Asking For It
Story Codes: FM, viol, nc/cons, rape
Celebs: Isla Fisher
This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Bobby was a young actor, who’d just gotten his first movie role. At the audition, the casting director said there was “something in his eye”, which told him Bobby would be perfect for the part, which Bobby had been told beforehand was a pretty rough character, and that was about it.
Once he was in the movie, he found out Isla Fisher, an actress he was a big fan of, would be playing his step-mother. He also found out there was a scene where his character would have to rape hers, something which gave him a bit of a pause. The idea of this made him uncomfortable, but he knew he couldn’t just walk off his first ever role.
Eventually, he decided the best thing to do was meet her, and maybe talk to her about it. After calling to arrange a meeting, he showed up at her house.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Well…it’s…the rape scene. I don’t know if I can do it. When I was hired on, I didn’t know the part would involve rape, much less that I’d be raping, well…you.”
“Oh…” Isla nodded her head thoughtfully.
“I have to confess something, Isla. I’ve…always had a bit of a crush on you.”
“Yeah, I’ve certainly gotten that before.”
“So, you understand why I’m having trouble with this?”
“Yeah. I mean, I once had to rape Vince Vaughn on-screen, and, even not having any kind of personal baggage with him, that was still tough to do.”
“So, how did you deal with it.”
“I just gritted my teeth and went for it.”
“I wish I had your balls.” This caused Isla to laugh, and Bobby followed suit, albeit somewhat nervously.
“Look,” Isla said, once the laughter quieted down, “maybe it’ll help if we rehearse the scene. It’ll help for when you have to do it for the camera.”
“Uh, I don’t know. You really think it’ll help?”
“Sure. And, I want you to be as aggressive as you like. Don’t be afraid to jostle me around a little.”
“What? I can’t…what if I hurt you?”
“Jesus Christ, Bobby, you’re such a fucking pussy, just like your father!”
Bobby realized Isla was starting the scene, albeit with his name rather than the character’s. “Don’t talk to me, bitch,” Bobby said in a low, intense voice, “Just…back off.”
“Oh, you think you’re gonna grow a pair now, you fucking faggot? Yeah, I can tell you’re a fag, just like him!”
“I…am not a fag…”
“Oh, yeah? Never seen you with a girlfriend! You know, maybe you should start hangin’ out at that homo bath-house I caught your dad in! Or maybe you should do what he did after I caught him, and eat a fucking bullet!”
At that moment, Bobby lunged forward, and decked Isla. The slap was in the script, but Isla wasn’t expecting him to hit her that hard. “I’ll show you what a fucking faggot I am!” Bobby growled like a demon, which actually scared Isla, then he tore open her blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Isla was legitimately terrified at what she’d awakened, but also excited.
Bobby threw her down on the couch behind her, then got on top of her, yanked her panties aside, and Isla felt Bobby’s cock force its way into her. “Oh!” Bobby was surprisingly big, and Isla almost immediately felt she was going to cum. “This is crazy,” Isla thought. She recognized what was happening, but, in spite of herself, was enjoying it. Isla came a few times, before Bobby groaned loudly, and she felt his cock explode inside her.
As his sense returned to him, Bobby was suddenly horrified by what he’d just done. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, I-” He was cut off by Isla grabbing his head, and shoving her tongue in his mouth.
“Bobby, that was fucking amazing!”
“I…Isla, I just raped you!”
“I know, and it was incredible!”
“So, you’re alright with it?”
“Alright with it? Bobby, can you do that to me again, but for the camera?”
“I…if you goad me like you did, I might be able to.”
“Just one thing, Bobby?”
“Maybe not hit me quite so hard next time?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Isla laughed, then said, “Little bit.”