Thank you so much for this nice welcome.
I need a bit more time to fully understand how the site and the rating options work. But it's really nice that many great things from the old site have obviously been carried over, and others have been improved!
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Record Chaser
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Please honor the authors and their stories who have provided the community with these classics with respectful comments and ratings. It's a simple thing that helps to keep the community alive and to motivate the authors to write more stories of such high quality for all of us to read. Thank you!
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I'll try to explain it briefly. You can rate posts of other users in the story boards, both stories and feedback comments. The rating of the first post of a thread is a story's overall rating that you can see left of the title of a story on the topics list. The reputation of a user is just the reputation of all their posts combined.JTCK wrote: Fri Jun 27, 2025 8:52 pm Thank you so much for this nice welcome.
I need a bit more time to fully understand how the site and the rating options work. But it's really nice that many great things from the old site have obviously been carried over, and others have been improved!
Your ability to rate stories is limited by your reputation power. As a new user, you get 6 reputation power points that refresh every 12 hours. The higher your own reputation is, the more reputation power do you gain. You get 1 point of reputation power for each 5 points of reputation you have. And you get another 14 points of reputation power upon becoming a Pillar of the Community. That happens when you reach a reputation of 50.
You can rate stories with 1 to 3 points, leave a comment with your rating if you want to, and you can upgrade ratings later on. So for example, in case you rate a story with 1 point but a later chapter improves your overall impression of the story, you can then upgrade your rating to 2 or 3 points.
You can also sort topics by rating, and high rated stories get moved to the Popular Stories and then ultimately also the Community Favorites board. The current thresholds for this are ratings of 30 and 60 and we just had recently our first story crossing the border to becoming a Popular Story.
In case you're curious about something, ask away or join us in chat for a... chat. There is also the Features of the Forum board that explains alot of things you might be interested in.
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Preamble:
I read a bit less than 3/4ths the way thru Chapter 1, then I skipped forward and read everyone's comments, and your (Author's) responses. The last line I read, before I took a break, was:
“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?”
And now I will begin again, at the very beginning of the story, using the following "checklist" as my guide, both for trying to perceive what is being "done", and the style of telling "that"...
1) What did I immediately feel (as a reader, part of the intended audience), after reading this Chapter?
2) What I most love about what I read, and/or what is my most vivid memory that I will keep?
3) What would I change, or how would MY style have dictated a "different telling"? What did I learn "about writing"?
4) Did I get off on this? Why?
That is, I intend for my comments to be a "beginner's (me) college level book report", for a "creative writing class".
Chapter 1:
On first blush, my mind examined the mechanics of the situation. My experience is that women (& persons in general) don't come out of unconsciousness, drugs, alcohol, or injury, unaware firstly that they are "bound", cuffed, or confined. For the first 1/4th of chapter 1, that was my overriding question.
The 2nd thing that occurred to me, and particularly after I had read all the comments made to date (within THIS forum), was a surprised realization that YOU CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE, before they are even developed a bit. (I come to care about "my creations" only after some development, some familiarity)
Thirdly, MY talents as a writer are spent scribbling onto a "yellow post-it note", attempting to be as sparing of description and dialogue as pleases me. To begin character development, and interior dialogs, immediately, is something that my "male perspective and story-telling style" usually finds as secondary in importance to a newspaper-like "who what where when" initial orientation.
I find it "delicious" that Claire is captive, I'm hoping to find out what Mark's going to "do with her", mildly disappointed that Mark's not going to "own" this person for "at least a month or two". But I know by this point that this will be a "long story", whether by detailed analysis or by a "lot happening, perhaps in detailed description". I'm not, thru chapter 1, feeling an urge to touch my own genitals, nor fantasize about what is going to happen, but rather feeling I've just picked up a good book that I'm going to enjoy, and spend some time with. As before (maybe at RU), I'm in awe of people, like "Lt Broccoli" or some of the others, who can carry a sustained account without degenerating into fewer and fewer details, and less and less enthusiasm, using more and more the technique of "implying 'what followed' or 'what has just happened'." (As opposed to ROLEPLAYING, which stories I have often come away from being very satisfied with my contributions. THIS was my fascination with the 'AI GIRLFRIEND' dialog, It felt like 'story creation' as a 'roleplay', albeit with the 'smart typewriter'.)
Claire is 'analytical'. Particularly brave and strong. Mark is reserved and mysterious. I don't yet know if for him this is a 'sexual theft or assualt upon an innocent' (except what I gleaned from comments that I previewed later in the story), or if there is a 'spy' or 'sci fi' or 'phycology' component to come. I TRUST Mark's ability to 'keep his own (self-imposed) rules'. I assume that he's telling the truth that Claire will survive, relatively 'unharmed' (sarcastic or joking downplay of the harm to body and psyche or a sexual assault.) But I LIKE and empathize with CLAIRE. (Yet with no anticipation that THIS will diminish my sexual gratification in reading about HER being 'abused' later on in the story.)
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2:
For the first half of this, we are led up to Claire saying "I don't want to be raped." And then Mark says, "I know" and is "defeated"? I was struggling and trying to call up a forceful suspension of disbelief, and my mind was saying, "Here is what SHOULD have happened..." And then, moments later, YOU delivered PRECISELY THAT. (If the Rabbit has said to the FOX, "I don't want to be chased", the FOX would say, "Go ahead, I'll give you a 30-second head start.") ... DEE-LICIOUS!
Like someone watching a goal scored on sports-TV, mentally my fists go up, "YES!" Then like a transparent overlay, the rest of the chapter fit itself over my expectations, what I judged to be true and authentic. (MY fantasy would have had Mark step to her, and ask whether she wanted help to pull the blanket over her for the next 30 minutes, or... whether she would give permission to have the blanket folded and placed on the nearby table, so that I - as Mark - could revel in her nakedness and helplessness for the next half an hour? Leaving the choice to HER, imparting an illusion of SOME minor control over her situation.)
The last part of the chapter, up to near the end, was Claire thinking of the "possibilities" for escape, perhaps to convince him to change his plans. Again this was particularly insightful, this was not 'filler' to the story, but was intelligently crafted desperation.
At that point, I missed the chapter, in sadness that it had been used up, but it left me wanting to hurry to the next, to hurry the arrival of Claire's tribulations. I was loving Claire, Mark was an unknown and not controllable, yet acting as MY representative in closing in on Claire's boundaries and private spaces.
End of Chapter 2
Chapter 3:
Here, we see some analysis of Mark himself, and of his philosophy of rape. Here I must accept the author's definitions on the subject, as they diverge from MY experience. We see all three, Mark, Claire the character, and Claire the author sharing a similar set of moral precepts. Absolute sets of "rights" and "wrongs", from which the author is struggling to have Mark justify his "departing what is good". (Completely absent - it seems to ME - are the elements of psychopathy, schizophrenia, atheism and the lack of a moral base. Also - or in addition - there seems to be an absence of Mark's being totally 'evil' or 'demonic'.)
As a reader, I have noted the description of Claire being a math student, serious and hard-working, yet generous with her time, and sociable when called by her friends for a "night out". I'm left feeling that "the number of minutes to midnight" was a 'red herring', and a distraction from the ticking of the clock, in it's inexorable approach to the big 'deadline'. One thing I miss here, is Mark's not asking her to describe her feelings about what is going to happen to her. Asking what is she willing to bargain with? What allowance would she ask him to make, and what would she offer to reciprocate?
Mark's "set of rules for himself" seem absolutely RIGHT ON, in two respects; they guarantee staying within THIS forum's guidelines, and they assure the audience of a 'safe space', where there is no worry that things will 'get extreme'. (How many GOOD writers, back on RU, were there that had horrific scenes that challenged our enjoyment of the author's talents?)
The 'humor' here was not extravagant, nor a distraction from the narrative. I felt there was a light enough touch, that it was not 'out of place', but rather made the reading more enjoyable (less flat, less monotone). Among my favorite paragraphs from this chapter, whether 'humor' or 'wisdom' was, "He needed a sophisticated sex toy to keep his marathon of orgasms... That toy was her. 20 minutes until..." THIS very much DOES touch upon the motivation and mindset of somebody acting out the supreme selfishness of 'raping' another person, regardless of the consequences for that 'other'.
It doesn't feel like it's midnight yet, so I wonder if we'll see penetration in chapter 4?
End of Chapter 3
Chapter 4:
LOL. I had wished for, in chapter 3, "One thing I miss here, is Mark's not asking her to describe her feelings about what is going to happen to her. Asking what is she willing to bargain with? What allowance would she ask him to make, and what would she offer to reciprocate?" I see that I'm getting precisely what I had wished for, with that earlier comment I made, now in chapter 4. Mark is making preliminary preparations, in a way that forces Claire to think about what is about to happen.
It is at THIS point that I begin to be personally aroused by the story. Mark's hand under her butt, lifting her into the 'bridge' so that he can stuff a cushion under her. (I wanted, in MY mind, for him to peck some kisses to inner thighs and to clit mound. With plenty of tongue action.) But Mark lowers her butt to the cushion, then teases about that position making her a better 'cum receptacle' for his use.
"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." I very much identify, and am now only 50% an analyst, and now also 50% invested audience, beginning to hunger for the "owning of her" while using her as a "sophisticated sex toy". The journey of his hands down her body, and her reactions, are a 'turn on' to me. (I find myself constantly surprised by the frequent reference to, and exaggeration of, "pre-cum", in THIS and other stories. It used to be that such references were from an urban culture very alien to anything I frequented.)
