This is dark, extreme script, and will not be to many people's tastes. It's clearly about rape in the form of non-consensual, forced sex, so please read the tags and consider if this is something you want to read.

Rape in real life is abhorrent. But sexual fantasies can be just that, fantasies. The intention is never in any way to encourage anyone to engage in unsafe, unethical or illegal activity. This story is for those who enjoy this as a fantasy, who take pleasure in letting their minds wander to dark places only possible and desirable in our imaginations. If you find these themes distasteful, triggering or upsetting then please do not read.

A rapist gives an account of how she raped a woman. Forcing herself into her home and taking her twisted pleasure from her.

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If you wish to read this script, you'll find it here:

https://scriptbin.works/s/3wmmp

This is pure fantasy for 18 only. it is a work fiction and the script is about, by and for adults.

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Here is a taste of this script:

I’d seen her around, I guessed she lived nearby.

She was hot. Great eyes, nice hair. Amazing figure. Perfect age. Just my type.

She’s often wore these tight skirts, they really showed off her ass. It was like she wanted me to look. Teasing me, provoking me. Often, she wore tops that drew the eye to her tits. She wanted me to notice her.

And she knew I was looking, she saw me. She’d give me the odd smile as she passed me. I could see she liked the attention, to know she was attractive. That I found her attractive.

She had a boyfriend. Nothing special. But clearly, she loved him, I saw them together from time to time when he was back from his travels. But still, I’d catch her giving me a second look. Letting me know she found me cute too, that she also liked girls. That hint that if things had been different, I could have been in his place, that she could have been mine.

Then one night I saw her. Walking along alone, all dressed up, clearly heading home from a night out. It wasn’t hard to follow her. She was obviously a little drunk and had no idea I was behind her. Even when she was opening her front door.

As soon as the door was open, I shoved her from behind and drove her into her hallway, sending her drunkenly staggering as I closed and locked her door behind me.

She was stunned at first, a little confused. But I grabbed her from behind, wrapping one arm around her to pin her arms, while my other reached around to clamp my hand over her mouth.