In the swamp, far away from Duloc's prying eyes, Shrek lay on his bed of moss, tossing and turning with restless desire. It had been weeks since he had last seen Fiona, and her memory haunted him in his dreams. Night after night, he found himself fantasizing about her, imagining all the ways he could have her, but this time, there was a new twist in his lustful thoughts - the thrill of the forbidden, the tantalizing prospect of rape fetish.

As Shrek pondered these dark desires, he imagined Fiona captive in his swamp, bound and gagged, helpless as he claimed her with brutal dominance. He fantasized about how she would struggle, her emerald eyes wide with fear and surprise, the perfect mixture of terror and arousal dancing on her face.

The next day, Shrek set his trap. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the swamp, he waited in ambush, concealing himself behind a thicket of tall reeds. When Fiona approached, collecting water lilies for her bath as she often did, Shrek sprang from his hiding place and grabbed her by the throat.

"Shrek? What are you doing?" Fiona sputtered, trying to break free from his grip. But Shrek was merciless; he shoved a ball gag into her mouth, effectively silencing her protests. He bound her wrists with vines and dragged her back to his house, leaving her to dangle limply in the dirt as her gown became soaked with mud.

Upon entering his dimly lit home, Shrek threw Fiona onto the bed of moss, the soft, damp surface contrasting sharply with the rigid tension in the room. He stared down at her bound form for a long moment before he began to disrobe, his green skin glistening in the firelight as he revealed himself to be fully erect.

Fiona's eyes widened as she realized her predicament, but Shrek paid her no mind. Instead, he straddled her and positioned himself between her thighs. He reveled in her panicked, helpless expression, knowing she was at his mercy. With a swift thrust, he entered her forcefully, her body convulsing beneath him.

As Shrek began to ravage Fiona's body, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by her muffled cries through her gag. Her struggles grew more desperate, her eyes pleading with him for mercy. But Shrek was consumed by his dark desire; he didn't want to show her any pity.

The rape fetish only served to amplify his lust, and Fiona's resistance fueled the fire of his arousal. He gripped her hair in one hand and continued to thrust into her violently while his other hand squeezed her breasts painfully hard.

In that moment, as he drove himself into her, Shrek couldn't help but wonder how she would feel if he actually did rape her, against her will. The thought of her vulnerability sent shivers down his spine and brought him closer to climax. Sweat dripped from his brow as he began to thrust even faster, desperate for release.

At last, Shrek felt the heat build within him until it exploded in a torrent of hot seed that filled Fiona's quivering core. He slumped forward onto her, panting heavily as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

As he rolled off of her and untied her bonds, Fiona lay there, still and silent, staring up at the ceiling, a single tear tracing its way down her dirty cheek. Shrek, however, was lost in the afterglow of his fantasy fulfilled. He had conquered her body against her will, just as he had imagined, and it left him feeling more powerful than ever before.

That night, Fiona lay awake, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and confusion. She had been violated in a way she never thought possible. Shrek remained oblivious to her turmoil, drifting off into dreams of repeating the experience, savoring the sweet taste of dominance that lingered on his lips. 
 In the swamp, far away from Duloc's prying eyes, Shrek lay on his bed of moss, tossing and turning with restless desire. It had been weeks since he had last seen Fiona, and her memory haunted him in his dreams. Night after night, he found himself fantasizing about her, imagining all the ways he could have her, but this time, there was a new twist in his lustful thoughts - the thrill of the forbidden, the tantalizing prospect of rape fetish.

As Shrek pondered these dark desires, he imagined Fiona captive in his swamp, bound and gagged, helpless as he claimed her with brutal dominance. He fantasized about how she would struggle, her emerald eyes wide with fear and surprise, the perfect mixture of terror and arousal dancing on her face.

The next day, Shrek set his trap. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the swamp, he waited in ambush, concealing himself behind a thicket of tall reeds. When Fiona approached, collecting water lilies for her bath as she often did, Shrek sprang from his hiding place and grabbed her by the throat.

"Shrek? What are you doing?" Fiona sputtered, trying to break free from his grip. But Shrek was merciless; he shoved a ball gag into her mouth, effectively silencing her protests. He bound her wrists with vines and dragged her back to his house, leaving her to dangle limply in the dirt as her gown became soaked with mud.

Upon entering his dimly lit home, Shrek threw Fiona onto the bed of moss, the soft, damp surface contrasting sharply with the rigid tension in the room. He stared down at her bound form for a long moment before he began to disrobe, his green skin glistening in the firelight as he revealed himself to be fully erect.

Fiona's eyes widened as she realized her predicament, but Shrek paid her no mind. Instead, he straddled her and positioned himself between her thighs. He reveled in her panicked, helpless expression, knowing she was at his mercy. With a swift thrust, he entered her forcefully, her body convulsing beneath him.

As Shrek began to ravage Fiona's body, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by her muffled cries through her gag. Her struggles grew more desperate, her eyes pleading with him for mercy. But Shrek was consumed by his dark desire; he didn't want to show her any pity.

The rape fetish only served to amplify his lust, and Fiona's resistance fueled the fire of his arousal. He gripped her hair in one hand and continued to thrust into her violently while his other hand squeezed her breasts painfully hard.

In that moment, as he drove himself into her, Shrek couldn't help but wonder how she would feel if he actually did rape her, against her will. The thought of her vulnerability sent shivers down his spine and brought him closer to climax. Sweat dripped from his brow as he began to thrust even faster, desperate for release.

At last, Shrek felt the heat build within him until it exploded in a torrent of hot seed that filled Fiona's quivering core. He slumped forward onto her, panting heavily as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

As he rolled off of her and untied her bonds, Fiona lay there, still and silent, staring up at the ceiling, a single tear tracing its way down her dirty cheek. Shrek, however, was lost in the afterglow of his fantasy fulfilled. He had conquered her body against her will, just as he had imagined, and it left him feeling more powerful than ever before.

That night, Fiona lay awake, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and confusion. She had been violated in a way she never thought possible. Shrek remained oblivious to her turmoil, drifting off into dreams of repeating the experience, savoring the sweet taste of dominance that lingered on his lips.