Jamie loves to get raped

Disclaimer: this story is about rape. While I like a good rape story, the actual act of rape is horrible and disgusting and any REAL rapist should be burned alive.




“Get home safe young lady” the bartender yelled as she left the bar the local dive bar.
“I will thanks” Jamie yelled back as she pushed the door open and left. It was a cold night and Jamie was dressed appropriately for the weather, wearing a long coat over her turtleneck sweater and a long skirt that went past her calves. With not much skin showing she had expected to make the short walk back to her apartment without incident. It had been a slow few weeks for her and honestly she felt like she could use the break, she loved the action and the excitement but getting raped constantly was physically taxing. She was enjoying consensual sex for a change but she was starting to miss a man forcing himself and his will on her.
She was almost home when suddenly she was tackled to the ground and dragged down a nearby alley. Her pussy started gushing, and she was instantly terrified and turned on. Normally when she was raped she was all but asking for it. She would wear next to nothing and walk the long way home through seedy parts of town without much light. She would flirt with guys at a bar lead them to a dark alley, get them all hot and bothered, then “change her mind” at the last second. She enjoyed when a man forced her legs open and took what he thought was his, she had enjoyed rape since she was 19 and when her mother’s boyfriend revealed the real reason he was dating her.
But this time was different, she wasn’t drunk, she hadn’t led anyone on, she had done nothing to make herself a target other than being alone. She thought it might be a simple mugging until the perpetrator put a knife to her throat and grabbed her breast.