Play Rape: Amusing Oxymoron, or Huge Turn on?

[sincerely_helene]

Ever actually attempted this with a partner? Were you able to keep a straight face? Would you do it again?

I don't think I could actually go through with it and not giggle. It seems like it would defeat the whole thrill behind the fantasy to stage a rape with a trusted partner, but at the same time I would love to be proven wrong.

Please post experiances, reactions, as well ideas to heighten the authenticity factor, without breaking any laws (if that is even possible.)

Also, for all you writer types out there, feel free to create potential short play rape scenarios even if you have not yet tried them. The more realistic, the better!

 

[FurryFury]

It's on my lengthy list of things to do. Sooo many yummy ideas, so little time...

I did do a little on this theme in a SRP not that long ago. My part of it is all I can in good conscience repost here. It was writen in the Strip Club thread, the original one. On about page 57 or so with Blue Dolphin as Jack and me as the trailer trash stripper with a heart of tarnish gold:

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=325326&page=59&pp=25

"So you want to force your cock on me? Push my legs apart? Wedge yourself between them so I can't shut them again? Do you like that sort of thing?" She says switching subjects again. She gives him a sultry look and spreads her legs a little.

Pushing them back together quickly. She says, "Oops! I'm supposed to resist aren't I? That will take some acting because I could never resist you."

Back on dry land, things get wet:

She laughs when he goes a little nuts. X'tacy loves that look on his face. She loves the urgency too. She pretends with some amusement to be afraid and virginal.

"It? What It? Sir, unhand me! I'm just a good little girl. I have no idea what you would want with me." She says while purposely rubbing against him.

She squeals and acts like she is trying to get away but really she is just rubbing on him some more and her eyes are full of merriment. She starts to kiss him then remembers she is supposed to be fighting him and bites him a little.

"Let me go! You bad man!" She says trying not to laugh.

Playing at violations:

X'tacy bucks back and then pulls away scrambling on her knees continuing the fantasy of being the pure maiden being taken against her will.

"No! I'm a good girl!" She shrieks and a little laugh escapes her as she crawls in front of him, skirt over her head, ass and puss open and moving at eye level.

She turns her head looking back at him almost wondering if he is going to let her get away. When his strong hands clamp around her lower legs.

Roped:

"Oh Jack!" She says as he fills her and makes her feel happy and wanted. Then she remembers the game.

"I mean. Stop! You're a bad man! Untie me! Oh! Oh!" She moans overcome.

Jack continues pumping away hard at her and she gets lost in it. Forgetting the scenario completely, she just enjoys it, her body feeling alive and excited.

Blanket party:

She feels him inside her. He begins to feel harder, bigger, more excited and then he comes making her so hot she can't hold back anymore. X'tacy comes panting and screaming. He pushes her head down as she does. That only makes her release stronger.

It takes her awhile to get her head to stop spinning but she finally gets her breathing back to normal. She looks at Jack and just mouths the words, as if to herself, "Magic Man."

He unties her and together they get a blanket, spread it out on grass. Jack opens some wine but X'tacy opts for water. They talk and laugh, enjoy the sun and X'tacy eats some saltine crackers she found in the kitchen. They are a little stale but it makes her tummy feel more settled.

(That's all.)

Fury

 

[Marquis]

This is one of my favorite fetishes, although I indulge in its more extreme forms very rarely. It can be very emotionally taxing and nerve wracking on both parties and always requires A LOT of aftercare.

It is also a risky move, because if done properly (as in, non-giggle inducing) you have to accept the risk that you are going to get safeworded and have to call the scene early and deal with the mutual feeling of failure that usually accompanies a Red. It's a high risk, high reward opportunity though, because if you can get through the scene, it's often incredibally bonding and romantic for a while, and makes great masturbation fodder for years to come. It takes incredible confidence and strength of will on the part of the top and the bottom to do a rape scene properly, particularly within a trusting relationship.

There are many mild forms of rape scening that don't really count, in my book. Not that they aren't enjoyable, I myself do them far more often than I'll do an actual rape scene. You can act out a scene, either impromptu, extemporaneously or scripted, that looks very much like a rape to an outside observer. You can even add touches of realism like getting into costume or setting up situations.

However, real rape has nothing to do with what the sex looks, sounds or feels like. Acting out a Hollywood style rape is a fun fetish in and of itself, and is probably what most people have in mind when they think of this fantasy, but real rape can look very much like consensual sex, and obviously, vice-versa. In my mind a real rape scene is a sexual scene that goes riiiiiiiight up to that edge of consent. Of course, if it goes over the edge, it is really rape.

