TAKE IT WITH NO SHAME. ☆ WILLNE.
wc: 3k+
content: 18+! dddne. stalker!willne. mentions of: stalking and perverted behaviour, mentions of rape fantasies, virginity loss/allusions to virginity, primal play (if you squint), intox (by chloroform), drugging (by chloroform), kidnapping, dubcon, noncon, bondage (by rope and gags), explicit dom/sub dynamic, pinv.
a/n: i love writing stalker fics ngl. i like delving into the psychological aspects, so maybe if this one is liked i’ll make some more? :)
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a ghostly chill crawled up your body as you stumbled home. the darkness encased you regularly, apart from the few lampposts who broke up the black in little bursts of white light. it was reassuring to you to an extent.
sniffling, you stumbled. your hair was dishevelled and so was your outfit. even if you could call it that. you hated walking in the dark, especially in london. your phone had died hours ago when you were in what seemed to be the millionth pub you and your friends decided to go to on this bustling saturday night.
but on the outskirts of london? deathly silence was all that could be found. it was scary. you always hated the dark. the ominous feeling around you, a gut feeling that you were always in danger— it had your stomach in knots.
your eyes were also burning. you’d been crying, of course you had. your friends decided to abandon you— well, maybe ‘abandon’ was too harsh— depart from you when in a panic you’d decided to call it a night when you phone did lose charge, believing it to be lighter than it actually was outside.
now here you were, walking the streets alone. the brisk chill biting at your bare thighs that became more visible the more you walked, especially with that thing you’d call a dress you had on. when in all honesty, it was more like under-sized fabric that clung to your body for dear life.
the heels you were wearing didn’t help. you seemed to stumble and trip on the pavement more than actually step forward and walk properly, and you could feel your ankles ready to just give up at any moment.
another rush of sadness overwhelmed you, tears daring to brim in your eyes again. this could only have happened to you, you thought. it just had to be you. it always was.
however, you carried on, softly whimpering to yourself as your teeth chattered whilst the chilly air fought your body heat for control over your overall body temperature.
what you didn’t suspect behind you however was a dark figure, loitering behind you. it was deliberate. trailing behind you like a shadow, with footsteps so light not even an animal could sense them.
calculated. controlled. predatory.
you could’ve sworn the outside temperature also dipped in that moment. a ghostly change that had your blood surging through your body. a typical fight or flight response.
you turned and looked behind you. no one was there. that was odd.
your breathing now hitched, you clutched subconsciously clutched your bag tighter to your shoulder, the leather digging into your icy skin. you’d noticed your pace had gotten faster, but it was probably some night thief trying to get your purse, you thought, trying to brush off the multitudes of realities swimming through your head.
you could feel your chest tighten as you continued onwards. taking glances behind your shoulder now-and-again, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a dark outline of a person blurring in and out of the darkness of the street you were walking down.
run, was your first thought. whilst hot blood then surged around your body as you let a hissing intake of breath nervously whistle through the gasps in your teeth.
unfortunately for you, that was simply impossible. running in high heels whilst already intoxicated to an extent? no way. with the other option being go barefoot in a sketchy area of london? another really bad idea.
so you were stuck. instead, succumbing to the belief that no one was actually there— mainly for your own sanity. and that it was all some nightmare that you’d eventually wake up from.
and boy, was it a nightmare you were going to remember.
the figure of darkness, you may ask? that just happened to be your stalker, will lenney. he knew your nights out and daily schedules to an exact tee. even to the extent of knowing the precise timings of which establishments you’d be at all throughout the night.
it’s also like you didn’t know of him. you did.
it all started with the various letters illustrating explicit rape fantasies in bold handwriting; then it was the lewd polaroids of yourself stripping obviously took from peering inside your bedroom window; to that ultimate feeling of unease that caused you to become a recluse.
that’s why you needed to get out tonight. to break the cycle of fear. to prove to yourself that you didn’t have a stalker.
