Disclaimer: The following story is fiction. Real rape is a crime. Read no further if you don’t understand the difference between fantasy and reality.
When Cassandra told her employers that her husband got a job and they were moving to a different city, she didn’t even imagine a replacement would be found so soon. It was bittersweet. She was a nanny in charge of watching Robert, a couple’s medically fragile child. In truth she did much more than just watch. Cassandra was also a teacher, a playmate, a pillow for napping, a problem solver, and a friend. She had told the couple she was willing to stay for several more months until a replacement was found and was surprised someone answered the call a week later. She had about a week left before the new nurse replaced her.
The father of Robert, Paul, upon hearing that they were losing Cassandra was saddened in more ways than one. His wife, the mother of Robert, also had complex medical issues of her own. Because of his wife’s medical issues, the couple didn’t engage in much intimate activity. Paul knew his wife did have the desire for sex, but it wasn’t possible most days due to her medical issues. He had developed a crush on Cassandra and fantasized about her frequently while he was in the shower since the shower was a place where no one would bother him - and a place where he could quickly wash away the stink of sex without his wife knowing what he was doing.
Paul imagined running his fingers through her long dark brown hair. While she was watching Robert, Cassandra would usually pull her hair into a ponytail to prevent Robert from pulling her hair too much. Paul had seen pictures of her on Facebook with her hair down and wavy, cascading loosely over her shoulders. He preferred her hair down and hoped it would work out that way, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he took her while she still had it in a ponytail. Paul also imagined Cassandra’s perfect face while in the shower. Her facial features included full cheeks, straight perfect teeth, and subtle dimples that enhanced her beauty. She had dark, well-shaped eyebrows that framed her expressive, almond-shaped brown eyes perfectly. Her nose was slightly rounded, and her lips were full and softly defined. Cassandra’s skin was completely flawless without any blemishes or scars that could be seen. Paul imagined that she was flawless underneath her clothes too. Cassandra was also brown skinned, a Latina and Paul guessed her boobs were probably around a large b cup or small c cup. Cassandra’s boobs were significantly smaller than his wife’s, but he still imagined that he would have extensive fun playing with them. Cassandra also had a curvy but small ass and looked like she maintained a normal weight for a woman her size. If he had to guess, Paul would say Cassandra was probably around five foot four inches. Within the past few months, Paul had regularly fantasized about taking Cassandra while he was in the shower and released plenty of loads down the drain.
Cassandra was someone who could not be replaced because of how exceptional she was with Robert. Paul knew this and knew that if he made any kind of advance on her it would ruin the support he and his wife needed for their son. With Cassandra leaving soon, Paul now had a different conundrum. How could he get with her before she left? Right inside his home was a prime location because the family lived in a rural area just outside the city limits of a small town. Both neighboring houses were vacant and owned by the same landlord Paul and his wife had. The landlord, or landlords since they were twin sisters who were in their 60’s, was having a difficult time keeping tenants. It wasn’t because of lack of service, the landlords actually cared about their tenants and would address any issues relatively quickly. Rather it was because tenants failed to pay the rent and the landlords kept having to spend a significant amount of time trying to successfully evict the squatters. At this point in time, Paul knew there were no squatters in either of the neighboring houses. Thus, he knew that all the noise in the world wouldn’t matter. All he had to do was figure out how to get his wife out of the house for a while without raising suspicion. How could he possibly do it?
Then, the answer came one day. Paul’s mother was sick with a nasty hacky cough and his wife was suffering the same malady. It wasn’t covid or the flu, but some kind of bronchitis caused by allergies mixed in with a virus. Paul himself had gotten it in the past and for him it wasn’t a problem anymore thanks to allergy drops applied under the tongue every day. His wife and his mother were supposed to get allergy shots, as their allergies were too severe for allergy drops, but circumstances usually prevented them from getting their shots frequently. Hence, the reason they were both sick. Both were able to get an appointment with their allergist in a different city. This of course left Paul and Cassandra alone with Robert. The allergist was always busy this time of year and Paul knew his mom and wife wouldn’t be back until much later in the day. It would be especially late if they got caught in the afternoon rush hour. Plenty of time to take advantage of Cassandra.
