qourn said: Can you write a story about a woman being tied up and having a man rip orgasms out of her until she passes out? I enjoy reading vibrator and pussy licking stories as well as fingering.
*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. This one is more hardcore BDSM than it is rape fantasy.
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I knew I was in trouble the moment I saw Joey looking at me. He was staring at me from the corner of the club and I could see his sneer as I passed by him. I noticed the chills I got as his eyes met mine. I could see my destiny in his eyes and I was drawn to him in a way that I had never been drawn to another person. I couldn't help myself as I looked over my shoulder, only to see his eyes still on me, following every movement.
No matter where I went in the club, he followed me. It wasn't my first visit to a sex club, and it wouldn't be my last. I was a frequent visitor but this was the first time I had seen him there. I let him approach me and I could feel my heart pounding as he drew closer. He was relatively tall, but not too tall. He had a strong, sturdy physique as well but it wasn't his looks that had me interested. I could feel the sadism dripping off of him, brooding behind his dark eyes. I wanted to be a part of his darkness and so I gave him the look of longing that I knew he would understand.
"Want to play with me, little girl?" he asked me in a gentle voice. I liked that he had taken the liberty of calling me a little girl. I was young, usually the youngest at these gatherings. I was one of the only girls my age that knew what a fucked up kinkster she was. I had admitted it to myself and I was ready to take the next step.
"Yes, I do. Where should we go?"
"Come with me," he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the club until we reached a room I had never had the guts to play in. It was a bondage room, filled with bondage furniture and equipment. There was a St. Andrew's cross in one corner and a variety of sex benches throughout the room. There was equipment for suspension and a large, gray trunk that looked big enough to fit a body inside of it.
I'd been in the room before but as a spectator. There were rows of benches for bystanders to sit and watch as women were tortured by their dominants. I began to take off the tiny dress that I was wearing, revealing that I was naked underneath. There wasn't anyone watching. We were alone in the room and I allowed him to grab me and pull me to him. He smelled me first, like a dog would, sniffing my neck and my hair.
"You smell like honeysuckle," he told me.
"Thank you?" I wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm Joey," he reached his hand out toward mine.
"I'm Melodie." I shook his hand.
"I like how you got naked without being asked. That earned you a few credits. You'll need those."
"Credits?"
