How A.I. Lured Me Into Rape

A tale of the corrupting influence one of those "Undress Me" apps can have on a man already addicted to harbouring naughty thoughts about women.

This is a short but simple yet sinful tale of how an app on my phone seduced me into crossing the line that divides fantasy from fact.

Come on, guys; we've all done it haven't we, sometime or another. We've noticed some random female in the street who's simply going about her daily routine and is quite oblivious to our presence and attention. There's nothing particularly attractive about this particular woman. In fact, she looks positively ordinary - and therein lies her attraction. She's a blank canvas onto which we can paint any erotic fantasy we wish. In our minds, we can do anything we like with this woman and she'll never know. One things for sure, if she ever even suspects what's going on in our heads, she'll most likely take flight like a startled bird. But there she is; someone's wife, daughter, sister, mother, mistress. She's many things to many people and right now, she's our fantasy. It's her merely her sex that commended her to our attention and it's therefore lust that dictates the natureour fantasies take from herein. Do we seduce her or not bother and proceed directly to rape? Our cock swells in response to our imaginings and we enjoy the eroticism of the moment before mundane reality swoops in to engulf us once more and the tittilating moment gets lost forever.

Or is it? A secret snapshot on a mobile phone can help preserve that memory, but it can also open the door to more perversive activities. You see, once you've captured this woman's image on your smart phone, it becomes your personal property to do with as you wish. You can change her. Give her better hair, remove her glasses,give her bigger boobs, make her smile, make her younger, get her naked and give her the body of your dreams. You can also transfer her face onto the images of women or girls being raped and murdered if such is your desire. It's all simulation of course; it's not real but it arouses us all the same because the animal in us secretly wishes it's real and that we can do anything we want to any female we want.

Submerge yourself in this sort of culture for any length of time and the line between fantasy and reality soon begins to blur. That innocent lady you took a photo of is now being gangbanged on your phone or laptop for your sexual gratification. With the aid of a little masturbation, she's repeatedly bringing you to the most delicious of orgasms.

The trouble with repetition however is that familiarity breeds contempt and thus your lust for this particular female fades. You replace her with others, maybe many others, but the cycle of high excitement followed by gradual disenchantment continually repeats itself - as it must surely do because none of this is real. It's all fake and you come to despise it as such. You also despise yourself for ever having settled for such a tawdry panacea for your lust, when only the real thing could ever fully satisfy you.

Well, that's what happened to me anyway. I became addicted to this stuff and yet it wasn't satisfying me. It called the very nature of my manhood into doubt. Was I the wimp who was forever doomed to look at pictures of men enjoying women by force or might I dare to become the man in the picture for real. The wimp in me immediately flagged up the risks, such as consequential life in prison; but the rebellious stud in me kept on insisting that I'd probably get away with it and anyway, twould be better to have raped and lost than never to have raped at all. Gradually, my rebellious self wore me down and I started looking out for a victim.

I have to admit now that sexual intercourse was never the real object of the exercise, for there are plenty of hook-up sites that can provided me with willing partners for sex. But no; what I was after was the supreme thrill of experiencing the total conquest and domination of a resisting woman.

I unexpectedly found my first victim one Wednesday afternoon. I was on some innocent errand or other and taking a short cut across a public park when the heavens opened and I was in immediate danger of getting drenched. Fortunately, there was a small shelter with bench seating nearby so I made for it. It was only when I got there that I discovered that I was sharing it with a woman with a couple of full shopping bags who'd also taken shelter there. I'd say she was in her thirties and had the matronly body of a woman who'd given birth a time or two. Her story was obvious. She taken her children to school and had done some shopping on the way home. All perfectly womanly; all perfectly attractive. Glancing back from the shelter, I could see that the park was quite deserted. I then gave my full attention to the woman who saw something in my attitude that set alarm bells ringing for her. So much so that she dropped her shopping bags. It was as if she could read my mind. In fact, she did.

"NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed as I approached but her volume was not going to deter me. Not now. She knew what I was after and would report me now whether I raped her or not so I had absolutely nothing to lose by having this cuddly bitch. She faught well, I'll give her that. I got her backed up in a corner where she attempted to kick my shins. However, that tactic only works properly at a distance which I simply didn't alow her to have. I rushed her, grabbed her head and slammed it violently back against the brick wall. Concussed, she immediately slumped down into my arms. I let her drop; no point in being gentle now. I rolled her unconscious body into her back, pulled up her skirt and started to pull down her pantihose. Plump white thighs and a rather hairy vulva were my reward. Having my hands on her flesh was sufficient to bring me to full sexual arousal and the high I was experiencing at that moment was everything I'd hoped it would be. The only sound to be heard was that of heavy rain on the roof and footpath. That and the sound of my fly zip being undone. Still nobody in the park, so bugger it, I dropped my pants completely and went down on the woman who was just beginning to stir. Problem: I'd only pulled her pantihose down as far as her ankles and that's where my pants were too so neither of us could properly spread our legs. However, by pulling her knees up I created enough space for me to get between her cool, smooth thighs and guide my cock up to her vagina. I was right about her having kids. Her cunt was completely slack. It felt like I was tossing a sausage down an alleyway when I first slid into her but then her surprisingly powerful vaginal muscles contracted in an effort to force me out. Now I really felt like I was raping this moaning mummy. She was hot and wet and quite possibly in the market for further impregnation. As I shagged the semi-conscious bitch, I hurriedly got my hands inside her upper clothing and was able to push up her bra enough to release two gorgeously soft mumsy mamaries which I proceeded to mercilessly maul. God, I was actually doing it. I was openly raping a woman for all the world to see, or would have seen had it been in the park at that moment. As it was, it was a very private affair. Her cunt grew wetter, her eyes flickered open and she consciously realised what was happening to her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to sob uncontrollably. Every sob caused a mini contraction in her cunt that my cock found perfectly delightful. This woman was conquered. She was mine, this was the moment of fulfilment I'd long lusted for. I fucked and soaked up the euphoria of the moment. My orgasm, when it came, would have felt just like any other had it not been for the notion that I might be in the act of giving this mother another child to love. Well, they do say it's an I'll wind that doesn't blow somebody a bit of good!

I got dressed and went out into the wet, hopeful that the weather would render me unnotice as I crossed the park. It worked. Nobody noticed the woman either. There was nothing about my rape in the local press and the police never came knocking at my door, and to think this all started with me taking a snapshot in the street. A picture a look upon with profound affection as I speculate where I might find my next victim. Any suggestions, guys?