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 stop reading. 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. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.
( forcible rape, oral, bondage, violence, noncon )
Collecting The Rent: Rachel's Story
An original story by Vile8r. NOTE: This story is all fiction although it does feature a member of this site, but with her full consent and participation. Thank you Rachel_t, for allowing me to use you as inspiration. Chapter One:
Rachel Truscott was not having a good day. Her shift at the strip club, ‘Pussycatz Playhouse’, where she worked as a waitress, had started out bad right from the start. First off, it was a Friday night, which was always busy at the best of times.
But this weekend, some big business convention was going on in town. The two hotels across the street were full of drunken, horny convention-goers, and lots of them came over to Pussycatz. The extremely pretty 28 year-old lost count of how many times she was grabbed and groped as she served drinks. One guy even had the audacity to slide his hand right under her skirt and squeeze the inside of her thigh.
He got kicked out of the club for his brazen-ness. It was one thing to get a slap or a pinch on the ass, but going under her skirt, well, that crossed the line! She also lost count that night of how many times she was propositioned for money.
She mused to herself, that were her morals set a little lower, she could have made some good money going back to a hotel room with some drunken businessmen, who were also most likely married! But while she did know some girls who would have jumped at the opportunity, Rachel was not one of them. She was not that kind of a girl!
On top of the club being so busy, then one of the other girls phoned in sick, so Rachel had to do double-duty to cover her area. It had kept her extremely busy…..but……she did make pretty damn good tips!
So it had been a busy, hectic shift…….but she’d made it through.
Now…..Rachel stood in the entrance of her apartment, her mouth hanging open, reading the note she’d found taped to the door. Her roommate, Clara, had suddenly decided to move out!
All of Clara’s stuff was gone from the apartment, and Rachel noted, it appeared perhaps even some of her stuff, as well! Rachel walked over to her couch and plopped down on it. She was totally dumb-founded!
She and Clara had been roommates for three years now. And now, just like this, she up and decides to move? Without a single word of warning? The note said Clara had decided to move in with her boyfriend.
That was all well and good, but couldn’t she at least have given Rachel a bit of a heads-up?
Rachel closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch, kicking off her high heels. This was not a good situation….not a good situation at all!
The apartment they lived in wasn’t anything really special. It wasn’t in the nicest of buildings, but it was close to where she worked, only a fifteen minute commute on the bus. The neighborhood wasn’t too bad, she could at least walk down to the corner store without worrying about being mugged or raped.
The rent wasn’t exorbitant, but still, she could not manage it on her own. Not with the salary she made at the strip club.
Rachel had not always been a waitress. Oh heavens, no! She was a college graduate with a degree in business accounting. She’d had a good job working as a senior accounting clerk for a large shipping company. But a year ago, with the economy in a downturn, the company had a round of lay-offs, and Rachel found herself without a job.
She’d had a bad time finding a new job, and she and Clara had been forced to move from their old apartment building into this one, which offered lower rent. Rachel had found a waitress position open at Pussycatz Playhouse, and while it wasn’t the ideal situation, it helped pay the bills. And as she always rationalized to herself, at least she was only a waitress, and not taking her clothes off up on the stage!
Although…..Rachel knew she had the body to be a stripper if she wanted! Her boss, Mr. Castellano, had taken notice of that too, and had pressured her on more than one occasion to give stripping a try.
“Come on, baby! A chick with a body like yours……you could be up there makin’ three times the dough you’re makin’ slingin’ cocktails! This place’d be packed…..guys comin’ in to see some prime pussy like you!”
He was a rather crude pig at times, Rachel surmised, but overall, not a bad boss.
She turned back to thinking about what she would do without a roommate now to help cover the rent. Moving out was not an option. Where else would she go? She certainly wasn’t going back home.
Not to her domineering parents! Rachel’s family was actually quite well-off. Her father owned his own business, and had done very well with it over the years. Growing up, Rachel had had a pretty good, comfortable life. She’d always had nice clothes, and pretty well anything she wanted as a kid.
But her parents were control freaks and insisted on micro-managing every little aspect of her life. Her father barely spoke to her, now she had told them she worked as a waitress. She lied and told them she was a waitress at a fancy restaurant…..not a strip club…..but they still weren’t happy about it.
They felt it was a job way below her social standing. Rachel tried to explain that things were tough in the job market right now, and many companies were just simply not hiring at the moment. But the economy was showing signs of picking up and she had confidence that within another six months, she was sure she’d be able to find another job more fitting of her qualifications.
