Force Me
Copyright© 2011 by Canary
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Why, oh why, do I have this desire to be humiliated and degraded. I guess it haunts back to my childhood.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic Reluctant Rape Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Rough Interracial Caution
He looked at the posted letter on the erotic web site. He felt his cock rise as he read it over and over again.
26 y.o. woman seeks rapist. I am 5'4", 36b-25-35, 110 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes. I am looking for a strong man to use and abuse me. I will fight you with all my might as you rip the clothes from my body and take me like the slut that I am. If you think you are strong enough to overcome me, e-mail me at forceme@yahoot.com.
He had always wanted to rape every woman he had met. Only the fear of being caught kept his passions in check. But here was a woman who was actually ASKING to be raped.
"Ah, shit," he mumbled aloud. "It probably isn't even a real woman. Its probably some fag fooling around." Still...
He opened his e-mail and entered the e-mail address. There was one way to find out for sure.
Hello, Slut, he wrote. My name is Eric the terrible. I am 5'9", 155lbs.and I am more than man enough to take you with no mercy whatsoever. Personally, I think you're full of shit, but if you aren't and really have the guts to go through with it, call me at (816) 546-1829.
He pressed send and went to bed. That was probably a wasted effort, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
I read the e-mail. Now what? When I had posted the notice, I didn't really think anyone would respond. Before I would want to do anything, I had to learn a little more about the guy. After all, what I wanted was to be forced and raped – not killed. Well, I had his telephone number, it was a place to start.
I went on anywho.com and used the reverse directory to get his name and address and paid the extra money to see if he had a criminal record. He didn't. I continued to search and by the time I was through, I knew where he worked, where he had went to school, his social security number, and martial status.
He was divorced so I called his ex-wife. I told her that I had met him at work and he had asked me out. He seemed a little rough to me and I was wondering if she could tell me something about him before I accepted. She told me that they had parted as friends and that basically he was a nice, decent man. He needed someone who would be devoted to him, but unfortunately, she wasn't the one. She even admitted that she was the one who had strayed and had met the man of her dreams. When that happened she hadn't even thought twice about divorcing him.
It was late Friday night when I hung up the telephone. I sat down in my easy chair and thought about it. Did I really have the guts to go through with it? I had fanaticized about it for a long time. I wanted a man's man who saw something he wanted and just took it. But now that the possibility was at hand, I wasn't sure.
I flipped on the television to a mindless mystery, but my mind wasn't really on the show. Eventually, I fell asleep in my easy chair without even turning off the TV.
When I awoke Saturday morning, my mind was made up. I went upstairs and took a long hot shower. Finished, I threw on a summer robe and went back downstairs. I sat down in my easy chair and picked up the phone. My fingers were trembling as I dialed the number.
"Hello," he had a very deep voice.
"Hi," I said. I knew my voice was shaky. But I was also excited. I could feel the juices flowing between my legs. "Is this Eric the terrible?"
There was a long silence at the other end of the line. Finally, he replied, "Who wants to know?"
"My name is Sue Adamson," I answered, "and I believe you sent me an e-mail in response to my posting on rough.com."
"Oh, so it's you, slut. I didn't think you'd have the guts to call me."
I was beginning to get a little irritated. "Well, I did, so what are you going to do about it?"
"Maybe a lot," he snarled. "Maybe nothing. Send me a picture and then call me back and I'll let you know." He hung up.
I was a little put off. Who the hell did he think he was hanging up on me like that? And what the hell did he care what I looked like? He was going to get his rocks off anyway, wasn't he? Then it dawned on me that he was being exactly what I had asked for – dominating.
Obediently, I went to my computer to send the picture. I debated for a long time about which picture to send him. I finally sent him two. In one I was nude, but the lighting was such that you couldn't really see much and the other was me standing on the beach in my bikini.
I waited an hour to be sure he had time to get the pictures. While I waited, I began to think about what I was about to do. I was scared ... I mean really scared, but I was excited at the same time. My hand slid to the wetness between my legs. I came almost immediately and it was one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced. I looked at the clock. Had it really only been fifteen minutes? I started again. It took a little longer this time, but WOW. God was I ever excited.
Finally, the big hand on the clock indicated it was time. I picked up the phone and pressed redial. I let it ring five times. I was just about ready to think that he had decided he wasn't interested when he picked up the phone.
"Hello"
I was shaking all over. "Did ... did you like the pictures?" My voice was trembling.
"You'll do," he said harshly. "Meet me at Mike's restaurant at 11:00. Sit in the booth in the north west corner and wait for me. Don't be late. Oh, and bring an extra set of clothes in a brown paper bag." He hung up.
It was only 9:00. That gave me two hours to get ready. I took another quick shower, douched, and walked to the bedroom to get dressed. For some reason, now that the moment was almost at hand, I was extremely calm. I chose a plain black skirt with a wide belt and a thin pink blouse that would allow my bra to show through. I sat down at the vanity, fixed my hair and applied my makeup.
I picked up a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved blouse. I suspected that I might have some bruises on my arms when I returned. The blouse would hide that. I went downstairs to the kitchen and put the clothes in a brown "Piggly Wiggly" bag.
