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Rape

By: Openandready



I'm walking down the street; it's a quiet night. Not too many people around. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me until it was too late. Two arms wrapped around me, one around my head with a hand clamping down on my mouth, the other arm around my neck. I felt something cold against my neck. I saw something there with the streetlight shining on it, and I assumed it was a knife. 

I heard a voice saying to me, "Be real quiet, and I won't have to use it." I didn't quite understand the statement, but I nodded just to be on the safe side. 

I was being pulled into a van parked right beside us, and I realized something was going to happen. Inside the van, I was pinned down on my stomach, and my hands and feet were hog-tied together. After that my abductor put some old smelly what I thought was a rag in my mouth, and taped it shut. Next, my eyes were blindfolded, so tight, that the knot in the blindfold pulled hard on my hair.

He got up, started the van, and drove off. The van had a loud engine, so I couldn't hear much else. My hands and feet started to go numb. The tape around my mouth made it hard for me to breathe. I had my head turned off to the side, to help me breathe, but that made my neck hurt bad. So, I had to alternate between not being able to breathe, and straightening out. I started feeling a little dizzy. My mind was going too, trying to think how I was going to get out of this. I wasn't going to go without a fight.

Every time the van would come to a stop, or slow down, I would think, "Ok, here's my chance, I'm going to escape or die trying." But, it always seems like it must be a stop light or stop sign. I'm losing my reality. It all seems so surreal. Is this really happening, or is this a dream?

It seemed like forever, but we finally arrived. My only sense that I haven't been deprived of, is smell, and that is clouded with this dinky cloth that is in my mouth. But, through that, I think I smell pine. So, I must be near or in the woods. 

The van stopped, and he got out of the driver's door. I hear him walking off, and I hear a door open and shut not too far away. Then it was quiet. I can't hear anything except for my heart. I think it's beating so hard, that it's going to break through my chest. 

I'm trying to concentrate on what to do next, but concentration is getting hard. I can't breathe too well, I'm in the most uncomfortable position I've ever been in, and I'm in my living hell. I was deep in thought when the van door slid open. 

"Enjoy your ride?" Which actually sounded like gibberish to me. I feel the tie that has my hands and feet yanked on, and I realize that is how he plans on carrying me. Like bringing in a grocery bag. 

I'm being brought inside somewhere. It doesn't smell bad in here, actually quite nice. It's a big open space, I can tell that. UMMMMMMMMmmmmppphhhh!!! He let go of me, and I dropped on the ground. It sent a searing pain up my back. 

He seemed to make the cutting of my binds a ritual that I could understand, because I could hear the knife twang as he cut me loose. My arms and legs fell down with relief. Lying there on my stomach, he grabs me by the hair and starts dragging me to another room. He throws me in, slams and locks the door. I curl up into a ball and kind of scoot to the wall behind me. I hold my legs in my arms as I shiver, and think of what I can do. 

Now that I have my arms and legs I can fight. So, the next time he comes into the room, I'll be ready. But, these binds around my head, I'll need to take them off first. I start working on the gag, because that one is making me sick. I look for the ending of the tape, pull it loose, take of the tape and spit out the rag. It was dirty old oil rag. I start to cough, needing to breathe, but needing to be quiet. Next, I lifted the blindfold over my head, and tried to work the knot loose. It was tight, so, I opted to just pull it, and my hair out. 

Just in time, I can hear footsteps down the hall, which is surprising; my heart is still beating hard. I race quietly next to the door. I stand there, waiting for the door to open, and he kept walking. Damn, he didn't come in. 

About an hour or so later, he did come in. I was right next to the door waiting for him. He walks in, and I hit him in the nose, hard. It starts to bleed. I ran out as fast as I could. I found a door, but it was locked. I would have to have a key to get out. He's closing in, but I see a window. I run over to the window, hit it with the side of my fist as hard as I could. Shards of glass went into my arm, but I didn't care, as I was trying to jump through the window, he grabbed me. I slammed down on the ground, and hit my head on the corner of the side table. 

I woke up groggy, my mind is very foggy. My arms, one of them throbbing, are tied up behind me, my legs are tied up below me. I'm fully dressed, but there is a chill in the air.  All I know right now is that I'm scared. Nothing else is coming to my mind. I can't remember how I got here, why I am in this position, but I do know that this isn't right. 

The door opens, he walks in, I see my abductor. It looks like his nose is broken, but I don't remember breaking it. He tells me that I'm going to pay for breaking his nose. 

He walks up to me, displaying a knife with a big blade. He asks if I remember this knife. It will become my friend, or my enemy; it depends on how I behave. He reaches forward with the knife, and starts cutting away my top. Total fear runs through me. I try kicking at him, but forget that my legs are bound. He sees this and just smiles. He methodically cuts away my top, along the seams, so he doesn't need to free my arms to take it completely off. My pants are a little bit harder, so he walks over to a dresser, opens the top drawer, and pulls out a pair of scissors. He carefully cuts through them, leaving my panties on.

I'm lying there, cold, naked except for bra and underwear, all exposed. He runs the knife along my face, smiling as he does this. Runs it down my neck, and circling my breasts with the tip. His knife gets caught in the material, and he uses that as his cutting point. His knife is sharp, because it cuts through the material like butter. He stops, leaving the rest of the bra untouched, and runs the knife down my belly towards my underwear. 

He places the knife flat against my body, under my panties, and cuts. He does that with the other side. He makes a play at ripping them off of me. 

He comes back up to my face with the knife, runs it down my neck, takes a strap of the bra, and slices it off. He does the same with the other side. It is so cold that my nipples are at attention. He runs the knife over my nipples and it makes them harder, shrivel more. He seems to like that. 

He starts to undress, and when his pants are off, I can see his hard on through his underwear. I am starting to feel the gravity of my situation, and start to retreat in my mind. He pulls out his hard on and wants to enter me. My legs are as together as my binds will let them be. He asks me to open my legs further, but I don't understand him. He takes the point of the knife and pokes me with it. The sharp pain makes my legs open instantly. 

He's smiling as he enters me. I start coming back, and ask him to stop. He just laughs and thrusts deeper inside of me. I spit in his face, but I think he liked it. As he is thrusting in me, he keeps the knife at my neck. Each time he thrusts, I can feel the blade cutting into me. I must have total fear in my eyes, because he keeps looking at me and smiling.

Before he releases in me, he pulls out, stands back up, and puts his cock in my mouth. I start to gag instantly, but he likes that, and pulls my head harder onto his cock. He starts fucking my mouth like a wild man. It's gagging me so bad, that I can't breathe and right after he shoots his load in me, I pass out.

I awake with the knife poking at me again. He's poking it in my breasts, down my stomach and all around my pubic area. It hurts, but at least he's not cutting me with it. 

My arm still hurts, but it is feeling better. I try looking at it, and realize that I am tied in a bed. I am in a much better position, and I can see that he sewed up my arm, took care of it quite nicely, in fact, and it isn't infected. 

He comes into the room with a tray of food. He tells me that I haven't eaten in three days, and that it's time that I do. He tells me not to worry about poison in the food, because he isn't done with me, and he wants to keep me around.

I tell him I'm not hungry and he sits down on the side of the bed, with the tray, and starts to force the food in my mouth. He's telling me that he likes the fact that I have moxie, but eating is a priority in life. If I don't eat, then I won't have the strength to leave here. With my fucked up mind, that made sense, and I started to eat. I was starving; I ate all my food and asked for more. He told me no, that I would eat again tomorrow. 

What seemed like an eternity must've been about an hour, he comes back in the room. He tells me that his wife called from Detroit and would be coming home sooner than he expected. He wanted one last game with me. 

He reached in the dresser drawer and pulled out another knife. He told me that this one will never be my friend. He undressed and came over to me, using the knife to once again intimidate me. My mind was too far gone for much intimidation, and that made him mad. He wanted me to do as he said, or he will cut me. I didn't know what that meant. So he ran the knife along my neck and told me that he was going to slit my neck from ear to ear if I didn't cooperate. Was I smart enough to understand that? I just nodded. 

He untied me, turned me on my stomach, and tied me back up. He played with his cock all around my ass and legs, trying to entice me. At this point, with my mind as fucked up as it was, my body started to take over and betray me. As he's rubbing his cock all over me, I start to buck my hips up, feeling the need for him to fuck me. He finally puts his cock inside my pussy. He says he likes this position the best it gives him full penetration. He lifts my ass further in the air, holds onto my hips and starts pounding his cock into my pussy. 

My body still betraying me, I start meeting his thrusts. The harder he pounded me, the more I would thrust into him. We were going at it like wild animals. I could feel him harden more than he had before, and I knew he was close to orgasm. My orgasm was building, and I wanted to finger my clit to make it more intense, but I was tied up. With my orgasm building, and his imminent, I let out a deceiving moan. He liked that, and he started to cum in me. I loved the feeling of him cumming in me that I, too came, harder than I ever had. 

I lay back down, with him still on top of me and in me, and said, "Thanks honey, next time it's your turn..;-)..."

Rape



This story is a composite based on some real events and some news stories.  Insofar as it concerns me personally, it is fiction.

It’s based partly on a story I wrote twelve years ago and abandoned, only to be revived when Mike Nifong tried to fuck over the Duke players; but this story was NOT inspired by that case.

It is also NOT a stroke story.

Oh, and before you flame me:  I received my JD from the University of Law and Order.  Legal items are strictly my own invention.


I was arrested on a Friday morning.

It was an otherwise unremarkable morning, pleasant even for late December, though spending New Year’s Eve in jail was a little unusual.

Arraignment waited until Monday morning, which is when I learned I’d been charged with rape.

Of course I pled not guilty.  I WAS not guilty.

That did not stop the throng of reporters and camerapersons (?) from descending on my innocent self, on the day school took back in, a day when I should have been in class teaching math to a horde of barely-interested high-schoolers.

I’d met only briefly with my attorney, a court-appointed fellow, pleasant enough but seemingly too young to have any legal acumen.  He’d walked me through the arraignment process, and then through the bonding-out process, before hustling me out of the jail facility and into his waiting SUV.

My wife was barely speaking to me, convinced as she was I must be guilty.  She hurled stinging invectives at me during the times we were together; I believe the word ‘divorce’ was uttered a time or ten.

Obviously the school district wanted nothing to do with me.  While the young woman I was accused of having assaulted was not a student, and thus obviously not a student of mine, they wanted no part of having a lecher on their payroll.  I was put on paid leave, with an eye to discontinuing my employment at the earliest opportunity.

I explained to my attorney how I was innocent, and did not know the young woman in question.  I knew who she was, to be sure:  her name was Becky, her family lived next door to mine, and her father Paul and I had had skirmishes over minor things, his dogging shitting in my yard, his guests throwing liquor bottles over the fence.  Like that.

When I mentioned that, he frowned.  How well, specifically, had I known the young woman?

She had said hello to me, my wife, or both, on a few occasions, I replied.  Honestly, I should add.

My attorney frowned some more.

++++++

Three weeks later, my wife had me served with divorce papers; she moved in with her parents.  My house was vandalized.  I was officially dismissed from my job as a teacher.

I was twenty-seven; I’d lost everything, and was about to be convicted of a crime that could imprison me, given my health, for seventy years.

My life was out of control.

++++++

My trial was fast approaching:  three days to go, six months since the allegations were made.  My divorce was final; my wife had washed her hands of me, completely.  Not even a claim on the house.

My attorney was parsing every word in the case file.  “Can you add anything?” he asked.

I shook my head.

His look told me it was futile.

++++++

The trial had begun.  The first three days were over; the “victim” had told her story, and it had been corroborated by a friend of hers, a little cunt named Sherry.

I was walking around my living room, my left knee giving me hell.  I’d been injured playing football in high school, and while it was usually not a problem, stress brought out a bit of pain.  I used a small cane to help me on those days.

Arthur, my attorney, said, “Please, do two things for me.”

“Name ‘em,” I said.

“First, tell me I’m not living in a fool’s paradise, that you really are innocent.”

I stopped, looked at him in disbelief; then realized it was his career, too.  “Arthur,” I said, “I never touched the little bitch.  What’s the second thing?”

“Second,” he said, “stop pacing around with that FUCKING CA...”

He had stopped, dead in his sentence.  “Cane,” he finished softly.

I stopped.

He stared at my leg.  He reached out and grabbed the cane.  “Walk toward me,” he commanded.

I complied.

“Old war wound?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Football,” I replied, and told him the story.

A smile spread across his face.  “Drop your trousers,” he said, gleefully.

“What?” I demanded.

“You heard me!” he said, sharply, a laugh in his voice.  “Drop ‘em!”

I looked at him for a moment, then unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants.

Arthur grinned, leaned forward, and grabbed my calves, squeezing lightly; then repeated with my thighs.

“Arthur,” I said, “are you gay?”

“No,” he laughed, “we just won.”

++++++

The next day in court, the prosecution rested.  Since the little bitch and her friend had testified against me, Arthur had the right to call either of them to the stand.

He called Sherry to the stand; she understood she was still under oath.

“You witnessed this alleged attack?” Arthur asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Was my client clothed or dressed during the attack?” he barked.

Sherry looked a bit stunned; she looked at Becky, who looked at the prosecutor, who in turn frowned.  The prosecutor, a young manhating woman, shook her head.  There was no objection to be made.

Arthur said, “Don’t look at them, look at me.  Dressed or naked?”

Sherry said, “Uh, he was partly naked.”

“PARTLY NAKED?” thundered Arthur.

Sherry cowered.

“So he was PARTLY CLOTHED?” said Arthur.

“Uh, he, uh, yeah.  Partly clothed,” finished Sherry, weakly.

“WHICH PART?”Arthur demanded.

Sherry was losing some tears at this point.  “His bottom was naked,” she blubbered.

“No pants, but a shirt on?”

She nodded.

“You must answer out loud, young lady,” said the judge.

“Yes,” she said softly, “he’d removed his pants.”

“And you did NOTHING to stop him?” he demanded.

Another nod; another admonition, followed by, “I wish I had.”

“No more questions,” said Arthur, quietly, calmly.

Once Sherry was excused, lunch was called.

++++++

“What the fuck is THIS SHIT?” screamed the prosecutor.  She was waving a sheaf of papers. “You’re calling the victim’s father to the stand?”

“Just a couple of questions,” said Arthur.  We turned to walk away.

“What questions?” she bellowed.

Arthur flipped her off, and we walked on.

++++++

Paul, my erstwhile neighbor, had been called to the stand.

Arthur said, “You dislike my client.”

Paul hesitated.  “Had better neighbors in my day, but no, I don’t dislike him.  Not as such.”

Arthur whirled.  “Did you make up a rape story with your daughter?”

Paul was taken aback.  “No!” he said, “it happened just the way she said.”

“Ah, I see.  So, you were there?” Arthur pressed.

“No!  Of course not, just... whatever my daughter says, I believe her,” he finished weakly.

“Did you,” Arthur demanded, “tell her to lie?  to say she’d been raped when she had not?”

Paul was apoplectic.  “I did NO SUCH THING!” he screamed.

“No more questions,” Arthur said mildly.

There was some confusion as Paul was escorted from the witness stand, and Becky was called.

Arthur punched me lightly.  “Watch this,” he whispered, “and for GOD’S SAKE, don’t react, no matter WHAT I say.”

I nodded; he grabbed a manila folder, stood, and approached the witness box.

“Hi, Becky,” he said in his most pleasant tone.

She looked around, a little confused.  “Uh, hi,” she responded after some hesitation.

“Now, Becky,” he continued, his face becoming serious, “I suppose you heard Sherry’s testimony earlier...?”

She nodded.  “Yes,” she said, after a look from the judge.

“And can you confirm what she said?  That when my client allegedly raped you --”

“He DID,” she countered.

“When the alleged attack occurred,” he continued, “he was not wearing his pants.  Correct?”

Becky nodded vigorously.  “Yes,” she added.

“Okay, now we’ll ignore the fact that she was there, and did nothing to help you, and here I’m assuming she just watched...?”

Becky flushed, but said nothing.

“And just to be ABSOLUTELY CLEAR on this matter, you are stating, UNDER OATH, that my client raped you?”

Another nod.  “Yes, he did.”

“Now, I’m holding in my hand,” he gestured with the folder, “a copy of the police report, to which BOTH of you girls contributed.”  He opened the folder and began flipping through sheets nonchalantly.  “I just find it curious that neither of you, in making this exceptionally detailed report, mentioned which of his legs is artificial.”

A strong murmur rippled through the courtroom; the judged gaveled for order.

Arthur held Becky’s very unhappy gaze.  “So I thought I’d ask you now, since you claim to have seen this man,” he waved in my general direction, “without trousers, which leg is not flesh and bone?”

Becky’s lip started to tremble.  “Uh...” she stammered, “uh...”

“Now Becky,” Arthur said, in his most pious tone, “you’ve been sworn to tell the truth, and you claim to have seen my client’s legs unclothed.  If he was sufficiently close to rape you, don’t you think you’d remember a detail like that?  I mean, if it’s even possible, given that kind of a disability?”

She nodded; a tear escaped from her left eye, but she said nothing.

Arthur looked at the judge imploringly.

“Young lady, you must answer the question,” he said.

“Uhmm... left, I think.  Yeah, left,” she answered, her voice weak.

“You honor!” Arthur barked, “I move that all charges against my client be dismissed, and this young woman, her father and her friend be charged with perjury.”

The courtroom buzzed like a hive of hornets.  The judge had to threaten to clear the court in order to restore.

Becky looked shellshocked; her father and Sherry looked sick.

Arthur was positively pontifical.  “We’ve heard this young woman, under oath, say this man has an artificial leg,” he continued.   “He has no such thing.  She has just admitted she’s never seen him without pants, and thus he could NOT have raped her.”

Becky put her face in her hands.  “Ogodogodogod,” she blubbered, “I’m so sorrrrry...” and she began wailing.

The judge ordered Becky, her father and Sherry held, cleared the courtroom, and brought us all into chambers.

“Now just what the HELL is this all about?” he thundered.

“I’ve just proven there was no rape, your honor,” Arthur said.

The judge looked at Paul, and said, in a quietly contemptuous voice, “Did you put these girls up to this damnable lie?”

He started to deny it, but the girls, already crying, were nodding and repeating, “Yes, he did,” over and over.

++++++

To say I experienced a reversal of fortune would be an understatement.

The charges were dismissed.  The judge, in a highly controversial move, did a little forum shopping to find a TV station that would allow him to excoriate the other stations that had proclaimed my guilt without presenting my side.  After that, all the TV stations wanted to mend fences with me, as did the local newspaper.

The manhating prosecutor was hauled before the ethics committee.  She had done nothing even vaguely resembling due diligence in investigating the case.  That she kept her license was a tribute to her own lawyer.  She was dismissed from the DA’s office; these days, she sues over garbage-can denting, and the like.

Paul was charged with perjury and contributing to the delinquency of a minor.  Well, two minors, but there’s no such crime; it was two charges.  He received seven years prison time.

Becky and Sherry pleaded out; in exchange for testifying against Paul, they received three years, suspended, six months active time, and five years probation.

It cost the girls more than that.  Becky had received an offer of an academic scholarship, and Sherry was accepted at a very prestigious university.  Both girls lost their slots in those universities, and had to settle for community college.

Not to pile insult onto injury, I sued Paul and his family, gaining, in the settlement, the title to their house and most of their possessions.  I essentially destroyed their family.  Well, even though I never had a problem with Paul’s wife, they had all brought the shitstorm on themselves.

My wife tried to make it up to me, and re-kindle the marriage.  I told her to fuck herself with a creosote railroad tie.

I sued the school board, and despite their protestations, my new friends at the TV stations (and a cable news group) forced them to admit them fired a tenured teacher without cause.  I settled for enough to ensure I don’t have to work again.  Ever.

Arthur?  He charged me not a penny more than I’d already paid him.  The publicity alone, he assured me, would MORE than compensate him.

++++++

I suppose, if I could go back and somehow change things, I might do so.  You know, if I had known I’d be charged with rape on this date at that time, I’d have made sure to stand somewhere very public and allow myself to be videotaped, far away from the scene of the alleged crime at the time it was supposed to have happened.

I mean, on the one hand, it would save my marriage, preserve my job, and avoid all manner of shit I’ve endured in the last two years.

On the other hand, there’s a beautiful twenty-nine year old divorcée in the next room, one with whom I’ve been making sweet love for the last six months.  She’s a little pregnant (har) and a little grumpy; she’s waiting for me to improve her mood.

In fact, I hear her calling now.

Catch ya later.



Rape and Reflection



Getting ready for my date, I stood in front of the mirror, critically examining what I saw. 

Not my image in the mirror. The mirror itself. 

The mirror had come from Mickey, one of my roommates in Eau Claire. I had never owned anything like it, and couldn't believe she had given it to me, but she gave away a lot of good stuff before going on the road with her new musician boyfriend. A portable, full-length mirror on a hinge. Some of the edges were beat up, but with all the elaborate woodwork, it still looked pretty good. 

I thought I did too, and was sure I would look good to him. Black laced boots, an ankle-length earth colored skirt and a white blouse with some frills on it. I was determined to please him. I knew he wanted a girl on his arm he could be proud of, and my reflection in the mirror was just the way I thought he'd like me, pert, bubbly and cute. Quite a difference from four years ago.

Then, my reflection had been completely nude. Trembling with fright. And in the mirror with me, three boys. Big, fully clothed boys, who leered as they forced me to stand in front of the mirror with my hands on my head, unable to hide anything. They had been there to rape me. And as the mirror watched, they did.

I remembered their dirty comments, how they had used that mirror to make sure I saw my humiliation and their lust. I remembered their strength, brutishness and what it was like to be outnumbered by boys bigger and stronger than I was. The perverted things they had done to me and made me do, the pain and pleasure they had forced me to feel. And the surprising tenderness they had shown afterwards. 

It had been a horror. For weeks afterwards, I'd carefully walk down the streets of Eau Claire to the house I shared with two girls, lock the door behind me, then go to my room and think about the "event", as I called it. My feelings were so confused. I'd lay on my bed dreaming of all the horrible forms of revenge I could take for their violation of my privacy, my intimacy, my body, but as I did I would think of what they had forced me to do, and the tingles would begin. My hand would slip into my pants and I'd rub and rub and shudder in orgasm. 

Afterwards, my cheeks would burn and I'd cry, deeply shamed by my behavior and wishing they were dead. But I couldn't help it; the pleasure was delightful and I'd find myself wishing they were back. Sometimes I'd take all my clothes off and stand in front of the mirror, imagining they were in it, grinning as they watched me masturbate, the way they had once forced me to. 

That mirror that had seen a lot that day, and nothing since. Until last night.

****** 

That night began at Chewy's, and had been the final straw for me.

After graduating from Chippewa Valley Technical Institute as a medical transcriptionist, I had surprised my family by taking a job in Manitowoc, a small town on Lake Michigan. If getting out of the house and into my own apartment had been a milestone in my life, moving two hundred sixty miles away had been another. I had fantasized about being really adventurous and moving out of Wisconsin, but decided to stay where I had some friends.

In Manitowoc, rent was cheap, food was cheap, everything was cheap. I worked at the Aurora Health Care Center on Lakeshore Drive, halfway between Manitowoc and Two Rivers, the pay enough for me to buy my own car and rent a fairly large apartment on Reed Avenue. I was really on my own, living an adult life. For the next three years I worked and went to the festivals and park parties. I'd swim at the Y, go to the county fair and treat myself to chocolate from Beernsten's candy store.

That was about it. Manitowoc is a quiet town. Millionaires park their boats at the marina, but the social life is centered around the athletic events at the local high school and the hundreds of small taverns on every corner. That was fine with me. I wasn't looking for any grand adventure, just a life with a husband, a house and a family. I hoped that would be easier to find in a small town. Manitowoc is a clean, green city, surrounded by beautiful countryside. Everything you need is within five miles of where you're standing; the schools are good and the crime rate practically non-existent. It seemed a great place to build a home and bring up kids

Provided you had a partner. By this time, I was twenty seven, still single, and hadn't had a real boyfriend since high school. At work, all the men were married, so I had to go to the bars to meet new people.

I had made a friend. Carrie Poulas worked in the cubicle next to me, and had spent her whole life in Manitowoc. She mentored me in the customs of the natives. This close to Green Bay you had to be up on what was new with the Packers. At the Manitowoc Maritime Museum, you had to tour the U.S.S. Cobia, the old submarine parked in the river, and be knowledgeable about its history and the streets near Culver Avenue that were named after submarines built there. You got your burgers at the Penquin, a garish old diner on Calumet that looked like it was out of a 1950's movie, and you condescendingly referred to Two Rivers as "Carptown", unless you lived in Two Rivers. Then you referred to Manitowoc as "Skunk Hollow". Just like Eau Claire, where we used to make jokes about Chippewa Falls. Seems every city needs a rival. 

Romantically, Carrie was having the same problems as me. She still lived at home with her family, which made dating difficult. Neither of us liked to drink or be around people who did, but we had little choice. We once discussed getting all dolled up and seeing if we could get some rich people who owned boats to invite us on board, but nothing ever came of it. We were too shy, and felt we weren't pretty enough. 

That night, after ranting about how hard it was to find a nice boy at this or that place, she suggested we go to Chewy's, a bar on Eighth Street. She said it was a sports bar, and attracted a somewhat older crowd. She explained that when she had been in high school, it had been called Uncle Thirsty's, and all the teachers and local professionals liked hanging out there. She hadn't been there in a long time, but it promised the best prospects, and it was someplace different.

At first, I was disappointed. There were no professionals there, just the usual sad drunks and a bunch of guys just turned twenty one, maybe younger, since I didn't see them carding. We weren't interested in them, and judging by the way they ignored us, the feeling was mutual. Then things picked up. Around eleven a group of men came in, fresh from a softball game. Right age, right attitude, and to the delight of Carrie and I, they started talking to us. We were having fun; the boys seemed positive, friendly. They bought us a round of drinks then invited us to play a game of darts. 

I had never played before, and watched the first two boys to see how it was done. I had been talking to a guy named Rick, who handed me three darts and told me to step up to the line marked on the floor. When I got there he told me to touch my toes, which unthinking, I did.

And I felt a sudden sting in my rear. He had thrown the dart into my behind.

"Bull's-eye!" roared a male voice, and the entire bar filled with laughter. "Hard to miss a target that big…" "Scored at least fifty points..." "Next time, use a harpoon..." The nasty comments began to fly. The boys were all gathering around Rick, congratulating him. It had been a set up, right from the beginning. Furious and frustrated, I walked, no, stormed out of the bar, feeling the tears sting my eyes. Carrie rushed out to meet me. 

"Laurie…"

"No!" I blurted out to her. 

