Warning! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.
Chasing the Thrill by Skygazer
She sat nervously in the dingy bar near her hotel, as she drank yet another Whiskey sour. Her business trip was over and tomorrow she would have the long drive back home. She had already called her family and gave her virtual kisses to her husband and children. It was growing late and she knew she should be in the hotel asleep. Instead, she sat on the stool, dressed for attention, but mostly ignored the men who gave her some. She wore a simple blouse, white, with her prettiest red lace bra under it, that showed, along with a skirt of hers that was just a bit too short. It had come in handy in the past when dealing with customers, just a nice bit of flirty distraction without screaming “Slut”. Under it was her matching panties, also sheer and red and lacy. Sheer black open stockings, paired with heels completed the ensemble. She was wearing perhaps a touch more makeup than she should, but her eyelashes were full and her lips were ruby red. She knew she looked hot for her age, especially with the low cut blouse displaying her girls.
Throughout the night, a few men approached her. She shot them all down quickly. To some, it was confusing. They were nice and respectful to her. They didn’t brag, they were witty, and charming. A couple of them left the bar later with other women, wondering why that woman who was dressed for attention had turned them down. She would have a hard time admitting the reason as well. It was growing late however and she did have a long drive tomorrow. She signaled the bartender to settle her bill when a man came up and said he'd cover it. She began to protest, but then he firmly put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to the stool and told her bluntly not to argue. And she didn’t. After he paid the bill, he grabbed her hand, without asking, and pulled her back up.
“Turn around,” is all he said and though her face flushed, she did it. As soon as her back as turned, she felt him massaging her ass, grabbing it as he bent down by her ear.
“I like meat on a bitch,” he said, and turned her facing him again. She should have protested but she said nothing when he took her jaw and made her look up at him. He said, “You’ll do” and then pulled her along with him, anxious and confused and excited all at once. The other men, they didn’t know what her problem with them has been, but she did. Their crime was asking. He just pulled her out of the bar and she saw the glances, some from the men who'd been there. Was it jealously? Understanding of their error? Disgust? She didn’t know, but she followed the man who hadn't asked a thing of her. Instead he simply told her.
Once they reached his car, he shoved her against it, her chest on it, as she felt her skirt hiked up. She whimpered a bit as she felt his hand on her ass, then slid down to cup her soaked pussy. He pushed her harder against the car, as both of his hands snaked down, her skirt hiked up heavily. He pulled her panties down to her knees then his hands went back up, legs kicked apart as 3 fingers slid up her wet cunt and a middle finger from his other hand slid up her ass. She trembled, face red, about to cry from embarrassment. Then his mouth was against her ear as he stroked her sex internally with his 3 fingers. He pulled the finger out of her ass, grabbed her hand, and made her look at her wedding ring.
“How many kids?” he said, as he thrusted them deep in her.
“T….th...three,” she feebly answered.
“All natural right? I can tell,” he breathed into her ear. “It’s fine, that ass is still worth something” With that, he pulled away from her. She started to pull up her panties and he teld her to leave them. She hesitated for a moment and until he started back towards her and she quickly stepped out of them and left them on the parking lot.
“Get in the fucking car. Now”
She got in, her heart raced, hands shaking as she sat down. It was a very nice car, European, with heavily tinted windows. The second he sat down, he grabbed her head and shoved it to his crotch, his cock already free. In seconds, he’s shoved her head down on it, as she gagged and whimpered more, startled by the intensity. She’s had aggressive men, but rarely like this. Not for years. As he started driving, she heard the window being rolled down on her side. It was a busy street with lots of foot traffic, and her head was bobbing quite visibly on his cock to anyone on the sidewalk. She did cry a bit at that now. He, for his part, said nothing, other than to take it as he erupted in her mouth. She choked most of it down, drooling a bit as her chest shuddered. He let her head up and some teenagers were walking quickly beside the car, as they held their phones as he sped up. Her heart hurts, it is pounding so bad. He asked her what hotel and she told him, as she realized that he’d just been driving in circles around the block, slowly.
When they pulled into the parking lot he told her to give him her bra. She told him no at that. That without support, against her blouse, it’d be like wearing nothing. Then her face rang hard as it is slapped 3 times in succession. She trembled, eyes wet, as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. He held it in his hand as he got out, and then pulled her out of her side. He grabbed her purse and shoved the bra in it, leaving it hanging mostly out as he ransacked and took all her cash and the hotel key card. Her face was red, especially the cheek,and her chest strained against the thin fabric, her nipples showing to everyone through it. He pulled her into the lobby, calm as can be. She looked like a cheap whore stumbling after him, her bra in her small purse, as it dragged the floor. She felt every stare as they got in the elevator, but before it began to close, she was shoved down to his crotch. He’s zipped, and slapped her face when she instinctively began to unzip him. She is confused, but understanding came as he jerked her back up. He didn't want her to blow him again. He simply wanted everyone in the lobby to think that was what she was going to do.
