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The Fight
« on: June 28, 2017, 02:48:40 PM »
WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. That’s the legal part. Here’s the important part to me. This is fantasy, by the author, to be shared with readers who share in such fantasies. That is the story’s sole purpose for being here. In the real world, this sort of behavior is simply not acceptable, period, by any of the laws or morals of any humane people. That means you too. If you actually hurt someone without their informed consent, just stop. Take a deep breath and stop right now. That’s not your right. A surprising number of subs exist out there, so take the time to meet one and make your corner of the world a better place. Don’t trash two lives letting your frustrations get the better of you.

The Fight

Allie felt on edge all afternoon, and she knew why. Brandon was in a foul mood and trying to hide it from her. Their picnic in the woods was her idea, and he seemed supportive right up until a couple days ago. They’d found an old picnic table, obviously once part of a state park, way out in some hidden meadow, and went there every now and then. But now he was putting on fake, wan smiles and laughing at jokes that weren’t funny. He lavishly praised her orange glaze chicken though it was overcooked. Now they were onto the cupcakes and he was still putting on a front, with Allie left increasingly confused and concerned. Why wasn’t he telling her what was on his mind? A part of her wondered if he was going to break up with her, but that just seemed wrong. He wasn’t nervous, or shy, or awkward. He was pissed, and she could tell even if he didn’t know she could.

“We still have another bottle of wine,” she offered, digging into the big picnic basket she’d just picked up at a yard sale. “Riesling.”

“Sounds delightful,” he said with forced enthusiasm. “We’re not driving anywhere soon.”

“Nope,” she said. She let him pop the cork and then she poured out the glasses. “To us,” she offered.

“Of course, to us,” he said.

“There’s still some stromboli,” she said.

“I’m full. You don’t need to put me into a stupor,” he said.

“Yeah, it was pretty big,” she replied.

“Unless that’s your preference,” he added.

“Not really.”

“You know, if you’re ever going to get around to saying what you wanted to say today,” he continued, taking another drink of wine.

“What I wanted to say?”

“What’s been on your mind? Anything you wanted to get off your chest. I assume this outing was for a purpose,” he said.

“Brandon, I don’t know what you’re saying to me right now,” she said. He was losing his look of faked happiness. But at least she’d learn what was up.

“Do you have anything to say to me?” he asked. “Is there something you’ve wanted to say? Is there something you’ve wanted, you know, to confess to?”

Now Allie sat rock still. She tried to think, what could he know? About that time. She hadn’t cheated. She hadn’t even been tempted. It was a minor indiscretion to go into Rick’s hotel room, even for a few minutes, but she hadn’t even let him kiss her. She’d even slapped him and left. But she said nothing to Brandon. What would be the point? That someone he didn’t know who was in town to do business with her employer had made a feeble pass at her?

If that was even it. “Please tell me what you are talking about,” she said slowly. “Don’t play games with me. Please, Brandon.”

“Please? I’m playing games now? Alright, does the name Rick Miller mean anything to you at all? Anything you’d like to acknowledge?” He was glaring at her now, and Allie wanted to shrink away. She’d done nothing, virtually. Why did she feel so bad now? Had this been festering for three weeks now? Should she have just mentioned it to him in passing?

“I, Brandon, I didn’t do anything with Rick Miller. You have to believe me.”

“Do I have to? Is that what I have to do?”

“I went to his hotel room to drop off some papers for work. For work, it was on the way home from work! I was there for all of five minutes, maybe ten! How did you even find out?”

“Oh, that’s where you want to go with this, Allie? How did I find out? That’s what’s important?”

She stayed silent. He was right that much, how he found out wasn’t that important. She felt her whole world starting to fall away from her. “You have to believe me!” she began to sob. “I’m not a cheater! I’ve never cheated!”

“Daniel Fordham?”

“We weren’t even going steady! It was one kiss, two weeks after we met, four years ago!” she cried. “You can’t just throw that in my face after all this time!”

