Record Chaser

[Claire]

Teaser: He felt guilty for what he was about to do. But what better way to drown out the feeling of guilt than to bury his dick in her untouched cunt? He might feel guilty now. But he will indulge himself in the pleasure of filling that tight little fun hole between her legs with his cum to his heart’s content. If guilt was the price of admission, then he would make sure that he wasn’t overcharged.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6

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Title: Record Chaser
Author: @Claire
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Record Chaser is the first story I ever posted and the first longer piece of fiction in general I ever wrote. I remember well how nervous I was before I published the first chapter back then. Hopefully, I will be finally able to finish the story here.
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Record Chaser

Chapter 1 - A Rapist for the Coming Day


She felt more dazed than normal when she woke up. She was by no means a morning person. Just having opened her eyes and then immediately jumping out of bed was out of the question for her on a normal day. But what she felt on this particular day was more like waking up after being sedated. Her mind seemed to be trapped in a foggy space where she was not able to fully perceive her surroundings. It felt like she was observing her own consciousness trying to claw its way back to the surface of her mind.

Where was she? It was hard for her to keep her eyes open. So whatever she was able to deduce about her current location she had to infer from blurry glances through half open eyes. She was inside some room that was dimly lit, maybe by a desk lamp or a bedside lamp on a nightstand. There also seemed to be some small green light coming from somewhere close to her. It was not her bedroom in her apartment, that much was clear to her. Other than her own bedroom, she sometimes slept at Emily’s or Jason’s place or in her old bedroom at her parent’s house which her parents had turned into a guest room since she moved out for college 3 years ago. But she was pretty sure that she was at neither of those familiar places either. What made her think that she had to be in a bedroom in the first place?

As she gave in to the temptation to close her heavy eyes again, she started to pay attention to her other senses. She did not hear anything. But she felt a little warm, not uncomfortably so, but enough to be noticeable. The temperature in the room was high enough that she didn’t need the warm embrace that her blanket provided her. On her back, she felt the support of a mattress and the blanket covered the entirety of the front side of her body. She could feel its subtle weight, its softness and its warmth from her feet over her legs, her hips, her stomach, her breasts up to her neck. It took a moment, but then that seemingly trivial realization confused her. Was she naked? She usually went to sleep wearing shorts and a cozy shirt, so she would not normally feel the direct contact of the blanket with most of her torso. She considered looking at her body to check but she was just so tired… it could wait a few more minutes.

She was about to doze off again when she heard a sound. The sound of a door opening. Her eyes flickered open and she saw a figure entering the room. She focused her dazed mind and her slowly improving vision on this person. She identified the figure as a man dressed in… white? A doctor maybe? She tried to speak.

“Am I… in a hospital?”

Her words were incomprehensible to the man, but they caught his attention nevertheless. He started talking while closing the door behind him.

“Oh, thank god, you’re finally awake! Man, I was starting to worry. I was expecting you to wake up much sooner. I’ve been waiting for an hour. Of course you have to wake up exactly when I step out of the room for a pee break. Just my luck.”

He seemed genuinely happy to see her awake. She had no idea who he was, but assuming that he was her doctor and how concerned he seemed for her well being, she felt a little guilty that she made him worry. Of course, it was not her fault that she didn’t wake up sooner,… or was it? She tried for a moment to recall her last memory before waking up here but quickly gave up. Anyway, she simply did not want others to worry for her unnecessarily.

“...sorry…”

She tried to apologize, but she only managed to mumble a dejected sounding sorry. This time, the man understood what she was trying to say. He walked past her as he kept talking to her.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s my fault. It was probably an overdose for a petite girl like yourself. Let me get you something to drink, you must be thirsty.”

An overdose? Now things started to make sense. She must have been in an accident or something like that and the anesthesiologist must have gone a little overboard with the sedatives. She didn’t like being called a petite girl, she was a grown woman after all. But she couldn’t deny that she was literally a bit of a lightweight and that it probably did not take a high dose of whatever they gave her to knock her out. Also, he was right that she was thirsty. She had not paid it any attention so far, but now that he mentioned it, her throat was very dry. She heard the sound of water being poured into a glass, a moment later he returned into her field of vision holding the glass.

“Here.”

He spoke the single word in a comforting tone. Holding the glass in his right hand, he bent himself slightly over her body. He put his left hand gently behind her head, supported her as he slowly pushed her head into an upright position and then moved the glass to her lips.

“Just small and slow sips for now. You’re still pretty hazy. We don’t want you to choke because the water went down the wrong pipe.”

He was patient as he helped her drink. Feeling the water in her dry mouth, she realized how much she needed that. She was slowly becoming more and more conscious anyway, but the water had an invigorating effect on her mind. With her mind getting clearer she started to think that the way he held her head was weirdly intimate for a doctor.

“Thanks.”

She said in a soft voice after she finished drinking. He simply nodded as he moved a few steps away to put the glass on a nearby table. Now that she felt more awake and her presumed doctor had come closer she took another, more inquisitive look at him. She wasn’t immediately scared by the oddity that she perceived. Irritated, confused or maybe bewildered described her initial feeling. Yes, he was dressed in white and a few minutes or so ago her dazed mind and blurry vision had let her to the conclusion that what she saw must have been a doctor’s white coat. But now she saw clearly that what he was wearing was a white bath robe. That… didn’t make any sense. She was about to say something when he started to talk.

“Oh, by the way. I turned up the temperature in this room a little above what I’m usually comfortable with. From my experience, women get cold easier than men and I didn’t want you to feel cold when you woke up. But now that you’re awake, would you mind if we turned down the temperature a little?”

There it was again. That genuine sounding concern. At first, it had made her trust him but now it started to unnerve her.

“Where am I? And… and who are you?”

Her voice was now louder, stronger in a sense. It was noticeable to herself and the man in the room that she was now close to fully awake. But the quiver in her voice also betrayed her nervousness. In that sense, her voice was weaker than before.

Despite her growing nervousness, her body, for whatever reason, chose this moment of impending panic to send her the signal that… her nose was itching. She paid the sensation little mind and, left handed as she was, she intuitively moved her left hand to her face to scratch her nose. She never would have become conscious of this trivial everyday motion if it didn’t turn out to be impossible. She was barely able to move her left hand, or the right for that matter, before her wrists struggled against the cuffs that held her arms in place. The unease she had started to feel after realizing that the man was wearing a bath robe and not a white doctor’s coat now turned into a full blown panic. She mustered all her strength to fight against the cuffs chaining down her wrists. Soon she realized that her ankles were bound in a similar fashion, essentially forcing her to lie down on the bed with her legs spread without being able to move any of her limbs. The cuffs allowed her to sit upright on the bed and as she started to desperately move around the blanket, that had covered most of her body, now slipped down to her waist revealing her bare breasts. She was indeed naked underneath the blanket, at least the upper half of her body. She was in shock. Rapidly moving her gaze back and forth from her naked body, the cuffs chaining her to the bed and the man calmly observing her outburst.

“Look at me.”

It wasn’t a loud yell nor a quiet command that the man uttered. It was the offer to give her something to focus on so that she might calm down. To her own surprise, it worked. She was still breathing rapidly with her mouth slightly open. Her heavy breathing was a sight to behold with her bare chest on full display. But in this moment, neither did she care nor did the man avert his eyes from her face. Whatever fatigue still lingered in her body was now washed away by adrenaline.

“I get that you are confused and frightened. I can’t promise you that you’ll be less frightened in a moment, but I think we can do something about your confusion. Should I start with the questions that you just asked?”

