5 comments/ 51277 views/ 8 favorites Date Rape By: PTBzzzz I was running late to meet my wife for dinner. It was our 5th anniversary, we were due to spend the evening dining and then retreat to a pre-arraigned hotel room. I got stuck in a meeting longer than anticipated, and then the traffic was terrible. My wife, Chris, had already checked into the suite and headed down to the lounge to wait for me. When I got there I left my bag in the room and went down to find her. As I surveyed the lounge, from a darkened corner, I noticed a man in a cheap suit dropping a something into one of the drinks he had just purchased. The way he was dressed screamed detective; his activity screamed something else. I stayed in the shadows and watched. He returned to his seat in a booth near the hall to the bathrooms. The man was experienced; the hall also leads to a door to the alley behind the hotel. If he suspected someone was on to him he could make an escape by heading out the door. Let me introduce myself; I am Mark Edwards I am the chief of detectives in this town. I do not like it when someone tries to pull a fast one here. I stepped into the lobby to a point where I could see him and called for 3 of my best to provide back up. After the call I headed back to the bathroom; as I passed the table I saw Chris leaning into a corner with the guy leaning in real close. This just got very personal. As I left the bathroom I stumbled and fell toward the table, catching myself and rolling a little bit into the empty seat in the booth. I slightly slurred my words as I apologized for interrupting them and asked if I could rest there until my head cleared in a minute. I introduced myself as John, a machinery salesman from Chicago. He introduced himself a Paul; he said he was here in town looking for a new job. After I got done with him, he wouldn't need a job for a while. I knew Chris was out of it when she did not recognize me. There were two empty glasses on the table, one was a mixed drink and the other was a beer glass. We talked for a few minutes about the job prospects in town. One of my many talents is that I can hypnotize people by moving my hands back and forth as I talk to them. He was under my spell in no time. I told him that if I gave him an order he would follow it to the letter and if I asked him a question he would answer honestly. He would also continue to do whatever he was working on. He would come out from under the spell when anyone read him his Miranda Rights. Then I released him with the instruction that he would remember nothing of the conversation while he was under my influence. As I got up to leave he tried to get Chris to speak, she did not respond. Well, Paul told me she was his wife and she did not hold her liquor very well. She could not stand, I told him I could help him take her to his room, he decided it would be a good idea if we shared his wife. He said it was a fantasy of his to see her get screwed. I asked what room he was in. He read me my room number as he pulled the key out of his pocket. This guy had definitely done this before. He paid the bill and we helped take my wife to the room. As we crossed the lobby I saw one of my men in the corner near the tourist information rack, another was outside the back door in the alley. Tom Brown, my 2nd in command was already in my room hiding in the closet just inside the door. He had put a wheelchair and my luggage in the bathroom. We entered the room and placed Chris on the bed, and then I opened the mini bar and offered to fix him a drink. He was not interested, he wanted sex and he wanted it now. I let him start to open Chris' blouse: about halfway done I told him we needed to get undressed too. He followed my command to undress and put his things in a bag. When he was completely naked I told him he was now half dog and half chicken. He was instructed to bark and act like he was going to lay an egg. When he started into his act the closet door opened. I instructed Tom to take Chris to the emergency room immediately. The detective from the lobby had already secured the glasses from the table. After Tom and Chris left I told him it was time for him to leave the room. He was to avoid getting caught because they would pluck him and put him in a soup pot. The other 2 detectives tried to catch him for about 20 minutes and then called for backup to get him. While waiting for the others Paul was trapped in a corner of the lobby, crouching and trying with all his might to lay his egg. He was creating quite a scene, especially when he strained too hard and crapped in the corner. As the uniformed officers closed in on him he tried to fly up to the chandelier. He never made it; they wrapped him up and handcuffed him. The look on his face as they read his rights was precious. The entire hotel is under video surveillance, we took the tapes as evidence. Between the drink glasses, the key, and the rape kit from the hospital we had enough to put him away for years. He tried to hide his identity, but when the Desk Sergeant started to document his possessions he found that Paul was actually Detective Robert Kudzu from a city about 2 hours from us. His chief was not happy to be awakened at 2 in the morning. Detective Kudzu