I enjoy the 'tour', the 'inventory' of her body. Each move is described in enough detail to avoid making this seem like 'ticking items off of a list'. Somewhere we more-or-less lose Claire's narration, and she becomes terse, commenting only in acknowledging his exploration of her body, and the minutes ticking down to zero.
The chapter ends with, "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?" An exciting and engrossing chapter, while leaving one wishing that there was more of Claire's internal reactions and thoughts.
End of Chapter 4
(I will open a new comment, to begin analysis of chapter 5)
I read a bit less than 3/4ths the way thru Chapter 1, then I skipped forward and read everyone's comments, and your (Author's) responses. The last line I read, before I took a break, was:
“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?”
And now I will begin again, at the very beginning of the story, using the following "checklist" as my guide, both for trying to perceive what is being "done", and the style of telling "that"...
1) What did I immediately feel (as a reader, part of the intended audience), after reading this Chapter?
2) What I most love about what I read, and/or what is my most vivid memory that I will keep?
3) What would I change, or how would MY style have dictated a "different telling"? What did I learn "about writing"?
4) Did I get off on this? Why?
That is, I intend for my comments to be a "beginner's (me) college level book report", for a "creative writing class".
Chapter 1:
On first blush, my mind examined the mechanics of the situation. My experience is that women (& persons in general) don't come out of unconsciousness, drugs, alcohol, or injury, unaware firstly that they are "bound", cuffed, or confined. For the first 1/4th of chapter 1, that was my overriding question.
The 2nd thing that occurred to me, and particularly after I had read all the comments made to date (within THIS forum), was a surprised realization that YOU CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE, before they are even developed a bit. (I come to care about "my creations" only after some development, some familiarity)
Thirdly, MY talents as a writer are spent scribbling onto a "yellow post-it note", attempting to be as sparing of description and dialogue as pleases me. To begin character development, and interior dialogs, immediately, is something that my "male perspective and story-telling style" usually finds as secondary in importance to a newspaper-like "who what where when" initial orientation.
I find it "delicious" that Claire is captive, I'm hoping to find out what Mark's going to "do with her", mildly disappointed that Mark's not going to "own" this person for "at least a month or two". But I know by this point that this will be a "long story", whether by detailed analysis or by a "lot happening, perhaps in detailed description". I'm not, thru chapter 1, feeling an urge to touch my own genitals, nor fantasize about what is going to happen, but rather feeling I've just picked up a good book that I'm going to enjoy, and spend some time with. As before (maybe at RU), I'm in awe of people, like "Lt Broccoli" or some of the others, who can carry a sustained account without degenerating into fewer and fewer details, and less and less enthusiasm, using more and more the technique of "implying 'what followed' or 'what has just happened'." (As opposed to ROLEPLAYING, which stories I have often come away from being very satisfied with my contributions. THIS was my fascination with the 'AI GIRLFRIEND' dialog, It felt like 'story creation' as a 'roleplay', albeit with the 'smart typewriter'.)
Claire is 'analytical'. Particularly brave and strong. Mark is reserved and mysterious. I don't yet know if for him this is a 'sexual theft or assualt upon an innocent' (except what I gleaned from comments that I previewed later in the story), or if there is a 'spy' or 'sci fi' or 'phycology' component to come. I TRUST Mark's ability to 'keep his own (self-imposed) rules'. I assume that he's telling the truth that Claire will survive, relatively 'unharmed' (sarcastic or joking downplay of the harm to body and psyche or a sexual assault.) But I LIKE and empathize with CLAIRE. (Yet with no anticipation that THIS will diminish my sexual gratification in reading about HER being 'abused' later on in the story.)
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2:
For the first half of this, we are led up to Claire saying "I don't want to be raped." And then Mark says, "I know" and is "defeated"? I was struggling and trying to call up a forceful suspension of disbelief, and my mind was saying, "Here is what SHOULD have happened..." And then, moments later, YOU delivered PRECISELY THAT. (If the Rabbit has said to the FOX, "I don't want to be chased", the FOX would say, "Go ahead, I'll give you a 30-second head start.") ... DEE-LICIOUS!
Like someone watching a goal scored on sports-TV, mentally my fists go up, "YES!" Then like a transparent overlay, the rest of the chapter fit itself over my expectations, what I judged to be true and authentic. (MY fantasy would have had Mark step to her, and ask whether she wanted help to pull the blanket over her for the next 30 minutes, or... whether she would give permission to have the blanket folded and placed on the nearby table, so that I - as Mark - could revel in her nakedness and helplessness for the next half an hour? Leaving the choice to HER, imparting an illusion of SOME minor control over her situation.)
The last part of the chapter, up to near the end, was Claire thinking of the "possibilities" for escape, perhaps to convince him to change his plans. Again this was particularly insightful, this was not 'filler' to the story, but was intelligently crafted desperation.
At that point, I missed the chapter, in sadness that it had been used up, but it left me wanting to hurry to the next, to hurry the arrival of Claire's tribulations. I was loving Claire, Mark was an unknown and not controllable, yet acting as MY representative in closing in on Claire's boundaries and private spaces.
End of Chapter 2
Chapter 3:
Here, we see some analysis of Mark himself, and of his philosophy of rape. Here I must accept the author's definitions on the subject, as they diverge from MY experience. We see all three, Mark, Claire the character, and Claire the author sharing a similar set of moral precepts. Absolute sets of "rights" and "wrongs", from which the author is struggling to have Mark justify his "departing what is good". (Completely absent - it seems to ME - are the elements of psychopathy, schizophrenia, atheism and the lack of a moral base. Also - or in addition - there seems to be an absence of Mark's being totally 'evil' or 'demonic'.)
As a reader, I have noted the description of Claire being a math student, serious and hard-working, yet generous with her time, and sociable when called by her friends for a "night out". I'm left feeling that "the number of minutes to midnight" was a 'red herring', and a distraction from the ticking of the clock, in it's inexorable approach to the big 'deadline'. One thing I miss here, is Mark's not asking her to describe her feelings about what is going to happen to her. Asking what is she willing to bargain with? What allowance would she ask him to make, and what would she offer to reciprocate?
Mark's "set of rules for himself" seem absolutely RIGHT ON, in two respects; they guarantee staying within THIS forum's guidelines, and they assure the audience of a 'safe space', where there is no worry that things will 'get extreme'. (How many GOOD writers, back on RU, were there that had horrific scenes that challenged our enjoyment of the author's talents?)
The 'humor' here was not extravagant, nor a distraction from the narrative. I felt there was a light enough touch, that it was not 'out of place', but rather made the reading more enjoyable (less flat, less monotone). Among my favorite paragraphs from this chapter, whether 'humor' or 'wisdom' was, "He needed a sophisticated sex toy to keep his marathon of orgasms... That toy was her. 20 minutes until..." THIS very much DOES touch upon the motivation and mindset of somebody acting out the supreme selfishness of 'raping' another person, regardless of the consequences for that 'other'.
It doesn't feel like it's midnight yet, so I wonder if we'll see penetration in chapter 4?
End of Chapter 3
Chapter 4:
LOL. I had wished for, in chapter 3, "One thing I miss here, is Mark's not asking her to describe her feelings about what is going to happen to her. Asking what is she willing to bargain with? What allowance would she ask him to make, and what would she offer to reciprocate?" I see that I'm getting precisely what I had wished for, with that earlier comment I made, now in chapter 4. Mark is making preliminary preparations, in a way that forces Claire to think about what is about to happen.
It is at THIS point that I begin to be personally aroused by the story. Mark's hand under her butt, lifting her into the 'bridge' so that he can stuff a cushion under her. (I wanted, in MY mind, for him to peck some kisses to inner thighs and to clit mound. With plenty of tongue action.) But Mark lowers her butt to the cushion, then teases about that position making her a better 'cum receptacle' for his use.
"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." I very much identify, and am now only 50% an analyst, and now also 50% invested audience, beginning to hunger for the "owning of her" while using her as a "sophisticated sex toy". The journey of his hands down her body, and her reactions, are a 'turn on' to me. (I find myself constantly surprised by the frequent reference to, and exaggeration of, "pre-cum", in THIS and other stories. It used to be that such references were from an urban culture very alien to anything I frequented.)
I enjoy the 'tour', the 'inventory' of her body. Each move is described in enough detail to avoid making this seem like 'ticking items off of a list'. Somewhere we more-or-less lose Claire's narration, and she becomes terse, commenting only in acknowledging his exploration of her body, and the minutes ticking down to zero.
The chapter ends with, "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?" An exciting and engrossing chapter, while leaving one wishing that there was more of Claire's internal reactions and thoughts.
End of Chapter 4
(I will open a new comment, to begin analysis of chapter 5)
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@Neighbor I'm glad you seem to be having fun with the story. After reading your feedback so far, I'm mostly curious why you took a break after 3/4 of the first chapter and then started to read the comments of other readers? Weren't you afraid of spoilers?
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Certainly there was an interest in "reading" and "discovering" the story. (Which might be affected by "spoilers")
However, my MAIN motivation was to ANALYZE THE WRITING, THE TONE OF THE STORY, and in general analyze "what the author was trying to do".