His calm and patient demeanor was irritating and reassuring at the same time. Irritating because it seemed so out of place and reassuring because it made her believe in the possibility that she might be able to reason with him. She calmed down a bit. All her senses were still on high alert but she felt her breathing slow down and registered the pain that her own nails had inflicted on her hands when she unconsciously clenched her hands into tight fists digging her nails into her palms. As she relaxed her body, she became aware of her exposed chest. But this wasn’t the time to care about nudity. This was a matter of life and death. Who was this man? A serial killer? A slave trader? Did he kidnap her for ransom? Would she survive this encounter? She couldn’t figure this out by herself. She met his gaze, then gave him a quiet nod signaling that she wanted the answers he offered. He nodded back at her.

“Okay, good. Let me start with the easier of your two questions. Where are you? You are in a bedroom in the basement of a building. Frankly, you don’t need to know more than that. I rented this place under a false name and I’ll most likely never come back here after tomorrow. So knowing the exact address won’t help you or the police find me if that is what you’re thinking about. However, you’re not that far from your apartment. So once we’re done here, you can walk home. Your phone is in the drawer over there and I’ll return it to you in the end. If you’re not familiar with this particular part of the city, you can then use Google maps or the navigation app of your choice to find your way home. And if your phone needs recharging, just let me know.”

He sounded so casual and considerate when he explained these things to her. Like they were friends and he just described to her how to find her way to his new address after he had moved to a new place. It was surreal. But she also felt a wave of relief calm her anxious mind. He had said: ‘So once we’re done here, you can walk home’. The implication being, first, that she would survive, and second, that she would be in a state where she was able to walk. Assuming that he was telling the truth, these were good news all things considered.

Now that she was fully awake, her analytical mind was working again. Of course, she had no good reason to believe this man but without any hope to cling to she was sure that she would lose her mind. And without being able to think clearly she would never find a way to get out of this situation. Take him by his word, try not to offend him and see whether there is a way to reason with him. She didn’t have a lot of time to think about her situation, but for now, that appeared to be her best course of action. Whether he had any idea of what she was thinking about or not, he proceeded to the next question.

“Now, your second question, that one is a bit trickier. Who am I? In most cases people are asking for your name when asking that question, but I guess that is not what you’re interested in. However, if my name is what you want to know, then for obvious reasons, I can’t reveal my full name to you. But I think we can do this on a first name basis. But to get back your original question... Hmm, you’re into philosophy, aren’t you? I like that...”

Oh god, she started to think that she knows his type. The kind of guy that likes to hear himself talk. She just hoped that he would not go on forever musing about the intricate complexities of the question ‘Who are you?’ Anyway, she wasn’t going to interrupt him. Despite his composed demeanor, she still feared what would happen if she in any way angered him. Her mind wandered for a moment, but she focused on his babbling again.

“...So you see, there’s a million different answers to the question who I am, most of them completely irrelevant to your current predicament. I’m not someone you know if that is what your trying to figure out. For all I know, we’ve never interacted before today. But if I go with what’s relevant for you, the best answer to the question, I guess, is…”

He appeared to be deep in thought as he paused for a moment, his gaze wandering to the ceiling, his arms folded before his body. Seeing him think made her anxious. Then, he looked at her again and for a brief moment, as he seemed to have an epiphany, a joyous smile adorned his face.

“Well, let me put it like this. I know you’re name is Claire. It’s very nice to finally meet you and be able to talk to you like this. As I said before, I can’t tell you my full name but I hope my first name is enough for you. And as for who I am…”

Sheepishly scratching his head while he made a short pause before finishing the sentence made him almost look like a shy boy about to confess to a girl he likes. He then looked directly into her eyes.

“I am Mark and… I am your rapist for the coming day.”
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Well, what do you think? The first time I posted this, people liked the dialogue in particular. Admittedly, they usually referred to more than just chapter 1 in their feedback. But I was surprised by that. While I in general like other aspects of the story more than the dialogue, I am still very happy with that final line. I still think it is a great cliff hanger.

[Claire]

Chapter 2 – The Price of Admission


“I am Mark and… I am your rapist for the coming day.”

That was not a sentence she expected to hear, ever. She had to let it sink in. It was not like she hadn’t considered that option. A serial killer, a rapist, an abduction for ransom, human trafficking, a crazy stalker or a combination of the above, that were the options that came to her mind before he had revealed his intentions. It was just the way he said it that made it hard to believe. He made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world. He might as well have said ‘Hi, I’m Mark. I like my coffee black, I enjoy raping women and my favorite soccer team is Brazil.’ One of these is not like the other but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

She was going to be raped. She tried to maintain her composure but… She was going to be raped. The situation hadn’t changed after what he had said. Arguably, considering all the other options she had thought of, this wasn’t even the worst outcome. And yet… She was going to be raped. The way he said it, it left no room for bargaining, for negotiation, no room for consent. He didn’t even give her the option to consent. No, she got the feeling that he didn’t want her to consent, that this would defeat the point. He was to be her rapist. She was going to be raped. No, he would rape her. Even if she found him attractive, even if she wanted to sleep with him, he would take her against her will. He would rape her and… she had no idea what to do.

While these thoughts went through her head, she fell back onto the bed. She was staring at the ceiling but not really seeing anything. Silent tears escaped her eyes. She tried once to wipe them away but was immediately reminded of the cuffs binding her hands to the mattress. That frustrated her to no end. She was so helpless, she couldn’t even wipe away her own tears. It was a painful reminder of her hopeless situation. She started sobbing. It wasn’t a loud desperate crying that sought attention, it wasn’t a cry for help. It was reminiscent of a lone girl crying herself to sleep while no one was watching. But somebody was watching. Mark was watching. When he noticed that she was about to stop crying, he went back to the table and grabbed a pack of tissues. Then he moved towards her.

Claire had stopped crying. She knew that Mark would rape her but for some reason she could also sense that he wouldn’t do it just yet. What he was waiting for, she had no idea. So when he came closer, she didn’t feel any immediate danger. She understood what he was about to do when he approached her with tissues in hand. Wipe her tears for her. But she didn’t understand why he wanted to do that if he was going to rape her afterwards.

Mark didn’t give off the aura of someone who had no compassion for others. Maybe, just maybe, he spoke so casually about raping her, talked so casually with her despite abducting her, because he didn’t understand how severe the crime was that he was about to commit? Did he just not understand how much this would hurt her? His behavior was so bizarre. She knew it was a longshot but she would bet on that humanity that she felt in him. She would try to appeal to that.

Mark stood now next to the bed, tissues in hand. While he was pulling one of the tissues out of the pack in his hand, he didn’t look at Claire for a moment. He could hear her sniffle once, then she spoke.

“Mark?”

Her voice was quiet and shivering. Anybody could hear that she had just cried her heart out. It was a voice that belonged to a frightened girl but it was also full of bravery. To confront him like she was about to do, that required guts. Mark couldn’t help but admire that.

“Yeah?”

His response was just as short as her question. He was about to start wiping her tears away when he noticed that she was making eye contact with him. Her eyes were red from crying but despite the desperation she must have felt with her soon to be rapist standing next to her, she didn’t shy away from his eyes for even a moment.

For Mark, the moment felt almost intimate. What was she about to say? He had heard women plead with him in the past: ‘Don’t do this!’, ‘Please, stop!’, ‘It hurts!’, ‘Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone', ‘No, not inside!’. But Claire’s attempt to plead with him felt different. It didn’t feel frantic or desperate. It felt like she wanted to believe in something good in him.

“I don’t want to be raped.”

Her voice was firm, but gentle. It wasn’t a command or a plea, just a simple factual statement about her own desires. Desires he had been about to trample. Desires that were so obvious that the other women he had raped in the past never even thought to mention them. Desires he had always known about but now could no longer claim to be unaware of.

She was still looking into his eyes, searching for that humanity and he realized that, for this moment at least, he had lost to her. That after all these years a simple ‘I don’t want to be raped’ could evoke a feeling of guilt in him, he had thought to be impossible. He couldn’t hold her gaze. Instead of looking into her eyes, he decided to focus on her tear stained cheeks that he was starting to gently wipe with the tissue in his hand. He sighed.