had stolen drugs from a case of date rape from their evidence locker. Since the investigation involved members of police departments it was turned over to the State Police. Somehow most of the tapes disappeared, except for the ones from the bar. The others were not necessary to prove the case. When I got to the hospital Chris was resting and no longer under the drugs. She was crying when I walked in and apologized over and over for ruining the evening. Then I told her about the details of what happened and how sorry I was that she had been drugged and close to being attacked. Eventually he was discharged from his department, 2 years short of retirement. He was sentenced to 5 to 15 in the state penitentiary. His wife divorced him and took everything she could get. Since he was put away the frequency of date rapes has dropped considerably in the area surrounding his town. Chris and I celebrated our anniversary the next weekend in a small rustic cabin in the mountains. There is something about the shock of almost loosing something that makes us more aware of how much we are in love. Chris got pregnant while we were in the mountains. The doctors say it is twins; one is a boy we are not sure at this point about the other. I think the twins are the best anniversary present ever; Chris thinks so too. Give us a few years we might go back to the mountains. Date Rape! I wake up, my head throbbing. "Ugh, what a nightmare." I think to myself as I try to shake the sleep and cobwebs from my mind. My head splitting with a headache, it starts to register that something doesn't feel right. "It was just a dream Mar..." I tell myself as I think about the nightmare I had... being drugged in a club, falling in and out of consciousness, only catching glimpses of what was surrounding me. The backseat of a car, my wrists tied with rope behind my back and a gag pushed in my mouth, being hauled over someone's shoulder, a glowing red keypad, being bathed... I brought my hands up to my eyes to wipe the sleep away and realize it wasn't just a bad dream. Around by wrist is a band of steel, almost like a bracelet, mirrored on the other wrist. These aren't mine. I suddenly realize I'm naked, and not at home. Recognition coming in waves as my headache subsides and I drink in the realities surrounding me. I am on a bed, a fairly comfortable one at that I noted, with soft sheets caressing my naked skin. The room, if it could be called that, was plain, institutional looking. I move my limbs and feel the weight around my ankle and slide it out from under the covers to see the chain locked to the cuff on my right. I grab the chain, checking what it's attached to, and see if firmly locked not just around my ankle, but the other end to a ring attached to a very cold looking floor. I take in my surroundings, noting two doors off my room. One had an actual door, with a glass window and a slot where things could be fed through. I assumed this was my way in, and my way out. The other door was really just an opening in the wall. I would have to see what was beyond that in a minute when my head stopped spinning. I continued to look around and noticed a small chest of drawers, an orchid placed on top. There were no windows, only soft recessed lighting in the ceiling, which was much too high for me to reach, even if I were to stand atop the bed. I noticed in the corner a camera. I was being watched, and behind a pane of glass, a mounted TV, recessed into the wall. "What the hell happened last night?" "Where am I? Why am I here?" As I said this, the door opened and a woman walked through it she was the most stunningly beautiful woman I'd ever seen before in my life. She was statuesque, about 30ish, with long red hair almost down to her perfectly shaped ass. She was wearing all black - a vest that pushes her beautiful breasts up into a cleavage you could lose yourself in. Leather boots, a shiny leather mini skirt and fishnet stockings with spiked heels. She told me to lie down on the bed and as I turned to try and escape she adeptly pulls on a rope, lifting my hands into the air, against the wall. Before I can even begin to struggle, she secures the rope tightly, almost too tightly, and then ties up my feet and legs as well. "What is this?" "Is this a joke?" She didn't answer; she just smiles slightly and seductively at me. I struggled against the bonds. "What are you, crazy?" I shouted louder at her. She moved towards the bed slowly, moving her hands over her full breasts, and then beginning to unbutton her vest. "No, and do not speak until you are spoken to." She tells me sternly. I was still very scared yet I can't help but goggle at her as she released her perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples hard. I swallowed nervously. "What are you going to do to me?" I whispered. Suddenly I felt a sharp sting on my leg. She cracks the whip in the air above my head. "I told you not to speak!" She shouted. She moved closer to me and started to undress me, her nipples brushing my face and body as she removes my clothes. "You must do what I tell you, or I will have to hurt you." She whispered to me, her lips brushing my ear. I nodded, realizing that there was nothing I could do. My leg still hurt from