u/bluJaybirdstonedonut

I fantasize about being raped again a lot… so I’m writing fictional fantasy rape scenes.
If anyone wants to read any, let me know :)
Does anyone else like reading/writing like this?

I was new to the neighborhood. Just buying my first house at 21 was a huge accomplishment for me… with help from my late grandma’s will, of course.
The neighborhood was quaint; cute houses, nice people. I was excited to meet my neighbors, so I threw a welcome party. Not like the college parties I still attended. A little more vanilla. But nice.
I had met so many people, served a lot of drinks and was going to run out of food before the party ended. Things were going great.
That’s when he walked in.
Tall, tan, black wavy locks, piercing green eyes. The man could have been a model. I think he caught me staring at him because he smiled a devilish, sly smile and walked up to me. Extending his arm, I took his outstretched hand.
“I’m Devon.”
“Maddy” I couldn’t help but squeak. Did he notice my face getting red?
“Nice party. It’s great of you to host everyone like this.” He gestured to the open floorplan of people and conversation.
“It’s a great way to meet the neighbors.” I smiled at him.
He seemed to understand I was talking about him. Running a hand through his hair, he opened his mouth to speak, but a voice calling his name cut him short. An apparent buddy of his came over and starting chatting with him.
The moment was over.
I went back to spreading crackers out on trays, refilling glasses, and adjusted the volume on my playlist that bubbled out of Bluetooth speakers around the house.  I kept stealing glances Devon’s way. Shit, he was good looking. The party was in full swing and moving along wonderfully. It was a good time to excuse myself to check my makeup. Had to look good for this hunk in my living room.
I closed my bedroom door behind me and slipped into the bathroom. I reapplied lipstick and checked my outfit.
I flipped my head to add volume to my hair and came up too fast. Losing my balance and about to crash to the floor, a pair of strong hands caught me. I don’t know what I was more surprised about; almost falling, or someone catching me in my bathroom. I looked up quickly after regaining my balance.
It was Devon.
A smile spread ear-to-ear across my face, but quickly faded when I saw the look on his face. No longer lively and smiling, his expression had turned serious, grave… dark. He was still holding my arms when I took a step back.
He stepped with me.
I shifted my weight to the side. He did the same.
I tried to giggle about it. He was being funny, right? He must have been trying to be funny. I moved to step past him and exit the bathroom, but he did not let me pass.
I tried to free my wrists from his grip, but I may as well have been in shackles.
Slowly, a maniacal looking grin stretching over his chiseled face.
My heart fluttered. What was happening here?
I started to feel my arms being pushed. Pushed down so the backs of my hands rested against my shoulders. When they could go any lower, he continued to push, making my knees bend.
“What the hell are you…” I was cut off when I felt his body ram into mine, pinning me to the wall. My knees gave out and I tumbled to the floor.
In an instant he was on top of me. I tried shouting but I knew no one was going to hear me in my bathroom, inside my bedroom, with a closed door and speakers in the house playing music. I attempted to fight him, but who was I kidding? The man was huge compared to my frame. Like a bolt of lightning, my arms were above my head, his hands plastering them to the ground. I kicked and squirmed, but it was no use.
Straddling me, his smile only grew. “Now, are you going to enjoy yourself or make this harder than it needs to be?”
I spat in his face.
A deep chuckle escaped his mouth. “Perfect”
Suddenly, white hot pain shot across my face. I blinked, seeing stars. He had slapped me.
He laughed louder and slapped me again.
Tears began to well in my eyes.
He was thoroughly enjoying this!
I lay there, stunned.
That’s when he went crazy. Like a rabid animal, he tugged and tore and my shorts. Ripped my tank top and bra clean off. The tile was freezing under my bare skin. I tried to cover myself up but he slapped my hands away from my body.
He whistled. “I knew you’d have a bare pussy on that rack.”
Cold tile dug into my back and ass cheeks. I started shaking from a combination of fear and the chill of the hard floor.
“Please, please just stop. Let me go!”
In response to my begging, Devon unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and let his jeans drop down. Still straddling me, I had an upward view of his crotch. He flipped down his boxers and I gasped. The biggest cock I had ever seen seemed to flood the space between us. There was no way I could take that!
My reaction made his head snap back in a bellowing laugh.
In a dire attempt to escape my fate, I sat up and tried to wiggle away from him. In one motion, Devon pushed my shoulders and I was flung back to the floor, knocking the breath right out of me. The next thing I knew, he had grabbed a lotion bottle off my counter and was teasing my legs open. Slipping his knee between my thighs, I opened up quite easily. He proceeds to squirt lotion on my pussy and rub it in with his think fingers. As if by a stroke of sudden genius, Devon plunges the bottle into me. My back involuntarily arches, the bluntness stings! He continues to ram me with the bottle until he’s had his fill of his own joke.
“Just something to warm you up.”
Already sore, he spreads me even more, picking up my hips and swinging my legs over his shoulders.
Then I feel it. The hard, wet tip slid past my entrance. Then the stretching. I begged him to stop, I didn’t think I could stretch any farther, but he just kept going, going, until his whole giant shaft is balls deep in my cunt. I feel as though I can hardly breathe, I’m so full.
Without warning he starts thrusting with the speed and velocity of a race car.
My head bobbles and flops against the side of the bathtub. I feel like a puppet with no control over my limbs. My pussy throbs, it feels like it’s on fire. I can’t even formulate words.
Devon keeps fucking me for what feels like forever. Will my guests think I left? Will I even be able to walk after this?
Finally, he pulls out and drops my legs, shifting his posture so he can squirt his cum all over my face. I sputter at the warm, slick substance as it spatters my lips.
He lets out a moan as he empties his load on my face.
And with that, he is on his feet, putting himself away. He starts for the door, leaving me a wet, torn apart, limp ragdoll on my bathroom floor.
When he reaches the doorway, he stops, glances down at me and grins. “You’re going to be a great neighbor, Maddy.”

