Adventures in play rape - The Basement Chase - Bdsmish - Play Rape - M/f | 2016

As I had mentioned, Melody was a girl with a secret.

Our social circles intersected slightly. But I was known as a bit of a deviant and my social group often involved parties and jokes about sex. Melody was a good girl. The sort of woman who you looked at and thought "she's probably a virgin." When our social groups did meet up, it was often awkward with her nose turned up and comments like "I'm sure I wouldn't know what your talking about."

Most of my friends thought she had something up her ass. They just didn't realize, that sometimes it was me.

Our relationship would have been humiliating for her. I'd get a note from her sometimes with information about times when she would be alone. She always gave me multiple days and windows of time so she wouldn't know when it was going to happen. When I would rape her.

She had given me a list of rules that I mostly followed and at first she never changed these. This is one of those early times.

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I parked again and went to the backdoor trying to look as nonchalant as possible. A ski mask in my back pocket and a folding knife in a front pocket. The door was unlocked and I let myself in, trying to be quiet. I listened and heard music upstairs so I slowly worked my way up the stair case, my heart pounding.

Even though I was there on her invitation, the fear of being caught. Of being man, wearing a mask, holding a knife, creeping through a young "innocent" woman's home. What if someone else was there?

I got to her room, all pinks and flowers, stereotypical girl stuff and saw her computer was on, music blasting from the speakers, but she was no where to be seen. I carefully checked the bathroom, the other bedrooms and nothing.

I started to worry that she wasn't home and that I was really breaking and entering. I started softly back down the stairs and as I got to the kitchen, a door opened.

It took ALL of my effort not to scream. I startled her though and she screamed and dropped a basket of laundry she had been carrying up from the basement. It fell between us and as she got her wits about her, she turned and ran back down the stairs towards the basement.

I started to run after her but stopped. Two things occurred to me. The first was that having walked around her house, I knew that the basement was the kind with those small ground windows and that the only door was one of those trap doors that opened out and up onto the ground. The second was that despite her trying to escape, I doubted she would leave the house as in the end she wanted to be caught.

I tried to think of horror movies and imagined myself the monster stalking the sexy scream queen. I took a few steps down the stairs and saw the basement was partially converted with a large play room with carpet and two closed doors. The room was exposed beams.

She was no where to be seen and I walked slowly into the play room, noting the small stairs that led to the trap door which indeed was still closed. She must be behind one of the two doors.

"Ollie Ollie Oxen Free," I called out, trying to make my voice angry and dangerous. "Come out and play. I have something nice and tasty for you."

I went to the first door and tried the knob, unlocked. I swung the door open and saw a small half bathroom. Empty.

"I don't like games," I said loudly as I went to the next door. "The more you make me work to get to your sweet rewards, the harsher I'm going to be when I get them."

I tried the knob, unlocked and opened it slowly seeing a large unfinished storage area. There were pieces of furniture, stacked boxes, heaps of things here and there and for a moment, as the door started to open, I heard a scared sounding cry.

"Fee Fi fo fum," I said, trying to sound ominous, "I smell a scared little girl in here." I made a loud sniffing sound, "and I smell a scared horny little pussy too."

I looked and saw a light switch and flicked it off, the unfinished portion only seemed to have one window and it was very dirty and the room was suddenly quite dark. Not too dark to see, but almost and again I heard her cry out, giving me a very good idea of where she was hiding.

"First I'm going to pull those little clothes off," I said as I carefully stepped around things. Every now and then, if I saw something small I'd knock it over. "Then, I'm going to run my hands and tongue across your body and taste you, taste your innocent little body before I defile it."

I knocked something over that made a large clang and I heard a small cry not to far in front of me. I almost had her.

I stepped past her, not looking at where I knew she must be, pretending I had missed her, and said, "then I'm going to take your body, your mouth, your breasts, your pussy, your ass and I'm going to make sure that every inch of you knows my cock."

I spun and in the light I could make out her vague shape. She screamed and I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out. I showed her the knife and then held it to her throat before going in for a large kiss that I ended by licking her cheek.

I had seen a rolled up large carpet at one point and pulled her that way, my hand in her hair and the knife out threatening.