“I know...”

That was his defeated response. Claire noticed how he was unable to keep looking into her eyes. She was the one who was abducted, stripped naked, chained to a bed and threatened with rape. He was literally looking down on her and yet he was the one who had to look away. This interaction filled him with guilt and her with hope.

She could feel him wiping away the tears he had caused. She could feel that, in this moment, he cared for her. That his sympathy for her wasn’t an act. She knew that nothing had been gained until he unchained her. But should he actually decide to do so, she would try her best to meet his decision to do the right thing just before it was too late with kindness. Then, the unexpected happened.

“That is… what makes it so much fun.”

He was still unable to look her in the eye and the way he said it, it wasn’t meant to be a cruel comeback to make fun of her earnest attempt to reach out to him. No, it was an admission of guilt. Behind the nonchalant facade, behind the cynicism was a man who was affected by the pain he inflicted upon his victims. He wished he could be uncaring and cruel, but ultimately he had empathy for his victims. It’s just that... he valued the joy that he gained from raping them more than the empathy he had for them. He hated himself because he wished it was the other way around. It was the simple wish to be normal.

He had to take a step back from her. He angrily squashed the tissue in his hand and then threw it to the ground. He wasn’t angry at her, he was angry at himself for letting her affect him. He tried to calm himself.

Yes, he felt guilty for what he was about to do. But what of it? What better way to drown out the feeling of guilt than to bury his dick in her untouched cunt? He might feel guilty now, he might feel guilty afterward. But he will indulge himself in the pleasure of filling that tight little fun hole between her legs with his cum to his heart’s content. If guilt was the price of admission, then he would make sure that he wasn’t overcharged.

Meanwhile, it took her a moment to comprehend what he just said. His rebuttal had been a gut punch to her newfound glimmer of hope. It was precisely because she didn’t want to be raped that made him want to rape her? That made it fun for him? As he stepped away from the bed and threw the tissue to the ground, she realized that she had touched a nerve in him. He was visibly angry now, but not violent. And whatever he was angry about, the anger didn’t seem to be directed at her.

Now there she was, still naked, incapable of leaving the bed she was bound to and about to be raped. That moment of hope was gone. She acknowledged that the man with the pained expression on his face was lost to her. She didn’t know whether therapy with a professional would be able to help Mark but nothing she could do tonight would free him from his demons. The thought itself was sad, but then her sense of self preservation kicked in again and she knew that she didn’t have time to pity him. She had to look for a solution that didn’t rely on him having a change of heart.

She looked at him while he was having some internal discussion with himself. What did she actually see now that she was able to take a good look at him? He was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. Around average height for a man. Most people, herself included, would probably consider him handsome or even cute. But he was overall unremarkable. If you passed him on the street, you would in all likelihood not notice him. The bathrobe covered most of his body but he was certainly not overweight. He cared for his own fitness without being overly committed to any training routine. At least that was her first impression.

In a physical confrontation with him, she would probably lose 99 out of a 100 times, the one victory being due to dumb luck. That difference in strength could not be fully explained by the inherent advantage in height and muscle mass that the male body has over the female body post puberty. Claire was all to aware that even for a woman she was on the smaller and more delicate side. It was not inconceivable that a woman on the upper end of the normal distribution in female strength and height might be able to physically compete with Mark, but sadly that was not her.

She wondered whether he picked her precisely because he assessed her to be no threat. Quite frankly, his physical advantage over her was so large that she was surprised that he felt the need to chain her up like this. Maybe this was just a fetish thing for him? But she thought that this might be an angle she could play. He might be willing to release her from her cuffs because she is no threat. If he wants to use her hands or her feet for his, well, pleasure, then unchaining her could turn out to be a promising prospect for him.

While she was scheming and Mark was struggling with whatever she had triggered in him, her eyes followed down his body slowly analyzing him. When she reached the area where she suspected his crotch to be she couldn’t help but notice the bulge that had formed in his bath robe. This stopped her thoughts immediately. He was hard. She didn’t have a lot of experience with penises beyond what she had seen in porn, but even she knew that this penis was fully erect or at least close to it. ‘I don’t want to be raped.’ she had told him earnestly and the result… was this, this display of masculine desire.

She had felt confusion, fear, desperation, sadness, hope and pity since she had woken up in this basement. Now she could add disgust to the list. It wasn’t so much the fact that he desired her body that repulsed her so much. She enjoyed being desirable as much as anybody else. It wasn’t even the thought that he wanted to enter her body with this… thing of his. She was a virgin, but the thought of trusting a man so much that she welcomes him into her body was enticing for her. It was the fact that he wanted to enter her precisely because she didn’t want him to that made her want to vomit. And this erection that he didn’t even try to hide told her that these weren’t just words he used strategically to hurt or discourage her but they were his honest feelings.

She noticed that she had been staring at his erection for a while, probably longer than any other erection she had ever seen besides those she watched on a screen. She closed her eyes and tried to get back to scheming. First, she needed to figure out how to buy time and learn more about him.

“Alright, listen…”

She suddenly heard him talk again. He seemed to have regained his composure.

“I don’t want you to be all antsy the entire time because you think I might jump at you at any moment. So, here is what’s going to happen.”

Clearly, the man had a plan beyond abducting her and improvising from then on. Whether this was good or bad for her, she couldn’t say. He continued his explanation.

“In roughly 27 minutes I will penetrate you for the first time and there is nothing you can do about that.”

Of course, this statement shocked her as it gave the sword of Damocles called rape hanging over her head a definitive date, but more than that… Why was that so oddly specific?
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Even rereading the chapter now, I still really like it. It contains one of the favorite paragraphs I have ever written in a story. Can you guess which one it is?

[Vela Nanashi]

Drugged, wonder where she got drugged. Also not remembering where you fell asleep is usually not a good sign for most people. Also waking up naked when not usually sleeping naked probably should be more of a shock to her than it is in her drugged state. Reasonable question though, about being in hospital.

Though it seems like a weird thing for him to say what he did, not very doctor like to me.

Especially that second line, yeah should send alarm bells ringing. overdose petite girl.

But she does not really notice the wrongness in that either not entirely at least, too powerful drugs.

Then again he is sending mixed signals with helping her drink.

Yeah water needed to clear up eye and brain a bit, bathrobe? ok he was not trying to look like a doctor.

Good that she is starting to realize something is not right, but at the same time probably not a lot she can actually do as a petite girl against almost any man who is awake and not paralysed.

Oh and the fact that she is cuffed too, strong drugs to hide that from her. Adrenaline is a good way to clear ones mind too, in some respects, funny that she did not really wonder why her hands were not up to allow chaining to bed, but maybe I am picturing it wrong.

Kinda useless to fight anyway so better to calm down and get more information in that situation. Also unlikely yelling would help given that she clearly was moved there.

At least some potential comfort in that he at least claims she will leave this place later alive. Also being that calm he probably has done this kind of thing more than this one time. Also she realizes that one moment later live commentary sometimes gets a bit silly.

Lol ok phasing out when he is talking and missing some of his convo due to it, that is a nice touch.

Claire and Mark, and I like the dialogue of this first part, even if Mark is a bit weird and silly.

[Vela Nanashi]

Yeah weird thing to say in that way, he might actually say all those things she thought he might just as well have said

Crazy idea that is probably utterly dumb, would spoiling the situation for him, by getting enthusiastically excited "oh I always wanted someone as hot as you to see me and want to make love, it is going to be so great, please let me see your cute cock" I mean it might be a bad idea, probably.

