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"Simple" Rape Scene (dom_minded X Nurse_K)

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dominant_minded

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"You've got a client, Ron," the concierge said to Matt, as she didn't know his real name. "She's waiting in room 2."

He couldn't help but grin. Even though he'd worked at this S&M club for over three months, it was still funny to him how very blase the regular staff was about what was going on in the rooms. It was particularly ironic to him, since he'd been convicted and thrown in prison for doing something very similar to the 'work' he now did at the club. Of course, all of his current 'victims' were willing. Writing down in detail on cards how they wanted to be used and degraded, and exactly what the limits were. Still it was fun work when you had his kind of desires, a nice outlet to keep him out of trouble... or at least that's what he told himself. Truthfully... well... that's why he categorized every 'client' into one of two types from the moment he saw them: appetizer or entree. He hadn't been assigned an entree yet, and so he hadn't had to admit to himself what would happen when he did.
 
Kelly had sat in the waiting room for twenty minutes trying to figure out what to put on her card. She couldn't believe that she was here. She had decided that she was going to try something different for once in her life. She was a very sheltered girl and had just graduated high school, she would turn nineteen in three months. She'd never been with a man and wasn't ready to be yet, but she thought this might be a good way to throw her into the sexual scene that she was sure she'd find at college.

She stared at her card and finally made her choices: NO/ Vaginal or Anal Penetration, blindfolds, blood, or tazers. YES Oral Stimulation, handcuffs, whips, ice, mild hitting, spanking, hair pulling, and name calling. She stood up and brought her card to the bored looking girl at the desk, and then sat down. Kelly (though she'd put her name down as Donna) was five foot four with light brown hair, pulled back in a pony tail. She was a curvy girl who could probably lose ten pounds, but she wasn't fat. She had little hands and little feet, but wide hips, thick thighs, voluptuous breasts, and a shapely butt. Her eyes were a cool blue and seemed very fragile.

She went into the room when she was told to. She slowly took off her clothes and folded them neatly, setting them in the designated box by the door. She felt so strange naked, and knowing that someone else (a man, no less) was going to be seeing her that way. She knelt in the middle of the room and folded her hands together, her eyes squeezed shut.
 
Matt flipped the card over and read the list of wants and limits of his new client. No penetration? So much for getting off this session, he thought. He read her chosen safe word. Parrot? Who is this chick?

He hurried down the hall, reworking the part in his blonde hair as the last client had kind of mussed things. He opened the small viewport in the door to room 2, making sure he made a lot of noise doing it. It was always fun to see what kind of reaction that drew, and it told you a lot about the kind of girl you were dealing with. He gulped when he saw the naked girl sitting in the room. She was... absolutely perfect. Young (she couldn't be older than 20), brunette or possibly dirty blonde, shorter than his 5'7", curvy instead of anorexic (a personal pet peeve of his), and there was something... vulnerable about her.

He closed the viewport and pressed himself up against the wall, clenching his fists. She was most definitely an entree. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He quickly pulled the tray holding her clothes through the door, taking them with him as he ran to get another card. A blank. He penciled in options he had memorized long ago and wrote a different safe word down, then he pinned it to the 'occupied' sign on her door. Next stop was wardrobe to choose an outfit for her.
 
She jumped when she heard the viewport open. She held her breath until she thought she would pass out and then she breathed out loudly. She whimpered a little bit and clenched her hands even tighter together. She was beginning to regret the fact that she had come. But she'd paid for two hours. And it was expensive. Really expensive. Kelly took a few deep breaths and then a few slow sighs.

"Chill out, Kelly. Just...just chill out." she muttered to herself after she heard the viewport close and heard the tray with her clothes get taken away. She knew that that would happen. She was supposed to wear whatever outfit her dominant gave her. She just hoped it was something she could tolerate.
 
He went through the racks of female outfits, thinking about how she had jumped when she knew she was being looked at. What to choose? She was nervous, vulnerable. Something revealing? Maybe. Leather, PVC? No. It really wasn't his taste. Something soft. He moved into the lingerie racks. Thongs, 1/4 cup bras? No. Oh... now this was it. It was a simple pair of cotton string bikini panties with ties on the sides, but there was no way that the back would comfortably cover that delicious ass she was sporting. Most importantly though... they had the perfect words written on them. Things like 'naughty', 'flirt', and 'I <3 boys'. Mmmmm. Ok. For a top, he found a cotton pj top that read 'juicy' on a rack that was obviously at least half a bust size too small for her. Almost perfect. He walked over to the shoes and picked a pair of maribou slippers with 4 inch heels that matched the pale blue of the rest of the 'outfit'. He walked back to the room and put everything into the tray, shoving it back under the door.
 
She turned her head when she heard the tray being slipped back inside again. She saw a little pile of clothing in there, but no where near as much clothing was needed for a full outfit. She waited a moment, until she thought whoever was at the door might be gone (she was self conscious for some reason, though she shouldn't be as she WAS at an S&M Club), and then approached the tray. She picked up the cotton PJ top and raised an eyebrow at it. Juicy? She swallowed uneasily and put it on, the top squeezing her D-cup breasts as it was obviously meant for someone with a smaller chest. She then picked up the bikini panties and pulled them on as well, which hugged her ass tighter than they probably should. She slipped her feet into the heels next, walking delicately to the middle of the room.
 
