It's all on the internet right? An anonymous account, random letters for a username, checking subreddits that her main account would stray away from. Her eyes glued to her screen, her finger scrolling, tapping her keyboard. Her comments gain traction, likes and replies. An independent woman searching through female inferiority subreddits, rape-fantasy subreddits.

Her messages flooding with threats, every reply to a comment is the same. Her eyes follow each word, her bottom lip bitten as she reads through their desires. To turn her into a "good little whore." It's all good fun, they get to threaten her all they want and she gets to play with herself to the thought.

A new message request-"Hey Vanessa" Her face frozen in shock. Her pleasure turning into fear. Her hands which had been holding a vibrator now shaking as she takes hold of the phone. "How" her voice trembles, her eyes beginning to water as she taps to see the message. The phone buzzes, another message, "it was quite easy to get your email off of your account, who would've thought that miss independent got turned on from rape threats." A scream erupts from her throat, somebody she knows? Someone that knows her, found her account. The thoughts race through her mind, her hands tapping, errors in her spelling but who cares; "who are you, what do you want" sweat forming on her face as she waits for a response. "I'll see you when you go out tomorrow, tell anyone about this and you'll be in trouble. I won't harm you, I just want to have some fun."

The night passes and so does the day, Vanessa remained in her room, fearing the outside. Her stomach growling but her mind ignoring it. They haven't messaged since. Her boyfriend has been calling her, messaging and questioning why she isn't replying but she doesn't intend to reply anytime soon. If he knew what she was up to, he would probably hate her. The clock strikes seven and she begins to get ready, she was supposed to be going out with her girls for a dinner, they'll understand her, right? That she was just in the mood and someone might come over and say hi, they wouldn't dare to do anything in public.

The moment arrives, the girls are together. The restaurant is covered in glamour, even the air tastes expensive. "Vanessa, are you sure you're done, you barely ate" they ask but her stomach won't settle. This gut feeling won't go away. Her eyes wander along the tables, any man hear could be him. Maybe some wine will help. One glass turns to two glasses, to three till numbers are just a myth. Till they all have to be escorted out, stumbling as they get into their cab.

Vanessa was the first one out, her home nearest to the restaurant. Her head pounding as the cold wind attacks her body. The alcohol seemingly wearing off as her sense slowly return. Her dress working against her as the leg slit dress blows, trying to expose her to the world. Her hands holding it in place as her heels clatter against the ground. The choice of choosing a strapless dress bringing regret as her body struggles to keep warm. "Hey Vanessa" a stern voice calls, his deep call projecting from above. The voice calls to her again from behind, her body frozen in place, her hands shaking once again. His footsteps get closer, the sound getting louder as the distance shortens, her mind telling her to run but her body doesn't listen. Her nerves refuse to leave. His shadow looming over her.

"I never would've guessed that a gorgeous girl like you would get turned on by rape threats." His voice full of bass as he continues, "what if they became your reality." His hand makes its way over her shoulder, resting as he leads her back to her home, her eyes filled with tears, her lips pressed together, holding herself from crying. "It's okay princess, It's good that I found out about this hobby of yours before somebody else did" he wipes the tear falling down her cheek.

They reach the door, his hand reaching into his pocket as he pulls out a key, sliding it into the lock and seamlessly unlocking the door. "Please don't hurt me" she mutters, her voice barely audible, the fear filling her throat making her mute. "Speak up." He commands and she responds without a second thought. "Please don't hurt me" her voice cracking as she hokds in tears. His silence is enough of an answer.

Their footsteps fill the house as he leads Vanessa to her bedroom, her breathing getting faster with each step. "The fun starts now." Her hands are pulled behind her back. Click. She tries to move them but to no avail. "Handcuffs. You liked those rape threats, didnt you." His stern voice causing an eruption of emotions within her. "Let's see how you like being a helpless little slut." He continues. His hands take hold of her body, turning her so that they face each other. "Look at me" he commands. Her brown eyes face towards the floor. "Look at me!" He commands once more. His hand reaches for her neck, their eyes lock and her truth is exposed. Her eyes show the truth, the pleasure and desire for him to continue. He leads her to the bed, pushing her, causing her to fall back onto it. "Until i am satisfied, you have no free will, you are my fuck toy." His voice clear with no need to repeat.

