Virtually Violated

The silence was driving her mad, her apartment was so quiet it was haunting. She had been waiting for this all week. A rare moment to have a day entirely to herself. Her boyfriend was at work, she had managed to avoid her friends, to avoid commitments and was expecting a wonderful day to herself. No people, no drama, just her and a good book, a face mask, self-care and some doom scrolling. Instead, she got bored. One of those moods, the kind that comes when you have the freedom to do anything, she suddenly wants to do nothing.

Thinking for a moment, she decides maybe she will see what all the hype is about. He games constantly. His recent obsession with that stupid VR headset, she hates that thing, he looks like an idiot flailing around at nothing. Slipping it on, expecting a game, to be whisked away to some fantasy world that would explain his wasted hours as she saw them. Instead, she was greeted with a browser, a bookmarked gallery of trashy porn. Full 360 degrees of uncomfortably high definition smut.

She couldn’t help it. Bursting as she finds herself laughing out loud, a she had never really thought about the idea of virtual porn. Skimming a few videos herself, she caught nothing of interest, it all looked off. The acting was somehow even worse than normal porn. The resolution was weirdly high, she doesn’t want to see the pores on this poor girl she’s thrusting into. Then, a thought crossed her mind. She herself has no problem with porn, or his watching of it, but what she craved was audio smut. Through trial and error, she manages to navigate to a virtual audio site, figuring out how to play a story as it loads a map of the stars. The laughter died down. Replaced by an exciting curiosity.

Soon enough she was lost in a galaxy, exploring the universe. Swirling around her in 360 degrees while a deep gravelly voice in her ears narrated a tale of interstellar conquest, of planets and men. Slipping the headset off, she rushes to the bedroom, excited at what comes next. With nothing to do she had slipped on nothing but one of his oversized flannel shirts this morning, making the next steps easy.

Slipping the headset back on, she was fully immersed as the story played out. Her fingers tracing the hem of the collar of his shirt. A devilish combination of this narrator's deep, sensual voice and the intensely rendered expanse of space made her feel small, vulnerable. Incredibly sensitive. She began to tease at herself. Her fingers were dancing around her body, teasing at the edges, circling, never landing, building up to that agonizing throbbing. Hovering closer and closer to climax at the same slow and steady pace of the story. Her breath hitching, short gasps building towards that familiar warm flood of pleasure. Her clit, swelling, wet hard and dying for touch, pulsed in time with the narrator’s voice, each word a light brush against her earst, sending shivers down her spine. The imagined touch, the growing wetness between her legs, was almost unbearable.

Then, the real world came crashing down. A pair of hands, large, heavy, strong. Clamped down on the headset, pressing it firmly against her face, forcing her back into the mattress. Unable to pull away as she felt the flannel yanked upwards, buttons snapping off. The sudden, forceful pressure of the headset against her face, pinning her, was shocking, a jolt of alarm, but beneath it, a strange, undeniable thrill. This wasn't how he usually touched her. This was demanding.

“Babe?”

She gasped, her voice high, full of surprise, yet still dripping with arousal. The shock let off and instead she found this new situation just as wonderfully exciting. Her mind, still half-lost in the virtual galaxy, struggled to reconcile the gentle man she knew with this sudden, aggressive presence. But her body... her body was already leaping into it.

“Your home early. Oh god, leave it on please, this.. This is so much better”

This was a new sensation, her eyesight robbed by the headset, her hearing drowned by the story still playing, the intensity of the narrated scene in her ears, the hands grabbing at her body. She was drowning in it all. Sinking deeper and deeper, getting closer as he pawed, pinched and bit at her body. Squirming, she felt every touch so intensely. Unable to see or hear when it would come next. It was a new kind of excitement that had sent her into a wildly feral throw of desire she had never experienced before. The soft fabric of his shirt was bunched around her neck, her bare skin exposed to the cool room air, then the searing heat of his hands. They weren’t soft, coaxing hands. They were possessive, almost brutal, gripping her hips, her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Each pinch, each bite, sent a jolt of pain that only intensified the pleasure, making her whimper, her body writhing against the mattress. The narrator's deep voice continued its tale of conquest, now blending seamlessly with the rough reality of his touch, each thrust of the story mirrored by the aggressive claiming of her body.