How do you accomplish this?

Well first off, the bottom needs to have a safeword. Otherwise there is really no telling if the rape scene is really just a rape or not. Moreover, keeping the bottom on that edge is half the challenge and thusly half the fun.

Next, the bottom has to be brought to, as pure would put it "a dark place of mind", or something like that. This really isn't that hard to do, if you know your bottom, but it takes balls. Everyone has sensitivities; physical, verbal, etc. To get them in a state of mind where both of you are experiencing something as closely akin to rape as you can ethically come, you have to hit some of these hot spots.

I'll take my current sub as an example. Slapping her on the face during sex would only turn her on. Slapping her on the face before sex or pulling her hair before sex would be more humiliating to her, but she's used to that by now. If I punched her in the face, I'd doubtlessly get a safeword, or worse, I wouldn't get one when I know I should. But biting her hard might be right in the sweetspot. Spitting on her face is likely to fall in this area too.

Verbally, things work similarly. Calling her a bitch or a whore wouldn't even make her blink anymore, although it used to be considered disrespectful. Calling her a dumb nigger bitch gets a more guttural reaction, but unfortunately that too is probably played out at this point. Insulting her sister might be right in the zone, but these things really need to be judged in the moment. Insulting her mother or her religion would probably ellicit a safeword, for now.

The point is to use everything in your arsenal to keep the pressure right under boiling point. I think its so great because there are so many ways to get creative with this, and it can never really "get old". It can also be extremely cathartic. I gave very general examples, but there are usually tension points in relationships that I feel can be worked through with this sort of thing. Rape scenes have sort of an inescapable "in your face" nature that I find almost always leaves the couple feeling more secure with each other if completed successfully.

 

[TaintedB]

Ever actually attempted this with a partner? Were you able to keep a straight face? Would you do it again?

I don't think I could actually go through with it and not giggle. It seems like it would defeat the whole thrill behind the fantasy to stage a rape with a trusted partner, but at the same time I would love to be proven wrong.

Please post experiances, reactions, as well ideas to heighten the authenticity factor, without breaking any laws (if that is even possible.)

Also, for all you writer types out there, feel free to create potential short play rape scenarios even if you have not yet tried them. The more realistic, the better!

I have not done this yet but I intend to. It's one of my hottest fantasies. I agree, the name is stupid, but people do connect for this and there are lots of specific places to meet "play" rapists online. If you want something like this to really work and not dissolve you in giggles, you may need to take some some substantial risks, such as get to know the person you want to do this to you as little as possible beforehand, or to deal with one of those Dr. Jeckyl types, capable of changing from one sort of person to another very quickly. It's a tradeoff: risk for thrill, and you need to decide for yourself where the balance lies. FWIW, the raper is taking a risk with you, as well: he's risking that you aren't one of those insane chicks who'll talk him into doing this thing then call the police on him.

As for fantasy ideas? How about if your trusted partner ties you up in a welcoming position and then invites some complete stranger over to do you together with him? If you'd never met the other man, never given your "consent" to his doing you, it'd probably feel pretty realistic.

 

[FurryFury]

This is one of my favorite fetishes, although I indulge in its more extreme forms very rarely. It can be very emotionally taxing and nerve wracking on both parties and always requires A LOT of aftercare.

It is also a risky move, because if done properly (as in, non-giggle inducing) you have to accept the risk that you are going to get safeworded and have to call the scene early and deal with the mutual feeling of failure that usually accompanies a Red. It's a high risk, high reward opportunity though, because if you can get through the scene, it's often incredibally bonding and romantic for a while, and makes great masturbation fodder for years to come. It takes incredible confidence and strength of will on the part of the top and the bottom to do a rape scene properly, particularly within a trusting relationship.

There are many mild forms of rape scening that don't really count, in my book. Not that they aren't enjoyable, I myself do them far more often than I'll do an actual rape scene. You can act out a scene, either impromptu, extemporaneously or scripted, that looks very much like a rape to an outside observer. You can even add touches of realism like getting into costume or setting up situations.

However, real rape has nothing to do with what the sex looks, sounds or feels like. Acting out a Hollywood style rape is a fun fetish in and of itself, and is probably what most people have in mind when they think of this fantasy, but real rape can look very much like consensual sex, and obviously, vice-versa. In my mind a real rape scene is a sexual scene that goes riiiiiiiight up to that edge of consent. Of course, if it goes over the edge, it is really rape.

How do you accomplish this?

