Adventures in Play Rape - The Interrogation - M/f - BDSM | 2016

Melody was very two faced about sex. It wasn't just that she hid her perversions, it was that she was quite vocal about morality, sex and perversion.

I am the opposite and even then was. I was vocal about many topics of sex and felt no shame in people knowing about my sexual habits.

Melody and I's social groups merged at times do to various connecting people and this often led to uncomfortable discussions. In fact, most everyone thought she hated me and that I thought her a prude. For good reason. That was exactly the persona she wore. The prude good girl who would call women sluts and men dogs for having fun.

My friends thought she had a stick up her ass. They didn't know that sometimes, it was my cock. I've written about a few of our play rapes that were of the chase variety. Those were fun and there were others. Someone though, asked me to write about a time when the type of rape scene changed dramatically and it all came about because she pissed me off.

We had been at a party, big house party and a group of us had broken off into a side room and were playing a party game called Never Have I Ever. If you don't know it, the way we played it at least, was that one person says something they haven't done and anyone who has done it, has to take a drink. Leading to people admitting to strange things and so forth. At the age we were at, many of the questions revolved around school, drugs, beer, gossip and sex. Who is still a virgin. Who has tried this drug or another. Who has cheated on a test.

Melody was playing and seemed to be having fun, but she kept up this self righteous air and clearly lied many times. As an example, when anal came up, she made a disgusted face and didn't drink despite the fact that I had fucked her in the ass a few times by then.

At one point, and keep in mind there just over a dozen of us in the room playing and maybe 6 women, a guy said that they he had never fooled around with me. All the girls but Melody took a drink. There were embarrassed looks between the women but mostly giggling and then Melody muttered something like, "How can you have any respect for yourselves."

It killed the mood and turned a silly embarrassment into something more and the game fell apart. The next day I got a note from her about a meetup and thought about not going. She had pissed me off and humiliated some lovely young women when she herself was doing far more vile things with me than any of those girls had. Hell, I think I had only made out with two of them.

But I had another idea and I went to the store and bought a few things.

I showed up like always. Sneaking, hiding, going in the back door and pulling my mask on. Today though, no knife. I had a toy gun and I had a backpack with my surprises. I carefully moved in and listened, I could hear her on the phone upstairs talking to someone and waited. It was a conversation about work and her boss being an asshole.

She hung up and I crept up the stairs. I paused before going into her room and then stepped in, holding the toy gun out in front of me and aiming it at her. She gasped and froze, looking quite scared, but didn't scream. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her brown hair was in a pony tail and with her tiny little body she looked like a scared teenage girl.

I said "Hands up cunt." Then held the gun in a way to make it clear it was a toy and saw her relax and put her hands up. "Well, I had just planned to rob this place, but I didn't know there would be such a cute little piece of ass up here. On the bed now."

She gave me a "wait, this isn't how this always goes" look but I took a threatening step forward and she moved, laying on the bed. I kept the gun on her but pulled her desk chair over and sat down. Her bed was one of those girly white and pink affairs, her whole room was, with metal headboard, the kind with the metal bars going down it, perfect for what I had planned.

"Please don't hurt me," she said, getting into character, "I have money and even credit cards, please don't hurt me and I'll not report them missing for day."

I laughed. "Cunt," I said, "I think you need to understand something here. You are going to get Raped tonight. I'm going to put my dick into your mouth and your pussy and maybe even your ass whether you like it or not. That's your future and you can't change it. What you need to ask yourself is how bad you want it to be. Because the less you please me, the more I am going to make it hurt and make you suffer."

She whimpered at that and said, "Please, just don't hurt me, I . . . I . . . I'll suck you off, just please don't take my virginity and please don't fuck me . . . back there."

I laughed. "We'll see sweet meet," I said, "Now show me them titties."

She had worked herself up into an almost cry, jagged breath, lots of sniffing, but she reached and pulled up her shirt, showing that she hadn't had a bra on underneath and tossed it to the floor. I took a moment to admire them and then told her to lay back. I kept the gun on her and got my first surprise out of my bag, a set of hand cuffs. The kind you buy at a sex store with a "key" and a latch you can press to release them.

I attached her wrists together behind one of the headboard bars and then put the gun to the side.

"Melody," I said. "We are going to play a new kind of rape game today."

She gave me another "what the fuck" look and said, "how do you know my name! Please don't hurt me mister."

I rolled my eyes and reached out, took hold of her nipple and pinched pretty hard. She yelped but a flush of excitement ran through her body.

"Stop with the games, this is still going to be a rape, but I'm throwing most of your little rule book out the window. You can either safe word and I'll leave, maybe even give you the key to the cuffs first or play along and get violated in a way that you haven't tried yet, at least not with me. And I promise, by the end of this, you will hurt more and feel more violated than anything I've done to you so far."

She pursed her lips and said, "Fine, so your a stalker, my ex boyfriend." I shrugged.

"We are going to play a game," I said and climbed up to unbutton her shorts and pulled them and her panties down without ceremony. "It's called, Melody is a dirty slut."

She said nothing.

"It works like this, I ask you a question and if I don't like or don't believe your answer, you will get punished," I said.

She opened her mouth but I savagely pinched one of her nipples again and she thrashed a bit.

