Accidently Rapes

A woman tired of being teased and called boring explores a service her friend talked about. Her inexperiance causes a horrible misunderstanding now shes fucke

Jess is my best friend; we've known each other for years. We even work at the same coffee shop. We even kinda look like sisters. She’s just a little shorter than me.

She's blonde and has deep emerald eyes. She has a nice athletic build, wide hips, and really long legs. Her ass is the only thing I'm legitimately jealous of. Oh, and her enjoyment of anal.
She's always mocked me for that. I've tried it once, but the pain was too much.

“Have you tried out my present yet?” Jess says with a smile on her face.

The tiny pink butt plug.

“No! I threw it out!” I say, embarrassed.

“You did not! You're probably wearing it now. Bend over and show me!” She grins.

“Oh yeah, why don't you show everyone your fucking asshole! Slut!” I say mockingly.

I see something change in her eyes.

“You fucking want to!” I yell out. “You fucking freak.” I say with a smile.

Customers freeze and look at us giggling like schoolgirls.

“There's a lot of things I want to do and have done!” She winks at me.

“Oh, what's the craziest thing you've done?” I ask in curiosity.

“You first, Miss Missionary!” She says as an insult.

“I do more than just lay there! I got tied up once!” I say proudly.

“Have you ever been raped?” She says too quickly.

We both just sit there for a moment.

“Uhm… have you?” I say, concerned for my friend.

“Oh god, not like that! No, like hot rape. Well, I mean, like you want it! God, I don't know how to explain it!” She stammers, looking for the words.

“You can have hot rape?” I ask, somewhat interested.

“I mean, like you arrange it. It's, like, professional.” She whispers.

“Professional! What the fuck?” I'm astonished by where this conversation is going. “How do you even set that up?”

“Oh, you just have to look up something like 'kidnapping rape services.' But you have to spell it backwards!” Her eyes drift away from me, and a private smile pulls at her lips. Then she catches herself. “Oh, um, yeah, don’t do it. It’s pretty rough for someone as vanilla as you.” She sticks her tongue out at me.

“I do weird stuff too!” I protest.

“Fred was just teasing you last week for being a pillow princess.” She says, not knowing that it hurt my feelings.

“Fred's cheating on me.” I say sadly.

“What the fuck! What do you mean?” She yells out.

“Hey, it's time to get back to work, and if you yell 'fuck' one more time, you're fucking fired.” Our manager yells over the counter at us.

All of the customers are at a loss about what just happened. Several people abandon the line and leave.

“He's a piece of shit.” I say, walking back behind the counter.

The rest of the day passes normally.

“Bye, slut! Try not to get raped!” I yell across the dark, empty parking lot at my friend.

“Are you stupid? Shhhhh!” she yells back at me, concerned and embarrassed.

I get in my car. “Good, you should be embarrassed.” I say to myself.

DING

Fred: I'm breaking up with you.

What the fuck?

“Fuck this bitch!” I yell out before pressing the call button.

“I don't want to-”

“What, you're fucking dumping me to go fuck that fat bitch Sally?”

“Abby, that's not-”

“No, fuck you! I know you're fucking her, and you're a piece of shit!” I yell, throwing it all on the table.

“That's not wh-” I cut him off again.

“I don't want to fucking hear it. We're done. Fuck you!” I say stupidly.

He yells out, “Okay, first off, fuck you. I dumped you. Second, at least Sally isn't a fucking board that just fucking lays there, you dumb cunt. Third of all, shave your pussy; that shit's gross!”

“You kno-”

Click

He hangs up on me.

“Fuck! Piece of fucking shit!”

I throw my phone across the passenger seat.

“Vanilla.”

“Pillow princess.”

“Fucking a board.” I scream with increased rage in the dark parking lot.

I snatch the phone back up.

Jess thinks I’m boring. Fred thinks I’m boring.

I’ll fucking show them.

I click the top bar: “Kidnapping rape services.”

“A group of men released from custody after providing a kidnapping rape service to a young woman.” Article after article of this same story pops up.

“Can consent be withdrawn after requesting rape?” Another article catches my eye.

“Shit, backwards.” I remember, pulling myself away from the headlines.