I have heard that for men crying can murder a boner real quick, that is probably not true for rapists though. Interesting thoughts and legitimate confusion there. Though no I am sure he knows that rape is wrong, but maybe the kind of rape he wants to do is different, maybe he is twisted in a different way, like wanting to get her actually aroused against her will and make it a memorable night for her, not due to pain, but despite not wanting to having orgasms, as that can twist and break a mind in an entirely different way.

Interesting tactic and that it works on him, guilt is also not really something I would expect in a rapist, but I suppose they are human too, especially given his experience though, having done this before, it is interesting that it affects him. Ok so he might have the dark version of empathy, that let's him fully feel what others are feeling, even know how to hurt someone the most, but it won't have any weight unless he wants it to. Though he does not read like that entirely to me.

Curious emotional chaos there for Mark and not familiar, so this is interesting, due to being different. Also Teaser again.

Also interesting internal thoughts, I am not sure there is much she can actually do, but I like that she is trying to think of something and staying relatively calm.

Interesting analysis about physical confrontation, but even another man would have trouble resisting Mark if cuffed like that, at least with proper cuffs and chains, and it is likely Mark thought of that. As for the chains and cuffs, those add spice for some people, it is not about her being a threat or not, it is more complicated than that. Sure it may save him from having to bruise her by physically pinning her down and also not have to walk away with scratches all over. He is clearly not really into the resisting bit of rape.

A perfectly natural way to view things, not wanting a man to rape you, because he wants to. Though there are others who at least think they enjoy a man who will take her because he wants to, and that can turn them on, to be so irresistible he can't stop himself, but that is not her. Throwing up could actually maybe also make him less in the mood for sex, but then with this guy I don't really know.

Yeah funny that he is on a schedule, maybe that green light she noticed earlier was a camera or something, and he is getting ready to stream her rape or something?

Who really knows, this is a very curious story so far. I don't think she will be able to scheme her way out of what he wants to do, unless he would be affected negatively by her wanting him to have sex with her, but that too seems unlikely.

I can't guess what is your favourite paragraph, as there are many good ones in there.

[Claire]

It's so fun to read your comments on these two early chapters. It feels like I could say a lot in respose, but I don't want to spoil you. It's particularly interesting to me that you suggested that he might want to livestream her rape. You are the second person to suggest that after reading chapter 2. This idea of a livestreamed rape that came up on the discussion thread for this story on RavishU was partially what inspired me to write Men at War.

I'm also impressed by your memory. I think most people would have forgotton that green light I briefly mentioned in chapter 1 by the end of chapter 2. I promise you, it will return.

When it comes to your idea that Claire could pretend to want to have sex with him to discourage him: I never considered this as a strategy, but I believe that Mark is smart enough to see right through that. He would just put that to the test and her physical reactions would soon tell him the truth. So it likely wouldn't work.

[Claire]

Chapter 3 – The Responsible Rapist’s Manifesto


Some part of her thought that it was pointless to engage in his way of thinking. Would that not only grant him further satisfaction, a form of acknowledgment of his twisted view of the world? But she couldn’t help herself.

She was born with an inquisitive mind. She developed a love for the sciences early on and when she was old enough to realize that a lot of the foundation of these disciplines came from mathematics she was head over heels. To the surprise of no one in her life she decided to study mathematics after high school. She had loved almost every minute of it. Being a woman in a male dominated field had its challenges, sure, but the mathematics itself was everything she had hoped for. A world of absolute truths with no fundamental uncertainties. Your understanding of the hidden truths only limited by the capabilities of your own mind.

At least, that was what she thought until she first encountered Gödel’s incompleteness theorems about two years ago. Coming to understand that her beloved mathematics wasn’t this world of absolute, irrefutable truths that could in principal all be proven had her affected more than she was willing to admit. She had actually cried a little the night she had finished the proof of the theorem herself. She hadn’t even told Jason about this, so silly had she felt for crying because of this.

It was that same inquisitive mind that led her down the path to becoming a mathematician that forced her now to ask:

“Why exactly 27 minutes?”

Asking questions, trying to understand things, trying to understand him, that was her way of coping with the stress and the trauma of the situation.

“Oh come on, Claire… You’re more than smart enough to figure that one out by yourself, aren’t you?”

Was he trying to keep her mind occupied with this kind of challenge? Alright, she was willing to indulge him on this. She was looking around the room for a clock. When she had first woken up in this room, she had noticed a green light nearby. And there it was, on the nightstand next to her bed. A digital alarm clock with green numerals depicting the current time. 23:34 did the clock read. 26 minutes to midnight. She looked back to Mark.

“So, you want to do… it… on midnight? Why? Is tomorrow an anniversary of something special in your life? A joyous celebration of the annual rapesgiving?”

She didn’t even try to hide the contempt behind that sarcastic remark. She had no way of knowing what the significance of that day was for him but she expected something fucked up like: It was this exact day at midnight 5 years ago that he had first raped a woman and now this was a tradition for him or something like that.

“No, it’s nothing fancy like that. But I like the idea. Maybe I should make that a thing…”

He actually seemed to contemplate the idea for a moment and that filled her with horror. She did not want to be responsible for giving him an idea like that with a stupid sarcastic remark she had made out of spite.

“Nah, that wouldn’t work.”

He shook his head.

“The logistics of making that work every year on the same day… that’s a nightmare. You know, people always talk about the victims when it comes to rape. But do you have any idea of the risks you take as the assailant? You have to do a lot of careful planning to avoid getting caught if you want to make a career out of this. So fixating on a specific date every year like that is one of the easiest ways to expose yourself to unnecessary risk. But it is a somewhat romantic idea, I’ll give you that.”

She was just speechless. The thought process that must have led him to this answer simply did not compute for her. Whether he didn’t notice the befuddled expression on her face or just didn’t care, she didn’t know. But he continued to speak without interruption.

“Anyway, we’re running out of time, and I still got a few things to explain. First, let me start by apologizing. We would have had much more time if I hadn’t screwed up.”

She was curious what ludicrous thing he felt the need to apologize for.

“When I abducted you from the street on your way home, I used good old chloroform to knock you out. I expected you to be awake around 10 pm or maybe even earlier. But apparently I overdid it. Now we’re in a bit of a time crunch and that’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

So that is what he meant earlier when he said that he had given her an overdose. She couldn’t care less whether he had knocked her out for one, two or three hours. But she was trying to remember what she was doing before she got here.

“So, I was in... a bar before you took me, right?”

She asked him that without even acknowledging his apology. Her memory was coming back to her now that she was fully awake and trying to puzzle it back together.

“From what I could see, you were meeting with a bunch of friends and some freshmen.”

He was trying to help her remember and it actually worked.

“You’re right. I was there with… a friend and I got to meet some new people.”

She had almost mentioned Emily’s name there but the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally put her friend on his radar. She had met Emily when they were both freshmen. Emily studied physics and Claire mathematics. Especially in the early semesters, they had shared quite a few courses. They first found each other simply by being both women surrounded by men but they got along so well that they stuck together.

Emily was the type of friend that dragged girls like Claire outside to participate more in social events. This day had been one such occasion. Originally, Claire had wanted to stay home and work on some unfinished exercise sheet for one of her classes. But ultimately, Emily’s persistent nagging had won out and Claire had accompanied her to the bar.

She actually had a nice evening. She got along with one of the freshmen there, Eugene. A lot of the guys studying mathematics with her were… difficult, either trying to constantly hit on her without being able to understand how much unwanted attention women like herself already received by the enormous surplus of men in her field. Or they were being more or less subtle sexists who treated her better at first glance but ultimately thought of her as a little girl who needed a smarter man at her side who helped her explain the complicated mathematics she would never be able to understand without his enlightened guidance.

Eugene wasn’t like that as far as Claire could tell after their first conversation. He seemed to fully understand that she was a few years ahead of him and actually appreciated it when she had offered her help in case he ran into any problems. She remembered well how hard the first year in mathematics could be and how many of her fellow students had quit.

