This is a bit of a departure from my usual stories. If you haven't read any of my previous work, feel free to check out my stories in my profile. This is based on a true story. As noted, this story is about non-consent. Feel free to send me feedback, comments, votes. Knowing people enjoy my writing fuels my fire to write more.

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I waited in the quiet of the dark. Past her front door was a small hallway leading toward the kitchen of her apartment. I stood around the corner, out of sight.

I had been waiting about 20 minutes. She lived by herself. I knew she would be home soon and was certain she would be alone. It was just a matter of time.

In my right hand, a rag covered with chloroform. My plan was simple. As soon as the door opened and she took off her jacket and dumped her backpack on the floor, I would be on her. She wouldn’t have time to scream before my hand covered her mouth. She’d be out in a matter of seconds. From there, I would take her to her bedroom. I had already prepared the restraints for her wrists and ankles. I would strip her naked, except for her thong. Tie her to the bed, blindfold her, and gag her with the red ball gag I purchased for the event. Then wait until she was awake to rape her.

Right on time, I could hear her key opening the lock. Once she was inside, I put my plan in motion. She was finished with her coat, shoes, and backpack, and I was ready to move in. I took a deep breath, exhaled, then turned the corner. At that moment, she was locking the door with her back to me. My hand went around her head and the rag against her mouth before she had any idea what was happening and ever saw me. I kept the lights off as I dragged my captive back to the bedroom. There was no turning back now.

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Karen and I both volunteered on a telephone distress line. We went to the same university but never had classes together and hadn’t met until we both trained for the volunteer position. We quickly became friends after bonding over science and starbucks. That said, it wasn’t sexual. We never dated, even though Karen was incredibly attractive. She was a small, fit, Asian girl. Probably about 5’5 and just over 100 lbs.

The volunteer position was rather intense. People would call in with a variety of issues. Some of the topics weren’t too challenging but there were many calls that were rather stressful. I did it to improve my resume; Karen was there because she liked helping people. Probably why she later decided to become a nurse. We both realized early on that it would be easiest to be on shift together. That way, we could support each other through tough calls.

So we did. Morning shifts when our schedules were free, evenings when we had day classes, and, of course, late night. Telephone distress lines are open 24/7 so volunteers need to take a set number of late shifts per month. On late nights, at a secret office (secret to ensure volunteers and staff couldn’t be identified or harassed), there was no one else around, which meant we talked.

Karen and I talked a lot and about nearly everything. Family, friends, our hopes and dreams, classes, clothes (she only wears thongs). We shared practically everything. Except we never talked about sex. That was, until one early Saturday morning, at 1:30am We were once again alone, hidden away from the rest of the world, and Karen confessed to me that she had fantasized about being raped.

Working on a distress line, sexual assault comes up quite often and in various ways. Those were some of the most stressful calls to be on the line for. So when Karen admitted to me that she felt this way, I was rather surprised. I wasn’t sure what to say. Fortunately, I didn’t have to as the phone rang. It was Karen’s turn to answer and soon she was having a lengthy discussion with a depressed man who, from what I could tell, recently went through a divorce.

Without any other calls, my mind was left to ponder Karen’s revelation. I also started picturing her in a different light. She wasn’t simply Karen, my friend with whom we volunteered together. She was Karen, a cute, petite girl who wished to be taken.

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I couldn’t see her eyes due to the blindfold but her breathing changed and she started to squirm against her bonds. She was starting to come around.

My finger lightly traced her areolas circling her hard nipples. She let out a muffled scream. It couldn’t be heard, the gag did its job well. I continued to play with her nipples and breasts. Only now I started to pinch her nipples. No longer were gentle touches an option, she was awake and had realized what was happening to her. With her body tied to bed, her objections were useless. I smiled as she stopped struggling. She had come to the conclusion that she was mine.

I ran the cold metal of a blade along her neck, down between her tits, and just past her pierced belly button. The pink lacy fabric of her thong could have already been off and on the floor with the rest of her clothes, but then I wouldn’t have needed the knife. I brought the knife to rest just under the strap of her sexy thong. I put the tip between the strap and her skin. The blade was sharp, one quick move would rip open her thong revealing her tight hole to me.