It was 10:30. After I locked the door, the calmness that I had felt left me. My legs were suddenly so shaky and weak that I wasn't sure that I could even make it to the car.
I arrived in front of Mike's Restaurant at ten minutes to eleven. I sat there for a couple of minutes, steeling myself. I almost chickened out, even reinserting the key in the ignition to leave. (Later, I would wish that I had.)
I walked into the restaurant around five minutes early and took the booth that he had described. When the waitress came to the table I told her that I was waiting for someone and just to bring me a cup of coffee.
I had finished the coffee and was just about to decide he wasn't coming when a man walked through the door. He was tall (About 5'9" to my 5'4"). He had coal black hair that was neatly styled and a well trimmed short black beard. He looked like every bit the business man that I knew he was. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Sticking out of the shirt pocket was a sheet of paper.
He walked directly to my booth and sat down opposite me. "Hello slut," he said softly. He smiled and he didn't look the least bit scary. (I would learn later that that was deceptive.)
"Hello," I replied shakily.
He pulled the sheet of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to me. "Read it and sign it or don't," he growled.
I opened the paper and started to read,
"I, Susan Adamson, do hereby agree that I will permit Eric Benson to use, abuse and rape me as he sees fit between now and 5:00 p.m. on Sunday. I further agree that I will take no legal action for the abuse perpetrated upon me by the said Eric Benson.
In return he agrees that he will do nothing to permanently damage me physically and may only disfigure me slightly with no such disfigurement being higher than the arm pits. Such disfigurement must be such that it will fade to be barely noticeable over a period of less than one year.
I freely enter into this agreement with no outside force whatsoever.
Susan Adamson
"
Date
The document scared me. I was agreeing basically to let this man do whatever he wanted, hurt me with no thought whatsoever for my feelings. On the other hand, I knew that if I didn't sign it he would leave and that would be the end of it. I had to know more.
"This disfigurement, what do you intend to do that you needed to include that in the document?"
"I will give you one little hint. Among other things, I intend to pierce your nipples. Anything else, I leave to your imagination. Now, no more questions. Either sign it or don't."
My hands were shaking and my heart felt like it was in my throat. Nevertheless, I picked up the pen he had laid on the table and signed the document.
"Come with me and bring your bag," he said.
I followed him like a meek little puppy as he led me to his car. He opened the door and held it for me. As I got in, the short skirt I was wearing rode up exposing a lot of my thighs. I saw him staring and I could feel myself getting red with embarrassment. He grinned and shut the door. I thought to myself how silly it was that I should be embarrassed since he was going to see all of me in just a short while.
He got into the car and drove out of the city and into the country side on highway sixteen. A few miles down the road he turned into a long driveway that led up to a farmhouse. This surprise me since I knew that he lived in a condo in the city.
"Is this where you live?" I asked timidly.
"Not actually. My grandparents died and left me this place a few months ago. I expect that you'll probably be screaming and making a lot of noise so I figured that this was a better place to give you your fantasy."
He pulled up into the front yard. "Come along," he said getting out of the car never offering to open my door for me. I followed along behind him carrying my bag. I had a sick feeling in my stomach like I was being led to my doom.
He unlocked the door and held it open for me to step inside. I walked into the darkened room a little ways. He closed the door and I heard the click as he locked it. Now we were in total darkness. I turned back the way we had came.
Suddenly, I felt a fist drive hard into my stomach. I let out an "OOF" as I bent over with the pain. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor. I managed to take most of the weight on my forearms, but my nose hit the floor hard enough that I could feel blood flowing from it.
I felt the full weight of his body land on top of me. "You little cunt," he snarled. "Now your really going to get it." He turned me over and I could feel him tearing at my blouse. It shattered in his hands.
I was paralyzed with fear. "No, please don't," I begged. "I've changed my mind. I don't want this."
"Tough shit bitch," he barked. "You don't have a say in the matter."
Suddenly he was gone. I heard a click and the lights came on. He was standing over me and it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. His whole face was a mask of lust and hatred. I was no longer a woman he had made a deal with, but a victim that he was going to make pay for all that his wife had put him through. I realized then that I was in real trouble.
I rolled back and tried to kick him in the nuts, but he turned his body and I just got him on the outside of the thigh. It must have hurt because I saw him flinch. I started kicking with both feet as hard and fast as I could. He quickly jumped out of range. I got to my feet.
Standing there with the tattered remnants of my blouse hanging around my shoulders and my bra skewed around so that one of my tits was showing. I wondered what to do next. I had had some self-defense training, but my mind was a jumble. I couldn't think.
He circled me like a giant bear stalking his prey. He jumped and tackled me around the waist. I tried to hit him as he came in but it was like hitting against a brick wall. I went down hard, the wind knocked out of me.
Now he was straddling my waist with his knees leaning against my hands holding them to the floor. I struggled helplessly as he pulled at my bra trying desperately to pull it from my body. Finally, I felt the hooks in the back give way and it came loosely away from my chest. He grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could. He twisted. It felt like he was going to tear them right off of me. I screamed and screamed.