Well first off, the bottom needs to have a safeword. Otherwise there is really no telling if the rape scene is really just a rape or not. Moreover, keeping the bottom on that edge is half the challenge and thusly half the fun.

Next, the bottom has to be brought to, as pure would put it "a dark place of mind", or something like that. This really isn't that hard to do, if you know your bottom, but it takes balls. Everyone has sensitivities; physical, verbal, etc. To get them in a state of mind where both of you are experiencing something as closely akin to rape as you can ethically come, you have to hit some of these hot spots.

I'll take my current sub as an example. Slapping her on the face during sex would only turn her on. Slapping her on the face before sex or pulling her hair before sex would be more humiliating to her, but she's used to that by now. If I punched her in the face, I'd doubtlessly get a safeword, or worse, I wouldn't get one when I know I should. But biting her hard might be right in the sweetspot. Spitting on her face is likely to fall in this area too.

Verbally, things work similarly. Calling her a bitch or a whore wouldn't even make her blink anymore, although it used to be considered disrespectful. Calling her a dumb nigger bitch gets a more guttural reaction, but unfortunately that too is probably played out at this point. Insulting her sister might be right in the zone, but these things really need to be judged in the moment. Insulting her mother or her religion would probably ellicit a safeword, for now.

The point is to use everything in your arsenal to keep the pressure right under boiling point. I think its so great because there are so many ways to get creative with this, and it can never really "get old". It can also be extremely cathartic. I gave very general examples, but there are usually tension points in relationships that I feel can be worked through with this sort of thing. Rape scenes have sort of an inescapable "in your face" nature that I find almost always leaves the couple feeling more secure with each other if completed successfully.

H-O-T!

 

[TaintedB]

You know what word I like in connection with rape? Defilement.

 

[FurryFury]

You know what word I like in connection with rape? Defilement.

Do tell...

*plops down to listen*

Fury

 

[graceanne]

We tried it once and I got the giggles. We've discovered that role play doesn't work for us - or at least for me.

 

[Evil_Geoff]

Ever actually attempted this with a partner? Were you able to keep a straight face? Would you do it again?

I don't think I could actually go through with it and not giggle. It seems like it would defeat the whole thrill behind the fantasy to stage a rape with a trusted partner, but at the same time I would love to be proven wrong.

Please post experiances, reactions, as well ideas to heighten the authenticity factor, without breaking any laws (if that is even possible.)

I have done kidnapping and mock rape scenes (never together though... hmmmmmmm) And they can be incredibly taxing as well as rewarding. The best mock rape scene I've ever done? That takes me back about 20 years...

I was in college, and the girl I was seeing at the time was a real freak, leather and lace, role-playing, the whole nine yards. It was a BDSM relationship in everything but name because neither one of us (well, okay, I know _I_ didn't) had any real education or information about this lifestyle. But dayum, it was good while it lasted. Anyway I digress...

She had gone home, her parents were away on vacation. I followed a couple of hours later, she wasn't sure when I was going to arrive. Now folks, Western Michigan in mid winter is a cold damn place. Ski mask as accessory is not really an option, it's a necessity. Anyway, she answered the door and rather than being all gentlemanly, I slammed it open hard, pushing her back into the room and making her gasp. I reached back and grabbed the door and swung it closed hard.

"You're gonna get what's coming to ya, ya cock teasing bitch!" I growled, as I zipped open my coat and took off my gloves. She back-pedalled and turned to run away saying something like "fuck you!"

"That's the idea, ya cunt"

I chased and grabbed the back of her jeans, pulling her back hard and turned her towards me. She slapped me, but through the ski mask I didn't feel much. I grabbed her wrist and slapped the gloves across her face. That stung, I could see tears in her eyes. "BASTARD!" she screamed at me and broke away.

I dropped the gloves and stripped off my jacket as she ran from the foyer into the house, and I gave chase. I caught her at the entrance to the dining room, grabbing her wrist again, stopping her run, she turned, slipped and fell to the floor. I was all over her like white on rice. She rolled on to her back and crab crawled and kicked at me trying to get away. I had her jeans though and pull her back to me and I got my hands on her belt, and undid the buckle... she rolled over though and started to crawl under the table.

I caught her again, still going after the jeans, and pulled her legs straight back, taking her knees out from under her. Her belly hit the floor and I got on top of her, wrapping my arms around her, grabbing her tits, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. She didn't have a bra on and squealed at the hard pinch. "You fucker!" she cursed at me, and I was grinning from ear to ear as she clawed at my hands on her breasts. I know she could feel my hard-on against her ass.