“gnippandik epar secivres”

“Oh my god.” I gasp at my screen.

A whole network of professional services.

Prices attached. Hundreds, even thousands.

One listing charges extra for scheduling an experience for a “friend.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

Whatever. I don’t want anyone else involved.

“Free professional fantasy service.” I click the link.

Free kidnapping and rape.

Fill out the form.

Send your info.

E-sign.

Consent to video distribution.

“Video distribution? Who would watch me getting ‘raped’? Whatever.”

BEGIN INTAKE

I click the blue words.

Please fill out the questions.

How many men?

I start to count my past partners and choose “D,” more than 10.

“Very strange. What if I were a lesbian?” I question out loud.

Any markings?

I choose yes. I have a tattoo on my wrist.

Anal?

I've tried it. I choose yes.

Genital piercing?

I think nipples count. Me and Jess got them together last year. Yes.

Do you want dogs?

I would love a puppy! I click yes.

Submit

I click the large button.

This page cannot be modified after submission. Please reread all answers.

“Jess is going to flip.” I giggle and screenshot my answers with the company name at the top.

Elite Noncon

“Such a silly name and questions.”

I send my ID and a picture of my face. Then I click the consent for video distribution.
“They want $10,000 or a silly video! That's crazy.” I continue talking to myself.

SUBMIT

I click the button. “By submitting, you confirm that your selections are accurate and authorize activation of the requested experience. Once activated, requests cannot be modified or canceled.”

AUTHORIZE REQUEST

Click

Install app

“What the fuck? Must be part of the service.”

I click through the install screens.

“See you soon, Abby,” a voice says through my phone.

I drop it.

Rapidly, the screen starts moving.

Contacts.

Messages.

Gallery.

Search history.

I try calling Jess.

“Airplane mode activated.”

I turn it back off. As soon as the bars come back, the airplane symbol returns.

I go to throw my phone out the window.

“Jess needs the picture! Fuck!” I lock my phone and race to her apartment.

“Jess! Jess!” I pound on her door.

Jess opens the door, hiding behind it. “Abby!”

I run into the room. “Jess, I did something bad!” This time, my phone unlocks without resistance. I delete the app. Then go to my gallery.

I hand Jess my phone. She closes the door, hiding her naked body from the world.

“Abby, what the fuck did you do!” Jess screams.

“What's going on?” Fred comes out in a panic.

“Jess, what the fuck!” I scream and break down.

“Fred, get the fuck out now!” Jess yells. “You can hate me in 5 minutes. Do you know what these questions are?”

“Uhm, fuck, god, fuck you! It's a fucking about-me section!” I say, flustered and angry.

“Oh my god… No, these are what you requested done to you…” Jess says in terror.

“What do you mean?” I panic.

“Okay, so you said you want to be fucked by more than 10 guys.” Jess says, wincing.

“Oh my god, no!” I say, beginning to ball up.

“Hold on, Abby. You really fucked up. You consented to being whipped and beaten, being ass-fucked, having your pussy pierced. Oh my god, Abby, why did you say yes to dogs!” She says in shock.

“I thought it was asking if I wanted dogs one day! Who fucks dogs!” I say, crying hysterically.
“Holy shit, prim and proper vanilla Abby is going to get fucked by a dog!” Fred begins laughing.
Jess turns on Fred angrily.

“If you don't get the fuck out of here now, I will make sure you get charged with rape! Cameras saw you sneaking into my house, and I have your cum in my bloody, bruised ass!” Jess yells out to my ex-boyfriend.

“Fuck you!” He yells and runs out of the house.

“Sorry, that was really graphic.” Jess apologizes to me.

“What the fuck do I do, Jess!” I scream out.

“Fuck, I don't know.” She studies the name. “I used these guys once. Nothing like what you’re about to go through.” Her eyes drift with the memory before she notices my face. The warmth disappears. “But it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. It's a 3-day session, and they use the video as payment, unless you paid the fee.” She tells me I'm fucked.

Literally.

“Why don't you still use them?” I whimper out between sobs.

“The only reason I don't use them anymore is because I don't like not having a safeword. They always push you too far on purpose, and they refuse to let you even make a safeword. It's good for clicks and makes it feel real.” She says dismissively and rolls her eyes.

