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The CUNT Rapist
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This forum is for publishing, reading and discussing rape fantasy (noncon) stories and consensual erotic fiction. Before you post your first story, please take five minutes to read the Quick Guide to Posting Stories and the Tag Guidelines.
If you are looking for a particular story, the story index might be helpful. It lists all stories alphabetically on one page. Please rate and comment on the stories you've read, thank you!
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Language: English Stories | Deutsche Geschichten
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Length: Flash | Short | Medium | Long
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Theme: Gang Rape | Female Rapist | SciFi | Fantasy
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Re: The CUNT Rapist
Your story continues to be unique. Can’t say that chopped off dicks are exactly enticing to me.
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Re: The CUNT Rapist
They don't do anything for me either, and a real chopped off dick would probably horrify Alex. She's just using hyperbole to describe how she feels, and she couldn't help having weird dreams.Shocker wrote: Mon Jul 28, 2025 1:52 am Your story continues to be unique. Can’t say that chopped off dicks are exactly enticing to me.
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Re: The CUNT Rapist
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On Monday Alex overhears a group of guys talk about Mark. They aren't even close to realizing the truth. She goes to her college algebra class and subtly triggers her first victim Daniel.
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Chapter 15 - Whispers of Trauma
On Monday I walked through the student union and heard laughter. Usually I would just ignore it or burn with silent embarrassment if it seemed like the laughter was directed at me. This time, I heard the name Mark. Was it my Mark? I silently slipped into a chair where I could overhear the conversation and pretended to be just another girl browsing her phone.
“That’s pretty lightweight stuff man.” Shoot, I missed the part where they talked about Mark. Then I saw Stan in my peripheral vision heading toward the group of guys. Maybe my timing wasn’t so bad after all. “What up, fellas?” “Dude, Stan, did you hear about Mark Friday night?” Stan bellowed a laugh, “Everyone by now has heard. Dude got so drunk he took off his clothes outside the fraternity house and then wanked himself into a coma.” A smile of sweet satisfaction curled my lips. That wasn’t what happened at all, these guys had no idea I assaulted Mark. I continued the appearance of scrolling through social media while my ears caught every word.
“I heard he was traumatized by something. Someone said he had the look of a wounded gazelle,” one of the guys said solemnly. Stan laughed louder “I’d be traumatized too if I was found butt ass naked with my junk in my hands outdoors. Bro clearly can’t handle his alcohol and is probably addicted to porno.” A third guy spoke up. “Who isn’t addicted to porno?” That statement elicited bellowing laughter from all the guys in the group. “You know what I mean,” Stan said after he regained his composure “so addicted that you fuck a wall while drunk.” Even I had to laugh at that one. The guys roared so loud that no one noticed I was laughing too.
I settled back in my chair and reveled in their complete ignorance. They had constructed their own narrative about what happened to Mark, one that painted him as a pathetic drunk who couldn't control himself. Perfect. The further from the truth they were, the safer I was. “Maybe we should check on him though,” the solemn voiced guy from earlier suggested, his voice carried a note of genuine concern. “I mean, he wasn’t at the party Saturday and I heard he didn’t leave his room Sunday.” The concern in that one guy's voice should have made me feel something. Guilt, maybe, or some kind of remorse. Instead, I felt a twisted sense of pride. Mark was so broken by what I'd done to him that he couldn't even function normally. Part of me shuddered. What kind of creature had I become?
Stan laughed and replied “Bro’s probably just embarrassed as hell. He’s probably gonna lay low for a week until someone else who can’t handle their alcohol gets too fucked up and does something worse.” A fourth gruff voice chimed in “Dude, what’s worse than fucking a wall and passing out naked?” Solemn voiced guy chimed in “Fucking poison ivy and getting a rash on your junk.” Laughter bellowed out. “Wait wait, what if he didn’t fuck the wall,” Gruff Voice said after their laughter died down “what if it was the ghost of Cook Manor.” More laughter. I nearly choked as I suppressed the urge to laugh uncontrollably to the point I would be noticed.
The group then dispersed because it was time to head to different classes. I headed to my college algebra class. My body tingled with delight. I had gotten away with it again. This time nobody even said the r word. A feeling of invincibility radiated through my core. I took my seat and saw Daniel in his own. My Daniel, my very first victim. He looked like he wasn’t really present. My body hummed in satisfaction as I remembered him as my rape cherry.
A devilishly wicked idea came to mind after I saw him, and I acted on impulse. Slowly I rose from my seat and sat next to him in the back row. He had his head down and didn’t notice me. “Hey,” I said “noticed you haven’t been in class. Do you need the notes?” Daniel looked up. His eyes flashed through multiple emotions when he saw me, too fast for me to catch them. “N…n…no I’m ok…” he stuttered, “g…g…got them already.” I faked a nice smile, then whispered “I’ve got a secret.”
Daniel’s reaction was immediate. The color drained from his face. His hands shook. Fear radiated out of his eyes. Sweat became visible on his brow. “Professor,” I said in my best fake concerned voice. “I think Daniel’s having a panic attack.” “Dang it,” another male classmate said “not again,” then he muttered under his breath “Ever since last week.” Louder he told the professor “I’m his friend I’ll take him to the nurse and come back.”
I quickly slipped back to my seat, the darkness within me overjoyed at what I had done. Three simple words, “I've got a secret,” and I'd reduced him to a quivering mess. The power was intoxicating. I felt like I could walk through walls, like nothing could touch me. Daniel was practically carried out of the classroom by two guys, and nobody looked like they suspected me at all!
