Finally Going Through With It

[TorturedTHOT]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.



He’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like years. In reality it had only taken a couple of months for his fantasies to spiral into action. She was no model, not even someone that drew particular attention in a crowded room. But for her age, mid thirties, she was in good shape and tattooed all over. All it took was one mistake, drinking a little too much and crashing on his couch to ignite him. He’d prowled some of the darkest corners of the internet to explore his fantasies and his failure to take advantage that night and it had only emboldened him further, strangers convincing him that he truly did fuck up, and that he would have gotten away with it.

Almost six months to the day after her first “mistake,” a mistake she was completely oblivious to. It happened again. But he was a different man this time around, and he wasn’t going to miss. Within an hour of her passing out on his couch he sent out the first wave of pictures, attracting attention on anonymous boards. A simple picture. An average married woman in her thirties who has way too much to drink completely out on the couch, a small blanket hardly covering her. It didn’t take much encouragement for the next picture to ditch the blanket.

He used the anonymous strangers to push him forward, to keep his courage up. A picture with his cock out inches away from her face. A pictures with her leggings rolled down her thick thighs, exposing her best asset, her fat ass, covered with, to be completely frank, a slutty leopard print thong that split her tattooed ass cheeks. That one choice, to wear a provocative thong that she never intended for anyone to see that night melted any sympathy those strangers could’ve had for her, exactly like her wanted.

The next round of pictures, her top pulled up, exposing her small tits and another one of her mistakes, the choice not to wear a bra on a casual night out. Dozens upon dozens of strangers saw her small bare tits, her nipples pierced to go along with the aesthetic. At this point he could’ve stopped her profound violation and likely completely gotten away with it. But the train was so far off the rails and all anyone was calling for was full on rape.

He responded to the nearly identical messages; “I’ve got zip ties and a ball gag, should I use them first?” It was the most rhetorical of questions as he’d bought the zip ties and ball gag for this exact moment. He didn’t even wait for the answers as he got to work. She was out, out. As he rolled those leggings away and zipped up her knees and ankles. He was able to yank the top away from her and zip tie her wrists behind her back. And for the coup de grace, he massaged her cheeks to open up her mouth just enough and he forced the bright red ball gag between her lips, tightly latching it behind her head.

The next round of pictures sat in stark juxtaposition to the first, with her stripped down just to the leopard print thong. All wrapped up face down on the mouth. The slowly growing pain in her jaw probably would have been enough to wake her up, but no one was waiting for that. He’d positioned himself behind that lovely fat ass, taking one last picture with his hard cock resting on her ass, the calm before the storm. He didn’t need anymore encouragement as her spit on his cock, smacked her fat ass, leaving a handprint, and pulled that perilous thong down. He went right in for her asshole, her tight, unaware asshole. Pushing through the dry hole with his hardly lubricated cock. He expected this, craved it, any pleasure he was missing out on was paid back sevenfold knowing how bad it’d be for her.

In an instant, the almost dozen shots of tequila he’d pressured her into seemed to disappear as she jolted to consciousness with a cock forced up her ass. None of it even seemed real, her jaw ached, her arms and legs seemed paralyzed, and the hole she’d only let one shitty boyfriend use on prom night was being stretched. She couldn’t comprehend any of it. “Ugghh, guukkkk,” she choked on the red rubber. He pulled out his phone taking a short video as he thrust in and out of her ass, capturing her shocked inaction, the bright red hand print on her ass, the cock sliding in and out. He sent it out to everyone while continuing to rape her ass, confirming the fact that he hardly even saw her as human.

The reactions could’ve been predictable, shocked jubilation that he’d actually gone through with it. But one message sent him even further. “That’s it? You know this whore deserves worse, twist those slutty nipple piercings like a bottle cap.” And so her complied, reaching down and groping her little tit as she slowly became more aware, her muffled cries bouncing off the walls. He squeezed it like a stress ball, dug his fingernails in like he wanted to tear it apart, and finally, he latched onto her nipple piercing slowly and agonizingly twisting it in his fingers.

“MMMFFFFFFF!” She screamed, tears streaking down her cheeks. “Keep screaming cunt,” he laughed as she squirmed and thrashed like an animal. He kept slowly pumping her asshole, dry and raw as he slowly twisted the piercing, 180 degrees, then 360 degrees, he roughly pulled on it as if he wanted to rip her little tit apart. He was in heaven, she was in hell as he continued to rape her ass, feeling himself building up.