Robert had a high crib where the sides of the crib reached all the way up to the ceiling. It was convenient because one of the sides lowered to allow placement of the child in or out without having to bend over too much. It also kept Robert inside a safe place where he couldn’t get into anything. Paul could have Cassandra and have as much fun with her as he wanted without any danger to Robert at all, aside from possibly a very dirty diaper depending on how long the day’s activities went.
Cassandra’s routine usually consisted of arriving fairly early in the morning and playing with Robert until his feeding pump stopped. Then, she would disconnect him from his feeding tube and take him outside to play for a little while. Paul used the time they were outside to grab his wife’s anti nausea medication and laced Cassandra’s bottled water with multiple pills of the drug. The primary side effect of the drug was sleepiness. It probably wouldn’t be as potent as the date rape drug, but it would be enough to slow Cassandra down enough to where he was confident that he would become intimate with her. Paul doubted she would consent to be intimate with him because he knew Cassandra was happily married.
Cassandra could tell something was off. It wasn’t the first time she had been in the house with just her, Robert, and Paul. Usually Paul kept to himself and occasionally would play with Robert then play on his computer. Today felt very different. She had the feeling he was undressing her with his eyes. It was a gross creepy feeling that she didn’t care for. Cassandra wished she had the telepathic mind of Megan, a character she had read about in a story while searching for something to read. Megan had tricked a murdering rapist into thinking she was his victim while he was really unknowingly writing down everything he had done so when the police caught him it would be a slam dunk prison sentence. The story, while intriguing, had explicit detail that was way beyond her comfort zone. Cassandra still enjoyed the story despite it going beyond her comfort zone and would have loved to have been able to read Paul’s mind. If she could read his mind, she could tell right away if it was just a weird day for everyone since it was her last week or if Paul was really up to something malicious. Cassandra wasn’t brave enough to call Paul out. Plus, she still wanted to be part of Robert’s life and didn’t want to anger Paul. Though she had never personally experienced Paul’s anger, she had heard from others about the flames of his fury and didn’t want to be on the wrong side of it.
A little while after Robert played, Cassandra could tell Robert was tired and ready for a nap. She strangely felt weary herself. Thankfully, Robert didn’t fight sleep this time and Cassandra put him in his crib. She quietly yawned and decided to push through the tiredness by doing some of Robert’s laundry that had piled up. When she had finished operating the washer, she felt that creepy feeling again.
Suddenly her arms were twisted painfully behind her back. Cassandra felt something cold and metallic on her wrists and heard a loud snap. What the hell? Cassandra opened her mouth to scream even though she knew it wouldn’t matter. Her voice came out in a choked squeak instead, her body too full of surprise and fear to obey her brain. Cassandra had never been a “fight” person nor a “flight” person. Whenever shit hit the fan, she would be like a deer caught in the illuminating glow of headlights. Frozen, but with a mask of calm over her face to hide her fear. Thus, she just stood there too terrified and shocked to move. Her brain felt groggy and she didn’t understand why her body wouldn’t cooperate with her.
Hands roughly groped her chest, something she only wanted her husband to do to her and much more gently. She felt something hard poke against her ass. His manhood, she realized. Lips brushed the back of her neck. Cassandra let out a choked sob “Please,” she begged and managed to find her voice, “don’t.” The hands on her chest groped her more ferociously, and the lips moved to just outside her ear. Soft, creepy laughter whispered into her ear from the lips. Then Cassandra felt like her ear was wet. He had licked her ear and sent a wave of revulsion down her body.
The hands that violated her chest lifted up her long sleeve shirt to reveal a simple white bra with hooks in the back. Cassandra sobbed as the shirt was lifted over her head and down her arms, fully exposing her upper body. The shirt was now around her wrists. She felt her wrists become more immobile as the hands used her shirt to tie them together tightly. Cassandra felt her mask of calm she normally wore when afraid melt away with the realization of what was about to happen. She finally felt adrenaline rush into her, but far too late to be of any use beyond screaming.
