Rape Fantasy Sex Games: You challenged me to a little “game.” What happens next?
Rape fantasy sex games have always intrigued me. After all, what could be more fun than consensual non-consent? In other words, I love the idea of being taken against my will by someone I (mostly) trust. Notice that I said, “mostly?”
Anyway, this one was written by someone with whom many of you are already familiar. That’s right, this is one of our favorite sex games that my BBC fuckbuddy Jayden loves to play with me. Ready? Back to Jayden …
Rape Fantasy Sex Games: Jayden’s Story
Taking one last drag from my cigarette, I shiver a bit in the cold night air. This new outfit isn’t really keeping me warm, but the clothes are more for image than actual protection. Admittedly, I like the dark trench coat and gloves. After all, they make me look even more physically imposing (and potentially dangerous?) than I already am.
Pulling up my dark navy blue sleeve to glance at my watch, I see that Angel’s late. She let me know what time she finishes at the psychology department lab so that I wouldn’t have to wait long before “abducting” her. Although she’s only 5 minutes late, my mood lowers into annoyance. We planned everything out to a precise schedule, yet she can’t manage to be on time? However, at least I’ll have no trouble pretending to be furious.
The whole idea began last month. After many hours of flirting and sharing fantasies back and forth via texts and phone calls, our conversations shifted to potential rape fantasy sex games. Angel admitted that although she’s had this little rape fantasy roleplay idea for a long time, her current selection of college boys just wasn’t up to the challenge.
Just thinking about everything Angel wants me to do to her is enough to make my cock hard and my heart race.
I’ve been traveling a lot for work and we haven’t seen each other in months, so that’s just added to my craving for her. As a result, I agreed to fly into Phoenix, rent a hotel room near campus, and “abduct” her.
Feeling a little foolish, here I stand in an all-black outfit purchased just for this occasion. Tucked deep into my pockets are a ski mask, duct tape, handcuffs, and a blindfold.
Lurking around the corner of the building, I’m waiting for her to emerge so I can grab her and drag her through an alley to my hotel room down the street. If this we hadn’t pre-planned this, I’d think I was going insane.
Finally, she slips out a back door, then casually heads toward a parking lot. Although she’s wearing a maroon ASU hoodie and faded jeans, the clothing can’t conceal her pert tits and perfect ass. Of course, I get hard immediately, but I ignore that for now. Slipping on my mask, I sprint to intercept her.
I grab her from behind before she can take more than a dozen steps. Quickly restraining her wrists behind with the cuffs and slapping a strip of duct tape across her pretty mouth, I growl in her ear:
“Don’t fucking move, bitch! Cooperate and I -probably- won’t hurt you. Much.”
Before she can even attempt to glance around, I’ve slipped the blindfold over her eyes. Never one to be overpowered easily, Angel squirms in my grasp. Nevertheless, it’s easy to subdue her with my formidable height and muscled strength.
As I half-carry, half-drag her down the dark alley and across the private hotel patio to my room, her muffled screams sound almost desperate. Sliding the door open with my hip and pulling her inside, she’s now fighting me for all she’s worth.
Rapidly releasing her, I roughly pull her arms to the front and over her headboard, handcuffing her wrists to the brass bars of the headboard. Grabbing the pair of ankle cuffs waiting in my pocket, I secure her legs as well.
Yanking off the blindfold, I step back to grin at her. “You’re a feisty little whore, aren’t you? Be a good little cunt and do as I say, maybe you won’t get hurt.” The hate in her eyes is answer enough. I start to remove my ski mask, resisting the urge to laugh.