Feminist No More [RP w/Brek]

[FormerTomBoy]

My views, my leadership, my hatred and my body are attacked by you now. The placement of the greyish tape upon my lips and mouth is feeling and taste the disgust me to my core. Though it is least of my worries or should be least of my worries. I'm also thankful for the gag because it likely means your cock will be nowhere near my mouth. That saves me from having it in my mouth and also stops me from taking a bite of you.

My eyes become aware that the true attack and violation I should be focused on lays lower as I witness with disgust you getting ready to rape me. It's not very well lit inside your truck as I feel you undressing just enough to start your vicious attack on me, your enemy in society views. I knew it could often be as simple as rape the other side and always thought my side had more rapist than your side as many of your women are hot.

We do a bad job of rooting out rapist that have our views. I think it comes down to desperation as very few men share our views so we are stuck with the bad apples of men, but then we can forget just how badly other men wish us harm. Now I begin to see a slight error in my ways as I feel your disgusting cock rubbing against me as you try to turn me on before you rape me with it. I try to move anyway that I can to prevent you from getting that thing inside.

I feel like I'm doing a good job of avoiding you, but soon feel my defeat and it sure hurts. I will not let this define my defeat. No way in hell will I enjoy any of this and you will only get the defiant me as you take my body with your cock. I shake my head to show that I don't agree to this action by you.

[Brek]

I finally manage to sink my prick in. Penetrating just past my head, I start to thrust, pushing through resistance until I am hilted to the hip, my balls slipping against your ass. My mouth descends to your breasts, my tongue swirling around the nipples, alternating between more serious bites and softer nibbles around the soft flesh.

The truck starts to shake as my hips and firm ass rise up to spear into you, harder and harder. I am soon looking with rage and lust driving me into a state of madness. Your tight cunt fights against me but I cannot believe how tight it is.

I wonder if you are expecting this to be fast. The seconds turn into minutes as I push in. My rod pushes from side to side, my hips swirling, as enough rage leaves me to let me focus on really grinding into you. I am hammering your hips down to the leather of the seat and then feeling them bounce back up, repeatedly skewering you.

"Get me off with your pussy, bitch", I growl. "Doesn't this feel natural? Doesn't this feel like your fucking place?"

[FormerTomBoy]

I felt the beginning of something I don't often experience. I don't dislike sex, but I also don't just give it away. I also do like having sex when it is on my terms so this is rape pure a simple when I feel your cock being put into me.

The resistance is painful. I didn't have time to prepare for it. I like to be ready for a cock when I plan to have sex and you never gave me a chance, nor would I have willingly gotten myself ready for you. I should be crying and probably have begun that. I just can't focus on anything other than the pain I feel and our mutual hate for one another.

It is not lost on me that the truck is starting to move. I remember my first date when I was a high school student and had sex in a classmates car for the first time. We had dated for a bit and I decided to let him fuck me after a date that had us having milk shakes. This wasn't that and I feel myself crying as you take what you want out of me, out of my pussy.

You are taking my pussy and I cry as you cause me great pain. The way you show no care in the world has me moving wildly beneath you as you take it out on me like I'm just something for your cock to punch over and over. I shake my head left to right in clear defiance but soon I mistakenly nod back and forth because I went limp to just accept my fate.

I dreed the moment you get off because it will be a great victory for you and a humiliation for me.

[Brek]

My vicious thrusts, as much about punishing you for manhating and being a tease as driving my anger and building myself up to my climax using your unwilling cocksheath. I start to suck on your breasts aggressively: leaving bites around the flesh, licking and swirling around each nipple, tasting the sweat and fear on you.

When you finally go limp, I am so excited. I have started to break you. This thought gets into my head. The minutes have finally built up to the point that my balls are swirling, tensing, a rising sensation in my belly.

"TAKE MY CUM WHORE!" I roared. "FUCKING CUNT! FUCKING CUMDUMPSTER! THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE FOR! SHUT THE FUCK UP! BIIITCH!" My rage persists even as I almost white out from the sensation of spurting against your cervix. I have been waiting for this. The load is thick, repeated. I know you feel my cock tensing and thickening, my head pulsing, my balls against your bottom as I am hilted.

Reaching under the table, I grab a rag. I pour chloroform onto it. I know that you will start to fight again when it dawns on you what is happening, but my one hand goes to your throat and the other holds the rag hard. I know you smell the chloroform. You may think that, when you fall unconscious, it won't be long until you awake, but this is just to make it easier to drug you with a paralytic. I look forward to raping you in a drugged state again before I get you back home...

[FormerTomBoy]

I feel an extreme tight feeling and a painful feeling as you drive into me with total disregard for me. I'm probably just a hole to you now and even before now. As you deliver more violence upon me by sucking aggressively on my breasts, I scream into my gag as I feel you bite down on my precious nipple. I'm unable to defend myself as I feel the truck shaking all around me.

I've been raped in the past, but this feels more like murder with rape as the manner of killing me. As you talk to me the way some have only talked to me on the internet, I begin to cry as something I've feared has come around to get me again. I have feared being raped and killed as half of that is happening, I can only cry as I feel you expand inside me.

I scream into my gag when I begin to feel you dumping your cum into my body. I can't believe someone like you infiltrated my organization and was now violently raping me, and letting go inside of me with his cum. When I feel you pushing something to my nose, I'm unable to even think what it might be. I'm prepared to die as I suddenly go limp with you perhaps still inside my pussy. I'm only thankful that I didn't have my own climax as that was worse part of my prior rape.