“Well, it is real!” I scream. “When can I expect to get fucking ass-raped by 10 men and a fucking dog!”

“Oh, well, it won't happen all at once. First, the guys will kidnap you. They will strip you down. They will treat you real rou-”

“Jess! Fucking focus!” I scream, catching her hand going between her legs. “You think this is funny, don't you!”

“No! Not funny… but kinda hot.” Jess says, now openly masturbating, trying to take the edge off of the situation.

“Fuck you, Jess!” I scream while storming out.

“Are you ready?” She yells to me before I slam the door.

“No, I'm not ready to get kidnapped and raped, Jess!” I yell while neighbors stare at the scene in confusion.

Jess comes out of the door naked. “Well, you might want to get ready. Want help?” She smirks, running her finger down my chest.

“Fuck you!” I say pointedly before storming off.

“Hope you enjoy the dog cock in your ass, slut!” She yells through the hall. My face turns red as I run out of the building.

Three days later

“My-” I stop before reading the rest of the cup aloud.

MY TURN

Is this it?

The website isn't fake.

A man steps up to the counter.

“I believe that’s mine.”

He smirks as I silently hand him the cup.

“Have a nice day, sir…” I say hesitantly.

“Oh, we will have a great day.” He says, turning away from me and walking out of the store.
“Jess, that was him.” I whisper.

“This is the fucking sixth guy you've said is going to rape you! That's a normal-ass guy.” She says, rolling her eyes. Then she gets a wicked smile. “Oh, do you think he has a big cock?” She says loudly, still angry with me.

“Shut the fuck up!” I throw my apron off. “Fuck you all!” I yell as I storm out of the building.

I get in my car and begin to cry. “Fuck this shit! I'm so tired of being scared.” I throw my car into drive and pull out of the parking lot.

I drive down the road, and I see three large SUVs following me.

I turn down a side street, trying to lose them. They keep up.

I turn again. Then again.

Two SUVs remain in my mirror.

By the time I realize the third one is no longer behind me, something slams into my car.

The crash isn't enough to deploy my airbags.

My head is spinning, and I hear ringing.

Rough hands open my door.

“Call the police and get the accident report started,” I hear a familiar voice say.

“You can have me all three days too if you remove the dog.” Jess passes me as they drag me from the car. She slides behind my wheel and adjusts the seat. Then retrieves my insurance card.

“No, we can only remove the whipping. Tell your friend to read carefully next time. Oh, and it's dogs.” The man from the damaged SUV says with a smile.

“Jess.” I whisper as I'm being carried away.

“You'll be okay, Abby! I did what I could to help!” Jess says sadly.

The bag drops over my head. Tape tightens across my mouth through the fabric, then binds my arms and legs.

I begin to sob and try to thrash to escape my abductors.

At the first lull in my kicking, they shove me into a cage. Metal wire rattles around me as I thrash.
Something sharp bites into my neck.

Cold spreads beneath my skin. Nausea rolls through me.

The faint light filtering through the hood disappears.

When I wake, the hood is gone.

I can't look around. My head is roughly pressed against a cold metal surface.

I have a collar and chain holding my neck still.

This smells like my old storage unit.

It's stuffy.

“Hello!” I yell out.

An echo.

Is it a warehouse?

I can’t look down or move enough to feel for clothing.

There’s one stupid way to find out.

I bear down, hoping fabric will catch it.

The warmth collects in my pubic hair and wicks down it like a faucet.

The uneven floor makes the urine rush across the cold steel into my face.

“That was not my plan!” At least I know I'm naked now.

Now I'm face down in a puddle of my warm piss, in some dirty warehouse, with my naked ass up in the air.

Footsteps on the concrete assault my ears.

“Please, just let me go! I made a mistake!” I cry out.

“Oh, we know. That's what will make this livestream the best ever!” The man says calmly.

“Livestream!” I scream.

“You're not a very good reader, are you?” He asked me.

“I was just upset when I filled everything out!” I'm openly crying now.

“Yes, and you consented to being raped for 3 days straight!” He is moving around me.

“This is real rape, you know!” I say, scared.

He adjusts something behind me.

“You signed the form, and we have amazing lawyers. Oh, and it'll look really bad accusing us of rape when you're getting paid.”

