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Mia had some secrets. Things that she kept from everyone. Things no one would ever guess about a sweet, shy girl like her.

She worked as an assistant at a satellite office for Time Magazine. She wanted to become an editor, with time, but she was young and hadn't really cut her teeth in the journalism world quite yet. The staff liked her, but most of them held doubts that she'd one day become the "serious journalist" she wanted to be. She was too gentle, not stubborn enough, too shy and too much of a wallflower. She was the sort of girl you'd expect to see writing pieces about the local bake sale, not out in war-zones reporting on danger and excitement.

She was cute, shorter than average with wavy dark hair, large green eyes, and a button nose. Her skin was creamy and flawless but for some light freckles dusted over her nose, often obscured by a large pair of glasses. She tended towards comfortable but professional clothing, often looser and more flowing. She had lovely, generous proportions, but they were often somewhat obscured by her loose-fitting clothes and tendency towards scarves. She was fashionable, in a casual sort of way, but never really looked like she was trying to be: accidentally fashionable, in a manner of speaking.

She looked innocent, she blushed easily, and she had a quiet, breathy voice that was so stereotypically shy and cute that people often guessed she was younger than she actually was. She looked like the kind of girl who had to be a virgin, who wanted to wait until marriage, who would never imagine anything but boring missionary.

But oh, how wrong those guesses would be.

Mia's secrets were her fantasies. It had started when she was a teenager; she had been craving romance, the sort that would be filled these days by the likes of Twilight for young teenage girls, but Mia had missed that train by a few years. Instead, she'd come across what romance novels were available at the time - "bodice rippers," as they were often called. Strong men and strong-willed women, where the men couldn't contain their desires and the sex was often rough and explosive. Where the consent of the act was often at least in question, even if the reader always knew she secretly wanted him, desperately. Mia had found the concept enthralling; a man who knew what he wanted and simply took it, whose desires were so passionate they bordered on violent, who knew, despite her protests, that the object of his desires wanted him too. She just had to be shown.

There was a man like that on her train, every night. Mia usually worked until dinner and then went out for food - she was a horrible cook, no matter how much her mother had tried to teach her - so she always got on the train after rush hour. The trains weren't empty, then, but they weren't packed either. She usually sat with the same small group of people on the same car, coming home from a slightly later work shift like she was. And in that group was this lovely specimen of masculinity. Tall, broad-shouldered, refined in his sense of style and confidence, with his disarmingly intense gaze that Mia felt naked under any time he looked her way. He thought about him embarrassingly often, given that she didn't know his name. So embarrassingly often, in fact, that he'd become the center of her own fantasies. She would never make the claim that she was obsessed with him - that was far too strong a word. Rather, she simply appreciated - more than she should - his image. And his voice (she'd heard him on the phone once, and his voice had this rich, lovely timbre that fit perfectly with his image). He was a better example of what she desired than anything her imagination would come up with, so she simply made him into the central character of her fantasies, even knowing that he wasn't at all likely to behave like she imagined. But really, what did that matter? They were only fantasies, after all. Harmless, right?

Over time, the fantasies developed, as they are wont to do. They started innocently - she liked to think about herself as the heroine of one of her favourite novels, and him as the hero. She imagined the scenes in which they finally gave in to their desires and engaged their passions. Soon, it developed into alternate versions of those scenes, but instead of being in the context of the novel, he would get off the train at her stop, he would admit to thinking about her, and kiss her, and then invite her home with him. Then they became so desirous that he wouldn't even invite her home - they would simply find some secluded corner and have their tryst, unable to wait longer than that.

As time went on, it became less consensual and more primal. He would simply take her, no words exchanged at all. She would offer a token effort of resistance, for it wasn't proper for a woman to fuck a man she'd never spoken to, and she shouldn't be okay with him simply taking her like that. And he would use force, because he couldn't make himself stop, so great was his passion.

Mia's fantasies eventually became so detailed that she started writing them down. There were a few that she particularly liked, and she'd written them out in great, erotic detail in a small journal she kept in her purse, between varying personal entries. Sometimes she read them when she was alone - it was much more arousing than porn had ever been for her. Sometimes she would sneak in a page or two at work, or on the train, feeling thrilled by the taboo of reading about such things in public.

Mia would be horrified if anyone discovered her secret. It was embarrassing to imagine anyone would know that sweet, innocent Mia wanted such dirty, unspeakable things. And so Mia would be terribly embarrassed to learn that she'd accidentally dropped her book on the train as she was getting off, leaving a small, nondescript little green spiral-bound notebook sitting on the seat after she'd stepped off. Unorganized as she could be sometimes, Mia would simply assume that she'd accidentally left it at home, and she'd come across it eventually. It would never even cross her mind that the object of her fantasies might pick it up and learn of all the things she desired. Especially since, if he found the right handful of journal entries, it would be impossible for him to imagine that they were about anyone else.

