and slapped her thigh, ripping the condom off and tying it in a knot, putting it in a bag in his pants pocket. She just curled up on her side and cried hard, her whole body shaking.
“What’s the matter bitch? I didn’t kill you, you’re still alive… and we’re going to have so much fun together over the next few days…”