"Look, they're just some jerks who…"

"Even if they're jerks, why did they do that?" I cried. "What did I do wrong? Did I say something that …"

"Stop! Just stop it! Don't let them bother you."

"How can I not let them bother me? That hurt!" I was about to go on, but caught myself, and took a deep breath. "Look, all I want right now is to be alone."

Carrie looked skeptical; then nodded. "Can you get home ok?"

"Yes." I'd often gone home disappointed and always made it ok, but it was nice of her to be concerned. "Should I drive you home first? I'm ok to drive, really."

"No. I have some friends across the street. Over at Digger Dave's, I can get a ride from them."

"Oh." That was the first I'd heard that she had friends at a bar right around the corner. Why had she suggested Chewy's? I was about to ask her, irritated that she was still interested in going out, but decided not to pursue it. I watched her go into the tavern and behind her entered a boy and a girl, the boy looking at the girl with obvious adoration. A real couple, the kind I wanted to be a part of. The night's final insult.

I leaned against my car, looked up at the sky, the stars bright even against the lights of Eighth Street, so clear was the air. I thought about the idea of pushing thirty, and finding nobody. Was there nobody to find? Was I wrong to want what I wanted? Should I think of moving, again? Or was there just something hideously wrong with me that would follow me wherever I went?

I got in, closed the door and sat behind the wheel, trying not to burst out sobbing. I was afraid that if I started I'd never stop. I was struggling to get control of myself when a deep male voice greeted me from the back seat. "Hello, Laurie."

I recognized that voice

****** 

It was Frank. The boy who had led my gang rape four years ago. I don't know what expression was on my face as I turned to look at him, but it must have been something. The passenger door opened, and a man entered. A big man, a huge man, struggling to get into the seat in my Toyota Yaris. It was Ted. He had also raped me that day. 

"Get the car started." Frank was as commanding as ever. 

I felt cold. I couldn't say or do anything. Ted took the keys out of my hand, put them in the ignition, and started the car.

"Drive," said Frank. "Straight."

Shock. It must have been, for it was like I was watching somebody else as I put the car in gear and started north on Eighth Street. Up the hill, past Holy Corners, past the sporting goods store. We crossed Waldo Boulevard, stopped at the light at the Piggly Wiggly. Frank ordered me to turn right on Reed Avenue, and we passed the Kentucky Fried Chicken, the hospital, crossed the bridge over the Little Manitowoc River and came up to Johnson Drive. Frank told me to turn left and I did, the rusty ruins of the nearly empty mall on my right. Frank told me to turn left again, and we were in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Frank directed me right into my assigned parking space. They knew where I lived, knew where I parked my car. They had been stalking me again. 

Ted turned the car off, took the keys. He got out, went to the driver's side, opened the door and took my hand. Still numb, I got out of the car, Frank behind me. Another car, a big SUV, pulled up in the space next to us. Two girls, one in her late twenties, the other younger, got out with six-packs of beer in their hands, loud and laughing. Out of the driver's side came a young man who seemed made of squares. It was Bill, call me Bo. He had been following us. The whole rape team was back.

Ted and Frank hooked their arms in mine, with Bill walking behind me. They handed my keys to the girls, who went ahead of us to open the doors. To anybody watching it would appear that I had some company visiting, and they would not notice that the boys had me boxed in with no way to escape. My heart began to beat harder as they led me into the building. Frank whispered. "You know we're here to rape you, right?" I didn't reply, but the squeeze my arms gave as I cringed must have told both Frank and Ted that yes, I knew that they were there to rape me, again. Just like last time, it had come from out of the blue and happened very fast.

I didn't have a clue how to stop them.

****** 

We were all in my bedroom.

Frank sat on the bed, drinking a beer. Four years older but as I remembered him. Five foot ten, one hundred sixty pounds. His thick brown hair was still curly, but cut shorter. I noticed his designer glasses, a big improvement from the coke-bottle bottoms he'd worn before. He was wearing khaki slacks, a nice sweater and expensive shoes, looked successful. 

Leaning against a dresser, Ted was different. He dominated the room with his six foot six inch frame, but the mullet was gone, his dirty blonde hair now cut short but hardly fashionable. He wore khaki shorts with a black polo shirt, and I suspected he'd drifted into a blue collar career. He was grinning, showing that familiar gap between his teeth.

Also in khaki shorts with a white polo shirt, Bill leaned against the bedroom door, which he had closed behind him. Bill, call me Bo; five foot four tall and five foot four wide. His nose and other features were still sharp, but his blonde hair was not as short as I remembered it. 

The two girls sat on the divan in front of my vanity, sipping beer and looking at me curiously. The older girl was short, plump, wearing a black dress, her brunette hair cut in a page. The younger one was probably blonde but had her hair dyed purple. She was thin, wearing a choker with gold beads, baggy black pants and a black bustier that showed her belly. Her eyes were done up in punky raccoon makeup and she had several piercings. I stood there waiting. Bill spoke first. "You remember the drill," he said. "Get your clothes off." And the two girls giggled.

If it had been just the boys, I probably would have done it. While undressing in front of three boys had been indescribably embarrassing, I had done it and survived. But now they wanted me to do it while girls watched, and that changed everything. I've always had body image issues. In school I had worn my gym clothes under my regular clothes so I wouldn't have to undress in front of other girls. I was afraid of what they might say about my body. I had been ashamed of my body and I guess I still was, because I couldn't do it, and I told them so. 

They were not pleased. Frank came up to whisper in my ear. "You know, if you don't, we're just going to have to rip them off." But I was in a bad mood after what happened at Chewy's, and it bugged me that he'd whisper like that. "If you have something to say, say it where the whole room can hear!" I said that in a strong, clear voice.

Frank was surprised. "What?"

"Say it so everybody can hear!" 

"If you don't take your clothes off, we'll have to rip them off."

"What's stopping you?" All the boys expressed their surprise with wide eyes and silence. I got bolder. "Do it or leave me alone!" Bill looked at Ted, who looked at Frank, who looked at Bill. It was like watching the Three Stooges and I snorted, which must have decided things for them.

"Ok," said Ted, who grabbed my left arm, which I pulled away. Bill grabbed me from behind, and I pushed my butt back into him, that butt that he always joked was so big. It turned out to be big enough to give him a good shove, and before he recovered I made my move for the door. Frank lunged at me from the side as Bill grabbed me again from behind and lifted me off the floor. I weigh one-hundred-eighty pounds, and he stumbled backwards, giving me the chance to give Frank a good kick in the chest, sending him against the wall. But Ted had grabbed one wrist in his big paw, Bill had grabbed the other, and they began twisting my arms behind my back. I began yelling.

"Man, shut her up!" said Bill.

I tried to get my wrists free while kicking back at them, but wasn't strong enough. Frank was rummaging through my dresser while Ted and Bill twisted my arms and forced me to bend over. I heard the brunette say "use this"; felt metal, heard two clinks, and then my arms were securely locked behind my back. They had handcuffed me. They had come prepared.

I still tried to kick, but it was hard in that bent over position, and then Bill and Ted hooked their arms in mine and lifted me off the floor. I raised my head to yell again and felt something soft. Frank had shoved a rag into my mouth, and then tied one of my stockings around my head to hold it in place. I still flailed around, but suspended and handcuffed there wasn't much I could do. 

"Now strip her!" said the purple-haired girl. "Get her naked!" added the brunette. As if the boys needed cheerleaders. Frank reached down to my left shoe, roughly pulled it and my black sock off. He did the same to the other foot, positioning his shin to block any kicks I might make. Tugging at my belt, he pulled it right out of my black slacks, undid the button and pulled it apart so hard the zipper broke. The other boys lifted me higher as he worked my slacks over my hips and pulled them off, first one leg then the other, throwing them into a corner.

"Bend her over," he said.

Bracing themselves, Bill and Ted put me on my feet, and bent me over. Frank pulled and tugged at the light blue sweater I was wearing, but was frustrated trying to get it off while I was handcuffed. I looked up to see the brunette hand him the shearing scissors I kept on the dresser. Frank made an incision at the bottom hem of the sweater, reached down and with great strength ripped it in half, all the way up to my neck. He pulled and tore at it, and it hurt as he ripped it around my shoulders. He soon had the sweater lying in pieces on the floor. He cut the bra straps and my boobs dangled free. Frank ordered them to suspend me again, and he began pulling my white panties down. I spread my legs to try to stop him, but he just pulled harder, and I heard them tear as he yanked them over my feet.

And so they had me. Naked, handcuffed, gagged and suspended off the floor. I looked over at the girls and was embarrassed to see them checking out my bare body. The brunette's eyes focused between my legs. "She's a natural blonde!" she said, and I tried to cross my legs to hide my genitals.

"Check this out," said Ted as he and Bill turned me around. "Is that a big ass, or what?"

The girls laughed their agreement, and for the second time that night my behind stung as Bill gave me a hard smack on my rear. I felt both shame and rage, but gagged like that I couldn't say anything. Frank whispered something, and they turned me around and threw me on my back onto the bed. Twisted behind, my arms hurt as I bounced. Ted grabbed my right ankle, Bill my left, and as I futilely fought them, they began spreading my legs, wider and wider until I felt the tendons in my thighs begin to stretch. Frank had more of my stockings and began wrapping them around my knees, tying them off to the posts of the expensive bed that I now regretted buying. He pulled hard, leaning back to put his body weight into it. When he was finished, my knees were tightly bound to the posts, my feet sticking out over the sides of the bed. With bonds as tight as the handcuffs, they nearly had me doing the splits.

The boys stepped back, breathing hard, their faces flushed. They looked down at me and congratulated each other, high-fiving themselves over their success.

"We won!" said Ted.

"Jolly good hunt old man!" replied Bill. 

Coming over to join them, something caught Frank's eye. "Look at this," he said. "Remember this thing?"

A grin passed between them. They moved the mirror, my big full length mirror, to the foot of the bed and adjusted it so that my situation was reflected in it. Frank addressed the girls. "Ladies, come take a look at Laurie Vannes, the hottest fuck in Eau Claire and back for more!"

Breathing through my nose, I lifted my head and looked down. Déjà vu; I saw myself naked, tears in my eyes, my legs spread wide and my genitals exposed and vulnerable. In the mirror with me, three boys and two girls, fully clothed and leering, their eyes shining with anticipation. They could do anything they wanted to me.




Rape and Reflection



And they would. 

****** 

The boys talked and laughed as they got "undressed for success", as Bill put it. I noted the changes that four years had brought. They were still beautiful boys, but clearly older. Ted still had a lot of body hair, and his penis and testicles were as huge as I remembered, but there was now a spare tire around his belly. For Bill, it wasn't just his belly; he was pudgier everywhere. Frank was still in shape, his abs tight, muscles rippling as he took his boxers off. He also seemed an inch taller, and his penis even thicker. The girls sipped beer and chatted in low tones, glancing at me spread out on the bed, covering their smiles with their hands while their eyes flashed. They seemed to know what was coming, and I wondered how long the boys had been planning this.

The now naked boys stood by the bed and examined me. I was carrying an extra ten pounds since the last time they saw me, and while it sounds ridiculous considering the situation I was in, I hoped they wouldn't notice. I shuddered as their hands began stroking my neck, my breasts, my belly and flanks. Ted positioned himself between my legs, stroking the insides of my thighs, and I twitched as he lightly brushed his knuckles over my genitals.

"Take your time boys, we've got all night." said Frank. The last time, they had had to hurry because I was expected at my job. Now they had hours. Ted continued to stroke my genitals with one huge finger.

"She's a little dry," said Ted. "Any ideas on how to get her lubed up?"

"Tease her." replied the plump and too helpful brunette.

"How?"

"With this," she said. I had a vase on the dresser filled with brightly colored pens. She selected one that had a huge feather at the end, and handed it to Ted. "Ah so!" said Ted in a fake Japanese accent. He began brushing the feather on my genitals, up and down, and I writhed. 

He was trying to sexually arouse me, and there was a good chance he'd succeed. As the boys had found out my genitals seemed to have a mind of their own, and would respond no matter how hard I tried to control them. They had used them before to bend me to their will, and my cheeks get hot as I remembered how they had made me a partner in their perversions. I bit down on the rag; this time I would resist them, this time I would not participate. After they had had their fun, they'd leave. And then what? I decided not to think that far ahead, and concentrated on resisting the feather, which wasn't too hard, since it was so light. Ted continued stroking up and down, but noticed he wasn't getting the reaction he hoped for. Round one went to me. 

"This ain't working," he said.

"Do what you did last time," said Bill. "Use your dick."

Ted smiled, and I braced myself for the next assault. This would be difficult, for there's nothing quite like the sensation of a penis on your genitals. I hadn't felt that for a long time, and I wiggled again as Ted's huge penis touched my vagina. He separated the lips and began rubbing the tip of his penis inside them. He lifted his penis in his hands and let it fall of its own weight right onto my clitoris, and I gasped through the gag. 

The boys grinned. "That hit the spot," remarked Frank.

"Why don't you guys join in? On her tits."

Bill and Frank looked at each other, shrugged, and moved to either side of me. They took their penises in their hands and began rubbing the soft tips around my nipples, which stiffened and turned bright pink. Now they had proof they were making progress. It just felt too good, and I had to moan.

The brunette piped up. "Sounds yummy!"

"That's nuthin'," said Bill. "Wait'll you see what happens once we get our dicks in her!"

"Plump little slut had no trouble milking all three of us dry!" said Ted.

"It's like she was born to be gangbanged!" said Frank.

Their words burned into me. I knew I shouldn't listen, but the trouble is when people say things about me, I have a tendency to believe them even when I know it isn't true. The guilt began. Had I encouraged them somehow? In the past, I had felt exquisite pleasure when they did things to me, but that's not my fault, is it? I can't help the way I feel! I tried to shut off the thoughts they had started while Ted continued to tease my genitals with his penis. It was working; they all hummed their satisfaction as against my will, my hips began to wiggle.

"Now cock-slap her." said Bill.

"What?"

"Cock-slap her. Use your dick to slap her pussy."

"Hey, great idea!" Ted took his penis in his hands, held it up and then brought it down in a quick whipping motion that hit me between the legs with an audible slap. I jerked and winced. His penis wasn't just huge, it was heavy, and that slap had really stung. I began to wonder if resisting them had really been the best idea. Maybe I should have cooperated, but with the gag I couldn't tell them I'd changed my mind. Again Ted brought his penis up and slapped it down on my vagina. The other boys joined in, slapping their penises against my nipples. That stung too, and I pulled uselessly at the handcuffs. 

"Now put your back into it." said Bill. Ted reared his huge bulk, took hold of his penis, and came down with his full weight, whipping his penis as he did.

Whap!

Ow! That hurt! My hips thrust up, my genitals tingling with the pain. I would have given anything to be able to rub them, no doubt to the boy's cheers, but I couldn't, so I thrust and thrust to try to cool down the burning sensation. Everybody liked the show. "Whoa!" said the brunette girl. "Look at her move! She really wants it now!" 

"That got results," said Bill.

"Yeah, but it sure stung my dick." 

"Use something else," suggested Bill. Ted looked and found a flyswatter laying on my nightstand. He swished it around, then wound up and brought it down over his head for a really hard slap. In the mirror I could see my eyes bugging out as I braced myself, but he stopped just short of hitting me, amused to watch me tense up for the impact. After everybody stopped giggling, Ted seared the inside of my thighs with some hard swats then began tapping it real fast on my clitoris. The sensation was excruciating. The perverted imagination of these boys astounded me, they could make me feel incredible things whether I wanted to or not, and I jerked and pulled, but that just motivated him to tap harder and faster. I groaned, and in the mirror I could see my genitals getting all red and puffy. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he stopped. He looked down at my glowing genitals, and brought the flyswatter up over his head again. This time it wasn't a feint; he was going to hit hard, with his whole weight behind it. It was really sensitive now; this was really going to hurt.

"Stop!" said Frank.

"Why?"

"You'll really hurt her."

"Shit, this fat whore can take it. Look how wet her pussy's starting to get, she loves it."

If I hadn't been gagged, I would have screamed it wasn't true, but what good would that have done? Everybody was indeed marveling over the way my vagina was lubricating, and my clitoris stood up stiff and pink, a finger being shook not to tell lies. His words were an accusation, inflaming my conscience, and I had to force myself to deny it.

"Yeah, but it's still too much." Frank's concern seemed oddly out of place. "Try something else."

"Like what?"

Bill said he had an idea. He walked over to the purple-haired girl, and began whispering something in her ear. Her eyes lit up, and she walked in between my legs. She looked down at my exposed genitals, red, swollen, and I again felt a horrible embarrassment. Frank brought his mouth up to my right ear, and whispered: "Don't be afraid. You'll love this." He began nuzzling my ear with his lips, his hot breath tickling my earlobe, then lowered his head and began kissing the nape of my neck. That felt good, and my breathing quickened as I watched the girl, wondering what she was up to. She took out a scrunchy, pulled her hair back and tied it. Then she knelt between my legs. Now I knew what she was up to. I wriggled in protest but Frank again whispered in my ear. "Just play along," he said. "I'll make sure they don't hurt you." Then he buried his mouth in my neck, first kissing it, and then gently sucking on it. 

I had been curious about what it would feel like if a boy licked me between the legs. And I'd often caught myself admiring, and being jealous of, another girl's body. But I'd never had a lesbian fantasy in my life. Now I'd have to experience both, and had no say in it. The boys, damn them, had again found a way to hit me with something totally unexpected. The girl's face was close to my vagina and I could feel her breath on it. Her small, cool hands began stroking the inside of my thighs. I squeaked as she began kissing the inside of my right thigh. It felt nice, and the girl seemed to go into a sort of erotic trance as she began kissing up and down my thighs, murmuring about how soft my skin was. 

My response was powerful and involuntary. She had warm lips and suck-kissed, now on my right thigh, now on my left. The teasing was maddening; God knows how it would feel when she reached my vagina. In the mirror I could see my face through the tears, my brow furrowed as I concentrated on resisting the sensations. Frank's hands come up to my nipples, gently brushing them as he began to suck on my neck so hard that it hurt. The girl kissed the inside of my thighs faster and faster, and then began biting them with quick nips.

Damn, she had some sharp little teeth! I writhed and squeaked, which encouraged her to nip and suck kiss faster, traveling up each thigh towards my genitals. When she got there, she kissed and nipped around them, her hot breath teasing my vulva, already so tender from the spanking. I knew what was coming but that did me no good when she softly growled and took the whole of my vagina into her mouth in a long suck-kiss. It was too intense; I closed my eyes and wailed, throwing my head back, and Frank used the opportunity to sink his teeth into my neck. He bit and chewed and his fingers pulled harder at my nipples as the nasty girl began licking the flat of her tongue up and down my vaginal lips, and I found out she had a tongue stud when it rasped against my clitoris. She spread my vagina with her hands, thrust her tongue deep into me, and I could feel the hard metal of the stud there. Then she let out a loud moan, the vibrations spreading deep into my womb.

Oh, if only I could close my legs! She was driving me beyond what my senses could bear, and I felt despair along with the pleasure. My hips were moving up, down and around, and I couldn't begin to stop them. I peeked through the film of tears and saw it all in the mirror; the back of the girl's head moving as she energetically licked me; Frank's head buried in my neck, my bright red nipples between his fingers. My face was tense, the muscles of my shoulders were straining against the handcuffs, and my hips kept gyrating and thrusting against her mouth as the flesh of my thighs trembled. And in the corner of the mirror were Bill, Ted and the brunette lustfully grinning at the show I was putting on. It was a lewd, perverse sight, and I knew I'd have to live with that for a long time.

She pulled my vagina open wider, and began licking and sucking at my clitoris, and my naked body thrashed in the throes of sexual torment. I felt the unwanted orgasm building up, tried desperately to suppress it and failed miserably as she set my clitoris in her hard teeth and began gently chewing on it. 

The orgasm was so deep, so painfully intense I lost all control over my body. Through my nostrils, I was unable to suck in air fast enough. My uterus contracted so hard it felt like it would cramp up. I heard some of the crystal in the room ringing sympathetically with my shrieks; even through my gag they were that loud. The handcuffs bit into my wrists, the ropes bit into the back of my knees and Frank bit into my neck so hard I was sure he had drawn blood. I trembled and trembled, stars flashing in front of my eyes, waves of impossible pleasure thundering up and down my body.

And when it was over, Frank gave a last hard suck and pulled back from my neck. The cooling of the sweat on my body made me shiver, and my breath came and went in great whistles through my nostrils. The girl sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth, looking triumphantly right into my eyes. I looked back at her, realizing how much younger she was than me, certainly no more than nineteen or twenty. 

That made it even more humiliating. Was this the reason for my existence? To pleasure the boys, their friends, and the generations growing up right behind them? To be used and abused by men and women young and old? People of all ages can now look forward to satisfying their needs with, in, Laurie Vannes? Oh my; I'd found my calling as a sexual resource! 

What a thought that was. And I blamed myself. I had tried so hard to keep my distance and not participate in my own rape, again! But the aftershocks of my orgasm mocked my best efforts to prove that I wasn't their plump little slut. And the night was just beginning. What would they do to me next? How shamefully would I react when they did?

I just couldn't do anything right.

****** 

My orgasm had made an impression, especially on the brunette girl, who looked at me with mild awe. Ted had an intrigued smile. Bill simply said "Wow."

Turning to the girls, Ted remarked: "What did we say? This chick performs like a champ!" The girls voiced their agreement. 

"God, watching that! My prick's so hard it hurts!" said Bill.

"Mine too," said Ted. 

"We should do something about that," replied Bill. 

"And I think we all know what that is!" That came from the brunette, Little Miss Helpful, who I realized was quite drunk. I found myself dearly wishing our places were reversed, with her going through what I was experiencing while I cheered. She nudged the other girl with her elbow, and she joined her in chanting "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" 

The girls on the sidelines, the boys on the field. That's what it looked like as the boys huddled to see who would go first. It began with Bill, call me Bo. I saw no point in resisting anymore, so I lifted my hips a little to make it easier for him as he slipped his penis between my legs and entered me with one thrust.

Last time it had been a painful surprise when he sodomized me, and I was grateful that he satisfied himself this way. Being so short and square, it was comical watching him thrust while standing up straight between my legs, his hands on my thighs as his hips worked faster and faster, his eyes closed as he concentrated on his business. He grunted and his warm semen filled me. His face relaxed and he gave me a squinty smile as he backed away. Ted took his place, towering above me. As he positioned himself, he addressed the two girls.

"Fluff him," he said, and I wondered what that meant. But before I could find out he had lined his enormous penis up on my vagina. Holding it with his left hand, he began pushing it in. His penis was not just long but thick, and he stretched me so much inside that it hurt. His eyes took on that animal glare, which meant he wouldn't have slowed down even if I could have begged him to. He pulled back and thrust, then again, then again, faster and faster, and I could feel the tendons in my legs stretch as he pushed my body against the bonds around my knees. His huge testicles slapped against my anus as painfully as his penis had slapped against my vagina. This time his weight wasn't on top of me, but it was sure behind him as he pounded, just pounded my vagina, and I could feel the hot tip of his penis banging into my cervix. I kept my head lifted and watched him brace his arms on the bedpost so that he could thrust even harder, and in the mirror I could see the muscles in his rear bunching up.  

He knocked my breath out every time he slammed into me. To keep from being pushed back too far, my legs pulled on the bedposts, which resulted in me thrusting back at him. Dammit, more fun for the crowd to watch! He liked it, I could tell as he bared his teeth and thrust real deep, his penis pushing hard against my womb, then he grunted and groaned, and I could feel what seemed like gallons of hot semen filling me. His penis pulsed against the walls of my vagina and without the slightest warning my orgasm exploded. Things seemed to get dark as I groaned along with him. 

He leaned forward, his arms on the bed on either side of me, hot drops of sweat bouncing on my belly, his penis still throbbing deep inside me. The boys cheered and the girls circled their arms over their head, going "woo-woo-woo!" With the performance I had just given, I could understand why. My neck was getting sore; I laid my head back, relieved that there was only one left.

And it was nice that Frank wasn't rough with me. He took his time, his thrusts slow, gentle, and he stroked my body, circling my breasts and belly with his hands. Unlike the other two boys, he talked to me, soothing words of encouragement, which made me feel good. Watching him, there was something in his eyes I couldn't place, a distraction from what he was doing, and it took him a while to finish. 

But after he did, I was thunderstruck to see Bill there, again! Bill, with his erection pointing at me in recognition; it knew me well by now. I wondered how that was possible, then noticed the punk girl sucking on the tip of Ted's penis. It barely fit inside her mouth; did he find that tongue stud as diabolical a torture device as I had? Then Frank stepped in front of the brunette, who licked at his penis while softly whisking her hands around his testicles. So that's what fluffing was. While one boy had sex with me, the others had their erections stimulated by the girls so that when one was done, another would be ready. I could just see them all lined up, one after the other, waiting their turn to stick it into me. 

Oh, this was awful! And Good God, how long they could keep this up? Hours? All night? If the boys got too tired, would the girls take their turn, torturing me with their tongues until the boys were ready again? Would they get on the phone and invite more people over to rape me? Or some other perverted trick I hadn't even thought of? How much could I possibly take? Horrible, horrible thoughts, but I didn't dwell on them for long. Things got busy as the boys satisfied themselves in me for a second time. There was no way to disassociate myself from what was happening. Looking down my belly and into the mirror, I had to watch it all, my vagina glutted with an ever-thrusting penis. Bill then Ted then Frank, pumping their sperm into me. Underneath my bum I could feel a big wet spot forming. 

The two girls did their jobs well; the boys came back yet again. I must have reached the end of my strength; this third time they seemed to run together and become one big collective penis that never got tired, was never satisfied and never stopped. I humiliated myself with yet another orgasm and felt despair over my fate, wondering if any woman in history had ever endured this treatment. But I wasn't completely powerless; I had figured out what pleased who. With Bill, I'd flex the muscles inside my vagina and arch my back up so that his penis was gripped real tight when he thrust. With Ted, I had already learned to counter his immense size by pulling back on the bedposts with my legs, thrusting back to get him to ejaculate sooner. When it was Frank's turn, he'd run his hands over me and talk in a low whisper, telling me in a dirty voice what a hot little fuck I was and how good it felt, and I'd circle my hips a little bit and he would pinch my nipples real hard just before he was ready to ejaculate, and the groan I deliberately gave would excite him and he would pump and pump and pump.




Rape and Reflection



****** 

Frank gave his usual grunt of satisfaction, and pulled out of me. Exhausted, I waited for the fourth round, but it didn't happen. They were finally satiated? I had managed to outlast them? I noticed the bored expression on the girl's faces, and realized they were the ones who had broken first, tired of fluffing the boys. The boys realized it too, and Ted spoke up. "I think we've got her good and cock-whipped."

