Same as before, this is a work of fiction. I don’t condone actual rape. Remember to be safe, sane, consensual. Thank you and enjoy Part 2

My internal panic climbed as Mike moved back onto the bed, naked and towering over me. He caressed my face, wiping a tear from my cheek. The greatest torture was how incredibly helpless I was. Completely frozen-no movement, no speech. No one coming for me. Nothing I can do but cry silently and scream on the inside.

“It’s okay baby,” he said softly. “I know this is unconventional but everything is fine. We’re meant for each other, but you just can’t see it. That’s why we have to do it this way, sweetheart. You’ll understand.” He pressed his lips to my unmoving ones. His lips trailed repulsive kisses down my cheek, my neck. Eventually his lips latched onto my nipple, while he played with the other in his fingers. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could feel my nipples getting hard for him, my pussy slowly becoming wet with anticipation.

“See baby girl? Look at these pretty, hard nipples,” he looked at me smugly. “You like this. It’s okay. You’re supposed to. Women are meant to be subjugated by men. And certain women are meant to belong to certain men. You’re meant to be mine, baby girl.” His fingers slid down to my pussy, rubbing my clit and feeling my wetness. He planted more kisses on my cheek before nuzzling against the side of my face, aligning his mouth with my ear. He inhaled deeply, and I never felt more like prey in my life. Helpless, dominated prey.

“Mmm see darling, you’re so wet for me. It’s because your body knows. It knows it’s supposed to submit to me. It knows who’s in control. Listen to your body, baby. It knows you can’t stop this. That’s why it’s giving in. It’s making it easy for me. So give in, honey. Just let your mind go. Just be my little toy and you’ll be so much happier…” he whispered gruffly.

No…this couldn’t be happening. Not to me. Not like this. I DON’T want this. We were friends for so long…I never thought Mike would even know how to do something like this. But it IS real. It’s happening. And there’s nothing to do but take it.

I feel something large prodding my entrance. Fuck, it’s coming. I want to scream. I want to fight. Push him off me. Or at least try. But where would I even go? God if only I could make it to my car…

He pushes into me, pulling out and pushing deeper in with every thrust. I feel his hips rock against me as he works his way into me. Mike’s cock is huge, like 8 inches long. And so fucking thick. I don’t understand how he’s managing to get inside me, but fuck…I’ve never been stretched like this and he isn’t even completely inside of me.

His patience wears thin, ready to devour me, and he thrusts his entire cock into me. I feel like I’m being torn open, despite how easily he seems to slide into me. My mind is screaming for this to stop, for me to fight, for anything to happen to make this end. But I can’t move. It’s not even that my body feels too heavy, it just feels like it’s…offline. Like I have no connection to it, outside of the physical sensations of being pounded mercilessly. He holds my legs wider, claiming maximum access to my body. I hear his heavy breaths in my ear as he ravages my weak body.

“You’re doing so good…” he huffs. “Just keep taking it. You’ll understand soon enough baby girl…this is good for you…you…deserve this…”

His tone starts to shift and I’m suddenly more terrified than before. “You really do deserve this…” he grumbled and plowed deeper and harder into me. His insatiable lust was bruising my insides, and it seemed never ending. “You had the audacity to end what we had…all so you could date around…fucking whore!” he slapped me hard across the face, then gripped my chin and positioned my head to face him again. “That’s why I have to do this. You’re making me do this. I didn’t want to rape you. I didn’t want to have to drug you or lie to you. But you’re too STUPID, babe.” He keeps ramming his cock into me, my knees now up against my chest. It’s so deep I feel like I might faint. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” he says more to himself than to me. “You’ll learn. It won’t always have to be like this. And you’ll love it. You’ll thank me. Worship me. You’ll be so grateful I showed you what you were meant to be. Soon, baby…soon…oh fuck…”

With a final deep thrust, I feel him pumping his cum deep in me. Thank god for birth control. He lays his weight on top of me and catches his breath before pulling his cock out of my sore, abused pussy. I feel his cum, and likely my blood, dripping from my cunt. It’s over, I tell myself. This drug has to wear off eventually…

He got up and left the room, returning with metal cuffs. He could see the fear in my eyes and immediately attempted to comfort me. “No no, it’s okay sweetie. This is just temporary, remember? I can’t have you trying to run off.” He began securing the unforgiving cuffs tightly to my ankles and wrists. “You’ll start to gain feeling in your body in the next hour or so. After that your voice will come back, though it won’t be 100% for about a day. Neither will your physical abilities, really. It’s best this way-you won’t get any ideas about trying to leave and end up hurting yourself.” His veiled threat sent shivers down my spine as he attached the cuffs to the ends of the bed. Fuck, there goes any hope of escape. I can’t even begin to process what’s happening.

“I’ll come back to check on you in the morning” he says before turning out the lights, closing the door, and locking it. I lay there in the dark, completely helpless, and dripping cum, praying for the only escape I might have-a few hours of sleep.