A Case of Rape

by Shaman

Clark is so predictable. I can't believe how consistent his patterns are. After one month I could predict within a couple of minutes where he was going to be. I stayed on him another month just to make sure. Besides I was having my fun anyway. I would shadow him for 4-5 hours everyday always altering my pattern and the hours. Then I would go home, take a hot relaxing dip in the tub with a glass of wine and masturbate myself to several orgasms dreaming of how I was going to possess him.

I know everything about Clark's life. I even know when he goes to the bathroom. I have lots of photos and know every intimate detail. He is quite a handsome man. Six feet, dark thick hair, lean body. He wears expensive clothes. He has great taste. His girlfriend is a tall blond. I nicknamed her Legs. She is the same height as he is and looks like a long legged model. His biggest secret is that he spends his alone time nude. He comes home from work, takes off all his clothes and spends the entire evening nude. He sure likes to checkout his manhood a lot. I have some great pics of his crotch. He goes to sleep wearing nothing but a smile. He has a good-sized cock and he is not circumcised. In some of my domination fantasies, I dream of giving him a circumcision and then fucking him afterward, listening to his pleas of pain. I couldn't really do it, but in my dreams it's doable. My pussy sure likes those domination dreams.

Clark likes to dominate L. She allows it most of the time. I have not seen him hit her, but I can tell by her facial expression that his demeaning words cut her hard and make her feel inferior. He has his way with her sexually. He fucks her hard in lots of different positions aimed at making it uncomfortable for her and maximum pleasure for him. Ir really bothers me to watch when he demeans her this way. He really likes to place her on her head with her hips in the air and her legs over her head. He enters her almost vertically and shoves her head into the carpet as he pounds her with his manhood. Lately he is getting into light BDSM. He makes her strip and wear a doggie collar with a chain. He has a crop, but so far has not applied it to her skin. He has tied her up with a nylon rope and in the process tied her tits so tight that they were heavily bruised for more than a week. L is a smallish B cup and he had all but her nipples encapsulated inside of a coil of rope around each breast. Her nipples turned a dark blue and he left her tied that way for a long time. She winced every time he touched her, which was almost continuously because he knew she was in pain.

He jerks her down to the floor with the chain and holds her by the hair and has her suck his cock till he is ready to fuck her. Many times he just crams it in her without bothering to make sure she is lubricated. I can't understand why she stays. But then I can. Like her I want to possess this man. When he is nice they make passionate love and she falls deeper and deeper in love with him. He will be sorry for the humiliation that he has put her through.

Tomorrow night I will strike. I have prepared my basement for him. He has no escape and I will play out my fantasies on him. By the time I am done he will never treat anyone roughly again.

My plan worked perfectly. He left for his walk at 9:00pm. 50 minutes later he entered the yard. When he left for his walk my black sedan eased in beside his BMW in his garage I got the codes for his garage door opener. He came through the yard I pulled him in the garage at gunpoint, blindfolded, cuffed and stuffed him in the trunk. Then I raised the door and out in a flash down the alley and onto the freeway. I drove him around for an hour to get him confused before going to my home and depositing him in the basement. He received an injection to make him sleep. When he woke up a day later he was groggy and off center. He found himself chained to his bed like a dog. He had on an ankle bracelet and a doggie collar chained him to the bed. He had enough slack to move about the 15 by 15 room, but the ankle bracelet keeps him moving slow and the doggie chain keeps him from the door. He is blindfolded for now and I removed all of his clothes. I wear a leather mask covering my head and a red wig whenever I go into the basement to protect my identity. I popped my crop several times to intimidate him. I set down the rules and left. I have a TV monitor in my study so I can keep and eye on him.

