Fantasy abduction rape stories
I always feel out of place at these clubs. The flashing colored lights and over-the-top loud music just fuck with my head, and I hate crowds. I especially can’t stand the people: girls dressed like whores that distract all the guys but won’t let them touch anything, the guys that won’t pay attention to chicks like me that wear more than six square inches of clothing.
But here I am, leaning against the bar with a half-gone Screwdriver and a face full of boredom, watching my best friend bump and grind among the city’s sluttiest at Club Blech. Okay, so that’s not its name. Fuck if I know what club we’re at right now. It’s the third one tonight. Not that it matters what the name is; it’s still a tiny dance floor crammed with gyrating, sweaty bodies writhing together like squirming maggots. They might as well be fucking. In fact, I think a few of them are fucking.
I take a long swig of my Screwdriver and suck on an ice cube. Damn I feel bitchy tonight. Half of my bitchiness is from being dragged to
this hellhole, but the other half is that all-consuming frustration that comes with needing to get laid. I need to get laid bad.
I crunch the ice cube between my teeth and suck on the rapidly melting pieces. I know I’m not getting laid tonight; no man in this place will give me the time of day, and I’m not into one night stands anyway. My boyfriend dumped my ass a couple of weeks ago, and my pussy’s been cock-vacant since.
Some irritating hip-hop song blasts over the speakers for the fifth time tonight. Ugh. That’s enough.
My friend is too far into the crowded dance floor for me to even think about getting her attention, so I down the rest of my drink and head towards the ladies’ room. Maybe I’ll find a moment’s peace. Doubtful, but better than standing near the dance floor.
The dark hallway that leads to the restroom is full of people, and there’s no doubt that at least two or three couples are getting very well-acquainted. One girl starts shaking and whimpering against a guy who has his hand up her ultra-short skirt. I can’t even find a man to look at me in this place, and she’s got a guy fingering her off in the hall. Bitch.
The bathroom isn’t much better; girls cackle and squawk like hens in front of the mirror, reapplying their excessive makeup, and at least one chick is loudly worshipping the porcelain god. I groan. Maybe I’ll step out into the alley for a few minutes. I could seriously use some air, and I have a stamp on my hand; the bouncer will let me back in.
Making my way outside, I’m relieved to find myself wandering down a fairly deserted hallway. A handful of people are scattered in the shadows, most drunk, a few passed out.
I sense someone close behind me a moment too late: a hand claps over my mouth and an arm around my waist. I’m pulled against a broad chest, arm squeezing the breath right out of me so I couldn’t scream if I wanted to.
“Walk where I tell you to, and don’t make a sound,” he whispers in my ear. “Or you’re fucking dead.” He squeezes my chest emphatically, and I nod. He feels like he could break me in half.
Scared shitless, I walk where he directs me: down the dark hallway and through a door near the end. We aren’t outside: we’re in a maintenance room or something like that. It’s dark, but a little bit of light comes in through a small window, illuminating the mops, brooms, shelves, and all that shit.
My captor roughly pulls me against him, and suddenly I’m really scared: I don’t think that’s a gun in the front of his pants, but fantasy abduction rape stories
whether it’s a gun or his cock, it’s big.
“I saw you standing around looking like you think you’re better than everyone here,” he growls in my ear. “But you’re just a slut bitch like every girl on that dance floor.” He grabs my breast roughly. “A body like this should be out on the floor where every guy can get a feel. Who do you think you are showing it off but not letting anyone touch it?” I let out a terrified whimper. “I’ve got ya scared, don’t I, bitch?” I nod. He pulls me harder against him, and grinds his cock – definitely not a gun – against my ass.
For a moment I see myself riding his cock. It feels big, maybe not incredibly long, but thick enough to get the job done. I shake my head. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Did you hear me, bitch?” He shakes me roughly. “I asked you a question.” Fuck, what did he say? I wasn’t paying attention. Oh fuck, he’s going to kill me…
“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry.” My voice is unsteady. He laughs in my ear.
“You were thinking of this fucking your pussy, weren’t you?” He grinds his cock against me again. Christ, is he a mind reader? He snickers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“No,” I lie. Lie? What the fuck? “No, please don’t.”
“Bullshit,” he says. “You want my cock in your pussy just like you want every cock in that club in your pussy.” His lips are right next to my ear. “You just think you’re too good for any man in there, but deep down, you know you want each and everyone of us to bend you over and fuck your brains out, don’t you?”
“No,” I say again. “I don’t just –”
“Save it, slut,” he hisses. “I know your type. You bitch chicks that just come in here acting all high and mighty, dressed like you’re some kind of saint, but you’re just a whore like every girl in there.” He grabs my skirt and unbuttons it. “And I’m going to prove it.” A whimper leaves my mouth, but I’m not entirely sure it’s one of protest.
