A Predator Like Me
Copyright© 2026 by Tom Garb
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Vivian propped her chin on her hands and watched him. “So now what? You’ve had your fun. Are you going to undo what you did to my fucking head to make me need a cock in my pussy, and let me get dressed and leave? Or are you going to keep me here for the rest of the night as your personal fucktoy?”
Neil watched her, fascinated. She was a survivor. He’d pushed her past every limit she had, and he had expected her to be a broken, sobbing mess. Instead, she was ... processing. Analyzing her own humiliation with the same cool detachment she brought to her art. He had shattered her pride, but not her identity.
“Do you want to go?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter what I want,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. You’ve made sure of that.”
“True,” he admitted. “But I’m curious, Viv. What do you want, right now, in this moment?”
“I want to know what you are,” she said. “How you fucking do what you do. I want to understand the power you have over me.” She gave him a wry smile. “And because of whatever this is that you’ve done to me, I want your cock in my cunt. I need to feel it inside me, filling me up. I hate the idea of it, and I know I’m going to hate the experience, but I need it.”
She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. Her cunt was wet and swollen, the black curls matted with her slick. “So, which do you want to do? Talk, or fuck? Or both?”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he started.
“Rape me,” she interrupted.
“Rape you,” he corrected. “But I need some time to recover.” He got up and walked to a stuffed chair that faced the couch. “We’ll talk.” He sat. “You can ask me your questions. I might even answer some of them.”
Vivian sat up and put her feet in his lap. Her electric blue toes wiggled against his flaccid cock, and he could feel a stirring that promised he would be ready for another round before long.
“So, what the fuck are you?” she asked.
“I’m a ... well, I’m not sure what the right word is. Psychic? Empath? I can fiddle with people’s emotions and desires. Make them feel things more strongly. Or feel things they wouldn’t normally feel. Or dampen things, like fear or inhibitions.”
“So you can make anyone want to do any fucking thing you want them to?”
Neil raised his eyebrows. “I wish. No. there has to be something there already that I can work with. A flicker of curiosity, or a fantasy, or a repressed desire. I can’t just make people do stuff. But I can find a spark and fan it into a wildfire.”
“How?” she asked, her brow furrowing.
“I need to touch someone,” he said. “Skin to skin contact. Even just for a second. It creates a ... connection, I guess, lets me access their mind and manipulate it. I don’t really know how or why it works, just that it does.”
“So all you had to do was fucking touch me?” she said. “That’s all it fucking took to turn me into your little fucktoy?” The venom was back in her voice.
“Pretty much,” he said. “Though you were harder than most people.”
Her chin came up, and she smiled widely. “Fuck yeah, I’m stronger than most.” She put her hands behind her head and leaned back on the couch. “I bet you’ve never met anyone like me.”
“I haven’t, but that’s not what I meant. I don’t mean your willpower. You’re as malleable as anyone else. I mean it was more complicated. With most women, I make them enjoy themselves. I find a little attraction, amplify it, and dampen their hesitation. They’re horny, they’re happy, and a good time is had by all.” He gestured vaguely. “That wouldn’t have worked on you. You get off on making people miserable. Being happy and horny would have done nothing for you.”
“So you had to ... what? Recalibrate?” she asked curiously. “That’s fucking fascinating. You had to understand my psychology to manipulate me. Figure out what the makes me tick before you could fucking break me.”
“Exactly,” he said. “I had to make you feel like you do watching one of your victims. Make you experience what was happening to you like you do when it’s someone else, so your own suffering would make you horny.”
“Fuck,” she said. “That’s kind of fucking brilliant.” She wiggled her toes against him again, and his cock twitched. “Did it make you horny, too? Watching me choke on your dick and cry and cum from the fucking humiliation of it all?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t,” he admitted.
“So we both get off on other people’s pain.”
“I don’t, usually,” Neil said. “Usually, I make sure everyone is having a good time.”
“But you did with me,” she said. “You liked hurting me. Fucking humiliating me.” She rubbed her toes against his growing cock. “You’re getting hard again thinking about it.”
Neil couldn’t deny it. The way she had struggled to breathe, held in place by her own need, her throat convulsing around him; the look of dawning horror as she realized she was going to have to swallow his cum; the gut-wrenching sob when she did; the orgasm that tore through her, born from her own painful humiliation. He had just cum, but the memory made him harden against her bare feet. Vivian watched him, her lips parted, her breath coming a little faster. She was getting turned on watching him get turned on by her pain. The feedback loop was spinning faster now, pulling them both in.
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