You

[Claire]

Teaser: A short story about You
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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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Title: You
Author: @Claire
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You


You are alone. You are on your way home. It is dark already and you disappear into the night wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt. Normally you visit this park in the morning when you go for a jog, but now you’re just here for a walk. There is nothing for you to do here. You simply didn’t want to return to that place, to your home, to that loneliness you know you’d be unable to ignore once you closed the front door behind you. That is when you see her.

She is walking alone in this park at night. What is she thinking? As you slow your step and start following her at a constant distance, you observe her in detail. She reminds you so much of her. The way she seems to sway a little as she walks, the pitch of her voice as you try to listen in on the conversation she has on her phone, the form of her body, even the clothes she wears seem to be similar in style. You decide to keep following her, to make sure she makes it out safe out of this park. After all, this is a dangerous place for a woman at night.

She ends the conversation she was having and puts her phone away. You tried your best to understand what she was saying, but the wind keeps blowing in your back, carrying her words away from you, drowning what little of her voice reaches you in the rustling sounds of the leaves on the trees. The wind feels a bit chilly on your bare arms, but you neither mind the cold nor the noise the wind makes. While you might have wished to hear more from her than just the general tone of her voice and laugh, you’re grateful that you don’t have to try too hard to quiet your steps as you begin to close the distance to her. Of course, you only care about her hearing your steps because you want to avoid a misunderstanding. If someone were to attack her, how would you be able to help her from so far away as you initially were? It is only natural for you to get closer.

You are now walking close to her, a little more than 10 meters away. You see her tilt her head back and forth, rotate her shoulders, put a hand on her neck as she does so. A strained moan escapes her lips. Her condition is easy for you to diagnose: stiff shoulders. Why are you suddenly breathing faster? There is nothing to be nervous about. And yet, as you start to reach out your hand, almost close enough to touch her, you feel your heart beating fast. If you said something right now, you would make your presence known. But who in their right mind would start a casual conversation with a lone woman in a desolate park in the middle of the night? The wind turns, it is suddenly blowing in your face. You can smell her now, a hint of lavender, the remnant of a perfume that has been applied a while ago. That makes you realize what you already knew, she is not her, that is not her scent. But at this point, you don’t care anymore.

Before you bump into her back, you suddenly throw your arms around her. Your left hand clamps down on her mouth, muffling her surprised scream. The right arm wraps around her stomach, holding her in place, pulling her body into yours. It is only in this moment, now that you feel her ass pushing into your crotch, that you fully realize how hard you already are. She’s struggling against the forced embrace. Her lips feel warm on your palm and every time she wriggles in your arms her butt teases the rod in your pants during its fight with the constraining fabric. After hitting and pulling the hand covering her mouth turned out to be futile you can now feel her scratch your arms with her finger nails. You don’t particularly enjoy the sensation, but the pain is not what is on the forefront of your mind.

What now? You didn’t exactly plan this when you decided to go for a walk. It is the first time that you grabbed an unfamiliar woman from behind in the middle of the night. You don’t fully understand the impulse that has overcome you other than that you suddenly felt the irresistible need to have her. Without saying a word to her, you drag her off the path you were both walking on. You don’t know what to do in this type of situation, but you assume that every reasonable plan would start with getting off the path where other pedestrians out for a late night walk might encounter you.

You walk past a few bushes with the struggling woman in your arms. You feel her resistance get weaker as your superior size and strength let her know that even the full extent of her strength barely bothers you. You position yourself behind a large tree. How are you supposed to undress her without giving her the chance to scream? While you contemplate the question, you let your free hand roam over her body. You’re in luck. As your hand closes in on her breasts, you feel buttons on the blouse she’s wearing, so no need to pull her top over her head.

