Cassidy was beautiful, but she was little more than a photo on Mick's computer. He was lonely as hell since his divorce, which still wasn't finalized. He needed someone to connect with, to ease the pain of the silence that his wife's departure had left him with. Cassidy was the perfect person for the job. She lived just far away enough that he was certain they would never really meet in real life. They had met on a dating site that he had been certain was more of a dating app than a hookup app, but he noticed that Cassidy wanted to talk about sex right away, unlike most women he had encountered online.
"Why are you so horny? lol," he typed in their first conversation.
"I like your aura. It feels like Cupid has a hand in this somehow."
"Cupid? Isn't that a giant baby with wings who shoots people with love arrows?" he asked her, knowing full well that it was.
"Yes, that's the one."
"Well, I'm not able to fall in love," he told her honestly. "My heart was broken by someone. I'm not sure I'll ever heal. I'm not emotionally available."
"What guy is?" she countered and he supposed that she was right. "It's okay. I'm not really in a place to be looking for love either. Sex on the other hand...I could use some of that."
"I can definitely get behind you on that one," he smiled as he typed. He could feel her smiling back as soon as he sent it.
"I hope you mean doggy style," she typed back. He laughed to himself. She understood him in ways most women didn't and he found himself exchanging nudes with Cassidy almost daily. They began to video chat and that led to them masturbating together.
"I wish you didn't live so far," he told her honestly as he watched her stroking her pussy with her fingers for him.
"I have a car," she said sarcastically. "I could drive to see you and sit right on your face."
"You would do that?" he asked, knowing the answer already. She would do anything he wanted, she had made that clear. He started to wonder what it would be like if they really met. He masturbated for her, making sure his webcam captured the moment when he came all over himself for her. She liked that the most.
"God, I love it when you make a mess all over yourself because you're so horny for me."
"Oh, Cassidy!" he moaned, breathless from his orgasm.
"Oh, Mick!" she cried, this time with no sarcasm at all. She was falling for him and if he was being honest with himself, he was falling for her too. He needed to see her but every time he tried to actually pin her down on a meeting date, he couldn't get her to commit.
"I have a confession," she said one night as they connected again via webcam. They talked like this for hours each night, masturbating together.
"Oh, this ought to be good!" He leaned in toward his computer, wishing he could crawl inside of it and come out the other side, in her world.
"I've always wanted to be raped," she explained. "I have a rape fantasy."
"You do?" No woman had ever said anything like this to Mick. He was shocked that he was hearing it from Cassidy now.
"Yes. I want to be taken roughly and I don't want you to stop until you are done, no matter what I say or do." She paused, looking through him until he said something.
"Okay..." he was at a loss for words. He couldn't tell her how into rape fantasy he was. He had always wanted to really fuck a woman who was struggling against him and begging for mercy. He imagined Cassidy this way and his cock got instantly hard.
"Your cock is hard again already," she smiled an evil smile that made him even harder.
"You noticed."
"So you like it too, don't you? You like the idea of taking me against my will."
"I do."
"How would you do it?"
He thought about it, his brain full of ideas that he wanted to execute. He was about to say something when he heard a rustling on her side of the connection.
"I'm sorry! I have to go!" Cassidy closed her computer, severing the connection between them.
"Cassidy!" he cried out, reaching his hand toward his own computer screen as if he might be able to pull her back. She was gone. He finished jacking off, thinking of how he would rape her. He imagined her spread out on the bed, her limbs pulled in four directions by ropes tied to each foot of his bed. He would fuck her roughly, taking what he wanted without regard for her feelings or desires. He would fuck all of his anger over his divorce out on her unwilling body as she fought against him. He would know deep down that this was what she wanted, but he loved the thought of pretending that she didn't and he couldn't wait to speak with her again.
Days went by and he tried all of their usual communication channels. She was nowhere to be found. He hadn't considered that she would just stop speaking to him the way that she had. Maybe she was embarrassed about her rape fantasy. Maybe she felt she had shared too much. Maybe she had a boyfriend. Maybe it was her ex-husband. He drove himself crazy, scouring the website on which they had met for her profile but it was nowhere to be found.