but you did. and you couldn’t rewrite nor erase that truth. you just had to live with that fear lurking in the darkest crevices of your mind, hoping— no, just praying that nothing would intensify further with them.
it was kind of humorous how easy it was for will to track you down tonight. all it took was a few chippings of your phone, and then being able to listen to call logs and see chat logs from your friends and suddenly he knew enough information to make it seem like he knew you in person.
that thought made him smirk. he wanted to know you, that’s all he could ever had wanted.
which is why when you quickened your pace, and he did also in response. he matched everything you did. and it wasn’t even tiring for his sick, sick mind.
your walk home had now become a chase. a chase from some random figure you didn’t know. tears dared to spill from your eyes as the london streets blurred into one, the different lane and road names causing your head to spin even more.
one wrong turn and you were dead, you thought. no, you knew. this was the end, you were sure of it.
your feet were sore as they begged to become free of the flimsy leather straps holding them down to the merciless heel, curving the sole of your foot an uncomfortable angle— an angle unfit for sprinting in, to be quite frank.
your eyes were red raw from the amount of tears that had started to stream down your cheeks. you were a blubbering mess. and a vulnerable one too.
you tried to shout, but your throat was too dry whilst your body was running on strict adrenaline. you kept moving, trying to make it seem like you knew where you were heading, hoping to shake the figure off.
but will knew you too well. of course he fucking did. four months intensely studying a person does wonders. he knew everything about you, and you soon become his little lamb, all pristine and ready for the slaughter.
and what do little lambs not do? they never win.
you thought you’d won though, after turning your head to glance over your shoulder again to see that there wasn’t no figure of darkness behind you. but weren’t you so wrong.
a strong hand gripped your wrist, tugging you back from the brightly lit pavement and into the shadows. you screamed, your heart now frantically pounding in your body as fear overwhelmed you.
“hey! what the fuck?!” you practically screeched, limbs flailing all around as you tried to kick the mystery figure, but it was no use as his spare hand wrapped around your waist, his body weight overpowering you almost instantly.
“finally gotcha,” the gravelly mumble trickled into your ear.
he laughed as you still squirmed, trying to shake him off. tears were now fully flowing down your burning cheeks, mascara smudged around your eyes messily as you blubbered, “please, just let me go!”
you could’ve sworn you felt a smirk tug on the man’s lips when you begged for being released. “aww, poor thing,” he cooed, trying his best to seem like he cared, “but no can do i’m afraid.”
you choked on your sobs, about to say something else until you felt a thick cloth press over your mouth and nose. the smell of it burned your senses— like an overwhelming chemical. and that’s when you realised what it was. chloroform.
“have a nice sleep, sweetheart,” the voice mumbled into your ear as you felt the world around you become heavy. your limbs that were once energetic soon just deciding not to work, and becoming lethargic quite instantly.
you blinked. a blur and distorted voice. you blinked again. there was nothing but darkness.
getting you safely into the car next was another job for will. you’d slid slowly onto your bottom, sitting slumped over on the dingy alleyway as you fully became unconscious as the drug fully settled into your system.
“all better,” will then sighed as he gently picked you up, “i hate when you cry and scream, gorgeous. it pains me, it really does,” he added whilst carrying you over his shoulder with the upmost care. you slept peacefully on his shoulder, with a little bit of drool trailing out of the corner of your mouth as he soon reached his car, settling you into the backseat with tender precision.
the car journey to wherever the hell will was taking you was oddly comforting to the man who had just drugged you. he kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, smiling to yourself as you slept, your body snugly strapped in across the backseats.
if anything, will felt giddy. he couldn’t believe it. it was like he was dreaming. never in a million years did he believe that he would be able to stalk you and eventually kidnap you, but here he was, in this reality with you in the backseat of his car after being lulled in an intoxicated sleep.
the roads to whoever he was taking you became more and more off-road as his miles exceeded. will hummed to himself happily as he drove down a country lane, knowing that he was getting closer and closer to where he wanted you to be.
