Record Chaser - Final Chapter Released!

[JTCK]

What a beautiful and fitting comment from another wonderful author, @Vile8r. If that’s not motivation to keep writing the story, I don’t know what is…

[Claire]

This is the type of story that should be used as a tutorial for new writers. "How to write a good rape story?" An arrow pointing to this one. Dialogue - character development -backstory- detail - it checks off all of the boxes needed for a great story.
I aspire to be able to do dialogue as well as you, @Claire.
Definitely two thumbs up!

Thank you so much, that's high praise coming from you! The way I write dialogue is in general inspired by the Before movie trilogy by Richard Linklater. I'm not sure whether those films fit your personal taste, but give them a chance if you have the time. I think they are a masterclass in writing naturally sounding but carefully crafted dialogue.

It's very kind that you think that Record Chaser could teach new authors how to approach writing a story. But I would probably recommend writing something shorter first! I have no idea what I thought back then when I decided to make my first story such a monstrosity in length!

Btw, do you remember that you once told me in a PM that you didn't know that you could rate a story with more than 1 point? I noticed that you seem to rate most stories/posts with only 1 point. If that is the appropriate rating in your mind, then please keep using it. But if you like a story as much as your posts suggests here, consider giving it a 2 point or 3 point rating! I would appreciate it and it helps the forum to get stories above the 30 and 60 rating point thresholds. You can upgrade a rating at any time by just clicking on the rating button again.

[Vile8r]

"It's very kind that you think that Record Chaser could teach new authors how to approach writing a story. But I would probably recommend writing something shorter first! I have no idea what I thought back then when I decided to make my first story such a monstrosity in length! "

Yes, I wouldn't recommend a new writer to tackle a story of such length either, lol! But they can certainly take pointers from your story on how the plot progresses and how to do good character development. Even I have learned some new things from you that I can use to improve my writing style. As for your advice about story ratings, I will endeavor to give more favorable ratings, especially for stories such as this that really deserve it.

[Claire]

Chapter 9 - Record

Mark tried his best to arouse the naked girl in front of him. Her nipples already forced erect through gentle stimulation, he was now focused on her sex. With his head buried between her thighs, he tried his best to inflict uncomfortable pleasure on the unwilling girl. Smelling the faint trace of the almond shower gel he used to wash her body when he had taken her for her second shower of the day, his tongue carved a path for itself parting her soft labia. He was seeking her clit over and over again, teasing it, circling it, nudging it with his tongue. He knew what he was doing. It’s not like he didn’t have his fair share of consensual sexual encounters with women despite preferring the desperate throes of a victim taken against her will.

The overused and sore vagina of the girl was still tight, he could feel that entering her even with just his index finger. And he could also feel the effects that his careful stimulation had on her body. Calling her truly wet would have been been dishonest, but she had become somewhat moist. He had been hopeful when he first noticed it. But that was 15 minutes ago at this point, and no matter what he tried, he was unable to observe any further progress.

Mark didn’t care about making his victims come. It had happened occasionally in the past, but it had never been his intention. The reason he attempted it with Claire was sheer desperation on his part. He had raped her 12 times at this point, equalling his past orgasm record. He needed one more, just one more, but coming had become difficult to say the least. He wasn’t even sure whether it was accurate to call what his body did the last 3 times an orgasm. It was an experience devoid of pleasure, a half-erect cock twitching and flailing in agony, mere droplets of semen pushed from his hurting balls through his burning urethra. His body didn’t want to participate in this anymore.

Claire barely reacted to anything he did since her eighth rape. He needed only one more orgasm to break his record but he couldn’t get there for the life of him. He needed her to give him resistance, humiliation, despair, struggle, anything at all that would make this exciting again. And so he had decided to arouse her, to provoke any new reaction out of her, a desperate attempt to break her out of her passivity.

So there he was: The naked body of the gorgeous, petite girl he had wanted to rape from the moment he first saw her in front of him, slowly fingering her moist pussy with her beautiful vulva in plain sight and indistinct sounds coming out of her mouth occasionally as he licked her clitoris with his tongue.

And he was utterly bored.

He pulled his finger out of her and stopped licking. He got back into a kneeling position, looking at her naked form. He sighed, scolding himself internally. Of course that didn’t work, he should have known. He had been awake for 26 hours at this point and was feeling dead tired. He didn’t know when exactly Claire had started her day yesterday morning but he estimated that she was up for at least 10 hours already before he woke up himself. So aside from her clearly not wanting this and the mental trauma, she was just physically exhausted.

