Warning: The following erotica (written by my subbie) includes fantasy rape and crossdressing references. Click “Read More” to read.
I shifted my legs once again, crossing one over the other, ever aware of the soft feel of bare skin rubbing against bare skin. Constantly noticing the strange sensation of the cool air against my skin. I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on my skirt, which seemed to barely cover anything. All the time too afraid to look up, afraid I’d see people staring at me as they walked by. I knew they weren’t… but still, I was scared. I had never been completely alone like this. Sitting, by myself, on a bench in the mall. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
I guess I should have been worried this morning, when my Mistress woke me up saying she had a surprise for me today. She told me to go get ready, so I went to the bathroom to go through my typical morning routine: showering, shaving, and all the other normal things. When I got back to the bedroom I quickly saw that Mistress had picked out my outfit for the day. Right away I noticed something was missing… panties. She gave me a bra, so she couldn’t have forgotten. I smiled a bit to myself. I guess I’m being a complete slut today for Mistress. She must have something fun planned. I quickly put on my outfit, wiggling into the tight fitting denim skirt, admiring how it accented my ass in the mirror. I even ran over to my vanity to throw on a bit of slutty makeup. After all, I thought, if I’m going to be a slut for Mistress I might as well look good, as I finished brushing my hair out. Finally I slipped on the 3 inch silver heels she had left me and ran towards the living room to find Mistress, anxious to see what surprise she had in store for me.
As soon as I got to the living room Mistress grabbed me by the wrist and excitedly proclaimed that we’re going shopping today for some new outfits. And with that she started dragging me towards the door completely ignoring me complaints about going out like this.
And that’s how I found myself sitting outside the women’s restroom at the mall. I think she knew I wouldn’t go in with her, she offered for me to come with her, but I was already scared enough at the fact someone might notice me when we were shopping, the thought of being noticed in the women’s bathroom terrified me. And to make it even worse I think she was taking extra long to punish me. It feels like she’s been in there for forever. So here I sit, with my legs tightly crossed, terrified someone might see up my skirt and see what I really am.
I fidgeted again, moving my Mistress’s purse; I mean my purse, to my side. She’d been making me carry it all day, she even had my put all of my things in it. She told me all good girls carry purses, and it’s not like I had much choice. Skin tight mini-skirts don’t exactly have useful pockets. Then sometime unexpected happened, a guy sat down next to me. Shit shit shit, I thought. He looked about in his late 20’s and seemed pretty normal, at least he didn’t seem creepy. Just act natural I thought to myself, trying to remain calm.
Then he looked over at me and said “Hi.” Completely normal, completely innocent, fuck the first friendly person I ever meet in the mall and I can’t say hi back. I look up at him and smile cutely, trying not to be a complete bitch, but knowing that if I say anything I’ll be exposed. “How are you doing today?” he asks, trying to make conversation.
For the first time I curse being passable for a cute girl and start to pray Mistress hurries the fuck up already. I smile at him again and let out a barely auditable “Good,” praying that it doesn’t give me away.
Then suddenly he grabs my purse and my hand at once and stands up. He starts to walk away, as casual as ever, and when I try and remain he just yanks me to my feet. I try to pull away put he just grips my hand tighter and continues to walk. No one even takes notice; we must look like a couple. What should I do, my mind started to race, even as my submissive nature made me fall into step beside him. I thought about screaming but I couldn’t, not without letting the entire mall know I was a guy. I didn’t know what to do, so I just followed him. I followed him right out the door of the mall and around the corner. What the hell am I doing, I thought. I tried again to pull away but it was no use. I couldn’t even make a scene anymore. I was in an alley somewhere behind the mall, there weren’t even any people about to help me.
He shoved me up against the wall and wrapped his hand around me, sliding it under my skirt. I feel his hand slap against the bare skin of my ass while weird sadistic grin crosses his face as he realizes I’m not wearing panties. I started to freak, I didn’t know what to do. I was going to be raped, as a girl. What happens when he finds out I don’t have a pussy for him to fuck. Shit. I squirm away as soon as a feel his fingers dig into my left butt cheek. “Someone is a naughty girl,” he says to me, watching as I back myself into a corner.
I start whimpering helpless and drop to my knees, knowing there’s only one way I’m going to keep my skirt on. “Wow, you’re a fucking slut,” he looks at me in mock disgust, “you’re practically begging to suck my cock, aren’t you? I wish all girls were as easy as you, it would make my line of work so much simpler.”
He grabs my hair and shoves my face in his crotch. “I wanna listen to you beg for it then, since your being such a little whore. I might even go easy on you then,” he laughed at me.
I knew I couldn’t open my mouth. He’d fucking kill me if he found out I was really a guy, there was only one thing I could do. I just had to get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. Hopefully he’d let me just go if I was good.
I started to quickly try to undo his jeans with my mouth, and managed to some how get his cock free using only my mouth. I felt his hand twist my hair tighter and he started to taunt me more. “You know what girl, I like you. You don’t waste time with talking and just get straight to point. I wish more sluts knew their place, like you do. So I’m gonna ignore the fact that you didn’t listen to me and just let you wrap your sexy little lips around my cock, okay slut? Hell, I might even keep you. You’d probably enjoy a life of being my own personal fuck toy.”
I hoped he would forget that last part as I slowly slid his cock between my lips. I started to slowly move my mouth up and down, letting my tongue trace over the contours of his dick. I resisted the thought of gagging; this had to be good. If I didn’t do a good job now, then he might get an idea to fuck me someplace else… and then I was in trouble. I didn’t have much of a chance to go at my own pace though, he dug his hands into my hair and starting fucking my mouth, rough. I kept trying to do the best job I could, running my tongue up and down his cock.
I’ll admit, I was getting into it a bit, I’d always fantasized of being raped like this. I think he noticed this too, maybe it was because I was starting to rub myself against his leg in rhythm to his thrusts. “Wow, you’re such a whore aren’t you? You’re really enjoying this. Mmm…I think you’re the first girl I’ve ever met who actually enjoyed being raped.”
His words started to get more spaced out by moans, he was breathing heavy. I started to suck harder, wrapping my tongue around his cock. Fuck, this was turning me on way more then it should. “What a little whore… mmm… I bet she wants to be fucked now too…” I started to suck run my tongue up and down his cock quicker, he was close… but I had to make him finish before he decided to try something else. I wanted him too though… every time he called me a whore. Maybe I am a whore, getting so turned on by being raped and used like this.
I felt him start to tense up. “You’re such a slutty little girl, I should fuck you. You’d enjoy it.” Just a little but more… I felt his warm precum drip on my tongue. “Too bad you don’t have a tight little pussy to fuck though, You’d make a good bitch.” Before I even had a chance to process what he said, he pulled out and covered my face in his warm cum.
Somewhere between sexual exhaustion and fear I looked up at him and noticed something weird. Behind him stood my Mistress… with a video camera. She smiled at me as she walked over. “Good job slut, this will make a cute little movie.”