These were nice memories of the evening that were now tainted by what happened immediately after. The last thing she remembered was her leaving the bar early because, no matter how much Emily protested, she still had some work to do on those exercises for her topology course.

“Mark, so what about midnight?”

The conversation had been derailed by their reconstruction of Claire’s most recent memories. The alarm clock showed her that there were only 23 minutes left until midnight. She felt suddenly very uneasy, painfully aware of the literal countdown ticking down to whatever fate Mark had in store for her.

“You’re right, I’m getting to this, but it’s a bit stupid so promise you won’t laugh.”

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t expect to laugh again for a long time and her blank expression let him know exactly that. It didn’t take long for him to continue.

“I recently turned 30 and as you get older you start to notice certain changes about yourself. For me, the first thing was that it takes longer to recover from a hangover. And another thing that most guys experience is, it takes longer to get hard again after you’ve come.”

She had no idea where this was going.

“And there is this idea… or it’s more like a question that most guys think about every now and then, I believe. How often can I come during one day? I’m not sure whether girls think about stuff like that at all but with basically no recovery time between orgasms,... the sky is the limit, right?”

Claire hadn’t thought about this. She didn’t want to think about this. He just kept talking.

“When I was 16, I actually tried to find out how often I could do it. But I stopped at 12 times before I reached my limit. Good times...”

Was there a hint of sadness and regret in his voice? She noticed how she had started to breath heavier again. The part of her brain that was responsible for rational thought was not yet able to comprehend what any of this had to with her. But some more intuitive part of her started to understand that his words were painting a picture with her at its center. And what that picture showed scared her to death. She needed all her will power to suppress the rising fear to keep listening to this lunatic.

“And now, as I am getting older and see my recovery time between cumshots increasing, I started to realize: If I don’t try it soon, I’ll never do it again.”

There was this lingering fear of the answer to the question that she just had to ask.

“What does any of this have to do with me? Jerk yourself off to your heart’s content. I won’t stop you.”

She had tried to sound defiant but her voice was trembling. She was on the verge of crying again, unable to hide the desperation from her voice. She had felt defeated before, but this was different. She knew that there was no way out of this. Not because she couldn’t move but because there was absolutely no rhyme or reason to any of this that she could address with some rationally crafted plan. All of this was just a grotesque farce envisioned by a man who lost every bit of common sense.

“You know why I stopped early during my first attempt back then? It stopped being fun. After a while, masturbating just stops being fun. Sure, you can force you’re body to go through the motions of the physical processes behind an orgasm but it stops feeling good. Your hand gets tired, your dick actually hurts, even your balls are in pain. It becomes a chore at this point. And that is where you come into play.”

Here is what she understood the essence of his ramblings to come down to: He needed a sophisticated sex toy to keep his marathon of orgasms fun even beyond the point of physical exhaustion. That toy was her. 20 minutes until her ordeal would begin.

“Why me?”

Her question was barely audible but she had to ask.

“Well, taking a woman against her will turns me on. You’re a woman that doesn’t want me. So there’s that. Then you are just my type. After I first saw you, I started to follow you around for a bit and I overheard a phone call you had with one of your friends two weeks ago. From that, I knew that you are a virgin. I don’t care much about the whole virginity thing for its own sake but I like my women tight, you know, for maximum friction if you want to call it that.”

Claire felt dizzy. It had been a while since she had eaten anything but she felt like she would vomit if he kept talking.

“Also, I mean, looking at your figure… I hope you don’t take that as an insult, but you were not exactly blessed with what one would call child bearing hips. Personally, I find it hot. But my point is: A tender virgin girl like yourself,.. if there was a perfectly tight girl out there somewhere, it must be you.”

He just kept talking. Like she had suspected: The kind of guy that likes to hear himself talk.

“Oh, and I have a thing for freckles.”

She was past the point where the things he said caused outrage in her. She didn’t have it in her anymore to process all of this in an emotionally appropriate way. For some reason, she felt the need to summarize this verbally. Maybe it helped her to accept the reality of the situation she was in.

“Basically, what you’re saying is this: For the next 24 hours… you will rape me not once, not twice but over and over again to… to… chase... your childhood… orgasm… record?”

He hesitated a moment before he answered her.

“Well, if you put it like that it sounds pretty stupid. But yeah, pretty much.”

It was too much. It was just too much. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe a serial killer would have been the better option.

“But I know what you’re thinking right now.”

She highly doubted that.

“Why start at midnight? Wouldn’t any 24 hour period do? Then I could do all of this without having to adjust my sleep schedule beforehand. But it just felt like the right thing to do to make it an actual day, you know?”

Claire didn’t respond anymore. She was just staring at the alarm clock hoping for a miracle that would stop time, or better even, turn it back. She knew enough about physics to know that this was unlikely to happen. And yet, would something crazy like that happening really be more absurd than the situation she was in currently? She thought of the words that had started all this: ‘I am your rapist for the coming day’. He meant that literally, she realized. 17 minutes till midnight.

Mark had taken a few steps back. When Claire didn’t respond, he had stopped talking as well. She looked so lifeless to him. She was just staring at that clock. He could feel that unwanted feeling of pity slowly creeping up his spine and reaching his brain. Maybe, just maybe he had overdone it a little. The problem was... he really liked Claire. Not in a romantic way, of course. He had followed her around for a while. He wasn’t a stalker, unless necessary for his plans. But following her around had shown him a lot of her and he liked what he saw.

And he didn’t mean just that cute little body… those beautiful tits that she had exposed during her first emotional outburst and never covered up since then. God, it was hard not looking at them for the last half hour. He couldn’t wait to finally feel them, caress them, kiss them, suck on them, all of this with his fully erect cock hidden away in the depths of her tight hole desperately trying to push him out. They were smaller then the average woman’s tits but the perfect size for her small frame. He had always thought that big tits on small, delicate women looked disproportionate. He was wondering how much of hers he could fit into his mouth while licking and sucking on them. He would have to do that after he had filled her up at least once, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on her tits and...

Right, concentrate. So as he was thinking, he didn’t mean just that cute little body… those beautiful… He had made a mistake. As he had decided that he would rape her sometime around today he had imposed upon himself an orgasm ban until the moment finally arrived. A little no nut fasting period as preparation for the big day. That was about two weeks ago. For the last three days, he had gone one step further and started edging repeatedly. He was sure that his plan succeeded in the sense that his first orgasm would be a big one. But apparently, this had put him into a state where just ogling a pair of pretty boobs made him hard. That was a phase of youthful arousal that he considered behind him since he was 20 years old or so. On the other hand, if he was to compete with the stamina of his 16 year old self, maybe that was the right mindset.

He decided to finally reduce the temperature in the room a little and take another bathroom break, not that he needed one. He knew that he should ask Claire again about the temperature but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would rape her anyway so it was okay if he let the mask slip for a moment, right? I mean, why kick her when she’s down already. He knew that she wouldn’t mind if he lowered the temperature a bit. She hadn’t been cold for a moment since she had woken up and once he was on top of her, thrusting into her, there was just no chance that she might get cold.

As he entered the bathroom, he could finally formulate a clear thought without those damn alluring tits distracting him. It was not just her body that he had come to like over the course of the surveillance phase of his plan. He had seen her interact with other people. He was hiding below her bedroom window when she was talking to one of her friends on her phone. He heard of course only what Claire was saying, but some other girl had called her because she had finally lost her virginity and she needed someone to talk to. That was what it sounded like to him. Despite being busy with some of her math stuff at the time, she dropped it immediately for her friend.

He had seen her being a hard worker and a good teacher to the students she tutored. She got a little annoyed at her mother calling her so often but was that so bad? From what he had seen, Claire was right: the woman needed to chill. Her dad had called her only once during the time he was following her, but he seemed so proud of his little girl because of some exam she had aced. He remembered how happy his praise had made her. Claire was not just a pretty girl. She was a good person.

