Accidental rape

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After a long day at work, I was exhausted and just wanted to rest when I got home. I didn't even have the strength to take off my mask.

In my hazy state… I thought my boyfriend was coming home. Why was he so eager today?

Oh my god, it wasn't my boyfriend, it was a stranger! Did I not close the door properly, or did the password get leaked? What should I do? Would anyone believe me if I called for help? Would anyone save me?

A man's low, husky voice said, "You want it too, don't you? You slut, so wanton, you bitch. Look at you stroking my dick, you're quite diligent and skilled! Come here!

You can't even do deep throat? How can you be so trashy!

Get down! Kneel properly! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

What's going on? Am I going to be raped today? Am I in my safe period? Should I ask for a condom? Then

, an unexpected thing happened… I was hit a few times with a belt. To avoid leaving marks, I had to beg for mercy: "Please, don't hit me anymore… My boyfriend will find out, please, please, don't slap me, I'll be good, please don't hit me anymore, I'll do whatever you say!"

The man's low, husky voice said: "Women are all just asking for it! You slut! Lie down properly!" She

was being forced down on the sofa, her waist pressed against his, and he was thrust into her. She was already tense, and the stranger's penis was even harder and more ruthless. It was the fear of losing her personal safety; her whole body stiffened, and she didn't even dare to speak, afraid of angering the man. On one hand, there was the satisfaction of finally being fucked, and on the other hand, a small desire to be fucked to death by a stranger. What was wrong with her?

The man continued to penetrate her while holding her waist. The phone rang, and he loosened his grip, slowing down. This wouldn't do, I'll take over… Ah… The man quickly hung up the phone, this time genuinely laughing as he said: "Comfortable, so horny, such a perky ass, and you know how to wiggle, not bad!" He

thrust a few times and stopped. "Hmm? It's over?"

The man's voice remained calm as he said: "Be good, let's go for a drive, otherwise I'll send the video of you wiggling your ass while being fucked to your boyfriend."

"No! I'll do what you say! Please!"

Deep down, I desperately wanted to be dragged to the stairwell, to the window, to the rooftop by this strange man, and fucked from night until dawn. I was so unsatisfied just now! It was completely different from my boyfriend; other men are so amazing. Even though I was being forced, the first time he penetrated me was so pleasurable and pleasurable. And this man was so well-endowed; the in-and-out motion felt amazing. He was also very experienced, deliberately

using a nine-shallow-one-deep technique. I tried to button my clothes, but he gestured to stop me, so I could only clutch them tightly and follow him tremblingly.

We took the elevator to the basement. As soon as we got off, I was dragged to a corner, my clothes ripped open, and he said, "Stand still! Take a picture." I couldn't tell if it was because my legs were weak from being fucked earlier, or because of the pressure of this situation; my hands were shaking. I kept glancing at the man's expression out of the corner of my eye, and anxiously watching the parking lot, afraid someone or a car might pass by.

I was dragged along by the man, forced to stand where he designated, and posed in the positions he specified. I had a nagging suspicion that this man might drag me into some car and brutally rape me.

I felt a sense of relief when he brought me from the parking lot to the surface; at least in a public place, there couldn't be any accomplices joining in the gang rape. But then came the more humiliating part: I was forced to sit on a bench in the passageway I passed every day, legs spread wide. Oh my god! Every time I passed this place, I would think of that night, of myself being penetrated by a stranger, even writhing in pain, not crying for help, even fantasizing about being gang-raped—how terrifying I was!

The man, satisfied, put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the elevator. Was he going to let me go?

He led me into the elevator, then out, and directly into the fire escape.

Ah? This? No! This is terrifying! The neighbors will find out! She dared not speak, only shake her head, but how could she resist a man, how could she resist a body completely lubricated? She was simply waiting for his huge penis to penetrate her, eager to experience that primal pleasure, even wanting the entire stairwell to echo with lewd sounds. If only the world were this simple.

The height difference on the stairs made penetration difficult, though she desperately wanted to break the railing. But the man stopped.

Was this over? Could she go home? Freed from her restraints, she rushed towards the stairwell without even buttoning her clothes. Before she could take a step, the man grabbed her shoulder and forced her to walk.

The man behind the mask was clearly smiling. Before the door was even closed, he whispered: "I've never seen anyone more slutty and shameless than you. You were so cooperative downstairs, it's because you wanted it, isn't it?" Terrified, she

knelt down. The man slapped her. No need to shake her head or deny it, you slut. "I've memorized the password. Don't change it. If you change it, I'll have someone gang rape you in the basement. Remember that! Did you hear me?"

Grabbing her hair and slapping her a few more times, she was completely dazed. The man told her to sit on top and move herself. "

I don't want to move myself! Moving myself means I'm not being raped!"

The man looked at her impatiently, taking the belt from before. His meaning was clear… "Okay, move yourself, I can." The man seemed to enjoy the service, gently caressing her like a boyfriend, saying, "I've actually been watching you for a long time. I love fucking people like you—seemingly well-behaved but secretly wanting every man in the world to fuck you."

"I didn't, I didn't, I'm not!" "

No? Then when someone was playing on their phone in the garden downstairs, didn't you open your clothes too? Didn't you want that guy to see you and come fuck you? Still want to talk? You're shaking so vigorously as soon as I say that, isn't it great?" "

Don't say anything more, please, I'm slutty, I'm cheap, fuck me, it's okay, use me however you want, don't be shy…" She was pushed down, pinned down, and thrust into from the side… The brain is the real sex organ; everything originates from our brain. In that instant, all the dogmatism, all the bullshit moral constraints, all the oppression of women vanished. Everything was reduced to the physical response, a simple, direct impact that shattered any remaining consciousness. Like the relentless assault of a man's genitals on her most intimate parts, the agony of violently kneading her breasts, the humiliating denials whispered in her ear—it was like adding fuel to a fire, burning her to the point of madness… Beyond the hills, only a cotton-candy-like body remained. The man was satisfied, giving her one last squeeze before leaving. "Remember, don't change the password. I can rape you anytime. It'd be best if you opened your legs every time you saw me, like today. Great job, give me a thumbs up."

[The End]

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