looking at your sleeping state again, he then broke the silence in the car. “nearly there now,” he spoke to you still lying fast asleep in the backseat, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t hear him.
as will then took a turn, his eyes glimmered with wicked excitement, knowing that as soon as you awoke you’d be completely at his mercy and unable to ever run away from him again.
the muffled creaks of a bed frame slowly made you awake from your wrecked slumber. your vision was still blurry as you attempted to blink, that coming out in a lethargic motion, whilst you tried to accommodate yourself to your surroundings.
the cold, damp atmosphere hit your skin first. your senses were delayed, but you felt a chill crawl up your spine as your body attempted to accommodate to your dingy and quite honestly disgusting surroundings.
you could’ve sworn your body was rocking backwards and forwards, but you weren’t able to move your limbs in the process also, but your head was throbbing and pounding too much to care.
time seemed to have slowed down dramatically as you blinked slowly again, the picture becoming a little clearer now as you could make out that the room you were in looked old and run-down, as if it hadn’t been used for a while.
your jaw was achy too, and you attempted to close it but to your surprise, you weren’t able to. that was odd.
though, you still pathetically tried to push your tongue out to feel whatever was stuck inside your mouth, keeping it pried open, but failed miserably in doing so as it just didn’t want to move the way your hazy brain wanted it to.
your eyes dragged slowly upwards as you felt an uncomfortable weight above you, nearly cutting off your airwaves, as it was pushing you down firmly into the mattress below you.
that’s when it all started to make too much sense. even to your intoxicated mind.
he was there. the figure that had been following you down the street. your stalker. and he was now pistoning his cock deeply into you, just because he fucking could.
in the process of being unconscious, it seemed as if your clothes had been ripped off of your body by him too, the fabric now discarded onto the floor as if it wasn’t worth anything, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to will who was on top of you.
you tried to move, but was stopped instantly by the harsh pain of rope rubbing against your wrists. you soon realised that you had been tied to the bed frame below you by your wrists and ankles, keeping you spread wide and easily accessible to will.
you squirmed as much as you could in protest, but the attempt fell flat as your limbs still felt like lead and your mind was still cloudy. and you also hissed slightly at the pain, before that melted into a moan as will continued to fuck you mercilessly and uncontrolled.
will was completely unrecognisable to you whilst he stayed perfectly on top of you. completely unmovable and overall victorious at solidifying his dominance over you, even if he had achieved it unethically.
he had a black balaclava covering his face snugly as a few stray brown curls of his mullet popped out from under it, but they blurred into the brown-ish coloured backdrop of where he was fucking you. he was also wearing a plain black t-shirt, which strained at his biceps when they flexed, as his cock kept thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy, covered thoroughly in your slick.
the sheets below you were already fucking soaked at this point too. you didn’t even want to know how long he’d been fucking you as your body seemed to be on overdrive, but also not as it still seemed heavy and unresponsive— to you anyways.
you soon realised that all of your noises coming out of your mouth were muffled, as the device in your mouth was a tightly bound ball gag wrapped around your head, prying your lips open so that you drooled messily all over your tits.
as you slowly gained more and more awareness of what was happening to you, you began to hear will’s voice more clearly as he pounded into you.
“i’ve needed this cunt for so long, baby,” he practically growled into your ear whilst his large hands held your hips in a death grip, his fingernails digging deep enough to cause bruises to blotch over the sensitive skin and stay there for days after.
you let out a gargled noise as he pierced into your skin, your eyes rolling back to white as your body became overwhelmed not only by the hazy buzz of the chloroform but also the unwanted, shameful adrenaline and pleasure surging through your veins in that given moment.
tears of ecstasy started to form in your eyes as your vision finally became the clearest it could be in the dimly lit room you were lying in. you’d now become a panting, moaning mess from behind the ball gag in your mouth as you stayed sprawled out for will’s pleasure and for his taking.
will smiled to himself as he continued to bury his thick shaft inside your tight, little hole. “god, i’m never going to forget this tight little hole. can’t believe i get to fuck a sweet virgin like you, pet,” he added through gritted teeth as one of his hands came down to your clit, his thumb now ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
you writhed as he touched it. the sensation like nothing else you’d felt before. mewling, more drool dripping down your chin as you began to quake, the pleasure you were feeling now becoming overpowering to your fucked up senses.