The next night, I went in and questioned him on the rules. He received a whip with the crop every time he couldn't remember the rules. He had several red welts when I placed him on his knees in front of me and forced him to eat my pussy standing up. After a long struggle he finally got me off. He was spitting and cussing me when I left his room. He was so humiliated that a woman had abducted him. I laughed at him and added my own ridicule to make him feel worse. For a week he either ate me out or used his fingers to get me off. I told him, as I left, that I would shave my pussy for him to make it easier. After a week he was loosing his will to resist and was very unsettled. I removed his blindfold as I left his room on the seventh evening. I began to slip viagra into his meals. He seemed to brighten up with the blindfold off and he began to search for a way out. I didn't return the next night and he seemed to reconcile that there was no way out. He knows that if something happens to me, he is doomed to starvation, because I don't carry a key to his collar with me and there is no escape except through me. On the sparse diet that I am feeding him he is beginning to loose strength. I entered his room the next night and he resisted my demands. After several blows with the whip, I was able to physically push him over on his bed and straddled him with my pussy in his face. After some tussling, he began to eat me. I have to say the power I felt over him was so extraordinary. I had the best orgasm riding his tongue. I watched his cock rise and get stiff as he ate me. I leaned over and caressed it an had it standing erect by the time he finished me. When I came down form my high I straddled his cock and pushed straight down on it burying him to the hilt. I was looking straight into his eyes as I slammed against his pelvis. He tried every thing he could to relax and make his cock shrink, but the viagra was working to keep him erect and I finally felt him enlarge like he was on the verge of having an orgasm. I stopped and demeaned him by telling him he was not to have any pleasure. He was very agitated to say the least. By the time I left, he was calling me a bitch; "he never would get off on me". I laughed in his face and said, "There's no resisting your keeper" as I rolled off the bed and walked out. He paced the floor for most of an hour fighting mad and talking to himself. He kept repeating, why could you let yourself be captured by a woman. I could tell he was humiliated. The next day I arranged a dinner for the two of us. I set up a table with candles in his room, flowers and a nice meal with wine. He reluctantly made small talk with me as we ate, but he knew the rules. Talk back or refuse and your reward will be removed. He wanted that nice steak. I told him he was becoming quite a lover and I like ridding his cock. He didn't say much, but I could tell his temper was getting the best of him. When I removed the meal and came back to him, I whispered in his ear what I wanted him to do for me. I stood in front of him bending at the waist and waited for him to kiss my pussy. I soon felt his warm breath on my ass and he began to lick. I was getting quite hot, when I motioned for him to lick my ass. He said no, but his tongue began to move toward my sphincter. I placed two fingers in my pussy to keep it warm while he ringed my opening and finally worked his tongue in my ass. It felt so good. Finally he placed his index finger in my ass and I began to rock back and forth on its length. I was getting close to orgasm when I pulled off and had him stand up. I took his cock in my mouth and deep throated him several times to get him extra hard. Then I bent over in front of him and demanded he fuck me. He hesitated a long while before I felt him at my entrance. I stood still and forced him to push it in. He did and began to slowly work in and out. I tightened my muscles for all I had getting myself off in the process. But I was trying my best to make him cum. He pulled out finally and I demanded that he put it back in and not to remove it unless I told him to. I cropped him around the knees from my bent over position. He didn't comply until I raked the whip over his back leaving a red mark. I could feel it in his loins as he began to mentally try to not orgasm. That's when I bent over grabbing my ankles and completely relaxed letting the head of his cock bury against my cervix signaling his cock to fill me. He lasted longer than I expected, but finally I felt the first spurt of cum hit my cervix. He was panting hard as he emptied into my womb. I had another orgasm visualizing how he was filling me with his wonderful cum. I kept his cock inside me until it fell out, then I left him. Too bad that I started my period that night. My ultimate goal was for him to impregnate me. Within ten days, I would be ready.

I get so horny when I'm on my period. At 6:00 am I had some bad cramps that woke me, so I went to the basement and woke Clark. He had his morning hard on when I woke him up. I had him roll over in the bed and I sucked him off for a while and then sat hard on his cock. I rode him hard for ten minutes, grinding my cervix against the head of his cock. Finally I had a great orgasm and I pulled off and went back to bed. I left him all bloody with an erect cock. I could tell he was frustrated, but I had to keep humiliating him. I had him fuck me several times during the day without a climax for him. That night after dinner I let him fill me with cum.