"Yeah," replied Bill, "and I'm all fucked out."

"Might as well wrap it up," said Frank. Everybody agreed, especially me, though nobody could hear it. My arms were tired from pulling on the handcuffs, which chafed at my wrists. My shoulders were sore, my legs were sore, my vagina was sore, and I was thirsty. While my tears dried on my cheeks, the boys got dressed and the girls gathered up their purses and the empty beer cans. They didn't hurry, but it didn't take long for all of them to dress, pack up and leave the room. 

I got worried. They had finished with me, but would they untie me? Last time the boys had dropped me off at work but what would they do now? They were in the living room; and from the sound of it were about to leave. I began to panic; I had read Gerald's Game by Stephen King, and became terribly frightened that they were going to leave me like this. It could be days before anybody checked in on me. 

It was such a relief when I heard Frank inquire if anybody had untied me. Somebody said they'd do it, and came back into the room. It was Ted, with a sly smile on his face. He kept an obvious ear cocked for the other people leaving while looking around the room. He spotted the narrow vase where the feathered pen had come from. He turned it upside down, emptied it, and then stood between my legs. He sneered down at me, the vase in his right hand. With his left he began spreading the lips of my vagina. He looked directly at me, his eyes cold. He was going to shove the vase up into me. I closed my eyes. This was going to hurt.

"Man, what the hell are you doing?"

It was Frank's voice, but I kept my eyes shut, waiting for Ted to finish his final violation of me. Instead I heard Frank and Ted yelling at each other, then heard some stuff fall from my dresser, then some wet smacks. They moved into my living room, and Bill and the girls joined in the ruckus. There were more sounds of struggle, so loud that I thought it might rouse my neighbors. A door slammed, silence. And then somebody came into the room. I peeked through my lids.

Frank's right eye was swollen and starting to turn blue, and there was blood on his lip. The stem of his glasses were broken. He was breathing hard and looking at the scratches on the knuckles of his right hand. Call me slow; it hit me only then that he had kept his promise and fought to keep Ted from hurting me.

He untied the stockings around my knees, and I was finally able to close my legs. He turned me over, took a nail file from my dresser and began digging them into the handcuffs until they opened. I brought my arms out from behind my back and sighed, my shoulders seeming to sing with relief. He undid the gag, and helped me into a sitting position on the bed.

He had a glass of water for me. I drank it; I was really thirsty. He looked at me. I was still naked, and self-consciously crossed one arm over my breasts and the other over my genitals. He smiled.

"Why?" I asked.

"He was going to hurt you. I wasn't going to let that happen."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Ted's been acting weird lately. I got worried when I saw him go in."

"No, why did you stop him?"

"Huh?"

I was surprised at his density, and spoke very distinctly. "Why did you stop him? Why not just let him do it?"

"I'm not like that!"

"Then what are you like?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't have any problem raping me. Twice!"

"Yeah."

"With your friends!"

"Yeah."

"So what are you like? How many other girls have you guys done this to?"

"Just you."

I was astonished. "Why me?"

He seemed embarrassed by the lameness of his reply. "I wanted to fuck you."

I shook my head. Judging by the quality of male attention I regularly get men never find me attractive. But after so many years of dreaming, it had finally happened. A man had found me irresistible. And what had happened next? Did take me to a movie? Buy me a ring? Charm me with sweet nothings? No, he had gang-raped me. Twice! A romantic fantasy come true! If you lived with the Huns. 

I shook my head again. At least I had my confirmation that Frank was the leader and the instigator of all of this, as I had always suspected, and I asked an obvious question.

"Why not just ask me out?"

"I dunno." I suppose I should've."

"With the right restaurant, I would have said yes!"

"I suppose". He then seemed curious. "You're not afraid of me?"

I laughed bitterly. "Why would I be afraid of you? What more could you possibly do?"

Instead of answering he paused, wanting to tell me something. "It began when we found your diary. I found your fantasies hot. I thought you had some good ideas."

Oh, it's all my fault? Time to engage in some accusation. "I remember my diary, and my fantasies had only one man in them. Why did you drag your friends in?"

"They found the diary with me."

"But it was still your idea? First stalking me, then raping me?"

"Not exactly. We talked about it and came to a consensus."

That didn't sound right, and I wasn't convinced. He was holding something back. "Whose idea was the flowers? The ones I got the first time?"

"That was all of us. Did you like them?"

"You and your friends gang-rape me, and you're asking if I liked the flowers?!"

"Yes."

Ok, I had to admit it. "Yes. Yes, I did. I keep one even now." 

That encouraged him to make admissions too. "You know, we never thought we'd see you again."

"Did you want to?"

"I did. I don't know about the other guys."

I was becoming more and more suspicious about how much of his story was "we" and how much "I", meaning him. Not wanting to miss my chance, I continued to indirectly interrogate him. "How did you find me?"

"I live in Manitowoc. I work here."

Learning more and more. "You saw me at work?"

"You have a friend, Carrie, I know her. She said she had a single friend, and showed me a picture. I recognized you right away."

Oh my word! "What did you tell her?"

"To bring you to Chewy's, and I'd meet you there."

The evening had been a setup?! "Did she know what you had planned?"

"I'm sure she didn't. I'm expecting her to ask why I didn't show up."

"Why didn't you?"

"Actually, I did. Came in just in time to see that guy throw that dart into your ass. Ducked right out, made a quick plan with other guys, and jumped into your car."

"How did you know it was my car?"

"When Carrie told me you were in town, I looked you up in the phone book. Drove past your place a couple of times, watched you."

"You mean stalked me."

He shrugged. "Hey, I'm good at it." 

"From all the practice I gave you the first time. Why try to see me at all?"

"I wanted you again. I wanted to figure out the best way to do it."

Oh God forgive me, I found that flattering. "You mean you desired me, and then went after what you wanted? Didn't bother asking, just took? "

"Yeah."

"Me?"

"Yeah."

More flattery where I should have felt outrage. "But how did the other guys get involved?"

"One lives in Madison; the other in Green Bay. I gave them a call." 

"You gave them a call. Got on the phone and told them that the fat girl you gang-banged in Eau Claire was now in Manitowoc and ready for more, so come on down and bring your girlfriends?"

"I didn't tell them to bring their girlfriends."

"But they did anyway, and you didn't object. And how old is that one girl?"

"That's Cassie, Ted's girlfriend. She's twenty."

"She's drinking underage."

He shrugged. "It's Wisconsin. I drank underage. Didn't you?"

I had, but I wasn't going to let him distract me by changing the subject. "My point is, you couldn't just do it yourself. You had to go and get the whole gang together." 

His face fell; he clearly wasn't proud of that part. "I'm sorry…"

"No!!!" My shout made the glass on the dresser vibrate. 

"What?"

"Don't you dare apologize to me!"

"But…"

"But nothing mister, either you meant it, or you didn't! Either you wanted to have sex with me, or you didn't!"

"What are you saying?"

"You remember when you called me the hottest fuck in Eau Claire? Gave me an award as a cock-sucker first class?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So don't make me an object of your pity! I will not be an object of pity! I will not be an object of ridicule either, like with those jerks tonight!"

"Huh?"

"You were there, you saw it! I will not be the object of a joke like that! Never again!"

"Then what do you want?"

"Fuck me, suck me, do whatever you want to me, but do it because you want to do it with me! To me! If you're going to just use me for your own gratification, do it because you find it gratifying! Don't do it to get a laugh at the expense of the fat chick, do it because I'm your fucktoy, like you said the first time! If you're going to objectify me like that, make me an object of your lust, not your laughter! I will not be a joke! And if you do satisfy your lust for me, in me, don't you ever, ever dare apologize for it! I won't stand for it!"

"Oh." 

"Oh? That's all, oh? Do you even understand what I'm trying to say?"

He was suddenly confident. "I think I do."

 "What then?"

"It's like what Anais Nin said."

"Who?"

"I majored in English. I teach English now. Anais Nin was a writer during the thirties and forties. Had a great quote on what you're trying to say."

"What did he say?"

"She. And what she said was…" He closed his eyes to remember. "She said: Femaleness with honor does not demand pity from men. Pity dilutes the blood."

I was impressed. Both with the quote and his literacy. He was an English teacher? I was learning so much about him, more than I ever had about any boy, and began to see him in a new light. I chuckled when I realized that I had objectified him as the brute who had raped me in the same way he had objectified me as his fucktoy. There was obviously much more to us than that. Is this what it meant to be part of a couple? Constantly finding new things to explore not just in your mate, but unsuspected things in yourself as well? I began to get excited; this could be fun. 

I had another exciting thought. Could it be, in my own way, I was successfully seducing a guy as cute as Frank? I thought more about that quote, and realized three implications. First, if he had shown pity to me, I would have refused to do the things he had forced me to do, things that had given me so much pleasure. A man with pity-diluted blood just isn't as sexy as a young jock blind with horniness, something I'd never thought of. Second, it hadn't just been pity sex, something I would have found insulting beyond words. The third implication demanded a question.

"So pity dilutes the blood. Is that why you decided to show no pity to me?"

A shy smile. "Yeah. When I read your diary, it was the first thing I thought of. Then when we – I – drove by your house in Eau Claire and saw you for the first time, I knew I just had to do it."

"With your friends."

"That's what I was going to apologize for. You're right. I should have just done it alone, especially this time."

I knew it! The first version of his story wasn't true. "So how did they really get involved? The first time?"

"After we found your diary – like I said, we watched your house and checked you out. Told them that I wanted you, and next thing I knew, they invited themselves along."

"And when you first saw me, what exactly did you say to them?"

He took a breath. "I told the other guys I wouldn't be able to die a happy man until I'd fucked you into a coma."

I still wasn't buying his story on how this had begun, but now I didn't care. Nothing any boy had ever said had ever gotten me so excited so quickly. Without saying another word, I "pulled a Frank" and just went after what I wanted. Now I surprised him as I threw myself naked into his lap, kissed his mouth, his face, his hands. Whispered in his ear how big and strong and sexy he was, how nice he smelled, how he was my hero for saving me that night, how much I enjoyed being fucked by him, and I used that word. I begged him to pull his pants down, pleaded for permission to taste his penis, and then got down between his legs, the carpet chafing my knees raw, his hands painfully pulling my hair as I frantically licked and sucked and nibbled until he exploded in my mouth. 

His gratified moans reaffirmed the rank he had promoted me to four years earlier. Cocksucker, First Class. If there was a badge for that I'd proudly wear it. 

Afterwards, he rubbed lotion into the chafe burns and abrasions on my wrists and ankles. Massaged my aching shoulders, and kissed my sore pussy – I was finally comfortable calling it that – until it felt better. We cuddled; fell asleep in each other's arms. Next morning, before he left for work (I called in sick), he asked me out. 

Yes I said yes!

****** 

Back in my bedroom, I thought again about the absence of pity and a woman's honor. That was so true. If Frank had continued to apologize to me, I would have thrown him out and demanded that he not come back until he was good and ready to stop feeling sorry about having sex with me. The idea of that was just so insulting, such an act of contempt. I wanted him bragging about his fucktoy. 

Frank had pitilessly made an honorable woman out of me. One final look in the mirror; I stood up straight, lifted my chin as I reflected on what had happened. Was I appalled that my first boyfriend in ten years was the boy who had arranged my gang rape? No. I could have done worse. Who was I supposed to date, Rick? Spending my evenings getting drunk in a dive while getting darts in my behind? Frank was cute, athletic, educated, in fact cultured, had a good job and a nice car, and was consumed with lust for me. 

While the price had been to become twisted in a way I had never imagined possible, the reward was to get what I had always wanted, a boyfriend who dearly wanted me. Who paid attention to me. Who cared about me. And as the doorbell rang and Frank showed up with roses, one thought kept me going the entire night, from our evening at the country club to the rough, satisfying sex that followed.

It was all about little ol' me.



Rape And Roses



My Diary Told Them All They Needed To Know

The roses faded. When I got them, they were bright and dewy and fragrant. They were in a vase on my dresser for as long as they lasted, with water and that nutrient you put in to keep them fresh. My housemates demanded to know who would send me roses, and no less than thirty-six of them, but I would not tell them. They will never know. I wouldn’t know how to tell them. The roses kept as long as they could, then faded, and lost their color, and drooped in discouragement, and became a shadow of what they had been. 

I was afraid that the memory of how I got them would also wilt away, and I didn’t want that to happen. So I put one in my diary, the diary that was the cause of it all, and pressed it between the cover and the first page, where it still is, brown and cracked. And now, whenever I begin to think that maybe I only imagined the whole thing, I can look at that rose, and know it was real. I wish the boys who gave them to me would come back, and give me roses again. 

I feel so guilty, even ashamed, but I can’t help it. The pleasure I got out of what I call the “event” was just so deep, and intense, and satisfying. I often look at that rose and begin reliving that whole day again, with my hand in my pants, playing with myself, not only because it feels good but because once, they ordered me to.

Late April in Eau Claire, and a drizzly, warm spring day. 3:00 on a Friday afternoon, and my last class at the Chippewa Valley Technical College is over. I’m studying to be a medical transcriptionist, which I don’t like, but I know it will be a steady job, which I really need. After high school I took all sorts of jobs, but didn’t think of a career because silly girl that I was, all I wanted to do was get married. I had expected that to happen quickly, even after my high school boyfriend left for college and never really talked to me again. 

It didn’t happen quickly, or at all. I drifted for four whole years, wondering when my life was going to start. When I turned twenty-two, it hit me that I had to do something. College I didn’t feel confident about, and I didn’t want to spend four years in school, especially now that a lot of people I’d known in high school were already graduating. And getting married, grrr. Vo-Tech school seemed the best option.

I walk over the Clairemont Avenue footbridge and onto the University of Wisconsin campus. Past the Phy Ed building, past the big Towers dorms and Hilltop Center, and down the long, steep hill to the lower campus. More dorms here and a crowd of students, going this way and that, looking so young. The youngest of them would have been in 8th grade when I graduated. There are girls in groups, giggling and talking, boys with insolent looks as they strut in pairs. 

And couples. Couples, like a boy and a girl walking arm in arm, or with their hands in each other’s pockets, or kissing, or hugging. It’s hard for me to look at couples, because I want to be part of a couple, and it hurts. 

I cross the footbridge over the Chippewa River, now in spring flood, and the water is just raging. I get scared on that footbridge, with those swift rapids underneath, but it’s the quickest way home. Past the Fine Arts Building, and there are boys on the lawns around it. Throwing footballs, tossing Frisbees. Even in the drizzle, it’s warm enough that they’re wearing shorts and have their shirts off, or are wearing sleeveless tops, and I stop and sit on one of the benches. I pretend to dig through my knapsack while secretly watching them and the girls sitting nearby, their girlfriends probably, who are also watching them.

I watch the boys because I like watching boys, especially with their shirts off. Their muscles working, the way their shoulders are so broad and form a V down their backs, their hairy legs, and when they have long hair, the way it flies around, damp from the drizzle. They jump, and they fall and they run fast, and their firm stomachs and tight butts flex, and I wish that one of them was my boyfriend, so that after he was done playing I could run up to him and he’d hug me, and I could feel him and smell him and kiss him and he’d be so strong, and he’d laugh and call my name. 

Like some of the guys were doing with some of the girls as I watched. And that makes me sad, so I get up and continued the long walk home, along Water Street and then up Sixth Avenue.

Two motorcycles roar by, each with a guy driving and a girl sitting behind him, her arms wrapped around him for dear life, laughing and screaming in excitement. They are having fun. I want to have fun like that. I want to, but I never do, because to do so, I’d have to talk to boys like that, and I’m scared. If I did talk to them they’d find out how insecure I really am, they would see through me. I walk about all day like I don’t care, but they would discover that I do care, about what people think of me, and the way they see me, and what I look like and I don't want them to know that.

If I actually talked to one of those boys, those cute, adventurous boys, who seem to go through life without a care, getting away with anything, doing everything I wanted to do without anybody blaming them, or criticizing them, I’d probably say something stupid, and they’d notice how my butt was really, really fat, and my boobs small, and that I wasn’t pretty, and they’d walk away and have nothing to do with me. And that would hurt too much. So when I see them in a group, I cross the street so I don’t have to pass by them, and I don’t go to the student cafeteria, or anywhere else I might find myself next to them. 

I avoid them, and at the same time I want be around them. And that makes me mad. Not just at me but at them too, because they could make the effort to approach me! Would that really kill them? I'd like that to happen at least once! 

That’s what I’m thinking about as I come to the house on the corner of Sixth and Niagara that I share with two other girls. 

It had been important for me to leave home. Not only because my mom and my sister lived on the other side of town, which would have meant driving to school, but also because I had wanted to change my life, and that meant moving out. I’d answered an ad for a roommate, and moved in with Jodell and Mickey, two girls from Rhinelander who were juniors at the university. 

They were nice, and I liked them, but I’ve never been good at making friends, and I think they had given up on me. One time, they’d taken me to a party, a kegger in a house by the tracks on Charles Street, and under one yellow bulb I watched as everybody got drunk, and laughed, and joked, and went into the back yard to throw up, and they were all so much younger than me, and I felt so out of place and none of the boys were talking to me, so I left early, and never went with them again. 

They’d go to school, I’d go to school, and we would see very little of each other, even on weekends when they would have boys over for fun before heading out to the bars on Water Street, because I’d be at my job as a cashier at the mall. 

I walk up the porch and to the door. We rarely lock it, it’s a very safe neighborhood. Just about every house around me is rented out to students. I go in, thinking about all the people having fun back at the university, feeling alone, unwanted, unattractive and unappreciated, just like any other day. 

The house is two stories, but quite small, typical of the old workers cottages in that part of town. Downstairs, a living room, kitchen, and Mickey’s room, upstairs the bathroom, Jodell’s room and mine. Jodell’s bike, chained to the radiator. Some dishes in the sink, a few pieces of furniture. Jodell’s weird lava lamp, which I don’t like, doing its thing on top of the TV set. Everything just as I had left it that morning. 

Except for the boy sitting on the sofa, with a newspaper in his hand, smiling at me. He had not been there that morning.

“Hello, Laurie”. 

I did not have a clue who he was, and he addressed me by name.

“Who are you?”

“You can call me Frank.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Door was unlocked.”

I stood there, not sure what to say next. I wasn’t scared, just confused. I looked at, um...Frank. About five feet ten inches tall, one hundred sixty pounds. Thick brown hair, very curly. Thick glasses too. Very well muscled, wearing jeans, and a tight t-shirt. Blue eyes, about nineteen? Twenty? He was cute, but what was he doing there? A friend of Jodell? Mickey? 

Before I could ask, he put the paper down.

“Meet the rest of us” he said. 

I hadn’t closed the door, and heard it slam behind me. 

“I’m Ted. ” said another voice. 

I turned around. Another boy was there, locking the door behind me, and he was big! Really, really big! I'm five foot seven, but I found myself staring at his chest, for he was at least six foot six, two hundred fifty pounds, maybe more. Again with jeans and a tight t-shirt, straining around his enormous chest, his six-pack tummy outlined perfectly through the fabric. Long dirty blonde hair in a mullet, brown eyes, also about twenty years old. He smiled down at me, and I noticed there was a gap between his teeth. 

“What’s that?” I asked, stupidly.

“That is Ted” said Frank. He stood up. 

From upstairs came another voice: “All set up!”

I looked at Frank, puzzled. 

“That’s Bill”. 

The voice yelled again; “But you can call me Bo”. 

I stood there.

Frank came up to me. 

“We haven’t got much time. You have to be at work at 4:30, right?”

Who IS this guy? 

“How did you know that?” I snapped. “What do you want? Who are all of you? What’s going on?”

Frank peered at me through his glasses.

“Yes, 4:30. If we get started now, that gives us just enough time. Laurie, do you know what a fireman’s chair is?”

“What?”

“A fireman’s chair. Firemen use it.”

“What’s this got to do with firemen?”

Frank caught Ted’s eye. 

“Easier just to show her.” said Ted.

And with that, Ted, from behind me, hooked my right arm while Frank, moving fast, hooked the left. They bent over, put their other arms behind my knees, and pushed. As I started to fall, they grabbed each other’s wrist and lifted me off the ground. I was in a sort of cradle, and while I weigh at least 160 lbs, they had no trouble holding me off the ground.

“HEY!” I yelled. 

But before I could get out another word, they started carrying me towards the stairs. My arms were bound up in theirs and tangled in my knapsack straps, so I couldn’t hit them like I wanted to, and with so much of my weight resting just behind my knees, I couldn’t kick either. 

They were actually half-running as they pounded up the stairs, turned right and went into my room. I heard the door shut as they set me down on my feet. 

They unhooked my arms, but held me by my wrists. From behind, the third guy roughly pulled my knapsack down my arms, and twisted my arms as he pulled it off. It hurt, and I yelled. I tried to pull away, but they were really strong. 

“Sweet.” said the third voice. 

Turning, I saw Bill, call me Bo, for the first time. He was short for a guy, about five feet, four inches tall, but also about five feet four inches wide. Short blond hair, sharp nose and again jeans and a tight t-shirt, this one with a big Japanese flag on it. All sorts of muscles on his beer-barrel build, these guys must all be jocks or something. He stared at me with blue eyes, and licked his lips. I looked around...

Oh my! Whatever had they done to my room? All the furniture had been moved to one side. The Venetian blinds were down, but still let in plenty of light. The big full-length mirror that belonged to Micky was in here, and in the middle of the room, they had placed my bed, stripped of quilt and covers, only the comforter left. There was a metal toolbox on the bed, along with a book with a red cover. 

I gawked for a bit, and then they moved around me, surrounding me. I could smell them. Aftershave. Soap. A little bit of sweat. The smell of boys. They looked at me, and then Ted spoke, not to me, but to Frank.

“Yeah, I'll do her.”

“Me too.” replied Frank. 

“Which part of her you want?”

“We’ll treat her to the full routine, that way nobody takes sloppy seconds on anything.”

For the first time that afternoon, I got a dark feeling in my gut. They weren’t just looking at me, they were leering at me, their eyes traveling from the tips of my toes on up, looking at me in a way I wasn’t used to. Ted was staring at my bust, and that made me feel uncomfortable. 

“Look,” I said, “I need to know, who are you guys, and what are you doing here?”

Frank chuckled. “Good question.”

He took me by one arm, and motioned to Ted to take the other. They roughly sat me down on the edge of the bed, with Frank to my left, Ted to my right, and Bill standing in front of me. 

“Why do you think we’re here?”

What did they expect me to say? “I don’t know.” 

Frank handed me the book with the red cover. It looked familiar. 

“Open it.”

I did. Looked inside, noticed my own handwriting. Looked at the inside cover, and saw printed, in red magic marker;

Laurie Vannes, Memorial High School. 

It was my diary. My dairy, that I had started just before I graduated at eighteen, and kept until I was twenty-one, when I had moved out of the house. I looked in the back. The last entry dated from nine months ago. Yes, my old diary.

“Where did you get this?” I asked. 

“Found it.” said Frank. 

“Where?” I demanded.

“In a box, on the sidewalk, along with some other stuff.”

That meant they would have found it a month ago. We had had a housecleaning party, and I had cleaned out my room, put all sorts of stuff in a box, and put it out by the garbage. All sorts of stuff I didn’t want anymore. Like my diary. 

They had found my diary, in a box, placed outside with the trash, and picked it up and read it. There had been some really personal stuff in there. Along with my full name, address, phone number, friends, family...

“You read my diary?”

“Yes.” This time it was Ted who spoke up. “And that’s why we’re here.” 

“Because of this?"

Frank took the diary, flipped through the pages, and stopped. 

“Read this part", he said. "It explains everything.” 

I looked at the page. The entry was from two and a half years ago, when I was nineteen. I began to read it.

“Aloud,” said Frank. “Read it aloud.”

I was about to say no, but there was an edge of command in his voice. So I took a breath, and began reading the entry to them. As I read, and I realized what I had written, and what they (boys!) had read about me, about my most secret thoughts, my stomach began to feel queasy. 

“December 14. Today, I went to work, and came home. That’s all. No phone messages. Mom and Paulette are at her school, and won’t be back until really late, so I’ve got the whole place to myself, nobody to talk to and nothing to do. It’s so quiet, and that scares me. I wish I had a boyfriend. And not just for the company, if you know what I mean. I hate being single. Sometimes I hear a creak, and I imagine that it might be somebody in the house. I open my bedroom door to see who it is, and all of sudden a shadowy figure grabs me, and drags me back in. Right away he starts taking my clothes off. I beg him to stop, but once he sees me with all my clothes off, he gets really excited, and when he takes his pants off, his penis is erect, and really big. He holds me down on the bed, and starts pushing his penis into me. I beg him to stop, but he tells me he’s going to do it whether I like it or not, and then he’s in me, and it starts to feel really good. I think about something like that a lot. I feel guilty about it, but I like the idea that a boy is so excited by me, and just wants me so bad, that he can’t stop himself. I want to be dominated. I mean, I know I’m supposed to be all self-sufficient and everything, and wait to be married, but every time I think about this, I always get excited. I wonder if my fantasies are normal, because I’d actually really like something like this to happen. No, I don’t, I didn’t mean that. Or did I?” 

I looked up them. They looked at me. 

“Now do you know why we’re here?” Frank asked.

I shook my head no.

“We have to spell it out?”

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“Ok.” said Frank, who took the diary from me and handed it to Bill. He held my right hand, while Ted held my left. 

“Laurie – it’s right there in your diary. You gave us this idea, and we thought it was a good one.”

I looked at him.

“Laurie, we’re here to rape you.”

I got a funny taste in my mouth. Like aluminum foil. 

“First we’re going to strip you naked. Then, one after the other, all three of us are going to fuck your brains out.”

It really didn't register at first.

“No way.” 

Ted gently stroked my hand. 

“Oh yes. It’s a great idea, and we are going to rape you.”

I still couldn’t believe it. “Why?”

“After we read the diary, we checked you out. Decided it was a good idea”.

“Checked me out?”

“We’ve been watching you for about a week,” Bill said. “That’s how we knew you’d be home, alone, right about now.” 

“Watching me?” I tried to think. Had there been strange cars parked outside? Somebody at the corner? I couldn’t remember.

“We watched you a lot Laurie,” said Ted. “Got a charge out of that big plump ass of yours.”

“Perky little tits.” said Bill.

“Thick blonde hair,” Said Frank. “Has it always been this short?”

“No, it used to be really long…listen, I need...”

“Is it blonde all over your body?”

“What?”

“Never mind, we’ll find out.” They stood up, and made me stand too. I wasn't sure what would happened next, but I was scared, and I wanted them to go away, I wanted them to STOP and just go away. But they weren't going to go away, they were going to...to me...this was really going to happen...