You start to unbutton her blouse slowly, one button at a time, careful not to tear the fabric in the process. Then you realize: You’re an idiot. Why do you care so much about not destroying her clothes? She’s not a lover you’re courting, not a woman who offers herself to you willingly with her clothes being the precious wrapping paper hiding a valuable gift. No, you’re here to consume her, not satisfy her. Correcting your mistake, you rip open her blouse, sending the remaining unopened buttons flying to the ground as they are torn off in the process. She shrieks into the palm of your hand. You feel her stomping onto your foot, but the shoes she wears are too flat to cause any real damage. You can’t tell the color of her bra, you only know that it must be some darker tone that looks black in the engulfing night.

Your hand cusps her right breast over her bra. Her wriggling intensifies, sending jolts of pleasure through your cock as she involuntary rubs her ass against your crotch. Exhaling through her nose, you’re able to tell how rapidly she’s breathing as her warm breath hits the hand covering her mouth. The tightness of your pants is becoming painful, but before you unbuckle your belt you rip off her bra in one swift motion and toss it to the ground. You have just opened your fly for your cock, feeling relieved as it finally gains the space it desired, when she throws her head back. The back of her head crashes violently into your chin causing you to bite down onto your tongue. You groan, but manage to stay quiet overall. The taste of blood fills your mouth. You respond to her attack by squeezing her left tit with all your might until she calms down in your forceful embrace.

After taking off your own shoes and pants you continue to undress her. You put your hand on her thigh and let it wander up in between her legs until you reach her crotch. You love the pressure that her tightly pressed together legs exert on your hand. You press your hand onto her pussy and pull her butt even closer into your crotch. Your erect cock smears a large drop of precum onto her pants. Then you open her pants and yank them down her legs. You don’t even try to guess the color of her panties and just rip them apart, leaving her naked except for her socks and shoes. She is surprisingly calm and she is trying to say something while her body is shaking, but the words won’t come out of her mouth with your hand still silencing her. You pay her silent plea no mind.

You let your fingers glide over her stomach, letting them wander further down. The first contact with her clit reinvigorates her fighting spirit, but she is still no match for you. You can’t believe how exciting this feels. Your salivating like a starving dog in front of a piece of meat. Your fingers rest briefly at the entrance to her cunt, then you plunge into her hot but dry hole. She tries to escape your invasion, standing on her toes, pushing her hips as far back into your body as she can, but to no avail. Two of your fingers explore her unwilling love canal. All her escape attempt accomplished was to push your cock nicely between her butt cheeks.

She is panicking. Her body wants to desperately breathe through her mouth but can’t. You don’t finger her for long. You’re not here for foreplay. For a moment you consider the best way to get her to the ground without taking your hand of her mouth. The solution you come up with isn’t elegant, but effective. You put your weight against hers and let both of you fall to the ground, burying her underneath you in the process. Enjoying that new position, you can’t resist the temptation to thrust your dick in between her ass cheeks a couple of times. Neither you nor she seems hurt from the fall. She uses the newfound freedom for her arms and legs to flail about, but she is unable to reach you in a way that would allow her to hurt or resist you.

You take your shirt off, careful to have always one hand covering her mouth while doing so. Undressing has never been more complicated than this, but it is finally done. You breathe a sigh of relief. Your sitting on her back, letting your body weight do the work of constraining her. You give her a moment to tire herself out. This is your last chance. You’re about to turn her around, to look her in the eye as you enter her with your cock. But theoretically, you could still walk away from this without being seen by her, without taking too much of a risk. You know that what you’re doing is wrong. You know that this woman has done nothing to you, has done nothing to deserve this. But it feels so right. You are so hard. With every little twitch it feels like your cock is searching for her cunt like a homing missile. The precum is dripping from the tip down onto her back. Then, the moment of choice, the point of no return. You turn her around.

For the first time you see her face. You see the fear in her eyes. You’re surprised to see that she’s not crying. Then she looks down her own body and sees your cock towering over her as you kneel between her legs. The result: more panicked breathing. She starts to thrash around. Her fists hit your shoulders and chest, her nails dig into the arm that is attached to the hand keeping her mouth shut, her thighs press against your hips as she desperately tries to close her legs. You let all of it happen. You revel in the pain that her attacks inflict upon your body. What better way to prove your dominance over her than to not even acknowledge her attempts at resistance? Your free hand grabs your cock. It is hot, a steep contrast to the cool night air, and harder than you can remember it ever being. You guide it towards her entrance.

