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No. I want to hear you come for me. I want that strangled gasp when you realize that you can't hold it back any longer. I want that desperate noise halfway between a moan and a sob that escapes your lips as you clench down on my bare cock.

I want it loud, because I'll be recording it.

So that every time after that, you can hear it again. So that you can hear just how you sounded when I first raped you into orgasm, as the unstoppable feeling rises inside you again.

I'll make more recordings. Many more. Someday you'll hear an unbroken stream of your own rapegasms from the moment I push my cock into you until the moment I leave you dripping my cum.

Tick.

You're asleep, exhausted after a long day. You don't wake until he's broken into your bedroom. You try to scream, but you're too late - he shoves your head into your own bed, muffling your cries, as he rapes your cunt raw.

Tick.

It's the second time. You stayed at friends' places for weeks, and when you finally came back, you kept pepper spray by your bed. He had a knife at your throat before you could reach for it. You come unwillingly, explosively, as you're raped again.

Tick.

He comes in through the window like a lover. Did you even remember to lock it? He gently cuts your clothes off of you as you lie there in the fetal position; you're sobbing and coming over and over as he fucks you like that.

Tick.

Raping a girl isn't just about getting some pussy; it's about the rush of power when a girl can't tell you no. Especially if she tries, or begs. I can just push my cock inside of her and have fun. It's her body, but it's mine.

But it is about getting pussy, too - just dialed up by that rush. Because she can't stop her body any more than she can stop me. She'll still get just as hot and wet for me as if she desperately wanted it; maybe more. She'll still milk my cock when she comes - even if she'd never come like that before.

Have you ever really imagined how that will feel, for him? How much pleasure you'll be giving him, when he takes you? How good your pussy will feel wrapped around his cock, even if you hate every second of it?

Even if you're willing. Even if it's something you desperately need.

I hope the way he treats you shows you that whether or not you want it, it's not your choice. That you don't get to decide whether he holds you down and fills your womb - only whether it's rape when he does.

Like leaving her tied up each day with the pill just barely out of reach, so that she has to strain and grasp for it, willing her body to stretch a little further.

Like holding it in my open hand while she sucks my cock with her hands tied behind her back, knowing that her performance will decide whether I let her lap it out of my palm or throw it across the room.

If she doesn't come for me, I'll fill her with my cum and tell her that one of us was going to get off, and really it's her fault if she gets knocked up.