A Predator Like Me
Copyright© 2026 by Tom Garb
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Neil was enjoying the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on his cock, the texture of her tongue, the soft ridges of her palate, and the fluttering pleasure when she accidentally flicked her tongue against his sensitive head. But it wasn’t just the physical sensations that were getting him worked up. It was seeing her squeezed shut, her nose was wrinkled, and her forehead was furrowed in a mixture of concentration and disgust. She was willingly participating, but it was clear that she hated the taste and feel of a cock in her mouth. Watching this proud, arrogant, lesbian bitch force herself to pleasure him was incredibly hot. There was something to be said for this new flavor of sex.
No, that was an understatement. It was fucking delicious, like a dish that looked unappetizing and you only tried out of politeness, but which turned out to have a complex, rich flavor that grew on you with each bite. Neil was so turned on by Vivian’s revulsion and her reluctant compliance that he felt himself getting close to the edge. Another minute of this and he’d blow his load down her throat. As much as he wanted to do just that, he also wanted this experience to last. He pulled out of her mouth before he could cum.
Vivian made a face like she had just swallowed a bug, her lips pursed and her nose wrinkled. “Oh god,” she said, a shudder wracking her small frame. “I can fucking taste ... precum. Salty and slimy. You are fucking disgusting. Do not fucking ask me to do that again.”
Neil raised an eyebrow. “Ask? I didn’t ask. And haven’t we already established that you’ll do whatever I tell you?”
“Fucking hell.” Vivian slumped back onto her heels. She rubbed her lips with the back of her hand, trying to wipe away the taste. “You ‘re right.” She looked up at him, her eyes full of hate. “But for the record, I fucking hate you.”
“I know.” Neil said. “Yet here you are, your fingers in your cunt, getting off on getting your mouth raped. You’re such a sadist, Viv.”
Vivian pulled her fingers out of her cunt and wiped them on the plush carpet. “Fuck you,” she said, but there was no heat in her voice. She was getting tired of fighting. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. It’s not fucking sadism. The world is full of pain. You can try to fix it and let it overwhelm you, or you can take the raw emotion and transmute it into fucking sexual ecstasy. I choose the latter.” She folded her legs under her and sat.
“My mom ... She was so kind, she couldn’t say no to anyone, ever. She was a sponge for other people’s misery. People fucking used her up, and she let them. I watched her give and give and give until she was a hollowed-out shell. Even when she got sick, she was still worrying about everyone else. Right up until the end. The doctors told her she should concentrate on herself, that had to avoid stress, but she just couldn’t. She was in so much pain, but she...” Vivian covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders were shaking, and he could hear her ragged breathing. “She was more worried about us, about my dad and me, being okay without her than she was about the fact that she was dying. About the nurse who had to clean her up. About the fucking kids at the home she used to run, before she got sick. On her fucking deathbed.”
Vivian wiped away tears and lowered her hands. She sat up straight and looked Neil in the eye. “She tried to fix the world, and got nothing but pain and an early grave. I learned from her mistakes. “I’m not weak like her. She let the world’s pain fucking consume her. I consume the pain.”
“So you’re some kind of emotional alchemist? Turning the lead of suffering into the gold of orgasm? That’s a beautiful piece of self-justification, Vivian. Really. It’s almost poetic. You built your whole identity around being the inverse of your mother, and getting your rocks off by recreating your trauma in other people.”
“It’s not about my fucking trauma, you simple-minded fuckwit. I’m my mother’s daughter. I feel other people’s pain as if it’s my own. But where she was a victim of it, I’m its master. She was driven to self-abnegation by her empathy, putting herself last while she did everything she fucking could for every suffering parasite that glommed onto her. I feel the same pain she felt, but it swamps my fucking pussy instead of my fucking heart. When I make some pretty, useless little thing feel like a piece of meat, like her only value is her holes and her tits, I’m not recreating my trauma. I’m avenging it, one stupid cunt at a time. I’m taking the thing that broke my mom and I’m making it my fucking bitch.”
It was sad, that the teenage girl she had once been had been warped by her grief into this brittle, cruel woman. He understood the logic of it. If you couldn’t stop the pain, you had to find a way to subvert it. She was doing her best to survive a world that had broken her.