I managed to roll over, pulling her onto my lap and knocking a couple of the chairs away from the table. With one hand across her breasts pulling her against my chest I used the other to reach down and rub her crotch. I growled in her ear "You're giving this up tonight, ice queen." "Like Hell!" she replied and struggled all the harder. My hand came up off her crotch and went to the zipper of her jeans as I wrapped my ankles around her lower legs and leaned back. This pulled her back down, hard against my boner and pulled the jeans tight so I could unzip them one handed.

She screamed and elbowed me hard in the ribs, but not before I had gotten a couple of fingers under her jeans and into the elastic of her undies. The elbow caught me by surprise and I grunted and my grip loosened enough that she was able to roll away from me and crawl away a couple of feet.

I managed to get a hand around her ankle, and started dragging her back to me. "Yer gonna pay for that, BITCH!" I hollered at her in fury. I slapped her across the ass HARD a couple of times and she screamed at me, I got a grip on her jeans again and this time undid the button. She kicked me hard inthe thigh and crawled away again. That hurt! I lunged forward and caught the hem of her jeans and she wiggled her ass and let them slide off her hips as she made good her escape, leaving me with nothing but empty pants.

I rolled out from under the table and got up, threw the jeans out of the dining room and followed her... she was getting up and started to run, I got there just as she turned her ass to me and I got my arms around her waist. "Oh no you don't, cunt." I said as I pulled her tight. My left hand held her tight while my right went straight down the front of her panties. I grabbed a handful of neatly trimmed bush and pulled. "This is MINE" I barked and I leaned down and bit her through her shirt on the shoulder, not hard, but enough to let her know I meant it.

Her foot came back and I had to dodge her heel or I would've been nutted. As it was I think she caught me on the same spot she kicked earlier... damn it this was getting rough. Again I lost my grip and she fled. I followed a couple of steps behind, cursing as she ran through the kitchen and turned back out into the living room. It looked like she was heading for the stairs. Or maybe the phone to call 9-1-1.

Just as she was getting to the side table by the phone I caught her again, this time by the hair... THAT got her attention. Both of her hands came up and grabbed my hand in her hair, trying to dislodge my grip. My free hand grabbed the front of her blouse and I pulled it up before she could stop it and I had her arms trapped over her head. I kept my grip on her hair and began to slap her tits... "Stop fighting and this will be over soon" I told her. That only made her kick at me.

"Enough of this shit!" I cried out and turned her toward me, the red highlights from the slaps on her tits were coming up. And her nipples were rock hard nubs at this point. I let go of her hair, bent down and put my shoulder in her belly and wrapped an arm around her and picked her up. I started slapping her ass, spanking her. My hand came down hard.. harder, and fast. She was screaming and kicking and clawing at my back but still I slammed my hand on her ass again and again. Then I stopped and grapped her panties and pulled them away from her crotch just a bit. They were sopping wet.

"Like that do you?" I asked and she screamed "NO! You fucking bastard!" "Lying little whore" I replied. "You want it so bad but you're the ice queen no one touches. Well _I'M_ gonna touch you!" And as I said that I slipped the tip of my finger between her hot, wet lips and I thought she would cum right there... but she was bucking and squirming trying to get off my shoulder...

"No, no, no!" she cried out. But there was no fucking way I wasn't going through with this. I threw her down on the couch, her shirt still over her head, pinning her arms up. I pinned her with my body and bit the tip of one nipple then the other. I sucked them in my mouth, rolled the tip of my tongue over them, biting and sucking over and over again. My left hand held her arms over her head and my right hand pulled the small sheath knife I had on my belt.

I slid the cold steel across her throat and she got very very quiet and still. I whispered, "yeah, you know what this is, bitch... " and I slid the blade down between her breasts, let the tip press right over her heart as I bit and sucked on her nipple again. And as I was suckling her right nipple, I brought the knife blade up and put it against her left nipple and then caught the nipple between my thumb and the blade, and pulled up on it just a little... She whimpered.

With her nipple clamped between my teeth I lifted my head and she groaned. I hissed out, "Are ya gonna fight anymore?" And she let out a tearful "no, sir" and whimpered again. I released her left nippple from the grip of the knife and brought the cold steel down the bottom of her breast and slowly trailed the tip of it down the soft flat expanse of her belly... her breathing was shallow, fast, she was almost panting, I kept her right nipple in my teeth as I turned my head to watch the knife slide under the elastic at the top of her panties.