“Babe?”

The groping had stopped, much to her disappointment. Wondering if something had gone wrong, reaching to slide the headset off. Stopped as she suddenly felt him between her legs. Letting go and dropping her hands back to her sides. He kissed a path down her stomach, sending a burning fire through her. The light stubble grazed her skin, rough but firm enough to send a cold shiver in direct competition with the pounding warmth of his lips. The sudden absence of his hands, then the unexpected descent of his mouth, was a dizzying shift. His stubble, usually a minor annoyance, now felt like a delicious scrape against her sensitive skin, trailing a path of fire towards her exactly what she needs.

His tongue, finally meeting its mark against her slick, dripping self, came like an attack. Ferocious in a way she had never expected. He was relentless, moving expertly, demanding more of her on his tongue, lapping her up like he had been starved, as if she could give him what he needed to bring him back to health. He was ravishing her with an expertise he had never shown before. Working her into a now violent frenzy as the narrator's seductive voice began an accurate description of a similar situation. His mouth, usually so tender, was now a hungry, monstrous force, his tongue plunging, swirling, sucking at her clit with a desperate intensity. She bucked against him, her hips arching, desperate for more, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations. This wasn't foreplay. This wasn’t tender love. It was a devouring, a raw, primal claim that stole her breath and robbed thought.

“OH MY GOD” She screamed, her head tossing against the pillow. Her whole body bending and twisting in delightful pleasure.

“BABE, dont fucking stop, dont you dare fucking stop”

Reaching down, grabbing his head, forcing him further, grinding as she forced that tongue to the entrance, her hips tracing circles, rubbing her clit against his nose. Demanding release, actively trying to drown him.

“Eat it, eat me, make me fucking cum”

Right at the edge, those hands grabbed the wrists forcing him against her. Throwing them aside with ease as she cried out at the abrupt denial. Anger and frustration had hre almost on the verge of tears, she was both disappointing and electric as he tossed her aside and yanked his head backward, the force of him throwing her off like she was nothing. It was surprisingly hot, so forceful in a way she never knew he could be. Then, without warning, her hips, wrapped in those rough hands, lifted from the couch. Grabbing so hard the pain surged through her, the sensation met by another gush. Then, without warning, he plunged into her, one solid, fluid stroke. Crying out, the sensation of being so instantly filled, so wet as she throbbed against that tongue he met no resistance, slid in perfectly, as if made for him. Her vision was failing now, virtual and real stars bleeding together. Eyes rolled into her head, no longer able to discern which was which, if she was seeing real stars or the ones birthed from this combination of painful pleasure. The sudden, sharp pull, the denial of her mouth, then the immediate, overwhelming invasion of him filling her, stretching her. It was too much, yet somehow, still not enough.

He felt different.. Larger. More aggressive. This wasn't the same usually gentle rhythm they had always shared. This was rough, driving into her with force, a primal desperation that cut straight passed her brain and lodged itself in each individual nerve. The sheer girth of him, the way he slammed into her, felt alien, yet utterly perfect. Each thrust was a violent impact, rattling her bones, bruising her pelvis, driving her deeper into the mattress. Her body, usually so accustomed to his soft, loving pace, was now being battered, taken, claimed with a ferocity that left her breathless, gasping, every muscle tensing and releasing in a frantic dance of pleasure and pain. The narrator’s voice, now a distant hum, spoke of surrender, and her body, against all logic, obeyed.

“FUUUCKKK”

Screamed in a way barely recognizable as human against the strain, against the deep moan forced from her belly desperate to escape her throat. Her hands, gripping at the sheets, fingers, toes spasming as she adjusted.

“Fuck me babe, fuck me harder, dont fucking stop. Im going to cum, im going to fucking cum”

Her breathing, if she could call it that, was intense. The welling sensation was starting its spread across her body. She never knew he could fuck like this. They had always been so lovingly romantic that this was all so new. Loving the thought that finding her, sprawled out, helpless on their bed touching herself had driven him so mad with lust. She broke. The gates flooded open as her body thrashed, tearing the sheets from the bed completely. Her toes cramp as they curl so hard she may never walk again. This was unlike any orgasm before. It sprung from the beating he was giving to her cervix and crawled along every nerve, snaked its way through her veins, it encompassed her body in a violent wave that thrashed her about. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound, as her muscles clenched around him, milking him, demanding more. The pleasure was so overwhelming it verged on pain, an obsessive, consuming stinging that tore through her.