“PPLLLLSSS SSSSTTPPP!” She begged, which only brought him closer. In what might have seemed like the only act of mercy to his “friend” he pulled out and exploded all over her ass cheeks and the small of her back. He let out an incredible sigh as his cock slowly melted in his hand. She wailed into the couch, her body glazed by a man she trusted. He took his time, catching his breath before snapping another picture of the scene and sending it out. He found her purse, produced her license and stuck it to the small of her back like a tramp stamp, glued in place with his cum. He took another picture, sending out her uncensored license with her full name and address.

As one final act of betrayal he wrote her phone number right over her license in sharpie and sent out the picture. He was finally done documenting it all for the near 40 anonymous strangers that had been following every step. He knelt down right next to her still crying face. “Look at me,” he ordered. Her eyes were closed as tears continued to pour. He gave her a sharp smack on the cheek, “I said look at me bitch.” He smiled sadistically at his broken “friend.”

“Let’s make the rest of this really simple. I can either rape your cunt and fill you up. Or we can end this. I’ll cut off the zip ties, take out the ball gag. You’ve just gotta do a couple of things for me. First off, you’re going home in the thong and nothing else, but before that, you’re gonna oink like the fucking pig you are for me.” He explained it to her methodically. A fresh set of tears exploded from his victim. “So, you gonna be a good girl for the first time in your life?” He asked. She slowly nodded her head ‘yes.’

Two minutes later and he was a man of his word, the zip ties were cut away, the slobbery ball gag was removed as she slowly got up to her feet, pulling up her thong as she stood on shaky legs, still uncontrollably sobbing. He turned his camera on her. “Now.” He ordered. She drew deep, troubled breaths, her arms crossed over her bare little tits. “O-oink, o-oink.” She said the words, not trying to mimic the animal at all. He reached forward and smacked her arms away from her tits. “Like a fucking pig, unless you wanna go face down on the couch again bitch.” He threatened.

With her tits exposed, and her dignity a distant memory she complied. “Hnnnk, hnnnk,” she squealed mimicking the sound of a pig as he filmed her. She did it one more time for good measure. “Look at this fucking pig,” he taunted, talking more to the camera than her. “Now get the fuck out of here.” He demanded. Dressed in just her thong like he’d stipulated, she hurriedly gathered her bag and scurried for the door, he filmed it all, zooming in on her fat ass as she did. “Talk about a walk of shame whore,” he taunted with a laugh. And then she was gone. He heard her car start up and speed away. He sent out the last video of her, oinking like a pig under duress and turned off his phone.

He laid his head down to sleep, fully expecting to be woken up by the sound of police at his door, but instead he slept in late, waking up to the serene scene of sunlight flodding the room. He kept waiting for the other shoe to fall but it didn’t. Almost two weeks later he finally got a call. The next day he was attending his “friend’s” funeral. No one could believe it and no one knew why she did it. He was a little unsure himself. Was it the profound betrayal of that night that had just completely ruined her? Was it the almost 40 deranged strangers that had been sending her non stop reminders of that night? Was it the one stranger that was threatening to blackmail her with her own rape? Was it the dozens of strangers with her address threatening to make it all seem like foreplay? Was it the edited pictures of her with a snout and a curly tail? It was a genuine mystery.

He spoke at her funeral, he even used eye drops to get the water works going. That night, well after midnight he looked at a mutual friend through his old pal, blackout drunk on the very same couch, her face resting next to the mascara stain he never bothered to clean up. He snapped a picture and sent it out. “Dressed in black for a pig’s funeral. Round 2?”

[RapeU]

Interesting concept to have people online egg our antihero on. The story didn't do much for me, mostly because I'm not into anal when the opposite end is much better. But I could see people who enjoy anal enjoying this story.

You forgot to add the short tag since it's a short story. I added it for you

And, welcome to the forum :D

[TorturedTHOT]

Interesting concept to have people online egg our antihero on. The story didn't do much for me, mostly because I'm not into anal when the opposite end is much better. But I could see people who enjoy anal enjoying this story.

You forgot to add the short tag since it's a short story. I added it for you

And, welcome to the forum :D

Thank you!

[SoftGameHunter]

Start with a mod note: you also forgot the Finished tag. I added that too. All stories have to have a length tag, language tag, finished status, and consent or NC. No worries since you're new here. The only hard no-no is underaged material.

Okay, cool story. It's a bit bizaroland that this guy keeps attracting women to pass out on his couch and that he doesn't even try to cover his tracks. But if my stories were judged on realism, I'd be laughed off the island fast. He's a bad friend, so it's too bad these gals aren't picking up the bad vibes you'd think he sends out, but bad decisions are part of life. Points for sending her home naked (or close enough.)

[Lucius]

An unusual story, but perhaps well-suited to our Age of ... Connectivity.

... She was no model, not even someone that drew particular attention in a crowded room. But for her age, mid thirties, she was in good shape and tattooed all over.

Not sure that's a plus.