Thread: Be Careful What You Wish For (Contains Rape, Blackmail and Death of Rapist)

Chapter Two Leave me alone. This isn't funny. Stop threatening to rape me. It's just a fantasy. I don't really want to be raped. I replied to one of my stalkers messages after attempting to ignore him. In response, he sent me a copy of my fantasy along with a picture that showed he had been watching me See more I lost more sleep and stopped using the website that began my downward spiral. Several days past without incident. I looked behind doors and under beds whenever my husband was out of the room. Then it started up again. My rapist said he saw me at Safeway and thought I'd look great bent over the handle of the shopping cart or back of my SUV. I told him to find someone else to stalk and he said, I was the woman for him. Then he sent me a pic of his cock for the third or fourth time. The next day, my husband had to fly out of town to give a presentation for his work. I couldn't get out of bed to drive him so he asked his brother. I didn't know that he would also tell his brother to keep an eye on me because I looked very nervous to be home alone. After finally getting up and out of bed, I took a cold shower, got dressed and made breakfast for myself. My husband texted that he was about to get on his flight and that his brother would be coming back to help keep me company while he was away. I thought nothing about his brother wanting to spend time with me because I missed the signal from the field trip to see the eclipse and the time we all went bowling and he playfully grabbed my ass. Crying Now here is what happened when he got back. Crying Don't feel sorry, I enjoyed it, but I do wish it had been someone else. Is that you, Kevin? I heard a door open and asked if it was Kevin, my brother in law. He was five years younger than my husband. I was in the kitchen loading dishes into my dishwasher. Kevin didn't answer, he just crept up behind me. You look amazing, Mall-O-ry! Kevin exclaimed in a loud voice that I wish I could forget. I also wish I had thought to grab a knife at that very second. I also flinched at the way he had spoken my name. Then I felt a hand grab my ass. Not a playful grab... this was a full on grab of desire and lust. I froze. Now why don't you put on your wedding dress and let me rape this thang! Kevin demanded. I let out a soft OMG and dropped a plate onto the floor. He pulled me by the arm and planted a kiss onto my lips. It was disgusting to be kissed by him in that manner. I shoved him away and ran towards the living room. He caught me and threw me on the couch before pinning me down to kiss me again. He shoved his hand down my tank top and gave my left breast a squeeze through my bra. I tried to kick and scratch him. He slapped me once and my downward spiral began. Please, don't do this, I remember pleading as I was led into bedroom closet to retrieve my wedding dress. He kept telling me it would be fantastic and that his brother would never have to know, if I did everything he wanted. He promised it would be all over in two hours. He lied and even took pictures of me as I put on the dress and some make up before doing my hair. When he put on a ski mask, I should've run but how do you run when your wearing a wedding dress and heels. Please Kevin. Think about what your about to do. This is wrong. This is going to be rape, I tried to talk him out of it as he began to undress. I've been wanting to fuck you since the day, Mark brought you home to meet our parents, Kevin reminded me of the day he and I met for the first time. He was still in high school when Mark brought me home after having dated for six months. You were just a kid. I was in love with your brother, I braced myself against a chair as he stepped towards me. Cut the crap. You just wrote that you want me to plow you like a field and make you scream my name, he flashed a message I sent him when we were flirting online. I covered my mouth with a hand as I saw his erect cock pointing at me. His was longer and thicker than Mark's. He saw my eyes focused on his and smiled. Then he knocked me over onto the bed I shared with his brother. I'll tell him we've been having an affair, if you try to prevent me from coming over whenever I want, Kevin began what would become many, many threats to make me submit. I felt him ripping my wedding dress with his bare hands as he forced kiss upon kiss on my lips and face. I cried like I said I would. He said the running of my make up was a turn on for him. When he ripped off the lower part of my dress and my white panties, I nearly called out his name. As he began to slide his cock along my slit, I was very confused and didn't know what to do as he began to push into me. Then he began to rip the top of my dress open and said that I looked like I was made for sex. I hate you! I barked at him and he slapped me. I could hear the bed hitting the wall as Kevin ravished me for over an hour. I was forced to look at him because he said he'd rape my ass, if I kept my eyes closed. When he was about to cum, he surprised me by pulling out. Then he grabbed my head by my hair and made me take him in my mouth. I refused to give him a proper blowjob so he just moved my head on his cock until he blew a loud in my mouth. When it was finally over, he wanted to cuddle and since I was exhausted I couldn't stop him. I then missed another signal when I tried to get up to use the bathroom. Kevin placed a video camera on the nightstand and pulled me back into his lap. Ride me, Mallory. I'm already hard again, Kevin said with a smile. You said one time and you would call it even? I questioned his intentions. Do it or I'll do this, Kevin grabbed my ass as he spoke. He was able to record me as I rode his cock. My expression looked like one of consent as I impaled myself on his cock. In all honesty, I did like the feeling. The man was good and his cock was very satisfying. I still don't regret trying to shoot it off when I shot him.