He didn’t like hurting good people. His head slowly dropped against the bathroom door accompanied by a deep sigh. If raping good people was wrong, why did it feel so good? It wasn’t fair. Nowadays, everybody was allowed and welcomed to express their identity and sexuality as they saw fit. The gays, the lesbians, the trans people, fuck it, even the furries. You’re into BDSM? That’s no longer taboo. Let’s make a giant bestseller and blockbuster movie about that and have middle aged housewives fawn over it in public. But he was condemned to a life of sexual frustration because he enjoyed putting his dick into non-consenting cunt? Was that really so wrong? What was he supposed to do? Swear a vow of celibacy and join the catholic church? Well, it’s not like that institution had a huge problem accommodating rapists within their ranks. But that’s besides the point.

He had come up with a set of rules for himself to lessen his guilt:

1. Don’t rape those under the age of 18.
2. Don’t kill your victim.
3. Don’t inflict lasting physical harm on your victim.
4. Don’t abduct your victim for more than one day.
5. Don’t threaten your victim with a violation of the rules.

He had once proposed these rules anonymously online as a basis for a discussion of what he called ethical rape. Of course, the reaction to this was exactly what he had expected. The majority was disgusted by the mere proposal refusing to even engage with the idea. Some took these rules seriously and pointed out that the fundamental ethical problem of rape was the disregard for bodily autonomy but that even from a purely consequentialist view, this set of rules didn’t account for psychological harm. It got really weird when one guy pointed out that there was no rule against impregnating a victim. Another one chimed in arguing that the rule against impregnation was implicitly contained in rule number 3. What appeared to be a subgroup of lawyers lost themselves in a debate about whether causing a pregnancy was considered “inflicting harm” and whether a recovery period of 9 months was considered “lasting”. He considered himself fucked up but he was nothing compared to lawyers apparently.

Ultimately, his proposal was widely disregarded and a negligible minority of trolls and what he presumed to be fellow rapists hailed these rules as the gospel of rape, the rapist’s commands or the responsible rapist’s manifesto. He wasn’t delusional enough to buy into any of that. He was just looking for an excuse that made what he wanted acceptable. Something to absolve him of the guilt of doing what he liked.

It was time to return to Claire. He stood in front of the door to the bedroom. He was about to open the door when he stopped himself. He needed his psychotic persona to be in control for what was to follow. That guilt-ridden wimp from his bathroom break was of no use here. One more deep breath to get into character, then he opened the door and stepped through.
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This was the first time that I went into more humorous territory with my writing. Mark getting distracted in his thought process multiple times imagining Claire's boobs and then of course him ranting in his thoughts about how unfair the world is for not letting him enjoy his rape fetish in the form of real rapes. And as ludicrous as the online discussion of his proposed rules for ethical rape might seem, I actually could see it happen similar to what I described in the chapter. I could definitely see some philosophy YouTube channels have a field day with this, taking the proposal seriously and analyzing it. And then you'd have those people discussing the fine details of that proposal while missing the point that the entire idea is just stupid at its core. To me, that would just be the internet being the internet. But what do you think? Could you see this proposal being discussed like I described or do you think it would just be ignored?

[Claire]

Chapter 4 – Foreplay


During Marks absence she was able to step out of that state of complete fatalism. She hadn’t come up with any new ideas but she thought she would be able to gather her strength one more time and try to talk to him one last time. Then she heard the door open. 12 minutes till midnight.

As soon as she saw Mark, she tried to address him.

“Hey Mark, I know it’s not a lot of time left but I thought…”

He didn’t react to what she was saying. Her voice faltered a bit because of that.

“I thought you could maybe remove these cuffs? I don’t think you need them and I…”

She saw him open the bath robe he had been wearing all that time. He was completely naked underneath. He let the robe drop to the floor and then began walking towards her. The first thing she noticed was the wet stain on the inner side of the dropped bathrobe. She had an idea where that came from but that must have been quite a bit of precum.

“I won’t be able to do…”

She tried to continue her sentence but the naked man approaching her made that hard for her. He wasn’t erect yet but his penis nevertheless caught her attention. He stood now directly in front of her while she was sitting upright in the bed. Her eyes were transfixed on his penis when she felt him putting two fingers below her chin gently urging her head upwards.

“Claire? Eyes up here.”

She slowly looked up to him. She was unable to read the expression on his face.

“I’ve got it all figured out. There is nothing you need or can do.”

That frightened her. A quick glance at the alarm clock. 11 minutes till midnight.

The next thing she noticed was that he had stopped touching her chin. Instead he had grabbed the blanket that was still covering the lower half of her body. In one fell swoop, he ripped the blanket both from her body and the bed. He threw it right next to his bathrobe, meaning that it was completely out of reach for her. Her heart was beating so fast that at any moment it could have jumped right out of her chest.

“Mark, please, you don’t want to do this.”

She didn’t believe that herself but she had to try something. While he answered her, he started to climb onto the bed positioning himself between her chained ankles.

“You are a very smart woman. But you are very wrong about this.”

Without any advance warning he grabbed her by her hips and suddenly pulled her towards him. That surprise attack caused her to shriek and to fall on her back. She was now lying completely naked before him. Since he had pulled her towards him, her arms were now lying above her head since the cuffs had kept her wrists in place. Her legs were now bent at her knees such that her heels came close to touching her butt.

She couldn’t help but realize how exposed she was in this position. She had been topless for a while now but her heavy breathing made quite the display of her breasts. And with the blanket gone and him kneeling between her legs, she couldn’t close them no matter how much she wanted to. It gave him an unobstructed line of sight directly between her legs. The more she thought about that, the more ashamed she felt. She felt the heat rising to her face tinting her cheeks with an adorable rosy hue. She could see how that made him smile. She dared to take another glance at the alarm clock. 10 minutes till midnight.

“There is still some ti…”

She made another attempt at talking to him. But she choked on her words when she felt one of his hands placed firmly below her butt. He then pushed her upwards, lifting her hips high into the air and forcing her to stand on her feet while her head and shoulders remained on the mattress. It looked like he was forcing her into the yoga position known as the bridge. That elevated her shame to new heights as her crotch was now directly in front of his face.

“What are you doing?”

She asked this question with a meek voice no longer expecting him to answer. She had barely finished the question when she felt him slowly letting her back down again. But instead of placing her ass firmly on the mattress again as before it rested now on a cushion.

“I’m preparing you for penetration. I put a cushion below your ass to elevate your hips a little. That allows me to penetrate you easier and deeper. Also, it has the added effect of making it more difficult for my cum to flow out of your pussy. With this angle, gravity should help us keep my loads inside of you instead of making them drip out of you.”

He made this sound like he was doing her a favor. The last thing she wanted was his sperm inside of her. He kept pushing her around like an animal on a farmer’s market and every word he said added to her humiliation. To her horror, he wasn’t even done talking.

“I guess that after a few loads it’ll start overflowing out of you anyway. But let’s think of it as an experiment that we conduct together. How many creampies will it take for little Claire to exceed the cum-carrying-capacity of her sweet little cunt? You want to take bets?”

The cruelty of his words gnawed at her delicate heart. She had appealed to his better nature, she had been defiant, she had been patient with him. None of it had changed anything. Was that what being raped truly meant? That your choices no longer mattered because off the ill intent of another? As she felt the countdown to her inevitable fate rapidly approach the finish line a hint of acceptance invaded her thought process. For the first time she didn’t ask herself ‘How do I get out of this?’ but instead ‘How much will it hurt?’ 9 minutes till midnight.

He had her finally prepared. As there was still some time before the official start, he decided to inspect the merchandise in front of him. He couldn’t wait to invade her but that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in the rest of her body. Raping her meant to him that he’d own her body in its entirety.