This was really going to happen! “But I didn’t mean it!” I started sobbing. “Really, I didn’t mean it. I was just, I mean, I was lonely, and it was fantasy, I didn't really want it to happen, I...”

“Laurie!” 

I looked at Frank, sniffling now, the tears hot on my face. 

“Start taking your clothes off.”

Oh my.

“But I, I...”

I couldn't think of anything more to say. 

“Laurie.” Frank's tone had changed. “Do you know what we’re going to do if you don’t take off your clothes?” 

I shook my head.

“We’re going to just rip your clothes off, and that will hurt. Hurt a lot. You don’t want to be hurt, right?” 

I nodded. 

“There are three of us, and we are a lot bigger than you. Nobody wants to hurt you, but you have to start taking your clothes off. Just nod that you understand me.” 

I did. 

“We’ll give you a little help. Reach down, and take your shoes and socks off.” 

I hesitated, he moved closer to me. They all did. And they were LOTS bigger than me.

“Okay, okay!” I held up a hand to stop him. I didn’t want him to hurt me. I was afraid, so afraid...so I did what they told me to do. I bent over, and began untying my boots.

“Faster”, he ordered.

I did move faster, first the right boot, then the left. They took them from me as they came off, along with my socks, and placed them in a corner. They all looked at me, their eyes bright. 

“Now the pants.” 

My hands were shaking, and I fumbled with the belt, the button, the zipper. I pulled my black slacks down one leg, then the other, stepped out of them. Bill, call me Bo took them, and threw them in the corner. 

“They’re laughing at my big fat thighs,” I thought. Actually, they weren’t, but that’s what I thought at the time. I felt so ashamed, standing there in just my white blouse and white panties. 

“Don’t stop now Laurie,” said Frank. “Get your top off.”

I unbuttoned the sleeves, then the front. Slipped it back over my shoulders, and handed it to Bill. Frank gave me a look, and I understood. I reached behind, unbuckled my bra, slipped it forward over my shoulders. I kept my breasts hidden with one hand while I handed the bra to Bill, and looked down at the floor, real hard, wishing I could just sink into it.




Rape And Roses



“Put your hands on top of your head.” 

I caught my breath, steeled myself and brought them up. I looked at them as they looked at my breasts. Scared or not, I was curious about their reaction. Their breathing sounded faster.

“Small tits.” said Ted. 

(That hurt!)

“Small,” replied Bill, “But suckable.”

Frank didn’t say anything. He walked up to me. Stood real close, brought a hand up to my left breast, and began gently rubbing his knuckles over the nipple. I sucked in air, and brought my hands down to push it away, but he ordered me to keep them on my head, and I did. He brushed both nipples with his knuckles, then gently took them between his fingers, and rolled them.

“Her nips are getting hard.” 

They were. The other boys chuckled, embarrassing me, but I couldn’t help it. It was such a pleasant sensation, and I squirmed a little. He played with them, and pulled them. He began pinching both of them, first gently, then harder, then real hard, and I moaned. 

The boys grinned, and I felt my face getting hot. Frank stepped back. I was very aware of my nipples even without his fingers on them, they still tingled. Frank ordered me to turn around.

“Take your panties off. Bend over as you do so, so we can see your boobs hang down.”

I SO didn’t want to do that. It was so humiliating, taking off all my clothes while three boys watched me. I was shaking furiously as I slipped my thumbs into my panties. I leaned over and brought them down to my knees, then my ankles, stepped out first with the right foot, then the left. I stood up straight, trembling all over. One of the boys took my panties from my hand. 

“That is one big ass!” Said Bill.

I cried. I know it's big, I can't help it, and he didn’t have to say so out loud like that, in such a dirty voice! I felt Frank’s finger on the back of my neck, gently stroking the nape. 

“Don’t worry. We like it. Big soft ass like that, boys like that. You understand that, right?” 

I nodded.

“Now, turn around.”

I did, one arm covering my breasts, the other my genitals. 

“Hands on top of your head.”

Now they could see everything. I had never been naked in front of a boy before, and here were three of them, fully clothed, circling around me like sharks, and I knew what they wanted to do to me. I'd never known embarrassment like this, and I was sure they were going to say something awful, but they just kept looking at me.

“Your skin is so clear.” said Ted.

“Such a tiny little pussy,” said Frank. “Not much hair, but she is a natural blonde.”

“Eminently fuckable.” said Bill. 

They looked at each other, then back at me, and all exclaimed at once.

“You’re hot!”

I looked down at my feet. 

“No, I’m not.” I muttered.

Frank took my hands. 

“Come here,” said Frank. They led me over to the full-length mirror. “Look into it.”

“No.”

I yelped as my rear end burst into pain. Ted, the really big guy, had slapped my rear with his hand. 

“He said look.”

It wasn't difficult to figure out how rough they could get, and I cannot stand even the tiniest amount of pain. So I looked up into the mirror, and I saw myself in it, with no clothes on. My short, fat legs, my small little breasts. I thought my belly was ok, but my rear end stuck out on both sides of my hips. Whenever I look into a mirror, all I can think of is “ugh!”. I hate my body.

“Why are you making me do this?”

“Just play along.” replied Frank. “Look at us, looking at you.”

I did. All three of the boys were looking into the mirror along with me, their eyes running up and down my body. If you can imagine that eyes have fingers and can touch you, that's exactly how it felt. 

Frank spoke up again. “Try to look at yourself the same way we’re looking at you.”

I tried. I’d grown used to my own features, and my way of thinking about them. But now, with Frank’s prodding, I began to see what he meant. It was if I could see myself through their eyes. I shifted back and forth between them and me in the mirror, looking where they were looking, and noticed how they were admiring my nipples, pink and hard from being pinched. And how clear and white my skin was. Ted began stroking my earlobe from behind, and I could see myself react, and see how they noticed my reaction. They all began stroking me, my sides, my belly. Their hands were really warm. 

That felt good. They could be gentle when they wanted to be. 

It was odd, but looking at them looking at me, I had become someone new to myself. I examined my eyes, my mouth, my curves, as if I was seeing them for the first time. My naked body was exciting to these boys, and yes, that was also exciting to me. I tried not to show that. 

“Would you at least admit we think you’re pretty?” murmured Ted.

I nodded yes, and continued to watch them watching me. I began to feel a little lost in the sight.

“Foul temptress!” said Bill. “You just don't show us poor boys any mercy, do you? You know how horny you're making us?” 

I thought he was serious. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it...”

“Sorry isn't good enough. We have to do something about that, and right now. Don’t you think?”

I nodded again, wondering what he meant. They led me away from the mirror to the bed. They told me to get up on it, and I did, and they forced me to kneel, sitting back on my heels like a geisha girl. Frank pulled up a chair, Ted and Bill sat on a trunk that they pulled out of the closet. Their eyes still felt white-hot on my skin. How can that be? Ted leafed through my diary, opened it to a page, and handed it to me.

“Read that page” he commanded.

I did. It was one of my first entries, from my last year in high school.

“March 17, St. Patrick’s Day. Today, I actually had a date for once. Ron is nice, and we did something daring, we snuck into the The Joynt with his fake ID, though I don’t like to drink, and the crowds there are so large that I feel claustrophobic, and you can't really talk there because it’s so loud. Then we went back to his place, which is on Farwell. He kissed me, we made out for a bit, and it was nice, but that was all. I wish I could have figured out how to get him to go further with me, because it actually got me quite aroused. He took me home early, and I've been thinking a lot about him. He felt good in my arms, and when he kissed me, I could feel the bulge in his pants, so I’m thinking he got aroused too. That was exciting, and I masturbated before bed thinking about that. It felt good.” 

They had read about me masturbating! I’d completely forgot I’d put that in there. My whole body burned with the blushing. The diary trembled in my hands, but I continued reading...

“I wondering if I masturbate more than most girls, since I seem to do it like, every night, and sometimes just when I get home too, if my mom and sister aren’t around. I like doing it on my bed, with my pillow between my legs. It feels really good. I don’t know if other girls do it like that. One of my favorite things is to imagine watching a boy masturbate, which I’ve never seen, but I’d like to. Sometimes, I imagine we masturbate together, and that's really arousing.” 

Frank stopped me, and took the diary away. Ted handed me one of my pillows, the big one. 

“We want to watch.” said Bill. 

Watch. They meant...they couldn't!

“What you wrote in the diary. We want to watch you masturbate. With the pillow, and everything.”

“No!”

“Laurie…”

“No, I’m not going to do that! I can’t”

Frank gave me a stern look. “Laurie, we weren’t asking.”

“I can’t do that, I just can’t!” I sobbed as I said that, hoping they’d leave me alone.

The boys looked at each other. “Time to lay down the law?” said Ted. The others nodded.

Ted, the huge guy, grabbed my wrists, and pulled me forward, his hands like iron cuffs. He was so strong. Bill took a suitcase out of my closet and put it under my belly so that I was bent over it, then sat on the bed behind me and held onto my heels. Frank pulled his belt off. 

“How many do you think we should give her?” he said.

“Twenty-four.” said Ted.

“Too many.” replied Frank.

“Twelve?” suggested Bill.

“Twelve it is.” 

I had a good idea what was coming, and was scared. I was afraid of the pain, and with the suitcase stuffed under my belly, my butt was sticking out right at them. Dammit, Frank again commented on how big it was! I pleaded with them.

“Please don’t,...”

But they did. WHACK! The belt came right down across my bottom. It HURT! 

“Nice…” said Frank.

WHACK! WHACK! He kept hitting me with the belt, and my rear end began to burn really bad. I closed my eyes, feeling the sting of the belt, hearing the boys giggle and make jokes about how my butt was jiggling. I couldn’t take it any more, and I began begging. 

“Stop! Please stop! I’ll do it! I’ll do anything you say, just please, please stop!”

“Indeed you will,” said Frank. “Right after I finish three more strokes.”

He wouldn’t stop. I gritted my teeth, and let out little squeaks as he hit my butt three more times with the belt. The other boys let go of me, and I put my hands on my rear end, rubbing it, trying to find some way to make the burning go away.

“That hurt!”

“I bet it did.” said Frank. “But I’m glad I got a chance to do it.”

The other two boys joined in with all sorts of dirty comments, like "Woah! Shook like jello!”, and “We could have gotten it to glow in the dark!” 

Pigs. What a bunch of dirty pigs. I tried to think of how much I hated them, how what they were doing was wrong, Wrong!, that they had no right to be doing this to me!

But feeling my bottom burn, I found myself thinking of the enormous strength they had. And how they outnumbered me. And how I was totally naked, and vulnerable, while they had all their clothes on, and they could do whatever they wanted to me. The power they had over me. It was humiliating. But it was also...also...

I couldn't think of a word for what I was feeling. It was new to me. And it wasn't a bad feeling.

They took the suitcase away. 

“Now, like we said.” said Frank. “Just like you usually do it. With the pillow, and everything.”

So I had to play with myself while they watched, my stinging rear reminding me of what they would do if I didn’t. I usually do it on my belly, but I was afraid to have my butt sticking out at them, they might want to slap it again, so I scooted up to the head of the bed, laying down on my back. They handed me the pillow again, and I wrapped my legs around it, crossed my ankles, and gave it a good squeeze between my thighs. My genitals were fully exposed, and I supposed that that was what they wanted. 

I’d never even thought of having a boy watch me play with myself, and the fact that they were forcing me to do it…again, there was that odd feeling, which I couldn't totally suppress. They sat at various points around the bed to get a close look as I squeezed the pillow harder, and brought my hands down to my genitals and began lightly stroking them.

“We didn’t even have to tell her this time.” said Ted.

“Little slut’s starting to get into it.” replied Bill.

Their words were like fire, but I continued stroking myself. It did feel good.

“Spread your pussy lips Laurie.” said Frank.

I did. 

“She’s getting wet!” said Bill. 

“Look how big her clit is getting!” said Ted. 

I could feel it getting harder too. Could feel that “empty” feeling deep inside me, and the throbbing, and their eyes burning into me, taking it all in. Oh my - what they were making me feel! I wondered if I gave them a good show, maybe they would just go and leave me alone. Part of me hoped for that. Part of me...

“Just get into it Laurie.” said Frank, his voice soft, and soothing. “We like this. Don’t be afraid honey, just let it happen.”

He stroked my hair. His words, his tone of voice, were reassuring. He looked at the other boys, whose manner had also changed. The threatening tones and looks were gone, and in their place - how can I describe it? Wonderment? Fascination? Over ME? They were whispering to me how much they liked watching this, and how pretty I was, and it was all very comforting. 

I wasn’t so scared any more, so the good feelings got stronger. I began stroking myself with two fingers right where it always got so hard, and felt so good, and squeezed the pillow between my legs, the way I always did when I was alone, and this time I wasn’t. 

“This is so great!” said Bill.

I could hear their breathing getting deeper, faster, just like mine. It felt so good, with my left hand holding my genitals open, and two wet fingers rubbing my hard spot. The good feelings got intense. This was the part where I usually closed my eyes, and imagined that I had a cute boy with me, doing all sorts of things to me. 

I didn’t have to close my eyes this time. There were three cute boys now, and unlike my imagination, this was real. I'm actually a sucker for any kind of attention, and the thought that they wanted to watch me doing this and the fact that they were – oh jeez. My hips began to move, they always do, I can’t help it, anymore than I could help the sounds I was beginning to make. Felt good. So good.

They continued to encourage me. I continued to play with myself. I kept playing and rubbing and stroking until I had an orgasm, moaning, my hips wiggling and thrusting up, while the boys watched the whole thing.

It was embarrassing. It was humiliating. It was wonderful.

I lay there, feeling weak, my skin starting to feel cool as the thin layer of sweat I’d worked up began to evaporate. I felt their hands on me. They were gentle.

They pulled me up into a sitting position. 

“Marvelous!” said Frank. “I knew you could do it.”

“Bravo!” said Bill.

“Felt good, didn't it?” said Ted. 

I nodded.

They watched me for a bit, until my breathing slowed down a little, then Frank handed me the diary again. “Read this page,” he said.

It was a very early entry. I was still shaken from playing with myself in front of them, I was still breathing hard, so my voice quivered as I read.

“I overheard Lisa and Patty talking about Richard and some of the other boys on the wrestling team. They were goofing around in the locker room, and they noticed Patty and Lisa in the hallway, so they all jumped out of the locker room into the hallway naked, and wiggled their penises at the girls, then jumped back into the locker room. Lisa was saying how gross it was, but I wish I’d been there to see that. I’d like to see the boys naked, especially Richard, he’s got that cute tummy with all those muscles. And I’d like to see their penises too. Boy, I’d better not let that get out. I am always taking peeks at the bulges in their pants, and once I was looking at Richard, and it was like he had an erection, and you could see the whole outline of his penis through his pants, and I got really aroused by that. But I’m not telling Lisa THAT, it would be all over school tomorrow!”

Now Bill was stroking my earlobes. All the boys had figured out how sensitive they were. “So you like to look at dicks?”

I had no choice but to admit it. “Yes”

“Then watch this.”

All three of the boys stood in front of me, big grins on their faces. First they took off their shoes and socks. Then they took off their shirts. They had such strong builds! Six-pack abs, big biceps. Ted had lots of hair on his chest and belly. Then they took their jeans off, and I noted all three of them wore boxers.

Then they took their boxers off, and stood in front of me naked.

Oh God, they were beautiful. 

I stared at their penises. I never thought I’d see so many penises, presented for my inspection. All of them were semi-erect. Frank’s was dark, very thick, with lots of black hair around it. Ted’s was huge, like the rest of him, with really big testicles hanging below it. Bill’s was what I guess is a normal size, but pink and cute, with a bright red tip that looked really soft. I took all three of them in, three really cute naked boys standing in front of me, the rippled muscles of their powerful thighs, and broad shoulders, and big hands.

Now, I had had sex before. With Ron, my boyfriend my last year at Memorial High. When I was eighteen, the summer after graduation. I wanted to marry him, but he left for college in the fall, and after writing a few times, he stopped, and I hadn’t seen him since. We’d done it twice, in his bedroom at his house.

But I hadn’t seen him naked. He had just dropped his pants when he did it, and in the dark and everything, I’d only barely gotten to see his penis. Except in pictures, I’d never seen a boy with all his clothes off, much less three of them, and with all the time in the world to take in what I was looking at.

Frank spoke.

“Like what you see?”

I wasn’t about to tell him about Ron. I knew that hadn’t been in my diary, so they didn't know. It was hard to admit that I liked looking at them naked, something in me didn't want them to know, but I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t respond, or if they caught me lying. So I just nodded.

Frank gave a nudge to Ted, who gave a nudge to Bill, and all three of them stepped up real close to me, so that their penises were right in front of my face. 

“You want to touch them, don’t you?” said Frank. 

Again, I nodded.

“Go for it.”

I did. I reached out with my right hand, and circled it around Frank’s thick rod, while with my left, I took hold of Bill’s cute pink one. I felt them twitch when I touched them. Ted’s huge penis swung gently back and forth right in front of my eyes. 

“She’s got hot little hands.” said Bill.

I began to gently rub their penises, up and down, and I felt them growing firmer. They were like silk, and real warm, and they began throbbing slightly. Ted scrunched down a little, and took his big penis in his right hand.

“This’ll blow her mind.” he said in a dirty voice.

He inched up a little closer, and began rubbing the head of his penis up against my nipples. The sensation...it felt so good! Its hard to describe the feeling, but that hot, silky head rubbing up against my sensitive nipples just drove me crazy! I tried not to show it, tried to remember that these boys were raping me, that this was wrong, but between the thickness of them in my hands and the hot tickling of Ted’s penis against my breasts, I couldn’t stop myself. I began making squeaks, and I could feel my nipples getting hard and pointy. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Oh yeah, I bet you like that. Hard, pink little nips, that feels good, don’t it baby?”

All I could do was groan a little. It did feel SO good, but I still couldn't admit it.

“Feels nice here too.” said Bill. “Soft hands, hot little fingers. Give my cock a good squeeze baby!”

I did. Grabbed a little harder, and it was exciting when Bill groaned a little. I squeezed harder yet, not only on Bill’s but on Frank’s penis, and began rubbing them faster, while Ted rubbed his penis even harder on my nipples. I heard their breathing get faster.

“I wanna see what her mouth can do.” said Frank.

I knew what he meant by that. 

Frank and Bill reached down, pulled my hands off their penises, while Ted stood up and backed up. Frank moved into his place, and stood directly in front of me. I looked up at him, my hands now clasped tightly in my lap, my eyes looking up at him. I had never sucked a man before, and was afraid. I wanted to ask him to leave me alone, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. Frank was their leader, and had been giving all the orders. He was the one who had ordered me to be whipped, and I knew he would expect me to obey him now. I felt so helpless, and I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but it was no use. He reached out a hand, stroked my hair, stroked my earlobe, and brought one finger gently across my lips.




Rape And Roses



“Suck my finger Laurie.” 

I did. He looked at me, his eyes like fire, and nodded approvingly. 

“Such a hot little mouth you have. Hot tongue, sharp little teeth. Nice. Now take your left hand, and hold my balls.”

I did. They were warm. 

“Now your right hand. Circle it around the base of my cock.”

I did that too. He was deliberately dragging out what was coming, making me put on a show for him and the other boys. 

“No, not like that. Circle it with your thumb and first finger, like you were picking up a candle, and squeeze real hard around the base.”

I did like he said, and I felt a tremor go through him.

“Yeah, that’s the way. Suck harder on my finger.” I did, and he looked at me in a curious way, as if appraising something he was thinking of buying. After a while, satisfied with whatever it was he was looking for, he took his finger out of my mouth, and placed his hand behind my head. I looked up at his face, now blurred my tears, and again silently pleaded with him not to do this. It was no use. He stepped up closer, and I felt the tip of his penis brush across my lips. 

“Now Laurie. Show us what a good little cock-sucker you are.” 

And with the other two boys watching the whole thing!

I kissed the crown of his penis. It was soft. He ordered me to kiss the bottom, then the sides, and kiss and suck at the same time where his penis joined with his scrotum. He told me to open my mouth, and stepped forward slightly. I opened my mouth wider, and the front of his penis slid in, and I felt it slide over my tongue and bump against the back of my throat. I sealed my lips around it, and rubbed my tongue over the bottom, and began sucking, my right hand around the base of his penis, pulling on it, my left playing with his testicles, and rubbing them with my palm, and hoped I was doing it right.

Well, I must have done something right, because he groaned. I had never heard a boy groan like that, and I felt a thrill of accomplishment go through me. I sucked harder, and moved my hand on his shaft up and down, and rubbed his testicles faster. 

He put his hands on either side of my head, and grabbed my hair in his fists. He pulled on my hair, and I bobbed my head on his penis as I sucked, and I heard the slurping sounds I was making. I could smell his genitals, and it wasn't a bad smell, in fact it was making me light headed, and I took a deep whiff through my nose, which was the only way I could breathe.

“Good little cocksucker.” said Frank. “Nice tongue action.”

Bill got onto the bed behind me. He wrapped his legs around me and scooted up until his genitals were all mushed up against the small of my back. They felt hot. He reached around me and began brushing the tips of my nipples. He began moving his hips, rubbing his penis against my back, his testicles in the top part of my bum crack. It felt nice.

I kept bobbing my head on Frank's penis, and sucked as hard as I could. My right hand slid up and down the shaft, and my left rolled his balls around. He gripped my head harder, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he began to rock his hips. 

“Oh, yeah.” His voice was low, dirty.

His hips began to thrust even harder, and the tip of his penis bumped against the back of my throat. I let go of his genitals and tried to move my hands up to stop him, but from behind me, Ted grabbed my hands and put them back where they had been. I sucked and licked and pulled and rubbed and peeked up at Frank's face as he moved his penis in my mouth. His eyes were closed, his breathing fast, a strange smile was on his face, and then he bared his teeth. I felt his penis begin to throb in my mouth and then...

“Ummm....” another groan from him, and I felt something thick and hot and salty on my tongue, and I knew that he was ejaculating into my mouth. His penis throbbed and pumped, and it filled my mouth, so hot I swear you could have fried an egg in it, and I couldn't keep it all in so it dribbled out of my mouth and down onto my neck and breasts, and I was swallowing it too, and then his penis begin to get softer, and his breathing began to slow down, and with one more grunt of satisfaction, he was done.

With a soft plop, his penis slipped out of my mouth. I looked at it, right in front of my eyes, all slick and pink and soft. Ted let go of my hands, and I wiped my mouth as the boys began praising me.

“Nice mouth action...baby, you could suck the chrome off a bumper...”

Frank put his finger under my chin, lifted my head up, looked me in the eye through the steamed lenses of his glasses..

“You are hereby promoted to cock-sucker first-class.”

The other two boys snorted and laughed, and it was infectious, so God forgive me, I laughed a little too. I never thought I’d hear myself described that way. I was also hoping they'd let me go, but then Bill said “Now for the real fun”.

No, they weren’t done with me yet. Not by a long shot.

Frank piled up the pillows on my bed. Bill pulled easily pulled me until we were up against the back of the bed, so he could lean against the wall. I was in a sitting position, with Bill as my arm chair. Frank leaned against the dresser, his limp, pink penis swinging back and forth, shiny with his juices. Ted got up on his knees on the bed, and scooted up to me, his enormous penis seeming to stare at me with one eye.

“Here comes the choo-choo!” whispered Bill in my ear, followed by a giggle. He reached out and put his hands under my knees and pulled on them, both lifting my legs and spreading them.

Ted’s eyes twinkled. “Fucking time!”

I resigned myself to the fact that they were going to do to me whatever they wanted. Looking at that big penis of his, it was obviously going to be a lot. 

Frank picked up my diary, and turned to another page (those bastards! They had bookmarked all the really private parts!) and began reading aloud:

“December 30. I have come to the conclusion that not only am I really passive, but that I’m probably always going to be that way. Last night, I was dreaming about what it would be like to be married, and my husband making love to me. I dreamed I was just laying down, and he took his penis, which is really large, and began rubbing it over my genitals. I don’t know where I get these ideas from, but the idea of him teasing me, and leading me on by rubbing his penis all over down there got me really excited.” 

Frank nodded at Ted, who wrapped his hand around his penis and began moving the tip of it up and down on the inside of my thighs. It tickled. I squirmed, but Bill held me tighter. 

I had a perfect view of everything as Ted worked the tulip-soft head of his penis all over my thighs, coming closer to my genitals until he brushed it just over the top of them, slid it down and...

“My God!”

I couldn’t help saying that. Oh, OH, that sensation! His penis, as it touched my clitoris and the lips of my vagina, I couldn’t help but scream that out. It was so intense, so...so...he slid his penis up again, touched it lightly to...

“OH MY GOD!” 

I heard the boys chuckling.

“Do it to her again.” said Frank

And Ted touched it to the top of my clitoris again, lightly tapping it, and I shrieked and writhed. It was just such a good feeling, he was driving me crazy! Bill moved his hands to my breasts and began stroking my nipples, adding to the all the incredible sensations I was feeling. Ted scooted himself up closer until his penis began pushing into my vagina. 

He was so big! I begged him to slow down, to let it lubricate a little more, but looking at his eyes - dark, smoky, like an animal, I knew he wouldn’t. His penis stretched me, and I groaned, watching as he drove it into me, pushing in, pulling back out a little, then pushing in deeper. He filled me, painfully, wonderfully, until finally I felt his pubic bone press hard on my clitoris, and the soft feel of his giant testicles slapping up against my anus. 

And there he stopped.

“Just feel me.” he said. “Just lie there, and feel me in you.”

I did, or at least, I tried. I tried to be still, but he was just so big, and his pubic bone against my clitoris felt so good. I could feel his penis throbbing inside of me, and Bill began stroking my nipples harder, and pinching them, and pulling them, and I groaned and my hips began to move, I tried to stop them, I tried really hard, but I just couldn’t do it.

“Be still!” commanded Ted.

“Please...please...” I moaned

“Please what?” said Ted.

“I...I...”

“Please fuck me?” Ted's voice was low, dirty.

“Don’t make me say that!”

“You have to beg Laurie. If you want to be fucked, you have to beg for it.”

And I did. I begged, I pleaded with him to fuck me, to move his penis in and out and do it hard, because I needed it.

And he did.

First slowly, then faster. His big penis stretching me from the inside, and the slapping against my clitoris and anus, and Bill pinching my nipples, pinching them very hard now, and pulling hard, and it was just too much. I was thrusting back against Ted every bit as hard as he was thrusting into me, and when I came, it was like no sensation I'd ever felt before, and the room began to get dark, and I felt his penis throb and suddenly he growled and I felt his semen pumping into me, hot, so very hot, and filling me, and squirting out the sides, and his breathing got real fast, and I could feel his semen crawling down the inside of my thighs.