Pulling up I lifted the waist band away from her hip and slowly cuth through the fabric until there was only a few strands left. I lowered the blade, slid through the soft downy hair there and her hips lifted, pushing against the knife. On the other hip I repeated the process and stopped just short of cutting all the way through her waist band. Then, setting the knife aside I grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning her as I moved between her legs.

"NOOOO!" she screamed! and tried to buck away, to close her legs to me. But I leaned forward, I was too close for her to escape. I grabbed the panties by the front and pulled away, hard, ripping them off her body. "NONONONO!" she kept screaming as I reached down and undid my fly. I was on my knees in front of the couch and slipped my underwear down, releasing my cock, still using my left hand to keep her pinned. With my right hand I maneuvered the head and rubbed it agains her swollen and ready lips, against her clit... precum adding to the already copious wetness. She moaned and shuddered... the no's were no longer screams, they were but whispers.

I slipped the tip of my shaft between her lips again.. her hips writhed and lifted.. "No" she pleaded. "Shut up, bitch" I growled and my left hand slid down around her throat. With my right hand I guided my cock, rubbing around and over that oh, so sweet, spot. She was shivering, and I stopped teasing, I put the head right _there_ and used my thumb and index finger to spread her further open. And I plunged in.

She bucked up against me but my hand at her throat held her fast as I gave her every bit of me, my right hand slid under her hips, lifting as I started to grind and thrust against her. She was crying, screaming, writhing as I fucked her. I slapped her tits with my left hand, once, twice, again and again.. then I had to grab her hips with both hands as I rocked us back and forth. I was in my rhythm, getting closer and closer to the edge. She was getting there too. I slipped my hands up her body, under her shoulders, I thrust hard and deep and lifted her up against me as I leaned back and dropped my ass to my heels. She slid down the length of my shaft then, and I pulled the shirt over her head and freed her arms. We rocked back and forth back and forth and I lifted up and leaned forward, pinning her against the couch, biting her nipples and shoulders, she screamed and came.

I thrust harder and faster, reared up and slammed into her for all I was worth, I rode her like a bucking bronco and her contractions pushed me over the edge. I came, and my hot spunk unleashed another orgasm from her.. I'm not sure who was screaming louder at that point.

I collapsed against her after that mind shattering orgasm, my hands brushing her hair, touching her, caressing her body, soft, gentle strokes as I rubbed my still ski-masked face against her neck and shoulders... "oh god, oh my god." she kept mumbling and nuzzling, her hands stroked my back, my shoulders, finally lifting off the ski mask and kissing me.

"That was incredible, oh my god." she said. "How did you know? How did you know I wanted that?"

"I don't know, baby. I don't know. It just seemed to be the thing to do at the time." And that, my friends, was my hottest mock rape scene, and the start of a mind-bogglingly fun weekend.

Non-negotiated, spur of the moment, Oh My GAWD hot.

Hope you enjoyed. *evil wicked grin*

I wonder where she's been these last 20 years? I wonder if she ever found her way into the Scene. I'd like to find her again and find out. Because I think I've learned a few things that would REALLY trip her trigger now...

 

[TaintedB]

Do tell...

*plops down to listen*

Fury

LOL, try this one on for size. Not by me, unfortunately I'm not this extreme...yet.

http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/wholestory.php?storyid=3753

 

[FurryFury]

I have done kidnapping and mock rape scenes (never together though... hmmmmmmm) And they can be incredibly taxing as well as rewarding. The best mock rape scene I've ever done? That takes me back about 20 years...

I was in college, and the girl I was seeing at the time was a real freak, leather and lace, role-playing, the whole nine yards. It was a BDSM relationship in everything but name because neither one of us (well, okay, I know _I_ didn't) had any real education or information about this lifestyle. But dayum, it was good while it lasted. Anyway I digress...

She had gone home, her parents were away on vacation. I followed a couple of hours later, she wasn't sure when I was going to arrive. Now folks, Western Michigan in mid winter is a cold damn place. Ski mask as accessory is not really an option, it's a necessity. Anyway, she answered the door and rather than being all gentlemanly, I slammed it open hard, pushing her back into the room and making her gasp. I reached back and grabbed the door and swung it closed hard.

"You're gonna get what's coming to ya, ya cock teasing bitch!" I growled, as I zipped open my coat and took off my gloves. She back-pedalled and turned to run away saying something like "fuck you!"

"That's the idea, ya cunt"

I chased and grabbed the back of her jeans, pulling her back hard and turned her towards me. She slapped me, but through the ski mask I didn't feel much. I grabbed her wrist and slapped the gloves across her face. That stung, I could see tears in her eyes. "BASTARD!" she screamed at me and broke away.