Months went by and Mick tried his best to forget about her, but whenever he would lay down to go to sleep he would hear her calling to him. He would think of the way her face twisted when she came. He would think about her sick mind, full of rape fantasies. Thoughts of her kept him up at night and he wondered what was wrong with him. Why was he hung up on some girl he had met on a dating site? Maybe Cassidy had been right from the start. Maybe Cupid did have something to do with this. Maybe he was actually in love with her. He thought about this as he tossed and turned. He fell in and out of dreams where he was punishing Cassidy for leaving him, pushing her legs further and further apart as she screamed and begged for mercy.
In time, he began to let go of the thoughts of her, realizing that she was never coming back. Surely he would have heard from her by now if she still wanted him. He had given up on trying to figure out why she had abandoned him and he had convinced himself that he had never really loved her at all. He was so close to believing it that when he thought he saw a woman that looked like Cassidy walking through the local farmer's market, he barely paid attention. He continued to walk, lost in his own thoughts when he heard the sound of her voice.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his body stiffened. He found that his animal instincts were stronger than his desire to remain aloof and uncaring. If this was really Cassidy, he wanted to see her. He wanted to tell her how much she had hurt him and then he wanted to punish her for it. He walked toward the woman that he thought might be Cassidy but before he reached her, she turned around and saw his face.
Cassidy couldn't believe it! It was Mick! She had missed him so much and yet her circumstances had prevented her from reaching out to him. She had told him her deepest secret and that was when she realized how deeply in love with him she really was. She wasn't ready for it and it was unexpected, so much so that she had decided to just cut all ties and sever their connection before things got messy. She knew that Mick would really rape her and there was a part of her that wanted it and a part of her that was afraid, not just of being raped but of herself. She didn't know how far she would really go and it scared her to think of how good Mick was at pulling her perversion out of her and using it against her. She felt a pull to him now, one that she could not ignore.
"Cassidy? What are you doing here?" he asked her, his confusion morphing into pure joy. Here she was! She was alive and she was standing right in front of him.
"Mick!" she knew she shouldn't do it but she ran to him and let him fold her into his strong arms. She felt safe there like nothing could harm her and she realized that the love she was feeling hadn't gone away. She had run from it but somehow, Cupid had brought them back together and they were feeling the burn of his arrow as it pierced their hearts, joining them together as one. They were both shaking with emotion and they couldn't resist a deep, urgent kiss right there in the middle of the farmer's market.
"What are you doing here?" Mick asked again.
"I knew you lived in this town," she said slowly. "I thought maybe I could be closer to you this way."
"You drove four hours to come to my town and you didn't message me to tell me you were coming?"
"I didn't really expect to see you..."
"What happened? Why did you stop talking to me like that?"
"I don't know." She hung her head. "Can we maybe go somewhere private and talk?" She watched him carefully. She could see how angry he was and she hadn't considered how her decision to cut him off would truly affect him. She hadn't really imagined that he could love her but now, as she saw him heaving with emotion in front of her she realized her mistake. This man wanted to tear her apart. He wanted to destroy her and she could feel herself give way to his feelings. She waited, hanging on the moments as they passed, waiting for his answer.
"I live less than a block away. I walked here. Would you like to go to my house?"
"Okay," she agreed. They walked in silence as the realization of their reunion took hold of them. They made awkward small talk about random things like the weather, and dolphins being more intelligent than elephants. Anything to avoid the real elephant in the room. They could feel the suspense growing as he turned into a driveway and grabbed her hand.
"This is my house."
"This is amazing!" Her mouth was open with shock. She had never really thought about Mick's financial status but it was certainly a lot grander than she had ever envisioned. "I didn't realize you had such a big house."
"I figured all that matters to a girl like you is cock size," he joked.
"Ha. Ha." Her sarcasm was on point, as usual. He smiled as he ushered her inside and gave her a full tour. He left the basement for last and this move was quite calculated. He had a makeshift dungeon down there that he hadn't used since his wife. He and his wife had played a lot together down there, hiding from their children after their bedtime. Now she had the kids and the house was large and empty. He had tried selling it but it still hadn't sold. His wife had moved the kids to Seattle and he hadn't seen them in almost a year.