[Brek]

Seeing that you are fearing for your life fills me with a sense of power. However, I obviously have no such intent. If I had intended to take your life, I wouldn't have needed to do all of this.

As your body goes limp, I consider continuing to molest you. The tremendous lust and anger in me feels bottomless, like it has been barely sated. I cup your voluptuous tits. But I know that I need to get back to work. The police are starting to spread out enough to allow me to leave. I see my cop friend driving a police cruiser down the alley. I know I have my moment.

I take rope from my bag and secure your arms behind your back. I put a hemp bag over your head, securing it around your neck with care to not choke. Patting at your ass as I do, smacking your ass only a few times (after all, I need your bottom to be ready for punishment when you are conscious), I realize that I want to see something in your pussy consistently. I pull out a vibrator. Pushing it into you and putting it on low, I grab its remote control and put it on the center console, then secure the vibrator with duct tape.

I also want you to begin to understand your place. After fully pulling off your pants, I first slide tan nylons up your legs, then hot pink stiletto sandals with a strap. Securing them on, I finish by covering you in a moving blanket. Anyone who looks in the back will not expect anything.

And then I begin to drive. We quickly get out of the edge of the city. Do I go to a drivethru, making you listen to me casually ordering before I fuck you again? Or do we make it back home sooner rather than later?

I decide that I have to have you home. After all, you'll be up soon, and I want you waking to be in a spot that'll allow you to see what I am making you. I remain at precisely the speed limit the entire time, taking the highway for ten minutes before taking country roads for twenty. You're unconscious, but I still do take some extra turns and do some backtracking in case you can remember anything through the drugs and ether.

We arrive at my farmhouse. Solar panels and batteries, a fence and gates, reinforced windows and doors with two-factor keypads... I have made sure that the place is a fortress.

Lifting you over my shoulder as we park in the garage, I make sure that the cameras set through the house are all working. I want this all recorded for posterity.

Finally, I take you to the master bedroom. A cage is in the corner, but I don't intend to put you there. Instead, I tie you spread-eagle. There is a mirror on the ceiling above the bed. I grope you as I wait for you to wake up, my hands cupping and squeezing each ample tit, waiting for you to see yourself, new heels, skirt lifted up, shirt down, a closet full of outfits for you to wear in sight...

[FormerTomBoy]

If I was aware of what was now happening to me, I'd be angered at myself for ever thinking a man could truly be a feminist. Yes, I'd hate myself more than you and your actions towards me. But then I'd realize those actions should be the focus of my anger because I don't want them performed on me or my body. I can't explain why I feel something moving inside of my body since I'm still not awake. I had also felt touch of my chest that I couldn't truly understand in my condition.

Yet, knowing something is happening does tell me something is very, very wrong. I should never be asleep or unconscious while I feel my body being touched. It also probably isn't first time this has happened to me because I don't truly know how much my very first rapist did to me when he had me years ago. I just remember what happened while I was awake that time.

Already violated by the time I begin to wake up, I feel numbness in a few parts of my body from long period of inactivity. I feel a draft between my legs and attempt to place them together when I encounter my first obstacle. I then feel a caress and try to open my eyes and the first thing I see is my own reflection. I think I'm screaming but it is impossible with a ball gag now in my mouth as I also find your reflection in the ceiling mounted mirror as you continue to cause my nipples to swell within your fingers.

Then I'm rocked by the vibration of the thing in my pussy. There is no counting how many times the sex toy had violated me as I haven't been awake with it in me until just now. I attempt to scream one more time as I witness you with me in the mirror above. I look nothing like I once did, and I then see a camera and know you are filming me now.

[Brek]

Looking at you up and down, eagerly awaiting for the moment you wake up, I am over you, naked, playing with your body. I hear the aborted, gurgling scream under the gag.

"Mmmmm, it's amazing how much a nice pair of stilettos can turn a bitch like you into something that looks womanly", I said as I groped away, trying to exhaust the rage in me and finding it remaining. "So, I think you can tell that your disappearance is going to be complete. In the collapse of the protest, it'll look like you went to ground, abandoning your friends and hiding out. No one will ask questions when you don't come back. That takes us to phase two. You need to learn your place as a woman. It's underneath me, getting fucked. And so we need to train you".

Planting kisses and licks down your body as I get to your pussy, I pull out the vibrator, knowing that pulling away the duct tape will cause a burst of pain. "But", I say smugly, "first I need to taste this pussy". My tongue suddenly pushes into your folds, licking and swirling. My breath is hot over your clit. I snake up and down inside you.

[FormerTomBoy]

My body is exposed. I'm not wearing anything I'd willingly put on. There is a sex toy causing me to feel waves of unwanted pleasure and I get to see myself in a mirror as my movement is restricted. I'm in hell and still alive.

As you touch me, it only adds to both my anger and disgust. Some how I've managed to bring someone like you into my cause and it really came to bite me. Now I can see why I never really like it when men claim to be a feminist because 8 out of 10 times it should be a false claim. I hurt myself when I try to yell when you remove what was buzzing inside of me.

I can't believe that you want to taste me. I've rarely met a man whose wanted to do that and even women I've met rarely want to do that. I also don't enjoy doing that. I don't like giving blowjob or tasting another woman. It's not a natural sex act if you ask me. I try to shut my legs and wince as I feel your nasty tongue brush against me.

I wonder how long I can hold out. You're about to try the easiest way to make me orgasm and I can't let you witness me doing that. Yet, I've already cum in front of you and that fucking camera because of the vibe.