He leaned over her far enough such that his outstretched arms were able to reach her hands. He put the palms of his hands on hers. He had touched her just moments before when he put her in position but now he was solely focused on the sensation of touching her skin. He started with her hands as he intended to guide his exploration of her body from top to bottom. Slowly, he let his hands glide down her arms. He exerted basically no pressure on her. It was an almost ghost like touch.

She was a very delicate girl, he thought. Her forearms were so thin compared to his that he wondered whether he’d be able to wrap one of his hands completely around both at the same time. As he towered over her like this with his hands on her forearms he thought that Claire wasn’t wrong. He didn’t need the cuffs to keep her in place. He could just push her arms down onto the bed like this while he violated her and she’d never be able to overpower him and free herself. But for now, he didn’t want to have to look out for what she might do with her hands if he let go of her arms because he wanted his own hands to explore some other part of her body. Maybe later he’d free her from her constraints.

As he let his hands glide down further, he reached her elbow and suddenly saw her flinch. The timing was pure coincidence. He was slowly getting hard again and his growing cock was now knocking at the entrance to her vagina. It wouldn’t enter her like this of course, but the sensation was enough to spook the frightened woman below him. As he kept getting harder, the head of his cock slithered up her body tracing that precious slit between her legs, parting her folds ever so slightly. On its way up, it gave her clit a short kiss, leaving a drop of precum on that sensitive knob as a reminder of its presence. As his cock neared its full length it lost contact with her mound and sprung free to stand tall above her.

While the feeling of the tip of his cock rubbing along her slit was electrifying for him, he pretended he didn’t notice it at all. He let his hands wander further down reaching her upper arms. He was surprised by the sensation. He expected her arms to be soft and tender like most of her body. He couldn’t help but ask.

“Do you work out?”

She didn’t have big muscles by any stretch of the imagination but they were quite firm. He was surprised to hear her actually answer.

“Yes…”

She sounded a little embarrassed. Even Claire couldn’t have answered why she had responded to this particular question and not to any of his prior taunts. Mark left his surprise behind. Good for her, he thought, and continued his exploration of her body.

At first, she had been clueless about what he was trying to do when he started to lean over her. Then she felt his palms softly connecting with her own. She just didn’t expect this gentle full body massage. Feeling his stiffening penis brush between her legs had scared her but as he didn’t seem to care at all she realized that this was not the beginning of her torment but an accident. Nevertheless, it had been the first contact of her labia with a man’s penis and the encounter had left a few droplets of moisture between her lips and most notably on her clitoris. Every time a whiff of air founds its way in between her spread legs she was reminded of that.

She didn’t know what to make of being touched like that. He had moved on from her arms, slowly let his hands travel over her shoulders and had now reached her neck. She felt his hands moving up to her head and start discovering her head and face. With his palms briefly resting on her cheeks he had his index fingers trace the outline of her ears. Once his index fingers reached her ear lobes he pushed them up slightly from below and gently massaged them from above with his thumbs. She gasped. She didn’t know that her ear lobes were so sensitive to touch.

As he continued in a similar fashion to caress her forehead, her eyebrows, her nose and even her eyelids, she felt almost ashamed to admit that she didn’t not like this. If all of this happened willingly with a boyfriend at the right time she was sure that this would excite her, a lot actually. In her current situation, it managed to calm her down. Earlier, he had ripped her blanket from her, dragged her across the bed, pushed her in the air and folded her into the position that he deemed to be the best to fuck her. Compared to that treatment, this didn’t feel violent. This was still violence, it still happened without her consent, but it didn’t feel violent.

His fingers left her nose behind and traveled further south to her lips. She felt them move over her upper lip, then the lower one and finally in between them, slightly parting them in the process. She closed her eyes for a moment and her breaths accelerated while he did that. This reminded her of how sensitive her lips could be. It had been two years now since she had last kissed a boy. She considered biting him but decided against it. Whatever his angry response would be, it would be worse then what he was doing now.

She felt his hands now slither back to her torso. That parting of her lips had left the tiniest bit of saliva on his fingertips and she could feel how his traveling fingers left a wet trail on her neck. She tried to follow his movements with her eyes but as she looked down her body she was distracted by his penis still standing his ground between her legs. With her mind having calmed down somewhat since earlier, she was able to not let fear overcome her immediately.

She didn’t really have a good reference to compare Mark’s penis against. Compared to the ones on the larger end of the spectrum she had seen in some porn movies his penis seemed smaller. But she was of course aware that porn didn’t depict the average man and woman. What she did notice though was how hard it looked and how it kept twitching as if it was trying to still grow bigger but couldn’t. What she knew about what having an erection felt like she knew from her friend Jason and it had been a while since they talked about it. So she had really no idea what it must have felt like for Mark. But what she saw made her think that it looked painful.

A few years ago Jason had confessed to her that every now and then he enjoyed reading a good rape fantasy. She had been surprised but she didn’t see the harm in a fantasy. She tried to be supportive and had read some herself to see what it was all about. Overall, it wasn’t her thing but she could see the appeal in some stories. That recurring theme of the victim in these stories not just being forced into sex but into acknowledging a desire or need they didn’t know they had... she couldn’t deny that reading the stories that executed this well had aroused her. As she watched the penis in front of her, one recurring sentence from the stories she had read came to her mind: “Her body betrayed herself.”

Wasn’t that what happened with Mark here? He portrayed this character of a calm and calculating man who carefully chose every word as part of his psychological attacks on his victim. Now he was massaging her deliberately slow and gentle. And then there was his penis, standing tall, twitching endlessly and literally dripping precum from its tip at this point. Behind the facade of the sophisticated man was ultimately a hormonal teenage boy about to have sex, internally screaming: “Oh my fucking god, I get to fuck a pretty girl! Yes, yes, yes!”

Under different circumstances she would have considered the eagerness with which his penis kept twitching cute. She would have thought that she couldn’t let that poor penis suffer. But in her current circumstances it was not some cute little thing being overly eager. It was looming over her and its twitching was its way to threaten her.

As Mark continued the tactile exploration of her body he was about to reach her breasts. He noticed how Claire had been staring at his cock for a while but he was done taunting her for the time. Even without looking, even without his own sense of touch, he would have known that he had reached his current target destination from seeing Claire’s jolting body. His hands were slowly sliding over her boobs until he felt her nipples poking the center of his palms. He decided to let his hands rest in this position for a moment. He neither squeezed her boobs nor pinched her nipples. He let his hand just lie there, enjoying the contrast of sensations between her soft breasts and hard nipples. With his right hand, he could sense her raging heartbeat.

He wanted to remember what her body felt like long after this day was over. He wanted his sense of touch commit it all to memory: Her slender fingers, her delicate forearms, the firm muscle of her bi- and triceps, her facial structure, that little gasp when he massaged her ear lobes, the moisture between her lips, the softness of her boobs, all of it. The thought that this body would be his to fuck for the entire day was exhilarating. Involuntarily, he let out a barely audible moan and another drop of precum trickled down from his cock landing between her legs. He could see the disgust in Claire’s face. He knew that now would be the time to tell her that she should be grateful for every bit of moisture between her legs to humiliate her just a bit more. He didn’t expect her to produce a lot of lubricant herself after all. But he enjoyed the moment too much to interrupt it with meaningless words.

Continuing the journey, his hands rode past her flat stomach and from there drifted off to the sides and below her body to familiarize themselves with her firm little ass. He should find a reason to spank her later, he thought. Then his hands moved along the outer side of her legs over her knees and down to her feet and toes. From there he slowly returned where he came from but on the inside of her legs. He appreciated her body one square inch at a time but now he was approaching the final destination.