“Alright, let's get started, I’ll go a little slower until they get back.” the professor said as he slowly wrote an equation down. I barely heard a word for the rest of class. My mind was too busy on Daniel’s reaction. The rush of power from seeing Daniel's breakdown carried me through the rest of that Monday. Even when the professor droned on about quadratic equations, I couldn't stop remembering the moment over and over. The memory made my pussy tingle.
That evening, Sums noticed my unusually good mood. "You seem different today," she said, quite chipper herself. "Like, really happy about something." I shrugged and played it casual. “Just had a good day in all my classes.” Sums then proceeded to tell me about her day. I smiled and nodded along, my mind invigorated with the knowledge I had gotten away unscathed.
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On Monday Alex overhears a group of guys talk about Mark. They aren't even close to realizing the truth. She goes to her college algebra class and subtly triggers her first victim Daniel.
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Chapter 15 - Whispers of Trauma
On Monday I walked through the student union and heard laughter. Usually I would just ignore it or burn with silent embarrassment if it seemed like the laughter was directed at me. This time, I heard the name Mark. Was it my Mark? I silently slipped into a chair where I could overhear the conversation and pretended to be just another girl browsing her phone.
“That’s pretty lightweight stuff man.” Shoot, I missed the part where they talked about Mark. Then I saw Stan in my peripheral vision heading toward the group of guys. Maybe my timing wasn’t so bad after all. “What up, fellas?” “Dude, Stan, did you hear about Mark Friday night?” Stan bellowed a laugh, “Everyone by now has heard. Dude got so drunk he took off his clothes outside the fraternity house and then wanked himself into a coma.” A smile of sweet satisfaction curled my lips. That wasn’t what happened at all, these guys had no idea I assaulted Mark. I continued the appearance of scrolling through social media while my ears caught every word.
“I heard he was traumatized by something. Someone said he had the look of a wounded gazelle,” one of the guys said solemnly. Stan laughed louder “I’d be traumatized too if I was found butt ass naked with my junk in my hands outdoors. Bro clearly can’t handle his alcohol and is probably addicted to porno.” A third guy spoke up. “Who isn’t addicted to porno?” That statement elicited bellowing laughter from all the guys in the group. “You know what I mean,” Stan said after he regained his composure “so addicted that you fuck a wall while drunk.” Even I had to laugh at that one. The guys roared so loud that no one noticed I was laughing too.
I settled back in my chair and reveled in their complete ignorance. They had constructed their own narrative about what happened to Mark, one that painted him as a pathetic drunk who couldn't control himself. Perfect. The further from the truth they were, the safer I was. “Maybe we should check on him though,” the solemn voiced guy from earlier suggested, his voice carried a note of genuine concern. “I mean, he wasn’t at the party Saturday and I heard he didn’t leave his room Sunday.” The concern in that one guy's voice should have made me feel something. Guilt, maybe, or some kind of remorse. Instead, I felt a twisted sense of pride. Mark was so broken by what I'd done to him that he couldn't even function normally. Part of me shuddered. What kind of creature had I become?
Stan laughed and replied “Bro’s probably just embarrassed as hell. He’s probably gonna lay low for a week until someone else who can’t handle their alcohol gets too fucked up and does something worse.” A fourth gruff voice chimed in “Dude, what’s worse than fucking a wall and passing out naked?” Solemn voiced guy chimed in “Fucking poison ivy and getting a rash on your junk.” Laughter bellowed out. “Wait wait, what if he didn’t fuck the wall,” Gruff Voice said after their laughter died down “what if it was the ghost of Cook Manor.” More laughter. I nearly choked as I suppressed the urge to laugh uncontrollably to the point I would be noticed.
The group then dispersed because it was time to head to different classes. I headed to my college algebra class. My body tingled with delight. I had gotten away with it again. This time nobody even said the r word. A feeling of invincibility radiated through my core. I took my seat and saw Daniel in his own. My Daniel, my very first victim. He looked like he wasn’t really present. My body hummed in satisfaction as I remembered him as my rape cherry.
A devilishly wicked idea came to mind after I saw him, and I acted on impulse. Slowly I rose from my seat and sat next to him in the back row. He had his head down and didn’t notice me. “Hey,” I said “noticed you haven’t been in class. Do you need the notes?” Daniel looked up. His eyes flashed through multiple emotions when he saw me, too fast for me to catch them. “N…n…no I’m ok…” he stuttered, “g…g…got them already.” I faked a nice smile, then whispered “I’ve got a secret.”
Daniel’s reaction was immediate. The color drained from his face. His hands shook. Fear radiated out of his eyes. Sweat became visible on his brow. “Professor,” I said in my best fake concerned voice. “I think Daniel’s having a panic attack.” “Dang it,” another male classmate said “not again,” then he muttered under his breath “Ever since last week.” Louder he told the professor “I’m his friend I’ll take him to the nurse and come back.”
I quickly slipped back to my seat, the darkness within me overjoyed at what I had done. Three simple words, “I've got a secret,” and I'd reduced him to a quivering mess. The power was intoxicating. I felt like I could walk through walls, like nothing could touch me. Daniel was practically carried out of the classroom by two guys, and nobody looked like they suspected me at all!
“Alright, let's get started, I’ll go a little slower until they get back.” the professor said as he slowly wrote an equation down. I barely heard a word for the rest of class. My mind was too busy on Daniel’s reaction. The rush of power from seeing Daniel's breakdown carried me through the rest of that Monday. Even when the professor droned on about quadratic equations, I couldn't stop remembering the moment over and over. The memory made my pussy tingle.
That evening, Sums noticed my unusually good mood. "You seem different today," she said, quite chipper herself. "Like, really happy about something." I shrugged and played it casual. “Just had a good day in all my classes.” Sums then proceeded to tell me about her day. I smiled and nodded along, my mind invigorated with the knowledge I had gotten away unscathed.
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