A light turns on.

“Paid?” I say, puzzled.

“Twenty-five percent of everything the stream earns after the first ten thousand.” The man runs his finger down my naked back.

I shiver at his touch.

“You think you’re going to make ten thousand dollars off me?” I laugh.

He turns a monitor toward me.

20,000 LIVE VIEWERS

$5,000 DONATED

“That’s from you lying here for three hours.” He says with a grin. “We titled the stream 'Accidentally Raped!'”

“Please don't do this!” I beg.

Then I hear very loud footsteps.

“Are we fucking ready? They’re already hitting the site. You want them to crash the fucking servers again? Start the show. They’re getting angry.” I can't see the man, but he speaks with an accent. It sounds angry. I think it's Russian.

Woof

Woof

I begin to sob.

“No! No, fuck you!” I try to thrash!

“Come, boy. This one isn’t for you! You think I’d let my fucking dog touch that nasty hairy piss soaked pussy?” His footsteps move away. Claws click rapidly across the concrete after him.
“Oh, I’m too dirty for a fucking dog now!” I scream.

Footsteps stop.

I hear the powerful tail thudding against the floor rapidly.

“You know what!” I hear a voice boom across the warehouse.

“That dirty fucking mouth just got you in trouble. Up, Rex!”

The table begins to rock beneath me.

“No, I’m fucking sorry! Please, no!” Panic tears through me.

Footsteps sound like thunder in my ears as multiple people come running.

“Get in position!” The man with the thick accent yells.

The screen on the livestream changes. The main camera is showing my pink pussy spread open. Between my two meaty, hairy lips are wet ribbons of pink, aroused lines leading down to a swollen nub.

The rough tongue of the dog flicks the nub, and my body jolts forward. I feel my nipples tug against bindings I didn't know were there.

“Fuck, what the fuck was that! What's on my tits?” No one answers me.

Without the ability to escape, the dog continues its assault on my blistering hot sex.
Did they give me something?

Or am I just this horny?

“God, fuck! Keep going!” I whisper.

The chat begins to light up.

“Look at that fuck hair!”

“The whore loves it!”

“Wait till the knot!”

$7,358 DONATED

34,964 LIVE VIEWERS

My eyes shut in embarrassment. I just focus on my furry lover eating my cute pussy and trying not to cum in front of this horrible audience. I soon find out that is not my biggest fear.

POLL

A: PUSSY

B: ASS

Shows up on screen.

“Pussy,” I scream! “Please, let him fuck my pussy!” I begin to cry. I see the huge camera hover in my face.

“Please, please, please choose my pussy.” I beg my evil audience. Let's see how evil they are.
The dog continues to drive his tongue into my pussy. “Yes, please let him fuck my pussy!” I pretend to be lost in my lust for them.

Am I pretending?

Despite my request, B is winning by a healthy amount.

10… 9…

“Please, everyone, vote ‘A’!” My face twists into an ugly cry. My crying and hysteria have provoked the viewers to make A just a little sliver on the screen.

“NOOOO! Fuck! Please, no!” I try to thrash and scream. My purple nipples are pulling at their binds, and my body is being thrown into panic.

1… End of vote.

“Hey, look at that! B won by a fucking mile!” The thick accent of the man hits my ears.
A thick, cold jelly plops between my ass cheeks.

The dog is pulled down to the floor, and I feel a finger begin to probe at my hole. It feels painful. “Why does that hurt so much!” I scream.

I'm ignored.

“Alright, Rex. Let's get you up here!” The owner's voice calls to the dog.

“He better fuck her good!” The Russian yells.

“Oh, he will.”

I see the red, swollen cock, huge on the screen compared to my tiny entrance. “What the fuck is that thing!” I scream. “He's going to fucking kill me!”

I feel the pointy head press against my hole. I clamp down.

“You may want to relax.” The man says.

“No, let her be in fucking pain!” The Russian yells. “They fucking love it!”

“Hurt her.”

“Rape her.”

“Break her.”

Flashing across the screen.

My attention is stolen from the screen as I feel the huge, evil appendage begin to thrust its way in with assistance.

The slimy cock breaks away my sphincter with its wedged shape.