“there she is,” will laughed darkly, “you’re so sensitive, sweetheart. it’s so fuckin’ adorable.”
you sniffled in response, eyes now glassy with tears daring to be shed, and also burning as you then blinked to alleviate the pain, letting a stray tear fall down your cheek in the process.
your body on fire as your blood surged throughout your body now like hot electricity, setting your whole being alight in ecstatic pleasure. you couldn’t even tell which orgasm this was, but it was definitely going to be one of your last as you could feel your sweat beading on your forehead.
as will thrusted into you for the umpteenth time, your release crashed over you like an unstoppable tidal wave.
your whole body spasmed, back arching as much as it could as your limbs strained against the rickety bed frame below you, the force of your orgasm along with will’s adding weight almost causing it to collapse.
a strangled moan escaped your lips and muffled against the gag as tears streamed down your cheeks, your already ruined makeup from the start of the night now even more ruined. definitely now going to be incredibly difficult to wipe off of your face when everything did go back to normal.
“yes! oh fuck, milk me dry!” will practically growled as your walls spasmed around his cock, his thick, hot seed painting your walls white as your clit throbbed in overwhelming pleasure too.
“fuck— oh god, you’re amazing!” he panted, thrusting ever so erratically as he continued to ride his high out with yours. “god, you’re so fuckin’ tight. could fuck this cunt any day. make it made for my cock only,” will added through gritted teeth as his hands trailed back down to your hips, holding them tightly again.
your heart thundered in your chest as you rode out your orgasm with will’s thick member plugged deeply inside of you, not allowing any of his come to spill out of you at any given moment as you both came down from your highs.
will slowly pulled out of you, this time with a more tender approach. which seemed foreign to everything that had happened before.
as your breathing plateaued, your eyes met his green ones that were peeking out of the eye holes in his balaclava. they looked soft until he pressed a hand against your lower belly, pressing you down onto the mattress so you couldn’t move again.
he reached over to the side of the bed before he lifted a bottle to a cloth, as you watched a smile form on his lips from behind the mask. “i think it’s time for you to go to sleep again, honey,” he then said.
before you could protest, the thick cloth was pressed firmly against your nose. the chemicals filled your senses, this time making you more woozy than before. you blinked, slower than you did before, before him and the world around you became a blur.
he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear before murmuring, “good night, reader. i think i’ll be seeing you again very soon, babygirl,” before chuckling darkly as the world around you fizzled into complete darkness once again.
the warmth of the brightly shining sun caused you to stir from your slumber. your head throbbed with an intense amount of pain, causing you to rub your temples as you sat up in what seemed to be… your bed?
your eyes fluttered open, trying to accustom themselves to what seemed to be a new day. you were confused, because you could’ve sworn you’d been… maybe it didn’t matter.
your limbs ached tremendously as you attempted to stretch whilst sat up, the plush pillows wedged between your back as support, failing miserably as they ultimately felt like your bones were made of rocks. heavy and not liftable.
as you shifted on the soft mattress below you, you couldn’t help but feel a small patch of dampness below you. your pussy also ached, and was so overstimulated to the extent that when you lightly grazed your fingers over it, you whimpered at the pain.
the red marks on your wrists then caught your eye too. your finger traced a line all around them, as you were unable to recollect where they’d come from. your jaw weirdly throbbed with pain as well, as if it had been pried open for a long period of time.
you continued to sit in a state of confusion for a couple moments after that, before deciding it was probably best to try and find some painkillers, and also run a bath to try and soothe your aching body…. unable to recollect how the hell it had happened to you in the first place…
