A violent rape can make the prissiest bitch beg.
Violent rape isn’t really one of the go-to ways of making a little slut do what you want.. but it’s secretly one of my favorite fantasies. I like to act up and be a little bitch, string guys along and toy with them, burn through them like candy. And teasing is my favorite game, it’s the thing I know how to do best! Unfortunately for me.. while I like playing with guys’ heads and making them go crazy on the edge, some guys like finding little bitches like me and making me pay for it. I met a guy like that on Monday night – and wow, I’d never admit it, but I wish I’d gotten his number. It was this tall, dark-haired guy at one of the local bars. I was there with some of my friends, acting up a little too much, showing off my skin-tight black dress and making sure he could see the bedroom eyes I was sending across the room. But instead of giving it up to him or making the first move, when he finally caved in and walked by, I put him on ice. Baited him in and rejected him all night, just for a little thrill. And boy did I regret it.
It wasn’t until when we were leaving that I realized my mistake. I’d gone out to have fun, so of course I drank a little too much and wasn’t going to drive back home. I didn’t feel that intoxicated, but I love my car too much to risk the accidents, tickets, and everything else that would come with it. So I stood around waiting for an Uber, which would take a good 30 minutes at the busiest taxi time of the night. That’s when the guy came back around to finally get a word in.. I don’t know his name, so we’ll call him Brian. He came right up next to me like he was going to introduce himself, but instead he went right in for the kiss – and it was rough. He bit my lip and everything, pushing me against the wall to hide my initial protest. I didn’t want him to kiss me, but I didn’t mind it.. What I did mind was what he did after.
He grabbed me by the wrist and just yanked me off. It didn’t seem suspicious to anyone else, and I didn’t really make a scene about it, since I thought he was cute. But when he pushed me up against the wall behind the bar, I knew I was in deep shit. I started kicking, fighting, trying to push him off. I have pretty long nails, so I used those as much as I could too.. but he stuffed a bandana in my mouth and pushed it in so hard it made me gag. And within seconds, my skirt was up over my ass, my thong pushed to the side, and his thick cock invading every inch of me, pounding harder and harder. It was a violent rape just like my fantasies, and the worst part is it made me wet because of it! He gave a little laugh when he realized it too, I couldn’t tell him I didn’t want it, I couldn’t fight him off, and I sure as hell couldn’t turn him down now. I was his toy to fuck and abuse. I panicked somewhere in the middle when I realized I could feel that he wasn’t wearing a condom, and it was too late to fight it. He came in me and just kept going like it didn’t even stop him, the second he started slowing down to squirt inside me, he picked the pace back up and kept going. I think he came twice in that time, and trust me..he didn’t let up for a second, not until my phone buzzed that the taxi driver was here – a good 45 minutes later – and he let me go with a cruel “Good night, slut.”