She realizes what you’re about to do and starts buckling and twisting her hips, evading you for as long as she can. It is not easy to enter her like this, but she won’t be able to keep this up for a long. That slit between her legs looks so enticing and your knowledge of the inevitability of your success pushes your arousal to new heights. After some probing and prodding you manage to lodge the head of your cock in between her soft lips. Before she can start another evasive maneuver you take your chance and push into her with all your might.

All your might gets you to about a third of the way, then you are stuck. You remember the warm and wet embrace of her willing vagina. Never had you felt as welcome as in the moment she let you enter her body. But this current experience is completely different. Forcing yourself into that defiant hole hurts. You enjoy the tight hug of woman’s pleasure hole as much as the next guy. But this isn’t just tight. This cunt is trying to crush you. You’re not gliding into a well oiled passage, but you’re chafing your cock against her resistant walls. Nothing about this feels pleasant, nothing but the fact that in this fight of cock versus cunt your cock is winning. And that is enough compensation for you to keep going. You go for a second thrust. This time you manage to push half of your cock into her. It is only now that you realize that she is screaming into your hand. You can see the pain on her face, you can see her hands digging into the ground next to her as she tries to endure your assault. Did you go to far? Could you have penetrated her slower, gentler, with less force? Was this necessary? Is any of this necessary? You answer your doubts with a third even stronger thrust.

You are breathing heavily. Your cock hurts. You look between her legs and see that you are balls deep inside her. The thought alone almost makes you come. Your cock is so stiff that you believe you could lift her ass off the ground just using the strength of your shaft. Then you start moving inside her. You want to thrust into her faster than you ever fucked a woman before. But her cunt resists every single one of your advances. You can’t engage in a smooth back and forth motion, but have to rely on staccato-like thrusts that often end halfway into her cunt before you complete the other half in a second attempt. Your cock feels like her dry walls are peeling layers of skin of your shaft and the never before experienced friction seems to sharpen the tip of your cock into an actual spearhead. And yet, you keep advancing. You’ve made a resolution to yourself: You will fuck this woman until you come inside her. If that entails mutilating your own cock in the process and never being able to fuck another cunt, so be it.

The overwhelming pain causes another surge of resistance in her. She pushes one hand into your face while the other scratches deeply into your chest, drawing blood in the process. But the more you fuck her, the more do you force the shape of your dick upon her canal, easing your passage into her depths further and further. Her resistance subsides as your thrusts finally become a smooth motion. Almost lifeless do her hands fall next to her as she seems to accept her fate. Her thighs that were tightly pressed against your hips for the entire time relax and her legs fall to the side as if she were suddenly willingly spreading her legs for you. She resigned, you won. And you keep fucking her dry hole with abandon.

You feel close to coming, but something prevents you from reaching that critical point. You don’t know what it is that’s preventing you from reaching that threshold. Maybe your body simply doesn’t want to stop before you have plundered every single pleasure deposit from the depths of the mine that is her cunt. Having broken her resistance, you look at her. Her eyes are empty, but open. She’s groaning, she is clearly still in pain, but there is no more conscious effort left in her voice that is trying to scream for help. You see her looking back into your eyes. She is still not crying. You can’t even begin to imagine what she must be thinking, but you do realize one thing: Neither she nor you will ever forget this night. You speed up your thrusts to your absolute limit. You are close but not quite their yet. She will remember you forever. What is happening is wrong and fucked up beyond belief, but it will matter in her life forever, deeply. And then it is not the motion of your hips but that one bizarre thought that sends you over the edge.

You are not alone.

You erupt inside of her, spewing gallons of glowing hot white molten lava into her conquered cunt. You close your eyes as you shut out every other sensation from your mind but the feeling of that seemingly endless river of cum pouring into her. You moan in deep satisfaction. You can’t even imagine that this orgasm might conclude before the end of time. Your cock keeps pumping and twitching and you’re convinced that the female body should not have the capacity to take the amount of cum your orgasm must be squeezing out of your balls. And yet, your orgasm does subside.

