ForceAndCommand
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You want to journey to where violence is golden.
To where the lines between fantasy and reality blur.
You've imagined it, haven't you? The dark parking garage where the only sounds at night when you're done working late are the soft clicks of your heels...the strange anticipation; the feeling of being watched; of being hunted...?
You get into your car and get to the safety of your home. But there was something exciting there for a minute, wasn't there? That slightly nervous, unsafe feeling...that someone might come along and simply take you by force...
Yes.
Can you smell the leather glove clamped tightly over your mouth as you try to scream, only to see the blue glow of the knife at your throat?
Can you hear the voice, dark and cold?
Get in the backseat bitch. Now.
Ah, yes. You'd humbly submit to having your skirt pushed up, rough fingers curling around the waistband of your panties, tearing them off, pushing into your dry, resistant little slit.
You like that don't you? You like it rough?
You whimper and nod, your eyes locked onto the gleaming steel that separates you from your will, while predatory eyes scan your body as you try to retain a shred of dignity by closing your legs, even as he pushes them open, his weight on top of you, his breath warm and smelling of gum or tobacco or maybe nothing...
And then you feel him entering you. Your body responds without consent and you feel your cunt slicken as he slides in and out of you, breathing heavily...tearing at your blouse, massaging and squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples as you shut your eyes tight...
Open your eyes. Open your mouth. Now, bitch. You're going to suck this cock.
And then he's in your mouth, as you try desperately to spit him out, he's got you by the hair. He's fucking your face. You're helpless. You feel him seize, then thrust deep...and an ocean of salt and hot syrup pours into your throat, as you sputter and choke and spit and...
But you're at home and none of that happened. You're at home and you're reading this...
You're wet now...and you see yourself in the bliss of surrender in the shallow glitter of that knife.
Yes.
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