 

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Mia's Journal - Story 1 - The Train

I'm sitting on the train, on my way home from work, as usual. But unlike normal, the train has emptied out faster, so I'm alone, except for him. There are at least six more stops until my stop, so we'll be alone together for a while, and I'm trying to work up the courage to say something to him when he stands and comes over to sit next to me. I can feel myself blushing. I have to say something to him now, right? But before I do, he reaches over and places his hand on my knee. It's warm and strong, gripping just hard enough that I can't shake it off. I'm immediately embarrassed. I have no idea what he's doing, but I don't move. I'm too stunned and shy to say anything, and my voice escapes me entirely when his hand starts sliding slowly up my leg.

Surprised and startled, I jump to my feet and blush, and demand to know what he's doing. He just smiles and tells me to be a good girl and do what he says. Hearing him call me a good girl is so hot, my pussy starts throbbing, but this isn't right, right? I shouldn't want this. He tells me to sit down, but I shake my head. No way should I be letting some random guy fondle me! He seems a bit disappointed and stands up, so I back away. He steps towards me, so I back away some more, so he steps towards me again, and this continues until I'm standing with my back pressed against the locked door that runs between the cars. I have nowhere to go, and he's looming over me, and I know he's going to touch me again, so I try to push him. I'm a weakling, of course, so he doesn't move at all. All the time, he's wearing this sexy, patient smile, and I'm embarrassed to admit that I like it.

He grabs my wrists, and his hands are big enough to hold both in one of his hands pretty firmly. That's when I realize he can pin me while still keeping his other hand free, and that's when I start to get a bit scared. I struggle, trying to pull my hands away, but he's strong, and it's definitely impossible to break his grip once he has my hands pinned against the door over my head. I realize that now there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop him. He can do whatever he wants to me. I'm helpless, and my traitor body loves it. I can feel my pussy flooding with wetness.

He pushes his free hand up under my skirt and smiles when he feels that I've already soaked my panties. He starts rubbing me through my panties, whispering dirty things into my ear about how I must actually like this, how I'm secretly a little slut who wants to be used this way. And with every word, I get wetter, and I think he might be right. He pushes my panties aside and slides two fingers deep into my waiting cunt, fingering me slowly, teasingly, telling me he'll only let me cum once I admit that I want it. I struggle for a bit, but my body is starting to take over, and I haven't ever felt this aroused before. But, as promised, he brings me up to the edge and then tapers off, over and over again, telling me that he'll let my slutty little cunt cum only when I admit that I want this.

Once I start letting myself moan and admit that I might want it, he changes his tune - he tells me now that I have to beg him to fuck me. I refuse, at first, but then he gets his cock out and starts rubbing it against my slit. It's big and hot and hard and I really do want it, but I can't admit it to him. He teases my clit with it and I'm starting to get desperate to cum, so I finally break down and ask him to fuck me. He makes me beg, saying it a bunch of different times in a variety of dirty ways, calling myself a fuck toy and a cum-hungry slut before he finally pushes his cock inside me.

He fucks me hard. I cum pretty quick, but he doesn't relent and he ends up having to cover my mouth to muffle my screams. He makes me cum twice on his cock before he finally blows his load inside me.

Once he's finished, he lets me go and I collapse. He gets out a handkerchief, cleans off his cock, then hands it to me before zipping up and getting off the train at the next stop.

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Mia's Journal - Story 2 - Home Invasion

I didn't notice him getting off the train at the same stop as me. He keeps far enough behind on the short walk home that I don't realize I'm being followed. It isn't until I get back to my house and I've unlocked the door that I notice the shadow looming over me. I turn around and it's him, but before I can say anything, he opens the door and pushes me inside.

I cry out, indignant, and try to push him back outside, but he's much bigger than me, and much stronger. He grabs me, one hand over my mouth with the other around my waist, and forces me upstairs to my bedroom. When we get there, he tells me he won't gag me if I stay quiet, so I nod, and start begging him - quietly - not to hurt me. He grabs a scarf off my dresser and ties my hands behind my back, then pushes me down on the bed, promising that if I'm good, this isn't going to hurt at all.

I tell him I don't want this, that I'll do whatever he wants if he promises not to, and he tells me not to be silly, that this is what I want. I know he should be wrong, but he's not - my body really does want this. My pussy has been throbbing since the moment I realized what he wanted.

He peels of my pants - he has to stop and grab my legs a few times because I keep kicking, but it's not going to stop him. Just slow him down a little. He doesn't seem interested in repeating the process with my panties, because he just tears those off. Then he pushes my legs apart and starts licking slowly at my pussy, telling me about how wet I am, and how good I taste. I ask him to stop again, but he just starts licking more deeply, and tells me to stop resisting, because I clearly want this. He drives me to the edge of orgasm before he finally pulls away, and tells me that if I'm a good little cocksucker, he'll let me cum for him.

He pulls me up off the bed and kneels me on the floor in front of him, and asks me again if I want to cum. I shake my head, but he just sighs and says he's disappointed I still insist on lying. Then he unzips his pants, gets out his cock, and brings it to my lips. He tells me to please him, and that he'll be upset if I don't, and I can hear a slight threat in his voice, so I promise to do my best and start sucking his cock. It tastes wonderful - like salt and musk. I get distracted by it and forget that I'm not supposed to want this, and I moan when I start taking him into my throat. He calls me a good girl and I remember this isn't supposed to be enjoyable, but my pussy is starting to feel needy again.