“Fuck! Please, fuck!” The hand is removed from the cock, and I hear, “Fuck, boy!”

My eyes are fixed on the screen as I see the shiny red cock disappear. The pain is not able to be described. The thrust is like burning hot lava being dumped into my anus.

The dog buries his cock down to the furry sheath. At a blistering speed, the dog begins to hump wildly.

“He's tearing me apart!” I can feel every movement the dog makes. I can feel every vein in his rock-hard piece of flesh. Every bump rippling across my tight ring of muscle milking its invader's shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please make it stop!” I can't look away from the screen. I can't close my eyes in pain. I see the lube making my pussy hair mat down around my lips. It adds to my humiliation.
This isn't me.

This can't be me.

It looks so hot.

But it hurts so bad.

This can't be real.

My brain focuses on the stream. I watch the explicit scene as if it's someone else. Something I can masturbate to.

I watch the dog's red, veiny cock thrusting out of the puffy, tight, red hole. I try to reach for my cunt. My hands are bound.

“She wants to masturbate that hairy snatch! Get her the vibrator.” The Russian man calls.

My face is red in shame. But I continue to watch. The pain is still unbearable, but so is my desire.

A wand is placed in my hand, and after fumbling with the position, I place it against my clit.

“Fuck!” Finally, my eyes close. The thrusting is now bliss. It's now a pleasure. The tearing feeling is replaced by pure pleasure.

The sloppy sounds of the slimy cock, slipping in and out of my now relaxed, wet fuck hole, are audible over the humming of my plastic lover.

“Ahhhhh, fuck! Harder!” My toes curl.

Then I drop my vibrator. My eyes go wide, and everything falls apart.

With a brutal shove of a rough hand, the canine's swollen cock is now tied in my ass.

“Take it out!” I scream. “Take it the fuck out, you motherfuckers! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” Tears are rolling down my face as I'm pulling on my tit bindings.

I look at the screen, and he's no longer moving.

I feel warmth inside me.

Then I feel light thrusts and watch the scene before my eyes. The force of his load has shot some white liquid around his airtight plug. I see white drips leaking down, collecting thickly in my disgusting, matted mess.

“Vibrator!” I scream.

It's placed in my hand. The humming tears through my body. I feel it in my core. The heat follows.
The greatest feeling washes over my body. The tidal wave is building. I feel euphoric.

My toes curl, and my eyes shut. I feel my chain unlocked from my neck. My head arches back. A rough hand pulls my hair. The bindings on my nipples pull tight. The pain adds to my sensory overload. With a tight jerk, I feel my bindings pull off.

“FUCK!!!!” I hear liquid crash against the table from my violent, intense orgasm. The dog whimpers as my hole constricts around his cock. He begins to pull at the hole.

“Fuck! Yes! Keep fucking hurting me!” The vibrator is against my clit hard, and I rock my body forward and bear down with my sphincter. This time, when my orgasm releases, I relax my body and push. Quickly, when the knot releases, the furry body is carried away to witness the disgusting scene.

I force my eyes open. I see the thick, white fluid rush out of my bruised, purple ring. The sensitive flesh painted with dog cum is now visible between the gaping hole. My pussy has white fluid running down the collection of hair. The dark, coarse pubes sparkle in the lights, and the white cum is dripping off the thick mange like a wick.

“That's so fucking hot.” Passes through my lips. I try to wink and push my hole out for the camera, pleasing the sick side of my brain. I feel the pain, but like a science experiment, I enjoy watching it.

Four fingers plunge into my swollen hole. My brain lights up with pain after my orgasm. My face falls down to the table, and I begin to cry again. “Fuck, please don't do that. Give me a rest, fuck!” My emotions are high, and my body is so sensitive.

A hand with a mixture of slimy, wet liquids is presented in my face. Instinctively, I go to work sucking on it. If it's in my mouth, it can't be in my ass.

The taste is revolting. I retch, trying to keep the hand in my mouth and away from my battered hole. I slurp the liquid into my mouth and expel it around the hand. I open my eyes and see the display. My face looks so obscene. I look like a pathetic whore.

The hand pulls out.

“Fuck, I'm hot!” I say to the camera and watch the chat explode.