As prelude to this, I wanted to examine what others were looking for, and what they found. What were OTHERS in the audience, seeing?
I am now about to tackle chapter 3, and then will jump to my "diary" and give my immediate specific reactions.
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Chapter 5:
So, chapter 4 slipped away after whispering, "0 minutes till midnight. He started pushing into her."
Ok. I'm up for it, let's go look at Chapter 5 !!!
"He started pushing into her", and "his cock’s head had crashed into her constricted vaginal walls", I totally mis-read this and had some moment's confusion, thinking this was telling me that "INTO" meant "he was IN". After about 3 're-reads', I see that "crashing into" means HE DIDN'T GET IN YET. Another confusion FOR ME, has been the statement about how "having a cock looks so painful", and how "pushing thru a hymen, tearing the girl's flesh, must be painful for the male."
Then Claire tries to talk him out of unsuccessful attempts at penetration (using "pre-cum" as his sole lubricant, lol), and he finds this as a distraction. (I then imagine a rabbit's shreiks of terror causing the FOX to stop and hunker down saying, "Well then, I won't continue chasing this rabbit".) She feels him "slip in, between her vaginal contractions", as opposed to "She felt her body's initial defenses tear, blood adding to his lubrications, as his cock began slipping in, a fraction of an inch with each thrust." (Because my purpose was to ANALYZE, I have noted in detail, what I consider to be MINOR OBJECTIONS.)
My mind is enjoying the story, while working to dispel any objections or disbelief. I am loving the details of Claire's thought processes, of the observations and feelings. I try to take in stride that Claire thinks she sees "pain" in Mark, because it was "so difficult to get into her". It threw me again, when we find that Mark is just now assuming the "missionary position" because it was his thought that this position might "cause him to slip out". I stop and think this over, then decide this is just a detail that I must accept to stay in tune with the narrative.
Mark puts all his weight onto Claire, laying on top of her, his chest rubbing against her tits. (Trying to remember if, I EVER laid my full weight on the person under me. Realizing that MY 'rules' would generally find that 'unacceptable'. LOL)
For me, THIS was the hottest sentence: "He finally had her where he wanted her. Her hand and feet, her arms and legs restricted by cuffs. Her upper body constraint by his own. Her head fixated by his hands, forcing her to either look at the ceiling or to close her eyes. All the while, he was staking her abused hole over and over again. What had once been her vagina was now his cunt."
On finishing Chapter 5, "The difference between sex and rape was: Good sex ends in pleasure. But a good rape… A good rape ends in victory." VERY satisfactory. This overlaps my views perfectly.
I have very much felt "represented" by the last half of this chapter (my mind only stopping to object whenever this process was described as 'painful' to Mark). Claire, she is DOMINATED, she is OWNED. 'Life', according to THIS story, was "GOOD". Very much a bonus that the perpetrator is not 'slapping' or 'cursing' or belittling her. (Wouldn't THAT diminish the value of his 'conquest'?)
Chapter 5, of the first 5 chapters, I agree is the most likely to cause people to masturbate.
End of Chapter 5
(This is the end of my analysis. This was an interesting story to read.)
So, chapter 4 slipped away after whispering, "0 minutes till midnight. He started pushing into her."
Ok. I'm up for it, let's go look at Chapter 5 !!!
"He started pushing into her", and "his cock’s head had crashed into her constricted vaginal walls", I totally mis-read this and had some moment's confusion, thinking this was telling me that "INTO" meant "he was IN". After about 3 're-reads', I see that "crashing into" means HE DIDN'T GET IN YET. Another confusion FOR ME, has been the statement about how "having a cock looks so painful", and how "pushing thru a hymen, tearing the girl's flesh, must be painful for the male."
Then Claire tries to talk him out of unsuccessful attempts at penetration (using "pre-cum" as his sole lubricant, lol), and he finds this as a distraction. (I then imagine a rabbit's shreiks of terror causing the FOX to stop and hunker down saying, "Well then, I won't continue chasing this rabbit".) She feels him "slip in, between her vaginal contractions", as opposed to "She felt her body's initial defenses tear, blood adding to his lubrications, as his cock began slipping in, a fraction of an inch with each thrust." (Because my purpose was to ANALYZE, I have noted in detail, what I consider to be MINOR OBJECTIONS.)
My mind is enjoying the story, while working to dispel any objections or disbelief. I am loving the details of Claire's thought processes, of the observations and feelings. I try to take in stride that Claire thinks she sees "pain" in Mark, because it was "so difficult to get into her". It threw me again, when we find that Mark is just now assuming the "missionary position" because it was his thought that this position might "cause him to slip out". I stop and think this over, then decide this is just a detail that I must accept to stay in tune with the narrative.
Mark puts all his weight onto Claire, laying on top of her, his chest rubbing against her tits. (Trying to remember if, I EVER laid my full weight on the person under me. Realizing that MY 'rules' would generally find that 'unacceptable'. LOL)
For me, THIS was the hottest sentence: "He finally had her where he wanted her. Her hand and feet, her arms and legs restricted by cuffs. Her upper body constraint by his own. Her head fixated by his hands, forcing her to either look at the ceiling or to close her eyes. All the while, he was staking her abused hole over and over again. What had once been her vagina was now his cunt."
On finishing Chapter 5, "The difference between sex and rape was: Good sex ends in pleasure. But a good rape… A good rape ends in victory." VERY satisfactory. This overlaps my views perfectly.
I have very much felt "represented" by the last half of this chapter (my mind only stopping to object whenever this process was described as 'painful' to Mark). Claire, she is DOMINATED, she is OWNED. 'Life', according to THIS story, was "GOOD". Very much a bonus that the perpetrator is not 'slapping' or 'cursing' or belittling her. (Wouldn't THAT diminish the value of his 'conquest'?)
Chapter 5, of the first 5 chapters, I agree is the most likely to cause people to masturbate.
End of Chapter 5
(This is the end of my analysis. This was an interesting story to read.)
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Re: Record Chaser
@Neighbor There are two moments in your post that can be read as you actually having raped a woman and are now referring to what that experience was like in comparison to what the story describes. I'm sure I must be misreading this and that these two passages are not referring to what you felt while raping a woman:
Neighbor wrote: Fri Jul 11, 2025 12:42 pm I find this a totally alien concept. (For ME, the thrill of this feeling was a highpoint in life.) "pushing his dick over and over against an unrelenting wall was not his definition of a fun time", for ME, is so against everything I have known over a lifetime. For ME, this was the ESSENCE of a 'good time'.
Neighbor wrote: Fri Jul 11, 2025 12:42 pm Trying to remember if, even during a 'non-con', I laid my full weight on the person under me. Realizing that MY 'rules' find that 'unacceptable'. LOL
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It took me only 237 days to write chapter 8 after the release of chapter 7 on December 23 2024. I'm sorry for the long wait.
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Chapter 8 – Good Girl
9:32 did the alarm clock show. Claire had become weirdly used to the experience of getting raped. Maybe her body was simply too tired to feel shock and a sense of urgency to defend herself anymore when he entered her body. She had started to feel sore between her legs. Although she was plenty lubricated for his penis entering her after he had shot seven of his loads partially or fully into her already, she had simply been used too much to be physically unaffected.
Now he was thrusting into her approaching his eighth orgasm. This fucking that she was on the receiving end of was of a higher intensity compared to the last two ones. But it felt performative to her. The rapidity of his thrusts wasn’t driven by genuine fervor but the mere simulation of it. He was not compelled to move faster by a desperate need to come. He would induce the orgasm his own body didn’t want to provide anymore through sheer force. It all felt so pointless to her. Her suffering didn’t even satisfy a need anymore, only his principle of not stopping before he achieved his arbitrarily set goal.
Despite being tired from not having slept for about 26 hours now except for the maybe 15 minutes she had fallen asleep when Mark had left to make sandwiches, her body also felt just used, used beyond its physical limitations. She felt sticky from the semen he had spread over her body over the course of his last few orgasms. He would pour the first two spurts of cum into her vagina, and would then pull out to shoot the remaining load directly onto her pussy’s lips, her stomach, her breasts or onto her face. She had been able to avoid getting hit directly into her eyes and nose by turning her head to the side. As a consequence, she had felt the warmth of his fresh cum hitting her cheek and ear. Some of it had landed in her hair where it was still gluing a strand together. The partial load he had shot against her labia he had later smeared all over her vulva and her thighs. She was reminded of it every time she felt the stickiness when she closed her legs after he had withdrawn himself from her. And the load on her breasts he had rubbed all over her boobs as if it was sunscreen lotion. Her body reeked of sweat and dried up semen, and so did the sheet on the bed.
Her body was also in pain from overuse, showing signs of wear and tear. Still a virgin a little more than 9 hours ago, she could now only be considered used goods. Then she reprimanded herself in her thoughts. She would not consider herself goods, neither used nor mint condition. She could not let him define how she viewed herself, that was the solemn vow that helped her endure all of this. Every push forward into her lap was a battle for her dignity, her personhood. She hated how her body had already given in long ago. Where it once required several futile seeming attempts to open her vagina with his rock hard cock like it was crowbar, now even an exhausted semi-erect penis was able to smoothly slither into her abused cunt without resistance. No more cramping up, no muscle spasms trying to push him out, just a body that no longer recognized that her mind didn’t want any of this.