After a while, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and tells me I did good, then he pushes me back up onto the bed, this time place me so I'm face-down, but with my ass in the air. I start begging him not to do this, that I'll make him cum with my mouth if he wants, but he just shakes his head and slides his cock into my dripping, waiting pussy.

He fucks me almost painfully slowly, so I can feel every inch of him inside, like he wants this to last forever. His fingers start teasing my clit and soon I can't hold back anymore - I start moaning. Once that happens, he speeds up a little, groaning about how pleased he is that his little fuck toy has finally admitted that she loves what's happening to her. I try to say that I don't, but it's not very convincing when I'm moaning and thrusting back against him as much as I can.

He keeps up that teasingly slow pace for what feels like forever. I lose count of the number of times I cum, but he's gentle enough to stop for a moment and let me rest after each one. Finally, he starts speeding up a little more, and with my last orgasm, he doesn't give me a break - he just keeps fucking me until he cums himself, prolonging my orgasm until I can't even breathe.

Then he unties me, tells me that I'll never cum like that for anyone else because I'm his little slut, and leaves. I can't even walk the next day.

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Mia's Journal - Story 3 - Bound

When I get off the train, I'm followed by someone. I hear his voice say, "Excuse me," and I turn around to see him holding out a plastic water bottle. "You dropped this." I thank him and take it, not knowing that it's not actually mine. And it's drugged. I manage to get out of the train station before the drug hits me. It's fast acting; I barely stumble before I black out.

When I wake, I'm in a bedroom I don't recognize. Might be a hotel, I'm not sure. But more importantly, I'm bound spread-eagle to the bed, naked, and there's a make-shift gag in my mouth. And he's sitting next to the bed, waiting for me. He tells me not to make a sound, and that he'll take out the gag if I promise to be quiet. So I nod, and he takes out the gag, and I ask him to let me go. He says he can't do that, that he's not done with me yet, and starts running his hands over my body, telling me how beautiful I am, how he's been so tempted by me for so long that now he just can't help himself.

I get scared and ask him to let me go. He says that I haven't fulfilled my promise not to make a sound, and puts the gag back in. Then he blindfolds me, too, and I panic a bit, but he whispers that I'll be safe and he wants only to make me feel good. I can't respond, but my body is responding without my permission: my nipples are hard and my pussy is getting wetter by the second.

He spends a while simply enjoying my body - licking and pinching my nipples, kneading my breasts and ass, kissing my neck, belly and thighs. It's always startling when he touches me because I can't see him, but that only makes my arousal stronger.

After a little while, he pulls away and I can hear him moving around, but I'm not sure what he's doing. Then I hear it: the telltale buzzing of a vibrator. I squirm, trying to get away, but the bonds hold fast and he touches it to my pussy lips, right up against my entrance, and against my clit. He tells me how beautiful my pussy is, how he can see it throbbing and how much I want him to fuck me.

He takes my gag out again, but doesn't get rid of the blindfold. He says it's because he wants to hear me moan. I tell him I won't, but he just laughs and presses the vibe against my clit again, this time fucking me with his fingers at the same time. My hips start thrusting against his hand, but I keep my mouth shut, refusing to moan for him, but I can't last forever. A noise soon escapes me, and it's like the breaking of a dam. After the first moan, I just can't stop. He tells me that the sound is getting him hard, and he needs to fuck me. I tell him I don't want to, but he says my moans say otherwise.

I hear him undress, and I can feel him climb on top of me. I spend the whole time telling him no, I don't want to, but he ignores me and thrusts inside, fucking me powerfully. After a few minutes, I can feel him shifting around a bit, and then he starts pumping into me again, but this time the vibe is pressed against my clit and I explode. I cum so hard I can barely stand it, but he doesn't let up - he keeps the vibe against my clit and keeps fucking me hard, even while I scream with overwhelming pleasure - it's a hotel, it's not like anyone is going to guess this is rape instead of consensual sex. Soon, he cums too, and finally lets up, getting off of me, but he doesn't let me go.

He keeps me for most of the night. He gets me a drink of water between sessions, but other than that, he does nothing but fuck me, over and over, only waiting in between for his refractory period to end. It's dawn when he finally cleans himself up, unties me, and leaves me to shower, dress, and find my way home.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian had spent a long time feeling as though the world was playing one big 'joke' on him. He had been bullied when he was young, and as he had grown and had certainly become much more confident in himself, he still held himself with a large amount of high regard for manners and etiquette.

Those two things had been some of the main reasons he had maintained himself with who he was. Even as he had gone to college and had become a successful businessman, Damian seemed to constantly have trouble being open and confident with others. Especially women. Women seemed to be his Achilles heel, and though he was incredibly polite, Damian never did anything further. The proverbial gentleman, he held doors open, said please and thank you, and never over stepped his bounds.

He worked downtown and being the floor supervisor, he never had time ( at least he told himself that) to go out, and as such he always caught the later train home. There was always a seat on the train for him in his favorite spot facing towards the back of the train where his longer legs could stretch slightly. He worked hard and lived simply. It was nothing extravagant, but Damian liked it that way.

