Your rape part 1

I am writing this story for a friend at her request. She had a fantasy and wanted me to write it out for her. The content of this story is violent and harsh at her request. I do not condone any forms of rape or non-consentual sex. This is my first attempt at writing any erotica. My friend insisted that I share this and that it was much better than I thought it was.

Please give me some feedback.

The day has come, I have been watching you for a while. I have plotted your movement, your schedule. I know when you are home, when you are school, when you work, I know what you had for lunch today. Your roommate just left for the weekend, right on time. You are alone for the weekend, just like last weekend, and the one before.

Sitting in my car I check my equipment one more time, while I rehearse everything in my mind. The coil of rope around my waist, two 18 inch pieces of duct tape stuck to my shirt, and a small flat blade pocket knife. I am ready, I hope you are.

As I walk toward your building I wonder idly if there is a way to take both you and your roommate, but it is you I want, and that would be to complicated. To many risks and to many variables.

I am almost to your door now, drifting through the dark corridors of your building like a shadow, casually taking in the graffiti on the walls. There is your door. My heart pics up a bit as get closer and I force myself to calm down and more importantly look normal. I need you to open the door or use a back up plan, none of those I liked.

I knock firmly, but not loudly, projecting confidence, normalcy even with that knock. I stand casually and relaxed in front of the door. You crack your door and I glance toward the top of the door…no chain. That is my cue. Before you can register that the fake smile has slid off my face, the palm of my hand slams into the door driving the edge of it into your forehead. You stagger back, blood trickling down your face. It turns me on. I step close before you can cry out and drive my fist into your stomach to knock the wind out of you. As you double over I grab a handful of your hair in my left hand and turn and close the door with my right. The movement brings you across in front of me and you start to pull away your mouth opens to scream and my knee drives back up into your stomach knocking the wind from your lungs before anything comes out. As you collapse onto all fours on the ground I step behind you, place my knee in your back right on your kidney and drive you flat to your stomach. The pain shoots up your back and your cry out. I grab your left hand wrenching it up behind your back then your right hand, I lay them across the small of your back, with your forearms parallel, your right hand touching your left elbow and vice a versa. I peel a piece of duct tape off my shirt and wind it tightly about your wrists. As I am close to finishing you begin to struggle and cry out, I reach up with up my left hand grab a handful of hair and slam your face into the floor, then I punch your other kidney. I speak for the first time. “Shut up bitch, your cries annoy me, you don’t want to do that”. Cinching up the rest of the tape I then stand behind you looking down at your body. That went better than I thought, on an impulse my right foot pulls back and kicks you between the legs, the toe of my shoe catches you right on the clit. I roll you over and you see me for the first time, just a glance before my backhand crashes into the side of your face. I pull the other strip of tape off my shirt and slap it over your mouth.

Inwardly I smile, I have control of you now. I grasp your hair and yank you to your feet. The knife comes out and I savor the fear in your eyes. I speak for the second time, “I am going to cut your shirt and bra off, this knife is very sharp, I advise you not to move”. I move up close in front of you grasp the front of your collar yanking your shirt away from your body and in a quick sure move slice your shirt from the collar to the bottom. Then I move to each arm and slice the top of the sleeves allowing me to remove your shirt. I drink in your cleavage for just a moment before slicing the straps of your bra. I slice the back strap and toss your bra to the floor. Is I am stepping along side of you my hand casually reaches up grasps your hair and I yank you off your feet. You crash to the ground unable to catch yourself. The knife has disappeared.