He started rubbing his cock, he just needed to get hard once more. Some time had gone by since he last tried, so he was giving it another shot. His penis did not enjoy the friction and the pressure his hand provided.

“Well Claire, we still have a little more than 4 hours left and we are this close already to setting a new record. I’d call this a success, don’t you agree?”

It was a half-hearted attempt at mockery. She had long since stopped responding to those. Her tired eyes looked vacant. He traced her jawline with his thumb, from her ear to her chin, hoping to get her to focus her eyes on him. She gave him a quick glance, nothing more. He clicked his tongue, annoyed at the lackluster response.

“I’m starting to think I made a mistake showering with you. Don’t get me wrong, we both started to smell, and I enjoyed fucking you in the shower. But you’re all clean now and my loads aren’t anymore what they were earlier today.”

He was sure that she understood every word.

“So you won’t be able to enjoy the exquisite feeling of cum dripping into your panties as you walk home. But look on the bright side: That’s still a first experience you can make on your own after today!”

He tried to sound upbeat, to channel that nonchalant indifference to her suffering he had tortured her with for so long. But the cracks in the performance became more and more visible. Seeing her in this dejected, non-responsive state made him feel more for her than when she was crying or fighting. He couldn’t exactly tell why. Maybe it was because a woman who still fought back was, in his mind, still okay on some fundamental level. He sure had taken the will to resist from women in the past, but he never had to see them in that state for a prolonged period of time. Seeing Claire like this for hours now, reducing these last few rapes essentially to fucking the human equivalent of a blow up doll, that made it harder than ever for him to ignore the consequences of his actions.

“I wish I could promise you a rock hard cock for our record attempt. But I don’t think I have that in me anymore. I hope you don’t mind.”

He couldn’t let pity get the better of him, not now, not so close to his goal. If he let her go now, he’d be cursing himself tomorrow for stopping just one orgasm short with 4 hours left on the clock.

Finally, something unexpected happened. Claire responded.

“I don’t mind.”

Her voice was quiet and soft, barely audible. But for Mark, it cut through the monotony of his own voice, a glimmer of hope, something he could work with. His penis grew just a little.

“Ah! She can talk after all. I was just about to say, you’re usually such a nice girl. Not responding at all, that felt uncharacteristically rude for you.”

He began to move his hand faster, but not frantically, nurturing this hint of an erection like one gently blows on a fire to help it grow while being afraid that blowing too hard would put it out again.

“Mark, can I talk with the real you for a moment, not with… whatever this is?”

She was as non-threatening as she could be, naked and hepless before him, her voice calm, soft and tired. But her words angered him neverheless. He didn’t like to see her acting as if she had him all figured out. He started to rub the tip of his cock between her labia while his free hand massaged her breasts. He couldn’t let her get to him.

“Oh, sure, sure. We can talk. I know our pillow talk has been somewhat lacking.”

Claire tried her best to act like his hand roaming over her body and the looming threat of being penetrated by his dick again didn’t affect her. She was frustrated at his obvious refusal to drop the mask but she was determined to push forward anyway.

“Can we… stop after the next time? You’d have your record and I know this stopped being fun for you a while ago.”

Of course she had noticed the difference. For her ninth rape, he had fucked her in the shower. It was the last time he had been truly hard. He had taken another shower with her about an hour ago, but hadn’t even attempted to fuck her as he washed her. She knew that he was at his limit, past it even. She could see it in the painful contortions of his face when he came and she noticed how little she was able to feel when he did: no more flood of sticky warmth spreading in her, no hard cock bulging even further and prying her vagina apart. If she didn’t hear him grunt in pain or feel the grip of his hand tighten as he came, chances are she wouldn’t have even noticed his orgasms anymore.

“Please, Mark, just let me go after the 13th time, please. I know you don’t care about me, but why torture yourself like this?”

It was an appeal to reason and the flicker of humanity she had once sensed in him. But, in response, she felt him grip her breast tighter, just for a moment, a short burst of uncontrolled anger. And then the sensation of his cock’s head slithering up and down between her labia ended abruptly and she felt him push into her again. She composed herself, her only reaction a short, silent gasp.

“I can’t do that. I’ve booked you for 24 hours. You don’t really expect me to waste a precious 4 of those, do you? And besides, when setting a new record, who stops at going only one step beyond the previous one when there’s room for further improvement?”