He had noticed her a few times on the last few trips. After all they both took the same train at the same time heading in the same direction as one another. Her dark hair, those eyes... he found her irresistible. Yet he never had the courage to talk to her. He had heard others talk to her, and make idle chit chat... but Damian had NEVER imagined that she would be anything like her journal would detail.

Yet on that fateful day Damian noticed her get up, noticed the notebook fall to the seat, and before he had a chance to give it back to her, she was gone and the doors were closed. Cursing himself for having missed a chance to even speak to her, Damian took the book and stowed it into his sdhoulder bag.

Once he reached home though he opened the first page, hoping that perhaps she had put her phone number into the book just in case. Noticing the subject of the writing though Damian blushed, yet couldn't help but read. At first he felt very 'naughty' in even reading the passages, but when he 'found' the first story, his breath caught in his throat.

He realized immediately who the 'subject' of her fantasies was which only made him blush harder, and yet speaking of hard, his thick long cock pulsed with desire. He, along with everyone else really had no idea she had such wants, such needs, and yet he read on. Slipping his hand into his pants, his thick fingers wrapped around his turgid shaft as he read on... though stopping after a moment, he pulled his hand away.

Realizing her desires centered around being 'forced', Damian was astounded. Quietly over the next days he took note of which exact stop she left from... which direction she headed. All three of her desires and fantasies had spoken to him, yet each one seemed to call for something else.

He truly didn't think he could 'do' the first fantasy, at least not for the first time.. yet following her home... that was beyond him as well... and drugging her, that seemed to take away the fun of the whole situation. Finally though he had made his decision. He waited for a Friday, when he ensured that he had nothing going on ( not that he had much with his current social life going on anyway), and having his jacket hanging over his shoulders along with his belt and handsome suit, he quietly got up and followed her off the train.

His breath was shallow, nervous... he knew some fantasies were never meant to be reality, but Damian believed that this was going to happen, and after countless thoughts and plans, he was putting his plan into action. He would follow her home, and make her second fantasy come true. He was thankful for the fantasy being written out... it did provide him a guide on how this would 'go' though he also had a very good idea that nothing ever went right according to plan.

He simply hoped she WOULD want in reality what she had wanted in fantasy!

 

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Mia whistled happily on her way home. She was in a particularly good mood - her boss had congratulated her today on a job well done on her recent project. She was going to go home, pour herself a nice bath and reward herself with a good movie and some ice cream. She liked those simple pleasures.

She didn't realize anyone was following her. Her neighbourhood was lovely and safe, and it hadn't quite gotten dark yet, so the idea that she should be nervous seemed absurd. Besides, she had no reason to believe her darkest fantasies were well on their way to coming true: even if she turned around and saw the man from the train behind her, the idea of her story becoming real was so far from her mind that she simply would have assumed it was a fluke - that he was going to visit a friend tonight instead of going home, or that he had business in this part of town this evening. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined what was going through his head at the moment.

She fumbled with her bag as she walked up the stairs to her door and nearly ruined everything when she paused and had to go hunting for her keys, leaving Damian to hold his breath and simply hope she didn't notice him. But whatever she was thinking about, it held her attention, because she didn't notice a thing. She found her keys, smiled, and continued up the stairs.

It wasn't until she reached her door that she realized anything was happening. The small light on her front porch cast a sudden shadow over the door after she'd put the key in the lock and she gasped, turning around, startled by the abrupt presence of another person. She stepped back, feeling like the figure loomed over her so tall that she couldn't see his face, though that was more the result of the shadow than anything else. Her quick step backwards had her back pressed against the door, and all it took was a quick motion with his hand to open it behind her and send her stumbling back into the front hall. It wasn't until the light from inside the house illuminated his face that she realized who he was, and even then, her mind didn't quite make the connection between this and her deepest fantasies. Instead of reacting with fear, she gave a startled laugh. "Oh! You scared me!"

 

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Damian's heart was beating a mile a minute as he followed her. He had to admit he did like the neighborhood that she lived in... it was quiet and peaceful. He gave her a wide berth as he followed, just managing to keep her in sight. Truth be told a few times he had thought about turning around and going home. After all, her fantasies were her own, he had no right to bring them to life.

Yet he wanted to. They had thrilled him beyond belief, and truth be told he had masturbated while reading them a few times. It had taken him that entire week to build up the courage, but he was convinced that she ultimately did want what was about to happen to her. He certainly did hold his breath as she went hunting for her keys, and even as she finally found them, he waited for the perfect moment to 'strike'.

Strike was figuritive, because he didn't physically strike her in any way... and even as she stumbled back, his face was one of firm determination. As she gave that laugh though within that moment he had stepped forwards. Catching a wrist, he pushed on her other shoulder, spinning her firmly around on her heels. Twisting the arm behind her back, he was careful not to hurt her too much as the hand which had pushed her shoulder clamped over her mouth as his right foot hooked the door, kicking it closed with a slight slam.

" Be quiet and I won't hurt you." He growled into her ear as he held onto her. He fully expected her to fight, and truth be told he wanted her to... the thought of 'making' her do what he wanted was intensely arousing to him, and he was here to make her fantasy come true!