I dropped the gloves and stripped off my jacket as she ran from the foyer into the house, and I gave chase. I caught her at the entrance to the dining room, grabbing her wrist again, stopping her run, she turned, slipped and fell to the floor. I was all over her like white on rice. She rolled on to her back and crab crawled and kicked at me trying to get away. I had her jeans though and pull her back to me and I got my hands on her belt, and undid the buckle... she rolled over though and started to crawl under the table.

I caught her again, still going after the jeans, and pulled her legs straight back, taking her knees out from under her. Her belly hit the floor and I got on top of her, wrapping my arms around her, grabbing her tits, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. She didn't have a bra on and squealed at the hard pinch. "You fucker!" she cursed at me, and I was grinning from ear to ear as she clawed at my hands on her breasts. I know she could feel my hard-on against her ass.

I managed to roll over, pulling her onto my lap and knocking a couple of the chairs away from the table. With one hand across her breasts pulling her against my chest I used the other to reach down and rub her crotch. I growled in her ear "You're giving this up tonight, ice queen." "Like Hell!" she replied and struggled all the harder. My hand came up off her crotch and went to the zipper of her jeans as I wrapped my ankles around her lower legs and leaned back. This pulled her back down, hard against my boner and pulled the jeans tight so I could unzip them one handed.

She screamed and elbowed me hard in the ribs, but not before I had gotten a couple of fingers under her jeans and into the elastic of her undies. The elbow caught me by surprise and I grunted and my grip loosened enough that she was able to roll away from me and crawl away a couple of feet.

I managed to get a hand around her ankle, and started dragging her back to me. "Yer gonna pay for that, BITCH!" I hollered at her in fury. I slapped her across the ass HARD a couple of times and she screamed at me, I got a grip on her jeans again and this time undid the button. She kicked me hard inthe thigh and crawled away again. That hurt! I lunged forward and caught the hem of her jeans and she wiggled her ass and let them slide off her hips as she made good her escape, leaving me with nothing but empty pants.

I rolled out from under the table and got up, threw the jeans out of the dining room and followed her... she was getting up and started to run, I got there just as she turned her ass to me and I got my arms around her waist. "Oh no you don't, cunt." I said as I pulled her tight. My left hand held her tight while my right went straight down the front of her panties. I grabbed a handful of neatly trimmed bush and pulled. "This is MINE" I barked and I leaned down and bit her through her shirt on the shoulder, not hard, but enough to let her know I meant it.

Her foot came back and I had to dodge her heel or I would've been nutted. As it was I think she caught me on the same spot she kicked earlier... damn it this was getting rough. Again I lost my grip and she fled. I followed a couple of steps behind, cursing as she ran through the kitchen and turned back out into the living room. It looked like she was heading for the stairs. Or maybe the phone to call 9-1-1.

Just as she was getting to the side table by the phone I caught her again, this time by the hair... THAT got her attention. Both of her hands came up and grabbed my hand in her hair, trying to dislodge my grip. My free hand grabbed the front of her blouse and I pulled it up before she could stop it and I had her arms trapped over her head. I kept my grip on her hair and began to slap her tits... "Stop fighting and this will be over soon" I told her. That only made her kick at me.

"Enough of this shit!" I cried out and turned her toward me, the red highlights from the slaps on her tits were coming up. And her nipples were rock hard nubs at this point. I let go of her hair, bent down and put my shoulder in her belly and wrapped an arm around her and picked her up. I started slapping her ass, spanking her. My hand came down hard.. harder, and fast. She was screaming and kicking and clawing at my back but still I slammed my hand on her ass again and again. Then I stopped and grapped her panties and pulled them away from her crotch just a bit. They were sopping wet.

"Like that do you?" I asked and she screamed "NO! You fucking bastard!" "Lying little whore" I replied. "You want it so bad but you're the ice queen no one touches. Well _I'M_ gonna touch you!" And as I said that I slipped the tip of my finger between her hot, wet lips and I thought she would cum right there... but she was bucking and squirming trying to get off my shoulder...

"No, no, no!" she cried out. But there was no fucking way I wasn't going through with this. I threw her down on the couch, her shirt still over her head, pinning her arms up. I pinned her with my body and bit the tip of one nipple then the other. I sucked them in my mouth, rolled the tip of my tongue over them, biting and sucking over and over again. My left hand held her arms over her head and my right hand pulled the small sheath knife I had on my belt.