And then it was over. I was in another world. I could feel drops of Ted's sweat falling on my belly, and then he began to pull his penis out, and it seemed like it was so long, but then it was out, and I could feel the walls of my vagina collapse, and I was sore inside from being so stretched, but even that soreness felt good, with the throbbing inside of my vagina slowing down, and I felt Bill move out from behind me, and I lay back on the bed.

I was exhausted. I was still breathing hard, trying to catch my breath, and I looked at the three boys looking down at me, their eyes shining as always as they took in my naked, sweaty body, layed out helplessly in front of them.

“Man, she really got into that!” said Ted, still taking deep breaths.

“Getting late though.” said Frank. “We better hurry up with the finale.”

I couldn’t imagine what else they could do to me, but I knew that Bill hadn’t used me yet. 

Used me. It was the first time that day I had thought of that phrase, and it hit me that that was exactly what they were doing, using me for their pleasure. 

I’d never thought that anybody would want to use me for anything; or to put it another way, had any use for me. I’d spent so much time being ignored, or trying not to be noticed so I wouldn't have to face being ignored. And now, here were three really cute boys, who could probably find any other girl easily, but the only thing they had on their minds right now was to use me - little ol’ me - for whatever they wanted. As far as they were concerned, the only reason I existed was so that they had a girl to stick their penises into, and I was sure that nobody had ever thought of me that way before. 

It was an odd, and damn it, thrilling place to be, and that’s what I was thinking as they turned me onto my belly and pulled me backwards until I was half on the bed and half off, my knees on the floor.

Frank got onto the bed in front of me, and pulled my arms out and held one of my wrists, Ted got onto the bed too and held the other. I could hear Bill moving around behind me, and a clanking noise that I guessed was that toolbox they had brought being opened.

“Please.” I groaned. “Leave me alone.”

“Shhhh,..” said Frank. “It’ll all be over soon.”

I felt Bill behind me. He must have gotten down on his knees too, and he wrapped his legs around mine in some sort of wrestler’s hold that pinned my ankles to the floor. After all they'd done to me I was exhausted and weak, and wouldn’t have been able to struggle anyway, but they still held me down tight, and I heard something begin buzzing, like an electric shaver. I tried to turn my head around to see what it was.

“It’s a vibrator,” said Frank. “Don’t worry, like I said, it’ll all be over soon”.

I felt whatever it was buzzing its way up my thighs, and then it touched my genitals, which after all the attention they had gotten were really sensitive, and it all began again. Just like with Ted and his penis, Bill teased and tormented my clitoris and vagina, but this time with a machine that never got tired. I groaned, and bit my lip to try and make the intense sensations bearable, and felt despair when I thought about how they could make me feel like this whenever they wanted. Bill continued to tease me, but suddenly pulled the buzzer away. I just had time to catch my breath when I felt it at the top of my butt crack, and he moved it down, making whatever it touched tingle, and put the tip of it right up against my butt hole.

The feeling from THAT was too much for me, and I tried to move my hands to push it away, but Frank and Ted held onto them tight. I tried to stand up, but Bill had my legs well pinned. He pressed it further into my anus, and now it hurt, and I begged him to please, please, stop, but he didn't, he just kept pushing until it was almost an inch in, and I felt my butt hole painfully stretching.

“She's ready”, said Bill.

He pulled it away. I took a deep breath, thinking it was over, but then I felt something on my butt hole again, softer but much hotter. I felt Bill’s arms wrap around my waist, and the pressure on my butt hole got stronger, and then I realized what he was going to do.

Even though I knew it would be useless, I still pleaded in a weak voice: “Not that...please…”

But he ignored me, and continued to push his penis into my butt hole, and it HURT, hurt so much I started to cry again. I knew that this had never been one of the fantasies that I had confided in my diary, it was something they had thought up themselves. They were such a bunch of pigs! I'd never even thought of doing something like this with a boy, and now here it was happening, happening to me, and it was real, and I sobbed and trembled as Bill pushed his penis all the way into my butt hole, and I felt his testicles slap up against my vagina.

Then he took the vibrating thing, and put it between me and the bed so it was pinned up real hard against my clitoris, and turned the buzz up real high, and the sensation was just mind-blowing. I could hear myself whimper and squeak as his penis slowly, painfully pulled back until it was almost out, then pushed back into my anus, pulled out, pushed in, until he was going real fast.

“Yeah!” shouted Ted. “Pound that big fat ass!”

His testicles kept slapping on my vagina, and I could hear him shouting how tight I was and how good it felt, and the buzzer on my clitoris stimulated me unmercifully, and he fucked me (exactly the right word for it) real hard, ramming it in and out of me until I came, came hard, the stars flashing in front of my eyes until it got dark again, and his hot, SO hot semen filled my anus, scalding me, dribbling out the sides and I could feel it crawling down the back of my thighs, and he grunted, and I felt his weight on me as he collapsed, his breathing hard and fast, and mine was too.

We lay that way for a while. He withdrew his penis. As it came out, my butthole began to REALLY burn. Ted and Frank let go of my arms, and I sat back on my heels, the vibrator falling on the floor as I did. Frank reached down, turned it off, then reached out his arm and lifted my chin, looked right at my face, and said:

“Baby, you are a whole lotta woman”

With that, I giggled and cried at the same time. My feelings were so confused. I was ashamed and embarrassed and angry at what they’d done to me, but also pleased that I’d been able to please them, and felt so...thoroughly-fucked, if that’s understandable. They had done everything that they could possibly do to me, and I couldn't even begin to stop them. I wondered if there was anything I could have done to stop them. Was I to blame for all this? All this swirl of feeling was going through me, and then I also realized that they were finally done with me, in fact, there was nothing else they could do to me, they had done it all, and I felt relief. 

All three of them brought me to my feet and stood me in front of the mirror again.

“Look.” said Frank. “Look at yourself now.”

I did, and took in the whole scene. My tear-streaked face, wet and tousled hair, the puffy red lips of my vagina, the white trails of semen on my face and legs. I looked at the boys, big smiles on their faces, their penises all pink and soft and small.

“See.” said Frank. "Now THAT'S a high-end fucktoy.”

A fucktoy. They had used me as a fucktoy, a toy to be fucked. They had really given it to me, given it to me good, fucking me in every hole I had, and there had been nothing I could do to stop them. I was enraged, and humiliated. 

But I knew that from now on most, or maybe even all of my fantasies would be about the perverted pleasure I got from being used as a fucktoy. I really couldn’t understand the feeling; it was nothing I could explain. But it felt so good; that three boys who I thought would normally have never paid any attention to me had made such a big effort to use me, me, as their fucktoy.

I was completely passive as Ted and Frank led me out of my room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Ted turned on the shower. Frank led me in. They soaped me up, scrubbed me, and washed my hair. I tried at one point to scrub too, but they stopped me.

“Let us,” said Frank. “We’ll do everything.” 

I let them do what they wanted. We got out of the shower, and they led me back to my bedroom, Frank and Ted rubbing me with the towel. From my closet, Bill was laying out my work clothes, like he knew exactly what they were. How did he know that? The boys put on their clothes, then put on mine, doing all the buttoning and fastening themselves. They sat me down on the bed, and began putting on my makeup. Perfectly. They led me downstairs, handed me my purse, and led me out the door.

There were people on the street, but the three of them surrounded me, and I said nothing. 

Right in front of the house there was a brown van. Why hadn’t I noticed that when I came home? The windows were tinted, and you couldn’t see in. Ted opened the passenger door and got in, throwing the red toolbox in the back. Bill pushed me in, and then got in himself, so I was sandwiched between them. He closed the door as Frank got in the front, started the van and began driving off. He turned right on Hudson, turned right again, and began driving down Fifth Avenue towards Water Street. 

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You'll see.” said Frank. Ted and Bill moved closer to me.

They were going to kill me.

Oh my God, they were going to kill me. I’d read about stuff like this. They were going to kill me, and drop me in a ditch somewhere, and people would think that I’d been on my way to work, and nobody would ever figure it out. I felt weak. I began to sob.

“What's the matter?” said Ted.

I couldn’t answer. Frank turned left on Water Street, drove past the Fine Arts Building, over the bridge, turned right, and began to go up State Street. As we began to climb the hill to Putnam Heights, I began to cry harder.

“What’s she crying about?” asked Frank.

“I dunno”, said Ted, “But she’s gonna get her makeup all smeared”.

Bill took out a Kleenex, began wiping my tears. 

At the top of the hill, Frank got onto Clairemont Avenue and began driving east. Soon, there would be the freeway exit, and then to...wherever it was they were going to dump me.

“Don’t make it hurt!”, I blurted out. “Please, just do it quick, don’t make it hurt.”




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Rape Fantasies: A Female's Viewpoint



A Perspective on Rape

Rape Fantasies: A Female's Viewpoint

Yet again, the week end papers contained several stories where, men, of uncertain age have attacked, assaulted and raped a fellow girl, one was in her late teens, the other an old age pensioner. When we see such headlines, most sensible people will shudder at the news, again a girl, a woman having her body brutalised by some power crazed, male, or even worse a group of males. 

We all know, or least has a good idea why men sexually attack girls (and boys). Mostly it is about power one way or another. We all dread the phone call from a friend, with the news that some one we know, are found of; have been assaulted, sexually, be it physically, or through the use of drugs or even both. The other month, after a case in the UK of a drug rape, I did a10-15 minute internet search. By then, I knew which the better brands of drug were, and got as far as entering my credit card details on having some sent to the UK, together with some other drugs... Worryingly simple in this day and age, a world with fewer frontiers, barriers; so much for the internet.

So, if in real life, outside of this cyberspace, we all are scared of rape, appalled when it is carried out. So, why do many online, in Literotica, seem to have fantasies about non consent, being forced up against the wall, clothes ripped away, the man, smelling of stale booze, stale cigarette smoke, biting out necks, forcing their way onto us; into us, fucking us against our will; our consent, raping us? Whilst writing this essay, article, some of the non consent stories were, well very arousing, and many seem to be written by females. Is this a form of being hypocritical? 

It is also the act of sodomy, buggery that many imagine, are intrigued by, aroused over. A lot of females, so it seems are scared, of anal sex, or even just anal stimulation in real life. But in the world of cyber space, cyber sex... cyber rape why do many imagine being bent over, being arse fucked, arse raped, buggered by the over powering aggressor, and being forced to succumb to their (the aggressors, and possibly the victim's) wanton desires.





Rape Fantasy



The anticipation of what the night was to bring, had Bruce so stimulated that he was having difficulty paying attention to anything else. His eyes drifted once again to the dashboard where the digital clock mercifully now at last showed it was a mere hour until Anne was to get what he knew she needed, wanted, and deserved. The last thought caused him to simultaneously both lick his lips and adjust the growing bulge in his pants.

The truth was, just thinking of Anne often caused this same reaction. His wife was a living, breathing wet dream, who delighted in driving not just her husband, but all men crazy with lust. She was 5’7”, 120 pounds, long legs, and gorgeous green eyes that were alternately smoky and blazing. She also had a tiny waist, round ass, and the most delectable large, and natural tits. Most women disliked her without even knowing her because of the way she made them feel insecure. On the other hand, more than one man had accidentally destroyed the canned vegetable display at the supermarket by having his eyes glued to her body.

Those men weren’t as fortunate as those that frequented the “Doll House”, an upscale gentlemen’s club located near downtown. There, you could see “Jade”, as Anne was known there, covered by only a shimmering G-string, as she gyrated seductively on the stage. Or, for an agreed upon price, you could get a private dance upstairs in the VIP lounge. She made good money, and had many “regulars”. Bruce was always amused when “Jade” told him about a customer saying, “If she was their woman, she wouldn’t have to dance”. All men thought this to be the sure-fire method to get in her pants. Bruce made enough money without her dancing. She didn’t have to dance. She wanted to, and that’s what they didn’t understand. Bruce wasn’t jealous, because he knew Anne loved him, and only him. He liked the idea of other men staring at her gorgeous body wanting her. This was power in its purest form. The passion it added to their sex was an added benefit. She would tell him about her customers, and how badly she made them want her. She knew it turned him on. He also knew that when she came home with an unusually large amount of cash that she had let men suck on her tits in the VIP lounge while she stroked their cocks while whispering in their ear how much she liked playing with their large cocks and how much she would like to have it in her tight pussy.

They had occasionally had another man to their house for a threesome, but tonight was going to be different. It was all arranged. She had told him about Steve, and Terry, who were both regulars, and spent a lot of money on her. Steve was a wealthy investment banker, and Terry was an attorney. She had given both hand jobs in the VIP lounge, and she had talked lustfully about their large, thick cocks. She knew how much he liked hearing about they had shot wads of hot thick cum all over her hands and long fingernails underneath the table. He also knew that Steve was black, and had a thick 9” cock. Terry was white with an even thicker 8” cock. Bruce had told her while fucking her, that he was going to have both of them over and the three of them would use her like the whore she was. Bruce knew that the orgasm that came right after that statement had hit the mark. She had cum like a wildcat after hearing that.

She kept all of her regular’s phone numbers in her little black book. It had been a simple matter to get these 2 numbers, without her knowing he had done so. Bruce had called them, and after explaining that no, he wasn’t a jealous husband and wasn’t interested in kicking their ass, but that he did want to meet them for lunch and discuss something that he thought they would find extremely appealing. Over lunch, Bruce had outlined his plan. They were skeptical at first, but Bruce could tell that his plan excited them. And so, it was agreed. Bruce gave them the address, and the time they were to arrive. That time was now only less than an hour away. 

Bruce had called ahead and told her to be wearing something revealing and sexy. This wasn’t unusual, as he did this often. She had chosen a sheer see through halter top that tied behind her neck. 6” heels and a very short mini-skirt with a pair of crotch less black pantyhose completed the vision. He kissed her passionately, and then suggested they both have a drink or three. She laughed and agreed. She wasn’t a heavy drinker and knew that 2 drinks would loosen her up immediately. 

She was nearly though with her second drink when the door bell rang. She said, “I wonder who that could be? Were you expecting anyone?” 

Bruce simply said, “I’ll see who it is.” 

Bruce answered the door. Standing there, looking somewhat nervous were Steve and Terry. “Come on in”, Bruce said. The look on Anne’s face as the three of them entered the living room was one of confusion, and shock. The last thing she expected to see were her customers from the Doll House. 

What are you two doing here? Do you know Bruce? What’s going on? The questions were spilling out of her red lips rapidly. 

Bruce calmly said, “ Relax, it’s okay, I invited them over.” And yes, we have met before. Bruce then turned to Steve and Terry and said, “I bet you 2 could use a drink.” Both of them nodded rapidly, and smiled sheepishly. Come with me baby, and help me make them a drink, and I’ll explain. As she followed him into the kitchen, he couldn’t help but look back over his shoulder at Steve and Terry, and just as he suspected, their eyes were glued on Anne’s ass as she walked away.

“What is going on?” Anne said.

“Well, Bruce said, it’s a surprise.”

“No shit, said Anne.” Bruce laughed and reached for 2 glasses. As he prepared the drinks, he said, “I thought it was time we did something about what you have been telling me about. I know you want both of them and they sure as hell both want you. So, we are going to do just that”. Bruce noticed at that point, that her expression softened, and changed at the same time. He saw a slight smile beginning to form at the corners of her luscious mouth. 

“Is that right? And you set this up all by yourself, huh?” 

“That’s right, he said, and we are going to fuck the shit out of you, and you can be our whore tonight.” Bruce then spun her around and from behind he reached his hand down and began to stroke her pussy, which was already moist. He whispered in her ear, “ that’s what you want isn’t it, you nasty little slut?” She was now beginning to moan lightly as he thrust a finger into her wet cunt. “You need to go back in there now and make our guests feel welcome. After all, they came here to make you feel good, and you don’t want to disappoint them now do you? He was still fingering her now dripping wet pussy. She was now grinding her hips as he teased her clit. “We’re all going to have our way with you, you little bitch.” She moaned again. “Now take these drinks into your men and tell them how glad you are to see them.”

Anne put Steve and Terry immediately at ease when she entered the room and gave them that million dollar smile. “Bruce explained everything to me, and I just want to say welcome.” With that she handed them their drinks and kissed both on the cheek. “And, I might add, I am looking forward to what’s to cum.” She laughed mischievously, and that broke the ice. 

Bruce said, “Have a drink and we’ll talk a bit.”

“Sounds good to me”, said Terry. 

“Looks pretty good too, doesn’t it? said Bruce, and nodded at Anne. 

“Fuck yeah”, said Terry.” 

“I just explained to Anne that she is going to be our little whore tonight, and that seemed to make her pussy wet”, Bruce said. Anne giggled and both men eyed her hungrily as they drank deeply from the glasses that Anne had provided. “Why don’t you dance for us baby. We would all like to see you dance, wouldn’t we guys?”

Terry said, “I never get tired of watching that body dance, do I baby?” 

Steve chimed in, “She’s got the hottest body, and I love those tits.” Bruce could tell that all this attention was having the desired effect on Anne. She was getting more turned on by the minute. She turned the music on and began to bump and grind for them.

“Would anyone like a lap dance? Anne said.

“I think we all would, baby,” said Bruce. “But, why don’t we all stand around you instead, while you dance for us.”

“Okay, she said, sounds good to me. All three men put their drinks down and stood up and formed a loose circle around her. The physical exertion of dancing, the alcohol, and the closeness of 3 men now circling her was exciting Anne now. There was now a shiny sweat on her neck, as she brushed her ass against each one of them. All three men at once began to touch her. Steve’s hands clutched her waist as she ground her ass against his crotch. She could feel how huge it was through his pants. Terry was squeezing her left tit as Bruce was pawing at the right. Her breath began to quicken and she was now completely turned on, and very, very horny. 

Bruce nodded at Steve and Terry. It was time. Bruce grabbed both of her arms right above the elbow, and turned her around to face the other two. “ I think this little whore has too many clothes on, don’t you men. I think she needs to share those gorgeous tits and pussy with us. Steve’s large black hands grabbed the middle of her halter top and ripped it away from her large glistening tits. He immediately began squeezing both tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasped and stiffened. She then arched the small of her back, which caused her chest to thrust outwards towards Steve. As she moaned softly, Terry reached underneath her mini-skirt and began to finger fuck her pussy. 

“You like that don’t you, you little whore. You like having those tits squeezed and your pussy fingered.” 

“Oh yes”, Anne said. She was now writhing on Terry’s finger, and quite obviously enjoying it. 

Steve said, “You have driven me crazy for so long telling me how much you wanted my big black cock. Well, it’s time you gorgeous white slut. Get down on your knees in front of me. You hold her arms behind her Terry, and I’m gonna fuck this bitch’s face. Terry stepped behind her and pinned her arms behind her back as she was forced to her knees. She was now whimpering, which was driving all the men crazy. Steve unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and there was his thick 9” cock with precum already oozing from the tip. He stepped closer to Anne’s face and began to smear the precum all over her face. Then, holding his cock towards the base, he swung his cock back and forth slapping Anne’s face with it” Now open your mouth bitch and suck my big black cock! Anne didn’t need any further encouragement. She opened her mouth and began to slowly swallow his throbbing cock into her waiting mouth. He grabbed the hair on her head and began to fuck her mouth. She was now moaning and the saliva was bubbling out the sides of her mouth as she took his huge cock again and again. “Goddam, this bitch can suck cock! I can’t wait to fuck her! “Look up at me while you suck my cock, you nasty slut.” Dutifully, Anne looked up at Steve as his glistening black cock stroked in and out of her mouth. She pulled it out momentarily and began running her tongue first over the swollen head, and then up and down his shaft. Bruce was still standing behind her, and as he released her arms he reached around and began squeezing her luscious tits, pinching her erect nipples.

“God, that black cock looks so good fucking your mouth baby. I told you we were going to fuck the shit out of you, and this is just the beginning.” Terry had managed to maneuver himself between her legs by lying on his back and was now hungrily licking her pussy. This caused her to moan even more. Now that her hands were free, she wrapped both of them around Steve’s cock and began to stroke it as she sucked away like the cock-crazed whore she was. Steve was now beginning to thrust his cock further and further down her throat. She tried to pull away because the immense length of it was gagging her. 

“Is it big enough for you slut? You like having your gorgeous face fucked with this big black cock don’t you? Tell me how much you want it, bitch! Beg me for it!” 

Catching her breath, she looked up at him and said, “Oh yes, it’s so big, and it tastes so fucking good. I want you to cum all over my face, baby.” 

Steve roared, “Then take it back in your mouth whore, so I can fill your slut mouth with hot, thick cum.” He slammed it past her wet lips and began fucking her mouth faster. Terry was now devouring her pussy as she ground her pussy against his mouth, all the time trying to do what Steve wanted. “Here it comes, whore! Suck my cock! Suck it! Suck it good, bitch.” Anne was massaging his massive balls and felt them about to explode. Steve held her head tight and began to shoot load after load of hot cum into her mouth. Letting go of his cock, she managed to push herself back away from him slightly by pressing on his thighs. She felt her mouth fill with cum. There was no way she could swallow such a load, so opening her mouth slightly, the cum began to pour out of the sides of her mouth and run down her chin. He pulled out of her ravenous mouth and began to spray yet another wad of cum all over her face. She was now moaning and grinding even harder onto Terry’s mouth as she began to cum herself. Her gorgeous body began to wrack with spasms as she grabbed Steve’s cock and kept licking the cum off of his still hard cock. Finally, she collapsed onto her elbows. 

Terry rose to his feet and rapidly began to get naked. “Damn, your pussy is sweet tasting, baby. Now I’m going to fuck it, and fuck it good and hard. Her gorgeous ass was thrust upwards and still thrusting on an unseen cock it seemed. She was now delirious with lust. Terry was all too happy to try and satisfy the cock crazed slut he saw before him on her hands and knees. Having now completely stripped, he simply straddled her from behind and rammed his 8” swollen cock straight into her wet pussy. 

She cried out as he entered her. “Oh, God, that’s what I need. Fuck me, please! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it hard! Ram it in me you bastard! Fuck me like a whore! As Terry continued to pound away at her cunt, Bruce moved in front of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up. She looked so incredibly slutty with Steve’s cum still all over her face. He got down on his knees and shoved his cock into her still hungry mouth. 

“Suck me, bitch. Suck my cock, while he fucks the shit out of you slut. We’re just getting started you fucking slut! She greedily sucked his cock as Terry was now thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was now constantly whimpering. The whimpering noises, plus the combined sounds of Terry’s balls slapping against her wet pussy, as well as the sucking sounds coming from her mouth were rapidly driving both men to a thunderous climax. 

“Here it comes, bitch! I’m fixing to fill that sweet pussy up with cum! That’s what you want isn’t it ,bitch! Let me hear you say it!” 

She pulled her mouth off of Bruce’s cock. She turned her head around as far as she could to look at Terry, and said, “Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me like I’m your whore! I want to be your slut! Fill my pussy up with cum!” 

Bruce roared, “Yeah, fuck the little bitch! Ram your cock in her until she screams!” With that, he grabbed her head with both of his hands and began to furiously fuck her mouth. 

Through clenched teeth, Terry said, “Fucking bitch! You fucking whore! Fuck my, cock you slut!” Terry began shooting his hot jizz into her hot pussy at the same time Bruce began filling her mouth with his hot cum. She was cumming hard now. 

“Swallow that cum down your throat, bitch! You filthy cock sucking slut. When both men withdrew their cocks from her, she rolled onto her side breathing hard. She was still moaning, and was now squeezing her tits. She wanted more. “Time out”, Bruce said, and everyone laughed. Bruce produced a towel, and gently wiped the cum from Anne’s body. He then handed her a drink. 

“All this cock sure makes me thirsty” she said as she downed it quickly. The men all made another drink for themselves, and each had to go piss. Anne had another drink. Bruce brought out a joint, and shared it with everyone. The three men made small talk. The alcohol, the pot, combined with the drone of the men’s voices was making her drowsy.

At first, she thought she was dreaming. She thought she was floating. As she opened her eyes though, she struggled to figure out what was happening. Then, as her senses cleared, it became very clear. She wasn’t floating. Her wrists were enclosed in cuffs, which in turn were attached to a separating bar above her head. The bar was then attached by a chain to an eyehook in the ceiling beam. “What are you doing? What’s going on”, she stammered. 

Then she heard Steve say, “You were right Bruce. Seeing her tied up like this is so hot!” It was then that she noticed the soft cotton rope tied tightly around both of her tits. Her tits were almost purple, and swollen huge. Her nipples were extended straight out, and had nipple clamps attached. There was a pulsing, burning sensation in both her swollen tits. 

“Let me go” she said. She meant for it to sound like a command, but instead, it sounded like a plea. 

“Shut up” said Bruce. “We’ll let you go when we’re through using you. I know how many times you’ve told me me about your fantasy of being tied up and raped. That fantasy is now going to come true.” All three men had been standing behind her up to this point. But now, she could only take a sharp inward breath as they stepped into view. Each man wore a hood that exposed only their eyes, mouth, and nose. Each also wore a black leather and chain harness that also had a metal ring around their cocks. The sight of 3 masked men dressed like dungeon keepers created a strange stirring in the pit of her flat stomach. 

“Don’t hurt me” she croaked. Terry, she knew it was Terry, brought out his hands from behind his back. In one hand was a 3’ long riding crop. Attached to the other end of its flexible shaft, was a small piece of leather. He reached out and began to slow move up the inside of her thigh with it. 

“We’re not going to hurt you slave. We’re going to please you in so many ways. You’d like that wouldn’t you slave?” 

“I don’t” she started to say. He brought the leather tip sharply against her exposed cunt lips. The stinging sensation didn’t hurt her as much as it startled her. But a sharp “ow” escaped from her throat. Steve’s large black hands reached out and tugged roughly on the nipple clamps. This produced another yelp and caused her to arch her head back. 

“Yes master, this is what you are to reply slave bitch. Do you understand?” 

Realizing she had little choice, she said “Yes master.” 

“Yes master, what?” Steve said. 

“Yes, I would like that,” she said.

“That’s better,” he said. Steve then began roughly squeezing her giant swollen tits. This caused her to moan. Bruce grabbed her hair forcing her head back and roughly shoved his tongue down her throat. Terry began to lightly spank her squirming ass with the whip. Being whipped, having her swollen tits handled roughly, and the tongue down her throat, were producing steady whimpering sounds from her now. She realized that she wanted this. She wanted to be their submissive slut. She was now twisting and squirming against her restraints. Bruce let her head up. 

“Please master, fuck me. I need to be fucked hard.” 

“See if the bitch’s cunt is ready, Steve.” Steve inserted his large middle finger into her now dripping cunt. 

“Oh yeah, this bitch is ready to be raped.” “Are you ready to be raped slut? Let’s hear you beg for it!” He then pulled the clamps from her swollen nipples, and pinched them hard. 