Her father had offered her a job in his company, but Rachel steadfastly refused. It was bad enough putting up with his controlling ways as her father……it would be unbearable if he was also her boss! Plus it was a matter of pride. Rachel knew if she kept diligently looking, she’d find another job. She didn’t want to get hired on at her dad’s company just because she was his daughter. She knew people would resent her for that, and she wanted no part of that.
Rachel looked at the calendar. It was only three days before the rent came due. Likely not enough time to find a new roommate. She knew she would just have to tell Mr. Humphreys, the landlord, she couldn’t make all the rent this month. She was sure he would understand. By next month, she’d likely have a new roommate and then she could get caught up. Yes, that’s what she would tell him and hope for the best.
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It was around 9 a.m. when there was a knock on her door. It was rent day, the day Rachel had been dreading. She was just in the middle of making herself some toast for breakfast. She stopped what she was doing and went to answer the door.
There stood Mr. Humphreys, the landlord. He was a man in his mid-fifties. Not very tall, only about 5’ 6”, which made him slightly shorter than Rachel, who stood 5’ 7”. He was almost as big around as he was tall, with a large protruding gut. He had a small piggish face, with squinty eyes and a wide nose. He was mostly bald, with a few clumps of greying, scraggly hair still clinging to the top of his scalp.
He reminded her a lot of a teacher she had in high school, Mr. Fairchild. He was a fat old man too, who enjoyed peeking down girls’ blouses.
Altogether, her landlord was a rather repulsive man, in Rachel’s view. She hated having to look at him, much less talk to him as well.
“Good morning, Miss Truscott,” he said in a wheezy voice.
He wiped sweat from him forehead with the sleeve of his dirty sweater. Mr. Humphreys was one of those people who seemed to perpetually sweat, no matter whether it was hot or cold.
“Good morning, sir,” she replied.
She was suddenly quite self-conscious of his leering stare and realized she was still dressed in her night clothes , which consisted only of a t-shirt and bikini panties. The t-shirt came down to barely cover her butt, and it was almost a size too small for her, clinging tightly around her ample 34D breasts. She wore no bra, and was certain he could probably see her nipples quite easily through the thin fabric.
She nervously tugged at the bottom edge of the t-shirt, thinking she could somehow stretch it to cover her up more. His eyes wandered across her body, and he gave a thin smile. Rachel gave a slight shudder, imagining the vile thoughts likely going through this pig’s mind at that moment.
“You are aware of what day this is?” Mr.Humphreys asked.
“Yes, yes….I am,” Rachel said, as she grabbed an envelope off a small stand by the door and handed it to the landlord. “But, ummm, there is something I need to talk to you about.”
“Oh?” he said, raising an eyebrow. He was counting the money inside the envelope, then looked up at her. “This is only half!”
“I-I know….,” Rachel stammered. “And that’s what I needed to talk to you about. Ummm…..Clara moved out on me…..and I no longer have a roommate…. I can only give you half the rent right now.”
Mr. Humphreys said nothing at first, then took a deep breath. “I don’t like that,” he replied. “When can I expect to see the other half?”
“Well,” Rachel carefully said. “I’m hoping I can find another roommate very soon. I mean…..I can’t afford the rent all by myself…..on the money I make. As soon as I can get another roommate……I’ll get you the rest of your money…..no problem!”
“Hmmmm,” he mused. “I have heard these stories before…..from other tenants. First they’re a couple weeks behind…..they’ll pay me at the end of the month…..then they’re a month behind….pretty soon two months behind….until I have to get mad and evict them. I hope that will not be the case with you Ms. Truscott. I would hate to lose you as a tenant…..always so pleasant to see you around.”
Yes, I’m sure you do like seeing me around, you old perv! Rachel thought.
“I promise……I will have the money soon!” she said.
Mr. Humphreys suddenly got a thoughtful look on his face, as though an idea had just popped into his head.
“You know…..Ms. Truscott…..you are a very pretty girl……very pretty indeed! I think I have an idea for how you can pay the rest of your rent.”
Rachel frowned. The look he was giving her made her extremely uneasy.
Oh no, you old pig! Don’t you dare suggest I suck your cock or let you fuck me! She was just about to say something in reply, when he continued. “I will make you a deal. You go on a date with Reggie, and I will let the other half of the rent go.”
“Reggie?......You want me to go on a date with Reggie?” she sputtered.
Reggie Humphreys was the son of Mr. Humphreys. He was 22 years old and had just moved in a few months ago to live with his father. Mr. Humphreys had him helping out around the building doing maintenance jobs and helping collect rent.