He never stopped. His rhythm was consistent, sending wave after wave, shooting directly down her spine, attacking every nerve. A sensory overload that never seemed to end as each deep impact spread another violent flushing rush across her heaving body, now drenched in sweat as she began to go limp. Spent, with nothing left to give, nothing left for him to take.

She felt him stiffen, harden inside her. From rock to steel, she could feel what was coming next. Preparing herself to feel that emptiness as he pulled out, needing to feel that heavy heat of thick ropes shoot across her lower stomach. Instead, she was surprised, frozen, at what came next. He didn’t pull out as usual. He drove, hammered into her one last time. Flooding, painting her inside. She could feel it, as if she was getting wetter from the deepest point of her. A heat, burning warmth flooding into her, seeking to settle into the depths of her womb. It left her stunned. The act, the warmth, the sensation rocked her one last time. It was such a forceful feeling of pleasure her hands slammed into the mattress, reaching a climax so hard it was as if she was fighting for her life. The rush of his hot cum, filling her completely, deep inside, was an entirely new sensation, a profound claiming that left her breathless, spent, tingling with a strange, possessive satisfaction.

“You. came. in. me.”

Each word punctuated by a heavy breath

“You’ve never.. God… oh my god that was so fucking hot”

Reaching, weakly to wrap her arms around him, a groan as he pulled back, sliding out of her, leaving an empty void. Hands dropping as a small pout, escapes her lips. A light grunt, barely audible is the last thing she hears. She’s spent. Overstimulated. Drifting to sleep, her body aching from the violent reactions to him. To the aggressive nature he had never shown before. The headset hummed with that deep voice as her eyes faded. Spent and overstimulated, a ball of muscles that demand she curls into herself after all they went through, she drifted into a deep, heavy sleep, the quiet ambient sounds of the galaxy and narration fading away..

Waking up with a start. Feeling like she was being attacked, she jumped upright before realizing it was the headset still wrapped around her head. Face sore from the pressure of a strap not designed to sleep in. Pulling it off, blinking rapidly as she adjusts to the light in the room, she remembers what had happened. Looking around, the bed is empty. She assumed he had fallen asleep beside her as always. Disappointed, for only a minute before she felt uncomfortable, a sticky pool between her legs. Realizing the size of the mess. Embarrassed, she was still glowing, beaming brightly at the memory as she stood and stripped the sheets to throw them in the wash. Jumping into the shower to scrub the combined proof of a wild sorted moment.

“Babe? You there?”

Calling out, as she stepped into the shower. “That was amazing, we HAVE to do that again”

No answer. Maybe he woke up, stepped out for some snacks?

Wrapping herself in a soft towel, tucking the fold above her chest as she heads to the living room. Surprised to hear the front door creaking up as her boyfriend walked in, looking tired and smelling faintly of cheap beer.

“Hey love, sorry I'm late. The guys dragged me to the pub after work and i just lost track of time”

She froze. Her hand stopped mid air on the towel she was using to dry her hair. Her blood ran cold.

“The pub? What do you mean by the pub?”

Blinking, wondering what kind of weird joke he was playing.

“Yeah”

His only reply as he threw his keys into the bowl on the console table by the door.

“Oh right, Ty was supposed to stop by, said he was going to leave something for me. Was he here?

Her whole world tilted, she felt dizzy. Her voice, trembling as she tried to maintain some form of composure. The name "Ty" echoed in her ears, a blow to her reality. The rough hands, the aggressive thrusts, the intensity – it all clicked into place with disgusting clarity.