Rape Fantasy



One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

"Andrea, have you ever had a rape fantasy?"

I was in love with Saleem; if I could be anyone in the world, I would be him. He is beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind and loving. We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the last six months. He was great, a real keeper. The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little... tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it. And vanilla is a nice flavor too. But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers? "Hmm, sounds interesting."

Threesomes, spanking? "That could be fun."

Anal sex, exhibitionism? "Could be interesting."

Role playing, dildos? Well you get the picture. He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem's idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on. And he was pretty fucking good at that, I must say.

So that is why I was surprised when Saleem asked me about rape fantasy. He had never talked about his sexual fantasies before, and I was pleased to hear him opening up.

"Yeah" I said, giving him a squeeze "I bet most people have."

"Would you ever... you know, want to act it out?" Saleem got embarrassed easily talking about sex. This was by far the most he had ever opened up to me.

"Sure" I said "That would be a blast." Play rape wasn't really high on my personal list of fantasies, but I had told Saleem many times that I was up for anything. And it might be fun.

"Could be interesting" Saleem said. I could tell he was turned on again. He crawled on top of me, and we sixty-nined until his talented tongue had given me a couple yummy orgasms, and his beautiful cock had spurted a fresh load of come into my hungry mouth.

The next day was Saturday, and we rode our bikes to the park and had a picnic and played Frisbee with friends. Then we rented a movie, drank beer, and crashed out.

I woke up early on Sunday morning, and ran upstairs to have a little chat with our neighbor Audrey. 

Audrey didn't look like a dyke; at least I didn't think so. She had big eyes and ears that stuck out and seemed almost pointed at the ends. She looked a little like an elf actually. She was waif-thin, with almost non-existent hips and butt, and a nearly flat chest. She had fine features, a pleasant laugh, and hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades that varied wildly in color from day to day. It could be anywhere from magenta to electric blue. Today it was bleach blonde. She had a tiny nose stud, but aside from that and the hair, she dressed fairly conservatively. She wore more makeup than I ever did. She worked in some dot-com where she pulled long hours and made a ton of money.

Audrey and I had slept together once, when Saleem and I had first moved in. It had been a lapse of judgment on my part, but even though I felt really guilty about it, I couldn't quite bring myself to regret the incident. Audrey might be a skinny little thing, but I swear her tongue was about three feet long and could bench-press her own body weight. The three of us had become friends, and we hung out fairly often. Sometimes Audrey would hit on me, but not too hard. I had hinted broadly to Saleem that I was attracted to her and wouldn't mind watching him fuck her, but the only response I got was "Hmmm. Could be fun."

When Saleem woke up, we had a hot cup of coffee ready for him. His hands were cuffed and tied securely to the headboard, his feet were velcroed to a spreader bar; items that had come down with us from Audrey's apartment. We had thought about gagging him, but had decided against it. For now.

"What the fuck is going on?" he spat as he struggled into consciousness. Saleem has never been much of a morning person "Andrea, untie me, let me go!"

"Do you want the coffee or not" I asked coldly "Bitch?"

"Yes" he said, as Audrey brought the mug to his lips. He drank deeply "Please tell me what is going on?"

"Fuck you" Audrey said, putting the cup down on the side table and slapping him across the face. I winced, that was hard. "You're ours now. Our property."

"What?" Saleem looked over at me.

"Shut the fuck up Bitch" I told him sternly "And things will go easier for you."

"I've got to pee" he complained.

"So what's stopping you?" asked Audrey, picking up an empty pint glass from the dresser.

When it became clear that we weren't going to untie him or let him up to use the bathroom, Saleem realized that he would have to pee in the cup or humiliate himself by pissing all over himself and the bed. Audrey held his limp penis, and he tried to go, but he couldn't release. It was cute watching him struggle to relieve his swollen bladder. I probably didn't help matters much by pressing on his stomach. Finally, nature took over, and Saleem let go with a yellow flood that seemed to go on forever. We laughed at him as Audrey directed the stream into the glass. I was a little worried that it would be more than the pint glass could hold, but it wasn't.

We left him there to stew for a little while, while we flushed his urine, and smoked a joint in the living room. I was having a lot of fun, and seeing my boyfriend naked and helpless on the bed was more of a turn-on then I ever would have thought. 

When we came back, pleasantly stoned, he again begged us to let him go. It was kind of cute. Audrey had to gag him with a pair of my dirty panties just to shut him up. Saleem struggled and glared, but he wasn't going anywhere.

Audrey and me started making out on the foot of the bed. At first it was mostly just to tease him, but we got really into it. Pretty soon I had all but forgotten about Saleem and his predicament there on the bed with us. Audrey is a really good kisser, but I had forgotten just how good she is. I got lost in her lips and her tender touch. Clothes went flying, and before long, we were down to panties. Audrey was all over my tits, which she seemed to enjoy immensely. I was playing with her nipples, which were smallish, brown, hard as rocks, and pierced with thick gold rings. She moaned as I tugged hard on her rings, distending her titties as she sucked on my own sensitive nipples. My clit was humming, and my panties felt drenched.

I looked over and realized that Saleem had grown an erection while Audrey and I had been playing. I pointed this out to her.

"You fucking little slut" Audrey snarled "You got turned on watching me with your girlfriend, didn't you?" Saleem nodded. She slapped his dick hard, which only seemed to make him harder "You're lucky we don't cut your balls off, you know that?"

Turning to me, she said "I think it's time he got a taste of pussy, don't you?"

I agreed, though I would happily have been the one tied up between Audrey's thighs at that moment. She pulled off her high-cut bikini underwear, revealing just how naked she was. Audrey had waxed her cunt recently, and there wasn't a hair to be found down there, she was bald as Patrick Stewart. She sported a tattoo that I love on her left ass-cheek of winged fairy girl, legs spread wide, masturbating with an improbably large dildo.

I felt a twinge of jealousy as Audrey undid Saleem's gag and crawled on for a ride. She sat on his face, mercilessly rubbing her bald snatch up and down on his tongue. From the sounds she was making, he was doing a pretty damn good job down there too. Meanwhile I pulled off my own more than damp underwear, and fumbled with the straps of Audrey's harness.

The dildo that she had fixed onto it wasn't that huge. It was black and silicone, and realistically shaped, down to a pair of balls that were supposed to stimulate your clit. A lipstick vibrator fit into a slot at the base. It hummed pleasantly against my pussy.

Audrey was bent over Saleem's face now, her small tits hanging down, rings glistening and jerking as he concentrated on her clit. I crawled on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his penis sliding down my stomach and rubbing up against my fake cock.

Audrey's asscheeks were spread wide apart as Saleem pleasured her, and I just couldn't resist sticking my tongue up her sexy ass. I licked up and down her crack, teasing her until her little rosebud was gasping and winking for attention. Finally I pressed my tongue into her hole, tasting her earthy, sexy taste, driving my tongue as far up her backside as I could while Saleem slurped away at her wet cunt. She came, cussing like a sailor and grinding onto both our mouths.

While she recovered, Saleem and I kissed. She was all over his face, and I liked tasting her slick wetness on him. It made kissing him feel nasty and naughty. There was no more whining to be let go, and his nice big cock was harder than ever.

"The little slut is a pretty good pussy-eater" Audrey said "Not as good as you though." I blushed at the memory. "I think he's ready to get fucked, don't you?"

I think that was when Saleem notice the strap-on I was sporting for the first time. His eyes went wide, but he didn't say anything.

Together, we rolled him over and onto his knees. "Make him suck your dick" Audrey told me.

I offered the dildo to him, and he obediently opened his mouth and started sucking. He looked cute like that, but it didn't really do that much for me. The little vibrator was buzzing away inside the silicone cock, but it wasn't being pressed against me enough to do that much. I reached down and fingered myself as Saleem sucked. I was surprised to find just how wet I had become; joy juice was literally flowing down the insides of my thighs.

"I think he's enjoying this" I told Audrey "Fucking little slut." I grabbed a handful of hair and forced him down on my phallus until he choked and gagged. What a feeling of power!

Meanwhile, Audrey had retrieved the little bottle of AstroGlide, and was applying it to Saleem's backside. He jumped a little the first time she touched him there, but then seemed to relax.

"I think he's ready" Audrey told me. I disengaged from Saleem's mouth, and joined her behind my boyfriend. Audrey had her forefinger buried in his puckered asshole, and was sliding it in and out. I was so horny at that point I thought I might shoot come out the end of my silicone cock.

Audrey removed her finger, and I just couldn't help but lick him there a little bit. He moaned and sighed as my tongue invaded his nether regions. Audrey kept her hand on his balls, just to make sure he didn't get too worked up.

"Are you ready to get fucked up the ass?" she asked rhetorically "Do you want to feel what Andrea feels when you fuck her asshole?"

"He's never fucked me there." I told her

"Is that true?" she asked. He nodded Yes.

"Well we'll have to change that later on, won't we?"

"Oh yeah" I said.

Audrey helped me get the end of my cock positioned at his anus. She squirted a little extra lube on just for good measure. Then she repositioned herself so that Saleem could, if he strained, get his tongue on her wide open pussy. "Fuck him" she told me "Fuck that fucking little slut bitch."

I wanted to tease him a little first. As he lapped at Audrey's pussy and she rubbed her clit and pulled on her nipples, I drew the dildo up and down his ass crack, nudging it against his ball sac and tickling his asshole. He pressed back eagerly whenever the end of it contacted his anus.

"Goddamn it!" he exploded "Come on Andrea, stop teasing and fuck me already!"

"Say please" I chided

"Please"

That was enough for me. I pressed forward, burying the dildo inch by inch in his hungry asshole. He was tight, so I took it slow, but I wasn't gentle. I slapped his sweet buns hard as I buried my cock in his sexy little butt. I liked seeing my handprint raised on his light brown flesh. The dildo went in fairly easily, and before long I was buried to the hilt, the front of the harness pressing against his ass cheeks.

I started fucking him in earnest then, grabbing a handful of his hair and mashing his face into Audrey's cunt. I fucked him hard and selfishly. I was surprised at how goddamn good it felt. Aside from the raw sexual power of taking my lover this way, the little vibrator in the base of the dildo was really doing its work now, pressing against my throbbing clit with every thrust. I realized with a little surprise that I was going to come from this. I fucked him harder. He moaned out loud into Audrey's open pussy.

I came, pulling on my nipples and grinding myself against his butt. My legs were soaked and slippery with my juice. Gently, I disengaged my cock from his poor little asshole, and slipped out of the harness.

Audrey kissed me, and fingered my totally wet pussy. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen" she whispered in my ear. "Poor thing" she said aloud "Don't you think we ought to let him come?"

His cock was swollen and the head was bright purple and leaking clear precome. I would have loved to have taken him in my mouth, but Audrey had other ideas.

"I want to fist him" she said

"I don't know if I can take it" Saleem said quietly

"Do you think he can take it?" I asked. Audrey has small hands, but they aren't that small.

"Oh he'll take it alright" she said, smiling evilly "He will if he wants to come anyway."

Saleem still had his doubts, but we ignored him. We got him onto his back on the bed, knees in the air, feet still lashed to the spreader bar, asshole exposed and vulnerable.

Audrey covered her hand in lube, squirting more on his poor tender anus for good measure, as I softly stroked his cock and pinched his little nipples. He was really close to coming, I could tell.

Audrey was soon fucking him with three slippery fingers. He accepted them easily, and seemed to enjoy her attention. I rubbed his cock very softly, careful not to push him over the edge.

Audrey added a fourth finger, and he winced. "You don't get to get off" I reminded him "Until her whole fist is up there."

Audrey was trying to get her thumb in. Her hand was now shaped like the bill of a duck. I wouldn't have thought that poor Saleem's ass was so pliable, but he was spread wide open. His cock looked like it was about to explode. I removed my hand, and petted my own needy clit.

Suddenly he opened up, Audrey pressed forward, and her hand disappeared inside him up to her slender wrist. They both gasped aloud in surprise and pleasure. Audrey's fingers were busy between her own legs. I brought my hand to his engorged cock, to jerk him wildly to a much-deserved climax, but he was already coming. It seemed to last forever, as he pumped what seemed like pints of semen all over his chest, my face, and Audrey's tits.

We untied him, and let him get up and go to the bathroom. After a shower, the three of us spent most of the rest of the day in bed, alternately fucking, cuddling and napping. 

Later, when Audrey had gone home, Saleem told me "Andrea that was incredible. I never would have imagined that such a thing could be pleasurable."

"Hey" I said "It was your fantasy." 

Then it struck me: when he had said 'Rape Fantasy' you don't suppose he had meant me being the one who got raped, do you?



Rape Fantasy Fulfilled



I am Pooja Chaudhary. I am 21 years old. I am 5'5" tall with big breasts and big swaying ass. Fair color. I have firm breasts and I am very proud of those globes. They make every male look at me twice. I have good figure 36-26-36. I Have light brown color pointed nipples with big areola.

When I was at college I went for my tuitions to my Tuition classes far away from home. I used to return from the classes somewhere at 9 PM. By the way let me tell you that I loves to show off my hot little body, but I did it in a tasteful way so that my family wouldn't really know and the friends at college too wont feel that I was doing it on purpose. Any way I had the Ok back with the incidence! That day I was returning from my classes and I had to walk about 10 minutes to my house from the nearest bus stop. The road usually was deserted at this hours and I had felt afraid every day I walked down. I used to imagine somebody comng up and raping me and the idea always made my choot wet! I don't know why but I loved to walk down that distance in spite of the fear that somebody would rape me. And the idea always made me mastrubate in the bathroom as soon as I reached home. As I was walking with my heart beating faster, I heard a husky male voice call "here, pretty girl! And then another voice said "Hey what a nice body she has! See her walk! Ohh Sali bahoot mast hai! "

My heart dropped to my stomach and I felt nauseous, my head snapped up, eyes wide. All those things that they tell you in self-defense class came rushing to my brain. but I did none of those things, foolishly thinking that I was perfectly safe. But I was wrong. I focused in on four of the construction workers sitting in the open place and drinking desi liquor. I looked nervously at them and continued walking when one of them stepped in front of me and said "Sali itni jaldi kya hai?"

"I have to get back to my home. Please janne do na?" I stammered. My heart pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it. I glanced over at the other three who were still sitting and were about to get up. They all were staring intently at me. I tried to side step the one who talked to me, only to have him move in the same direction and ask " why don't you stay and have some of this desi liquor with us?" 

"Ohhh What are youtalking? Kya baat kar rahe ho? Main shareef ladki hu! Daru nahi peeti! Chalo muze jaane do!" 

He gripped my upper arm, his fingers burning through my thin silk blouse and said "Sali chal daru peekar dekh! Chal randi." 

Not wanting to anger them I said "Please muze jaane do! Muze daroo nahi peeni hai. Please mera rasta choodo!" I pleaded to them. 

"Theek hai jaane ki itni jaldi hai? Thoda sa hume khoosh kar do phir chaale jaana." The other one shouted.

Ohh please!" all the while I was terrified and trying to find a way out of the situation. One of the guys brought the glass of liquor and handed it to me. I closed my eyes and just to escape the situation I took several long drinks. The liquor was sour and smeely and I felt like vomiting. But I just drank it to escape the situation.

The first guy moved closer and lifted a lock of my hair that had fallen loose, "You have beautiful hair Randi, you know that?" He reached up and undid the clip that held it in place. My long curly brown hair fell to the middle of my back and I stepped back. I bumped into somebody and I looked behind. There was the second man, tall and full of solid muscles. Gasping I turned around and stood face to chest with the tallest of the group and had to bend my neck to look up at him. I'm only 5'2", but this monster was all of 6' 2 " if not taller. I suddenly realized that I was not going to get out of there unharmed and so tried to plead with them. "Look guys. Let me go or else I have to shout for help. Please I beg you! My parents will come looking for me any minute if I don't get back home soon."(a blatant lie, but I had to try something.) 

"choop baith sali.Jara maaza lene do tere saath" he said.

"Please, just let me go." I turned to the leader and begged, "Please, I promise I won't say anything. I know you guys are just making fun of me"

"Oh we are going to have fun all right, and it sure as hell is going to be fun." 

"Now just relax and go with it." He reached out and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up to his mouth, smothering me with a brutal kiss. I pushed at his chest and clawed at his hand, trying to break free, but I was no match for his brute strength. Then I felt two hands pull my arms behind my back, the leader's other hand moved up my body to grope my breast, the whole time I'm struggling and sobbing. 

"My god, you have huge tits! Sali ke mamme kitne bade hai! Dekho!" and he held the pair in his hands showing them to his buddies.

My blouse was ripped open, then my bra popped open from the front, he bent down pushing both my tits together and began licking and sucking them. The big guy was still behind me holding me in place. One of the other guys came around and reached between me and the leader shoving my short split skirt up my thighs and around my waist while the forth guy kneeled down in front between me and the leader. 

"Damn, Sali ke pair dekho! Kitne chikane hai! Ohh mast hai ri tu! Sali Randi itna chikana kaise raakhti hai?" the fourth one said.

He then ripped my panties off in one smooth stroke. Moans and whimpers escaped from my throat and I felt as if I was fainting. I closed my eyes which just made it worse because all my other senses took over and I could feel every touch, pinch, bite, and lick that was placed on my body. Guy No 4 spread my slick choot lips (funny how they would be wet, could this really be exciting me?) 

"Oh hell, guys! I think our little kitten is secretly enjoying this. See how wet her choot is! Aren't you kitty. Dekho Sali ki choot kitnee gili ho gayee hai!" 

I shook my head no and sobbed, "Please, stop. Let me go!" "Oh no baby, we are not going to leave you like this." This from the leader who was still sucking and chewing on my tits, that were now red and on fire. I felt the brute rubbing a huge, hard lund between my ass cheeks and my knees went weak. He lifted me up and set me on the working table of the construction contractor and pushed his head between my legs. I tried to scramble to my feet but 3 & 4 each grabbed a leg and held me in place and when I reached for his head to push him away the leader jumped up on the table and straddled my waist pushing me back and pinning me. He started undoing his pants and I knew what was next. They were going to fuck me! Rape me!

He pulled out a steel hard lund with pre cum on the tip and shoved it in my face and ordered "suck it". Sali choose mera lund Randi!" I tried to pull away but just then the brute bit my clit and I cried out and the leader took that opportunity to shove his lund deep in my mouth. Ohhh his lund was so big and smelly! It smelled of stale piss and I felt my stomach contract and my reflex started to push it out.

He grabbed my head and fucked my face, plunging his hard lund deep into my throat. I had no choice but to suck that dirty thing. Then I felt fingers pinching and squeezing my tits (must have been 3 & 4's free hands). The brute had my cunt spread open with both hands and was torturing my clit, chewing and sucking on it, each contact causing electric current run through my ravaged body. I was moaning and sobbing, but the sounds were muffled with the leaders lund shoved down my throat. brute brought me to a crashing climax and said " Sali ko pakad ke rakho! Main uskee choot mein lund ghused raha hu!" 3 & 4 complied and brutus stepped up on the table and guided his huge lund to the entrance of my dripping choot and with no warning shoved it all the way in. He was at least 8 inches long and about 5 inches wide and his lund ripped through my tight little cunt. This was the first lund my choot had taken and that too with such a force! He must have broken my hymen and the pain was nothing before the fear.

I jerked my head back and screamed in pain, but they did not bother. I started to struggle again and they just held me tighter. The leader jerked my hands up above my head as I was trying to claw him again and held me still while Brutus fucked into my choot, he must have battered my choot for about ten minutes and I was sobbing and crying out of fear, shame, and excitement. Finally he came and shot hot cum deep inside my ravaged choot. The leader leaned down and kissed me, coming on to my body, he slid his hand down to my aching swollen choot and clit and started to stroke it. 

I moved around trying to escape, but the pressure started to build again and I climaxed. I don't know how it happened but the waves of spasm ran all over my body and my body went limp. He sat me up and then lay back again in different angle pulling me astride him and plunging his lund into my sopping wet choot. His hands on my hips locked me in place. As he was pumping into me I felt someone brush against my back, hands reaching around to grope my tits, his weight pushing me forward, then to my horror I felt a steel hard lund rubbing up and down the crack of my gaand. I whimpered and begged "Please, no." but, like before they paid no attention I just prayed that is was not brutus who was about to fuck my gaand. I turned to see that it was guy No 4 who pushed me forward, my tits crushed against the leaders chest. The leader slowed his strokes as #4 pushed the head of his lund into my gaand. he grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and my hip with the other and plunged in with one single troke. 

I screamed just as brutus grabbed my face and shoved his again hard lund down my throat and gagging me. They simultaneously pumped in and out of every hole I had. at this point I had finally given up all pretense of fighting and trying to get away. I was at the mercy of four powerful men, who used me in whatever way they pleased. My body took over and I allowed the pleasure pain to wash over me and envelop me. There were deep screaming groans ripping from my body, some out of pleasure and some out of humility. They sensed the change in me and their grips eased and became more like caressing. "That's it Sali! Le tu hamare lund ka maaza le. Ohhh kaise maza le rahi hai!"

My tits were caressed, my ass lightly spanked, someone even had a hand shoved between me and the leaders bodies stimulating my clit. I had a crashing orgasm as all three of the invaders shot hot jets of come into all my three holes at the same time. I licked and sucked every last drop from brutus lund, guy #4 pulled out of my ass and slid off the table, and I collapsed in a heap on the table beside the leader. 

I had started coming out from my orgasm when I felt my legs being spread open yet again, "Please, no more. I can't take anymore." 

"But I haven't had my turn at that tasty choot girl!."

My eyes opened wearily and saw the face of #3 with his eyes between my legs. He kissed the insides of my thighs that were like limp log and started working his way to my dripping, throbbing, swollen choot. He licked me from the crack of my ass all the way up to my engorged clit. I didn't think it was possible for me to feel anymore of anything from my ravaged slit but his expert tongue soothed and caressed and soon I was thrashing my body on table. The leader got behind me to serve as sort of a cushion, with my back cradled against his chest. He held my legs up and open to give #3 better access, while he himself kissed and licked my ears and neck. It took a while for me to finally climax again! it was mind shattering orgasm and I was screaming my release when #3 suddenly pulled me to the edge of the table and I slid right on to his rock hard lund, his arms under mine hooking me. he rammed his lund into my pussy, his crotch rubbing against my clit keeping my orgasm going. I was screaming loud and brutus came over and placed his big hand over my mouth, I lost consciousness as #3 came in a shuddering roar pumping me even fuller of hot seed. 

I woke to the feel of a cool cloth being rubbed between my legs, bathing my tortured sex. I was curled in a hut with my head in #4's lap, the leader was cleaning all the cum off of my body with a towel that had been dipped in water. Brutus leaned across to clasp my bra and the leader was attempting to yank my skirt back down over my hips, he helped me to sit up and slide off the table. My legs were extremely weak and I collapsed into his arms. He slid his arms around me, one hand in my hair and murmured "Kitten, I can honestly say you are the best fuck I have ever had" taking my chin between his thumb and finger and lifting my gaze up to his eyes "and I am sure glad as hell it was us who fulfilled your fantasy." My face flaming red that he had somehow guessed my dirty little secret. He chuckled and reached down to pull the edges of my shirt together, since the buttons were scattered all over the site. They gathered up my things and walked me to the road. 

I had the realization that I had just been gang fucked by four guys and secretly loved every minute of it.

Hey that was nice hu! Many of us ladies/girls have the fantasy of being raped but you have the fear of it unless you enjoy the gang rape as I did. To tell you the truth, they have fucked me in similar way three to four times after that till they all left for another construction work.



Rape Fantasy Goes Wrong



Author's note: This is my first foray into the non-consensual arena. Your feedback is appreciated. There is some forced M/M action, so steer clear of this story if that doesn't work for you.

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I probably shouldn't have replied to the Craigslist ad. It was a little sketchy and vague to begin with, offering "discreet services to fulfill sexual fantasies." Their email response directed me to a website. 

My first job was in programming, and I was impressed with the interface on their site. Each question they asked led to a group of more specific yes/no or multiple choice questions. By the end of it, they knew very specific details about the rape fantasy I was arranging for my wife.

I was instructed to write as specific an email as possible and they would indicate if any of my requests could not be met. This would serve as a cross reference against the survey I had taken to double check and avoid any misunderstandings. I typed out the email.

"My wife and I want to fulfill a rape fantasy. Someone would come to the house and break in (we will leave door unlocked if we agree on time). He should not carry a real gun, but should be "armed" with something that looks like the real thing. We will be upstairs making love when they break in. He should force himself on the wife while me (the husband) is made to watch. He should be gentle and just forceful enough to make it realistic. He should be white, and with an average or smaller penis (preferably smaller). Husband is bi-curious but with zero experience. Drug and disease free only, condoms are a must. Please assign a safe word. The wife will know about the arrangement."

In retrospect, I also should have been more specific when I just said "bi-curious" and left it up to them to decide what I'd be comfortable with.

Their response included the results of my questionnaire, then this: "We've carefully reviewed your application and determined that we can meet your needs. Ensure any door alarms are off and any pets are restrained. Only you and your wife should be home. Leave payment of $500 cash by the front door in an obvious place. Your appointment is tomorrow night at 2AM. Our employees never break character in a role-play fantasy. Your safe word is "Dalmatian." Please reply and include the words 'I accept your terms' in the text, and include your full name and address for legal purposes. Your service provider's name is Jason. Our company thanks you for your business and offers a 50% rebate if we do not completely meet your satisfaction. We appreciate referrals."

I thought it was rather bold for them to tell me when my appointment was and assume I would accept, but the company's assertiveness is what I needed given my uncertainty in asking for this at all.

Julia and I had been together for five years and married for two. While I had plenty of experience when we met, she had been a virgin. She was religious and a little repressed sexually, but as our relationship evolved, especially after we said our vows, she got more and more kinky. The closest we had come to swinging or including any third party was when a couple I knew from work came over and we got in the hot tub naked. We had all been drinking, and there was some soft swap just with heavy kissing and breast massage. I didn't fully realize how much Julia liked it since she seemed a bit guilty the next day. That had been over a year ago.

Only recently did Julia confess to me how much she enjoyed that night, and then she dropped the bomb on me about the rape fantasy. I shouldn't have been surprised since various studies (I looked it up later) indicate about a third of adult women have some version of this fantasy. We had a solid marriage now and were really inside each others heads, and I was confident this information was something she wanted me to act on. I had only become bi-curious out of nowhere about a year before, so suddenly the idea of sharing my wife even turned me on as long as I could participate. Julia wasn't aware of these bisexual thoughts and had only hinted around that she might think seeing some of that would be hot.