He was only slightly less repulsive than Mr. Humphreys. Rachel had met him several times and each time felt like taking a shower afterwards.
“You want me to take Reggie out on a date?” she said again.
“Yes,” Mr. Humprehys said. “He is a good boy and yet he can never seem to find a nice girl to go on a date. All the girls are so stuck-up and tell him he is ugly and unattractive.”
Ummmm…..because he is ? Rachel mused to herself.
“But you are such a pretty girl, and he would really appreciate it…….as would I, if you’d go on a date with him. He gets so depressed all the time……it would really boost his spirits…….and you wouldn’t have to worry about paying me the rest of the rent.”
Rachel was silent. She could not believe what Mr. Humphreys was proposing. Reggie was the last person she could ever imagine herself dating! He was disgusting! But she supposed ……it wouldn’t hurt to just go on a date…..especially if it was going to help her get out of paying all the rent.
“All right…..” she said, reluctantly. “I will go on a date with Reggie. But…..there is NO kissing or touching or anything like that! I am NOT having sex with him.”
“That is fine, that is fine!” Mr. Humphreys said. “He just wants the company of a nice, pretty girl. He would not expect you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. Reggie is a real gentleman, he really is!”
“When would he want this date?” Rachel asked. “I have to work tonight.”
“Well, whenever is good for you,” Mr. Humphreys replied.
“I’m off Wednesday and Thursday,” she explained. “I could do it on Wednesday evening.
“That is perfect! I will let him know. Good day now, Ms. Truscott. And once again, thank you!”
Rachel closed the door and leaned against the wall. She ran her fingers through her soft blonde hair.
What kind of mess had she gotten herself into now? A date with Reggie Humphreys? Good Lord!
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The week went by too fast for Rachel and soon it was Wednesday. She had received a phone call that morning. It was Reggie, just confirming that the date was still on. She was very tempted to tell him no, but realized the consequences if she cancelled. Come hell or high water, she had to do this, whether she wanted or not.
He told her he would be at her door at 6:30 p.m.
As the afternoon wore on, Rachel began preparing for the date. She had a shower and did her hair and makeup. She picked out a pair of lacy white panties and a matching bra.
Not wanting to look too slutty, and get Reggie too excited, Rachel selected a rather conservative dress from her closet. It was one she usually reserved for wearing when visiting her parents or relatives.
It was cream-colored with a high neck and short sleeves. It came down to just a few inches above her knees. It did show off her legs a bit, but without being too form-fitting. She wore no thigh-high stockings or nylons, which she often did when dressing for work.
On her feet she wore a pair of matching low-heeled sandals that were the same color as her dress. Rachel admired herself in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked more like a Sunday School teacher in this outfit than someone going out on a date. But for Reggie Humphreys, she wasn’t giving him any ideas.
She spritzed a bit of her favorite perfume on her and looked at the clock. It was 6:20. Reggie would be showing up at any minute.
Right on time, she heard the knock at the door. Rachel suddenly realized, her hands were shaking a little bit as she answered the door. There was Reggie!
He was slightly better-looking than his father, but not by a lot. He was certainly taller, nearly six feet. He had thick black hair and a swarthy complexion. He was fat, but not quite as obese as his father. He did still have the piggish facial features, but his nose wasn’t as wide and he had a black mustache, covering his upper lip.
He wore clean denim jeans and a white button-up shirt. Rachel had to admit, it was a pleasant change from his usual outfit of sloppy sweatpants and t-shirts that she usually saw him in.
Reggie looked her up and down, giving a disapproving sneer.
“What the fuck is this, Rachel? I ain’t dating my goddamn grandmother!”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Rachel asked, puzzled.
“That dress!” Reggie said, pointing at her. “Dad said you were gonna be dressed sexy. That ain’t fucking sexy!”
“There’s nothing wrong with this outfit,” Rachel angrily retorted. “I’m not getting dressed again.” Just as she expected, he was being a boor right from the start.
“Oh….all right,” Reggie pouted. “But I’ll be telling dad you didn’t do what you were supposed to!”
“I never told him I’d dress sexy for you,” she shot back.
“Well, you work in a goddam stripper bar,” he said. “You should know how to dress sexy!”
“Yeah…as a waitress,” Rachel said. “NOT a stripper!”
“Let’s go,” Reggie said.
They walked down to the ground floor and out to his car. Rachel was relieved that she spotted no other residents in the hallways. It would be very humiliating for someone to spot her with Reggie.
