For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.
R is for Rape (CNC)
This story is going to be a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene. In reality, rape is not good, in any way, shape, or form. But in fantasy (written or acted out), rape scenes can be very sexy. There’s a factor of the loss of control, in particular, that does it for me. Here is a short story based on a roleplay we’ve done.
“How does it feel to be captured, Princess?”
I look up at him in horror. It’s the prince from the neighboring kingdom. Arrogant. Tall. Muscular. And dare I say it, handsome.
He smiles at me with a wicked grin. “I couldn’t believe it when my men said they found you all alone in the forest, dressed like this…” He let his voice trail off. Okay, so he might have a point there. I’m wearing a top that’s black and lacy and almost see through. My skirt goes to my knees at least. I had heard that there was an underground party in the forest, and I wanted to get out and have a good time. My parents are so boring, and so overprotective sometimes. I can’t stand it. I just wanted to sneak out for one night. It was just my luck that Prince Richard found me. Ugh!
He has me handcuffed, my arms up over my head, and my legs spread apart with a spreader bar.
“Now what should I do with you?” he muses, but it doesn’t seem like he expects an answer.
He picks up something from the side of the bed, and I see it’s a magic wand (no, not that kind of magic wand. A Hitachi magic wand). I shiver. I have one of those, and it can give great orgasms. He pulls my skirt up and presses it against my clit. I’m wet instantly. This is fucking hot, even though I’m not supposed to be having sex. My father is going to marry me off to some prince, solidify the kingdom, all of that medieval bull shit. But he can’t do that if I’m not a virgin.
I want to protest, but it’s hard when it feels so good. I finally stop fighting it and let the vibrations bring me to orgasm. Prince Richard spends the time touching me, pulling my top down to expose my breasts, pinching my nipples, gripping my flesh. God it feels good to be touched.
“How does that feel, Princess?” he asks.
“Good,” I groan. I can’t even pretend.
“Good, Sir?” he questions.
“Good, Sir,” I say. I…kind of like calling him Sir. That’s not what I expected, but it feels right somehow. Odd.
“Good girl,” he praises.
I like that, too.
“Are you allowed to cum, Princess?”
I bite my lip and nod, “As long as I’m a virgin, Daddy can still marry me off.”
He chuckles, “Maybe he’ll marry you off to me.” He leans down so the next words come right in my ear, “It would be nice to know that the princess I get has a wet cunt. All the better to pleasure me with.”
I shiver, and realize that I hope exactly that. If I have to marry someone, I would pick Prince Richard.
J R Vincente 