1 | C N C i s N o t R a p e CNC is Not Rape – Part I The whore before him was physically immaculate and begging to please him. He had ordered her to remove her clothing, and her loose dress fell to the ground, revealing her perfect body. Everything leading up to that moment had been perfect too She had laughed at all of his jokes and the sparkle in his eye made him feel important. Having her on his arm made him feel like a millionaire, and the sequenced dress and heels complimented her figure. The l ooks of jealousy and lust made his pants tight all night, and the sneaky gropes kept him excited for what was to come. Walking into the house, his nerves picked up. The gorgeous woman stole his attention back, reminding him that his pleasure was all that mattered. Leading her to the bedroom, they kissed and touched each other like excited teenagers. He let go when they were at the end of his bed, sitting in an armchair a few metres in front of her. She stood there, confidently and silently, awaiting to se e what was about to happen. "Present yourself properly". The thin straps were slid off her shoulders and the dress fell to the ground. She made a few poses, twirled and climbed onto the bed sexily. He admired her body and her pussy before slowly rising to his feet. 10:55 pm; he checked his phone one last time, seeing the picture of his wife in a strawberry field. Smiling, he tossed it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, removed 2 | C N C i s N o t R a p e his belt and undressed, using the time to torment the slut who was patiently waiting to be taken by a dominant man. Peeking at him under her pussy, the intense eye contact said more than words could and he stared back with an intense fire. Naked, he joined her on the bed, overshadowing her body and sliding himself inside the beau tiful submissive who was vulnerably awaiting his thrusts. It was 11pm when his wife pulled into the driveway. Saturday nights were her favourite and she was usually feeling incredible at this point. She closed the garage door, gathered her things from the car and headed inside. Stopping at the door to the kitchen, she dropped the bags; hopefully the eggs didn't break. There was a note attached to the door written in her husband's handwriting. "Bedroom, now." She grabbed a shirt from her bag, put it on an d balled the ends into her hands. The moans got louder as she approached the master bedroom. Photos lined the hallway; her children, her wedding day, her family. The woman inside her room was screaming bloody murder, and she could hear her husband grunti ng beneath the racket. She quietly opened and closed the door , then began to speak. "You wanted m - " "Shut up and sit down." She sat where she had been standing. "On the chair." She had known what he had meant, but had reacted to his command before thinking. 3 | C N C i s N o t R a p e He had the slut bent over on their bed, her perfect body putting his wife to shame. Feeling uncomfortable, she watched as her husband used another woman for his pleasure, wishing she could stop him and talk to him. Holding his toy's hair back, h e held her face up, slowed down and made eye contact with his wife. "I'm better than you," the slut said. "He likes my pussy better, don't you?" "That's fucking debatable." He pushed her head back into the bed and sped up. "What are you thinking?" He continued to fuck the tight hole of the woman who was physically leagues above his wife, waiting for her to answer him. "That a god deserves to fuck who he wants to. I'm a very lucky woman and this makes you happy." "Good. Fuc k off". She left the room, closing the door silently behind her and heading downstairs. He flipped the woman before him over and softly kissed her neck. "You're so much sexier than my wife." Her hips lifted and her pussy clenched around his hard cock, dren ching his lap with her juices. "I'm perfect!" "Yes you are." Running his hand over her large, natural breast, he grabbed the flesh with force. Her hard nipple was poking out between two fingers and held it tightly as he fucked her pussy. Bending down, he licked her other nipple before kissing her neck. 4 | C N C i s N o t R a p e Continuing down her tight body, he raised himself into a kneeling position and touched her legs. Holding her ankles, he swiftly lifted her legs and repositioned her, grabbing both ankles with one hand. He rammed his cock balls deep until she came on his cock again. Laying down, he rolled the model material whore on top of him. "Prove yourself," his arms reaching behind his head to help him relax. The slut's toned body moved up and down on his cock and he t ook in her beauty. "I'm such a good girl! Aren't I Daddy?" She thought she was kinky, which made getting her on a date easy for an experienced Dom like him. "Yes, darling, you're a very," he surveyed her body again, "very good girl." Holding her hips, he took control over her body and pounded until he came. Discarding the condom, he threw on a pair of sweatpants and helped her gather her things. 