Reggie’s car was an old four-door Volkswagen Jetta, that Rachel figured had to be at least ten years old. It was brown with patches of rust all over it. Reggie held the door open for Rachel as she got in.
The night actually went fairly well. Reggie took her to a popular local restaurant, Chartier’s. It wasn’t really fancy, but Rachel supposed it was better than Olive Garden or Applebee’s.
When she was ordering her food, Reggie said to her, “Now you don’t need to be a cheap date. I got enough money, so you make sure you order something good off the menu.”
“I don’t know, Reggie,” Rachel said, looking at the menu. “I really will just have a salad.”
“No damn way!” he argued. “Lobster! You like lobster, don’t you?”
“I do, yes,” she replied, sheepishly.
“Then that’s what you’re having! People see a pretty girl with me, I’m not having them think I’m cheap or anything.”
She could tell from all this, that Reggie, in spite of his looks, had quite an ego. Rachel ended up ordering the lobster, and it was very delicious. He also made her order dessert, which Rachel hardly ever did. It was Black Forest cake with ice cream and it also was very tasty.
When they finally left the restaurant, Rachel felt more stuffed than she ever had! Normally, she ate, as her father liked to say, like a sparrow. This was the biggest meal she’d eaten since Christmas.
After the supper, Reggie took her to a movie theatre. Again, this was something Rachel didn’t do often on her own. Working nights didn’t allow her much time to go to movies anyway, plus it was expensive. Usually if there was a movie she wanted to really see, she would stream it on Netflix.
They found a couple seats and sat down to wait for the movie to start. That was when he got touchy. The lights had just went down for the beginning of the film and suddenly, Rachel felt a warm hand on her bare thigh, just above her knee.
“Ummm, excuse me?” she whispered.
“What? I’m putting my hand on your leg,” Reggie said. “That’s a problem?”
“Yes, it is,” Rachel said. “Please take it off. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
“Can I put my arm around your shoulder then?” he asked.
Rachel hesitated for a moment, then answered, ”Okay…..yes you can do that. But keep it on my shoulder. No lower!”
Reggie moved his hand off her leg, and put a big meaty arm around her, keeping his hand up on her shoulder.
“You work at a strip club, I’m sure lots of guys touch you. Don’t know what the problem was with my hand on your leg, but I’ll keep it up here.”
Again, Rachel noted, he was mentioning the strip club. She could only imagine what he thought went on there. He acted like she was some kind of prostitute who just let men do whatever they wanted with her. Which was certainly NOT the case!
As the movie went on, Rachel knew in the back of her mind, before the night was over, Reggie was going to be looking for more. And she wasn’t going to give it to him! She didn’t know what the hell his father had told him to expect from this date, but she had an idea……and all Rachel knew was, it wasn’t going to happen.
She had her can of pepper spray in her purse. She’d use it if she had to. When she first started at the strip club, one of the other waitresses told her to get some. It was not unheard of for a girl to get accosted in the parking lot after her shift by some horny, perverted customer who had spent the night watching strippers and decided he needed to relieve some sexual frustration.
Rachel was fortunate in not having to use it…..yet! But she always had it with her. Tonight might be a time it could come in handy.
The movie ended, and the couple left the theatre. It was a beautiful, warm summer evening. The sun was setting but there was still some twilight.
Reggie held the door for Rachel again as they got in the car. They began to drive away. She noticed, they weren’t going in the direction towards home.
“Where are we going now?” she asked, with just a twinge of nervousness in her voice.
“It’s such a nice evening,” he said. “I thought you might just like to go for a little drive.”
“Yeah…..okay….But I have to get up early,” she lied. “I don’t want to be too late getting home.”
“Oh, you won’t be,” he said.
As they drove, Rachel noticed him stealing frequent glances over at her. His eyes constantly looked downward, towards her legs. She noticed that her dress had ridden up on her legs a bit as she sat in the passenger seat, showing a little more thigh than she really preferred. Self-consciously, she tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to cover her legs as much as she could.
He pulled down a lane that ran between rows of tall trees, and soon they came out into a clearing near a small duck pond. Reggie parked on a bit of a rise and they could see quite a bit of the city spread out below them. Rachel knew they were in an area of the city called The Meadows.
It was comprised of several small parks and ponds, all connected by walking and biking trails. During the daytime, it was a popular place for people to come and have picnics and go for nature walks. Rachel remembered her parents bringing her and her older sister, Sophia, there as kids. They had a lot of fun feeding the ducks and the squirrels.
