Rape Fantasy: Guided Masturbation Instructions for Women

If you’re familiar with my other masturbation instructions for women then you understand how this works. Please read the following guidelines for how I’d like you to experience this anyways as it will help begin to get you into the right frame of mind.

I’m going to count backward from “ten” to “one” gradually building intensity. You’re going to touch yourself in exactly the ways I tell you. You’re going to imagine and picture the things I describe. Under no circumstance are you allowed to use a toy. You’re only allowed to use your fingers. If a forced/rape fantasy turns you on then you’re probably on the submissive side. This is good because it’s important you obey these rules. If you are triggered by forced scenarios where there is violence and degradation please do not read on.

Another instruction I need you to follow is this: You’re not allowed to cum before you get to the number “one.” Also, you’re not allowed to cum substantially after. Not breaking these two rules are in your best interest because they will help guide you to a more intense orgasm. So, as you read, feel the pressure building inside you. By the time I reach the number “two” you should be right there on the edge. Your orgasm should be built up and spilling over.

Make yourself comfortable. Go somewhere quiet. Turn off all the noise that pollutes your life. Be alone with your thoughts. I want you to feel as if these words are moving your still and rested body. Take a deep breath, a really deep breath. Hold it a moment before exhaling. Exhale until all the air has left your lungs. Allow it to exit your body along with your stress and tension. Now, do it again. Inhale all the way, hold it, and then exhale. The longer you exhale the more bad you push out. Feel your body becoming lighter. Feel your stress and worry fading away.

I want you to move your hand up and down your skin as you read these words, continuing to breathe deep full breaths. Start at your neck and slide your hand down across your chest, then back up to your neck. Take your time. When your hand moves down it gets lower and lower. Feel your fingers slipping over your breasts and stomach and then back up. Move them down to your hips and then back up again. Now, move lower to your thighs. You should feel good and relaxed. You should feel like you’re touching yourself in the ways you’d want someone to touch you. Keep that in mind when you slip a hand between your legs. Glide the backs of your fingers up and down along your lips, up and down; up and down. As you begin to rub yourself, imagine everything I describe.

Ten!

Maybe you’re walking to your car in a poorly lit parking lot. Maybe you’re walking down a sidewalk after a night of drinking. The where doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is it’s dark and you’re alone. You’re vulnerable. This is a moment you’ve experienced many times when you realize someone could grab you and throw you to the ground. He could do whatever he wanted and no one would be able to stop him. You tell yourself that you’re crazy. No one’s lurking in the shadows. But that doesn’t keep your chest tightening. That doesn’t keep your stomach from churning.

It’s chilly but not freezing. It’s quiet enough for your breathing and your footsteps to be the loudest sounds you hear. The sky is clear. There is no moon but there are many stars. You can’t see me but I can see you. My eyes follow you as you move. You have no idea I’m there but something feels off. You’re like prey on the edge of the tall grass, suddenly aware you’re being stalked. You swallow hard. Your breathing picks up its pace. Blood rushes to your muscles in case you have to flee or fight.

Now, place your middle and index finger above your clit at twelve o’clock and slowly begin moving around and around. Remember, start slow and gradually build with each number.

Nine!

Fog rushes out of my mouth with every hot breath I exhale. My hands are balled up so tightly my nails dig into my palms. Imagine how my heart must be racing as I picture throwing you to the ground and ripping off your clothes. I haven’t decided I am going to do it, at least not consciously. I’m acting all on impulse. I see you there, fragile and defenseless, and I just want to possess you. I have this need deep inside me to show you that I can bend you to my will.

I tell myself you know I am there, that you’re putting yourself in this dangerous position because it’s part of a flirtation. Inside my head, there’s a whole relationship developing. Maybe I could just go up and talk to you. Maybe I could say something like, “Would you want to hang out sometime.” But I already know you’d lie to me about some boyfriend you have or some other kind of bullshit. I tell myself, “She’s a fucking tease. She wouldn’t be dressed like that and all alone if she wasn’t a whore who wants me to come fuck her.”

You’re standing there thumbing through your phone, trying to take your mind off the fact that you are alone and in the dark. You don’t even realize I’ve begun creeping closer. You have no idea that I’m thirty feet away, now twenty, now ten. I’m close enough I can hear the video you’re watching. I’m so close I can almost smell the conditioner in your hair. I can almost feel the warmth coming off your body. Five feet away. Now, three. I stretch my arm out. It’s too dark. There’s no shadow to tell you I’m right behind you. I can see your jugular pulsing. I can feel your heart beating.

Eight!