Claire had closed her eyes. She was familiar with it now. Mark held her arms in place above her head while he quickened his pace for the finish. Just before he was about to come she would be able to feel his tired cock grow to full length for the brief moment of climax. She could barely feel the semen itself, but she knew that with every pumping motion, with every twitch he’d be depositing more of his filth in her. She was so familiar with the process now that it wasn’t the smooth back and forth gliding of his cock that got her out of her stupor and made her open her eyes. It was the feeling of his breath on her face.
“What are you…?!”
Instinctively, she tried to ask him but her question was cut short when she felt his lips touching hers. Her eyes widened in shock. Ever since she had averted his first attempt to kiss her, he hadn’t tried again. It had been a small victory for her. Mark’s tongue forcing its way into her mouth reinvigorated her fighting spirit more than the repeated penetration of her overused pussy could. Her body tensed up, her arms resisted against the hold he had on her, her small frame squirmed violently against the thrusts into her lap. She tried desperately to lift him off her only to be pressed back into the mattress stained by blood, sweat, cum and vomit. She could feel the grin on his face and his cock growing inside her as the feeling of taking this last bastion of her dignity from her aroused him to no end. He would come soon. The intensity of his thrusts forced slurping sounds out of her cum filled cunt that her muffled screams were unable drown out completely. Not like this, she thought. All of this happened within seconds. She had made a decision.
“Hng…!! Aaahrg… FUCK!”
Mark’s body jolted upwards. His screamed curse left his mouth with a slight lisp. He had been about to come while he kissed her, just as he had pictured it in his mind for roughly the last hour. He had assessed Claire to be submissive enough at this point that he thought she’d simply endure the kiss. And he had enjoyed the brief moment of reinvigorated resistance, of her body wriggling and bending beneath him as he fucked her to his heart’s content. But then she bit down on his tongue. And she bit down hard. She would have bitten his tongue off if he hadn’t withdrawn himself from her immediately. He knew exactly that any attempt at having her blow him was out of the question. It was just too much of a risk. Unless he’d be willing to break his rules and beat her to a pulp or threaten her with death, there was no chance she ever would comply. And he also realized that the girl had a pretty good idea by now what his self-imposed limitations were. But she had been so docile for a while now that a simple kiss he had deemed to be no problem.
Still kneeling between her legs, breathing heavily as he looked at her, his penis slipped out of her. Unless some stimulus kept him hard, his tired dick was all too eager to seek rest in its natural soft state. He had let go of her wrists when he had jumped up into this kneeling position. She covered her small tits with her free hands and was now staring daggers at him. He had raped her eight times now but she could still be this defiant despite her mental and physical exhaustion. He didn’t appreciate the pain he felt nor the taste of his own blood in his mouth. Nevertheless, he knew that he had picked the right girl for his record attempt if he didn’t get bored of her after coming seven times already.
He took a sip of water to get the taste of blood out of his mouth, not leaving Claire out of his sight for a second as if the girl could do anything if he wasn’t careful.
“You know you’re making this harder for yourself than necessary, right? I was about to blow my load up your tight little snatch and then you would have had another break until I’d be ready to go again. And I wanted to let you use the bathroom and give you a shower after this. Now I’ll need to fuck you some more before we can get to any of that, and trust me, Claire, we both could use that shower at this point.”
He could see her eyes widening briefly. It made him smirk. He had an idea about what was going on in her head. The thought of being allowed to shower meant he’d have to release her from her cuffs and that must have made her wonder whether there could be a chance to escape. He didn’t think of himself as some invincible figure of male dominance. He knew that there were plenty of people out there he wouldn’t stand a chance against in a fight. But he was confident that even without the cuffs he’d be able handle one exhausted woman half his weight. And if by some miracle she were able to escape him for a moment, she’d be stopped by the locked front door. He heard her gulp.
“So, so you want to do it in the shower next?”
The anger in her eyes was still burning but he could hear how unassuming and friendly she tried to make her voice sound, enticing him with the prospect of a shower fuck to release her from her binds sooner than later. He let his eyes trail down her captive body.
“Ah, there’s the little schemer! What’s the plan? Making me slip in the shower hoping that I break my neck?”
He teased her while his eyes found their way between her legs. He clucked his tongue in disapproval of the sight before him. Her pussy formed that pretty slit again. It was a beautiful sight, he wouldn’t argue against that. But he wanted to see that hole gaping after he’d withdrawn himself. Claire didn’t answer his question.
“But before we get to that shower, I think you’re due for some punishment for that bite.”
He reached for her wrists again. Before he could get a hold of them, she jerked her arms away and went for a slap. But he caught her arm before her palm could make contact with his face. Her attempt appeared half-hearted to him. Perhaps she was just too tired to go for a real swing.
“Who are you trying to convince with this performance of resistance? We both know that I can manage those delicate arms just fine.”
He proceeded to put her wrist back into those cuffs she had been in when he raped her for the first time. When he lowered his body a bit to get to those cuffs, he suddenly felt her spit at him.
“Fuck you!”
He smirked while he went on to cuff the other wrist, too.
“You know, when I first started raping women I expected to get spit at more often. But it happens less often than you think. You’re only the third to do that. 3 out 13, what percentage is that exactly?”
He could see the anguish on her face as she scolded herself internally for actually having calculated it in her mind. He wiped her saliva off his cheek and then licked it off his finger.
“Why are you restraining my arms again? I thought you could handle them just fine?”
He redirected his attention to the cuffs at her ankles, ignoring the implicit dare to keep her hands free.
“I want to uncuff your legs for a bit. And since we haven’t reached that point in our relationship yet where I trust you not to kick me, I will have my hands busy with your legs.”
She held still while he released her legs from her constraints. She waited strategically until he had released the second leg, too. Barely a moment later she went for a kick. He had expected her to try this at least once but the eagerness surprised him and the kick almost hit him in the face. He caught her leg just before her foot connected with his nose. He immediately decided to hold her other leg in place, too, before she could even consider a second kick.
He didn’t expect her to enjoy getting kissed by him. But that this attempt would reinvigorate her fighting spirit to this degree surprised him. He gave the sole in front of his face a playful kiss. Claire tried to wriggle her legs free from his hold but he kept her firmly in place.
“Let go of me!”
This wasn’t a desperate plea. He was genuinely surprised how commanding her voice sounded. While he was impressed by her to some degree, he wouldn’t let his admiration for her defiance stop him. He put her legs together and pulled her body almost into a shoulder stand, wrapping only his left hand around both of her tender ankles. Then he pushed her outstretched legs down to her body until her knees almost touched her boobs. This position revealed her vulva quite nicely despite her legs being pressed firmly together. He could see her cheeks flush as a new wave of shame went through her petite body. And he knew that her other cheeks would soon display a similar red tint. He began to feel up her legs with his free hand.
“So here’s what’s going to happen, Claire. You will ask me to kiss you, nicely, and accept the kiss this time. And until you do, I’ll spank you like the naughty girl you are. What’s it gonna be? A kiss now, or a kiss after a good spanking for your sweet little butt?”
Claire needed a moment to fully comprehend what he just said. He was gently caressing her behind with his free hand waiting for her answer, clearly enjoying her discomfort at the intimate touch. He wanted to spank her like some naughty child for refusing to kiss him? Spanking her until she gave in, she knew this was an empty threat. She didn’t want to be spanked or touched by him at all but she knew one thing: He did not want to hurt her body too bad. He didn’t want to mutilate her, inflict lasting injuries, or scar her. She didn’t fully understand why but this was how he operated. So if she resisted him long enough, he’d have to stop before he seriously hurt her.
“I’ll never kiss you willingly, you sick fuck!”
She looked him in the eye and he looked straight back at her. He didn’t say anything. She felt his hand lose contact with her body. Then he put the cushion away that had elevated her ass up to this point. It was no longer needed now that he held her legs himself and lifted her butt from the mattress as he pressed her legs to her chest. His face was calm.
“You chose this.”
Immediately after, she felt his hand slap her ass for the first time. She flinched, not out of pain, it wasn’t a hard slap. Nor was she surprised. And yet, she couldn’t help but flinch at the sensation. Then his hand came down on her butt again, this time hitting the other cheek. He alternated between cheeks, letting her easily predict where he would strike next. It was humiliating.
“Tell me, how did your former virgin self think about sex before tonight? Did you wonder on your way home what it would be like to let that Eugene guy spank you a little?”
She didn’t want to think about Eugene. She liked him, he’d been nice. He had been nervous around her and was clearly interested in her, but his interest had felt genuine. She felt flattered by it. He had asked for help, respected her advice and groaned only a little when she called the analysis lecture a limitless adventure. She was looking forward to seeing him again in his silly Babymetal band shirt that he wore without a hint of shame. She didn’t want to be reminded of him while this monster spanked her, she didn’t want to associate Eugene with what was happening to her right now. The slaps continued in a predictable rhythm. She didn’t answer his question.
“So no fantasies of being a bad girl for Eugene? Fair enough. Maybe you were just too innocent for that. I get that. Here is what I don’t understand about you though.”
She could feel her ass getting warmer as he kept spanking her.
“You are a really clever girl. No, clever doesn’t do you justice. You’re a very intelligent woman.”
A hint of pain started to accompany each new hit on her bare bottom.