“Stop, PLEASE!” Cassandra shouted and begged. The hands didn’t stop and continued to grope her chest. Loud choked sobs erupted from her lips. Her eyes filled with tears that oozed down her perfect cheeks. Lips found her neck again and began sucking. The lips found a place that made her body shiver with involuntary pleasure that repulsed Cassandra. She managed to prevent moaning in pleasure, but only just.
Fingers were now intertwined with the back of Cassandra’s bra. It took mere seconds before the hooks were released and her breast was fully exposed. The bra couldn’t be fully taken off similar to the long sleeve shirt thanks to the handcuffs. It was used to tie around the shirt, making her wrists even more secure and making it more impossible to escape.
Cassandra felt her body being pulled backwards, hands with an iron grip on her upper arms. She was too off balance to be able to do anything and was practically dragged out of the laundry room and into the master bedroom.
They stopped in front of a mirror. Cassandra saw herself and…him… He was leering at her reflection, savoring the look of her breasts. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she saw herself redden in embarrassment. Hands left her arms and roughly groped her chest again. With full access to her nipples now, she saw and felt them get squeezed and pinched. Sorrowful sobs cried out of the depths of her soul. Her eyes continued to spill tears as the lips found her neck again. “PLEASE STOP,” she found herself screaming, begging, pleading for her torment to end. The lips traveled to her ear again where dark, creepy, horny laughter was the only reply.
Cassandra saw his hands move to the front of her jeans “PLEASE,” she begged “HELP ME SOMEONE HELP!” Desperately she screamed at the top of her lungs. Sick, horny laughter in her ear was the only reply. Her rational mind knew that it was unlikely anyone capable of helping her could hear her cries. She kept screaming anyway, desperately hoping and praying that someone would come to her aid. The lips laughed in her ear again, the creepy, revolting, horny laugh that made Cassandra feel utterly humiliated and powerless. The hands unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, making them fall to the floor and exposing her panties. She saw in the mirror the man behind her quickly strip down and get naked. Cassandra wailed as she felt his bare cock poke at her ass through her panties.
Lips came to her ear again and whispered “The nanny is mine” as one hand groped her chest and another hand slid down her panties. “So smooth, so sexy,” the lips continued to whisper taunts in her ear. She felt the finger find her clit and let out an involuntary gasp. Cassandra wept bitterly while simultaneously continuing to scream as loud as a pig squeals when picked up. Her face felt raw and wet from her tears.
The hands tugged her panties down to the floor and now both of them were completely nude in front of the mirror. She saw him leer at her reflection while he pressed his body more firmly against hers. Cassandra could feel his cock between her ass cheeks. The lips whispered into her ear again, “Flawless body, more incredible than I ever imagined.”
Suddenly Cassandra felt her balance give way and tremendous pain in her arms. It took her a few moments to realize he had pushed her onto the bed. Her arms hurt because she was laying on them. She begged, pleaded, screamed, wailed, but nothing she did mattered. Cassandra saw his lascivious look. Flames of lust burned in his brown eyes. His hands groped all over her most private areas. It wasn’t gentle either like her husband.
Cassandra had cried so much that her eyes no longer made tears. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming. Every part of her body felt like it hurt, aside from her vagina that had a finger invade it. “Please,” Cassandra begged hoarsely, “don’t ruin both of our marriages by doing this.” The laughter that replied was laced with venom, malice, and lust. “No one needs to know,” he simply replied after laughing at her torment.
Cassandra could feel her womanhood get wet despite the unwanted contact and pain in her arms. She screamed as loud as she possibly could when his body lay on top of her. Fire burned in her womanhood as it was invaded by something much larger than a finger. Lips pressed against hers and muffled her screams. Hands groped all over her body. She had always enjoyed sex with her husband. It was close, intimate, pleasurable, and even though it took a bit he was now in tune with her body while they made love. This was nothing like making love with her husband. It was a nightmare of fear, pain, and suffering.