“It’s a beautiful sunset,” Rachel piped up, breaking the awkward silence.
“I want to thank you, Rachel,” Reggie said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. It was the first time that night, Rachel noted, that he actually seemed nervous. “Between the supper, and the movie, it has been a…..well, a pleasant evening.”
“You didn’t expect it to be?” Rachel mused. She was rather surprised at Reggie’s sudden change in demeanour. Gone was the boorish, arrogant attitude of earlier, and now here he was sounding like an adolescent school boy on his first date.
“Well…..I-I didn’t know…..what kind of evening….it might be…” Reggie stammered. “I don’t go on too many dates, as my dad likely told you. So I never know what to expect.”
Rachel didn’t want to sound rude, but frankly, she hadn’t had very high expectations for the date, either. All in all, it hadn’t been too bad, but then again, it wasn’t over yet.
“Well, Reggie, don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t expect a lot either. But, yes, I’d like to thank you too. You…..have been…a gentleman.”
“Thank you. This is kinda difficult for me to ask…..but would you let me kiss you?” Reggie asked.
“I don’t know,” Rachel said, biting her bottom lip. “I mean…..we don’t even really know each other. I don’t….usually ….kiss on a first date. And I told your dad….this wasn’t gonna be that kind of date.”
“I know. He told me that……but just one kiss? One kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
Rachel looked up at his dark, sweaty face. The thought of having those fat lips pressed against hers, rather repulsed her. But…..what the heck? One kiss wouldn’t hurt! For the nice evening, and for what his dad was doing for her, she supposed she could let him have a kiss. Rachel was probably the prettiest woman he’d ever been with, she could at least let him have one lasting memory of the night.
“Okay,” she smiled weakly. “You can kiss me. But just one.”
Rachel undid her seatbelt and slid across her seat to get herself closer to him. Reggie leaned in towards her, his one arm slipping around her shoulder. Rachel closed her eyes and held her breath, as their lips met. His moustache felt rough against her upper lip, and he opened his mouth slightly.
Rachel immediately felt his thick tongue pushing at her lips, trying to force her mouth open. The scent of his sweat, mixed with the strong cologne he was wearing, filled her nostrils.
As they kissed, his other hand moved down and Rachel jumped a little as his fingers slid along one leg and just under the hem of the dress. Her hands came up and pushed against his shoulders.
“MMMMMmmmmppphhhhhhh!” she protested, his mouth still pressed against hers, his tongue still trying to probe between her lips, which she now kept tightly closed.
He wasn’t releasing her, instead actually trying to pull her closer to him, his grip around her shoulders getting stronger. His hand moved higher on her leg, his sweaty, rough hand pushing her dress up.
Rachel began to panic. This was progressing from more than ‘just a kiss’, and she was losing control of the situation. This was what Rachel had feared would happen.
Reaching behind her, she fumbled inside her purse, looking for the comforting shape of the pepper spray cylinder. Her fingers closed around it. Until Reggie pulled his hand away from her leg and grabbed her by the wrist. He squeezed hard, forcing her to release her grip on the pepper spray. The can rattled to the floor of the car. Reggie pulled his mouth away from her.
Suddenly, the nervous-schoolboy persona was gone! In its place, Reggie’s face grew red and angry, his eyes narrowing and his mouth twisted in a malignant snarl.
One large, heavy hand swung up and back-handed Rachel hard across the face.
“What the fuck, cunt?” He growled. “You were gonna pepper spray me? Huh?!”
Rachel had flew back against the passenger side door, banging her head on the window. She looked around her, trying to get her bearings, stunned and dazed from the powerful blow. Her jaw ached and she tasted blood from a cut on her lip.
Reggie grabbed the front of her dress and pulled her close to him, his face only inches away from hers.
“I buy you a nice supper……fucking lobster, for fuck’s sake! Take you to a movie, treat you nice…..and you, you fuckin’ little whore……I try to get a kiss from you…..a simple little kiss…..and you get all bitchy and frigid……try to pepper spray me? Huh? WHAT THE FUCK?” he roared in her face, spittle flying from his mouth.
“I-I….you were….getting…too…too…” Rachel tried to speak, but she was still in a daze and her mouth wouldn’t work properly.
She felt dizzy and her vision was blurry. She heard a noise…..of fabric tearing, and felt cool air hitting her chest. It suddenly registered in her brain, the sound of the fabric tearing was, Reggie, gripping the front of her dress with both strong hands, and tearing it open.
Rachel tried to scream, but was hit with another slap across the face. Everything went black.
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TO BE CONTINUED