He didn't watch her get dressed, preferring to only see the finished product. Instead, he got his cart ready with all the tools he wanted to use on her. Of course, her purposely included most of her 'no' list. He threw a curtain over the cart to hide it's contents. When he heard her heels clacking, he took that as his sign to come in. He whistled loudly as he did. "I see I have a sexy bitch lined up for the next two hours," he said as he wheeled the cart in and locked the door behind him. He leaned in next to her ear and whispered threateningly, "Hi, I'm Matt. I'll be using you for everything you're worth today, Donna." He didn't know why, but he wanted her to know his real name. It was a ridiculous risk, but then again, so was the rest of this. He took one more look at her, especially those fragile eyes. Oh, this was definitely worth it.
 
She jumped when he entered the room, her face flushing deeply when he whistled at her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself in embarrassment, she sooo wasn't used to having men see her like this. Matt? His name was Matt? She didn't really want to know his name...that made him real. If she didn't know his name, she could make him into some kind of dream or something. But they were passed that already. She winced a little when he said 'Donna' and was glad that he didn't know her real name. That would make it easier on her, at least. She swallowed uneasily and tried to look him in the eye but she was too scared. She looked away and wrung her hands together, a small whimper escaping her lips as she couldn't actually answer him.
 
"You've chosen a pretty cute little outfit to get me turned on, slut," he said to her as he walked around behind her. "I especially like how it grabs those perky, loaded milk bags you're carrying around for tits", he said and cupped both of her breasts in a surprise attack as he said the word 'tits'. "Not to mention how these panties can't possibly hold this ridiculously jiggly ass you're endowed with," he continued, releasing her breasts and smacking her butt to punctuate the word 'ass' this time. "That shirt ain't kidding when it says 'juicy'," he teased her, "You know what, whore? I think I'd like to hear you tell me how much you like these panties, but... I want you to moan the word panties like the bitch you are whenever you need to use it in your description." He stroked her ass encouragingly, but when she seemed reluctant, he pushed harder. He whispered in her ear, "Do it and make me excited by it, or I swear that you'll have a broom handle up your asshole before you can blink."
 
The way he was talking to her confused her. She hadn't picked this outfit. H-hadn't he? If he hadn't picked it...who had? Did that mean that someone else had looked at her?! That disturbed her a little, but she couldn't exactly say that she was against it. After all, she had come to an S&M Club. She had to assume that more than one person might get a glance at her. She jumped once more when he grabbed at her breasts, her heart racing off into oblivion. She told herself to calm down, that she was here willingly...and then he slapped her ass. She yelped and clenched her fists to try to control herself. She swallowed hard again and tried to obey his instructions, but she was having great difficulty getting words to form in her mouth as it was. "I...I like these...panties," she tried to moan the word, but it was difficult for her, "a...a lot."
 
Still standing behind her, he grabbed a large handful of her hair and jerked her head back roughly. He slid his tongue out and licked from the side of her neck up her cheek slowly but sloppily, like an animal would when tasting meat. "Oh really now? Tell me, cum slut, what do you like about your... panties?" he whispered in her ear, not letting her off the hook yet. He reached around and grabbed her crotch and started to roughly press the cotton into her folds as she tried to answer.
 
Kelly thought her heart was going to pound itself right out of her body. She swallowed hard again, swearing to herself that she wasn't going to use her safe word. Not yet. Parrot, she thought to herself, parrot. Don't forget that. Parrot. She took a deep breath in and blinked what seemed like a thousand times, trying to keep hold of her mind. She yelped when he grabbed at her crotch and immediately wriggled to try to get away from him, though she was obviously not successful. "I...I like...that my...panties," she thought she moaned the word better this time, "are b-blue,"
 
He chuckled and whispered, "Much better." He used his hold on her crotch to push her back onto him. His cock was already getting hard and poked her in her panty-covered ass. "Now... let's see.. how should we begin." He reached over to cart and felt around under the cloth to find a pair of handcuffs, as those were on her card. He kept poking at her sex, so he had to hand her the cuffs. "Put them on, bitch, behind your back."
 
She was highly disturbed by his poking at her with his manhood. She had written NO VAGINAL PENETRATION in giant letters on her card. She'd underlined it, drawn a box around it, and would have highlighted it if she could. She took the handcuffs when he handed them to her and looked down at them warily. Why had she said yes to those? She regretted that now, but put one hand in a cuff and closed it. Then she brought her hands behind her and did the same with the other, her hands cuffed securely behind her.
 
Like a lamb to the slaughter, he thought to himself. A chill of excitement ran through his body, and as he had himself plastered up against her back, with his fingers poking around at her pussy, the shiver ran through her too. Hmmmmm, he thought. With what he was planning, he figured he'd better start with fucking her face if he wanted to avoid getting bit. It was all the more exciting as he considered that all she'd be doing would be providing the foreplay that would get him that extra bit of hardness to violate her better.

He stepped back from her and grabbed a hold of the cuffs that kept her wrists together. He raised his foot and gently kicked the back of her knee, startling her more than hurting her, and then pushing down on her calf as the leg bent in response to the kick. He put more of his weight onto her leg, forcing her down onto her knees. He found a suitable anchor point on the floor, an iron ring designed for this very thing like many on the walls, and clipped her handcuffs to it so that she was bound to the floor on her knees.
 
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