Instead he untucked her blouse and hiked her skirt up so far around her waist that her ass showed as did the lack of panties. He slid a hand on her behind and shoved his middle finger in her ass again as he walked her down the aisle. It took a minute before she realized that they aren’t even on the right floor. A woman opened the door and saw her and she wanted to run. As soon as he felt a difference in her movement, however, he hooked his finger hard in her ass. They walked pointlessly around the floor. Two kids ran by and stopped as he pulled up her skirt, and she cried a bit at that. When he saw her turn purple, and perhaps not wanting to be kicked out, he walked her back to the elevator. He never removed the finger though as they went to the right floor this time. He quickly took her to the proper room and shoved her in, putting the do not disturb sign up.
As she began to take off her clothes, he slapped her hard again, which stunned her and left her shaken and confused. He found the remote and turned the tv up loud and took her bra and threw it in the toilet, then peed on it before flushing. He smiled at her as he saw her there trembling, so unsure of herself. He wasn’t however. He turned her away from him towards the mirror, ripped her skirt away, and threw it to the floor. He then grabbed her head and walked her right up to the mirror. Her makeup had ran and smeared. Lipstick as well. Her hair was a mess, her chest was free and all but visible to everyone. Her pussy and ass are fully exposed, but she was still in her stockings and heels.
“Alot of work goes into hiding the fucked out cunt, doesn’t it?” He said as he reached down and spread her, as he speared his fingers into her pussy again. “How many people know what a complete skank you really are? That you’re just a dumb cunt?”
She whimpered, shrugging, when he yelled at her again.
“How many? Does your husband know you’re nothing but a bar whore?”
“N….No”
He chuckled. “No, you’re gonna hide it until it all falls apart, aren’t you? Fine by me”
With that, he spun her around, and shoved her to the floor. She hit her knees and screamed in pain at the rug burns. With her on her hands and knees, he stepped behind her and kicked her legs apart, which elicited another cry. As he knelt behind her, he grabbed her head and one of her arms, and shoved her head to the floor. Her cheek hit the hard floor and she cried as his hand held her painfully against the thin carpet. She felt him spit on her crack and then forced his cock in. There was nothing gentle, as he held her hips, and rammed it in a single thrust. As she began to scream again, he picked up her head and slammed it on the floor again, leaving her dazed.
“Shut up cunt. Take it. Cry all you want just keep your whore mouth closed until I tell you otherwise”
And with that, he began the most painful ass fuck of her life. She was no stranger to anal sex, even occasionally with her husband and some painful acts in her past. This was different. He didn't fuck her for his pleasure, nor hers. She sobbed uncontrollably on the floor as he slammed into her again and again, just to make her hurt. Her body convulsed with every thrust as she heard his animalistic grunts. It felt as if it went on forever but she had no idea as she was just awash in pain. She only knew she was soaked in sweat and breathed raggedly. She kept in the screams until she felt him pop out and grabbed her and threw her back against the wall. She slid down it dazed and he gripped her head, as he shoved his dirty cock in her mouth as he skull fucked her, pressed between the wall and his stomach as he pounded it. She clawed at him, dazed, dizzy, retching on the smell and taste of blood and shit and bile in her throat. Her eyes were fuzzy, wet, as she gasped for air as he pulled out of her throat. She felt streams of hot cum soak her hair and face as she sobbed, humiliated. He squeezed out some remaining cum and held her eye open as he wiped his cock on it, which made her yelp in pain as it burnt her eye. He then shoved her away, zipped up, and left her there.
She sat there numbly, before she broke down in sobs and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. She heaved three times before she realized her bra was still in the toilet. It lay there ruined. She grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her mouth multiple times. Even after rinsing her mouth out, she still tasted it. She looked at her toothbrush and threw it away. She knew if there was a video camera in the room, and it stopped here, no jury would let him go free. But life didn't stop there, she thought. She stepped in the shower and finally noticed the trail of blood down her leg from her ass. Every step hurt her insides. She washed herself off, her knees were scrapped and her ass burnt when she washed it. Finally, after a short cry in the shower, she headed to the bed, whimpering as she pushed four fingers in herself and humped her hand until she came, and then fell asleep.
When she woke, she stank of ass and sweat and sex still. She pulled the blanket off her and her thighs and cheeks were crusted with dried blood and there is a small stain on the bed. She got out of the bed, in pain, and took another shower. She got out a normal pair of panties, and put on a pad, though in a slightly different space than usual, higher up to the back. She put on her makeup, a bit heavier on the one cheek. She spoke only to herself as she applied the makeup.
“My heel just broke, stupid cheap things. It was so embarrassing just crashed into the wall” she said as she worked on her story. Looking at her discarded heels, she picked one up. Held tight in her hand, she slammed it onto the counter until the heel snapped off of it. She then dressed the rest of the way and looked at herself. Other than her skinned knee and bruised cheek, she looked the same as she ever does. She promised to herself that this is the last time. This will never happen again. As she headed out, she made sure not to look at anyone, hoping no one from last night saw her. She reached her car, and got in, wincing as she sat down.
“No..this time I mean it,” she whispered, “This time will be the last” she said, for the 7th time in 13 years.
“This time will be the last…..”