Of course SHE had no idea he had read her journal, so this was all a mystery to her, but he was physically pushing her further into her house as he was looking of course for her bedroom. The fantasy said the next step took them there, so that's where he headed with her!

 

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Mia didn't quite understand what was happening when he grabbed her and spun her around, holding her arm behind her back and his hand over her mouth. She gave an indignant cry, but it was muffled by his hand over her mouth.

"Be quiet and I won't hurt you."

Mia froze, realizing suddenly what was happening. Two things happened at once - her heart nearly exploded out of her chest in panic, and her whole body flooded with arousal. She knew she'd fantasized about this, but did she really want it? This wasn't right! She gave a cry of surprise and fear and started struggling against him, but she was well and truly helpless. She couldn't make enough noise with his hand over her mouth to be heard in the next room, never mind in the next house, and he was so much stronger than her that any struggles she made were effectively useless. She tried to pull away from him, to free her arms, or to resist going wherever he was taking her, but none of it worked. She barely slowed him down.

 

[TirithIre]

He had read quite a few stories of role play and how such things would work, and this was what he imagined in regards to it. After all she had written down this fantasy and Damian had found it and indeed it had lead to this. The first moments of surprise were clearly over when she began to struggle.

Damian had always forced himself to keep in shape. He went to the gym early in the morning every other day in order to do some weight training, not to mention cardio for his health. He had no idea that it would come in handy here, but it did. Even as she struggled more though he did slow a bit as he didn't know the layout of her house.

Finally though he found the bedroom and forcing her into it, he guided her over to the bed before he pushed her down, following as he knelt astride her body, his groin pressing against her thighs as he looked around. He didn't see an automatic sash laying around like in her written fantasy, but he did keep his one hand wrapped over her mouth as he leaned past her and opening her bedside table, he was in luck.

There was a dark black silken sash there crumpled up into the corner of the drawer, and pulling it out, Damian used it as he tied one hand and then forced the other behind her back as well. Only when he was done did he lean down closer to her ear. He knew the next line, but he hesitated for a moment, and instead leaned down past her ear and kissed her cheek gently.

He couldn't help it, but then he whispered into her ear. " If you promise not to make too much noise I won't gag you... Nod if you agree." He knew this deviated from the 'plan', but Damian didn't want her ruining this moment... and besides the die had already been cast, this was happening and they could deal with the ramifications later! For now, he waited until she agreed before he tentatively pulled his hand from her mouth, allowing her to breathe more air and speak if she wished to.

 

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Mia tried to ignore the insistent throbbing in her pussy as she was shoved down onto the bed. She knew where this was going, and while her mind still wanted to get away, her body was growing more excited by the minute. It didn't escape her notice that she'd fantasized about this. She realized, as he held her easily to the bed with one hand, that she couldn't do anything to escape him. His strength overwhelmed her completely. All she could hope was that he was as she imagined him to be, and that he wouldn't hurt her.

Perhaps it was strange, but his kiss to her cheek calmed her significantly. It was such a gentle affection, especially considering the panic of the rest of the situation, that she felt relieved - maybe she'd been right. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her. After all, what kind of violent rapist gave his victim that kind of undeniably gentle, affectionate kind of kiss? Her struggles slowed a little while she listened to his offer of not gagging her, and finally stopped while she nodded slowly.

His hand came away from her mouth, and she immediately sucked in a gasp. "Please don't hurt me!" It came out in a whisper; she was intensely aware that if she spoke too loud, he could decide to gag her at any time and she wouldn't be able to stop him. It made her want to follow his rules. But she knew, or thought she did, from the kiss that hurting her wasn't his intention - at least, not so long as she did what he wanted. So she asked another question; "What are you going to do to me?"

 

[TirithIre]

Damian had desired Mia well before he had ever discovered her Journal. He had thought about her, but being so socially awkward as he was, he had never imagined that he might even have a chance with her. He had seen how she had spoken with others, and had imagined what it would be like to be with her. When he had discovered that Journal and her fantasies, Damian had seen a whole different side of her, and liked it.

Now, he was here, making one of those fantasies come to life. The kiss wasn't a part of the fantasy, but he couldn't help it. He had wanted her to know that despite the fact he was forcing her into the situation, he didn't actually have any interest in hurting her. As she nodded, he moved his hand, though as she whispered that, he shook his head. " I don't intend to hurt you. In fact, if you're good, I have a feeling you'll enjoy this immensely." He mused.

As she asked another question though Damian was moving his hands to her pants, sliding his hands around he worked, fumbling a bit with the button before he undid the front and began to work at pulling them off her. " I think you know what I am going to do with you..." He purred, and though she would be able to slow him down in stripping the pants off her, like the other events thus far, he would succeed.

" Tell me you're not soaked with the idea of what I'm going to do to you... lie to yourself if you want." He purred as he worked at getting her pants off, his eyes intently looking at her slowly exposed panty covered groin.

 

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Mia kicked and struggled as he tried to pull her jeans off, but it was, as expected, useless. Her pants were soon off and discarded, leaving her wet panties exposed to him.

Tell me you're not soaked with the idea of what I'm going to do to you... lie to yourself if you want.

