Darla's Dark Fantasy

DISCLAIMER: This is based on a taboo rape fantasy that some people have. If that is something that disturbs you or turns you off then please do not read this short story.

Darla has a dark fantasy that she doesn't share with others, ever since she started masturbating she would have fantasies about being raped. She has never shared it with anyone in fear of being shunned or look upon in disgust by the boyfriends she has had. She is now 25 years old and the thought of a tall powerful man taking full control of her body to do as he pleases is just as strong and erotic for her as the first time she thought about it. Little does she know that today is the day her fantasy will come true.

The cool evening breeze feels good on this warm summer day as it licks across her silk blouse exciting the nipples of her perfect C cup breasts into raising, letting the world know how nice it feels. Darla walks home from work, looking down at the side walk thinking about the things that need to be done tomorrow, unaware of the man standing outside smoking at the end of the block. Everyday at the same time he comes out to smoke and watch her walk towards him and pass him on her way home. He thinks about saying something to her, but never does. Everyday he thinks about starting a conversation with her, cracking a joke, she laughs, he invites her inside for a drink, and one thing leads to another ending in his bedroom. But, every time she gets close enough for him to say something he looses his voice. His thoughts run though a constant cycle that she is so beautiful, she has to have a boyfriend, she would not be interested in me because I'm ugly, and on and on. He watches as she strides up the street in his direction, her loose skirt taunting his crotch while he watches it caress her legs as she moves her hips back and forth with every step. His eyes lustfully move up her tight body to her silk blouse tight across her stomach and hugging her tits. Her perfect breasts pull the fabric tight around them showing off her hard nipples and the loose low cut of the neck hangs in between her tits, showing off the smooth skin of her cleavage. His pants get tight as he watches her tits jiggle with every step she takes closer to him. He has been preparing for this moment for a while and his heart speeds up as she gets closer.

The path is ready and waiting, he has a straight shot to his house from here. All of the doors are open, leaving him a clear path straight to the room he has spent the last week sound proofing, just for her. All the money he spent and all the care he has taken to get the right materials together for tonight, just for her. His twisted mind, obsessed with her body, believes that apart of her will appreciate everything he has done, just for her. Apart of him thinks that if he can just get her to fuck him once then he will be able to make her fall in love with him. His heart rate increases, pumping adrenaline through his body. The excitement and fear grow ever larger as she approaches and his forgotten cigarette falls to the ground.

He looks around the dimly lit neighborhood to make sure no one was around. Before she could walk past him, he steps out in front of her and scoops her up off the ground over his shoulder and runs to the house. At first Darla was confused and thought it was a joke, but then she realized that she didn't know this man or the house he was running to and instinctively started screaming in fear as the stranger runs with her into the house and slams the door shut with a kick. Darla is hitting his back, kicking wildly, and screaming for help. She is surprised at how powerful his grip is on her thighs as he runs with her into the back of the house and into a room with padding along the walls, closing the door with another kick.

“Scream all you want, this room is sound proof.” His voice is raspy and deep. A chill comes across Darla as he throws her down onto the bed. She tries to roll to her right and get up, but his large strong hand grabs her stomach and forces her onto her back. He climbs up on top of her, straddling her waist with his muscular thighs. Her eyes water up as she timidly asks,

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No! I love you!” the man says with surprise and oddly lacking any emotion. She hesitates for a moment with that statement. Getting her bearings of her situation again she tries to hit him and push him off of her. He easily blocks her punches and grabs her wrists, she struggles in vain, but he is just too strong.

He forces her arms above her head, putting her wrists together in an X shape and holds both arms together with one hand. She tries to pull her arms down, but can't. His one arm is much more powerful then both of hers. He grabs a long coil of climbers rope with his free hand and wraps the beginning of the rope around her wrists three times horizontally and twice vertically tightly. He then pulled the rope through the middle bar of the iron barred head rest to keep her arms above her head, wrapped it twice around her neck, back through the head rest, and then tied it off on a metal brace that was bolted to the floor.