My hand covers your mouth and I pull you into my body. I feel your hot breath when you scream but it’s muffled, and even if it wasn’t there’s no one around to hear you. I squeeze tighter and you snap your head back, slamming it into my chest.

Laughing, I respond, “You aren’t strong enough to hurt me.”

Your teeth dig into my hand but I just hold it there. I push deeper into your mouth. “Is that it? Bite harder. You’re turning me on.”

You bite harder, but your jaw can’t break the skin of my rough calloused hand.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this. You fucking knew I was watching you, didn’t you?” You shake your head “no” but I grab you hard and yell, “Didn’t you!”

You nod “yes!”

“See, that’s what I thought. Fucking, whore.”

My free hand gropes at your breasts through your jacket, shirt, and bra. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream you won’t like what I’m going to do.”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

I turn you around so we are face to face, but your eyes are closed. With the tips of my fingers, I brush your hair back. “I’d never hurt you,” I say and then ease your hand down to my bulging cock. Your whole body trembles. “I’m going to give you what you’ve always wanted.”



Seven!

I lean in to kiss you but you turn away. So, I lick up from your chin all the way to your eye. Can you feel it, my thick rough tongue leaving a warm trail of saliva on your cold skin? You act like you’re going to gag. Your face scrunches up and you groan through your tears.

“You like it, whore. Don’t pretend you’re too good for me.”

I grab your chin and turn your gaze back to me. Plunging into you, I try to force my tongue past your lips but you lock them like you’re a fucking prude. I squeeze your cheeks to the point I’m almost crushing your slutty little face. You snivel and cry. “Stop being a pathetic bitch. Give me a nice kiss.”

The muscles in your neck flex when you try to turn away again, but I hold you right where I want you. “Ha. I told you I’m too strong for you. We both know it.” I squeeze harder. Sobbing, you finally open a bit and I jab past your teeth, swirling my tongue around the inside of your mouth. I feel your tears falling onto me.

Like a pitiful whore playing hard-to-get you squirm. So, I stop kissing you long enough to slap you across your cunt-face. My hand cracks loud. You scream, “Please let me go! Please!”

I slap you even harder, “I’m telling you one more time. You’re going to give me what I want or I’m going to really hurt you.”

You nod and I smile. I go back to kissing you like my goal is to reach down into your stomach. I know this is the most disgusting kiss you’ve ever had, and I don’t care. I’m trying to show you that you don’t matter. I am trying to show you that you aren’t human to me. You’re just another cunt-whore who needs to be put in her place.

After your lips are soaked with my stale spit, I pull back. Your eyes focus off to the side, staring out into the empty dark. I wipe away your tears. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I can be nice. I can be really nice if you give me a chance. I want to get along with you.”

You don’t respond. Your body is as stiff as a brick wall.

Six!

“You’re all mine, now,” I whisper as I reach down and unbutton your jeans. I push them and your panties lower until they’re around your thighs. You can feel the cool air on your bare skin but you aren’t cold. You’re burning. I reach between your legs and feel your dripping wet pussy.

“You wouldn’t be this wet if you didn’t want me.”

You shake your head “no,” as I ease a finger deep inside you. Your head is still shaking “no” when you whisper the word, “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought. I knew this was exactly what you needed.”

Two fingers, now three, I stretch your cunt getting you ready for my thick rapist-cock. I move in and out of you like you’re not even human- like you’re a cut of meat I’m feeling around inside of you to determine if it’s high or low quality. Tears stream down your face, but your arms latch onto me. Your nails dig into the skin on the back of my neck.

“This is going to be the greatest night of your life,” I whisper to you, nearly forcing my entire hand up inside you. “All you’ve ever wanted was for a man to come along and take you. This is what all you bitches want.”

Five!

Pushing you down on to the ground you fall on your back. The earth is cold and a little wet. You squirm away on your elbows and feet, but I easily keep pace, walking towards you and unbuckling my belt.

“I thought we’ve already been through this. Playing hard to get is boring.” I unzip my fly. “We both know you want me.”

I put the bottom of my dirty boot on your leg and you stop trying to get away. Reaching into my boxers I pull out my thick hard cock and stroke it as I tower over you. “Look at it. Get a good look at it.”

You turn your head off to the side and I press my foot harder into you. “Bitch. I fucking told you to look it.”

When you look back, your eyes grow wide watching my hand move up and down along my shaft.

“That’s it. Get a good look at it. Come closer.” I take my boot off of you and you get on your knees. “You’ve never seen a dick like this before.”



Four!