5 | C N C i s N o t R a p e CNC is Not Rape – Part II Walking into the kitchen, he could tell his Tinder date was nervous. They would have to walk past his wife to get to the front door, and this was her first time doing anything like this. "Want a cookie?" "Are you seriously down here making cookies after that?" "Yeah, why not?" "I told you my wife was cool with it." The slut took a cookie from the plate, it was clear this woman was not going to get the plate out of her face if she didn't. The man turned to his wife, still cuddling the woman he had brought home. "Did you - " "The moment I heard you open the bedroom door. Sw eetie, your uber will be here in about five minutes. Thank you so much for tonight!" He picked up a cookie and escorted her out the front door. "Thanks, babe!" The uber was there quickly and the girl was very happy with their time together. "I'll call you," he wasn't going to call her but it felt polite to say that. Shutting the door of the uber, his focus shifted to his wife. He'd seen a mark on her arm and it was too hot to be wearing a long sleeved shirt. She'd showered while the 6 | C N C i s N o t R a p e cookies were baking but was wearing something she normally didn't wear. He knew they were all flag s for him, something they had discussed, but he had to end his session with the random woman first. He looked at his phone and a fresh notification popped up. "OMW she's not oka y" ... No. She was doing the dishes, the rolled up sleeves revealing bruises forming. He grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly. Frozen, he helped her take her hands from the water and supported her as she collapsed back into him. The walk from the kitchen to the couch ate at his soul. She wasn't crying, but was buried as deep into his chest as she could get. He placed her down and sat next to her, lifting her up to remove her clothing. Laid bare in front of him, he stepped back in anger. She was b adly injured and he'd let her bake cookies while he fucked someone. Worse still, he'd taunted her for it. Even worse, she had enjoyed it. "Who was it?" "I have no idea. Steve set it all up for me." "I'm going to - " "He's already taking care of it." "Good, that's why I - what happened? What do you need?" "I need to talk about it." This had happened a few times before, but something made him think this was worse. Being dominant in an open relationship has its perks, but it also has its downsides. This woman was his responsibility and he had failed. 7 | C N C i s N o t R a p e "Did you have fun?" "Yeah, but he wouldn't stop." "What do you need?" He didn't want to ask what had happened yet; she would tell him when she was ready. He could tell she was physically and emotionally exhausted, the most logical response would be “ sleep. ” "I need you inside me." The fresh wounds and bruises shone in the light and he questioned her sanity, but this is what she asked for. Scooping her up again, he carried her to the bed he had just used. She almost fell asleep in his arms, perking back up and whispering something about how grateful she was to have a good man. Gently placing her on the bed, he climbe d over her and rolled her to the side. Holding her hair tightly, he pulled her closer to him; his cock growing against her inner thighs as he pressed himself against her. "Tell me exactly what you want." "I need my pussy pleasured." Running his hands along her back, he felt more cuts. She was covered in them; Steve must have done first aid on her but it was still bad . He lifted her leg and slid his cock inside his wife's pussy, gently fucking her and following her cues. "More," his h and slipped around her neck. "More," he squeezed. Muffled, she screamed " kill me !" He kissed her 8 | C N C i s N o t R a p e temple and whispered "no" in her ear. Sweet nothings followed, praises and deep confessions of love. "You deserve this more." Most of the cuts were on her rig ht side, so he kept her on her left. "Does it hurt?" "A lot." "What if I do this?" He spanked her arse with force, rubbing the flesh afterwards. She screamed out in pain and curled into herself, his test showing him what he needed to know and giving him a little bit of enjoyment. He rolled her onto her back, lifted her legs and held her ankles the same way he had held the slut's legs earlier that night. Thrusting as deep and fast as he could, he watched his wife let go completely. Her muscles relaxed and her pussy clenched his cock tightly. Spreading her legs and putting them down, he brought his face up to hers and kept destroying her pussy. "Cum for me," she exploded again as he wiped the hair out of her face and kissed her lips. "You're mine, never fo rget that." Cumming inside her, he pulled his body away and laid down to rest. "Do you want to talk about it?" She burst into tears and threw herself into his body, his strong arms catching her and holding on tightly. 