“Don’t,” I say weakly.
“Don’t.” He mocks. He laughs and tugs my skirt to the floor. My panties soon follow. He grabs my ass cheeks and rolls them around in his hands. “Oh yeah, I knew you were hiding something good under there.” A finger teases down my crack towards my cunt. “I’ll bet there’s even more down here.” He works my lips apart, and I’m startled as fuck at how wet my pussy is. He roughly shoves two fingers into my tight cunt, and I yelp, but it doesn’t hurt that much. He starts to finger fuck me. I clench my fists and chew my lip, willing myself not to like it, but God it feels good. I think of his cock again, wonder if it’s as big as it felt against my ass.
“Bet you want something else up there, don’t you slut?” he laughs, fingering me harder.
“No,” I lie. Yeah, I’m totally lying. What the fuck am I doing? This guy’s about to rape me!
“You lying cunt,” he snaps, ripping his fingers out of my snatch and standing. “You want it.” His arm is around my chest again, pinning my arm to my side. His fingers smell of pussy. My mouth waters. His other hand makes quick work of his pants and I suddenly feel his cock against my ass. “You want it, don’t you?”
“No.”
“Lying slut! You want my big fucking dick inside you, don’t you?”
“No.”
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“No! Please don’t!”
“Tell me what you want, bitch, tell me what you want me to do with it.”
“Please, don’t…”
“You lying whore, you can’t fool me.” With that, he pushes me against the wall and shoves his cock up into my pussy. Oh my God, oh fantasy abduction rape stories
my God it feels so fucking good. He begins to ram my cunt, slamming his rock hard dick into me, pounding me against the cold wall.
“Don’t, please don’t,” I beg half-heartedly.
“Don’t what, slut? Tell me?” He pants, fucking me harder.
“Don’t…please, please don’t…”
“Come on, bitch, don’t what?” He reaches around and plays with my clit. Oh, sweet Jesus…
“Don’t stop!” I scream. “Oh fuck, don’t stop!”
“Haha! I knew you were a whore!” He shoves his dick as far into my as it will go and grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back. My pussy is on fucking fire. “Want me to keep fucking you? Want me to keep pounding your twat, you nasty fucking whore?”
“Yes! Yes!” I cry.
“Beg for it, bitch,” he tightens his grip on my hair. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want it bad,” I moan. “Oh God, fuck me as hard as you can.” He pulls out and pounds my pussy once, burying himself to the hilt.
“Are you a nasty whore?”
“Yes!” Another stroke.
“Are you a fucking slut who wants her cunt fucked?”
“Yes!” Two more strokes.
“You want me to fuck you and then cum all over your face like a dirty bitch?”
“Yes!”
He fucks me, oh does he ever fuck me. I scream and beg for more as he pounds my cunt. Then I cum. Sweet fucking heaven on Earth, my pussy goes ballistic. I buck against him, moaning loudly and squeezing his cock with my convulsing cunt. He groans and keeps pounding until my orgasm ceases.
My pussy still buzzing with my crazy orgasm, I whimper in protest as he pulls out. Gripping me by the hair, he forces me to my knees and shoves his cock into my mouth. I devour him, intoxicated by the tangy taste of my own juices all over his dick. He fucks my face, driving himself into my throat. My very well-trained gag reflex barely accommodates him, but I take all of him.
I feel his cock swell and throb, and he pulls out, holding it right above my face. He cums, spewing droplets of hot juice all over my face, in my hair, in my mouth, all over my neck. I swallow every bit that goes in my mouth and lick it all off my lips. I’m breathless and hot.
“See? I knew you were just a dirty fucking slut.” He shakes his softening cock in my face, splattering a few remaining drops of cum into my mouth. Then he tucks it back into his pants and leaves.
For a long time, I sit there, alone in the maintenance room, my pussy aching, my face and neck sticky. I can’t believe what just happened: he raped me, forced himself on me, and I liked it. I fucking loved it!
I find my skirt and panties, and towel my face off with a clean rag from one of the shelves. When my knees finally stop shaking, I head back into the thrumming dance club in search of my friend.
“There you are!” she says as I re-enter the world. “I was just looking for you. I’m ready to head out.” Then she pauses, squints at me, and looks me up and down. I’m sure I look like hell. “Where have you been?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Nicole! Where have you been? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”
“Maybe later,” I shrug. I can’t wipe the shit-eating grin off my face. “Let’s go though.” She frowns.
“Okay, but I’m not going to leave you alone til you tell me.”
“Fair enough,” I say. We head for the exit. “We should come back here some time. I like this place.” She shoots me a puzzled look, knowing my distaste for places like this. I shrug.
Maybe next time, he’ll be here again. Maybe I’ll wear something a bit more slutty.
Maybe next time I can ride his cock and make him beg for fantasy abduction rape stories
me…
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