where she had hit me. She placed a hood over my head, and everything went dark, yet I can still feel her soft body against me, smell her musky perfume, and in spite of my fear, my dick hardened. She backed off immediately, "Did I say it was okay for your dick to get hard?" She asked me. Afraid to speak, I shake my head. She slaps my dick hard, and I shout out in pain. "Bad boy." She says, then moves back to me, and starts to caress me gently. I am helpless to anything she does. I couldn't help but to succumb to her gentle touch. Even though I was tied up, I still have man's feelings, and it takes everything not to blow my wad while she caresses me and kisses me all over my body. Her lips are so soft, and her hands are cool and wonderful. Suddenly I felt my cock sliding across my exposed neck. "What the..." I shouted, and for that she squeezes my own member painfully. "Shut up slave, and suck my fucking cock!" She yells. Wait a minute. HER cock. My hood was roughly pulled off my head, and I saw her standing before me, a huge dick standing tall between her curvy legs. I was shocked. At first I was shocked and not sure quite what to think. Yet I couldn't get over how great looking she was. My dick throbbed even harder. Yeah, I was straight, but damn! She moved closer to me, until her dick was touching my lips. "Suck me off slave." She purrs, pressing the head harder until I opened my mouth. At first I gagged on it, it was so big that it was hard for me to breath. I felt her put her hand on the back of my head, to pull me further down the shaft of her cock, and I let her. This is a new experience for me, and I started enjoying the feel of her cock on my tongue and in my throat. She moans softly and slowly fucks my face. Everything starts moving faster. She bucks her cock in and out of my mouth in a quicker pace. Suddenly, she cums and I felt her spunk shooting down my throat, and I swallowed dutifully, actually liking the taste of it. She cums in gobs and I was feeling pretty good. She backs away from me, as I gasped for air, smiling to myself. She walks to my right hand and releases it from my bonds. "Jack off for me." She says to me. "I want to see you cum." I obliged by grabbing my throbbing cock and stroking it quickly. I was so hot that it only took a moment before I felt myself let go. My cum shooting almost to the ceiling. I was breathless. She moves back to me, and kisses me roughly on the mouth, her tongue shooting in and out like her cock had, like she was fucking my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back, sucking on her tongue roughly. She stands up and starts to untie me. "It's time for you to go slave." "You did your job well." I didn't answer her. I just left that dark room. Date Rape Me I met him on Tinder. He "swiped right" on my pic, and pretty soon after that we were texting and flirting. I hadn't shared too much with him, except that I was naturally large-chested and very submissive sexually. Of course, when I told him that, he asked me out for drinks that same night. I accepted. ***** He's going to be here in ten minutes to pick me up for our first date. I look in the mirror and like what I see. Tiny black dress, visible corset, crotchless panties. My 34J tits look huger than usual, my ass looks plush but tight. I look like a dirty little slut. Good. I really want to get fucked tonight. ***** Fifteen minutes later, I am pinned face-down on the cold, hard tile floor of my apartment. My dress is bunched up around my waist and my little panties are stuffed in my mouth. Because my date ripped them off and put them in there. So he could get to my ass. So he could rape it. I realize I'm not dreaming. I'm actually getting raped up the ass on my own floor by a very strong man with a very large cock. My date. I'd let him in! I'd been expecting a gentleman, not a handsome, horse-cocked ass rapist! I begin to scream and cry, but this just encourages my assailant. "Ha," he hisses into my ear from his position above and behind me. "I fucking love it when little sluts scream. Little sluts who scream like they don't want this huge cock buried up their asshole." He slams my face into the floor and whispers terrifying threats into my ear. He's going to cut my throat. He's going to throw me in a dumpster. He's going to sell me to a sex slaver. He's going to rape me up the ass a thousand more times. He's going to beat me unconscious. With each threat he buttfucks me even more cruelly and forcefully, sawing his huge cock in and out of my tight little bottom as I sob and beg him to stop. He slams his cock up my ass, balls-deep, pulls almost all the way out, then slams it back in. Over and over again. I'm completely out of breath from the relentless pounding he's giving me. But still. He's a very skilled assfucker. Very well-hung, pumping his shaft in and out of my asshole rhythmically, holding my arms and face to the floor. I can tell he's pounded a lot of ass, and I've certainly had my fair share of dicks in mine. My body is betraying me as he grunts and fucks my bottom. I'm starting to feel like a very lucky girl... I can't believe it. I like it. My cunt is gushing as my rapist pounds my asshole. I can't help it. I love getting fucked up the ass. For