"Please don't hurt me," she said.

I harshly enough to pull a bit of her hair out tossed her onto the carpets and said, "strip pretty girl or I will cut the clothes off, no rule against that."

She gave me a look, hard to make out in the dim light but slowly pulled her shirt off, then her bra and slid the shorts off but left her panties on and covered her breasts. I crouched down next to her, putting the point of the knife against her stomach. I leaned in and began to kiss and bite at her neck and shoulder and lowered my mouth to her breasts were I roughly took a nipple between my teeth and bit.

She yelped and swatted at my head so I brought the knife to her other breast and pushed the tip against it. Not enough to cut, but enough to hurt.

"Please," she said again, "I have money, don't do this."

"Not a good move fuck meat," I said. "I told you not to make me search for you. Now you be good or I will be fucking your pussy with the knife." With that comment, I traced the knife down her stomach and onto her panties, pushing the point down slightly on her mons before biting her nipple again.

"Now give me your panties," I said and she moved to do so. She pulled them off and put them in my hand, I gave them a sniff and grinned. I held them under her nose and she turned her head away until I touched the knife to the place between her labia and thigh and then she turned her head back. "Smell," I said and heard her sniff and laughed. I didn't say anything though.

I stood and stripped. she was lieing on her back still, watching me and I moved and knelt with my cock at her mouth, she turned away again and I took the knife and touched it to her lower stomach, tracing lightly towards her pussy.

"Show me a good time and you might live tonight," I said and she began to suck my cock.

It was very lack luster, mostly just holding my cock in her mouth so I slid the knife to her mons, just a bit above her clit and said, "Maybe you will show some enthusiasm if I cut you a bit, carved my initials into your pussy?" She began to put in more effort like that and I moved the knife into my other hand and reached over to rub her breasts for a bit and then her clit.

We stayed like that for awhile, her sucking my cock with the knife held over her face while I fingered her. Soon she was moaning as much as I was groaning and I pulled out of her mouth, slid the condom on and climbed over her. She tried to clamp her legs shut and again started to beg. "Please don't, please don't, I'm a virgin, not like this, please don't make my first time be like this." I forced them apart and then laid on her and slid my cock inside her to the hilt while holding the knife against her throat.

I began to fuck her and kept the knife at her throat. thrusting away and supporting myself with my other arm. She started to cry, quite convincingly. Just little sniffles and gasps. It was only ruined by the fact that the gasps sounded as much like pleasure as sadness, but it was still off putting so I switched the knife to the floor and held her mouth shut with my hand and said, "shut the fuck up and take it cunt, your going to love it in your ass soon."

This seemed to do the trick for her and I felt her bucking under me with what I assumed was an orgasm. I let it stop and then, pulled free, took the lube I had brought and lubed the condom up and smeared it on her asshole.

"Please not there, please," she said, her voice going to that near teary sound again.

I ignored her, lifted her legs higher into the air and slid my cock carefully into her ass and began to fuck.

She cried out in pain and started to fight me suddenly, trying to flail her legs that I was holding and trying to scratch me so I grabbed the knife and leaning my weight into her legs held it on her throat. She stopped and I stared her in the eye as I "raped" her ass until I came.

I slowly pulled my cock out and stripped the condom off, she flinched expecting me to do something nasty with it again but I just dropped it on the floor. "You can clean that up later," I said.

She lay there looking at me and panting. I was a bit unsure what to do with myself and started to dress. She just lay there staring at me.

Awkwardly I said, "that was good for you, not too rough?"

I could make our her frown and then she said, "I don't know who the fuck you are but I'm going to call the cops and tell them what you did to me." I saw her hand trailing down to her pussy, rubbing softly. I paused for a moment and then thought and realized we weren't done yet.

"If you utter a word to anyone," I said, "I'll make you regret it and even if they do catch me, I'll make sure I visit you again first and use you so hard that you won't know what hit you."

She shuddered and said, "get out."

I finished dressing and started to walk out. "You know," I said, "I'm tired of this running after you bit, we both know what sort of slut you are, next time it's going to be different."

I left then.