She knew he could see her wetness, and the heat in his voice did nothing but draw another flood of juices out of her throbbing wet pussy. Still, she ignored it, her face heating into a blush, and shook her head. "N-no please, I don't want this. You don't have to do this..."

 

[TirithIre]

He enjoyed her strugglings... far more than he might have expected. Her toned strong thighs and legs worked to make his task more difficult, and though she DID slow him down, Damian prevailed. As she burned with denial and embarrassment, Damian grinned as she shook her head.

" No? your mouth says no, but your body is saying yes." He growled as his strong hand slid around the fabric of her panties. Just like in her fantasy, he didn't remove her panties, instead she could hear the rip as he tore them off her.

Before he went further with her though he moved off the bed, leaving her half naked as he began to undress himself. First the jacket, then the tie and shirt, he was soon topless. It was clear he worked out, toned strong muscle showing as he left his pants on for now, and instead he moved back to the bed.

Catching an ankle, he dragged her back to the edge of the bed, his hand releasing her ankle only for both hands to catch her hips and yanking them upwards, he leaned down and in, his tongue pressing right against her soaked swollen pussy lips, taking his first taste of her as he groaned, the vibrations rolling through her as he watched her react... helpless, and yet pleasured as well!

 

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When Damian grabbed her and hauled her to the end of the bed, she didn't understand at first what was happening. Then he lifted her hips and dove into her wet and waiting pussy, and she cried out, trying to pull her hips away from his mouth. He was so, so good though... His tongue lashing her clit and licking her deeply, she'd never been eaten like this and her body loved it. She knew she was helpless, too. Her struggles to pull away did nothing but rub her pussy against his mouth, and it was becoming hard to tell if it was still her struggling to get away or just her hips bucking against his tongue in pleasure.

She bit hard on her lip to contain her moans, but she couldn't stop herself from panting. "Please, oh no, please don't... Please stop!" But as she begged him to stop doing this, it was becoming harder and harder to tell if her moans were "Please, don't! Stop!" or "Please, don't stop!"

 

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Damian grinned as she seemed confused, and yet even as she cried out and tried to escape, his entire warm strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, ensuring that she could not get away. Even as she was bucking her hips trying both to escape as well as to get more, he mashed his lips right up against the swollen lips of her pussy, his tongue stabbing inside her.

As she begged him to stop he refused... she tasted delicious and even as she kept trying to pull away, he seemed to be impossible to move. He wasn't hurting her in any way, and even though she fought herself, he seemed intent on forcing her to enjoy herself. Just like in her fantasy writing however Damian would bring her to the edge of orgasm, and yet unlike her fantasy, he didn't skip right to turning her into his cock sucker.

Instead he would bring her up to the edge of orgasm before he would pull away, placing softer kisses all over her thighs and ass, and when she would 'calm down' he would delve right back into her again, his tongue working her relentlessly... turning her pleas from stopping to pleas of letting her cum.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself, and despite her pleas, he could tell she was enjoying it as well!

 

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Mia was helpless as his tongue lashed into her over and over, driving her body insane with arousal. Her body was starting to burn, and her cries turned wordless as he tongue-fucked her relentlessly. She'd given up the pretext of fighting and her hips were grinding as much as possible against his mouth. He was going to make her orgasm and she was helpless to stop it! There was still a small part of her mind that didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she enjoyed this (as if he couldn't tell already). She fought her impending orgasm as hard as she could, only to give a cry of surprise when his mouth drew a way from her throbbing, soaked core the instant before her body rocked her over the edge regardless.

He seemed amused by her reaction and started kissing the insides of her thighs. He wasn't done yet, that much was clear. So what was he waiting for? And that was when she remembered her fantasies - how she'd written about him teasing her, making her beg for orgasm, and making her beg to be fucked. She groaned, both embarrassed and intensely aroused by the idea. But she wasn't done yet. She hadn't lost herself to the lust quite yet, so instead of begging, she said, "Please let me go..."

And his tongue returned to her pussy once again, torturing her with sweet pleasure but never granting her release. Over and over her brought her to the edge but never let her reach it.

By the time she gave in, she was nearly sobbing with need and her whole body was trembling with built up sexual tension. She felt like she was going insane. He was sucking on her clit, making the swollen nub dance over his tongue when he drew away again, sensing her impending orgasm, and she cried out in frustration. "Please! Oh god, I can't stand it anymore! Please make me cum! I need it!"

 

[TirithIre]

Damian was relentless with her, driving his tongue in and out of her, pushing her to that edge, and even as she was so lost to her own sensations, Damian was relentless with her as he brought her and then denied her. As she cried out in surprise, he grinned, though as he kissed over her trembling thighs, he heard her plea to be released.

" Not a chance." He grumbled before he would dive back in, dining upon her delightfully. Taking her over and over again to the edge, and even as he watched her trembling with her need, he wondered to himself how long it would take her to give in.

As she finally begged for him though, he pulled away again, denying her as he straightened. There was a glistening to his face from her excitement, but he was working his pants off along with his boxer style underwear. A eight inch long cock sprang out, the veins popping with how hard he was, and yet as she begged for him Damian pulled her around and off the bed, pushing her down to her knees.