“So you must be aware that between 1 in 5 and 1 in 4 women report having been raped or that somebody attempted to rape them.”
The numbers weren’t new to her.
“And then there’s you: Young, pretty, petite, an easy target, running around in an environment where women are so rare that many men consider them mythological creatures whose existence scientists only suspect but can’t proof.”
She was all too aware of the surplus of men in her field. Her ass became ever more sensitive.
“Looking at it from that perspective, don’t you agree it was just a matter of time until some guy decided to plant his dick inside you without asking for your consent?”
An involuntary moan escaped Claire’s lips as the next slap hit her. She closed her eyes, bit down on her lower lip and tried to stay in control of her reactions to his assault.
“So if you getting your cunt stretched against your will was basically inevitable, why didn’t you make sure you had your first time with someone nice and sweet before that?”
Her body started to jolt with every new slap.
“I’m sure that childhood friend of yours would have loved to give you a hand with this. What was his name again? John?”
Jason! She almost corrected him, so angry was she at him for dragging Jason into this now, too. She didn’t want to listen to him anymore. But with her hands cuffed she couldn’t even cover her ears.
“Well, to get to my larger point, I think you… Oh?!”
The last slap had been particularly hard, making her jump. But that wasn’t what surprised either of them. The sudden strong movement and the ripple going through her body made her filled up pussy spill some of the seed he had so meticulously deposited in her over the course of seven rapes. She could feel it flow out of her, making what she knew to be true all along an undeniable reality. She hated every moment of it. But at least it was no longer brewing inside her. She had no doubt though that there was plenty more where this came from.
Her relief over feeling some of his cum leaving her body was short lived. It escaped her vagina and flowed between her butt cheeks. But before it could drop down onto the bed sheet she could feel Mark place his hand below her ass. He let his index and middle flinger scoop up the cum between her ass cheeks and then rammed it back into her leaking cunt. Startled by the surprise assault on her pussy, her eyes flew open and she screamed. Her vagina clamped down hard on his fingers. With his fingers buried in her to the hilt and his thumb playing with her clit he continued to talk.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re leaking, Claire! But damn, that’s the tightness I chose you for!”
He began to finger her slowly. Not for long, just to let her know what his fingers could do. His cock felt like a blunt intrument in comparison. His fingers were probing and prodding, increasing pressure with high precision at specific sensitive spots. She moaned in relief when he pulled his fingers out.
“Your moans do sound nice. You should let me hear them more often.”
He wiped his cum stained fingers on her red hot ass. Then he resumed spanking her.
“Please stop…”
Her voice was small, not really expecting him to listen. She just had to say something.
“In case you forgot, you can make this stop any time. Just ask me to kiss you.”
In between two slaps, she shook her head. The hits on her ass started to genuinely hurt but she could still endure it. She had to endure it. She couldn’t let him win, couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“So where was I before your little mishap? Ah, right, so I was saying: I think you should actually thank me.”
Claire started to cry silent tears. And her cunt started to weep cum again, too. Just as before, he shoved it back into her with his fingers, then resumed spanking her immediately. Only this time, he didn’t let it interrupt his thoughts.
“You know that most women get raped by someone they know, right? Father, uncle, husband, friend, teacher, coach?”
His spanking of her ass was relentless, mostly weak slaps that accumulated their impact over time, only interrupted whenever her pussy tried to expell the excess cum he had filled her with. But he plugged every new leak with his fingers, forcing her to bear what had been amassed over seven rapes inside of her. She experienced the disgust of feeling it trickle out of her over and over again without ever getting rid of it.
“So if you were doomed to get raped anyway and the chance was high that it would be someone you know, don’t you think you’re lucky that it’s me instead?”
She was trying to seek refuge in the ceiling like she had that first time hours ago. But her mind was unable to escape. The slap, the cum leaking and his voice kept her in the moment. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.
“Think about it, if the alternative was your father, John or the Professor you’re working for taking a crack at your hole, don’t you think this here is better? You get raped a bit, sure, but you get to walk home unhurt and all your relationships with important male figures in your life are still intact. Sounds like a bargain to me.”
She couldn’t listen to this anymore. Everything sounded wrong. When he wasn’t talking, all she could hear was the sound of his hand slapping her ass and her own whimpers.
“Shut up! My dad, Professor Robertson or JASON! would never do such a thing!”
Even in this state her mind found the flaw in his reasoning. Even if his premise was true that her getting raped was inevitable, him raping her now wouldn’t make future assaults any less likely. But she didn’t do him the favor of correcting him, to engage with him on his terms.
“You have such a naive view of men, it’s adorable. Do you really think your dad never looked at you and recognized how fuckable you’ve become? You might be right that he’d never do it himself, but I guarantee you he noticed how pretty you are and how easy it would be to just take you.”
She refused to think that her dad ever looked at her like this. She just shook her head as she felt him force his fingers into her cunt overflowing with cum again.
“Are you sure? Did he never say anything wishing you had chosen a field that’s a little more female friendly? I’m sure he was sceptical, knowing how easily you’d become a target among a group of sex starved math nerds. He knew because he imagined himself how little you’d be able to do if he just pinned you down and take what you’re not willing to give freely.”
As a matter of fact, her father had been worried about the surplus of men in her field. But not because he imagined doing anything himself!
“I hate you…”
Her broken, sobbing voice was so small, she couldn’t even tell whether he heard her. If he did, he didn’t seem to care. He kept just spanking her now crimson ass.
“And then there’s John, sorry, I mean Jason, the childhood friend. As if a guy going through puberty never wondered what it would f…”
She couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the humiliation of getting spanked like a little girl, the repeated experience of feeling his cum spill out of her, the unwanted images he kept putting into her head with his words. Not Jason, she didn’t want him to contaminate him, too. Not him.
“O...kay. You can stop.”
He stopped talking. The room was suddenly silent. His hand crashed one last time into her ass, dispelling the silence for a moment. He looked at her expectantly. He returned to gently caressing her butt which was all the more intense for her now that her cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“Well, Claire, you know what to say, right?”
Her breathing was heavy. She knew of course what he wanted to hear. She knew what her saying it would mean.
“You can… kiss me.”
He looked at her, shaking his head. The touch of his hand on her butt got firmer. She breathed a trembling sigh in preparation for the next words.
“Please, kiss me.”
She felt his hand relax, reverting to the softness of his earlier touch. He nodded at her. He lowered the legs he had pressed against her chest while he spanked her back onto the mattress. Then they just stared at each other, Claire with dreadful anticipation for what was to come, and Mark with an expression on his face that appeared to expect something from her but she didn’t know what.
“What are you waiting for?”
She knew that what he was about to say would be cruel when his lips twitched into a smile despite his best efforts to appear stone cold.
“Spread your legs.”
Her eyes widened.
“What? Why?! This isn’t what we… No!”
Instinctively, she tried to distance herself from him but he quickly got a hold of her legs again, not letting her escape even an inch.
“Come on, you didn’t really think we were talking about a quick peck on the lips here, right? I was balls deep inside you ready to blow my load when you bit me. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen during our kiss. You know I’m a romantic at heart.”
His hand crept up her legs, but his touch wasn’t forceful. He was waiting for her to open her legs on her own for him.
“Please don’t make me do that, please, I’m begging you!”
He shrugged his shoulders in response.
“Your choice. Your ass does look pretty red but it will be able to take some more before we’re doing any real damage.”
He was about to grab her by her ankles again.
“No, no, no! Please, no more! I… I’ll do it! Just get it over with.”
Her entire body was shaking, scared of what she was about to do on her own. Her mind was overriding every instinct of her body. Her trembling legs slowly parted under his watchful eyes, granting him access to what up to this point he had to take with physical force. He positioned himself between her legs. And then she saw it.
He was hard, truly hard. Not semi-erect, not kept barely hard enough for penetration by constant stimulation, just hard from the excitement that spanking and breaking her had brought him. She gulped, feeling more afraid of his cock than she had in hours. He began rubbing the head over her labia. She fought the instinct to close her legs again, even if trying to do so would fail anyway.
“I will fuck you now until I’m ready to come again. And all the while, you will look me in the eye. And the moment I come, I will kiss you. No biting this time. Understood?”
She heard what he said but her mind was occupied with the feeling of his cock parting her lips over and over again, reminding her of those dreadful minutes before midnight. When she didn’t respond with her eyes transfixed on his cock she heard him snap his fingers once. That made her look at his face.
“I will fuck you, maintain eye contact, come inside you and kiss you while doing so, no biting. Understood?”
She nodded, barely, but noticeable enough for him to register. He released her wrists from the cuffs. For the first time since she woke up in this room, she was seemingly unchained. Then he began to push into her. He looked between her legs where their genitalia were connected and she followed his gaze. She could see it disappear inside of her, gradually, deliberately slow. His cock sank into her, between the legs she had opened for him and she saw her body take it, the full length, without protest, while she could feel how his hardness stretched her. When it had disappeared out of sight completely, she failed to comprehend how this could be her reality. Then he lay down on top of her, started thrusting, silent for once, maintaining eye contact as he had promised and demanded.
He didn’t fuck her fast. She knew he was savoring her. He didn’t speak, didn’t taunt her. She didn’t scream, didn’t protest what was happening. She felt him inside her, noticed the absence of pain, of any physical discomfort besides the exhaustion she felt constantly. His cock had become an unwelcome but familiar guest. He was pacing himself but she was sure that it wouldn’t take him that long.