I like to make little short stories about my fantasies that revolve around cnc/rapekink. Again, this is fiction.

He wasn’t a bad employee. Just kind of stupid. The big handsome jock type, with no brains, but plenty of brawn. I could find him most days at his checkstand flirting with anything female that came through his line. And the ladies loved it. Damn, I loved talking to the piece of meat. It wasn’t until after the evening shift that night that my perspective of him changed forever.
Let me explain.
It was late. Most everyone had gone home and we flipped the “open” sign to “closed.” Because I own the place, I’m usually always here until at least one o’clock, finishing odds and ends. We were the last two in the building.
Bryson had finished counting his till and poked his handsome face in my office to let me know he was done for the evening.
I told him to have a good night. But he just stood there staring at me. I couldn’t quite make out what was behind the gleam in his eye until he slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
That’s when things went blurry.
The next thing I know, my pen holder and paperwork had been swept to the floor and I was on my back on my desk, Byron’s hands around my neck. I fought like a rabid animal, but in no time, he had my skirt up around my waist, legs wide open and was pushing his crotch against mine. With the strength of a bear, he ripped my thong clean off.
With one hand still around my neck, he plunged two beefy fingers inside me. A devilish grin passed his face when he felt I was already wet. His hard dick was out in seconds flat, its giant head teasing me open.
“No! Get off me!” I tried to yell, but it came out a gurgle.
His smile only grew wider.
With a powerful plunge he drove his cock deep inside me. My back arched. He removed his hand from my throat and held tight onto my hips, gaining leverage and power with every thrust.
My head bobbled off the edge of the desk like a rag doll. I thought I would explode. He’s going to rip me open! My tear-filled eyes lolled in the back of my head, and I was puddy in his hands.
He kept driving deep inside my cunt until he suddenly pulled out, and with one quick action, flipped he onto my stomach. I felt his warm cum squirt all over my asshole*. Oh no. No, no, no. Not* THAT*!*
Without even so much a finger-first, he drove his shaft balls-deep into my ass.
I screamed.
He laughed.
He fucked my ass until it felt like it was on fire.
“Stop! Please, stop!” My begging only made him pound deeper and laugh harder.
Just when I thought I’d pass out, he slipped his dick out of me and took a step back. I heard him zip up his pants. He casually walked to the door of my office, leaving me a cum-filled play doll, half-naked and strewn across my own desk.
He straightened his shirt and looked at me and winked. “That was my notice.” And walked out the door. 

My first boyfriend in college was actually my first time, and I still don’t know if it was rape…
We were fooling around in his bedroom in his apartment. He knew he’d be my first and he asked if I was sure. I remember nodding, so we took our clothes off and at the last second I got cold feet and told him no.
That’s when he just pushed himself inside me full force. I remember it hurting like a bitch.
I told him it hurt and to stop, tried pushing him off of me but he just pinned my arms kept going. To this day I feel like it was my fault.

The second time we were in his apartment again, drunk, and decided to take a shower.
I had told him early on anal was one thing I would not do.
We were fooling around when he spins me around and bends me over. I figured he was just going to take me from behind but instead shoved his dick in my ass.
I screamed and told him it was painful af but it just seemed to make him go faster.

And now, even sitting here thinking about it is making me wet, what’s wrong with me?

He wasn’t a bad employee. Just kind of stupid. The big handsome jock type, with no brains, but plenty of brawn. I could find him most days at his checkstand flirting with anything female that came through his line. And the ladies loved it. Damn, I loved talking to the piece of meat. It wasn’t until after the evening shift that night that my perspective of him changed forever.
Let me explain.
It was late. Most everyone had gone home and we were flipped the “open” sign to “closed.” Because I own the place, I’m usually always here until at least one o’clock, finishing odds and ends. We were the last two in the building. Bryson had finished counting his till and poked his handsome face in my office to let me know he was done for the evening.
I told him to have a good night. But he just stood there staring at me. I couldn’t quite make out what was behind the gleam in his eye until he slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
That’s when things went blurry.
The next thing I know, my pen holder and paperwork had been swept to the floor and I was on my back on my desk, Byron’s hands around my neck. I fought like a rabid animal, but in no time, he had my skirt up around my waist, legs wide open and was pushing his crotch against mine. With the strength of a bear, he ripped my thong clean off.
With one hand still around my neck, he plunged two beefy fingers inside me. A devilish grin passed his face when he felt I was already wet. His hard dick was out in seconds flat, its giant head teasing me open.
“No! Get off me!” I tried to yell, but it came out a gurgle.
His smile only grew wider.
With a powerful plunge he drove his cock deep inside me. My back arched. He removed his hand from my throat and held tight onto my hips, gaining leverage and power with every thrust.
My head bobbled off the edge of the desk like a rag doll. I thought I would explode. He’s going to rip me open! My tear-filled eyes lolled in the back of my head, and I was puddy in his hands.
He kept driving deep inside my cunt until he suddenly pulled out, and with one quick action, flipped he onto my stomach. I felt his warm cum squirt all over my asshole*. Oh no. No, no, no. Not* THAT*!*
Without even so much a finger-first, he drove his shaft balls-deep into my ass.
I screamed.
He laughed.
He fucked my ass until it felt like it was on fire.
“Stop! Please, stop!” My begging only made him pound deeper and laugh harder.
Just when I thought I’d pass out, he slipped his dick out of me and took a step back. I heard him zip up his pants. He casually walked to the door of my office, leaving me a cum-filled play doll, half-naked and strewn across my own desk.
He straightened his shirt and looked at me and winked. “That was my notice.” And walked out the door.