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***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are all the time starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I hadn’t raped her yet, but she knew by now that I could. Maybe even would. She really should have wondered about that before she lied and cheated. I know she feels guilty and would do most things to prevent her life from being blown to smithereens. So I discover enjoyment in that. Toying with her, scaring her, controlling her, are just a few of life’s joys. Let me begin from the beginning.

A few months back, she was out drinking. Drinking is all the time what brings out her slutty side. I know this because even though we haven’t met in person, we have been internet friends for a long time. So I tell her to slow down, that she’s already getting a little flirty and crazy via text, I wouldn’t want her to make a mistake. She’s married. The last thing she needs to do is cheat on him.

This fact didn’t stop her though from continuing to drink anyway. She posted provocative photos on her stories. I’ve all the time been attracted to her, but tried to respect her marriage and just be a friend. I think she all the time knew I liked her though. I think a part of her enjoyed toying with me. Fucking with my head. She would talk to me about her fantasies and her sex life. Send me cute photos and asking me what I think. Taking benefit of the fact that I wouldn’t cross that line because she was married.

That was until she start sending me nudes, unsolicited might I add. In her drunken state, she had gone and done the exact thing I was worried about. I originally planned on deleting them and moving on. Pretending that I didn’t see anything and just moving forward. But then I remembered her detailing her fantasies, arousing and teasing me, just to friend zone me. So instead I saved them.

The next morning she texted me “wow wild night eh?”

Me: “No kidding. You sent me naked pictures of yourself.”

Her: “Oh um I was kind of hoping you would delete them and we would pretend nothing happened. I was drunk, I always do dumb things when I’m drinking.”

Me: “So you sent those pictures to more than just me?”

Her: “what? No, of course not.”

Me: “Then it wasn’t just cause you were drunk or you would have “mistakingly” sent them to me. Except that you didn’t just do it mistakingly. Alcohol gave you the courage to believe that you could tease me and then just do as you say the next day when you’re sober. I think I will just send screenshots to your husband.”

Her: “Please don’t do that”
Her: “Hello?”
Her: “Please, I’m begging you, don’t ruin my life. He can’t know.”

Me: “Turn on your location.”

Her: “You know I can’t do that. We are online friends, you would know where I live. Where I work. I can’t risk that.”

Me: “Fine by me, I’ll just send these to your husband and you can deal with that instead.”

Her: “Seriously fucking stop, this is my life. I drank too much. I made a mistake. That’s it. Just stop playing games and delete them.”

Me: “hahahaha”

Her: “What’s so fucking funny?”

Me: “You really think you have any control here. You don’t.” Just to send my point home, I sent her the pictures she had sent.

Her: “Please, you’re scaring me. Why are you being like this?”

Me: “Being like what? You have been teasing and taking advantage of my friendship and kindness for years. I’m always just here for you and listening to your sex stories and fantasies and every other thing you think is appropriate to share. Now you cross the line even more and send me naked pictures but don’t send them to anyone else. It’s because you think you can tease me and there be no consequences to your real life.”

Her: “Okay I’m sorry, I won’t talk to you about those things anymore and I will never send another picture. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done all that.”

Me: “I know I’m right. So it’s your choice. Send me your location so I can track you (and not just your current location, I want it left on) or start planning your speech for your husband.”

Her: “You’re being serious, please don’t do this.”

Me: “Very serious. Don’t pretend like you aren’t enjoying this. It’s me you told your fantasies to, remember?”

Her: LOCATION, CLICK HERE TO FIND IPHONE

Me: “I think that was a good decision.”

Her: “What now? Are you going to hurt me? Kidnap me? Human trafficking?”

Me: “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Her: “These messages will lead back to you if you kill me or try to move me into human trafficking so don’t be stupid.”

Me: “First of all, you don’t speak to me like that. Call me stupid again and see what happens to you. Second, you’re right. You’ve got me there but while I may not be able to kidnap you or human traffic you, not that those were the plan, I am not lacking in ideas. I’m going to rape you. Make you beg me for more, humiliate you. And sure, you can go to the cops right now with this message but then your husband finds out. So you can be a good slut and do as I say, accepting the punishment you so deserve or your husband can find out and you’ll be punished in a way I’m sure you’ll enjoy much less.”

Her: “Fine.”
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So now you’re caught up. Basically I have been tormenting her for the last few months, letting her lay in wait. Sleepless nights, all the time looking over her shoulder, and the fear to be alone had taken over her life. Nothing excites me more than having this effect on her. I have visited her location a few times, not doing anything but taking pictures of her and sending them to her. Only to watch her eyes enlarge and the frantic spinning in circles trying to see where I am now. Eventually I’ll force a house and car key out of her. I plan on keeping this game going for a very long time. I have been following her blog for years now, long before we ever spoke. She’s a freak for punishment, basically solicits her own rape. Speaking to her has only made me more fascinated, I knew from the second we spoke that she would eventually be my new possession.

