When you reached out to me, you were curious. You've been reading the stories of other predators, and how broken their victims were after, leaving your pussy soaked every time. Just reading about it was so hot that it left you breathless, and you wanted more. You found a profile that excited you, or you were so vulnerable that I sought you out. We started chatting, and it was everything you hoped it would be. For hours, I'd tell you how I'd rape you, and you loved it. You'd always find yourself coming back, no matter how I degraded you or how aggressively I threatened your asshole.

You loved it so much that you gave me more. You wanted it to feel real, and opened up to me. You sent pictures, you wanted me to see you, you were trembling in excitement every time you let your guard down. Before long, I knew your face, your name, I pulled gps data from your pictures. And you loved it. The more real it felt, the harder you came when you fucked your asshole for me, the pain and nervousness enhancing your base desires. You didn't know just how real it was for me.

I found you, like I had always told you I would. With how easy you'd made it for me, it was like you'd messaged me your address and left the door unlocked. I took as much time as I needed to plan how to take you. If you liked going out, I'd spike your drink and take you home. If you stayed in, I'd break in and overpower you, either way there's no way you could fight back. You still kept messaging me, teasing me with your asshole, thinking you were safe behind a screen. I wonder if you'd be so excited about your anal rape if you knew everything I told you'd I'd do was about to happen.

When you felt my cock pressed against your butt, you were in denial. You never thought it would ever get this far. You thought it was all fun and games, there's no way anybody would get so obsessed with assraping you that they'd come looking for you. You played at being a victim, liking the feeling of being wanted, but now you're regretting all of it. As I force my cock into your asshole, you scream and cry and beg, terrified at the realization that there are people in the world evil enough to rape you, to make you feel pain for their own pleasure. You were naive and unlucky enough to have met me, and not believed what I'd do to you.

As I rape your asshole liked I'd promised over and over again, you're crushed when you realize there's no more surprises. You can't hope for mercy, or rescue, or tenderness. For weeks you've asked me every day what it would be like when I found you, and I was nothing but honest with every reply. You know I'd already taken a Viagra, just to make sure there would never be a moment without your tight anus filled with my hard cock. As the hours bleed into each other, I make you remember every threat and scenario you'd read as you played with yourself, as I make them all come true in the worst way.

When the drugs wear off and my balls are completely drained, I'll be done with you. I'll pull my finally limp penis out of your sore hole, and walk out without a word. In a way, that's going to be the most painful of all, knowing that you truly are nothing but a hole for me to abuse. You thought you were special, feeling wanted and beautiful as I told you what I'd do to have you, now you feel empty and alone.

As you cry in the shower and feel my cum running out of you, you find yourself wondering what you'll message me. Will you thank me? Tearfully ask me how I could hurt you like that? That most women wouldn't be so eager to contact their rapist again escapes you, you stopped being a normal woman when you made yourself my prey. You idly trace your finger around your still gaping asshole, wondering how hard I'll fuck you next time. You finally understand why so many broken, abused rape victims always come back for more.