You’re still rock hard inside of her. Your cock is resting in the conquered space between her legs, bathing in the victory champagne it has doused itself in. Your breathing slows down. Before you reopen your eyes, you feel your hand getting wet. You know what that means. She is finally crying now that you’ve completely emptied yourself inside of her. You open your eyes.

You’re making eye contact with her. She looks scared. And somehow you feel scared too. You know why she is scared. She is wondering whether you will kill her now. But you won’t. You’re not a murderer! And yet… until moments ago you weren’t a rapist either. After that intense orgasm your ability to reason does slowly return. You’re not prepared for that sudden clarity of mind. You raped this woman. You couldn’t even explain to yourself why you did it, but you did. What are you supposed to do now? You’re still covering her mouth, you’re still inside her, pressing her to the ground. Panic overcomes you. You’re not used to doing this. Staring into her fearful crying eyes only one thought comes to your mind.

What have you done?

[Vela Nanashi]

Nice descriptions of environment and senses being there, very vivid. A few things make it hard to connect, as can always be the case with second person, when there is a lack of memory to go with references in present thoughts.

Doing something like this on a whim does not resonate with my mind either, but I suppose that can happen, I have seen men that were in the middle of talking about some deep subject get their minds switched off by a hot woman walking past and only when she was out of view and some time after that even did they wake up and start to recover their minds to resume the task, so perhaps this could happen.

Having her struggles feel good for him through his pants though that really makes sense, I think that is what lap dances are about after all at least partially

Ouch at the head butt, that can knock teeth out if done right, assuming your skull has sufficient structural integrity to do it.

Taking off shoes and pants that seems unlikely for a rapist outside, but I like his style and daring there and keeping her under control for that.

Getting fully naked for the rape is definitely unique when not taking her to a place you have prepared first, again style points, but not practical to avoid getting caught.

Also there should be no need to turn her around, even if she has her legs tight together a guy can get his cock into her pussy, it may even feel more tight for him doing it that way. Honestly it is very unfair how easy most men could overcome most women, but that I guess is what nature and evolution made happen.

Showing ones face to a victim is not good, for the victim or yourself, depending what level of asshole you are, and level of cold intellect.

Also I wonder how many men feel these animal impulses, desires, given that most of them keep themselves under control, if most of them feel those impulses and desires that is.

Yeah I luckily can't connect to this person I am seeing the story from, I don't enjoy pain or inflicting it, there needs to be pleasure there too for me, and I suppose it would be more of a victory to my version of him if he made her get aroused and wet and even made her cum for him, but I guess that is even more twisted given what I have heard from survivors of rape, the hardest thing is when they felt pleasure and even had an orgasm from what was happening, just pain would have been so much easier to handle for them.

Ouch. I have actually heard of guys who got their foreskin ripped by a woman who clamped down too hard, of course I don't know if he has foreskin or not, but I assume the head can also take damage from too tight.

"without abandon" I am not sure if that should be "with".

This man is weak willed, but at least not a murderer, so that is good... even if she has a photographic memory of his face she will probably have issues having them find him, unless she somehow knows him or he is a public figure. Though it is still a risk for him.

Anyway I hope my comments are not taken the wrong way, the story is well written, but I was incompatible with the protagonist's mental state, so it failed to connect for me, and that is probably good for my mental health.

Keep on writing good stories

[Blue]

I find the way the story is written interesting. The switching between the perpetrator's perspective and insights into what the victim is doing is good.

I also think what the perpetrator is thinking and feeling at the time is well described.