‘Booked’, the word bothered her. She hadn’t been booked for anything! He was still playing this stupid role. She was tired of his bullshit. He just wanted to rape her, and he did. But he had to dress this up in rules, in mock civility, nonchalant indifference, in record attempts, charging phones and making her sandwiches! All so he could lie to himself that this here was more than a crime and he more than some pathetic rapist!

“You… You’re just a monster!”

He was fucking her harder now. The half-erect cock barely moved inside her as he was slamming into her over and over again. But she could feel the increased pace and intensity of his hips crashing into hers. It hurt.

“You don’t know what a real monster is!”

For the first time since that dejected 'I know… That is what makes it so much fun.' so long ago, it sounded like he said something genuine, something he really thought, or rather something he at least wished he could believe. He reached for her wrists again. Her attempts to escape his grip were short lived and he had her pinned. Leaning over her, his face now close to hers, he continued. Claire didn’t look away.

“Look at you! You’ll go home soon, barely hurt! Your most severe injuries are the cuts on your palms you inflicted on yourself with your own fingernails!”

He fucked her with a new found ferocity, not driven by lust but by anger. Claire was very aware that it wasn’t arousal that was driving his body to continue, just pure defiance of the truth. She stared him down, not blinking once as she responded.

“Is that really what you think?! That not killing or mutilating me somehow absolves you?”

Mark fletched his teeth, spit dropped out of his mouth onto her chin. She didn’t care. She wouldn’t stop.

“You abducted me on my way home! Knocked me out! Imprisoned me in a basement! RAPED me, 13 times! You think giving me a water bottle afterwards and not cutting me into pieces after you’re done makes you better somehow?! Better than who?!”

Mark was panting, his hot breath blowing into Claire’s face again and again. His grip on her sore wrists tightened and started to hurt. She still had more to add.

“No, you are the worst of the worst! Just a pathetic man who can only escape the misery of his own sad, delusional life for a fleeting moment when he’s hurting a woman! That’s all you are and all you ever will be! And no act you come up with, no oh so ‘noble’ rule you make up for yourself will ever change th-!”

He slapped her face, hard, interrupting her. The sound reverberated in the room, then silence. Claire looked at him out of the corner of her eye, her head still tilted to the side. Her cheek still burned where his hand had landed. She wasn’t scared, only surprised he’d actually hit her. Evidently, he was surprised, too. He had stopped moving. Claire saw him first look at her, then at his own hand. The disbelief on his face hardened into strained anger as his open hand slowly curled into a fist. She could almost hear him cursing himself in his thoughts. He took a deep breath to compose himself, desperate not to hit her again. But she knew how much he wished to shut her up in this moment.

“You little bitch!”

He moved in close, their faces almost touching, and started moving again.

“You think you’re special somehow?!”

Claire looked at him carefully, albeit still out of the corner of her eye.

“Newsflash Claire, women get raped all the time! You think your precious cunt getting pried open before some guy’s even bought you dinner, hoping you’ll drop your panties on your own, matters?”

He stopped making sense. But the mask was finally gone for good. She took a good look at the true Mark that had finally been revealed.

“Men fucking women like you without asking is the most normal thing in the world. Has always happened, will always happen!”

He was plowing her brutally. She could only imagine that he wanted her to feel his presence as much as possible. But the movement of his almost limp dick inside her was barely noticeable. What she felt mostly was the repeated collision of their bodies, not his penis.

“But listening to you, you’d think I’m violating the entire fucking Geneva Convention on my own here! You talk as if I’m mass murdering children or committing genocide!”

Listening to his unhinged rant, Claire began to understand something.

“A monster?! Don’t make me laugh! There are so many worse people out there, sweetheart!”

His breathing became heavier, his movements ever more frantic. Claire realized that he was actually getting close.

“So don’t… Ah… put me into the same line with… Ungh… fucking Stalin… or Hitler!”

Claire didn’t respond. She just looked at him with disgust and pity. She knew he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t. Incapable of seeing himself as good, he had to at least cling to this image of himself that wasn’t irredeemable either. Just breaking his own rules with a single slap to her face had rattled him that much, punctured his fragile self-perception as the ‘humane’ rapist. She didn’t need to say anything. They both knew that he had just exposed himself.

She knew what would happen. He would come soon and after that he’d go for one more attempt some time before his arbitrary twenty-four-hour deadline. She would hate every second of it: the invasion of her body, his skin touching hers, his breath on her face, everything. She would endure, and then he would let her go, allowing him to continue lying to himself that he wasn’t as bad as other rapists.