fuck's sake, I was going to let him do it after our date tonight! I was going to let him get me drunk and then play it coy as he took my ass. Even if he didn't want to see me again! But that point is moot, because he's assraping as we speak. And something dawns on me—all the times I've assfucked myself with my dildo as I imagined being raped—my wildest sex fantasies are coming true as we speak. Now I'm moaning with pleasure, pushing my ass up against his cock, wanting more. I'm not blind to the irony of this situation—I'm getting brutally assraped and I'm about to cum. At this point, though, I don't care. There's a fat cock stuffed up my ass. Where else would I rather be? "Yes, Mister," I whisper. "Use my bottom. Use my slutty little horny asshole. I deserve it. I'm such a filthy little butt slut. I deserve to get my ass raped. I've been asking for it. Yesss, Mister. Yes, fuck my ass!" I tell my rapist I'm about to cum. He laughs. "You worthless fucking slut. Go ahead. Cum." And I do. My cunt explodes into orgasm. I scream loudly and squirt pussycream all over my rapist's balls. He just keeps raping my asshole. And I just keep cumming. Then he's ready to blast. I can tell. I consider asking him to cum in my ass, but before I can speak, he's begun. He grunts and calls me a cunt and pumps load after load of his rapist sperm up my ass. ***** Then, unbelievably, he stands up, puts his big cock away, pulls me to my feet, and looks into my face. He extends his hand. "Hi. I'm John," he says. "Ready to go get dinner? I've been looking forward to this. You're gorgeous, by the way. Wow." I stare at him with confusion. Should I be screaming and calling 911? My dress is still bunched around my waist, ripped to pieces. There's red lipstick smeared all over my face and mascara dripping down my tear-streaked cheeks. My hair is a matted, disheveled mess. I just stare at him. Didn't he just assrape me on the floor? John slaps me across the face. Hard. "Here's what we're going to do," he growls. "You're going to go get cleaned up, and we're going to go have a wonderful dinner. After that, we'll find a dive bar and go in for a few drinks. I will slip some drugs into your fourth drink, and when I think you're about ready to pass out, I will take you into the men's room and rape you again. "I will push your face down into a filthy toilet and fuck you up that tight ass. Then I'll throw you onto the floor and rape your throat. And those huge titties. I will cum wherever the fuck I want. Then I will leave. I'm going to leave you there, unconscious on the dirty floor with those melons out. I hope you get raped again. I hope you get gangraped all night long. In fact, I will make sure the bartender knows you're in there and to pass it around to all the guys. You deserve it. Maybe he'll charge them. What do you think? What's a good price to pay to fuck a pretty passed-out girl up her pretty ass?" I consider his words. My pussy is creaming for him. My nipples are hard. I decide to go with my gut. "Let me go get cleaned up for you. I'm sorry I'm such a mess; it's very disrespectful of me." "Good slut. Go. Wear something even sluttier than this dress. I want your massive titties on display." I nod and slink back toward my bedroom. As I fix my face and change my dress, he calls out from the living room. "Just because I'm going to leave you in a men's room tonight doesn't mean this is our last date. We'll go out again for sure! Maybe tomorrow? "But I'm definitely going to rape your ass again. Maybe next time with a knife on your throat. I'm going to attack you when you least expect it. I only like to fuck when the bitch is screaming." I can do that. I can scream and cry for him. I already can't wait for him to buttfuck me again. Against my will or otherwise. My cunt is drooling and creaming when I emerge to greet him again. All fixed. "I dollar," I croak. "That's what I'm worth. A dollar for the jukebox." He smiles and pulls me into his arms and we share our first kiss...a deep, wet sloppy French kiss. We swap spit and slobber into each other's mouths. He feels up my giant jugs with his big, firm hands, and groans at their massive size and softness. He pinches my nipples. They've been rock hard since he first rammed his dick up my butt, but I don't tell him that. "That's a good girl. You're worth a lot more than a dollar, but you don't need to know that. Goddamn. I'm going to make love to these enormous breasts," he murmurs, fondling them. "So many times. Soft, fat tits for my hard, fat rod. A perfect match. I'm also going to French-kiss that tiny little asshole. I can't wait to taste it. Not everything I do is anal rape. Although I do that a lot." I like the sound of this. All of it. And I realize that what just happened on the floor was totally consensual, and that he'd known it would be consensual when he first pushed me to the floor. I smile to myself, realizing John and I are embarking on the roleplay relationship of a lifetime. Rape roleplay. He kisses me again. I link my arm with his and we leave for our first date. I relish the feeling of his cum dripping from my asshole. I cross my fingers that he gives me another load before the night is over. (He does, and he's not the only one.)