“Don’t move slut.” My raspy voice said quietly. There was no one else around but I kept my voice down anyway. “You wouldn’t want me to accidentally cut you.”

She held extra still from that point on. I pulled at the fabric and the strap sliced into two. I quickly did the same with the strap on the other side leaving her with a thong that only laid atop her pretty pussy. I grabbed the thong and pulled it free from under her ass. It was wet, no… it was soaked. I would have thrown it to the floor but I changed my plans once I felt how wet she was. I laid the thong on top of her face, right under her nose.

“A reminder of how turned on you are being raped.” I stated, letting her smell her juices as the rest of the fun started.

The waiting was over. With her hairless pussy exposed to me, I stripped off my pants and boxers and climbed between her legs. I allowed her to feel the size of the cock that was about to penetrate her tiny body. I ran it over her thigh before letting it rest just above her pussy. I watched her face, her chest. I could see her breath quicken as she knew what was about to happen.

She was incredibly tight. I slowly sank my thick cock inside of her as she rolled her head back and lifted her upper back off the bed. It took some effort but I was soon fully inside of my little rape victim. Then she came. It was the first of many orgasms she was going to have as I certainly wasn’t done fucking her.

My hand wrapped around her throat. It was almost comical how big my hand was compared to her small neck, how easy it was to grab hold of her. My cock had completely invaded her hole and had stretched it open. I no longer needed slow strokes, I was able to start fucking her harder, faster. Every stroke deep, smashing her cervix as she continued to orgasm.

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My heart was racing. I had essentially suggested to one of my best friends that I’d rape her.

Her call had ended and it was nearly 20 minutes after we had talked about this. I’m sure she had put it out of her mind but it was all I could think about. She looked surprised. Probably as surprised as I was when she confessed her fantasy. But she didn’t look upset or disgusted.

“How would this work?” She asked rather meekly.

I attempted to lay out some thoughts. They didn’t sound completely well formed, mainly because I didn’t want her to think that I had it all planned out. I suggested she give me a key and allow me access to her google calendar. She would block off time for classes, work, or when she was otherwise unavailable. It would happen at her apartment. I told her she wouldn’t otherwise have any knowledge of when, where, or how it would happen.

I told her that she could inform me of any limits ahead of time and that she could have a safeword. Or, in the event that she was unable to speak, she would have another method of communicating for me to stop.

Our shift was nearly over and we were both tired. It was until our next shift that we spoke again. Karen was in agreement and provided me with a spare key, access to her calendar, a list of limits, and a safeword. Her alternate method of signaling to stop was that there would be a scarf placed in her right hand, if she released it, I would check in on her.

I had already planned the perfect day. She knew I had a family wedding to attend in another state in just over a month. What she didn’t know is that I just now decided that I had better things to do that weekend.

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My cock forcefully penetrated her as it had for almost 30 minutes. I lost count of how many times she had orgasmed. One hand was still on her throat, the other was grabbing her wrist where the rope dug into her flesh. Just above, her right hand still gripping the scarf as it had since she awoke. The only sounds that now escaped from her gagged mouth were occasional moans timed with her next orgasm and grunts when I slammed her cervix partially hard.

My full weight was on top of her small body, my face next to the smooth skin of her cheek, my mouth close enough that she could feel my warm breath. I wanted to whisper dirty words into her ear but attempted to avoid saying too much for fear that my voice might take her out of the moment.

How I had lasted as long as I did inside her tight, wet pussy, I will never know. But all of a sudden my orgasm was imminent. She was on the pill and cumming inside her wasn’t one of her limits. Even though I had considered pulling out and cumming all over her naked body, I just needed to fill her with my seed. I came, she came again too. I stroked her hair as I finished cumming inside of her.

The one part of the whole event I hadn’t completely prepared for was the ending. I thought about releasing her and giving her aftercare. I also thought about loosening just one of her bonds and leaving her to untie herself. What I wasn’t prepared for was to hear another key in the front door and someone else entering the apartment…