It's only now that she's able to get a full view of him. His dark complexion, an outlier in her pink room. His tall, built body barely contained in his clothes. His trousers barely concealing his manhood. Her hands lay on her stomach, still cuffed together. The thought of what's to come building up fear as she looks at her punishment.

His hands reach for the top of her dress, vanessa closing her eyes and flinching as he gets close but his hands are yet to touch. Rather, they take hold of her dress, pulling in opposing directions as it tears into a black material laying under her. His top thrown over to the door along with his pants as he reveals himself to her. Her eyes widen, jaw dropped but that wont be enough. His thick cock bigger than anything she'd ever seen.

He makes his way onto the bed, using his large fingers to rub her clit sloppily. "I'm not focused on your pleasure." He stops. "You're just a fuck toy after all." "Your body is for me to use, right?" A rhetorical question she assumed. "Answer me." He demands and her voice responds before she can think. "I'm yours to use" her voice soft and gentle.His index, middle and ring finger pressing the back of her throat as he reaches them in. Her gag reflex causing her body to jolt in response. "No teeth" a warning for what's to come if she dares to try. His dick entering her mouth, her tongue teasing as it makes it's way. Her nose pressed against his skin. His hands against the frame of the bed as he thrusts into her. Her gag reflex causing her body to jolt. The room filled with his grunts and Vanessa's desperation for air. "Almost done, my pretty slut" he remarks as he presses into her once more. Holding it there as her body begs for air. Mercy; pulling out of her throat to release on her face. Her gasps for air creating a disregard for his cum dripping off of her face. "Your pretty brown eyes look even better now" he chuckles. "We're not done yet though"

Levi slowly makes his way onto the bed. His clothes thrown on the floor alongside the knife, his fingers circling Elle's clit as she closes her eyes and focuses on the pleasure. "Not this time." He stops. "You're just a fuck toy after all." He unclips the bra, her arms cupping her tits. "Your body is for me to use, right?" A rhetorical question she assumed. "Answer me." He demands and her voice responds before she can think. "I'm yours to use" her voice soft and gentle. He presses his dick against her sternum, her tits engulfing it as he presses against her. His pleasure limited by the lack of her displeasure, his voice cold as it demands for Elle to open her mouth. His focus shifting to her tongue. His index, middle and ring finger pressing the back of her throat as he reaches them in. Her gag reflex causing her body to jolt in response. "No teeth" a warning for what's to come if she dares to try. His dick entering her mouth, her tongue teasing as it makes it's way. Her nose pressed against his skin. Levi's hands against the frame of the bed as he thrusts into her. Her gag reflex causing her body to jolt. The room filled with his grunts and Elle's desperation for air. "Almost done, my pretty slut" he remarks as he presses into her once more. Holding it there as her body begs for air. And Levi shows mercy. Pulling out of her throat to release on her face. Her gasps for air creating a disregard for his cum dripping off of her face. "Your pretty green eyes look even better now" he chuckles. "We're not done yet though"

"You poor little girl" his tone full of arrogance, the grin on his face showing full support. His hands teasingly slap her cheek, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel. "This is what you wanted isn't it" his hands taking hold of her sides and pulling her off of the bed and onto her feet. He grabs hold of the handcuffs, lifting her arms above her head. His free hand pinching one of her nipples, tugging gently as his eyes focus on her lip being bitten. His hand shifts once more towards her thighs. He traces down her stomach, reaching her pussy, already wet. His finger enters without warning, a warm welcome. Her voice retaining a sweet moan held back by her closed mouth. Another finger. Sliding in and out in unison. His mouth on her tits, his tongue circling Elle's nipple, flicking them as she begins to break. Her moans escaping. Her voice pleading between moans. "Please. Please. Please." Getting more desperate with time. His fingers continue as she rides the rhythm. Her moans filling the room as she freezes. Her legs growing weak as she orgasms. But no rest for the wicked.

He removes his hand. Turning her around and bending her over the edge of the bed.