9 | C N C i s N o t R a p e The story made him mad; mad at hims elf, mad at Steve, mad at her, mad at the world. She recounted the details and slowly became able to articulate what had happened. 10 | C N C i s N o t R a p e CNC is Not Rape – Part III Stepping out of her car, something didn't feel right. She often felt like this and it was the trust of the men in her life that kept her safe. No details were given to her except a time and a place, a dingy little service station on the side of the highway. "Walk under the bridge at 9pm" was all the second message had said, but the nearest bridge was down the road. These were her favourite meetings, stupid things no one but a stranger could do for her. Getting someone else to check the men had been a game changer, she liked being blissfully unaware. It was best to leave her car here, that's probably why this was the location she was given. It was dark under the bridge and she almost stumbled. He ran up behind her and pushed her to the ground, there was no interest in her pussy. Spit was wiped on his cock as her dress was lifted, and it was forced into her arsehole. She tried to struggle, but he was strong enough that the attempts to escape made no difference to what he was doing. He thrusted deep inside her, holding her body tighter than it had ever been held. The pain made tears run down her face and he leant down to lick them up. Thrusting slowly, he growled and snarled in her face. "You're so fucking stupid. Not even a kink thing, you're actually dumb." He rose above her helpless body, cumming deep inside her. She was re lieved knowing it had only lasted a few minutes. "Fuck you." He spat on her, maybe it wasn't over. He 11 | C N C i s N o t R a p e flipped her over and placed his hands around her throat. "I wanted to choke you out while I came." His cock was already going limp, round two wouldn't be possible without a proper rest and he was full of rage. He punched her in the side of the head, "no visible damage", and kept punching. Her cries were only stopped when he forced his hand over her mouth, pushing her into the ground hard. "You're still min e, I'm not crossing any of the boundaries I was given." He held her and started violently fingering her, trying to damage her insides. She winced and flailed, growing more and more concerned for her safety. Pulling his fingers out of her pussy, he punche d her clit with force and a muffled scream escaped past his hand. Another punch, slightly higher, made her do it again. He liked the noise. "I hope it permanently damages you." Again and again, he punched her torso while she helplessly cried. Tearing her dress off, he shoved it in her mouth to free up his other hand. He held her arm tightly and squeezed until she couldn't move her hand, digging his nails into her flesh. "Don't move or I'll kill you." He stood up, towering over her and looked around. A long, thin stick was sitting a few metres away and he slowly walked over to it. Her eyes were closed ; there was nothing she could do and she had consented to being there , to letting him abuse her body. Maybe this had been agreed upon, it wasn't up to her 12 | C N C i s N o t R a p e anymore. But she wanted to leave, she wanted to go home and crawl into her husband's lap. Looking at her, he lifted the stick. "You deserve this ." He struck her again and again, her body recoiling from each hit. Welts and cuts started to form. No blood, s he was in danger and needed help. "You're mine." Each strike came with another part of his lecture. "I'm in charge." She couldn't feel anything at this point and stopped reacting to the strikes. He threw the stick away and pounced on her, taunting her for her situation. "I could kill you if I wanted to." He licked her wounds, bringing the feeling back to her body. She was struggling to breathe through her nose and the cloth in her mouth , and her attempts at fixing the issue made him grin. "Oi!" He ran, leaving his prey discarded. Steve walked down the hill and under the bridge, they were meant to finish a few minutes ago and check in had always been part of standard negotiations. He'd never had to, most men had respect. His heart sank whe n he realised a worst case scenario had happened. There had been times where men had crossed the boundaries, but never like this and they normally owned up to their mistake. He had run away, and the closer Steve got, the clearer the reason for that became. 