I can simply overlook some inconsistencies. As @Vela Nanashi already wrote, in a situation like this, hardly a rapist would go to the trouble of completely undressing. You do that when you have the time and are sure you won't be discovered. For example, in a home rape. But not at night in a park, even if it's dark and no one seems to be around.
I also don't quite understand why he turns his victim over to take her from the front. You usually do that if you want to play with the victim's breasts, torment her. But I don't read anything about that.
Most men prefer doggy style to missionary anyway, even during rape. And since he's already lying on her back from behind, it should be easy to spread her legs wide enough for him to penetrate her easily. Certainly easier than it was from the front, where, given her tightness and dryness, he was in real danger of hurting himself.
But please just take this as an attempt at constructive criticism from a man's perspective. Otherwise, you've done a pretty good job of putting yourself in the rapist's shoes, putting yourself in the rapist's shoes, and putting yourself in his thoughts and feelings.
Keep it up!

[Claire]

"without abandon" I am not sure if that should be "with".

Thanks, I corrected that. Somehow that phrase had slipped its way into my mind and has lived their in this wrong form for a long time. I need to check my other writing to see whether I used that anywhere else.

Also, I always enjoy your live commentary style. I get that this story might not have been for you, but I am glad you stuck with it to the end anyway. Oh, and...

This man is weak willed, but at least not a murderer, so that is good

You don't know what happens next. But to be fair, I have no idea either.



@Blue Don't worry, I don't mind the criticism. But if I may give you a bit of feedback here myself: Your comment reads a bit mansplainy to me. I get that the story is not for you because I can see from your own writing that you are more focused on the physicality of the act. And in your comment you presume that what you perceive as "inconsistencies" are mistakes on my part because I don't understand what logistically would be the smart thing to do for this rapist. But these aren't inconsistencies, these are choices I made by design. You can disagree with these choices or not like them, but I didn't make them because I didn't know better but because I believe them to serve the story I am trying to tell. Making the changes you suggest, would rob the story of its point.

The dumb thing about turning her around is not that penetrating her from behind would be easier. The dumb thing about turning her around is first and foremost that she can see his face and second that he enables her to resist more than she could when she was lying on her stomach. The conundrum that he finds himself in at the end that he has to decide between killing her or risk getting reported comes down to that decision to turn her around. It's an incredibly dumb decision for multiple reasons. But the point is, what's driving him is this unfulfilled need for a connection, the desire to matter in her life, even if it is twisted into this ugly form. He wants to be seen and remembered by her, at least on a subconscious level. It is not about the physical pleasure, the physical sensation itself is not pleasurable for him at all but he does it anyway.

Bottom line, I have no problem at all with you or anybody else not liking the story and I also appreciate suggestions for changes. But you could express that in a way that does not imply that I didn't know what I was doing when writing the story. That is the part feels mansplainy.

[Blue]

Hallo Claire, meine. Antwort sollte sicher kein Mansplaining sein. Einfach nur eine Anmerkung aus meiner persönlichen Sicht.
Und ich hatte ja auch geschrieben, dass ich die Story sicherlich interessant finde.

[Mister X]

A very interessting story as the rape comes as a surprise not only for the victim, but also for the rapist. I like the detailed descriptions, even if I think I do not understand everything. The open end gives your readers someting to think about. He is not a murderer? Well, an hour before he was not a rapist...
Thanks for posting the story again! It was a pleasure reading it, even if I knew it before.

[Claire]

I like the detailed descriptions, even if I think I do not understand everything.

Thanks for the kind words! I'm curious, what did you not understand?

[Mister X]

I like the detailed descriptions, even if I think I do not understand everything.

Thanks for the kind words! I'm curious, what did you not understand?

When I first read the text, I thought I understood everything. But when I read your conversation above, I realized how much you have thought about details like the reason for him to turn his victim around. Now I wonder what other hidden hints I might have missed. I thought he were just curirous how she lookes like. He did not plan the rape, he has never done anything like this before, so I thought he just did not think about the consequences of showing his face to her at first.

[Claire]

@Mister X If you're curious, I described here how I planned the story:

/viewtopic.php?p=761#p761

[Mister X]

@Mister X If you're curious, I described here how I planned the story:

/viewtopic.php?p=761#p761

@Thank you very much! That is exactly what I was looking for to understand the story better than before.