A Predator Like Me
Copyright© 2026 by Tom Garb
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Neil wasn’t really a rapist. Not like Vivian and her “art.” He was an opportunist who spread pleasure. She came from traumatizing her victims. Vivian was an intriguing woman that Neil had to have, even if it meant reshaping himself in her image – and forcing her to take his cock in her lesbian cunt. She fought him every step of the way to becoming his fucktoy… until she didn’t. Amidst their struggle, each faced a loneliness they’d been trying to ignore, and the solution staring them in the face.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Humiliation Rough Black Female White Male Oral Sex Foot Fetish
“Fucking hell,” she groaned. “You’re actually going to make me do this.” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “Please, just ... You can fuck me. It’ll feel fucking good for you. I’m tight. I’ll be a good fuck. I promise.”
Neil almost felt bad enough to give her what she wanted. He had never forced a woman to do something she so clearly didn’t want to do. He felt a pang of guilt, stronger than the usual twinge he got when he manipulated a woman into fucking him. But he really wanted to see his cock in her mouth, and he was used to ignoring his annoyingly persistent conscience.
“I’ve got all night, Viv. You’re not going to get my cock in your cunt until you’ve earned it. Now, open your fucking mouth.”
“Fuck.” Vivian ‘s jaw was clenched tight, and for a moment Neil thought she was going to refuse. But her desire was stronger than her will. Her mouth opened in a small, reluctant O.
“Good girl,” Neil said, and fed the head of his cock past her red glossed lips lips into her warm, wet mouth.
Neil could feel her revulsion in the way her entire body went rigid at the intrusion. Her nose wrinkled as if she’d just bitten into a rotten piece of fruit, and she gagged as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat.
“Blow me, you useless, pretentious dyke,” Neil said, using the kind of specific, painful language she had taught him. “If you’re a good little cocksucker, I’ll let you feel this ‘ugly meat stick’ stretching out your worthless lesbian fuckhole.”
His words, carefully chosen to mirror her own cruelty, landed just as he’d hoped. Vivian flinched as if she’d been struck. For a second, he thought she might bite him. The muscles in her jaw tightened, and her teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of his shaft. But then something shifted. She pressed her hand against her cunt, her fingers disappearing into her wetness, and a deep, shuddering moan vibrated around his cock. The degradation was working its magic, twisting her disgust into arousal.
Neil had expected her to try and mimic what she’d seen in porn, or perhaps what she imagined a man might want. But Vivian, in her profound lesbian arrogance and complete lack of experience, had a different idea.
She opened her mouth wide, took a deep breath, closed her lips around the head of his cock, and ... blew him.
It wasn’t a gentle puff of air. It was a determined, focused stream, like she was trying to inflate a pool toy. The sensation was bizarre. A warm, slightly moist breeze against the most sensitive part of his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the sheer, earnest wrongness of it was so unexpected Neil almost broke character and burst out laughing.
She took another large breath, sealed her lips tighter, and blew again, even harder this time, apparently convinced that she could make him cum by treating his dick like a party balloon. She did it a third time before he stopped her.
He put a hand on her head, tangling his fingers in her dark hair. “What the fuck was that?” he asked, his tone even.
She pulled back. “What do you mean, ‘what the fuck was that’? You told me to ‘blow’ you, so I’m fucking blowing you.”
Realization dawned, and Neil did laugh this time. “Jesus fucking Christ, Viv. You thought that ‘s what a blowjob is? Literally blowing on a cock? How can someone so obsessed with sex be so fucking clueless? You don’t even know what a fucking blowjob is?” He shook his head in genuine amazement. “You pretentious, useless lesbian bitch.”
Vivian’s face flushed.
“You don’t literally ‘blow’ a guy, Viv. That’s just slang. You’re supposed to suck on it. And use your tongue. Like this.” He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her face back toward his crotch. He guided his cock back into her reluctant mouth.
“Close your lips,” he instructed. “Suck. Like a straw.”
It was a clumsy blowjob. She was terrible at it, her tongue hesitantly exploring the alien shape in her mouth and recoiling from the taste and texture, as though it were a slug. She was doing it, but she was fighting her own body every step of the way.
She gagged again, and her teeth scraped against him, making him wince.
“Watch the teeth, you stupid bitch,” he said, pushing her head back. “Are you so useless you can’t even manage to suck a cock without fucking it up?”
The insult worked. Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing with fury. It would have been intimidating if not for the fact that she was on her knees with his dick in her mouth. She pulled back enough to speak.
“Go to hell,” she spat. “I’m trying. This is my first fucking cock. I told you I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”
“I know,” Neil said, and instinctively reached down and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her chin. It was a gesture of comfort from a man who normally made a point of being likable and making sure the women he used his gift on had a good time. The hard-edged persona he was inhabiting for Vivian’s benefit slipped for a second, and he saw, for a moment, not the cruel sadist who had cum to a family’s agony, but a woman forced into a humiliating, impossible situation. He had manipulated her into doing something she found viscerally disgusting and violated her very identity. She was a predator, yes, a cruel and sadistic woman who had ruined lives, but she was also terrified, humiliated, and in pain.
She froze, her dark eyes wide with surprise. She leaned into his touch, just for a second, a small, involuntary seeking of comfort in the midst of her nightmare. Then, as if realizing what she was doing, she pulled away.
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