It was the choreography of tender sex. Wordless eye contact, faces breathing on each other, long and slow strokes into her lap. Both her legs and arms were free, but there was no tension in any of them. Her legs were parted wide, granting him easy access and her arms rested lifeless next to her body. There was nothing either of these limbs could do to prevent him from finishing what he had planned. The deafening calm dialed the unbearable intimacy of the moment up to 11.
She noticed the quickening of his breath. Beneath his composed exterior he was getting close. She had learned the signs and with nothing distracting her she noticed them even more. His cock grew just a little more, the hand gently stroking her hair felt a bit more frantic. His face inched closer to hers, the breath on her face felt warmer. Her body was shaking, she was close to hyperventilating. And all the while did the eyes holding her gaze not even look cruel.
The moment it happened was almost unspectacular. An involuntary moan escaped his mouth when his body passed the point of no return. She felt his lips connect with hers at the same time his cock started dumping his eigth load of cum into her unwilling yet compliant body. He wasn’t forcefully sucking on her face but gently opening her mouth with his own. He grunted in satisfaction when the second spurt filled her. She could only endure it, wait for it to be over. His tongue moved over her teeth, letting her know how easy it would be for her to bite him again, reminding her that she was choosing not to do so. His orgasm was as subdued as the careful exploration of her mouth. Not a violent explosion of unconstrained lust battering her cunt but a resting cock gently pouring his semen into her like an elegant waiter pouring a fine wine into a fancy glass.
Then she realized: This was all she was. A receptacle for his cum, a precious, a treasured one in his eyes, but also no more than that. She clung desperately to her personhood but the empirical evidence of her reality was undeniable: In this moment, she was a cum receptacle.
Mark stopped kissing her and let his head rest next to hers for a moment. A long, satisfied sigh accompanied the feeling of his cock growing soft quickly and slipping out of her. It was a good orgasm, much better than he ever expected the eigth one of the day to be. He lifted himself off her petite body, ready to check on her condition.
Lifeless, that was the word that described her current state the best. Her eyes were open but vacant, her breathing calm. She took no notice of his exploring gaze on her naked body. Her limbs just rested on the mattress with not a even a hint of tension in them. She didn’t even bother to close her legs. It looked almost like an invitation to him. Her ass was still glowing red from the spanking she had received. He couldn’t help but marvel that the rape of Claire might have been his finest work yet.
But what elated him the most was the view between her legs. Her pussy was open, that immaculate slit finally gone. And with neither his fingers nor his cock plugging her fun hole and the pillow no longer elevating her butt, the accumulated cum finally poured out of her. A broken girl violated from head to toe, an endless river of semen pouring from her abused cunt, and no reaction from her indicating any objection to the sensation that most certainly disgusted her to the core of her being. He tenderly patted the cum crying pussy.
“Good girl.”
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This was one of those chapters that started to become hard to write. Not as much as chapter 5 at the time, but to dial up the cruelty like this and escalate his taunts into this deeply personal territory was revolting. And very hot..
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Chapter 8 – Good Girl
9:32 did the alarm clock show. Claire had become weirdly used to the experience of getting raped. Maybe her body was simply too tired to feel shock and a sense of urgency to defend herself anymore when he entered her body. She had started to feel sore between her legs. Although she was plenty lubricated for his penis entering her after he had shot seven of his loads partially or fully into her already, she had simply been used too much to be physically unaffected.
Now he was thrusting into her approaching his eighth orgasm. This fucking that she was on the receiving end of was of a higher intensity compared to the last two ones. But it felt performative to her. The rapidity of his thrusts wasn’t driven by genuine fervor but the mere simulation of it. He was not compelled to move faster by a desperate need to come. He would induce the orgasm his own body didn’t want to provide anymore through sheer force. It all felt so pointless to her. Her suffering didn’t even satisfy a need anymore, only his principle of not stopping before he achieved his arbitrarily set goal.
Despite being tired from not having slept for about 26 hours now except for the maybe 15 minutes she had fallen asleep when Mark had left to make sandwiches, her body also felt just used, used beyond its physical limitations. She felt sticky from the semen he had spread over her body over the course of his last few orgasms. He would pour the first two spurts of cum into her vagina, and would then pull out to shoot the remaining load directly onto her pussy’s lips, her stomach, her breasts or onto her face. She had been able to avoid getting hit directly into her eyes and nose by turning her head to the side. As a consequence, she had felt the warmth of his fresh cum hitting her cheek and ear. Some of it had landed in her hair where it was still gluing a strand together. The partial load he had shot against her labia he had later smeared all over her vulva and her thighs. She was reminded of it every time she felt the stickiness when she closed her legs after he had withdrawn himself from her. And the load on her breasts he had rubbed all over her boobs as if it was sunscreen lotion. Her body reeked of sweat and dried up semen, and so did the sheet on the bed.
Her body was also in pain from overuse, showing signs of wear and tear. Still a virgin a little more than 9 hours ago, she could now only be considered used goods. Then she reprimanded herself in her thoughts. She would not consider herself goods, neither used nor mint condition. She could not let him define how she viewed herself, that was the solemn vow that helped her endure all of this. Every push forward into her lap was a battle for her dignity, her personhood. She hated how her body had already given in long ago. Where it once required several futile seeming attempts to open her vagina with his rock hard cock like it was crowbar, now even an exhausted semi-erect penis was able to smoothly slither into her abused cunt without resistance. No more cramping up, no muscle spasms trying to push him out, just a body that no longer recognized that her mind didn’t want any of this.
Claire had closed her eyes. She was familiar with it now. Mark held her arms in place above her head while he quickened his pace for the finish. Just before he was about to come she would be able to feel his tired cock grow to full length for the brief moment of climax. She could barely feel the semen itself, but she knew that with every pumping motion, with every twitch he’d be depositing more of his filth in her. She was so familiar with the process now that it wasn’t the smooth back and forth gliding of his cock that got her out of her stupor and made her open her eyes. It was the feeling of his breath on her face.
“What are you…?!”
Instinctively, she tried to ask him but her question was cut short when she felt his lips touching hers. Her eyes widened in shock. Ever since she had averted his first attempt to kiss her, he hadn’t tried again. It had been a small victory for her. Mark’s tongue forcing its way into her mouth reinvigorated her fighting spirit more than the repeated penetration of her overused pussy could. Her body tensed up, her arms resisted against the hold he had on her, her small frame squirmed violently against the thrusts into her lap. She tried desperately to lift him off her only to be pressed back into the mattress stained by blood, sweat, cum and vomit. She could feel the grin on his face and his cock growing inside her as the feeling of taking this last bastion of her dignity from her aroused him to no end. He would come soon. The intensity of his thrusts forced slurping sounds out of her cum filled cunt that her muffled screams were unable drown out completely. Not like this, she thought. All of this happened within seconds. She had made a decision.
“Hng…!! Aaahrg… FUCK!”
Mark’s body jolted upwards. His screamed curse left his mouth with a slight lisp. He had been about to come while he kissed her, just as he had pictured it in his mind for roughly the last hour. He had assessed Claire to be submissive enough at this point that he thought she’d simply endure the kiss. And he had enjoyed the brief moment of reinvigorated resistance, of her body wriggling and bending beneath him as he fucked her to his heart’s content. But then she bit down on his tongue. And she bit down hard. She would have bitten his tongue off if he hadn’t withdrawn himself from her immediately. He knew exactly that any attempt at having her blow him was out of the question. It was just too much of a risk. Unless he’d be willing to break his rules and beat her to a pulp or threaten her with death, there was no chance she ever would comply. And he also realized that the girl had a pretty good idea by now what his self-imposed limitations were. But she had been so docile for a while now that a simple kiss he had deemed to be no problem.
Still kneeling between her legs, breathing heavily as he looked at her, his penis slipped out of her. Unless some stimulus kept him hard, his tired dick was all too eager to seek rest in its natural soft state. He had let go of her wrists when he had jumped up into this kneeling position. She covered her small tits with her free hands and was now staring daggers at him. He had raped her eight times now but she could still be this defiant despite her mental and physical exhaustion. He didn’t appreciate the pain he felt nor the taste of his own blood in his mouth. Nevertheless, he knew that he had picked the right girl for his record attempt if he didn’t get bored of her after coming seven times already.
He took a sip of water to get the taste of blood out of his mouth, not leaving Claire out of his sight for a second as if the girl could do anything if he wasn’t careful.
“You know you’re making this harder for yourself than necessary, right? I was about to blow my load up your tight little snatch and then you would have had another break until I’d be ready to go again. And I wanted to let you use the bathroom and give you a shower after this. Now I’ll need to fuck you some more before we can get to any of that, and trust me, Claire, we both could use that shower at this point.”
He could see her eyes widening briefly. It made him smirk. He had an idea about what was going on in her head. The thought of being allowed to shower meant he’d have to release her from her cuffs and that must have made her wonder whether there could be a chance to escape. He didn’t think of himself as some invincible figure of male dominance. He knew that there were plenty of people out there he wouldn’t stand a chance against in a fight. But he was confident that even without the cuffs he’d be able handle one exhausted woman half his weight. And if by some miracle she were able to escape him for a moment, she’d be stopped by the locked front door. He heard her gulp.