" If you're a good little cock sucker, I will let you cum." He purred, though he held her head and pulled her forwards, smearing some of his pre-cum all over her lips before he pushed her onto his cock, 'forcing' her to take his cock into her mouth. " You'd better do a good job or I will have to punish you." He growled as he released her hair, letting the threat linger in the air as he let her head go, watching her intently.

 

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Mia whimpered when she realized he wasn't going to bring her to orgasm immediately, even after she finally admitted to wanting it. It hinged, apparently, on her willingness to suck his cock. She needed to cum so badly, she was ready to do whatever he asked if he would just finally give her that release... She found herself tugging on the scarf that tied her hands behind her back. She was so desperate that she would have been willing to finger herself to orgasm, punishment be damned, but his knot was tight and well tied. The only hope she had was to please him.

And as if that wasn't enough of a motivator, he threatened her with some unnamed punishment if she didn't please him. The dark tone in his voice told her that, despite his apparent desire that she enjoy this violation, he certainly had the capability to see to it she didn't. So she nodded and opened her mouth like a good little girl, letting him push his cock inside.

He tasted like sex. Like masculinity and musk and arousal, and her pussy started throbbing harder, making her moan over his cock. Her tongue danced around the head while she sucked eagerly on the shaft. She looked up at him, trying to read his face, trying to see what he liked - she knew she shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't care whether he liked it. He was raping her. And yet, deliriously, all she could think about was the ache between her legs and his promise to finally bring her release. And so she sucked eagerly and hard, like she wanted to suck the cum right out of his cock, hoping desperately to finish him quickly so he would finally stop torturing her with all of this teasing and bring her to her climax.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian grinned at her little whimper... he couldn't honestly believe how much of a thrill he was experiencing over the power play that this was... and despite the fact that in every regard he was raping her, it really brought to question the morality of it all. Once she discovered his discovery, it would make more sense, but for now it was her fantasy come to life!

As she opened her mouth like a good little cocksucker, Damian groaned at the hot wet sucking of her mouth. " Shit..." He grumbled, though as she sucked so eagerly at him, Damian grinned to her. " Such a good cocksucker..." He grumbled, he not knowing where such derogatory comments came from, this bravado... it was so unlike him.

Even from her admirations from afar, he had appeared the gentleman, and he truly was. As she sucked at him like a wanton whore though those those thoughts left him and he took a firm hold of her head. " That's it... take it all." He growled, 'forcing' her to take him right into her throat. Once she had done so though Damian didn't want to cum just yet.. so even though she was really getting into it... again he denied her.

Pulling her lips and mouth off his cock he grinned. " You did well, so now I will make you cum." He pulled her up and turning her, he bent her over the side of the bed again... she knowing what was coming... and even though she would more than likely beg for him not to, they both knew how much she wanted him to fuck her senseless!

 

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Mia yelped when he pushed her down onto the bed again. She couldn't catch herself because her arms were tied behind her back, so her chest bounced against the bed and she struggled to straighten, but she couldn't quite manage it and all she did was end up wriggling her ass at him.

"Wait!" she breathed, struggling to get away from him. His hands held her hips in place and she couldn't move. She was exposed, helpless, and her body loved it. The idea that she couldn't stop him from taking her again and again drove a jolt of powerful lust through her body. "Please don't! I'll finish you in my mouth, I'll do anything, just please not this!" She'd cooled enough while sucking him off that a powerful awareness of how wrong this was had returned - she was no longer mindlessly begging to cum, though she knew from the deep, hot throb in her pussy that, the moment he entered her, she'd be back to deliriously wanting him. Her pride was bruised by the idea that he could do this to her - take her against her will and then force her to enjoy it. While she still had her mind, she had to resist.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian had to smile when Mia yelped, and even as she 'wiggled' her ass at him, he moved to her and grinned. " Don't you worry, you'll get what you need soon." He was of course teasing her in regards to that, knowing she would resist, plead with him to not do what he knew she needed and even as she begged him to wait, Damian paused.

As she pleaded with him though again, he ran the thick tip over her slit, teasing her a bit, though he sighed slightly. " You're still lying to yourself... you want this, you like this." He remembered what was 'supposed' to happen next, so he pressed his cock in, forcing his cock slowly into her waiting vulnerable helpless pussy, her tight walls feeling amazing but he held back his groans.

He also didn't just slam her, his cock pressed in, filling and piercing her as he held onto her hips, denying her the ability to buck herself upon his cock and even as he finally entered her fully, his heavy balls gently nudged her clit, his eyes on her as he began to slowly fuck her, not going fast at any point, certainly 'making' her feel the intense sensations and pleasures.

His arm slipped around hr waist and before she understood or processed it his fingers were rubbing her small pearl of a clit, his cock working her slowly as he grinned. " You SURE you don't want this?" He purred, 'forcing' her through her entire fantasy whether she wanted it or not.

 

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Mia had to bury her face in the blankets to muffle a long moan as his cock finally pressed into her. Her wet, helpless pussy took the entire length of his long, thick, hot shaft, her walls gripping him tight while her hips already betrayed her, trying to buck back against him. It didn't work - his hands holding her firmly in place were too strong.

