"This is a fictional story based on a post by u/thecarebearsruinedme."

I’ve always fantasized about experiencing CNC, especially a realistic but consensual rape. I tried to explore this fantasy with a few guys, but it never felt authentic; it was just rough sex without the sense of being raped. I looked for ways to make it happen on forums and Reddit, and received lots of advice and proposals, but none convinced me. However, a message from someone willing to participate caught my attention. The man explained his plan: I would carry an AirTag at all times, and he would track, monitor, and strike when he deemed it appropriate. The idea of not knowing when it would happen excited me.

At first, I was cautious; trusting a stranger on the Internet seemed risky. I asked for many details, but he refused, arguing that knowing who he was would ruin the game. Despite the risks, I agreed. The man requested a video in which I confirmed that I accepted the arrangement and that everything was consensual, as well as signing a disclaimer. Everything was clear: I would be exposing myself to potentially dangerous situations, but avoiding extremes, such as passing near dark alleys or walking through deserted areas.

The next day, I went out with the AirTag, thrilled by the possibility that he might strike at any moment. I passed through a dark alley near my house and felt my crotch wetting in anticipation of an attack that never came. I went to work and couldn’t take it anymore; I sneaked into the office bathroom a couple of times to relieve my excitement. I spent the day thinking about what might happen and putting myself in risky situations, but again, nothing happened. I went to sleep, wondering if the man would dare to enter my house while I slept, but nothing happened. The next day was the same, and so was the rest of the week. I messaged the user, but got no response. A month later, I simply forgot about it; maybe it was a mistake to trust someone online.

A week later, bored and with no expectations, I passed by a dirt alleyway on my way to the bar I frequent. Suddenly, I felt a hand covering my mouth and the presence of a tall man. I tried to scream, but couldn’t; I tried to see his face, but he was hooded. He began dragging me into the alley, and although I fought to free myself, he hit me in the face, splitting my lip and making me bleed. The man held me and shouted in my ear, “Quiet, you fucking bitch, if you make a sound I’ll kill you right here,” as he pulled out a knife from his pocket. The scenario felt so real that I doubted whether it was the guy from the Internet.

He dragged me to a van with open doors and threw me inside with force. I huddled in a corner while he closed the doors and desperately tried to open them, but it was useless. The Internet guy wasn’t supposed to kidnap me; he was just supposed to fuck me or grope me. I genuinely feared this was real. The van drove for what seemed like hours. The vehicle stopped and the man entered with the knife in hand; I almost pissed myself from fear. I huddled against the back of the van as he approached, sobbing.

“Don’t make a sound or I’ll gut you,” he said before grabbing me by the neck and starting to strangle me. His hand moved up my leg, lifted my skirt, tore off my panties, and began to finger me roughly. It hurt a lot without any preparation, but soon I started to get wet; his fingers were long and thick. I let out a moan.

“Oh, you like it, you filthy whore,” he said before slapping me hard. Tears began to stream from my eyes. He took my legs and put them over his shoulders while he took off his pants. He pulled out his huge cock, and I panicked. The guy I had talked to had sent me a photo of his cock so I would know it was him in case something went wrong, and this one didn’t match the photo at all. I squirmed trying to escape, but he grabbed me by the neck before forcing his huge cock into my vagina. He held me by the neck as he fucked me; I was running out of air and he didn’t seem to care, just kept thrusting. I let out another moan.

“Look at you, you’re just a filthy slut,” he said as my vision blurred and I was about to pass out. He released my neck and slapped me again, then took his hand and smeared it across my face, spreading the blood from my lip. I could feel my crotch wetter than ever; I was close to coming and he showed no signs of stopping. I didn’t want to come on my rapist’s cock, but I couldn’t help it; I started to climax, dripping. The man continued to strangle me.

“How pathetic, you like this, you’re really sick, you fucking whore,” he said as he kept fucking me mercilessly. He destroyed my blouse with his hands, tearing it to grope my breasts as he fucked me until he came inside me, filling me with his semen as tears streamed down my face. The man dressed and left me on the floor of the van, sobbing. I felt aroused, but couldn’t stop crying, not knowing if it was real or not.

“Remember, you asked for this, you fucking whore,” said the man, and I finally knew, relieved, that it was the Internet guy.

“Could you take me home?” I murmured, a mess.

He didn’t respond, lunging at me and handcuffing me. “What are you doing? It’s just a game!” I said, scared.

“I’ve had a change of heart; I think I’ll keep you. I like how you cry,” he replied.

“Hey, this isn’t fun anymore! Let me go!” I shouted, distressed.

He laughed and got out of the van, climbing into the front, but leaving the doors open. He came back with some keys and I felt relieved, thinking he would let me go. However, instead, he pulled out a rag from his pocket, soaked it in a liquid, and placed it over my face. “It doesn’t matter if you scream, there’s actually no one around for miles,” he said before covering my face with the rag. I tried to kick him, but lost strength and fell unconscious.

I woke up hours later, sore, in a dark place, a basement. I was chained by the neck. I tried to remember how I had gotten there and felt embarrassed recalling how I came on my rapist’s cock. My crotch was wet again, but I forced myself to face reality; it was supposed to be a game. Increasingly scared, I tried to remove the chain from my neck unsuccessfully. Frustrated, I realized I was naked. I searched for my clothes on the floor but found nothing. I began to cry, regretting being so naive.

Then, I heard a door open and footsteps approaching. I knew my fantasy was about to turn into a nightmare.