I slid the cold steel across her throat and she got very very quiet and still. I whispered, "yeah, you know what this is, bitch... " and I slid the blade down between her breasts, let the tip press right over her heart as I bit and sucked on her nipple again. And as I was suckling her right nipple, I brought the knife blade up and put it against her left nipple and then caught the nipple between my thumb and the blade, and pulled up on it just a little... She whimpered.

With her nipple clamped between my teeth I lifted my head and she groaned. I hissed out, "Are ya gonna fight anymore?" And she let out a tearful "no, sir" and whimpered again. I released her left nippple from the grip of the knife and brought the cold steel down the bottom of her breast and slowly trailed the tip of it down the soft flat expanse of her belly... her breathing was shallow, fast, she was almost panting, I kept her right nipple in my teeth as I turned my head to watch the knife slide under the elastic at the top of her panties.

Pulling up I lifted the waist band away from her hip and slowly cuth through the fabric until there was only a few strands left. I lowered the blade, slid through the soft downy hair there and her hips lifted, pushing against the knife. On the other hip I repeated the process and stopped just short of cutting all the way through her waist band. Then, setting the knife aside I grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning her as I moved between her legs.

"NOOOO!" she screamed! and tried to buck away, to close her legs to me. But I leaned forward, I was too close for her to escape. I grabbed the panties by the front and pulled away, hard, ripping them off her body. "NONONONO!" she kept screaming as I reached down and undid my fly. I was on my knees in front of the couch and slipped my underwear down, releasing my cock, still using my left hand to keep her pinned. With my right hand I maneuvered the head and rubbed it agains her swollen and ready lips, against her clit... precum adding to the already copious wetness. She moaned and shuddered... the no's were no longer screams, they were but whispers.

I slipped the tip of my shaft between her lips again.. her hips writhed and lifted.. "No" she pleaded. "Shut up, bitch" I growled and my left hand slid down around her throat. With my right hand I guided my cock, rubbing around and over that oh, so sweet, spot. She was shivering, and I stopped teasing, I put the head right _there_ and used my thumb and index finger to spread her further open. And I plunged in.

She bucked up against me but my hand at her throat held her fast as I gave her every bit of me, my right hand slid under her hips, lifting as I started to grind and thrust against her. She was crying, screaming, writhing as I fucked her. I slapped her tits with my left hand, once, twice, again and again.. then I had to grab her hips with both hands as I rocked us back and forth. I was in my rhythm, getting closer and closer to the edge. She was getting there too. I slipped my hands up her body, under her shoulders, I thrust hard and deep and lifted her up against me as I leaned back and dropped my ass to my heels. She slid down the length of my shaft then, and I pulled the shirt over her head and freed her arms. We rocked back and forth back and forth and I lifted up and leaned forward, pinning her against the couch, biting her nipples and shoulders, she screamed and came.

I thrust harder and faster, reared up and slammed into her for all I was worth, I rode her like a bucking bronco and her contractions pushed me over the edge. I came, and my hot spunk unleashed another orgasm from her.. I'm not sure who was screaming louder at that point.

I collapsed against her after that mind shattering orgasm, my hands brushing her hair, touching her, caressing her body, soft, gentle strokes as I rubbed my still ski-masked face against her neck and shoulders... "oh god, oh my god." she kept mumbling and nuzzling, her hands stroked my back, my shoulders, finally lifting off the ski mask and kissing me.

"That was incredible, oh my god." she said. "How did you know? How did you know I wanted that?"

"I don't know, baby. I don't know. It just seemed to be the thing to do at the time." And that, my friends, was my hottest mock rape scene, and the start of a mind-bogglingly fun weekend.

Non-negotiated, spur of the moment, Oh My GAWD hot.

Hope you enjoyed. *evil wicked grin*

I wonder where she's been these last 20 years? I wonder if she ever found her way into the Scene. I'd like to find her again and find out. Because I think I've learned a few things that would REALLY trip her trigger now...

Wow!

Evil Geoff!

Wow, wow, wow! Thanks for sharing!

*grins*

Thanks a lot!

This is going in my personal collection of reading material.

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

LOL, try this one on for size. Not by me, unfortunately I'm not this extreme...yet.

http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/wholestory.php?storyid=3753

Yummy! TaintedB!

Very good stuff!

Thanks for that!

Fury

 

[blondie03]

Evil Geoff .. OMG this is the best thing I have read in a while .. *portions of this text has been removed*

edited to add: I must of been smokin crack when I wrote that last night

 

[graceanne]

Actually one of the reasons a play rape scene would never work between me and K is I'd know it's really K and be careful about hurting him too much. I mean pulling hair stuff like that - no problem. I do that when we wrestle anyway, but I wouldn't bite hard enough to leave marks and I would never try to kick him in the balls.