“Oh hell, Allie, who are you trying to fool?” he yelled. “How many times, huh? How many times have you fooled me? Am I just your big fucking fool? Hey, let’s fuck around with Brandon, he’s a big fool and will never ever know!”

“It’s not like that at all! Damn you! How can you say that? Nothing happened with Rick Miller! He tried to kiss me and I slapped him! And I left! What more do you want from me?”

“I want the fucking truth for once! Last October, you were visiting your ‘mother’ and didn’t call for two days. And that time you were in Charlotte and the phone died! And then there was the network outage, that only affected your phone!” He went on, with Allie listening in growing despair. She listened to him rattle off events, some of which she couldn’t even place. Had he just been saving up every last life discrepancy? Why hadn’t he said anything when they happened?

“Stop it! Stop it! How dare you! How dare you make me out to be like that! You asshole! I’m not some slut, and I didn’t do anything!” She stood up and began throwing everything back into the basket, cleaning and wrapping none of it. One of the glasses broke on the other one, but she just hurled silverware on top of it all.

“You’d better think before you pull away!” Brandon said.

“Fuck you! I don’t need this! I love you, and you can’t even fucking see it, you ass!” She fought back tears as she jammed the lid closed on the big basket. “Take me home! Don’t even argue, Brandon. Just take me home!” She stepped towards the car, parked a quarter mile back on a remote turn-off.

He stepped in front of her. “Don’t walk away mad!” he snarled at her. “You have no right to be mad in all this!”

“I have every right!” she cried. “You call me a slut! You act like I’m a whore! I’ve been a perfect girlfriend, and you treat me like something you scrape off your shoe!”

“You’ve been a perfect girlfriend?” he asked, again stepping in her way. “Yeah right.”

“Fuck you, Brandon. I said take me home!” she sobbed, slapping his chest as he blocked her path.

“You’d better not do that,” he said coldly.

“This?” she asked, slapping his chest again. He scowled at her. Then he cocked his fist and took a huge swing at her. She saw his big arm coming at her, and pain exploded into her jaw as he connected. She felt dizzy and saw herself falling as the world slipped away from her notice for a while.

Allie awoke, head hurting, tears still wet on her cheeks. She was lying on the forest ground, and spotted the picnic table thirty or forty feet away. She sat up, hurting, seeing that she was naked. Brandon had undressed her completely. She began crying again, going over it all in her head, trying to make sense of it all. How had everything devolved so quickly? Was she losing him? Because she didn’t have the guts to tell him about some stupid pass by a co-worker? Was their four-year relationship that weak? She was sitting up when she saw him walking back towards her.

“Brandon, please, I don’t want to fight!” she begged. “I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything about Rick! Please, you’ve got to believe me!” He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking back towards her, from the direction of the car. She realized that her clothes were not just off her – they were nowhere to be seen. Had he taken them back to the car? His look was grim and angry, and he remained silent.

“Brandon?” she asked. He just kept coming towards her. “Brandon, you’re scaring me!” He moved his arms more to his front. Allie saw he was carrying rope with him. “Oh no! Oh, no no!” she cried. She tried to turn and get to her feet, but then he was atop her. She felt more pain as he grabbed her pretty, long blonde hair and jerked her back, hard enough to knock her on her ass. “No, don’t do that!” she screamed. He kicked her upper back, a bit to the side, knocking her onto her side, and then he grabbed her wrists and flipped her tall, lithe body onto her belly. She cried out, kicking as well as she could, but felt him lashing her wrists crossed together. He’d been at her a few times to try bondage, but she couldn’t stomach the thought. And now least of all, like this, in anger.

“You’ve got this coming!” he shouted at her. “You want to prove your innocence? Huh?”

“Yes, please!” she sobbed.

“Let me rape you and I’ll believe you! How’s that sound, you lying whore? How’s that sound?”

