slut-solutions: “This is your lucky day, bitch!” he snarled at me. He sounded like he wa
slut-solutions: “This is your lucky day, bitch!” he snarled at me. He sounded like he was part animal, like he was acting on instinct and I was his prey. He had hunted me down after our chance encounter online. I thought that I was safe in my little apartment, but he had tracked my IP address and he had found my exact location. “Please! Please!” I screamed as he tied me down to my own bed. He had already pulled my clothes off piece by piece. He wore all black and his face was covered with a black ski mask. His voice was deep and gravely but I didn’t know who he was at first. I began to mentally scroll through the list of potential stalkers in my life. I was a pretty girl and there were plenty of guys who relentlessly pursued me. “I can’t wait to fuck this slut pussy!” he growled and I could see only his eyes as he looked down on me. He had tied my arms apart and to the headboard of my bed. My legs were still free and I kicked at him, trying to nail him in the balls. Unfortunately, he was much stronger than me and he had my legs bound and tied apart before I got in any blows. My pussy was open and I could feel the cool air on it as he chuckled to himself, like he was amused with his handiwork. “Please. Please don’t rape me! Please! Someone! Help me!” I screamed, but I knew no one could hear me. The walls were nice and insulated. It had been a nice selling point when I had moved in. I enjoyed being able to sing in the shower at the top of my lungs or to scream wildly during sex without the worry of my neighbors judging me. Now, I knew I was completely screwed as I saw my rapist pull his cock from his black jeans. It was large and thick. It scared me. “No one is going to save you from this big cock, you little slut. This is your lucky fucking day!” “Who are you?” I screamed. “Wait. You mean, you don’t know?” He seemed perplexed by this, unable to comprehend that he was not the only relentless stalker type in my life. I seemed to attract the crazies and the stalkers and I never understood why. I tried to tell them to leave me alone, but no matter what I did, they always kept coming at me. He was just another one of them, but he was different. He had actually found my apartment and broken in. He was about to rape me. I screamed over and over again as loudly as I possibly could. “Fire! Fire! There’s a fire! Call the police! Help! Fire!” I screamed, knowing no one would call the cops if they thought I was being raped. People didn’t like getting involved if someone was being raped, but if there was a fire maybe they would call the cops. I wasn’t planning on his response. He smacked me hard across the face once, then twice, then three times. My head whipped to my right, then my left and then my right again. The pain shocked me, but not as much as his hand wrapping around my neck. He choked me as he pushed his bare cock into my pussy. “No! Use a condom! Please! Fire! Help!” I screamed, but it was no use. He was going to do what he wanted. He was going to use me and there was nothing that I could do about it. Tears were streaming freely down my face and I could feel something inside of me snap. I began to scream more loudly as his cock punched into my cervix repeatedly. The pain was intense but it was offset by the way his hand was cutting off my air supply. His entire body weight rested on my neck, and his cock was working my pussy hard and fast. I could feel my eyes bulging out and I realized that this might be it. This might be the way that I died. “No one cares what you want. You’re just a fucktoy for my cock. Aren’t you slut? Remember when we talked online and you told me you liked to fuck? Huh? You remember that? Well, here we are and it doesn’t seem like you are half the slut that you said you were. If you were, then you would like this more. You would want my cock in you, wouldn’t you, slut?” I thought back through the past several months and suddenly it clicked. I remembered the conversation. I remembered his screen name: “Your Lucky Day.” “Oh my God! It’s you!” I squeaked out, despite his grip on my neck. “Oh, now you remember, you stupid cunt!” He slapped me a few more times before he really fucked me. He focused his eyes on mine and I could feel him staring into my soul. “Don’t be afraid to cum. We both know you like being raped. Don’t we? Remember what you told me?” I did remember and I had thought that it was just online flirting. I really didn’t think he would show up at my apartment to rape me. I thought it was just another boring online encounter that I was using to fill my time. “Yes…” “That’s right slut. You said, ‘Cum rape me. I dare you.’ Do you remember that too, slut?” “Yes.” I did remember. I remembered it clearly and yet I hadn’t meant what I said. I had said it in the context of online roleplay, but now I realized that this sick, twisted fuck had taken me seriously. “I tracked your IP address and I found out exactly who you are, what you do, and I made sure that I followed through on my promise to rape the shit out of you. So why aren’t you cumming on my cock?” He shook me by the neck and I felt a surge of adrenaline as his cock got even harder inside of me. The truth was, I had always gotten off on the idea of being raped, but I’d never actually been raped. Now that it was happening I realized that I never should have joked around about something so serious. Now he was pounding my pussy like I was nothing to him and I could feel my pussy responding. I didn’t know if it was possible to cum on his cock, but I let myself go. I let myself try. He was right. I had talked a big game, but now, at the moment I was paralyzed with fear. “I don’t know,” I answered him. “Cum, you piece of trash. I’m just using your holes to get off in. You mean nothing to me. This is your lucky day, bitch!” He screamed these words and as they sunk in, my pussy finally succumbed to his thrusts and began its hopeless spasms. I was helpless to stop myself from the giant orgasm his raping was bringing out in me. He let go of my neck and I could hear my own screams of pleasure as I came for him. “That’s a good rape slut! That’s a good girl. Cum for your rapist!” I screamed my head off, but he wasn’t finished. He pulled his cock from my pussy and shoved it into my ass. The anal was rough and exactly the way you would think an anal raping should be. He reached down and rubbed my clit for me as I screamed. I could feel my pussy release as I squirted all over his stomach. It was rare that I squirted, but my pussy had chosen now to erupt like a geyser. “I knew you liked this, you fucking whore! I knew you were the kind of girl who liked to be raped! You told me so yourself didn’t you? Didn’t you?” I didn’t answer because I was still busy cumming. My orgasm just seemed to keep going and I knew he was going to cum, but I wasn’t prepared for what he did next. He pulled his cock from my ass and shoved it back into my pussy. “Hey!” I screamed but his eyes were closed as he focused on his own orgasm. He put his hand right on top of my face, covering it. “I don’t want to look at you while I fill you with my cum!” he said with a snarl. I felt so insignificant as he emptied his cock into me. “I hope you get pregnant with my rape baby!” he screamed at me when he was done. He climbed off of me and suddenly I was crying again, my tears streaking down my face and my chest heaving with sobs. “You’re so fucking pathetic. Honestly, if I knew what a shitty rape victim you are I wouldn’t have bothered. I did this for you, you slut. This is your lucky day!” “Please untie me!” I begged him. “Fuck you, cunt. You’re going to stay tied up until I cum a few more times. You’re going to be good for a few more fucks. Aren’t you, you little rape slut?” “No! Please!” “You know, you really shouldn’t say things online you don’t mean,” he chided me. “I’m sorry. I made a mistake!” “You sure fucking did. You made a big mistake. Now you get to pay in pussy.” He left the room and I heard him going through my bathroom. I stared up at the ceiling and sent a prayer up to God. Maybe God would save me. Maybe he would get me out of this. I wasn’t sure what “Your Lucky Day” was capable of, but I was terrified that he was more than just a rapist. I was terrified that he was going to do much worse than rape me, and there I was all tied up and helpless to stop him. gif by daddys-littlesluts.tumblr.com -- source link