Her: “I won’t have service for a couple of hours Tuesday morning. Just so you know.”

Me: “Good girl for telling me. I would have hated to get you in trouble by not knowing. Why will you have no service?”

Her: “I’ll be on a plane to go see my family.”

Me: “Are you traveling alone?”

Her: “Yes.”

Me: “Okay, I want to know when you land.”

Her: “Okay.”
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Her: “I’ve landed.“

Me: “Good. Where are you staying?”

Her: “My sisters house and then a casino hotel on Friday or Saturday.”

Me: “When you know the hotel and date, text it to me.”

Her: “Sure, you have my location though. Why do you need that information?”

Me: “Maybe I’m sending gifts.”

Her: “Gifts, eh?”

I didn’t respond, later getting a message with the hotel information and date. This trip felt like the perfect chance to make it real. The anticipation had built, so I booked a flight and a rental van. I hadn’t decided how I would go about getting her alone but I would definitely be doing so this time.
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The night was finally here, she was at the hotel. Life360 location services were amazing these days so I was able to pinpoint where in the building she was. Noticing she was in the casino area, I took the opportunity to go down and watch her. Her red hair was curled & the dress she wore hugged her body tightly. The curvature of her ass was almost disproportionate to the rest of her body, though perky and round none the less. I wanted to bite it. Leave a branding. Her nipples protruded through the dresses fabric, hard and alert. The industrial air conditioners blowing through the casino were designed to support 24 hour days of circulating air. She was likely cooler than most considering her outfit choice. She was standing next to her sister, who was holding hands with who I can only assume was her boyfriend. All three of them laughing at something the machine was doing. I took a picture of her from upstairs and walked away as I sent it. I didn’t need to know what her face looked like to know that she would surely be freaking out.

Her: “Oh my god, you’re actually here. I’m with my family, please just leave me alone tonight.”

Me: “I think you know what my answer to that will be.”

Her: “I don’t even have my own room, I’m sharing with my sister and her boyfriend. You’ll get me caught.”

Me: “I guess you’re going to have to work extra hard to be careful.”

Her: “Ugh. I hate you.”
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I laughed as I read this, knowing that as much as she may hate me, she was walking to the bathroom for a reason. I imagine she’s uncontrollably wet, hating that she’s enjoying the fear I’ve just put in her. I decided to make it fun. Noticing they went to the bar, I walked up to the bar as well. I smiled at her and her sister and her boyfriend, saying “Hello.” She looked up at me, her scared eyes screaming at me to stop and failing to respond. “Hi there” her sister filled the silence. “Are you all having a good night?” I asked. They all nodded there head yes, “yeah, it’s been a lot of fun” the boyfriend now said. She still stood there, frozen but finally speaking. “Yeah, uh it’s been fun. Thanks for asking, but we are celebrating my dads birthday so we have to go find them.” I smiled, giving her a look before saying “well tell him I said happy birthday. You guys have a good night.” Thanking me and wishing me the same, they walked away.

Me: “How cute, running away. I’ll see you later.”

Her: “You’re going to get me in trouble, please I’m begging you to stop.”

Me: “I do enjoy you begging, but save that for later.”

Her: “?”
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I decided to spend a little time gambling myself, enjoying my night. Every so often walking past her and her family. Reminding her that I’m there. I could tell she was stressed the whole evening, but I loved having that power to change her emotions. Heighten them. I could read her facial expressions like a book, making it even more enjoyable. Her distress made me rock hard. I wanted to capitalize on it.

Me: “Stay up until your family goes to bed and then walk to the gas station two blocks from the hotel.”

Her: “Okay.”

She had stopped fighting me on requests, knowing the conversation would all the time end with the same threats. Around 11pm, I got a text “going to the gas station.” I knew it was my chance so I got in my rental van and went to a part of the street that I had staked out earlier that day. She would have to pass it in order to be able to get to the gas station. I parked the van with the side door open and facing the sidewalk. Turning off all the lights and waited. Soon enough, she warily walked past the van. I stepped out of the van quickly covering her mouth and pulling her in. I quickly bound her hands together in front of her and gagged her, leaving her to lay on the floor as I drove away.

I had found a secluded spot where I could have as much fun with her as I wanted. I parked the van and turned around, seeing her struggle on the floor. The struggling had caused her dress to slip up, causing her ass cheeks and panties to show. I got in the back with her, picking her up and dragging her into my lap. I slid my hand under the fabric of her dress, sliding it up her back so I could pull down her underwear. I peeled the panties down her legs, listening to her whimpering in my lap as they fell to the floor. I took my time, groping her and touching her. Playing with every piece of her body, softly running my hand along her weeping face, moving pieces of hair out of the way with the other hand. I wanted to relish this, burn the memory of her scared and submissive face into my mind.