That night just happened to be a Saturday, the night before my wife's 25th birthday. I was a few years older. We went to a nice dinner to celebrate with two couples from church and Julia's best friend, a beautiful single lady that worked out with her. We got home around 10PM and sipped wine and talked with our friends over dessert, then they left a little before midnight. Julia was definitely tipsy, having outpaced everyone else's drinking since she was the birthday girl. I suggested we take it to the bedroom, and she happily agreed. We still had a great sex life, probably doing the deed at least four times a week. We'd also abstained over the previous week to build up the anticipation for the birthday night, so it was easy to convince my horny wife to get naked.

Minutes later I was lying on top of her nude body. Since it was her special day, I took my time just kissing her, content to stay there for a while before moving down to take a nipple into my mouth. Julia had tiny, adorable mosquito bite breasts. She was almost flat, but I still loved her very sensitive breasts. I moved down further, admiring her flat stomach. Julia was slender and fit and perfect to me. Still lower I went, and I was face to face with the loveliest pussy on earth. Enveloped by a flaming red bush, her juicy, large lips welcomed me. I played with the flaps for a bit with my mouth before stimulating her clit. Julia got off quickly, the lengthy foreplay having served its purpose. I had gone down her so many times that I knew just the right places and right pressure to apply to get her off fast.

"You can put it in now," she said. "You've earned it. Are you ready? Oh," she said as I emerged from between her legs. I was fully hard. She always offered to suck me and get me ready, but it wasn't necessary tonight.

I penetrated smoothy. Somehow Julia had remained tight over the years just like her first time, considerably more so than any woman I had been with. I felt her large lips caressing my manhood also and the red hair tickling my balls. She was amazing as usual. I slowly tunneled in and out while concentrating on something non-sexual. I was expecting company and didn't want to climax before the real fun began. But it was Julia that took the next step.

"So, it's my birthday after all, right?" she said.

I looked at the clock. "As of a little bit ago, yes. I'll give you whatever you are about to ask for tonight," I said. Julia clearly had her own ideas for the night's activities.

Julia reached into the bedside table, my dick still inside her, and pulled out her vibrator. I had anticipated this possibility and was clean and ready. I smiled up at her. I always loved when she fucked me, and this would be a good kinky ice breaker for what was going to happen later. She had performed this act enough to probably suspect I was a little bi-curious, even if this was technically a straight act. She handed me the lube, and I slowly inserted the "pony" end of her strapless dildo into her pussy and turned on the vibrations. She was experienced with the toy and could wield it well without a harness using her strong muscles and natural tightness to hold it in place. The larger "horse" end was for me. I lubed that also. "Ride me," she commanded.

"As the birthday girl wishes." I straddled her and reached back to insert a finger into my backdoor. I felt the trained muscles quickly relax after a few seconds. This is all the prep I needed before accommodating the toy. While still the biggest thing to be inserted into my ass, it wasn't that large; slightly smaller than my own average-sized cock. I aligned the tip of the dildo, my muscles opened easily with light pressure, and I slid down the full length. I grunted softly, the slight pain passing almost instantly, replaced by a great sense of fullness and pleasure. I could tell it felt good for her also. The end inside her responded to my movements.

My wife kissed me as I slowly rode up and down. It was time to tell her. "I've arranged for a surprise for you," I said, definitely getting her attention. "That fantasy you told me about, you will live it tonight."

She stared at me with disbelief, then realized I was telling the truth. "Oh my God, are you serious? How?"

"The arrangements have been made." I could tell she was nervous. The alcohol was helping, but my wife had no idea what to expect. I wasn't sure I did either. Was she all talk, or did she really want another man to force himself on her? She hadn't even been with another man before, and now she was about to get mock-raped by a complete stranger.

"Are you sure it's a good idea? It's so wrong. Will we be the same afterward, after someone else has been inside me? Do we know him?"

These were questions we'd already discussed, although it had been a while. She was dying to do it then, and I could tell nothing had changed. I smiled, but I didn't get a chance to respond. Suddenly I heard the door open loudly. I looked at the clock. Whoever was in our house was an hour early. I practically jumped up, the dildo popping out of my ass. Julia pulled the other end of it out of her pussy, turned it off, and put it back in the open drawer without bothering to wipe off the lube.

We lived in a two-story, three bedroom modest home in the suburbs. There was about a twenty second pause, then we heard loud footsteps on the stairs. By now Julia had put on her robe. I was still naked, paralyzed, and not sure what to do next.

"Freeze. Don't fucking move," a loud voice said. I looked up in fear. A dark shape came into the room. It wasn't at all what I was expecting. He was over six feet tall, black, dreadlocks in his hair, and he was pointing a gun at me. His eyes never left mine as he entered, and then to my horror a second man came in behind him. This guy was black also, his shaved head showing a little under a cap. He was shorter than me but well built.

My military training kicked in as I sized up the threat. The first guy had a Springfield XDM 9mm handgun. I had read that the XDM has a unique safety mechanism and a way to tell if a round is chambered, but I couldn't recall all the details since I'd never fired one. So I had to assume it was loaded and could discharge, even accidentally. The second man had a smaller gun, probably a .22, and I didn't get as good a look at it. The guys handled the guns like they knew what they were doing. If this wasn't an act, we were in trouble. 

"Wait, what's going on?" I asked. "You're early, and I asked for one white dude, and not real guns. What the hell?"

The front guy was just out of arms reach. He stepped closer, took his left hand and backhanded my face. I stood my ground, although I felt a bit dazed. It was a powerful blow that I would wear on my face for a while. "Shut up. We'll kill you if you don't do exactly what we say. And we've killed before." He paused for a second. My wife had moved to the corner and was trembling with fear.

The safe word. "Dalmatian Dalmatian," I said. "You're scaring my wife."

The first guy looked at me like I was crazy. "Huh?" He clearly had no idea about my safe word. I started to get really worried. I had guns too, but I had stupidly put them all in the basement. I had years of grappling training also and could beat either of them, possibly both, in a fight. But that was useless training if they could handle their guns.

He continued, "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to take this hot little piece of ass around the house and she's going to load up all the valuables, money, wallets and whatever else I want for us. Then we might let you live." He waited for a few seconds as I stared, dumbfounded. Finally he offered up an explanation. "You really are stupid. Did you think this was going to be some sex game? It's a scam to get inside the house so we can rob people, you dumb-asses."

I hung my head in shame. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. The smaller of the two man passed me and grabbed Julia's long red hair and yanked her head down, pulling her towards the bathroom. Her screams of terror broke my heart. "Let's start with the jewelry, and we'll know if you're hiding anything," he said.

While they were in the bathroom and Julia emptied her small jewelry box, the taller hoodlum kept his gun trained on me from a safe distance. He had clearly done this before. Julia was begging for mercy, asking them to just leave. I heard a sudden smack, and Julia howled in pain. I started to move, but the guy in front of me said, "Don't even think about it. We'll just kill you both."

They came back in the master bedroom, and I saw he had a small bag to put our stuff in. He roughly pushed her from behind toward the door and the stairs beyond. The next few minutes seemed like an eternity, but really it went by fast. I heard the conversation clearly, because the accomplice was doing a lot of yelling; screaming for wallets, cash, and anything else of value. Then they came back into the room, Julia first with him behind her with his gun. Julia was crying. The right side to her face was red, and he had broken the skin slightly above her eye. She would have a black eye for sure to go with the psychological scars. He shoved her hard, and Julia fell forward onto the bed.

"What did you get?" asked Tall Guy.

" A couple hundred. The jewelry looks good. We have credit cards and I got their passports. Found one handgun also."

I was upset. Julia must have opened the safe. They would realize later they had a bit more than $200 when they took a closer look at the passports.

I took a closer look at my assailants, trying to memorize as much as possible. They looked like any other stereotypical thugs. Both of them wore jeans halfway down their asses. The short guy had a baseball cap. There was tacky gold jewelry and and all the other usual bullshit gangster crap. I hated myself for letting this happen.

"What now?" Short Guy asked. "Kill them?"

There was an awkward silence. I realized Julia's robe had come untied, and I could see orange pubic hair exposed. Tall Guy was staring at her pussy. I recognized the longing in his eyes and the lust in his cruel smirk. "Let's fuck her. It's what they wanted anyway. I call first on the girl. Cover me."

He slowly approached Julia. "No," she whimpered. "Please, no."

"Come here, bitch," he said. Julia's long, flaming natural red hair was an easy target. He grabbed a handful and yanked her, pulling her off the bed. She screamed. I moved forward, but Short Guy took a step forward, his gun trained at my head. I was powerless to stop them. Julia stood on wobbly knees, and he steered her around by her hair back to face the bed, then shoved her head towards the mattress. "Bend over and spread, bitch."

"No. No, no, no no," Julia muttered over and over.

"Take it well, or I'll make this much worse for you," he threatened as he undid his fly. I watched in horror as the most impressive slab of black cock I could have imagined was pulled out of his pants. He was semi-hard and huge. This isn't what I wanted! Forgetting for a moment that I had called out the safe word to end the rape anyway, I had asked for someone with a small penis. This man would hurt my poor Julia's tiny pussy. And I know my condom request had fallen on deaf ears. This thug was going to defile the love of my life bareback.

Our bed was at the right height where Julia's torso was mashed against he mattress with her spread feet on the ground. Her arms were beside her, and Tall Guy aggressively yanked her robe off. My wife was nude now, laid prostrate before him, her bare, unprotected ass presented. He pumped his cock twice, and it rose to full mast as he looked at Julia's ass. Julia was sobbing and continuing to just mumble "No, no, no."

"Please don't," I begged. "You got the money. We've changed our minds on the sex. Just leave."

"No way," he said as he approached, cock in hand. "She's a little skinny for my tastes, but I'm still going to fuck her. This pussy better be good." Apparently he was going to rape her with his clothes on, his lengthy member protruding from his gangster jeans. He put one hand on Julia's hip, the other hand taking a few seconds to find her hole amid the large red bush. Her large, engorged labia helped him find the target. I could even see her oversized pussy lips sticking out beyond her butt cheeks while I stood to the side.

His large head disappeared inside her, and Julia grunted as the large member began to force its way in past the tight muscles guarding her entrance. He pushed hard and began to penetrate. "Aggghh, ahh!" she cried out as half of the cock sank into her and stretched her tiny pussy wide. "Oh God, oh my fucking God!" she said as the perp continued and sunk to about the same depth as I would be if I was inside her balls deep. But he had a few more inches to spare. Julia tried to raise her torso off the mattress and even turned back to look at Tall Guy, perhaps to reach back to try to stop him. Tall Guy was having none of that, shoving her face down roughly back onto the mattress.

"Stay down, bitch," he cursed at her. He pulled his cock back almost all the way out, then shoved forward hard, driving his enormous cock in to the hilt. He reached forward and grabbed her shoulders, leaning his body into her and grinding against her with his pelvis while pulling back to ensure every bit of his cock was stuffed into her pussy. It was humbling to realize how much of Julia's vagina I could not access as I saw his entire long cock buried inside her. I hated that they degraded her and called her a bitch also. Julia was the sweetest woman I knew, and I'd never seen her be a bitch in any way for as long as I'd known her. She never wished ill on anyone, and she definitely didn't deserve what was happening to her.

"Ooof," she grunted as she was violated, every bit of space inside her occupied by the biggest cock she'd ever taken. She was red-faced and sweating as her heart thumped in her chest with fear. A second after the cock went balls deep and she knew she was fully impaled, she shut her eyes, then suddenly went limp. I could see her leg muscles relax and the tension in her face subside. It was that sad moment when objections and screams turn to silent acquiescence. Her face was mashed against the bed, turned to the side and facing me. Her eyes opened, but she looked through me, seemingly dazed. "Too big. Too big," she murmured softly, perhaps resigned to her fate.

Tall Guy moved his right hand to her hip also and began to slowly pump in and out of her. I saw a subtle cruel grin cross his face. "Damn, that's good pussy. Nice and wet. I think you like this. Tight. You never had a big dick before, have you?"

"No," Julia said in a barely audible whisper.

It hurt me to the core for him to objectify my Julia like this. She did have great pussy, but there were so many other things about her that made her wonderful, and he didn't care about any of that. Then Tall Guy's question and her agreement about never having any size hurt my already bruised ego.

"Well look at her husband's little dick, that's why she's so tight," Short Guy said, laughing as he mocked me and drove that point home.

Julia's eyes finally focused on me. It wasn't fear anymore, it was shame on her face. It was the horrible scenario where a rape victim starts to blame herself or in any way accept what is happening to her. "Sorry," she whispered.

I felt horrible. She was apologizing to me because her purity was taken away. Her vow to only be intimate with me was broken. But it was my fault. I could not turn away from the sight of what was happening. I was mesmerized as I watched the giant black cock probing in and out of my tiny wife's fair-skinned body.

Beside me, Short Guy was laughing. "Hubby likes it. Check out his little stiffy."




Rape Fantasy Goes Wrong



I looked down in horror. I was indeed aroused. I wasn't fully hard yet, but there was no denying it. I hated myself. My wife continued to look at me as Tall Guy raped her, and I wished I could stop them just for a minute so I could tell her how sorry I was for getting her into this and how I was ashamed at my erection.

But this was just the beginning. Tall guy picked up his gun and slowed his strokes. I felt stupid again because I hadn't even noticed he'd put it down on the bed. I noticed Short Guy had pulled his cock out, too. "Suck his dick," Tall Guy said to me. "Suck it or I blow her fucking head off. On your knees."

I fell to my knees. What choice did I have? Short Guy decided to just pull his pants off now, the oversized jeans easily making the journey from where they rested at the bottom of his ass to the floor, his shoes easily sliding through the oversized garment. I had fantasied about playing with a real cock for going on a year now, but not like this. This was wrong. I had fantasized about a clean cut guy from my own socioeconomic class, someone who was polite and patient with me. I saw his hand with the gun out of the corner of my eyes as he put his cock in my face. The tip hit my cheek. I noticed that unlike his comrade, Short Guy was uncircumcised.

I thought about going for his gun, but it had almost zero chance of succeeding, and it would put my wife at risk. Instead, I licked the head of the large member in front of me. I reached out tentatively and clasped the thick shaft, retracting his foreskin before taking the head into my moth. He tasted and smelled neutral. I was puzzled, expecting a nasty, stinky cock. He shoved forward, hitting the back of my mouth with his semi. I fought my gag reflex for a second and regained my composure.

I cupped his balls with my other hand and applied suction, going up and down the length. My mouth strained to open wide enough, and I felt every contour of his penis as he filled my mouth completely. For just a few seconds, I forgot what was happening around me and enjoyed the moment. That submissive wave of feelings came over me, just like the first time Julia fucked me with a dildo, except about ten times stronger. That brief moment was amazing as I let myself drift into a fantasy where I wasn't being raped or about to die, rather I was just experimenting with a beautiful cock. Then the euphoria wore off, and I could hear my wife again. She was still sobbing quietly, combined with grunting on each of his thrusts. I could hear the sounds of his hips as he smacked her butt cheeks over and over when he bottomed out in her pussy.

Short Guy was hard now. His cock was impressive, probably almost as big as Tall Guy, and much thicker and a couple inches longer than me. "Bend over the bed," he commanded. "You know what's next." I stood and tentatively turned. I was on the side of my bed with my wife at the foot, so we were at ninety degree angles and could look at each other.

I turned to look at my conqueror. "Lube," I said and nodded to the bedside table. I felt stupid saying it, but I figured my rape would be worse without it. 

"I guess, just because it will be better for me," he said and went to the table. He picked up the lube, then paused to look in the drawer.

Shit. He had found the dildo.

He pulled it out, still shiny with lubricant gel. "Looks like he's no stranger to getting fucked. You ever been fucked by a real man?" I shook my head no. "Well then today's your lucky day."

I tentatively bent over and spread my legs. He put a lubed finger in me first. I took it no problem, having been warmed up by my wife. Then I felt him reach under me, grabbing my cock that was hidden pressed against the bed. "God damn, he's still hard. You little bitch, do you want my cock? Are you gay?"

"No," I said weekly. "I don't want you to fuck me." It made no sense that I was hard. The part of my mind that was consciously thinking did not want this to happen. It was dangerous, unprotected sex with someone that did not respect me, and I didn't want to do it. Or so I thought. But I knew deep down he was right. The fellatio wasn't bad at all. Under different circumstances, I knew I could enjoy it. And I was apparently curious about him fucking me, too.

A really weird feeling came over me at this point. I loved it when Julia pegged me, but my anal interests were straight. But as he warmed me up with a finger, I knew I craved his cock. I was so ashamed. But looking back on it, being forced to do it set me free. I think my curiosity would have grown into wanting to do this eventually. It was a natural progression as my sexuality matured after desiring to perform oral on a man. But being raped accelerated that process and took away some of the the guilt and shame that would accompany asking for it.

"Here we go," he said. My fingering only lasted a few seconds, then he backed out. "Reach back and guide my cock into your ass," he commanded. I did as he wished, gripping his slippery cock behind the head and bringing him to the target. He spread my cheeks wide, making both our jobs easy and ensuring there would be no false starts.

He passed my barrier quite easily considering I'd never had comparable girth before. I still cried out, because the pain was there even though my tightness didn't block his insertion. I released my grip as I felt the shaft sliding between my fingers as it disappeared into my ass. I don't think he tore any flesh, but my unprepared muscles protested and my tissues stretched, causing pain. He drove forward, eager to complete the conquest. I felt him against my cheeks. He was in all the way. Offering no mercy, he immediately began to fuck me in and out.

My face was against the bed, and I reflexively bit a wadded up bit of comforter in my mouth as I coped with the surprise and pain. I realized the crude term "pillow biter" literally applied to me now. I looked at my wife, and now it was my turn to feel the shame. Not only could I not protect her, now I was being forced into what any straight man would perceive as the ultimate taboo act of feminization.

"Damn, that's nice," Short Guy said. "I ain't gonna last long. Hurry up and finish. I want to fuck her too before I cum."

"Working on it," Tall Guy said. He was fucking my wife harder now. Suddenly he pulled his cock all the way out and slapped Julia's ass very hard, enough to leave a red mark that would last for days. Her muscular thighs and what little fat she had on her slender ass quivered as they reverberated from the blow. Julia was too far gone now to scream. She just closed her eyes briefly as she absorbed the pain. Then Tall Guy drove his cock back in, forcing her traumatized pussy to queef as the big dick compressed the air inside her stretched pussy.

Confident we wouldn't risk making a move, he boldly set his gun down next to Julia. He used his free hand to yank and pull on her hair now, forcing her back to her elbows. He reached around and pinched her nipple with his other hand, clearly causing her more pain. "Damn, those are some tiny tits. You need some curves, girl. Those aren't even worth my time." Then he shoved her face back down onto the bed and continued to fuck her.

The cock in my ass didn't hurt any more. My new-found submissive feelings washed over me again, and it was amazing. I have no idea how I could feel all these emotions at the same time. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Lust. Submission. It made no sense. I was so confused. It was so different than with Julia fucking me. The grips on my hips were strong, and he was jerking my body forward and back in timing with his thrusts. His larger size took my breath away and made it hard to think about anything else. He was using me for his pleasure, completely oblivious to how I felt and what pace might suit my inexperienced ass better. Oddly, this turned me on more. Knowing he was using me, and that my ass was pleasing him perversely made me proud on some level.

I was used to unforgiving synthetic materials in the form of various dildos in my ass. I realized having real flesh and blood inside me was much better. The fact he was uncircumcised probably helped also, as his extra skin allowed his unit to tunnel in and out with less abrasion. Despite being so much bigger than anything I'd been fucked with, once my muscles relaxed, he felt so much better than anything I'd taken before. Short guy was commenting the whole time, making sure to demean me as much as possible during the rape. Perhaps because of my comment at the start about how I'd asked for a white guy, he played on the racial vibe with his cruelty, not hesitating to point out using various descriptions how he felt about my white ass impaled on his black cock. I suppose it was demeaning, but it certainly didn't turn me off.

I pushed back to meet his thrusts and flexed my muscles to grip his shaft. He was thrusting all the way in, his hips compressing my ass cheeks with each thrust. I didn't think I could take him that deep, but it was working. His pace was slow, though. I remembered when I took Julia's anal virginity how each inch of her ass provided such great stimulation all along my shaft, and it was best enjoyed with a slow ride. I hope Short Guy was getting a similar experience from fucking me. I sensed I couldn't cum with this stimulation alone, but I knew if I milked my own cock, I could get there in seconds. Then I remembered what my Julia was going through and couldn't think of my own pleasure for a while.

Short Guy cut the sex act short anyway after noticing my arousal. "What the fuck, man? You're enjoying it. I'm not gonna cum now," he said and yanked his cock out. I felt some of the squishy lube follow it out and drop down my leg. I'd read about how rapists are driven by dominance and perhaps inducing pain. I was sure Short Guy wasn't so much into men as he was into making men his bitch. Once it was clear he was giving me what I wanted, he decided to pass and wait for his turn on my wife, who was still clearly not enjoying her rape. "Stand up. I've got the gun pointed at your head, so don't turn around." He moved to the side and back a bit. Now I was to the side and back of Julia, so I had a great view of the cock going in and out of her. She was again looking to the side at me with her face mashed into the bed.

Tall Guy moved his hands off her hips and used them to spread her cheeks. He began to pull all the way out of her pussy and pause for a second before driving back in balls-deep, perhaps because he had an audience now. This exaggerated the erotic sounds of the sex and put her pussy on lewd display for me. Each time he pulled out, erotic sucking sounds accompanied him due to the tight seal he formed with her. Her ample labia spread wide due to him pulling apart her cheeks, and a giant hole appeared as his enormous cock gaped her. Every time he drove in, she farted from all the compressed air and the open position of doggie. I'd only made her queef maybe once before, and I wasn't even sure if size had anything to do with it. Tall Guy made her do it about ten time in a row, her pussy noisily objecting to its plundering right when his cock passed about the maximum depth that mine could reach. Each balls-deep thrust was still accompanied by an uncontrollable grunt from my wife.

My cock was fully hard as I shamefully watched Julia endure the most traumatic experience of her life. I even imagined her getting a double penetration, her cute asshole a tempting sight above Tall Guy's probing unit. I'd only fucked Julia in the ass twice. Despite her seeming to like it okay after a lot of slow preparation, she reserved her backdoor for special occasions. I'm embarrassed to admit that part of me wanted to see them fill both her holes at the same time with big black cock.

Then Tall Guy changed focus. He grabbed her hips again and began to fuck her hard and fast. I could see it on his face as he concentrated and occasionally closed his eyes. He was trying to reach orgasm. Julia could tell. "Please don't cum in me," Julia begged, coming out of her trance for a moment.

I hoped he would comply. The thought of some thug depositing his filthy essence in my lovely bride was more than I knew I could take. At least she was on the pill and wouldn't get pregnant, but I shuddered to think of what diseases the rapist might be carrying.

"Don't worry, we don't leave DNA evidence," Tall guy said.

He fucked the shit out of my wife now as Short Guy and I looked on. I noticed at this point that a subtle shift had occurred without my noticing, possibly while I was concentrating on getting used to my own rape or watching him gape her. Her brow was sweaty from her exertion, but her weeping had stopped. She was looking forward now, her hands out front instead of limp by her side. It was hard to tell, but she seemed to be bracing herself against his forward thrusts or even pushing back a little. 

Then what Julia did next removed all doubt as to whether she was aroused or not. I could see her muscles tense slightly in her face as she held her breath for a few seconds. This is just how Julia's body responded. When she approached orgasm, she would often have a mini one just for before the big one, not quite yet at the point of release. It didn't seem to be a real orgasm, but it was still a distinct event with its own physiological consequences. I knew her pussy was flooding his cock with a warm bath of fresh juices, and her tunnel was dilating more. Her flesh was becoming more sensitive, and the pleasurable feelings inside her were growing stronger. Then I saw her nose crinkle up in concentration as she started breathing and grunting again. This was always her next step. She was fluttering her toned pussy muscles, aggressively milking his cock to help her get off.

I'd been with many women, and Julia did this better than any of them. When this happened during our lovemaking, it was always the beginning of the end. The pleasure delivered to my own cock would go up exponentially with her skilled movements. I could never hold my load once this happened, and Tall Guy was no exception to the rule. When he realized what was happening, he slowed his thrusts to appreciate the sensations along his long cock as my wife honored him with her gift. After a few deep more thrusts, he let out a triumphant moan and, to my horror, proceeded to empty himself inside her unprotected pussy.

"Yeah, I lied, take my load, bitch," he said, grinding hard against her with his cock inserted all the way as he leaned down and put his weight on her torso. 

"Eww, I can feel it. Gross," Julia said.

Tall Guy leaned over the bed and put his weight on her, suffocating my beautiful wife as his spasms slowed, then he quickly pulled out of her and moved out of the way. Immediately as the cock vacated, semen flowed out quickly behind it, a small river coating her large clitoral hood before dripping to the carpet. Despite its high viscosity, there was so much of it that it pushed out of her easily. Then the flow stalled, a white drop showing at her entrance, the rest inside waiting to slowly drip out later.

The mixed emotions hit me again. There was no doubt seeing her ooze a plentiful creampie appealed to my kinky side, as my consistent boner proved. But I was also ashamed as a feeling of disgust overcame me. My wife was dirty and used, and for a second I wondered if I could ever treasure her again.

Julia remained where she was, legs slightly spread, exhausted and afraid to move. I wished they would just leave so I could go to her and comfort her, but Short Guy hadn't finished yet. Tall Guy was now covering me with his weapon. Short Guy approached my Julia. "Stretch out on the bed, baby. You have to take care of me now."

Julia mustered her strength and climbed up on the bed. She relaxed on her back, her legs slightly spread. The motions caused her insides to adjust. Her vagina farted again, and a bit more of Tall Guy's load oozed out as she awaited her second rapist.

"Lift your legs, bitch. Let me in that nice pussy," Short Guy said. Julia had her head to the side, looking at me again. Fresh tears welled up in her red eyes as her confused emotions played games with her head. She lifted her legs as Short Guy took his cock which was still fresh with lube from my ass and brought it to her entrance. He wasn't gentle at all as he drove in to the hilt. She grunted softly, her pussy already stretched by Tall Guy's member. Short Guy transitioned to a new position, putting his arms behind Julia's knees, forcing her legs higher in the air and back toward her head. The position angled her vagina differently and made Short Guy's big dick feel even bigger. Julia felt a little bit of discomfort in this position even when I fucked her tiny pussy, and now she was taking a much bigger dick. Short Guy began a furious assault, his bloated balls slapping her upturned cheeks on each powerful thrust. 

"That's it, you little whore, take my fucking dick," Short Guy said. He continued to taunt and demean her pretty much the entire time he fucked her. He reached down and pinched her nipples cruelly, causing her to cry out in pain and leaving them swollen and red atop her tiny chest.