When he had touched her stomach, Claire wondered how he would continue. Would he immediately move on to her vulva? She was surprised and slightly humiliated to feel his hands on her butt. When she felt his hand on the outer side of her legs she knew where this was going. Finally, his hands rested on her inner thighs barely an inch away from her sex. She could see him staring directly at it. She had an idea of what was to come and the anticipation was killing her. She didn’t want any of this but she got closer and closer to the point where she wished he’d just be done with it already. She regretted that thought immediately when she felt his thumbs on her lips. 4 minutes till midnight.

He had caressed the inner side of her thighs long enough. It was finally time to partake in that delicious cunt in front of him. He started with his thumbs cautiously rubbing the outer lips of her vagina. He immediately noticed the warmth and the softness of these lips. He expected Claire to protest at this point but to his surprise she did nothing. He looked up to her face and saw that she had closed her eyes. Now that he paid attention he saw her mumbling to herself. He had to focus to understand at least some of what she was saying.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just some gentle touching. It’s okay…”

He refocused his efforts on her pussy. Her talking to herself didn’t bother him. It was time to take a closer look. He used his thumbs to spread those lips apart. Despite lying there with her legs spread, her pussy had been one tightly closed slit the entire time. Her clit, the inner lips, the entrance to her fun hole, all of it had been hidden behind her outer lips up to this point. Finally he was able to see the ultimate price. And he had been right. What he saw in front of him, that was one tight hole. As beautiful as it looked, he also understood immediately that it would be difficult to get inside of that.

He repositioned his hands slightly to get his index and middle fingers to hold that pussy open for further inspection. His thumbs now made contact with her tiny inner lips. His movements followed the edge of these lips up and down. Sometimes he let his thumbs wander a little higher and make brief contact with her exposed clit. Every of these chance encounters sent a little jolt through her delicate body. Then on their way down, they rested briefly at the entrance to her tunnel. As expected, she wasn’t even a little wet.

He stopped massaging her inner lips. He kept his left hand in place and had his thumb and index finger keep her outer lips spread from above her clit. With his right hand, he finally grabbed his starved cock and gave it some attention.

“You know, Claire. I’m not gonna lie, by shaving that pussy clean you have made it look really girlish. But that’s nothing that a hard cock and some cum can’t fix.”

Claire didn’t fully understand what he had said but hearing his voice had gotten her out of her trance. She had felt it all and she also felt how his fingers forced her pussy open. But reopening her eyes let her see how he was now slowly stroking his cock. She took one frantic look at the alarm clock. 2 minutes till midnight.

She looked at him and saw him looking back at her with a stone cold expression. Then she had to look back at his cock. He stopped stroking it. Instead he was now slowly pushing it down closing in on her.

“No, no, no, no, no… NO!!”

She finally screamed when she felt the precum covered tip of his dick make contact with her clit. From there, she could feel it slide further down leaving a small trail of lubrication between her lips. It came to rest at her entrance. She was half expecting him to just push inside her, unable to wait the remaining time until midnight. But he didn’t. Instead she saw him very slowly stroking his cock from its root to the tip. And when he was done, he moved his hand back to the root without stroking his dick on the way back. He kept repeating these deliberately slow one directional strokes. It took her a moment to understand what he was doing. He was pressing the remaining precum in his cock to the front like one would press the last bits of tooth paste out of a tube.

She could feel the head of his cock resting at her entrance, its warmth and the liquid dripping from it. Every muscle in her body was tense, her body looking for a way to fight back where there was none. Then he let go of the hand holding her lips apart. Her lips tried to close themselves again forming that immaculate slit. Instead, she could feel her lips embracing his tip. He began to guide his cock with his hand up and down. The tip kept parting her lips along her slit. From her entrance to her clit and back. She hated every moment of it. She could feel him speed up his movements. Up and down. Up and down. Every time his cock head grazed her entrance she feared that this would be the moment. He kept increasing the pace. Her slit had become a slippery mess that eased his movements even further. She took another look at the alarm clock, her only remaining source of comfort. 1 minute till midnight.

He wanted so desperately to feel his cock inside of her. Why had he been so fixated on starting at midnight? Who would sue him if he started the fucking a little early during this self imposed challenge? Would his 16 year old self show up and call foul play on his part? It didn’t matter. He had come this far, he could wait 1 more minute. Besides, it’s not like he wasn’t enjoying the sensation of his cock gliding back and forth between her cunt lips. Seeing her tense up and squirm while he did so was a nice bonus.

Claire had started counting the seconds since the clock had shown 23:59 on its display. Her count had reached 25. A very unreliable way to measure time, but she did it more so to keep her mind occupied. She was so scared. And all alone. Why did nobody help her? ‘Mom? Dad? Anyone, please!’ Her family, her friends, weren’t these people supposed to protect her? Where was Jason? Jason had always looked out for her when they went partying together when they were younger. He had told her that he knew what boys could be like, especially drunk boys meeting a lone drunk girl. She had told him that he didn’t have to look out for her. He did it anyway, even when it had annoyed her a little. He was sweet that way. Why wasn’t he here now?

Her panic was clearly visible to him. The more he loved that tickling sensation of her lips hugging his tip, the more she detested it. This much was clear. He heard her speak again but it wasn’t directed at him again.

“Somebody, please come and help me!”

She was sobbing, her voice frail and quiet, her eyes glued to that alarm clock. That wish was directed at no one. He wasn’t even sure whether she was aware that she had said that out loud. Seeing her desperate figure lying in front of him, he felt her lonely plea tugging at his heart strings. Who would you have to be to be unaffected by this poor girl’s suffering? But he knew he couldn’t fail here. He knew what to say.

“I’ll come soon enough but it won’t help you.”

On the surface, it looked like an unnecessarily cruel jab at her poor choice of words. But if he didn’t say it, if he didn’t maintain that mask, he’d lose to her again and he would be unable to plunge his meat into her dry hole. He wouldn’t lose, he wouldn’t let sympathy and pity stand in his way of getting what he needs. In this moment, compassion for her had become an unforgivable crime against himself.

He didn’t know how many seconds were left but it couldn’t be many.

“Any last words as a virgin?”

He didn’t expect her to say anything.

“Please don’t...”

That was all she said with teary eyes. His mask didn’t slip.

“Not very original. But it’s a classic for a reason.”

Both of them looked back at the alarm clock. His cock went up and down between her folds, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and… 00:00 showed the display.

0 minutes till midnight. He started pushing into her.
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Originally, I intended chapter 2 and chapter 3 to be just one chapter. But it turned out to be much longer than I thought and so I split it in two. Looking back, that was probably the correct decision. I really like the alarm clock as a countdown in this chapter. It gives the chapter some structure and increases that feeling of dread I was going for, I think. Claire's fear at the end of this chapter still tugs at my heart strings. I remember thinking while writing: What am I doing to this poor girl?

[LaLia]

Funny thing about the livestream...I was wondering the whole time during the first part if and how this story was related to Men at War. Sequel, prequel, or something...after your first comment, I understand

I have to make a note of Rapegiving Holiday, that gives me an idea.

I think it's brilliant how you drag out the whole thing; the conversation in the third chapter is really great. I think time references in a story are usually written as a time-lapse. You manage to make you experience the countdown practically 1:1. And his character, in particular, is presented really well.

And then in the last chapter, the same style...I like stories where you can put yourself in the victim's shoes, and you do that very well here. It's a somewhat atypical type of rape, I think, almost seductive, not degrading or overly harsh. But it fits into the overall structure. You tagged "unfinished," so I think something else will come. But actually, it would have been kind of brilliant to end the story that way. It would have had that WTF moment.

P.S.: Horny Lia took a 10-minute cold shower because it's gotten so damn hot in here.

[LaLia]

P.S. 2.0.: Thank you for giving me the 69

[Claire]

P.S. 2.0.: Thank you for giving me the 69

I actually wanted to rate another of your comments after that but stopped myself... I'll wait until somebody else has ruined your rating.