I rub my cock across your closed mouth. My other hand runs through your hair, holding you close to me. You can feel my precum on your lips and it triggers something inside you. Unlocking your jaw, your tears stop and take me into your throat. “That’s it. Now you’re getting it. Look at you. Look at you go.”

I guide your head as you move up and down. I push you lower until you gag. You try to pull away, but I don’t allow you to. I force myself deeper. “Take it all, you fucking bitch.”

You’ve had your throat fucked before but this is different. It feels like I’m trying to destroy you. It feels like I’d fuck a hole into the back of your skull if I could. Gripping both sides of your head, I rape your esophagus. You gag and choke. Saliva drips down your chin

Pulling my cock out you hold your mouth open. I slap you with my spit covered dick and you almost smile through your mascara-streaked face. And then I force myself back in. “You like it when I rape your slutty throat? Don’t you?”

You nod on my cock. Somehow, I fuck you even more brutally than before. Letting go of your head, you move up and down all on your own, pushing me deeper into your throat then I was able to. You reach up with both hands to stroke my shaft. I feel your grip twisting and tightening. I feel your mouth sucking.

Three!

I slap you hard across the cheek, knocking you off my dick and onto your back. Before you’ve had time to realize what happened I’m already on top of you. I’m already straddling your legs and rubbing myself on your dripping wet cunt. “Tell me you want this. Tell me the truth. Don’t lie to me.”

Your lip quivers and you choke back tears. I brush your hair off your face and whisper, “Shh, it’s ok. You can admit it.”

You swallow hard.

“Do you want me to rape you?”

You shake your head, “yes.”

And with that, I move my hand from your hair to your throat, and I ease my cock into your smooth sleek pussy. Your whole body trembles under my weight. “You’re mine, now. You fucking slut. I own you.”

My thick rapist-cock splits you open as I shove into you as deep as I can. It feels like every cubic millimeter inside you is filled up. It feels like the rest of the world is frozen around us, and I’m the only thing that’s moving. And maybe that’s true, in a way. Maybe I have the power to stop everything. I have the power to hurt you. I have the power to take what I want from you and discard the rest. The only power you have is to decide how much you want to fight before you give yourself to me.



Two!

I grunt. I growl. I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. It feels like I’m trying to dig a hole a hundred feet deep by slamming your body into the earth. The harder I choke you the harder you push your body up into me. The harder I slap you the louder you moan. “Are you ready?” I snap. “Are you finally fucking ready to admit the truth.”

Your hands slide up the back of my shirt and your nails dig into my skin. You pull me closer. “I’m ready,” you cry out. “Take me. Make me yours. I give myself to you. I want you. I’ve always wanted you even before I knew you existed.”

I spit on your face. “You fucking whore.”

You smile. “Yes, I’m a whore. I’m your whore.”

I slap you as hard as can. “You disgust me. Do you know that?”

“Good,” you moan. “I should disgust you. Give it to me. Rape my disgusting cunt. Split me open. Abuse me. Make me feel worthless. Make me feel hopeless. I want it. I want you to rape every emotion I have out of me until I’m just an empty shell.”

My cock pulses inside you and your body quivers. I know this has been building for such a long time. You were never meant to have the control you have. It has never felt right. You go through life feeling like you’re faking it, just trying to survive, just trying to get to a space where you can be alone so no one sees you hyperventilating. And now that I have taken all your power you’re right there on the edge. Your pussy is so tight around me. I choke you harder and harder. Your mouth opens but no sounds come out.

One!

Let go. Right now, you have my permission to cum. You feel me unloading inside you. You feel all my rapist-cum filling you up. Give it to me. Show me that you really are ready to be what you were always meant to be. Show me you’re that dirty rape-bait-whore I saw standing there all alone in the dark, thumbing through her phone. Show me that you’re that lost little girl waiting for the right monster to come along and take what’s his. Explode. Cum for me.

Keep rubbing yourself don’t stop. Rub your little clit for me as fast as you can. Rub so fast it feels like your wrist is going to break off. Cum for me again. I want it all. Make it one long orgasm that feeds into the next. Remember how I grabbed you. Remember how I covered your mouth and groped all over you. You look back and you remember how good it felt. You recall me forcing my hands inside you. You recall the way I raped your throat. And even though you fought me in the beginning, it was all worth it, because now you finally have my permission to let go. Cum again. Now. Right. Fucking. Now. Obey me. It’s what you’ve wanted your entire life. Maybe you couldn’t admit it until this exact moment, but your whole life you’ve wanted someone strong enough to break you. You’ve wanted someone strong enough to help you feel absolutely nothing.

Cum again. And again. And again. Don’t stop cumming until you’re completely empty- until I’ve taken everything you have to give.