"Also, no talking unless I ask you something," I said. She gave me a dirty look.

"How often do you masturbate," I asked.

"Only sluts do that," she said, "I would never."

I smiled, this is the sort of game I was hoping she would play. Both hands on her breasts, squeezing them roughly, kneading them, and then my fingers dropped to her nipples and I pinched both hard. "LIAR," I said and didn't let go.

She squirmed and gasped and finally said, "I don't know, a few times a week."

I didn't let go and asked, "With what you fucking cunt, how."

"Oh come on," she said, her voice distressed, still trying to squirm out of my pinching, "I, I, I, my hands, I rub myself and sometimes I lay in the bath tub with the faucet on myself."

I let go of her nipples and bent my head down, licking and kissing her breasts. "See," I said, "It's more fun to tell the truth." Then she looked away and for a moment I thought it was playing the part of the "abused" but then it clicked. She was hiding something. "OH fuck no," I said and roughly moved my legs between hers and forced them open before grabbing her clit and squeezing it a bit. "Tell me everything now or I pinch."

"No please," she said and looked me in the eye, she actually looked really embarrassed.

I dipped my fingers down off her clit and found her very wet, moistened my fingers and slid them back up, now rubbing her clit and her back arched again, a small moan leaving her lips. "Melody," I said, "I'm not fucking around. I know you get off on pain and that you have a safeword. I will pinch your clit hard, it will hurt." I put pressure to show her. "I know your hiding something and you need to tell me."

I moved around and slid two of my fingers from my free hand inside her, sliding them against her g-spot and then with my other hand rubbing her clit. I let this go on for a moment, her moaning lightly before I started to pinch the clit lightly, letting my fingers inside her continue their pleasurable task. I continued to slowly increase pressure until she was gasping. But she won out. She let me push it to a point where I became nervous to push it any farther.

So I changed tactics and started firing questions at her and started to hit her. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, let go of her clit and slapped it, hard. She cried out and started saying, "no stop, stop" but didn't safe word. I slapped again and again and then pulled her legs up to her chest and began to spank her ass and tried to land the blows on her labia and asshole as well.

The whole time during it I was firing questions out at her and she, her voice getting increasingly full of gasps, moans and cries answered.

Hold old where you when you lost your virginity? 16.

How many men have you been with? 4

How many women? None

What do you like best about sex? When I feel like I'm being taken against my will and forced to do something disgusting.

Why are you such a cunt all the time to girls about sex? She gasped at that and said, because it makes me feel better than them and makes it feel so much better when I cum from being dirty.

Do you like this? No, but yes.

I moved so that I could taste her, my tongue on her clit, my fingers sliding into her pussy and even her asshole which had been greased by her arousal. She started to moan loudly and thrash and I thought she was getting close.

I didn't stop my fingers and said, "Do you want to cum" and put my mouth back on her clit.

"Oh god yes!" she said and I instantly stopped and landed the heaviest smack of the night right onto her clit.

She screamed and I moved, climbing up onto her chest and slid my cock into her mouth. She was helpless and I was horny. I started to fuck her face hard.

"You still haven't told me what your hiding about masturbation," I said as I slid my cock in and out of her mouth. "I'm going to fuck your face until I cum and your going to swallow it and if your not ready to talk by the end, I'm going to really fuck you up."

And I kept at it, I could hear her protests but didn't care. I fucked her face until I came and felt her spluttering on my cock. I pulled out a bit after the first shot and let some of it fall and splash onto her face.

I pulled off, tired and recovering and looked at her. My cum was wet on her face and she looked pissed. "Ready to talk?"

"Fuck you," she said and gave me just the sort of smile you'd expect from someone trying to look like a smart ass while semen still clung to their face.

I went to my bag and got another surprise. The Polaroid camera. Before she could even react, I clicked a picture of her and she immediately began to curse me out so I grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth before clamping my hand over her face.

"Tell me now and you get to keep this when I leave," I said. I moved my hand and pulled the panties out.

She looked at me, her face red from shame or anger and I didn't know what she would do. Safeword? Tell me?

Finally, she looked away from me and sounding dejected said "In the closet," and directed me to her secret stash. Before I moved to far, I got a pair of scissors off her desk and cut the still developing Polaroid into two pieces and left them on her desk.

In her closet was a shoe box. It was in the corner as if simply overlooked. I took it out and opened it up. Inside was . . . junk. A hairbrush, a cheap mechanical toothbrush, even some kids toys.

Then it clicked. The toothbrush vibrated. Everything inside, though looking innocent, was roughly the size and shape of a cock.

"Holy fuck," I said and brought the box out, dumping everything onto the bed next to her. The most bizarre piece was what looked like a child's toy, some strange person that was meant to be tuck into a peg I think. BUT when looked at with the eyes of a pervert, it started small and phallus shaped, expanded a bit at the waist/toolbelt and then slimmed again before becoming fat with his had and hard hat. It was a perfect butt plug.

She was still looking away from me, bright red. "Holy fuck," I said again and picked up and turned on the toothbrush. The head vibrated with a speed easily equating to a vibrator. "Please tell me you don't brush with this," I joked.

She scowled. "You've had your fun, let me up," she said.

I shook my head at hurt, "We aren't done yet honey. You can't show me your toys and then not let me play with them."