13 | C N C i s N o t R a p e She was unconscious and barely breathing, he cleared her airways and picked her up. His van was parked near the bridge and she had an hour to get home. He cleaned her wounds and started to dress her in her spare clothes, feeling guilty for allowing it to happen while he played a game on his phone. She opened her eyes and sat up, "well that guy is blacklisted." "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, I wanna make cookies." "But - " "I don't have eggs, I need eggs. Steve," she looked him in the eyes, "I want to make coo kies." He helped her to the passenger's seat and drove them to the nearby service station, she jumped out of the van and headed inside with his card. Coming out, she switched from a sad look to a happy one. "Hey, I think I'm going to go for a drive." She handed him his card through the window, reached into the pocket in his shirt and pulled out her keys. "Really?" "Yeah, I need to listen to some music and drive fast. ” “11pm.” “11pm.” "I will take care of it." "Okay." He grabbed her face, pulling it so she had to look at him and stared deep into her eyes. "I will take care of it." He felt her body relax beneath his hand, "thank you." 14 | C N C i s N o t R a p e CNC is Not Rape – Part IV The next morning, she woke up with her husband and Steve laying on the bed fully clothed on either side of her. "It's time for the wakey wakey exercises!" She sprung up, annoying them both awake by jumping on the bed. "What is wrong wit - " " O i", Steve slapped his best friend to get him to stop. "How are you feel ing today?" "I don't know. Good, I guess. Can we go to a water park?" "We absolutely cannot go to a water park." She looked down at her body, remembering what had happened the night before, "that's fair." Leaping off the bed, she threw on a dress and hea ded to the kitchen to make the boys breakfast. "He used a fake name. Everything, even the ID was fake." "You're kidding me?" "Yeah, I had Nolan run it for me. Do we tell her?" "We have to or she won't trust us. Get him to run them first, he uses her too. You really screwed up." "Yeah , but this is why she needs us." "I can't believe she was okay with that." "Hopefully a new ceiling!" The two men laughed and got out of the bed, heading downstairs to the man tied up in the den. Intercepted, they were dr agged towards the kitchen towards the smell of bacon and eggs. 15 | C N C i s N o t R a p e "You're eating first. Sit down." Hearing her trying to be dominant was always adorable. "You both need your strength." The three of them sat at the table and ate breakfast together. She knew n ot to ask questions; plausible deniability was a good deal. They spoke about what had happened the night before, finding the humour in it. Steve handed his phone to her with Nolan's message showing " Se riously? ” She was getting mad. “ This is why - " "We kno w. Are you okay?" "Fuck no, but I have to be and I know I'm safe now." She let the men finish their coffees, showered and got dressed. "I'm going to pick up the kids, I'll be back at 6." She gave them both a kiss on the cheek and bounced out the door. Get ting into her car, she thought about what had happened to her and what was about to happen to the man who had done it to her. In the long run, it may have been a good thing. Her husband and his best friend had helped her process it all quickly, knowing she was safe and the bad man couldn't hurt her again put her mind at ease. He would probably do it to an innocent woman one day, and she felt glad that wouldn’t be happening "You," he slammed the door behind him, "knew what you were doing." The pr edator was tied to a dining chair with his mouth gagged. S ix hours on the chair had left him frazzled and the fear of the two large men before him was clearly giving his heart a workout . Steve grabbed the bat from behind the door and 16 | C N C i s N o t R a p e circled the rapist, h is best friend berating the worthless man who had hurt their woman A nger boiled within him, but he chose his words carefully. "The woman you hurt last night is my wife. That woman is the mother of my son. That woman is his plaything." Steve's steel base ball bat struck the rapist's left knee, shattering the bone. His muffled scream mirrored that of his victim the night before, making the gag slip and allowing him to scream "she gave consent!" Fists curled, he restrained himself and continued. "She didn't fucking consent to that !! That woman gave herself to you in a strict