Darla struggles against the rope on her wrists, but when she pulls on the rope it tightens around her neck and causes her to choke until she stops. He walks to the other end of the room to a table and grabs a pair of scissors. She continues to struggle without luck as he comes back to her.

“Don't move, I don't wanna cut you” he says calmly and she obeys in fear of getting hurt. He proceeds to cut her dress in half, easily slicing through the fabric in between her legs and successfully splitting her dress in half. He pulls her dress off from the side and tosses it to the floor and continues his work by cutting off her underwear, then her blouse, and finally her bra. Feeling anger, desperation, shame and embarrassment, she lays still, wishing he would not look at her nakedness. His eyes are full of lust as he scans her nude body, taking in everything his twisted mind considers that she is offering him. Snapping out of his short trance, he walks out of the room with confidence in knowing that she won't be able to get away. He has to keep her secure until he proves his love and she accepts him. Darla tries to loosen her wrists and move her arms, but the rope tightens around her neck, making it hard to breath. After fighting against the ropes for a while, she realizes she won't be able to do anything and decides to save her strength. After a while the man comes back into the room. He is naked, his hair is wet, and smells like he just took a shower. He sits on the bed next to her with a smile on his face, soaking in her gorgeous body hungrily with his eyes.

Tears well up in her as she says, “Please don't hurt me, please let me go. I won't tell anyone I swear. Please don't hurt me.”

His smile goes away, puts his finger on her lips and says, “Shhhh, don't talk. I don't wanna hurt ya, but I will be forced to punish you if ya don't behave and do exactly as I say.” He then points over to a table on the side of the room, next to the door. Darla can see laid out on the table a series of different size knives, whips, chains, a variety of sex toys, and a hand gun. She desperately wants to get away, but believes him that he will hurt her if she does not comply to his demands. Darla lays there quietly, tears in her eyes, and holding onto hope that he will let her go when he is done with her.

The man starts to caress her tits and pinch her nipples, enjoying how they look and feel when he pushes her tits together. His hands travel down her stomach to her pussy.

“You're wet already?” he says with a smile as he spreads her soft pussy lips apart to feel how wet she is. She stays silent and obedient, she is ashamed to admit to herself that she is turned on. She has fantasized about this ever since she first started to explore her own body. She doesn't want to admit it to herself, but the feel of the rope tightly wrapped around her neck and wrists plus his strength, more specifically how easily he could force her body where ever he wished, has been a huge turn on for her even though she is overcome with fear that he will hurt her if she doesn't submit to his will.

The man swings his leg over her head to get his hips in position over her face and pushes his large thick cock into her mouth saying, “you can use your teeth a little, but don't bite!” She obeys, not wanting to test his threats, and sucks his cock deep into her throat as he pushes down onto her face with his hips. He continues to finger her pussy as she increasingly gets more wet and turned on. His dick is big enough to choke her and she tries to move her arms causing the rope to tighten up around her neck and choking her more. She feels dizzy, not able to breath, apart of her wishes she would pass out. But, before she can he lifts his hips allowing her to breath again. After taking a few breaths, he pushes his cock deep into her throat again continuing this cycle over and over as he fingers her clinching pussy. He then lowers his head and begins sucking hard onto her clit. The combinations of sensations cause her to cum faster then she ever has before, not only to her surprise, but his as well.

“So you really are a horny little slut!” He says, pleased that he could force her to cum so quickly. He increases his ferocity at his pussy play and is over joyed to find out that he made her cum a second time. Darla is helpless to control her orgasms, the harder she tries to fight them the faster she cums again and again. The man takes full advantage of this newly discovered ability, forcing his cock in and out of her mouth as he aggressively fingers and sucks on her pussy trying to cause as many orgasms as possible. Turning it into a game to see how quick he can make her cum the next time. He feels himself getting excited at this and eventually cums in her mouth, shooting his warm cum deep into her throat.