She couldn't contain the noise when his fingers started toying with her clit. His cock working achingly slowly into and out of her needy pussy was already getting to be too much. She was panting, her body desperate for more. She wanted to cum again already.

"Please!" she cried, nearly sobbing with the power of her arousal. The fact that there was nothing she could do, neither to stop him or to make him go faster, was so incredibly hot she was burning up with lust. "Oh god, please! Please stop!" It was the best she could do - still making it sound like she wanted him to stop while she herself wasn't sure if she was actually asking him to stop fucking her, or if she was just asking him to stop teasing her.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian watched her as she buried her head, and even as he pierced into her Damian had to groan, he couldn't help it as her walls gripped onto him so tightly, and even as he felt how her hips tried to buck back against him he grinned.

" Don't worry... I won't make you wait." He grumbled teasing her for being so lusty, and even as he worked SO patiently, he was reveling in the sensations which rolled through him, and even as she was panting and begged, he looked to her.

" Cum for me beautiful... like the beautiful needy slut you are." He purred as he didn't change the pace of his fucking, what DID change was the rubbing of her clit, he firmly tapped that pearl of a nub and firmly rubbed it as he watched her helplessly bucking. " Cum for me... do it."

He wasn't going to cum for a while yet... Damian had been waiting for this for a while, so he would follow the 'script' and make her cum over and over and over again. Her 'rape' had only really just begun!

 

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Mia cried out as his fingers on her clit changed their pace, dragging her helplessly over the edge of a powerful orgasm. She fought it desperately, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd made her cum nor the pleasure of feeling her cunt clamp down around him in the throes of pleasure.

Only then he growled out a command to cum, grunting with pleasure, and called her a needy slut. And that's what she was. She was a slut for loving this as much as she was, for enjoying the feeling of him using her body against her will, for getting so fucking aroused at the thought of him forcing pleasure on her.

She bit down onto the pillow and screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body, making her writhe and buck against him, her hot cunt flooding with wetness and convulsing around his steely shaft. She exploded for him in the best orgasm she'd ever had. Her rapist had fucked her to the best orgasm of her life.

Panting and moaning as she came down from her extraordinary high, she groaned as she realized he hadn't cum - and she had no doubt he would keep fucking her sensitive little hole until he'd finished too.

 

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Oh Damian could tell that she was doing her VERY best to deny him the satisfaction of knowing what he had 'done to her', and even as her body involuntarily pushed and bucked back to meet his, his hand had left her hips to wildly buck in desire as he had went after her clit.

Even as she bit down on the pillow though and came with such an intense orgasm, Damian gently grinned though his other hand smoothed over her back, gently stroking through her hair. Despite the powerful crests of pleasure, he knew she wouldn't remember the 'end' of her little fantasy. He stopped moving as she came, instead staying right with her as he grinned.

" That's one..." He purred as he waited patiently... oh so patiently and when her orgasm had 'finished' he began again... his hips slapping hers, his hands holding her hostage, but her hips were free to buck and fuck all they liked as well, yet he was so patient just as she imagined, wanting her pleasure to crest over and over again.

The 'worst' thing was of course that she knew he would 'make her cum' over and over again, fuck her into a mindlessly orgasmic state relentlessly... his patience seemingly absolute!

 

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She whimpered at the sound of his "That's one..." comment. How many times did he plan to bring her to orgasm?!

Her pussy was so incredibly, sweetly sensitive after her orgasm that it took very little time to bring her to panting, needy arousal all over again. She's forgotten again that she wasn't supposed to like this. She lost herself in the waves of pleasure, her hips bucking and her body impaling itself over and over again on his hard shaft. Her body was shuddering and writhing, crying and keening with intense pleasure as he fucked her slowly, bringing her up again and again.

Soon, she was cresting every few strokes, her voice raw from crying out with desperate pleasure. Her legs were going to collapse, except that he was holding her up with his strong hands. She was babbling; "Too much, oh god, I need a rest, oh please..."

 

[TirithIre]

Damian had to grin as she whimpered to his words, and even as she seemed truly 'lost' at that point he watched her, and even as she came over and over again, he growled and panted to himself even as he felt her lovely pussy clamping down time and again.

" You'll get a break when I am done with you." He growled, his voice rasping with his desire and even as he said that, as she was about at her limit he picked up his pace, the lewd slapping sound of their groins easily heard then as he panted. " Oh you're going to cum... again... and this time... so am I."

He sped right up, fucking her hard and fast, 'ruining' her for other men as he forced her overwhelmingly into pleasure, extending her orgasms into a constant string of them. He didn't last more than five minutes once he sped up, his heavy balls unleashing, hot cum splattering into her depths as he held her up and helpless... though he grinned.

" Now you get to rest, and think about how much you enjoyed tonight." He grumbled as he softened within her, though with this being where the fantasy ended in the Journal, he let her collapse into a pool of combined amounts of her cum as well as his own, and unlike the fantasy, he gently rolled her onto her side and wrapped his arms around her, letting her 'come down' from that amazing high she had been on. He held her for a few moments but kissing her cheek one more time he got up, dressing and leaving before she completely recovered, leaving her to think about what had happened!