agreement between you and my buddy boy, Steve - O." Steve popped up behind him with a thumbs up, then walked over and hit his target in the stomach "Now, weak men exist. But that f ake ID means you always had malicious intentions. You were completely aware of the rules and giving us him your actual fucking name is a really good place to start." He picked up a small dagger sitting on the coffee table and spun it in his hands , Steve s till circling his prey. "Real men do not do what you've done without consent, and I allow my wife to do things like that with men regularly. But you, mate, you're a dropkick. That fake ID wasn't because you had plans, it's because it passed the background check." The dagger was thrust into his right eye and the scream would have alerted the neighbours if the den wasn't 17 | C N C i s N o t R a p e soundproof. "You're going to die. Things will be very miserable for you until then and you deserve what's to come." The sound of the bat b reaking his other knee made the two sadistic men happy. "You don't deserve mercy." Steve threw down the bat, picked up two duffel bags and walked out of the room. "How dare you violate the agreement . H ow dare you violate my wife's gift." He punched the man repeatedly as he cried out the reasons he should be allowed to live. "I couldn't control myself!" His fist stopped less than an inch from his punching bag's face. "You couldn't control yourself? Pathetic." With his captor walking away, the man on the c hair breathed a sigh of relief. "No, no, no, no," he returned with anger in every step and placed a bag over his head. "You can't control a woman if you can't control yourself." Leaning in, he whispered in his ear. "You're lucky we're not scum like you, D aniel." They knew his real name. Nolan had already notified Daniel's wife of his death. A tragic house fire at the Airbnb he had rented had left nothing for the family to bury, his two daughters relieved they were finally safe from the monster. 18 | C N C i s N o t R a p e CNC is Not Rape – Part V The boys got home just after midnight. She greeted them at the door and hurriedly closed it behind them. They stripped off their clothing and she placed it into a bucket, the liquid immediately eating at the fabric. “ I need a fuck af ter that." "You need a shower, that's what you need." Her snarky comment made him smile, it meant she was okay. Steve looked down at himself and laughed, "I need both." H is cock was rock solid and his body was completely dirty. She looked at the two men a nd sighed. "You're grown men," she turned and walked up the stairs. "Hurry up, I'm tired." The shower had been purpose built to accommodate multiple people, and the men were able to start showering themselves. They didn’t and stood under the water relaxin g , waiting fer her to join them . She took off her clothing and entered the shower, her wounds stinging under the water The bubbles soaped on their bodies as she washed them, their brains switched off and relaxed. Steve reached out and touched her face, l ifting it up and apologising to her for his failure. Dropping to her knees, she looked up at him. "You could never fail me." She took his hard cock in her mouth and started to suck. Her husband approached her, knelt on the floor and started 19 | C N C i s N o t R a p e to fuck her p ussy. Grabbing her hair, Steve held her head tightly and thrusted into her throat. Dragged by her hair silently, she was thrown onto the bed and fucked by the two men who protected her. They taunted her for her injuries and her vulnerabilities, reminded h er about how helpless she was and how her only worth as a human was to take whatever a man wanted to do to her. She moaned in agreement, small mutters begging for more interrupting the quiet song she sang. Her husband held her arse cheek tight as pounded her while his friend held her throat and fucked her pussy. "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Sir." Two weeks had passed, the sun was setting and his wife was getting ready for a night out. He scrolled through his Tinder chats, looking for a princess to admire that night. Unironically listening to a particular Disney song meant she was excited and happy, and the stupid thing had played four times now. He was kind of happy she would be knocked back down tonight, but worried about her. "What's your p lan tonight?" "Same as last time," she yelled from the bathroom. " I t better not be!" "Oh my god! I'll be fine. See, everything's healed and this guy is a thousand percent cool apparently." "You're lucky your Dom ended up being my best friend." Steve poked his head in the door as s he walked out of the ensuite. S miling at Steve , her husband wrapped his arms