She also had a vague idea of how this day would accompany her from now on: a lasting trauma she would have to learn how to live with, one that would never fully go away. She had no idea how long it would take her to recover. But looking at Mark, she knew one thing: No matter how dark and lonely her thoughts became over the coming years,... she would never fall so deep into despair that she would have to seek solace in the thought that at least she wasn’t Hitler.

With his face contorted in agony, Mark broke his record.
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And that was chapter 9! A shorter one for sure, but I think the quicker pacing was more fitting for the angry confrontation here. I actually rewrote the entire opening sequence once because I didn't like the first draft at all.

There are two chapters more to come that will essentially be the epilogue for the story. I hope to write those quicker. In my mind, they feel much less difficult to approach than the previous two chapters. But I will see how much I struggle with them once I start writing. It feels a little weird to have a clear end in sight for Claire's story.


edit: Especially if you're new here and made it this far, a rating and a comment are much appreciated! There is nothing better you can do to motivate an author to write more soon!

[JTCK]

Wow, what a story. Powerful language. Very hot (well, not so much in the last part ), but also a psychological study.
I've never read a rape story where I felt compassion for both the victim and the perpetrator — and almost even more for the perpetrator… at least in this last chapter.
Unique how he tries to arouse her. And how you describe his torment.

Chapter 9 - Record

With his face contorted in agony, Mark broke his record.
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A great continuation that really makes me curious about the final chapters.

[RapeU]

There's something intriguing about a rapist who doesn't really want to rape but proceeds anyway. In that case, is the rapist raping themselves?

I see Mark as someone who will continue to try and break records. If he's not caught after raping Claire he will go after someone else eventually to try and break the record he made with Claire. He's addicted to rape and doesn't know how to stop, even when he's actively suffering.

[Claire]

Very hot (well, not so much in the last part ), but also a psychological study.

I hope I don't have to explain that chapter 9 is deliberately not hot!

I want to share my thought process for the chapter a little with you. I knew that both Mark and Claire would just be tired and exhausted at this point. And coming 13 times in one day... even from a woman's perspective, my first thought is "that sounds more tiresome than fun". But for men, we are truly talking about biological limits here. I know it's not impossible. In Copenhagen there is a Masturbate-a-thon where a woman apparently managed to have 222 orgasms in one hour and a man 16. So extreme outliers do exist. But for Mark, a more or less normal man who is 30, coming this often most certainly wouldn't be fun. I imagined that at this point you can maybe still force your own body to go through the motions, but your orgasm would be reduced to a neurological and physical reflex devoid of any pleasure. So when I wrote

He wasn’t even sure whether it was accurate to call what his body did the last 3 times an orgasm. It was an experience devoid of pleasure, a half-erect cock twitching and flailing in agony, mere droplets of semen pushed from his hurting balls through his burning urethra. His body didn’t want to participate in this anymore.

The reaction I was hoping to evoke in male readers in particular was: "Dude, what the hell are you doing? Just stop, this sounds horrible!"

I know it's kind of silly to ask "What do you think as a man about this?" because that's the same as asking me what I think of these 222 orgasms in one hour. I could just say "I don't know, I never tried anything that comes even close to that and I don't want to!" But did you think "I guess this might be what coming feels like at that point...", did you recoil, did you even want to imagine this? I definitely wanted this to feel uncomfortable.

I felt compassion for both the victim and the perpetrator — and almost even more for the perpetrator

Compassion is an interesting word here. I was aiming for pity. This is the chapter that should reveal how truly pathetic Mark is, in stark contrast to his feeling of triumph at the end of chapter 5. He achieves his goal, Claire wins the psychological battle that has defined the story since chapter 6, and the record he achieves feels utterly meaningless.

There's something intriguing about a rapist who doesn't really want to rape but proceeds anyway. In that case, is the rapist raping themselves?

I would say he really wants to rape, but he wishes he could get rid of this annoying conscience that isn't indifferent to the suffering of others. But to answer your question: I think that he's violating himself, on many different levels. In this case physically, but he has also isolated himself, cut himself off from normal relationships with people. What he's doing is clearly self-destructive even when you ignore all moral concerns.

[Blue]

@Claire
Yes, the way Mark intends to break his record does indeed evoke a kind of pity. Both for the rapist and his victim. Although, for the victim, it probably seems rather ridiculous how he tries to carry out his last rape "at all costs."

Will Mark really be satisfied with the result? I'm curious about the next chapter. We'll certainly find out more there.