He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled the bra straps down from my shoulders and used my own bra to tie my hands behind me. He slid down to my calves and reached for the zipper on the back of my skirt and yanked it down. He gripped it with both hands and pulled until the button at the top popped and then the material split right down the middle. He threw it to one side and I was naked before him except for my panties and socks.
I sensed rather than saw him as he removed his shirt. He jumped up, pushed my legs apart and kicked me hard right on my pussy. I screamed and doubled up in pain, writhing on the floor. By the time I had managed to calm down a little and straighten up, he had removed his pants and underwear. I looked up at him and my eyes widened in terror. His already erect cock was at least nine inches long and probably three inches around. I wasn't very big or deep down there. This thing would never, ever fit.
He fell on top of me again and made short work of ripping my panties to shreds. My last line of defense was gone. I was naked before him.
He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and centered himself against me. My fear and terror had kept me dry. There would be no lubrication to ease the way.
He pushed a little and I felt his cock head begin to spread me open.
"OH, GOD ... PLEASE ... DON'T ... IT WILL NEVER FIT."
He lunged forward and buried himself inside me to the hilt.
AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE. AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE.
YEEEOOOOOOW. SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE. HHHEEEEELLLLP!
He didn't even give me time to try to adjust to his huge size. He immediately began pumping in and out of me as fast as his hips would move.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOOOP. PLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEE TAKE IT OUT OF ME. I CAN'T STAND IT. AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE. YOUR RIPPING ME APART.
Because of my dryness it was like somebody was ramming a huge roll of sandpaper in and out of me. I felt myself begin to lubricate a little in self-defense.
All the time he was raping me he continued to yell. My screams turned to whimpers as my body shut down against the pain and I could make out what he was saying. I had been screaming too loud before to hear.
"TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR CUNT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WHORE. A PIECE OF MEAT FIT ONLY TO BRING PLEASURE TO MEN. OH GOD ... OH YESSS ... I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR SLUTTY CUNT."
He stiffened and I felt his cock twitching inside me. I knew he was pouring his scum inside me. All I could think was, "Its over. Thank God its over."
I couldn't have been more wrong.
He stood up and looked down at the helpless woman before him. She was a mess. There was blood running from her nose. Tears were running down her face. Her breasts were red and bruised. He could see dark bruises forming around each of them in the perfect shape of his hand where he had gripped them trying to make her hurt as much as possible. Her pussy looked red and sore. His cum was leaking out between the bruised lips.
God, he had actually done it. He had actually raped a woman with no regard whatsoever for her feelings. It had felt so good forcing himself into her unwilling body. It didn't matter that she had asked him to do it. He was sure that she probably regretted that now. The best part was that she was his to use for another whole day.
He reached down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He looked deeply into her terror filled eyes. "You're mine now," he snarled. "By the time you get out of here ... IF you get out of here ... you're going to be nothing but one mass of worthless pain. You're nothing but a whore and a useless piece of shit."
"Go to hell, motherfucker" she said weakly. She spat in his face.
He lost it. He stepped back in hit her hard right on her foul mouth. She went down. With her hands tied behind her there was no way to break her fall. She landed hard on her side.
He reached down, grabbed a tit in each hand and pulled her to her feet.
"STOPPPPPPP," she screamed. "PLLLLLLLLLLEASSE STOPPP." She slumped forward and he realized she had passed out.
He scooped her up in his strong hands and carried her to the bedroom. He tied her face down and spread eagled on the bed.
He sat down in and easy chair and waited for her to wake up. He lazily stroked his hard cock. His hand moved faster and faster. He was close, so close. Suddenly, he stopped. He wasn't some sixteen year old boy that need to jack off. He had a real woman to use.
She groaned and he realized she was coming around.
When I started to come around, I immediately wanted to go into the blackness that had protected me from the pain. But there was nothing I could do. I was awake and that was that.
I lay perfectly still, trying to postpone whatever else it was that he was going to do to me. I tried to access the damage so far. I had a fat lip from where he had hit me in the mouth. The muscle in my abdomen ached from having been punched in the stomach. My pussy was raw and sore and my tits ... my poor tits felt like nothing but two big globs of pain.
Still, I felt juices beginning to form between my pussy lips. Was it possible that I was getting off on this? It was nothing like I had dreamed it would be and yet there was no denying that I was starting to become aroused. I tried to move my arms and discovered that they were tied apart. I discovered that my legs, too, were tied apart when I tried to move them. There was apparently a pillow or something similar tucked beneath my groin. I wondered idly what its purpose was and then it dawned on me. The pillow caused my butt to be raised up in the air. Oh, no. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be planning on using me back there ... could he? It would be to painful. I had never, ever, had anything up there other than a small enema nozzle when I was a child.
I know knew what was coming. And yet, unbelievably, my pussy started leaking its juices even more copiously.
I heard a noise and turned my head to the right. He was sitting in a chair watching me. His erection looked even bigger than I remembered. "Welcome back," he said pleasantly. "I've been waiting for you to wake up. Wouldn't want you to be asleep when I fuck your ass."
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