Iβve hacked your phone.
I know where you work, I know where you go with friends, in know where you are every second of every day. Most importantly, I know where you live.
One day soon, youβll be out with friends, and youβll have a few drinks. Youβll realize later one was drugged. Despite being careful, not letting the drink out of your sight, not letting strangers get near it, you canβt control what happens to it before the bartender hands it to you.
You get wobbly, things get fuzzy. Your friends call an Uber for you, as theyβre not ready to call it a night yet. The uber passes me a block from your place, and I start walking towards your door. you stagger out of the car and it drives away, as I approach. Ever the gentleman I offer to help you into your apartment. You slur it a βthanksh β and you put your arm around my shoulder. Your brain almost registers itβs strange that Iβm stabilizing you with one hand going a tut and the other squeezing your ass.
You fish your keys out of your purse and I take them, we both know you wonβt be able to unlock the door. When we get inside, I shove you into your couch and pocket your keys. Splayed limply on your couch, moaning, dress riding up and tits trying to escape out of your low cut v-neck top. I get my cock out, stiff and ready, and put the tip against your lips. I pinch your nose closed so your mouth has to open and I start using your throat as a warmup. Your phone is half out of your purse, next to your head, where it landed when i tossed you down. I pick it up and point it at your face yo unlock it. Realize I need to pull my cock out of your mouth for a second and chuckle when you whimper.
Back you fucking your trust, now taking some pictures for you to enjoy later. After a while itβs time to move on and turn your limp body so that itβs easy to get your legs up and spread. Taking your panties to the side Iβm frustrated to find youβre still dry. βStay put, cuntβ I say even though youβre unconscious. I go to your bedroom and right through the nightstand for your lube. Back to the couch, I squeeze some it and rub it on your lips and up in your soon to be raped hole. Rubbing the rest on my stiff cock, I slide in until I canβt get deeper. Slowly sawing in and out, taking video of your βlesbianβ cunt getting stuff with a real cock.
Eventually I cum, snap a couple of pics of cum leaking out. Scoop some of it up and smear it on your lips. Youβll be out for hours, so I take the opportunity to go to the hardware sits and have a copy of your house key made. When I get back I need to use the bathroom and notice your eyeliner pencil on the vanity. I bring it back with me and write βthank you β across your tits, and βStarred now moreβ above your leaky cunt. More photos, before I flip you onto your stomach. Some fresh lube in your asshole, and Iβm back inside you. Pump a load deep inside, pull out, write βrape baitβ on your ass.
I donβt bother to clean you up or get you to bed. You wake up hours later, cold and confused. Slowly realizing what has happened, your phone buzzes. There are messages from your friends checking up on you, but also one from a new contact in your address book:βRapistβ. It just says βthanks, see you again soon. Maybe Iβll let you stay awake, see what itβs like when you struggle, how tight your cunt gets. Oh, and check your camera roll. xoxoxo -Rayβ
Fuuuuck. I'd be rubbing myself to the photos for the rest of my life. My imagination running wild about what you did while I was out of it π€€