[JTCK]

The reaction I was hoping to evoke in male readers in particular was: "Dude, what the hell are you doing? Just stop, this sounds horrible!"

You did that very well. I almost felt physical pain while reading it…

Compassion is an interesting word here. I was aiming for pity.

That might be due to my weak expression in English. When I’m unsure — and that was the case here — I often let ChatGPT translate my German draft. In this instance, the German word “Mitleid” was first translated as “sympathy,” which I didn’t like at all. Alternatives suggested were compassion and also pity.

What I actually meant was this: Claire is such a brave, courageous, and innocent woman — the kind of person one feels genuine, heartfelt Mitleid for in that situation (even though, of course, I greatly enjoy the story). With Mark, on the other hand, I almost physically suffer along with him — you describe so vividly what he puts himself through just to break his record that I briefly wondered whether you might not be a woman after all

And yes, Mark really is pathetic in this chapter.

[Claire]

@Claire
Yes, the way Mark intends to break his record does indeed evoke a kind of pity. Both for the rapist and his victim. Although, for the victim, it probably seems rather ridiculous how he tries to carry out his last rape "at all costs."

Will Mark really be satisfied with the result? I'm curious about the next chapter. We'll certainly find out more there.

Thank you, I hope it won't take that long this time!

You did that very well. I almost felt physical pain while reading it…

Thanks, always happy to make you feel uncomfortable.

With Mark, on the other hand, I almost physically suffer along with him — you describe so vividly what he puts himself through just to break his record that I briefly wondered whether you might not be a woman after all

That's high praise and really interesting. I apologize in advance, but I will go off on a long tangent now.

I observed a pattern in some discussions we had on the forum here. It seems like especially men view writing a character of the other gender as a particularly hard challenge, especially when they are writing in first person. And that is fascinating to me. And I see that sentiment reflected in your comment, too. I also had several conversations with @Writers_Bloque in chat where he was interested in whether I could provide him some unique female perspective.

Personally, I think that this type of thinking is harmful to your own writing. When I write a male character, I don't think much about whether my depiction of him feels particulary masculine or not. Unless I'm explicitly writing about myself, I will always write about characters who are different from me. I think it is helpful to treat the difference in gender the same as any other difference there might be. Why should the experience of being a man be less accessible to my imagination than the experience of being a woman who is 20 centimeters taller than me? I think once you start to think about your characters like that you will find that writing a character with another gender than your own is no more difficult than writing any other character who isn't you.

Of course, your own lived experience is a great source to draw upon. But I write about characters who are very different from me all the time. For example, Eleanor from Späte Genugtuung is a very tall kickboxer. I'm neither tall nor do I know any martial arts. Early on in chapter 2 in Späte Genugtuung there is a scene where she chooses a very girly outfit to make herself seem less imposing to men who might feel intimidated by her physical presence. Despite Eleanor and me both being women, that is an experience that is unique to her. I simply don't have the physique to come across as physically imposing. It would probably be very funny if I tried to do that! What is partially taken from my own and many womens' lived experience is the careful navigation around male egos that is reflected in Eleanor's choice to dress girly to downplay her physical prowess.

Once you view gender specific differences through that same lens and not as some unique problem for your imagination, writing characters of another gender becomes much easier. For example, I don't know what it's like to be a 2 meter tall guy, but I guess that very tall, physically imposing men who don't want to come across as threatening might regulate their own body language a lot. And in this way, I also think about Mark when I write him as a character.

And what I don't know, I do some research on. I looked up whether there are recorded orgasm records for men. I gave ChatGPT part of what I wrote and had it check whether that makes sense, like could his testicles actually hurt from coming too much? That was something I wasn't sure about for example. It was obvious to me that his penis would hurt because at some point the friction would just be too much, like for any other body part that's used too much. But his testicles weren't directly touched at all, they just went through these contractions during orgasm over and over. And I wondered: Would that be enough at some point to start hurting? Like muscle fatique maybe? And apparently the answer is yes and so I included that in the description.

Fun fact: One of the things I did the most research on was... how to throw a basketball correctly. If you read Späte Genugtuung, then you know that in the final chaper there is a scene where one character teaches another on how to throw a basketball. It's a very intimitate, sensual scene. And I was so scared that I would ruin it by getting the technicalities of throwing the ball correctly wrong. Because I haven't touched a basketball since I was... 15 maybe? I don't even remember at this point... Anyway, I started reading tutorials, watched YouTube videos and had ChatGPT read critically the words I put into the character's mouth.