Author's Note: This is a lighthearted rape fantasy, as much as such exists! Obviously, it contains a lot of non-consent & reluctant sex, with enjoyment by the victim. In addition to physical roughness, there is also a lot of anal, rimming, ass to mouth, toys, bondage, verbal degradation, humiliation, and some other stuff I missed. Please don't read if you are easily offended by any of this.
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"Yasmin! Oh my God!"
I hadn't seen Yasmin in years before stumbling into her at a café on Rodeo Drive that afternoon, but she was as unmistakable as ever. Decked head-to-toe in designer clothes with a Prada tote resting on her table, she had to lower her oversized Gucci sunglasses to confirm my identity.
"Oh, Hey! Anna, what's up my bitch!" Yasmin answered. She rose up to give me kisses on both cheeks and an enthusiastic hug. Her makeup was subtle and perfect, and her hair was lustrous and wavy. I felt tawdry, conscious suddenly that I'd dressed casually for what was supposed to be a quick errand rather than an extended shopping outing. "Sit! Let's catch up before I have to leave."
I felt a little surge of pride that she remembered me. We'd been in the same circle of friends in college, but not the tightest ourselves. Yasmin had been a force on campus, beautifully exotic from her half-Persian heritage, and also unrepentantly wealthy, wearing Versace and Dolce and Gabbana clothing on campus and driving a Maserati her senior year. Her personality was even more outsized; she was brash, confident, and full of restless energy. Behind her back, we called her the missing Kardashian sister. She'd been our Queen Bee, and it was good to see her looking as hot and dazzling as I'd remembered her.
We caught up briefly, my own job working in a big studio as a junior exec was going fine, but I was still in the "pay your dues" period of my entertainment career. I wasn't dating anyone right now, and had seen a bunch of the old crew around L.A. at times. My usual boring life.
I was more interested in what Yasmin was doing. I'd heard all kinds of rumors about her being involved in the adult entertainment industry. Such news would be salacious gossip for anyone else I knew, except for her. She'd been a sexual force in college as well as a social force. I'd never met a more liberated woman and she had been shameless about flaunting her body in skimpy outfits and pursuing any man she wanted aggressively.
I was jealous of her in so many ways, but her sexual confidence was what I most admired. I had too much guilt from a conservative and religious upbringing to do more than fantasize about the freedom she'd displayed in college.
"Funny you should ask, I'd been producing some female directed adult films, you know sex-positive porn for women by women?" Yasmin said, as if was the most normal job in the world. "But, I just launched a new business!"
"Really, in the, uhm... adult space?" It was hard for me to even say porn!
"Sort of, it's more of a dating app. I describe it as a Tinder for consensual non-consensual sex," Yasmin said proudly.
"For... uhh... what?" I asked, not getting what she meant at all.
"For rape fantasies," Yasmin said matter-of-factly. "You know, find a hot guy who will come to your house, break in, throw you down, have his way with you as rough as you desire, and then leave. That kind of stuff. And much more creative scenarios, depending on what you work out with your partner."
"Wait, a Tinder for RAPISTS!?" I cried out, horrified. I aspired to be a sex-positive feminist, but this was too much. I lowered my voice as I realized people were staring, and continued. "Yasmin, that is awful! Those people are SICK! This will just enable—"
"Easy girl, we took that human sexuality class together, remember?" Yasmin said, grabbing my hand to calm me down. That class, nicknamed "fapping for credit", was infamous and featured guest speakers from the adult industry, erotic writers, and sex workers. We even had to watch porn for homework at times! "You know that rape fantasies, or non-consent fantasies, are the most common types for women. You even wrote your final paper on the topic!"
I blushed, but was also surprised that she remembered my paper. That class had been one of the few we'd had together and I had enjoyed discussing the materials with her in sometimes vivid detail. I'd never really talked about sex with anyone before and some of our conversations about things she'd done, or fantasized about, had been incredibly arousing. The course had been life changing and eye opening for me. I'd bought a vibrator in the middle of the term and started regularly masturbating, including watching porn, for the first time in my life! My boyfriend at the time was the lucky beneficiary of a crazy surge in my libido coupled with newfound curiosity about a whole bunch of kinks.
"Yes, but my paper was about how those fantasies are caused by women having their sexuality repressed by societal norms, such as slut shaming. Society doesn't permit us to be horny and desire sex like men, so we subconsciously turn our sexual urges into rape fantasies, in which we are forced or coerced to get what we desire. And then of course, we feel guilty that we are turned on by such a taboo fantasy, which starts a vicious cycle that makes me... I mean, us... more aroused at being some kinky slut that enjoys being raped. And so on, etc.," I said, gathering steam as that paper, which I got an "A" on, thank you, came roaring back to me. I was getting a little flustered by the end of my speech with all the rape talk. "Anyway, none of us want to be raped for real, or even play raped, by total strangers! That isn't safe or healthy!"
"Sweetie, women have these fantasies, among a million others. Safe exploration of fantasies is healthy! Anyway, you know an awful lot about this topic, it seems," said Yasmin, eying me shrewdly. "Will you take a look at the app for me and let me know what you think, since you have such a... personal... interest?"
"I don't have an interest... personal or otherwise... I just wrote that one paper! Anyway, no normal woman is going to sign up for this service. Sorry, I just don't think it will work!"
"You say that, but I beta launched last year and the numbers are off the charts. Thousands of women are using it. My customers love it, in fact, and once they schedule a date, their usage just gets higher. Do you think, maybe, you are kink shaming a little bit right now?" Yasmin said, giving me an accusing look. I blanched and began to protest the accusation, but she started gathering up her stuff and continued blithely. "We're in three cities and I'm planning on rolling it out to twelve more next year. We have to do a lot of seeding before we launch a market. I should explain, every 'rapist' is background screened for a criminal record and we have a very robust review system that weeds out the bad guys quickly. The app even tracks your location when a date is set up, for extra safety."