Still, he could hardly feel bad for inflicting her own poison on her.
“Very moving,” Neil said. “How could anyone not feel for that girl who watched her mother wither away and promising herself she’d never be so weak. But look where you are now. A naked bitch desperate for a cock you can’t stand the thought of. Tell me, Viv, how does that fit into your ‘master of pain’ narrative?”
“I hate you,” she said.
“And your cunt hates being empty,” Neil said, pointing at her. “Which one do you think is going to win?”
She looked at his hard cock, still wet with her saliva. She sighed. “Fuck. Fine. I need your fucking cock in my cunt too much to fight you anymore.”
“Excellent,” Neil said. His cock had calmed down a bit while she’d been telling her sob story, but it was hardening again. He looked at her, still sitting on the floor, and had a mean idea. The sort of thing that Vivian might have done if their roles were reversed. Something guaranteed to make her feel small and used and miserable and so incredibly horny that it would probably make her cum. “I want you to choke yourself on my cock. I want to see you struggling to breathe.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Fuck no. I can’t do that. I’m not...”
Neil waited, silent, for her cunt to make its arguments.
Vivian’s hands were clenched into small, tight fists, and she eyed the rigid length of his cock jutting out from his body with loathing.
“You a sick motherfucker. I don’t want your fucking gross cock back in my mouth, let alone fucking choke on it. Don’t make me do that.” She looked up at him. “Please.”
Neil considered just giving her the fucking she desperately needed. Vivian was a woman approaching her limit. He could see the exhaustion in her slumped posture. He could end this now, tell her to lie on the bed and spread her legs, give her the fucking she needed. But then he remembered the photo of the humiliated mother and daughter, and Vivian describing how she could taste their misery. Giving in to her wouldn’t do it for the mistress of pain. She needed to take some of what she dished out. Not because of karma or any nonsense like that, but because her cunt needed it in order to fully enjoy itself.
And, if he was being honest, because it felt really good when a woman’s throat constricted around the head of his cock as she fought for air. Like that bubbly waitress in Montreal who had asked him to hold her head down and had cum while she choked and sputtered on his dick. That had been fun. This would be fun too, just ... different.
“We both know you’re going to do it, Viv.” He needed to do something to push her past her own resistance. He’d learned from her: it had to be painful. He stepped closer, until the tip of his cock was just inches from her face, and pinched her nipple, hard. She yelped.
“Ow! You fucker! Look, I’m already naked, I already sucked your cock, and I’m sure you’re going to rape me. You’ve already won. There’s no need to make me do this.” She backed away from him, but he kept pace with her until she had reached the foot of the king-sized bed. She put her hands up, as if to ward him off. “You appreciate art. You told me my work was brilliant. You understand the difference between a masterpiece and fucking cheap pornography. This is cheap. Beneath you. Don’t fucking do this.”
Neil pinched her other nipple, and she yelped again.
“Fuck! Stop fucking doing that!” Her voice rose in desperation. “If you make me put it in my mouth again, I swear to God I’ll bite it off. You’ll have to piss through a fucking straw.” She was trembling with the effort of fighting the need he’d planted in her. Her hands hovered protectively, ready to shield her tits from another assault or her face from his cock.
Vivian was backed against the bed, trapped. She looked at the door one last time, then back to Neil and the hard length of flesh she so desperately needed inside her. She groaned, and closed her small, dark fingers around the base of his cock. Her face crumpled, and her whole body shook with a silent sob before she got ahold of herself. She looked defeated, less like a confident, sexually-motivated artist and more like a terrified, desperate woman.
“Please,” she said. “You’ve made your point.” She slowly stroked his cock, her movements still awkward and uncertain. “I hate this. I hate myself for wanting it. Isn’t that enough?”
Neil let himself enjoy her suffering the way Vivian would have. Vivian, the powerful, sophisticated, sadistic predator, was on her knees, her usual cool, detached demeanor shattered, begging him not to make her do something she found fundamentally degrading. He was beginning to see the appeal of her kink.
“Almost,” he said. “But no, it’s not enough.”
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