Thoughts of his marriage filled his head and the anger inside of him that had been boiling hot reached its fever pitch. Cassidy walked into the basement and gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Mick had never told her that he had a dungeon of his own before. She knew that she had plenty of secrets of her own and she wasn't trying to judge him. It's just that she wished that she had known how kinky he was sooner. Maybe then she wouldn't have run away and wasted all of that precious time.
"You're a sadist, aren't you?" she asked him, knowing the answer already but wanting to hear it from him.
"I guess you could call me that, yes. Right now I really want to hurt you for leaving me like that. You just shut your computer and shut me out of your life. You deserve what's coming to you."
"And what's that?" she asked seductively. She wanted him to hurt her and he knew this. He knew that look. It was the same look his wife had given him a million times right before he demolished her tiny, little body with his bare hands. He reached for Cassidy's neck and he choked her with both of his hands and he pulled her to him for a deep, dark kiss. He wouldn't let her breathe, choking her neck more tightly as he kissed her until she was fighting back, trying desperately to get air in her lungs. He watched her choke and sputter and he took pleasure in it.
"That's what you get for leaving me! That's what you get, you stupid, little cunt!"
"Please! Please!" She got two words out and he let go of her neck, letting her breathe. He hadn't realized how hard he had choked her. He could already see the bruise marks in the shape of his fingers across her delicate neck. She was so fragile. She would shatter so easily and yet that didn't deter him.
"You okay to keep going or are you going to shut me out again? Huh? I'm talking to you!" He gripped her by the shoulder and pulled her skirt down until he heard the fabric rip. He kept pulling until it was wrapped around her ankles. His hand reached to her pussy and his fingers roughly entered her until he was making her dance like a fuck puppet. He watched her head bobble as she came, her screams of pain becoming those of pleasure. She loved this shit. She was cumming her ass off and he could feel the contractions of her pussy on his fingers.
"Okay, bitch. Time to suck my cock!" He pulled his cock from his pants and she resisted, turning her head the way a good victim does. He slapped her face a few times with his dick. "You better open that mouth like a good girl. You have to make up for being such a stupid, little bitch and not talking to me for so long. Do you get it, slut? Huh? Rape meat!" He pushed his dick into her mouth and she took it deeper than his wife had. He fucked her face hard, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. She had said that this was what she wanted. He was going to give it to her. She puked all over his dick and the basement floor. He laughed.
"I'm sorry!" she apologized. "I'm trying my best."
"Shut up, rape slut!" He pulled her over to a nearby fuck bench and strapped her into it so her ass was in the air. Her legs and arms were immobilized and she felt a true fear that shook her deeply. She realized she was screaming and yet her screams sounded far away and removed from what was happening. She was detaching from her body, giving it to his to abuse. She watched herself from above, her first true out of body experience.
"You think that you can just stop talking to me and delete me on every social platform and that I'm just going to open up my home to you and welcome you back with open arms? Huh?" He slapped her across the face with his cock and she began to cry.
"No!" she answered.
"Then tell me! Why did you do it?"
Cassidy sobbed, then screamed. She shook her head back and forth slowly, realizing that it was the only part of her body that she could truly move. She was strapped down and at his mercy and she realized how angry he really was. She knew instinctively that this wasn't all about her. She knew how his ex had hurt and betrayed him. She just couldn't resolve the man that she had built Mick up to be in her head and the man that was standing over her now with his cock out. She'd seen his cock over the internet but in real life it was larger and coming straight for her mouth.
"Open up, rape slut!" he screamed and she opened her mouth and took him inside of her. His cock pushed deeper that it should have and she gagged violently.
"Yes! Yessssss!" he hissed. He looked down at his new victim and smiled with a new confidence. He had her now. There was nothing she could do or say that would stop him from what he was about to do. He felt the urges inside of him surging with new life. It had been a long time since he had done this to his wife. He was excited to have a new victim. She looked so truly scared and it reminded him of the old days when his wife had been afraid, before she had grown bored and complacent as he abused her. He had beaten the life out of her with his cock and he hoped to do the same to Cassidy now. He would make her pay for making him fall for her. "Take my cock until you fucking puke!"