For Paul, this was much more than a dream come true. Reality was so much better than fantasy. Her delicious pussy was so much better than pretending like the water in the shower was a wet snatch. He preferred larger boobs on a woman, but Cassandra’s were completely real and not fake plastic implants. He took her, kissed her, sucked on her neck and nipples, and took full advantage of the time he had to have the most intense sexual experience of his lifetime. Consequences be damned, he was living in the moment and it was glorious.
To Cassandra the seconds felt like hours. Minutes felt like days. There was no love here, only raw desire for her body with him. She was being used like a prostitute. Used in the same way the serial killer rapist used his victims in the story she read about Megan. The repeated thrusts gave her some pleasure, but she absolutely hated it. She felt dirty down there and he hadn’t even released his seed yet. Oh God his seed…she had been trying to get pregnant with her husband…what if…
Tormented howls erupted from Cassandra’s lips. Her eyes found tears again as all she could do was make noises of protest between the rough thrusts. She looked into his eyes. Her eyes pleaded with him, begging him earnestly not to finish inside of her. His eyes caught her meaning and the flames of desire burned brighter within. No! He was going to do it! His lips pressed hard down on hers to muffle the crescendo of screams from both of them as his cock throbbed inside her. She felt the fluid gush into her organ, and felt him collapse on top of her. Their lips parted. Cassandra let out moans and groans of agony, depression, and despair with each breath.
Paul breathed heavily and noticed his member was still hard inside of her. He didn’t know if she knew yet. Those pleading eyes were what ultimately caused him to release his load into her. She didn’t know he had a vasectomy a year ago because pregnancy had been too hard on his wife. He obviously wasn’t going to tell her that now, he chuckled to himself. He checked the time on a clock with his peripheral vision. There was probably enough time to have another round with Cassandra before his wife and mom arrived back into town.
Cassandra didn’t scream this time when he took her again. She only grunted, groaned, and sobbed hoarsely with every thrust. Her body felt like a broken mess, and her mind was desperate for this to be some kind of sick nightmare that she would just wake up from. She felt numb. An eternity later she could feel the cock inside her throb again. This time he got off of her.
Cassandra just lay there in shock and in pain. She didn’t react when he turned her body to the side to undo the makeshift rope that was her clothing around her wrists. The handcuffs clicked and released her wrists. Her arms and wrists throbbed with pain. “Check on Robert,” he commanded. Cassandra slowly sat up on the bed, her body shaking from the trauma she had just endured. “Robert,” she repeated without thinking. “Yes Cassandra,” Paul said “Robert probably needs a diaper change and it’s time for his afternoon meds.”
Cassandra rose from the bed and mechanically walked to the kitchen where Robert’s meds were. Robert. Focus on Robert, she thought. No one would believe her if she told anyone what just…she pushed the thought out of her mind. Robert needed her care. She could probably find somewhere to care for another child in the city they were moving to after a week. But for now… “Gonna take care of Robert,” she robotically said.
***
“What’s with Cassandra?” Paul’s wife said after she had left for the day quickly instead of lingering for a few minutes with Robert. His wife had gotten home shortly before Cassandra left. Paul shrugged. “Must be sad that she’s only got a week left before the nurse starts.” His wife caught a hint of something off from him, but before she could ask about it a series of coughs erupted from her chest. “Ugh,” she said after finishing and forgetting that something had seemed off “can’t wait for the meds to kick in.”
“Probably should sleep in your chair again tonight,” Paul said. “Maria is coming tomorrow to clean and that will hopefully help too.” She nodded. Paul inwardly grinned triumphantly. All he had to do was hide the spot where his sperm leaked onto the bed in case his wife came in for any reason. Then when he got up in the morning he could put the sheets in the washer with no one being the wiser. There wasn’t any danger of him sleeping in the spot as it was where his wife usually slept in the bed. He patted himself on the back at a fantasy that had become reality that he got away with consequence free! Paul hoped he would get another chance with Cassandra, but he doubted it with so little time left. Perhaps the new nurse would like to have some fun when the wife was away…
