“You think I’m stupid, don’t you?”
Well, in a way, sure, he thought. There were many ways to be stupid in this world and she just might have found a new one. But he couldn’t say that to her face.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Self-Defence
Author: @Claire
My stories: Claire's Cesspool of Sin
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I orginally posted this story back on RavishU as a tribute to another author who had been very welcoming to me when I first registered there. I didn't want to depict him as a generic evil rapist in his tribute story and so I came up with a scenario that leans more on the less serious, comedic side. I removed all direct references to him and will now repost this story here. It's far from being my best work, but it made me chuckle a few times rereading it after I hadn't looked at it for almost a year.
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Self-Defence
Chapter 1
Work was over and he could have driven home immediately if he wanted to. But there was this nice cafe just next to the place where he worked. He often worked the night shift and it just so happened that the cafe would open when he finished work in the early morning. Usually, he went there once or twice a week to relax for half an hour or so before he went home. But over the course of the last month, he had been there almost every work day. The reason was her.
He liked being the first customer of the day. Most often he was alone at the place and it was quiet. He would sit down, drink a cup of coffee and log into the RavishU forum. He did the same thing today, just looking whether there were any new stories. Claire had posted a new story. He didn’t have the time to read it all right now, her stories were just too long for that. But he would skim through it.
“I see… cryptic misleading title, lengthy descriptions of character’s thoughts, a novel length buildup before anything happens, a thousand words to paint a picture for two seconds of penetration and a surprisingly friendly rapist, yep, typical Claire.”
He liked her, but man, she needed to branch out! What else was new? Crazycris54 had posted part 11 of his ‘Blackmailed step daughter’ series.
“I really like his stories. But why can’t he post all parts of his story in one thread like everybody else?”
He was about to look whether there was anything new in the German section of the forum, when she brought him his coffee.
“Here, your coffee.”
She was his newest obsession. A petite woman, 18, 19, maybe 20 years old, short black hair, pale skin, freckles, wearing a blue strapless top and hot pants today, nice perky ass, but no tits to speak of. The cuteness of a girl blessed with only a hint of adult femininity. Not his type of woman in his real life, but he liked her type for his stories. However, he wasn’t obsessed with her because he wanted to do anything with her in real life. He wasn’t even obsessing over her as one of the victim’s of his stories. He was obsessing over the fact that she should inspire him to write some new stories, but she simply didn’t. He had decided that he would come back to this place until he could come up with some scenario involving this girl. That was nearly a month ago. Instead of being a well of inspiration for him, he was suffering from writer’s block!
Sure, he could write some generic story involving a fictionalized version of her. Evil rapist captures frail, delicate girl and steals her virginity, a tragic tale of innocence lost, bla bla bla. If some new writer in the forum wanted to write something like that, he would support it, probably even enjoy reading it. But after having written so many stories himself, this type of story just wasn’t doing it for him anymore.
The girl sat down at the table instead of returning to the counter. They were alone, no other customers in sight. She had started to do that on most days he was here. Normally, he would have to get his coffee at the counter, but after having reached the ripe age of 60 recently, he was apparently old enough now that sweet young women started to treat him like some nice older man.
“What are you looking at?”
He could hardly tell her the truth that he was browsing a rape fantasy forum while thinking about how he could use her in one of his stories.
“Nothing really, just the news.”
He put the phone in his pocket. He didn’t want to be rude to the girl.
“So, Caroline, I was wondering, why are you always working the early shift? When I was your age, I was getting home from parties this early in the morning.”
He took a sip of his coffee. He was just going for some small talk. Maybe she would say something that would finally give him an idea for his next story.
“Would you believe me if I told you that I like to work early because it’s my only chance to see my favorite customer?”
She showed him her cutest smile. He almost choked on his coffee. What the fuck?
“Just kidding, I just like to get a shift in before my classes start, that’s all.”
That made more sense. He smiled back at her. She was sweet, a little weird, but sweet.
“By the way, I’ve seen you with this shirt multiple times now. What does that stand for?”
She pointed at the letters on his chest. He was wearing his favorite t-shirt that his girlfriend had gotten him. It was a simple black shirt, but there were three large colorful letters printed on it. A pale blue or cyan R, a yellow-greenish U and a pink A. RUA, RavishU Acolyte, the user name that he went by these days. He had written so many rape fantasies under this pseudonym online that he wondered whether he would ever run into someone who would recognize him by his shirt. It was very reminiscent of his avatar in the forum. So far, this hadn’t happened, or if somebody did recognize him, they hadn’t brought it up.
“Oh, this? It’s just a shirt my girlfriend got me. I don’t think it means anything.”
He felt that she wanted to say something, but then another customer entered the cafe. She got up from the table to do her job. He looked after her. Seeing a small girl like her, he could think only one thing. It would be so easy. Raping her, he meant. She was smaller and weaker than him and he outweighed her by god knows how many pounds. Even without some elaborate plan, he could easily pin down both her arms with just one hand and then ravage her youthful body. He liked to fantasize like this. But he’d never do it, for two reasons.
First, his sense of morality. Fantasies are just that, fantasies. Actually hurting someone was something else and it didn’t bring him any satisfaction. And second, he had a weakness that would make him a terrible real rapist: A woman’s tears. Being affected by tears wasn’t a bad thing, nothing wrong with a little empathy, but he was easy to manipulate if he saw a woman cry. He was all too aware of that. How would he ever be able to really rape a woman if he couldn’t see her crying? But still, the mental image of her squirming underneath his body while he snuggled his cock into her wet virgin hole was something he enjoyed very much.
When he finished his coffee, he got up from the table and was ready to go to his car. Before he could leave, Caroline came running to him.
“Here, for you, for your way home!”
She handed him another cup of coffee.
“Uhm, I didn’t order this?”
He was a little confused.
“It’s on me.”
She beamed at him. What was wrong with this girl? She couldn’t be seriously hitting on him, could she?
“Just kidding, the manager told me to be nice to our regulars.”
He cautiously took the coffee. This was weird, but who was he to say no to free coffee.
“Thanks…”
Caroline gave him a cute wave goodbye and then walked away. He checked out her cute little ass and left the cafe shaking his head. It would be so easy, he thought. If only he knew how wrong he was.
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