He fucked her face roughly until he was fighting back his orgasm. He wasn't ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock from her mouth and walked around the bench until he had both of his hands on her ass cheeks. He saw chills break out all over her body as he touched her tender flesh. Her cunt was going to feel good on his cock. He pushed it inside of her. She was whimpering now and he couldn't help but notice how fucking wet she was.
"Why are you so wet, Cassidy? Could it be that you truly like this? I know that you do. I remember how you asked me to rape you just before you cut me off. Do you remember that, bitch?" He leaned down so he could whisper in her ear. "You're mine now. Do you understand me? You're mine."
Her pussy gushed and the wetness was so exhillerating for him. He had never fucked such a wet and eager pussy, especially one that was all strapped down with nowhere to go. She couldn't run away from him and so he pushed his cock slowly into her pussy and listened as she screamed. He knew that it felt good for her. He could tell by the way her fear subsided and all he could hear from her now were the screams of joy and pleasure he had always imagined this scenario would evoke from her. He knew that she wanted to be tied up and used. He knew that she wanted to be taken by false force. Now she was getting her wish and she was cumming hard on his cock. He could feel every contraction of every orgasm she suffered through, if he could call it suffering.
"Please! Why are you doing this to me!" she screamed.
"Because you love this shit you fucking pervert!"
"No! No I don't."
"Then why do you keep cumming you little rape slut? Huh?"
She didn't have an answer for this, most likely because the only explanation was that she did indeed enjoy what he was doing to her. Instead, she came again and he smiled with satisfaction. He was enjoying this too. He smacked her ass and few times with the expert precision of a man who has tortured plenty of women with his hands. Of course, all of them wanted him to do it to them. He'd made sure of that first. He just wanted to make sure that he gave each of them a good experience, one that was filled with the kind of violence and brutality that they craved. Clarissa was no exception and he pounded her pussy until she was a drooling, listless mess. Her head hung limply to the side and her mouth was open. She had stopped making noises and something about her surrender made his cock grow even larger inside of her.
He knew he was about to cum and he wondered if she would get upset if he came inside of her. He was about to pull out but something happened that made him temporarily lose control of himself. She was screaming his name.
"Mick! Oh my God! Mick!" she screamed and the way his name rolled off her slutty tongue struck him. He lost control of himself and he came deep inside of Cassidy's pussy. He grunted and yelled obscenities as he came, pumping his cock in her until every last drop of his cum had been milked by her tight pussy.
"That's what you're good for," he told her, as if it were the plainest fact. She said nothing, her head still hanging limply from her body. "How are you doing, Cassidy? You want me to unstrap you?"
"Yes, please. Unstrap me." Her voice was quiet and meek.
"Of course," he agreed and he slowly freed her, one Velcro strap at a time until he was pulling her from the bench and into his arms. He held her tightly for a while before he told her what he was thinking. "When I couldn't talk to you these past several months it was the worst time of my life," he tried to explain. "I never knew I felt so intensely for you until you were gone."
"I know. I feel the same way." She searched his eyes for meaning and found that there was true emotion behind his words.
"How was the rape fantasy? Was that what you wanted?"
"That was all I ever wanted and more. I don't know how you do it."
"How I do what?"
"How you know what I want without me having to tell you. It's never been like that with any other man."
"I guess I can just sense it with you," he tried to explain. "I can feel you."
"I can feel you too."
"Come on, let's go upstairs to my bedroom. I'm not just a one trick pony, Cassidy. I don't have to just rape you all the time. I can make love to you too."
"Sounds boring," she joked.
"Does it now? Well I'm going to have to spank you for that comment."
"That sounds more exciting."
"Make that two spankings."
"Oooh, even better."
"Okay, three spankings."
"Let's go upstairs."
"Okay, but first let me give you this." He kissed her deeply, letting his true emotion show as he did. He loved this woman. Cupid had totally slain them both with his love arrows and Mick had thought that he would hate having feelings for someone other than his ex-wife. As it turned out, loving Cassidy felt more perfect than it had ever felt with his ex-wife. For the first time in a long time, he was at peace and he knew it was because of her. She was back in his life and this time, he wasn't ever going to let her go.
