You wore that skirt tonight because you were feeling spicy, liked the attention, but you weren't sure what to expect. You've always felt this pulsing, aching desire when you watch a woman manhandled on screen. You've felt jealous as you've watched them get thrown against a counter, their attacker unphased by their pathetic struggling. You could've felt this way for years, or perhaps it's new. Either way, you never expected me to follow you to your car, or the bars bathroom, the dressing room, or even home. You never expected the real deal.

Slight panic traces your spine as your head snaps back, wrenched by your hair. My fingers press into you and your cheeks burn with shame when you realize how wet you already were.

You hear me lick my fingers seconds after I pull them out and you finally start to struggle. Your quickly spun around, unsure of how it even happened, face to face with your attacker ... your rapist. He's not what you expected, what did you expect? You think that you would've fucked him if he'd bought you a few rounds and flirted with you, but you know you're not worth it. Your a filthy cock sleeve, meant to serve when told.

He slaps you. Hard. He's talking to you but your not listening. You nod your head and comply. You're just getting what you deserve anyways. You're just serving your purpose in life, and you'll enjoy it anyways.

Maybe you're ashamed of it, or perhaps you're self aware. Regardless of where you fall on the timeline of your sexual awakening, the next step is me. Whatever your kink is, the specifics don't matter to me. I like it all. Rape play, BDSM, kidnapping, predator/prey, Dom/sub. I'm the one that will remind you where you fall on the food chain, use you like a fleshlight, bring you to orgasm like you've never know, and disappear back into the crowd of strangers.

If you want to be hunted, I'll stalk you. If you want to be date raped, I'll take you to dinner, treat you like the princess you think you are. I'll charm you. Until you feel woozy; till you feel dizzy. I'll support you at first, carry you to the car, make you feel safe. The lights flicker past, they hurt your eyes, so you close them, it's warm in my car. You don't remember anything until the feeling of the smooth metal of my hood rubbing against your bare, swollen, breasts. The grounds moving under you, no wait, you're rocking. The world is spinning, and you can't move yet. Why is your ass cold? What is the hot, smooth thick penetration in your abdomen. Occasionally it's harder, and it feels like it is CRUSHING your cervix. You're close to tears, they'd fall if your emotions weren't so detached, so far away. The only thing you can do is lay there, pretending you're on a boat, far out to sea. Finally, your body responds, wrenching you back to reality. Your orgasm is beyond anything you've ever experienced, or even imagined was possible. You were forced to it, shame filled, crying inside as you settle into your place on your food chain and gush all over this strangers cock.

If you want to be kidnapped, I'll take you. You'll find yourself duct taped, naked and terrified in a hotel room. Used and abused for hours before being gaslighted into believint it was what you wanted all along while I wash the evidence from you in the shower. I'll pet your head and kiss your forehead, telling you you did a good job, but I'm sure you'll do better next time. Why are you cuddling me after what I did to you? When will he take me home? You wonder as I pull your panties down yet again.

DM me.

H.C.