I rolled her over, pulling the dress the rest of the way up and revealing her small but perky tits. I spent time pinching and pulling at her nipples, her spasms and twitching only encouraging me more. She couldn’t speak but her expressive eyes said everything worth saying. I ran my finger down her neck and chest, then to her stomach, not failing to notice her heavy panting. I continued down to wear you panty line would have sat if she had been wearing any. Her trailed pubic hair an arrow to her plump & soft pussy lips. I gripped them both, squeezing them together and then spreading them open.

Her wetness made it apparent that her tears were no gauge for her level of enjoyment. She may have been tied and bound, unable to protest or control the situation but her body seemed to be begging for the treatment I was providing. I slowly slid two fingers inside of her, staring directly into her eyes as I did. She could tell now that she was likely much more aroused than expected. I pulled my fingers out and moved her off my lap, opening the car door. I grabbed her and dragged her out of the car and put her on the dirt.

“Get in your knees” I told her. She did as she was told, looking up at me when she was done. She looked adorable with her mouth wrapped in tape and her big doe eyes peering out above it. I took a picture of her and then removed the tape. She remained silent, seeming angry. “You’re such a slut, you realize that right?” She refused to look at me now. “FUCK YOU” she expressed angrily. I lifted her chin, “fuck me? No, fuck you. You lie, cheat, and tease. I’ve kidnapped you and have you out in the middle of no where, you’re aroused. If that isn’t a slut, I don’t know what is.” I waited a few moments for a response, realizing early on that she would continued to ignore me. “Say it to me. Look at me and say I’m a slut.” She looked at me, glaring. I slapped her face, her tied hands reaching up to hold her cheek. “I said say it.” She looked back up me “I’m a slut.” I smiled, “good girl. Now bend over and rest your forearms on the ground, ass in the air.” She bent forward, doing her best to position herself on her own while tied.

I walked behind her and grabbed her hair, pulling it back and forcing her back to arch even more. I pressed my cock into her asshole, it tight and unrelaxed forcing me to push harder. Finally I was in and her asshole wrapped around the head of my cock. She screamed out “that hurts, that hurts, ahhhhh.” I was in pure euphoria, “yes scream. No one out here can hear you. I love to hear you scream and beg.” Only the top of my cock was in her, I left it there for a second “say you’re s slut” she a let out a breathy whimper, trying to speak through the pain. “I’m a slut” she she said and I pushed my dick all the way in as she screamed out. I stayed all the way in her ass “beg me to fuck your ass” I said. She just continued to whimper, so I pulled up on her hair hard getting her attention. “Beg me. Tell me how much of a tease you are. Tell me how much you want my dick in your ass. Say I own you.” She sniffled and start to try to repeat what was expected of her. This is one of my favorite parts. Everyone expects it to be porno level of dirty talk but she’s embarrassed and humiliated. She doesn’t want to say these things so her words are short and to the point, quieter than the rest of her remarks or screams. “Please, fuck me in my ass” she said. “Whose ass?” I asked her “yours, your ass” she responded. “Keep going” I commanded. “Umm I’m a slut, I deserve this.” The events happening to her body and mind caused her words to be jumbled and stunted. Listening to her call herself a slut, mixed with her tight and now bleeding asshole was too much stimulation for me. I dumped my load deep in her ass. She collapsed to the ground, now laying on her side in the dirt. I left her there while I got dressed.

I untied her and ordered her to get back in the van and sit in the passenger seat. She stood up, still filled with my cum, and tan to the car. I start to drive back towards the hotel. We sat in silence the majority of the ride. Part of me wanted to keep her. Create a bunker where I could hold her, make her inaccessible to other people. But I didn’t have that option right now. We pulled up to the place where I kidnapped her so she could return to the hotel.

She didn’t get out though. Instead she said “you finally raped me, so this is done now right? You got what you wanted, I’ve paid for my mistakes. So you’re going to drop me off here and never bother me again.” While I could see the pain in her eyes, I could also see the excitement. I know she wanted this, she just needed to be told she wanted this. “No, I don’t think I can do that.” I told her plainly. “What do you mean you can’t do that?” She asked. “Well more so, I won’t do that. I know you better than you think. I know you want this and you can continue being a brat about it all you want but this is your new life now. I quite like you, and when I like things, I keep them. Now go back to the hotel, text me when you’re inside & await further requests.” She just stared at me. No longer seeming to look as angry, instead she got out without saying a word and start to make her way back. Cum dripping down her leg, her dress wrinkled and messed up. I was already excited for next time.

NSFW: yes

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