“Swallow it bitch and suck my cock until you get every drop.” She complies, secretly not wanting him to stop even though her clit is painfully sensitive. After she had sucked his dick until it went limp and made sure every drop of his cum was extracted, he pulled himself up off of her, smiling at his accomplishment and leaves the room. Darla lays there angry with herself at how much her body is enjoying this. Still clinching, her pussy flexes, wanting more as she closes her legs and rubs her thighs together to cum again. She carefully rolls onto her side in the fetal position, breathing heavy, trying desperately to calm her mind and body.

The man has not returned for a while and Darla starts to fall asleep, her body is worn out. Right before she could fall asleep the man returned and without saying a word he climbs up onto the foot of the bed. Grabbing her legs, he rolls her onto her back. She tries to keep her legs closed, but he puts his massive hands on her knees and forces her legs apart. She is shocked that his arms are stronger then her legs and the forceful separation caused her to get wet again. He slides up in between her legs and notices that she is wet, with a smile he rubs his dick between her pussy lips to get some of her wetness, and then forces his whole cock inside her pushing it into her cervix. Unable to control herself, she moans loudly as her pussy clinches around his thick dick, trying to accept his size. This only spurs him on, he grabs her thighs and roughly forces his cock in and out of her tight pussy in hard thrusts that cause her tits to bounce around as he joyfully takes in that image. She hates him, she is disgusted by him, she is angry with herself that she can't control her body. But, she cannot keep herself from cumming multiple times, so often in fact that they feel like one long orgasm that has no end. She can barely feel her legs or hips anymore. Her body is starting to go numb as he cums again, this time inside her pussy. When he is satisfied that he has shot as much cum inside her as he can, he pulls out and leaves the room again.

The next 3 days are like this. He will come into the room and do whatever he pleases to her, sometimes for 20 minutes, other times a few hours, and when he is done with her he leaves the room. Leaving her there to try and calm her mind and prepare for the next time. She hasn't slept in almost 3 days, he has given her water, but very little food and her body is worn out. She doesn't know how many more sessions she can handle. Darla has become totally submissive to this man, willing to do anything he says. The reasons have changed though. She is not concerned that he will kill her anymore, instead she is mentally broken down and is beginning to want to please him when he comes into the room, almost out of habit. He demands to be pleased and takes her whenever he wants and she will comply to his demands, any demands. At this point she would comply fully with or without the ropes. She feels herself going away, her only reason to exist now is to please this man.

Darla's mind is fuzzy, she bounces in and out of consciousness, but then a surprising sound. It sounds like a balloon popping from a distance. She hasn't heard anything but his voice, the slapping of skin, and her moans for the past 3 days. The door swings open, she opens her legs, ready to please him, but it's not him. Instead it is a police officer holding his gun drawn. He asks her if she is okay, but Darla does not respond. She is confused and lost. The officer puts his gun away and grabs one of the knives, cutting her free from the ropes and putting a large blanket around her. The next day was a blur of hospital lights and nurses checking machines next to her. When she finally comes too there is a doctor standing on the other side of the room looking at X-Ray's on the wall. She lays there quietly as the doctor explains that she has been asleep for the past few days, that she is not pregnant, and that all of her blood tests came back clean. She is also quiet later when the police officer that saved her explains that her mom had filled out a missing persons report, that they checked all known sex offenders in her area, and had to shoot the man dead when they approached his house because he pulled a gun.

A year has gone bye, Darla does not walk home alone anymore and is aware of everyone around her. But, every time she passes that house she feels a twinge in her crotch. She has never admitted to anyone that although it was a traumatic, it was also the most erotic experience she has ever had. She wants to experience that kind of sex again, but only with someone she trusts and only in a situation she is willing to be in. She use to fantasize about not having any control, now she fantasizes about having a choice and a little control.