“Oh god!” she sobbed. Suddenly he punched her in her side. Hard. She cried out in pain.

“Well?” he shouted.

“Okay! Okay! Please! I love you!” she whimpered. It sounded like the worst time to say it, even as she laid there in pain and misery. But it was an out. It was something. He didn’t even flip her back. He got off her, and she heard him working his belt and pants. Then he pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, still face down in the leaves. His cock pressed to her cunt and slid, slowly but surely, up into her. Normally she welcomed his cock. But normally she was happy, and he was nice, and she was wet, and he wasn’t torturing her mind. Now she had none of that.

“Ow!” she cried. She was dry and dying as he rammed his cock hard into her. But he kept at it, pushing and pulling and smashing until she got a bare hint of moisture to help it along. With each angry thrust he slid her face a little along the ground. “Aghh!” she screamed as he punched her back. Then he reached around and grabbed her right tit, pinching her nipple with crushing strength between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it hard and pulling it away from her body. Allie screamed in agony, feeling it want to come off her entirely. It didn’t, but his mauling, including digging in his fingernail, left her nipple red, swollen, and bleeding on her. He continued to pound her cunt, harder, faster, angrier.

“Please stop it!” she sobbed. “Please! It hurts! You’re hurting me! Brandon, you’re hurting me! You’re hurting me! You’re really hurting me!”

“Good,” he finally said. He was thrusting still faster until he finally stopped and let go, dumping his jizz into her womb. She felt it and hated it. She hurt all over. How could this be fun, she had to wonder. How could he enjoy that? He stayed in her for a bit, but then pulled out with a pop and got up to get dressed.

Allie stayed on the ground. She fell to her side, hands still bound tightly, crying hard. The pain was bad enough. His hatred was worse. He walked over to her after a few minutes. She looked up and saw his cock still sticking out of his pants.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked between sobs. “Is that enough?”

“Almost,” he said. He pointed his flaccid cock at her, and her brain figured it out just seconds before he began coating her with a stream of piss. He aimed right for her head and face, but made sure to coat her body before running dry. Allie sputtered and wailed, trying to roll over and face away from him. How could he? How could anyone?

“Oh, and we’re done,” he said. “Good think you never moved in, huh?” He took out his wallet and took out a bill. He tossed it on the ground beside her, and she saw it was a fifty. “Call a cab when you make it into that town down the mountain,” he said. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.” With that, he turned and walked back to the car. Allie lay wailing on the ground, unable to believe her ears. Unable to comprehend what had just happened. And now he was just leaving her there? Naked, tied. Covered in piss.


She screamed, and screamed in desperate misery. She tried to sit up and free herself. She needed to rub the ropes on something. There was nothing. She would have to walk back like that, naked and bound. The wind picked up and blew the fifty-dollar bill away.


Brandon sat at the bar, tossing back a scotch. “You always were a pussy. Why didn’t you just break up and be done with it? Why the charade?” He turned to Rick and pondered the question.

“I had some stuff I wanted to finish with her first,” Brandon said. “You know how it is. Nice girls, it’s tough to have any real fun with them.” He finished the shot. “Sometimes you just need to give them some persuasion.”
« Last Edit: July 02, 2017, 09:03:33 PM by SoftGameHunter »
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Re: The Fight
« Reply #1 on: June 29, 2017, 01:34:08 PM »
Brilliant! love stories with a good twist at the end.  I do have one complaint though.  Orange glaze chicken and Stromboli.  Dammit, now I'm hungry :)

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Re: The Fight
« Reply #2 on: June 29, 2017, 02:00:20 PM »
Brilliant! love stories with a good twist at the end.  I do have one complaint though.  Orange glaze chicken and Stromboli.  Dammit, now I'm hungry :)
Blame my wife. The only part of the picnic lunch I made up was the cupcakes because I couldn't remember what she called the miniature pear cakes she likes to make for outings. Not that our picnics would ever end this way.
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