Most of the week flew by working and fucking Clark at night. On the weekend I left him alone and only went down to the basement to feed him. On Sunday he began to ask if he had done something wrong. The isolation was having an effect on him. I just smiled and told him I was saving his cum for a special event. He looked at me with a quizzical expression, and then I dropped the bombshell on him. I whispered in his ear that he was going to impregnate me. He spit and said "never, I will never do that for you". He was screaming by the time he finished the sentence. I said, "we'll see" and walked out. I was measuring my temperature and knew in five days I would be ovulating. I wanted him to be over full with cum for me then. So Friday I took the day off and had breakfast with Clark. He seemed to be calmed down, but I could tell he was going to resist. I cleaned away breakfast and gave him a copy of the paper. Up until know he was isolated from the world and gobbled up the paper. I thought this might soften him up a bit. I whispered that there would be more goodies if he fucked me good. He spit at me, and said never. So I stood and took off my clothes in front of him. He didn't know it but he had just had two viagra in his milk and coffee. I had him stand and it took about three sucks on his cock for him to be fully erect. I bent over in front of him and ordered him to fuck me. He resisted and it took the whip several blows to get him started. He was very hard. I let him fuck me without moving for a long time, and then I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, so I thrust into him. But Clark began to retract his cock when I thrust into him. I told him not to resist, but he did. He got me off twice without letting go. I finally pulled off. He was so hard, harder than I had ever seen him before. I sucked him off, but stopped for fear that he would intentionally orgasm in my mouth. I waited about 15 minutes and started again. I couldn't believe his staying power. We must have fucked for ten minutes, and nothing. I did feel his cock grow inside me twice like he was going to cum, but he resisted somehow and the feeling went away.

After lunch I got on top of him on the floor and ground my pelvis against his for a long while. I started telling him to fuck mommy harder, make a baby in her. He was pissed, but somehow I was getting through the hatred and stimulating his inner manhood, the part of him that wanted to do it to me was growing. Finally he said, "Shiiiittt, and thrust his hips up into me and exploded his cum. I thrust hard against his pelvis pinning him to the floor. I could feel his cum going deep in my womb. After all that fucking and resisting, he had a lot of cum to give and kept soaking my insides with shot after shot. As I sat on top of him relishing the cum flowing deep inside me, I could tell he was really mad that he had done it. I leaned over and kissed his face. I whispered, "that should do mommy just fine". He spit at me again, but deep in his eyes I could see a hint of satisfaction. Later that night I made a bed on the floor and demanded that he fuck me. He finally started and I demanded that he hold me tight around the waist and fuck me hard. He did and even though he resisted, he did fill me with cum again while I looked deeply into his eyes. I made him sit on the edge of the bed and bent over in his face and made him watch his cum leak from my pussy. I kept reminding him that his cum was making me a baby. He just hung his head and looked away. I kept after him for more than a week, then tapered off. Two weeks later I tried a home pregnancy test. It turned out negative. A week later I had a strong period. I bled really hard and had lots of cramps. When I ovulated I was laying under Clark with my hips high in the air. He shot into me hard over and over again. By now he would do anything I asked of him. I told him as soon as the pregnancy test was positive; I would let him go. Two weeks later the window turned blue and a week went by and no period. I was so proud. I thing Clark was too in his own way.

I drugged him heavily and took him to his apartment. I left him covered in a blanket, inside his garage. I watched him for a week. But he never contacted the police. I guess he was too humiliated to tell anyone. He certainly has been a different person since I let him go. He watches his backside all the time. He has no clue who I am. I walked by him twice last week and he had no reaction. I even said pardon me on the elevator in his office building. At six months I was showing really well and I rode the elevator in his building with him several times, but he didn’t react. So I am home free. His girlfriend is back and he treats her different. I can tell she likes him more now. I left him several notes about my progress and that I was watching him. He better treat his girlfriend right or else I would capture him again. The note really shook him up for days.