EG - cool story by the way.

 

[TaintedB]

PS to the Duckie lover: you look stunning in that new avatar. Very nice photo of you!

 

[TaintedB]

Yummy! TaintedB!

Very good stuff!

Thanks for that!

Fury

You are welcome. It certainly rocked me: turned me on and disturbed me both at the same time (my def. of yummy).

It hits close to home in some ways, doesn't it?

 

[DVS]

Ever actually attempted this with a partner? Were you able to keep a straight face? Would you do it again?

I don't think I could actually go through with it and not giggle. It seems like it would defeat the whole thrill behind the fantasy to stage a rape with a trusted partner, but at the same time I would love to be proven wrong.

Please post experiances, reactions, as well ideas to heighten the authenticity factor, without breaking any laws (if that is even possible.)

Also, for all you writer types out there, feel free to create potential short play rape scenarios even if you have not yet tried them. The more realistic, the better!

you know, giggling is one thing, but if she doesn't know it's me and knees me in the groin, I'm gonna get pissed. That will also quickly stop any sexual urges I have at the moment, while I recover. I'll also be counting to make sure I still have two.

Maybe play rape should be called something else. the BDSM community should get their shit together and decide on what it's going to be called. Rape is a bad word. I do understand the enjoyment of play rape, but anyone who's been raped won't ever see those two words together, I don't think.

Now, I am not opposed to something like this, if a woman friend wants me to do it. And, if she starts giggiling, I will just probablly gag her. Maybe shove her panties into her mouth and duct tape them in. That will stop any more giggiling, I'd think.

I like rough sex, but I don't like it so much I'm willing to get clawed and scratched in the eyes and kneed and maybe accused of actual rape, if she doesn't know it's me. I know her knowing could lead to giggling, but if you have to NOT know what's going on, I don't think it's for me. I can play the part even if I know, so why can't she, too?

Maybe I have some theater blood in me or something, I don't know. Never much been into role play, but I'n not against it, if she wants to try. If she asks me for it, I would think that's kind of sexy.

I'm into rough and forced anal sex, so I think this could be right up my alley. And, if someone ever asks me to play rape her, you can be sure I'm gonna fuck her ass, whether she expects it or not. So, I'd say it would be a good thing that she knows it's me and we have kind of negociated it out, a little.

You know, I wouldn't stop with just a rape. I'd tie her up and do all sorts of things to her for my pleasure. Do you think that's allowed, in your defenition of play rape? I know it is, in mine.

 

[wolf2002]

there are lots of specific places to meet "play" rapists online

Like where?

 

[rosco rathbone]

I like to get them all mad at me; then fuck them. That's about as close as I come to "play rape".

 

[Marquis]

I like to get them all mad at me; then fuck them. That's about as close as I come to "play rape".

Really? I'm not into that.

 

[stageleft]

role play rape

my g/f and i stumbled innocently on this fantasy quite by chance..she noticed some inexpensive summer dresses at an open air market & i playfully suggested buying an extra dress so i could rip & tear it off her..she was thrilled with the idea & back home i almost tore her dress in half..it was so exhilerating..weve since expanded on this when i said id love to rape her in a wood & ravage her in a deep pile of leaves..there is no fear factor involved but we both love this theme immensly.

 

[La Kajira]

Holy crap!

I need to start bringing ice water with me when I visit here... whew!

Marquis, Evil Geoff, all of you! WOW!

Very hot stuff... I've enjoyed reading it. Definately a turn on...

 

[Evil_Geoff]

Awwwww, thank you kinkly... I mean kindly! All o' y'all!

*blush*

Keep it up, you might get me to start writing seriously again. Well, as seriously as I ever write. I'm too much of a smart-ass to stay serious about anything for very long...

 

[Private_Label]

.... And that, my friends, was my hottest mock rape scene, and the start of a mind-bogglingly fun weekend.

Non-negotiated, spur of the moment, Oh My GAWD hot.

Hope you enjoyed. *evil wicked grin*

*curled up on self wimpering*

 

[Evil_Geoff]

*curled up on self wimpering*

Now I'm not sure if that's a good "OMG that was hot" whimpering, or if that's a bad "OMG that brings back some terrible memories" whimpering, PL. If it is the former, thank you! I'll take it as a wonderful compliment.

If, on the other hand, it's that latter, I do apologize. It was not my intention to cause _that_ kind of pain for anyone. Let me know off list or pm and we can talk.