“So, so you want to do it in the shower next?”
The anger in her eyes was still burning but he could hear how unassuming and friendly she tried to make her voice sound, enticing him with the prospect of a shower fuck to release her from her binds sooner than later. He let his eyes trail down her captive body.
“Ah, there’s the little schemer! What’s the plan? Making me slip in the shower hoping that I break my neck?”
He teased her while his eyes found their way between her legs. He clucked his tongue in disapproval of the sight before him. Her pussy formed that pretty slit again. It was a beautiful sight, he wouldn’t argue against that. But he wanted to see that hole gaping after he’d withdrawn himself. Claire didn’t answer his question.
“But before we get to that shower, I think you’re due for some punishment for that bite.”
He reached for her wrists again. Before he could get a hold of them, she jerked her arms away and went for a slap. But he caught her arm before her palm could make contact with his face. Her attempt appeared half-hearted to him. Perhaps she was just too tired to go for a real swing.
“Who are you trying to convince with this performance of resistance? We both know that I can manage those delicate arms just fine.”
He proceeded to put her wrist back into those cuffs she had been in when he raped her for the first time. When he lowered his body a bit to get to those cuffs, he suddenly felt her spit at him.
“Fuck you!”
He smirked while he went on to cuff the other wrist, too.
“You know, when I first started raping women I expected to get spit at more often. But it happens less often than you think. You’re only the third to do that. 3 out 13, what percentage is that exactly?”
He could see the anguish on her face as she scolded herself internally for actually having calculated it in her mind. He wiped her saliva off his cheek and then licked it off his finger.
“Why are you restraining my arms again? I thought you could handle them just fine?”
He redirected his attention to the cuffs at her ankles, ignoring the implicit dare to keep her hands free.
“I want to uncuff your legs for a bit. And since we haven’t reached that point in our relationship yet where I trust you not to kick me, I will have my hands busy with your legs.”
She held still while he released her legs from her constraints. She waited strategically until he had released the second leg, too. Barely a moment later she went for a kick. He had expected her to try this at least once but the eagerness surprised him and the kick almost hit him in the face. He caught her leg just before her foot connected with his nose. He immediately decided to hold her other leg in place, too, before she could even consider a second kick.
He didn’t expect her to enjoy getting kissed by him. But that this attempt would reinvigorate her fighting spirit to this degree surprised him. He gave the sole in front of his face a playful kiss. Claire tried to wriggle her legs free from his hold but he kept her firmly in place.
“Let go of me!”
This wasn’t a desperate plea. He was genuinely surprised how commanding her voice sounded. While he was impressed by her to some degree, he wouldn’t let his admiration for her defiance stop him. He put her legs together and pulled her body almost into a shoulder stand, wrapping only his left hand around both of her tender ankles. Then he pushed her outstretched legs down to her body until her knees almost touched her boobs. This position revealed her vulva quite nicely despite her legs being pressed firmly together. He could see her cheeks flush as a new wave of shame went through her petite body. And he knew that her other cheeks would soon display a similar red tint. He began to feel up her legs with his free hand.
“So here’s what’s going to happen, Claire. You will ask me to kiss you, nicely, and accept the kiss this time. And until you do, I’ll spank you like the naughty girl you are. What’s it gonna be? A kiss now, or a kiss after a good spanking for your sweet little butt?”
Claire needed a moment to fully comprehend what he just said. He was gently caressing her behind with his free hand waiting for her answer, clearly enjoying her discomfort at the intimate touch. He wanted to spank her like some naughty child for refusing to kiss him? Spanking her until she gave in, she knew this was an empty threat. She didn’t want to be spanked or touched by him at all but she knew one thing: He did not want to hurt her body too bad. He didn’t want to mutilate her, inflict lasting injuries, or scar her. She didn’t fully understand why but this was how he operated. So if she resisted him long enough, he’d have to stop before he seriously hurt her.
“I’ll never kiss you willingly, you sick fuck!”
She looked him in the eye and he looked straight back at her. He didn’t say anything. She felt his hand lose contact with her body. Then he put the cushion away that had elevated her ass up to this point. It was no longer needed now that he held her legs himself and lifted her butt from the mattress as he pressed her legs to her chest. His face was calm.
“You chose this.”
Immediately after, she felt his hand slap her ass for the first time. She flinched, not out of pain, it wasn’t a hard slap. Nor was she surprised. And yet, she couldn’t help but flinch at the sensation. Then his hand came down on her butt again, this time hitting the other cheek. He alternated between cheeks, letting her easily predict where he would strike next. It was humiliating.
“Tell me, how did your former virgin self think about sex before tonight? Did you wonder on your way home what it would be like to let that Eugene guy spank you a little?”
She didn’t want to think about Eugene. She liked him, he’d been nice. He had been nervous around her and was clearly interested in her, but his interest had felt genuine. She felt flattered by it. He had asked for help, respected her advice and groaned only a little when she called the analysis lecture a limitless adventure. She was looking forward to seeing him again in his silly Babymetal band shirt that he wore without a hint of shame. She didn’t want to be reminded of him while this monster spanked her, she didn’t want to associate Eugene with what was happening to her right now. The slaps continued in a predictable rhythm. She didn’t answer his question.
“So no fantasies of being a bad girl for Eugene? Fair enough. Maybe you were just too innocent for that. I get that. Here is what I don’t understand about you though.”
She could feel her ass getting warmer as he kept spanking her.
“You are a really clever girl. No, clever doesn’t do you justice. You’re a very intelligent woman.”
A hint of pain started to accompany each new hit on her bare bottom.
“So you must be aware that between 1 in 5 and 1 in 4 women report having been raped or that somebody attempted to rape them.”
The numbers weren’t new to her.
“And then there’s you: Young, pretty, petite, an easy target, running around in an environment where women are so rare that many men consider them mythological creatures whose existence scientists only suspect but can’t proof.”
She was all too aware of the surplus of men in her field. Her ass became ever more sensitive.
“Looking at it from that perspective, don’t you agree it was just a matter of time until some guy decided to plant his dick inside you without asking for your consent?”
An involuntary moan escaped Claire’s lips as the next slap hit her. She closed her eyes, bit down on her lower lip and tried to stay in control of her reactions to his assault.
“So if you getting your cunt stretched against your will was basically inevitable, why didn’t you make sure you had your first time with someone nice and sweet before that?”
Her body started to jolt with every new slap.
“I’m sure that childhood friend of yours would have loved to give you a hand with this. What was his name again? John?”
Jason! She almost corrected him, so angry was she at him for dragging Jason into this now, too. She didn’t want to listen to him anymore. But with her hands cuffed she couldn’t even cover her ears.
“Well, to get to my larger point, I think you… Oh?!”
The last slap had been particularly hard, making her jump. But that wasn’t what surprised either of them. The sudden strong movement and the ripple going through her body made her filled up pussy spill some of the seed he had so meticulously deposited in her over the course of seven rapes. She could feel it flow out of her, making what she knew to be true all along an undeniable reality. She hated every moment of it. But at least it was no longer brewing inside her. She had no doubt though that there was plenty more where this came from.
Her relief over feeling some of his cum leaving her body was short lived. It escaped her vagina and flowed between her butt cheeks. But before it could drop down onto the bed sheet she could feel Mark place his hand below her ass. He let his index and middle flinger scoop up the cum between her ass cheeks and then rammed it back into her leaking cunt. Startled by the surprise assault on her pussy, her eyes flew open and she screamed. Her vagina clamped down hard on his fingers. With his fingers buried in her to the hilt and his thumb playing with her clit he continued to talk.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re leaking, Claire! But damn, that’s the tightness I chose you for!”
He began to finger her slowly. Not for long, just to let her know what his fingers could do. His cock felt like a blunt intrument in comparison. His fingers were probing and prodding, increasing pressure with high precision at specific sensitive spots. She moaned in relief when he pulled his fingers out.
“Your moans do sound nice. You should let me hear them more often.”
He wiped his cum stained fingers on her red hot ass. Then he resumed spanking her.
“Please stop…”
Her voice was small, not really expecting him to listen. She just had to say something.
“In case you forgot, you can make this stop any time. Just ask me to kiss you.”
In between two slaps, she shook her head. The hits on her ass started to genuinely hurt but she could still endure it. She had to endure it. She couldn’t let him win, couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“So where was I before your little mishap? Ah, right, so I was saying: I think you should actually thank me.”
Claire started to cry silent tears. And her cunt started to weep cum again, too. Just as before, he shoved it back into her with his fingers, then resumed spanking her immediately. Only this time, he didn’t let it interrupt his thoughts.
“You know that most women get raped by someone they know, right? Father, uncle, husband, friend, teacher, coach?”
His spanking of her ass was relentless, mostly weak slaps that accumulated their impact over time, only interrupted whenever her pussy tried to expell the excess cum he had filled her with. But he plugged every new leak with his fingers, forcing her to bear what had been amassed over seven rapes inside of her. She experienced the disgust of feeling it trickle out of her over and over again without ever getting rid of it.
“So if you were doomed to get raped anyway and the chance was high that it would be someone you know, don’t you think you’re lucky that it’s me instead?”
She was trying to seek refuge in the ceiling like she had that first time hours ago. But her mind was unable to escape. The slap, the cum leaking and his voice kept her in the moment. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.