“I.. I fell asleep. I don’t thnk anyone stopped by”

Not quite a lie, she did fall asleep. How does one come out and say “Yeah your best friend found me playing with myself, fucked me while i came more than i have in my entire life, from the fantasy so i left the fucking headset on?” Panic was surging through her now. The person in the room, it wasn't him. He hadn't come home early. The roughness, the silence, the size of him. It all made sense now. He had seen her on the bed, blind, vulnerable. He was an asshole, she knew that already. His best friend, the guy always gave her the creeps. A womanizing piece of shit. But.. would he really take advantage of her like that? Of that opportunity? Thinking of how she must have looked, basically displayed to anyone who had walked in at that moment. Did she leave the door open? Did he just walk in? No one would really do that right? No one would really do that, right? The thought screamed in her mind.

At the thought, she felt a sudden warm rush between her legs. No longer sure if it was her own body reacting to the realization or the cum this barbaric piece of shit was leaking from her. She ran straight back to the washroom, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the toilet, chest heaving. The shame, the guilt. An internal battle being fought against an even more disgusting undeniable arousal. She fucking cheated. Kind of. No, she was attacked… just like the girl in the audio book..

Her mind raced, a kaleidoscope of images and sensations. The weight of him, so much heavier. The way he had filled her, stretched her, so much more than her boyfriend ever had. And the cum... he came inside me. The thought slammed into her, cold and stark. What if I get pregnant? The immediate terror was immobilizing, doubling her over. She struggled to breathe as she clutched her stomach, as if to physically ward off the possibility. This wasn't a game, this wasn't a fantasy. This was real, it was a violation, it could be the end of them.

But then, another thought, insidious and horrifying, began to surface. The sheer force of it. The primal urges she felt. The way her body had thrashed, screamed, begged for more, even as she was being taken. The orgasm, violent and consuming, unlike anything she had ever experienced with her boyfriend, a man she loved dearly but who had never pushed her past her limits, never demanded such raw surrender. Shame burned through her, a hot, disgusting taste in her mouth, but it was fighting against a deeper, darker, arousal. She was disgusted, horrified, violated... and yet, a wicked, part of her body was already tingling, remembering. The humiliation, the complete vulnerability, the raw, animalistic nature of the assault, instead of crushing her as it was a few seconds ago, was stirring something feral within her. It was wrong. So utterly, fundamentally wrong. And yet...

Reaching down, tracing her finger along the length of her lips, staring at the glistening moisture on her finger. This proof of the attack from an intruder to her home. Maybe it was the high from the attack, so different from the love making she’s used to, maybe it was curiosity. She didn’t blink, she raised it, touching it to her tongue. The taste was undeniable. She knew that taste, for some reason, it was now sweeter than usual. A jolt, electric and immediate, shot through her, from her tongue straight down to her aching, swollen pussy. It was a taste of betrayal, of raw, forbidden pleasure, and it sparked a hunger she hadn't known she possessed. Her legs, still trembling, felt heavy, yet alive. Her clit, bruised, was again throbbing, pulsing with a desperate need for more. She was sore, stretched, but the burning was already mingling with a craving. She wanted more. She needed it.That need sent more of him flooding out of her, the sensation starting another flush against her skin.

A dark thought flew through her mind, completely unforgivable. What if I made him... my boyfriend... finish inside me now? Right now. The idea was both repulsive and incredibly hot. Disgusted with herself, yet obsessed with the image, her body said yes. The humiliation, the vulnerability, the very fact of the assault had consumed her and turned her into an animal, something that craved the same intensity, the same utter loss of control, no matter the source. She needed it now, needed to feel that same overwhelming force, to take something from someone as someone had just taken from her. She needed to level the playing field, to take control of this feeling and give it to him. To show him what he could be, what she could be capable of now that she’s had a small taste.

Standing, washing her hands and taking a moment to compose her face. She heads back to the living room.

“Actually babe”

Her voice is now steady. Confidence coming from fear.

“I think I'm still a little sleepy, I think you should come cuddle for a bit.. Maybe show me how much you missed me?”

Winking at him as she lets the towel drop and fall around her feet, giving a clear view of her as she slides her hands along her body, reaching and stretching upwards before turning around and walking back to the room. Hearing his frantic footsteps as he chases after her. The rest can be dealt with later. Right now she has to level out the playing field

as she wonders if he would know the difference if she forced his face between her legs as she did earlier?