So, this script is the result of another request. I'd previously written [M4F] and [F4F] versions of this script, and was asked to re-write to a [F4M] version. This is a dark, extreme script, and will not be to many people's tastes. It's clearly about male 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.

Synopsis: A female rapist gives an account of how she raped a man. Forcing herself into his home and fucking him with a strap-on.

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

https://scriptbin.works/s/v3n5j

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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If you wish to read the F4F version, you'll find that here: https://www.reddit.com/r/DarkSidePlayground/comments/1amio99/f4f_a_rapists_mind_rape_f_dom_no_consent_drunk/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

And here is the M4F version: https://www.reddit.com/r/DarkSidePlayground/comments/17gx7w4/m4f_a_rapists_mind_script_offer_rape_m_dom_no/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

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Here is a snippet:

I’d seen him around, I guessed he lived nearby.

He was hot. Great eyes, nice hair. Amazing body, perfect age. Just my type.

He’d often wore these tight pants that really showed off his ass. It was like he wanted me to look. Teasing me, provoking me. He wanted me to notice him.

And he knew I was looking, he saw me. He’d give me the odd smile as he passed me. I could see he liked the attention, to know he was attractive. That I found him cute.

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

Then one night I saw him. Walking along alone, nice shirt, clearly heading home from a night out. It wasn’t hard to follow him. He was obviously a little drunk and had no idea I was behind him. Even when he was opening his front door.

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

He was stunned at first, a little confused. Maintaining the momentum, I drove my foot into the back of his right knee, causing him to drop to floor on one leg. I rapidly followed up, and grabbed him from behind. Sliding my hand and then arm under his chin, around his throat and then locked my other hand across the back of his head.