“Think about it, if the alternative was your father, John or the Professor you’re working for taking a crack at your hole, don’t you think this here is better? You get raped a bit, sure, but you get to walk home unhurt and all your relationships with important male figures in your life are still intact. Sounds like a bargain to me.”
She couldn’t listen to this anymore. Everything sounded wrong. When he wasn’t talking, all she could hear was the sound of his hand slapping her ass and her own whimpers.
“Shut up! My dad, Professor Robertson or JASON! would never do such a thing!”
Even in this state her mind found the flaw in his reasoning. Even if his premise was true that her getting raped was inevitable, him raping her now wouldn’t make future assaults any less likely. But she didn’t do him the favor of correcting him, to engage with him on his terms.
“You have such a naive view of men, it’s adorable. Do you really think your dad never looked at you and recognized how fuckable you’ve become? You might be right that he’d never do it himself, but I guarantee you he noticed how pretty you are and how easy it would be to just take you.”
She refused to think that her dad ever looked at her like this. She just shook her head as she felt him force his fingers into her cunt overflowing with cum again.
“Are you sure? Did he never say anything wishing you had chosen a field that’s a little more female friendly? I’m sure he was sceptical, knowing how easily you’d become a target among a group of sex starved math nerds. He knew because he imagined himself how little you’d be able to do if he just pinned you down and take what you’re not willing to give freely.”
As a matter of fact, her father had been worried about the surplus of men in her field. But not because he imagined doing anything himself!
“I hate you…”
Her broken, sobbing voice was so small, she couldn’t even tell whether he heard her. If he did, he didn’t seem to care. He kept just spanking her now crimson ass.
“And then there’s John, sorry, I mean Jason, the childhood friend. As if a guy going through puberty never wondered what it would f…”
She couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the humiliation of getting spanked like a little girl, the repeated experience of feeling his cum spill out of her, the unwanted images he kept putting into her head with his words. Not Jason, she didn’t want him to contaminate him, too. Not him.
“O...kay. You can stop.”
He stopped talking. The room was suddenly silent. His hand crashed one last time into her ass, dispelling the silence for a moment. He looked at her expectantly. He returned to gently caressing her butt which was all the more intense for her now that her cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“Well, Claire, you know what to say, right?”
Her breathing was heavy. She knew of course what he wanted to hear. She knew what her saying it would mean.
“You can… kiss me.”
He looked at her, shaking his head. The touch of his hand on her butt got firmer. She breathed a trembling sigh in preparation for the next words.
“Please, kiss me.”
She felt his hand relax, reverting to the softness of his earlier touch. He nodded at her. He lowered the legs he had pressed against her chest while he spanked her back onto the mattress. Then they just stared at each other, Claire with dreadful anticipation for what was to come, and Mark with an expression on his face that appeared to expect something from her but she didn’t know what.
“What are you waiting for?”
She knew that what he was about to say would be cruel when his lips twitched into a smile despite his best efforts to appear stone cold.
“Spread your legs.”
Her eyes widened.
“What? Why?! This isn’t what we… No!”
Instinctively, she tried to distance herself from him but he quickly got a hold of her legs again, not letting her escape even an inch.
“Come on, you didn’t really think we were talking about a quick peck on the lips here, right? I was balls deep inside you ready to blow my load when you bit me. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen during our kiss. You know I’m a romantic at heart.”
His hand crept up her legs, but his touch wasn’t forceful. He was waiting for her to open her legs on her own for him.
“Please don’t make me do that, please, I’m begging you!”
He shrugged his shoulders in response.
“Your choice. Your ass does look pretty red but it will be able to take some more before we’re doing any real damage.”
He was about to grab her by her ankles again.
“No, no, no! Please, no more! I… I’ll do it! Just get it over with.”
Her entire body was shaking, scared of what she was about to do on her own. Her mind was overriding every instinct of her body. Her trembling legs slowly parted under his watchful eyes, granting him access to what up to this point he had to take with physical force. He positioned himself between her legs. And then she saw it.
He was hard, truly hard. Not semi-erect, not kept barely hard enough for penetration by constant stimulation, just hard from the excitement that spanking and breaking her had brought him. She gulped, feeling more afraid of his cock than she had in hours. He began rubbing the head over her labia. She fought the instinct to close her legs again, even if trying to do so would fail anyway.
“I will fuck you now until I’m ready to come again. And all the while, you will look me in the eye. And the moment I come, I will kiss you. No biting this time. Understood?”
She heard what he said but her mind was occupied with the feeling of his cock parting her lips over and over again, reminding her of those dreadful minutes before midnight. When she didn’t respond with her eyes transfixed on his cock she heard him snap his fingers once. That made her look at his face.
“I will fuck you, maintain eye contact, come inside you and kiss you while doing so, no biting. Understood?”
She nodded, barely, but noticeable enough for him to register. He released her wrists from the cuffs. For the first time since she woke up in this room, she was seemingly unchained. Then he began to push into her. He looked between her legs where their genitalia were connected and she followed his gaze. She could see it disappear inside of her, gradually, deliberately slow. His cock sank into her, between the legs she had opened for him and she saw her body take it, the full length, without protest, while she could feel how his hardness stretched her. When it had disappeared out of sight completely, she failed to comprehend how this could be her reality. Then he lay down on top of her, started thrusting, silent for once, maintaining eye contact as he had promised and demanded.
He didn’t fuck her fast. She knew he was savoring her. He didn’t speak, didn’t taunt her. She didn’t scream, didn’t protest what was happening. She felt him inside her, noticed the absence of pain, of any physical discomfort besides the exhaustion she felt constantly. His cock had become an unwelcome but familiar guest. He was pacing himself but she was sure that it wouldn’t take him that long.
It was the choreography of tender sex. Wordless eye contact, faces breathing on each other, long and slow strokes into her lap. Both her legs and arms were free, but there was no tension in any of them. Her legs were parted wide, granting him easy access and her arms rested lifeless next to her body. There was nothing either of these limbs could do to prevent him from finishing what he had planned. The deafening calm dialed the unbearable intimacy of the moment up to 11.
She noticed the quickening of his breath. Beneath his composed exterior he was getting close. She had learned the signs and with nothing distracting her she noticed them even more. His cock grew just a little more, the hand gently stroking her hair felt a bit more frantic. His face inched closer to hers, the breath on her face felt warmer. Her body was shaking, she was close to hyperventilating. And all the while did the eyes holding her gaze not even look cruel.
The moment it happened was almost unspectacular. An involuntary moan escaped his mouth when his body passed the point of no return. She felt his lips connect with hers at the same time his cock started dumping his eigth load of cum into her unwilling yet compliant body. He wasn’t forcefully sucking on her face but gently opening her mouth with his own. He grunted in satisfaction when the second spurt filled her. She could only endure it, wait for it to be over. His tongue moved over her teeth, letting her know how easy it would be for her to bite him again, reminding her that she was choosing not to do so. His orgasm was as subdued as the careful exploration of her mouth. Not a violent explosion of unconstrained lust battering her cunt but a resting cock gently pouring his semen into her like an elegant waiter pouring a fine wine into a fancy glass.
Then she realized: This was all she was. A receptacle for his cum, a precious, a treasured one in his eyes, but also no more than that. She clung desperately to her personhood but the empirical evidence of her reality was undeniable: In this moment, she was a cum receptacle.
Mark stopped kissing her and let his head rest next to hers for a moment. A long, satisfied sigh accompanied the feeling of his cock growing soft quickly and slipping out of her. It was a good orgasm, much better than he ever expected the eigth one of the day to be. He lifted himself off her petite body, ready to check on her condition.
Lifeless, that was the word that described her current state the best. Her eyes were open but vacant, her breathing calm. She took no notice of his exploring gaze on her naked body. Her limbs just rested on the mattress with not a even a hint of tension in them. She didn’t even bother to close her legs. It looked almost like an invitation to him. Her ass was still glowing red from the spanking she had received. He couldn’t help but marvel that the rape of Claire might have been his finest work yet.
But what elated him the most was the view between her legs. Her pussy was open, that immaculate slit finally gone. And with neither his fingers nor his cock plugging her fun hole and the pillow no longer elevating her butt, the accumulated cum finally poured out of her. A broken girl violated from head to toe, an endless river of semen pouring from her abused cunt, and no reaction from her indicating any objection to the sensation that most certainly disgusted her to the core of her being. He tenderly patted the cum crying pussy.
“Good girl.”
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This was one of those chapters that started to become hard to write. Not as much as chapter 5 at the time, but to dial up the cruelty like this and escalate his taunts into this deeply personal territory was revolting. And very hot..
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Re: Record Chaser - New Chapter!
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The long wait was truly worth it. In my opinion, this is the best chapter of the story.
Even if it treats the act of repeated rape rather incidentally. The dialogue and Mark's thoughts are much more interesting.
And what a humiliation for Claire to let him kiss her while he stares into her eyes and fucks her. In my opinion, a moment like that cannot be surpassed, no matter how cruel the rape.
The long wait was truly worth it. In my opinion, this is the best chapter of the story.
Even if it treats the act of repeated rape rather incidentally. The dialogue and Mark's thoughts are much more interesting.
And what a humiliation for Claire to let him kiss her while he stares into her eyes and fucks her. In my opinion, a moment like that cannot be surpassed, no matter how cruel the rape.