From Your "secret Admirer"

Keep saying no, keep trying to let out muffled screams in desperation. No one's coming to save you. Your roommate knows I'm here, she said as long as I keep your ass quiet I'm free to do as I please.

Look at you, squirming and crying as I plunge my cock inside of you. Every thrust filled with burning passion and fiery lust. We both know we've both been wanting this. Your free use hole tightening around my rapecock, begging for more and more violent pleasure.

And victims always say they don't like it, but yet here we are, your pussy throbbing, dripping wet, your moans getting louder and louder as I plant my seed inside of you... you're mine now. Always have been. And I can't wait to come back whenever I please.

And come back I did.

3 days pass by, you head out for your routine walk, giving me about an hour before you get back home. I come knock on the front door, letting your roommate know I wanna leave you some more surprises. I tell her to leave the house about 5 minutes before you'd get home and leave the door opened, get your heart pumping from the get go.

As I head up to your room, wow, what a beautiful sight to behold now that there's light. The posters, the stuffed animals, the hangings from the ceilings... makes me feel a little bad. Nonetheless, I get started. Cracking open your window to look like a break-in, drawers opened up and clothes thrown askew, bedding messed up. I grab a handful of socks and panties and take a whiff... ah, just as fresh as you are, my beloved.

I take them into your closet, and wait patiently for your return. Pleasing myself with your underwear in the mean time, the assortment of materials turns them into nice rags imbued with my cum. I hear the car door slam shut, meaning you must be getting back home soon. My heart pounding with excitement for what's in store for you.

Your voice echoes, calling out for your roommate... "Sarah? Hello?" Your heart trembling and voice cracking with a bit of fear... the uncertainty of the situation begins pumping adrenaline through your system as you begin walking up stairs towards your room. Your door slightly ajar, you can feel the breeze of the outdoors seeping through the crack.

You push the door open aaaaand. Nothing. Room's a bit of a mess but nothing else seems offputting. Your mind immediately thinks that your house got broken into and they left out your window but, why is Sarah gone then? She must've left on her own unless, the robber forced her into the car? Whether she's safe or not, you decide to give her a call. Surprised, she answers. Saying she heard the break in originate from your room and she decided to call 911 and get out of the house and that she's in the police station, waiting for things to resolve. You tell her what your room looks like and jokingly gasps in shock to comfort you, not that you'd be able to pick that up.

As you begin sorting up your room back to order, you notice the only thing normal is your closet. Gulping and grabbing the courage, you step forward, swinging open your closet door and immediately get pinned to the floor. Kicking and screaming, trying to get out a yell as the used panties are shoved into your mouth. I press my finger to my lips, telling you to shut up.

Every ounce of strength being used to force me off of you but it's no use. No matter how hard you struggle, you lie there, helpless and vulnerable. Your previous rapist sitting over you, giggling and smiling at how hopeless and cute you look. The terror in your eyes, the flashback of a few nights ago being replayed in your pathetic mutt brain.

Knee against your cunt, I begin kissing at your neck, marking you up, licking every bit of my property. You taste so precious darling. So much better than last time. Your disgusted groans of pleasure that fight every instinct based on what's happening begin to make their appearance. You can't HELP but enjoy this. This is how it was always meant to be between us. You underneath me, crying, scared, ashamed. Your body says otherwise though. Happiness, excitement, joy? Maybe you're just a bit of a closet freak who needed some handholding to what she really desired. Being used as a toy, a pathetic little cockslave to the man who raped you. My most prized possession.

I rip off your shorts, cunt already dripping, your head turning away in embarassment. I redirect you too look at me, "Eyes here girly. It'll make it go faster. Plus it's a sign of respect." More tears begin flowing out, unable to change anything, just like last time. I slowly begin teasing your clit why my middle finger, rubbing it up and down as I begin inching toward you. Taking the underwear out of your mouth, I whip out my filthy cock and maneuver it along your lips. "Open. Now." You hesitate and spit up at me. "Now, now, that just won't do, will it?"

Both hands used to open up mouth as I jam my cock down your throat, all the way to the base. "Don't bite or I'll blow your fucking brains out, on the spot." Reluctant, you begin rocking your head back and forth, stroking my dick with your tongue and mouth, drool seeping out the sides of your stretched mouth. "See, it's not so bad." You roll your eyes...

A few minutes pass, your constant gagging and teary eyed head game put me on the edge of climaxing. I pull out and jam it into your pussy. You yelp out in pain and start bursting into tears as the imminent entrance makes me blow out a stream of cum, constantly giving aggressive thrusts to make sure you take it all like a good girl. As I finish emptying myself, I roll you over on your stomach, lean over and whisper into your ears "time for round 2 love" as you feel this sharp pain from your ass shoot up through your entire body. The pure shock sending you to tearful moans of pleasure. "S-s-sir, please, no."

"That's not how this works sweetie. I told you last time. You. Are. Mine." Each pause given with a violent bump against your ass. "And I will do what I please to your whore body as long as it makes me happy." Hands against your hips, grabbing you firmly, almost squeezing the life from your stomach area. Minutes pass with a constant back and forth between wanting to put up a fight or just lying down like a good pillow princess and just waiting for me to be done.

As I wrap things up with you, I hold you close and congratulate you for being so cooperative and making my job a but easier. "Make sure to tell Sarah she has my thanks. She's a real good friend so try to keep her around will ya? Until next time, my favorite victim."