I had a great view, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit I enjoyed seeing that large black cock pounding my wife's pussy. It was so much different than when I fucked her. The black member contrasted well against the natural red head's pale skin. Julia's large pussy lips usually closed and bunched up above my dick when I was in her hole. But with Short Guy, you could see the angle change as they were spread wider, the large labia remaining parted until they finally met at her clitoral hood. As the thicker cock forced her vagina to open more to the sides, it also retracted the clitoral hood nicely and pulled it downward, causing it to occasionally rub against his thick shaft. Julia's grunts were louder and more animalistic, perhaps even out of her control as the cock changed her anatomy as she adapted to more size. Her breathing was more labored as she dealt with the stress and increased arousal the cock brought.

It didn't take long for my wife to start to enjoy it, just like I thought she did at the end of Tall Guy's rape. Julia's indifferent, soft grunts grew loader and began to even sound like moans of pleasure. She didn't just stare blankly at me, she started looking at her rapist also and seemed to be encouraging him.

Short Guy's angle of penetration in this position ensured his large cockhead banged against the roof of her pussy and hit her G-spot in ways it had never been stroked before, then pushed past and rubbed against it as the head drove into the back of her pussy and filled her up. Her pussy was also stretched more than it had ever been, and she was starting to really like the intense friction as the large unit stimulated all the rich nerve endings in her expanded tunnel. This added to the extra stimulation of her clit the larger penis offered. She might have hated the thug, but his dick did more for her than mine ever could.

The next time her eyes met mine, her face had a contorted look to it that I had seen many times before while going down on her. It was her look just before climax. This time it wouldn't just be the mini one she had with Tall Guy. He had built her up, and Short Guy would take her the rest of the way home and make her cum. Each of her groans was in response to a wave of pleasure building on the previous one as she approached her apex and inevitable release. She deserved to cum, so I hoped it would happen.

Short Guy adjusted his position, moving his hands from behind her knees and laying his muscular chest flat on her, squashing her tiny tits. He faced away from her and seemed to be concentrating, perhaps also trying to cum. This allowed Julia to push her legs down and plant her feet on the bed. She lifted her butt slightly, changing the angle of attack to add just enough extra clitoral stimulation to push her over the edge. Suddenly she screamed as a huge orgasm originating from all the G-spot stimulation joined with the sensations in her swollen clit and rocked her world. It wasn't just a soft grunt or squeal like it was when she came with me, rather this was more primal and out of control, a true release of tons of pent up energy. I don't think Julia realized how loud she was cumming.




Rape Fantasy Goes Wrong



I watched in amazement as Julia's entire body responded to the powerful orgasm. Muscles rippled beneath her flesh in her arms and legs. I knew this was new ground for her. Something inside her had responded differently due to the new, powerful emotions she was experiencing, as well as the unfamiliar large size. This was undoubtedly the best orgasm of her life. It certainly seemed to last longer. As it trailed off, her moans turned to giggling for a few seconds, then those turned to sobs as her emotional roller coaster took her for a ride. Her tears were fresh as she lived through the guilt of actually enjoying the rape.

I was blown away. I had fucked Julia countless times before, most times significantly longer than this guy had plowed her. But I had never made her cum from penetrative sex alone. She needed me to go down on her, or she used a vibrator on her clit while I fucked her. This orgasm originated deep inside her and proved that I was incapable of satisfying her in ways that this rapist with his giant cock could. It was humbling to say the least.

"Holy shit, you made her cum," Tall Guy said.

Short guy didn't respond to the comment. Instead, he went ahead and asserted himself on how the act would end. "I'm going to come on your face. You keep your mouth open or I'll smash your teeth in, bitch."

Short Guy Put his head on the left side now, blocking my eye contact with Julia. Tall Guy didn't object as I took a couple steps back and moved behind the lovers to admire the penetration from below. I watched his rippling ass muscles as Short Guy propelled his cock into my wife at a faster pace as he struggled to climax. I had a great view of his balls slapping her ass cheeks and her pussy tight around his shaft. She was beautiful in this position, her large labia clinging to him tightly on each withdrawal. His cock was wet, as was the bed underneath her. My wife was oozing lubrication at a rate I had never seen from her.

Short Guy was ready. He slid up from between her legs and straddled her chest, his large cock fully erect as he hovered over her tits. If my wife had even modest-sized breasts and wasn't almost flat, he could have titty fucked her form this position. But instead he pumped his cock twice himself. "I'm cumming," he muttered. I admired his skill as he seemed to pull out of Julia's pussy right at his point of no return, but was able to casually move up to her face before pulling the trigger at will.

Julia remembered his threat and opened her mouth. She enjoyed taking my loads in the face, having done it many times, but I wasn't sure how she felt about someone else using her like this. Short Guy let out a loud groan, his large cockhead right at the tip of her outstretched tongue. The first volley was plentiful, hitting somewhere on the roof of her mouth with a copious trail of goo following it and spraying her tongue. His small convulsions threw off his aim, so the next volley went into her hair and left a couple drops on her cheek and nose. He grabbed a handful or her hair and jerked her head to hold her close, firing off five or six plentiful shots that were more accurate, leaving her mouth and lips a sticky mess.

Julia coughed a little halfway through, her fully reclined position making it harder to guard her airway as the semen pooled in the back of her mouth. I was impressed. Short Guy's loads were much larger than mine, and his ejaculatory pressure was higher. As he finished, he slapped her face a few times aggressively with his cock to further demean her and spread a few more drops around. My wife's mouth closed slightly, some of the semen coming out the left corner of her mouth, but she made no move to clean herself up or interact with us. She swallowed reflexively, making some of his disgusting semen a permanent deposit.

When Short Guy was done ejaculating, he reached back and grabbed her left hand. With a quick jerk, he pulled off the diamond engagement ring she was wearing, leaving the less expensive wedding band behind. She barely noticed, too weak and far gone perhaps to care. I think it might have been the first time the ring had come off in years. "You don't deserve to wear this. You won't be needing it anymore. Do you think your man is going to want to be with a slut that enjoyed getting turned into a cum dumpster for two black dudes? Your marriage is over. You're a dirty little whore now, and not worth anything to anyone." Then he slapped her cheek hard enough to turn her face to the side and make her squeal in surprise, but not hard enough to make much of the thick cum she was wearing on her face slide off.

Short Guy slid off her and put his pants back on, then both men had their guns trained on us again. Tall Guy took the lead with the farewell speech. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay in this room until we're long gone. If you call the police and report this, they won't find us. But we'll find you, and we'll kill you."

And just like that, they were gone. My wife didn't even move, she just stayed limp on the bed. She still had cum on her face, her legs slightly spread with the sticky remnants of an earlier load still on her genitalia. I was worried about her, but I couldn't go to her yet. The front door slammed. I peered between the blinds on our window overlooking the street to see the two men get into a car and speed off. Something wasn't right. They had parked right in front of the house, and I quickly read the license plate. How could they be so careless?

But as I considered these things and went out of the bedroom towards the front, I realized I had already forgotten their plate number. And because I was trying to focus on that, I hadn't even noticed what kind of car it was. "Blue sedan" wouldn't be enough to help the police. The stress was clouding my mind.

When I got to the front door, I was shocked at what I saw. All the stuff that they had taken, including passports, money, and jewelry was in a neat pile in the floor. I had a small table by the door, and a single white rose was left in a small vase. Next to it was the engagement ring and a business card with just the mysterious company's name on it. It was all part of the act. The only thing missing was the $500 I had left on the table for them as previously agreed. It was now payment for services rendered.

I came back to the room with the rose. It was white, which stood for innocence and secrecy. I guess it was half correct; we certainly wouldn't be telling anyone else about these humbling events. Julia hadn't moved, and she met my eyes and noticed the rose. I told her the news. "I'm so sorry, love. I don't know how I could have let this happen to you."

She skipped the small and got right to the point. "It was amazing. Start to finish, I loved every minute." She still seemed dazed, but I could tell she meant every word.

I was shocked, but if I had been paying closer attention to her needs and fantasies, I wouldn't have been. It shouldn't have made any sense, but yet it did. Julia didn't have any psychological problems. There was no childhood abuse, no weird sadomasochism. But it wasn't just the pleasurable part of the rape at the end she liked. She even enjoyed the pain, the humiliation, the threats, the loss of control, all of it. And I had to wonder, was there anything really wrong with that? I had to admit, I enjoyed getting fucked also. Maybe we were too worried about what society told us what was acceptable.

"I only have one concern," she said. I waited. "Were they right? That you wouldn't want to be with me anymore?" As if to accentuate that point, Julia still had semen on her face. A large dollop was below her nose and had worked its way down to the edge of her lip. She didn't bother to wipe it or any of the rest of it off or to lick her lips. She apparently felt she deserved to wear the evidence for a while as punishment. Her right eye was already starting to swell, with blood pooling behind the skin from Short Guy's punch.

This was actually a good question, one I didn't know the answer to until she asked. But the entire night had been one of self-discovery for me too. My true feelings were obvious to me now. "I loved watching them take you. I loved it when I was forced also." I sat on the bed next to her and held out my hand for her. I took the ring and put it back on her finger, and she finally allowed herself a small grin, and there was definitely a hint of mischief in it.

I leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss before backing up a few inches to look in her eyes. Her lips were slightly sticky from leftover cum, but the taste was faint so far. I had never tasted semen, but now I was very curious. I stuck out my tongue and pulled in most of the large drop clinging to her upper lip into my mouth. The taste was stronger now, slightly sweet and smelling of ammonia. I knew I was rock hard without looking. It was a huge turn on, not necessarily because I liked the taste, but because I knew it was someone else's load after violating my wife.

I kissed her again, this time our tongues intertwined inside in each other's mouths. She had cum in her mouth still also, and now the scent and taste hit me really hard. There were a lot of kisses in our marriage worth remembering, the first one after our third date, the one when we said "I do", but none topped that one, when we shared someone else's load. There was so much emotion in that kiss: the surprise that we loved each other more after what we'd gone through, the kinky aspect of sharing a load, and the leftover adrenaline from getting raped.

There was a clingy aspect and desperation to her kiss. I could tell she needed us to be intimate and reclaim our relationship after sharing ourselves. The kiss still lasted for a long time as I knelt over her on the bed. Gradually, the essence of Short Guy's load faded, and then Julia moved her leg closest to me to my other side, pulling me between her legs. I wanted to go down her and take a closer look at her ravaged pussy. I knew by now that that would really turn me on. But Julia did not allow it. She reached down between her legs, finding my rock hard cock and bringing it to her moist lips.

Her hand guided me as I continued to kiss her. I pressed forward into her, sliding effortlessly to the hilt in her blown out pussy. It was like she was a completely different woman. I had expected changes but was still shocked by what I found.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah," I replied. "Can you feel the difference?"

"I can't really feel anything," she said.

I began to pump in and out. We continued to kiss, and our love for each other and the emotional connection was stronger than ever, but it was impossible to ignore the lack of fireworks down below. I realized now this was why in my email I had requested a smaller penis. It wasn't because I was worried a large one would hurt Julia. It was because I was insecure and didn't want to feel like less of a man when I went after him. And that is exactly what had happened. I felt tiny now, almost irrelevant. But I was surprised at how much I liked that, and how much I enjoyed the feel of her loose pussy. 

I could tell Julia was getting annoyed. She was always the best fuck I'd ever had among the many women I'd bedded. Her high rating arose from the proactive way she fucked. She gyrated her hips and responded to my thrusts with just the right pressure and skilled movements to get me off. She also had excellent internal control with her strong muscles to grip and manipulate my penis. These were muscles she trained often through a strict kegeling routine just so she could be a better lover. All of that was gone. She was in missionary position, which limited her movements already. And on the inside, Julia was a new woman, her vagina unable to close the gap and grip my shaft like the old days.

Julia broke the kiss of after a few minutes, looking away from me and clearly agitated. "You're too small. I think they ruined me. Their dicks were so big."

"They did. It will never be the same. But it won't change how I feel about you."

"Me either," she said, smiling at me. The connection we had was hard to explain. We were not putting each other down, but rather were feeding into the rape fantasy, continuing to acknowledge our submissive moods. It turned us on to talk like this. I looked into my wife's eyes as we both tried to cum, knowing we couldn't, and I'd never loved her more or been more excited to fuck her.

Before in our extensive sex life, Julia's pussy was in a varying state of texture and tightness depending on her arousal and other factors, but one thing was always consistent: from the moment I buried my cock in her, it was a battle of wills not to cum too fast. That was no longer the case. She was definitely a lot looser, and I just could not get the necessary stimulation to climax despite being hornier than I had ever been. I was always a hard cummer, perhaps from too much masturbation as a teenager getting used to a tight grip. It's one of the things I liked about Julia. Her tightness helped me get home.

I began to fuck her harder, desperate to increase the stimulation and end the act. I knew Julia must be getting raw, and I was sweating on her a lot by now. She was frustrated too, her pussy unable to fulfill its purpose and get me off. I had to concentrate and try to find angles that worked, and even then I could only get so close to a climax. It was even more frustrating since I had never been so horny in all my life and knew I could bring myself off in about two seconds. I gave up and went to the backup plan. "Hold on," I said and pulled out. I pumped my cock a few times, quickly sending me to the point of no return. "Here it comes," I groaned, plunging myself back into her sloppy wet pussy as I ejaculated.

She laughed and smiled as I finally finished. "Good job, husband," she said.

It felt good to finally empty myself of all the built up hormones. It also reassured me somewhat to fill up her pussy and perhaps displace some of her first rapist's semen inside her. But as soon as my arousal left me as my refractory period began, the guilt set in. Looking into my lover's eyes, one of which was swollen, didn't help. But I could see behind those eyes into her mind and knew we would be okay. We would never be the same together, but the night had brought us closer.

I recalled the company we had contracted with had a satisfaction guarantee program. We did not contact them for any refunds. They were worth every penny of what they charged us.

We moved on with our lives after that strange night, neither of us bearing any psychological scars. I did notice differences in Julia's pussy that were permanent. She tightened back up a little, but she was never the same as before. The difference was subtle, but I was sure of it. Nevertheless, after that night, our sex life was even better. Instead of her needing big dick, she was even more satisfied with mine despite the difference. She could also orgasm now during intercourse, not just oral sex. It was as if she had learned how to orgasm this way after the black men had broken the ice and taught her how her body worked.

I never had any other bi experiences, but Julia still strapped one on for special occasions, and I enjoyed thinking of that moment when a complete stranger forced me to bend over so he could fuck me in the ass.

The whole idea of living the rape fantasy was still a very stupid idea and could easily have ended in disaster, as I learned researching it after the fact. Interestingly, a few months later I was in Target and saw Short Guy. I passed him in frozen foods. He was dressed in a suit and tie, indicating perhaps his sex adventures dressed as a gangster were his second job or a hobby. He recognized me, and we just nodded appreciatively at each other as we passed.



Rape Fantasy, Guilt ,& Shame



 "Dear Lynn

Intelligent women don't - good girls never do - loving wives shouldn't -- and yet being all three of these I most certainly do. I've read some non-consent stories that have caused me to almost physically attack my husband to have my wicked way with him. 

I request your next essay have to do with women's guilt and shame regarding rape/control fantasies. An intelligent woman understands the difference between a sexual fantasy and an adventure that she wants on her bucket list. Doesn't she?

GrumpyGamby"

Dear Grumpy

Of course she does. (That is her ego does.) The problem is that her id may not. Dr. Freud's theories went too far and modern psychiatric thought is correcting many of his excesses. However, there remain certain key elements of truth in Freud's psychoanalysis. And, the simple concept of ego, superego, and id remains useful; as does his notion that the failure of these three parts of ourselves to communicate properly can cause us difficulty. 

Some time ago I saw a movie in which an imprisoned Paul Newman was being savagely beaten by prison guards as the warden looks on and says, "What we have here, is a failure to communicate!" One part of our personality can be savagely beaten by another part, if there is a failure to communicate. 

Freud was quite correct that repression of feelings we do not wish to have, can make such failure to communicate far more likely. Repressing a desire into our subconscious does not make the desire go away -- it is still there. It may still cause fear or anger or arousal, but because it is repressed we do not understand why we are afraid or angry or aroused. In previous essays I have mentioned the panic or anger that can occur in the repressed homosexual or the repressed voyeur-cuckold, when the feeling that is repressed is brought too near the surface.

I believe that women's guilt and shame regarding rape/non-consent fantasies are quite analogous with the above examples, but involve arousal. As I noted in an earlier essay, rape fantasies are quite common and normal. And, they are on a continuum with, not distinct from, women's sexual desire fantasies. An intelligent woman understands enough about the natural selection of her DNA to understand why she is so strongly attracted to a powerful man. Her genes tell her that her children have a better chance of survival with a powerful man.

It is a fact, worldwide, that men prefer women with a broad ass. Why? A broad ass means a wide pelvic birth canal, which means safer birth for large headed babies (with big brains). A man may not know why he likes a woman with a nice ass -- but his DNA knows and makes him like it. Big brains, of course, make men more likely to be powerful and more attractive to women, whose chances of "getting lucky" are increased if they have a nice ass. And so Darwin goes. The fact that most folks have no understanding of these things does not keep them from operating to improve the species.

Think of the sixteen-year-old girl in a parked car with her seventeen-year-old boyfriend whose hand does what seventeen-year-old hands do. It feels good but then she hears her mother's voice in her head, "Nice girls don't let boys touch them there." Counselors sometimes call this the "parent tape" meaning it is a recording of the advice of parents, played in your head. It is, of course, the superego

Consider the following vignette about a woman with good communication between her ego, superego, and id: 

Ego: Well, here we are again on this damn late shift busting our butt, understaffed, trying to get every patient taken care of, and that damn sink stops up and runs over. At least the plumber got here to fix it.

Superego: Don't forget about Mrs. Evans. She's gonna need her morphine shortly. You know it depresses her respiration. Should we call Dr. Jones about that?

Ego: I talked to him yesterday. He said her cancer couldn't be cured. It's better to control her pain even if it does depress her respiration. 

Superego: I agree. But, not too much morphine. We still need to watch her closely. Her daughter should have another chance to talk to her before she goes.

Id: Jesus! Did you see that plumber?

Ego: What about him?

Id: His chest! Look at the hair on his chest. It's so thick and curly!

Superego: Stupid slut! Will you shut up and let us do our work.

Id: Think about how good that hair would feel rubbing against our tits.

Ego: Come on Id. Super is right. We've got work to do.

Id: Did you smell his sweat when he walked by? He smells like a real man.

Ego: I smelled the man-smell and I saw the chest hair and I like it as much as you do. But we've got work to do.

Id: Maybe later, then. We can sneak off with him when he finishes the sink. Walk over there and let him see our legs. He's under the sink and we're wearing a short skirt.

Superego: Will you shut the hell up? That's immoral!

Id: What does immoral mean?

Superego: You don't know anything about right and wrong. You horny bitch! Now look what you've done. You've got our pussy getting wet. Stop that!

Id: Getting our pussy wet is my job. I'm just doing my job.

Superego: Come on Ego! Will you take care of that horny bitch?

Ego: Look Id, let me explain something. Our loving hubby is a surgical resident busting his butt, working long hours for peanuts. Next year he'll be in practice and we won't have to work the late shift. We'll be having cocktails with the ladies at the club. Do you have even the remotest idea what would happen if our hubby caught us banging that plumber? Our collective ass would be grass! Forget about the hair on his chest! Forget about the man-smell! We just can't fuck him!

Superego: I'm ashamed of you! You're saying we'd do it if we could get away with it? For shame! We're not doing it because it's wrong!

Ego: Whatever you like. But we're not doing it.

Id: Okay, but can we just walk over there and sniff a little bit. He smells so damn good.

It is easy to see how this example illustrates good communication. Our nurse knows what her body is doing and knows how she is dealing with it and why. But, imagine what might happen if the feedback from her Id had been shut off -- repressed because it is so "naughty." The horny feeling would still be there. The wet pussy would still be there. She just wouldn't know why she was horny and wet and she would feel guilty and maybe angry at her guilt. We would have a "failure to communicate."

Men have a superego too and it operates much like ours. When out of control, it can lead to the "Burn-the-bitch" comments in response to loving wives who are unfaithful. We see this routinely on Literotica. It is amusing to taunt these guys -- to pull their chains, as many of you have seen me do. 

But I think society has given women a much more powerful superego than it has given men -- and further, I think women more often repress the "naughty" thoughts of their ids, and feel guilty. It is much more healthy for a woman, understanding her biology, to say to herself something like, "It would really be fun to fuck that plumber but there's no way I can get away with it, so I'll just think about him tonight in bed." Such a woman is not troubled by rape/non-consent/arousal feelings.

Now there are some of you out there who would call that woman a slut, because you cannot imagine a healthy moral woman wanting to fuck. But that is because you don't understand what Id meant when she said, "I'm just doing my job." And, maybe for you, you don't realize that your id is doing her job, but you are repressing it. 

We allow men so much more latitude. All of us know what our men folk are thinking when they watch a well-filled bikini walk by on the beach -- but we don't blame them for it, because we expect it. Why the hell should they blame us? We've got genes of our own driving us, just like they do. There are of course, very real, biological reasons that nature selects women who have stronger superegos, but I'll save that for another time.

One final point. There are many subtleties in the possible interactions of the ego, id, and superego. For example, with poor communication, a rape fantasy may allow a woman's ego to say to her superego, "Well, I didn't want to do it! Don't blame me! He forced me!" To which any woman with good inner communication will respond, "Yeah, baby, sure, we all understand." 



Rape Fantasy



“Aaaagh” she cried. “Yes, rape me! I want to be raped by all of you! I’ll do anything you want.” 

After throwing a large cushion on the floor, Bruce untied her swollen tits, All 3 men took turns alternately sucking and biting her nipples. They were so sensitive now, that each time they would bite her nipples, it caused her to cry out. If anything, that drove all 3 men on. Steve released her hands from the cuffs. Then he said, “All right you white whore, on your knees bitch! Start sucking my black cock slut, and I want to hear you moaning and wet sucking sounds whore!” She immediately grabbed his huge cock and began to suck on it like the cock craving whore she now was. He grabbed the back of her head and began fucking her mouth. The other 2 men pulled her arms back and placed her hands on their rock hard cocks. She soon found a rhythm of stroking their cocks as Steve was raping her mouth. He pulled his glistening cock out of her mouth making an audible wet sucking noise. He stepped over to the cushion on the floor and lay on his back. “Get over here slave. I’m gonna rape that white pussy.” She eagerly straddled him and began to sink to her knees. She needed cock, and now. But he only let her get her pusy lips over his huge cock before he grabbed her tiny waist and stopped her. She whimpered and strained to insert his cock. “Beg me bitch! Tell me how bad you want my big black cock in your cunt!”

“Oh please fuck me! I need you inside me. I want to be your white bitch. I want you to rape me!” In one motion, he lifted her slightly, and moved her directly over his cock. Then, he slammed the entire length of it into her at once, driving in all the way to the base of his shaft. She threw her head back and screamed. “It’s too big, I can’t take all of it!” 

“Good bitch, I want it to hurt. I’m gonna tear up that white pussy with this big nigger dick. Scream you fucking whore!” As she opened her mouth to scream again, Terry grabbed her head, pulled it forward, and began to fuck her face. The cock in her mouth muffled her screams as Steve kept ramming his cock into her throbbing pussy. Just when she started relaxing on Steve’s huge cock, she felt Bruce’s cock pushing into her tight ass. This drove her over the edge. As Bruce drove the full length of his cock up her ass, she began to cum. She had never had an orgasm like this. Her whole body was quivering. The orgasm traveled up and down her entire body in waves of pleasure. She was now enjoying the huge black cock that was trying to split her in half with its violent thrusts. All three men were pulling her hair, squeezing her tits and nipples, and calling her a whore, nasty slut, cock sucking whore, tramp, and anything else that came to their now sex-crazed minds. Then they switched places. Terry was now on the floor, and Bruce in front of her. She began to whimper, realizing that Steve was about to fuck her in the ass. Steve pulled her head back by her hair, and shoved his long tongue down her throat until she felt she would gag. 

“Bitch, I’m going to fuck that tight white ass of yours so hard, you won’t want me to stop. I’m going to make you my white whore, and you’ll be begging me to come over all the time and fuck your ass.” She felt the massive head of his cock pushing against her asshole. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, as he slowly pushed all his thick 9” cock into her wet and stretched asshole. As he began to pound harder and harder, she began another violent orgasm. It was then that all 3 men began to fill every hole of her voluptuous body with hot, thick, cum. They rolled her over on her back and drained the rest of their cum all over her as she lay their writhing and moaning. She began to rub the sticky cum all over her. 

“That’s how a whore is raped bitch!” Bruce said. 

She looked up at them, and said, “I want more. I want 5 cocks to rape me.” 

“I think that can be arranged, slut”, said her husband.



Rape Gang Ch. 1



Christina got home late one night from work, she so tired that didn't realize that her front door was unlocked. She gets inside and immediately drops down to the couch in the living room and turns on the TV. She flips through the channels finding nothing on but infomercials. She then realizes that there is a tape in the VCR, she pushed play and realizes its an old episode of ER. 

She recognizes it as one in series where a serial rapist is taking old women. The scene is one where they just wheeled one victim and they cut off her shirt and the word "whore" is written on her with black magic marker. Despite her exhaustion and violence of rape she begins to get a little turned on. She reaches under her skirt and begins to rub her blonde pussy through her sheer white panties. As she does this she absentmindedly says "mmmm I wish that were me." A voice suddenly calls out behind her, "I thought you'd never ask!" Cristina suddenly feels a cool cloth on her face and then she becomes unconscious. 

She wakes up slowly and realizes that she is not in her house anymore. As she begins to see and feel things again she realizes that she is naked, gagged and off the ground, suspended in some kind of leather swing chained to the ceiling. Her ankles are in fur coated leather straps that are also chained to the ceiling separately. She tries to move her arms but they chained the exact same way. She follows the chains upwards with her eyes and sees that they are attached to tracks and grooves in the ceiling, which allow them to move in all directions. 

"Admiring my handy work?" A voice suddenly says in the darkness in front of her. A thin but muscular man walks into the low circle of light towards Christina. She assumes it's the man who took her. She couldn't tell who he was because he wore a leather bondage mask. She looks him over for distinguishing marks and notices he is hung like a donkey. It's about 6 and half inches soft and his ball sac is the size of a small grapefruit.

"God, he must be huge when he's hard" she thinks to herself. Her mind tells her that it's just a fat piece of man meat, but her body responds differently, making her blonde thatch get moist. He sees that she is looking him over and smiles as his cock starts to twitch and harden. She sees his reaction to her and she begins to get worried but that doesn't stop her from getting more turned on by the sight of his hardening fuckstick. 

"Oh yeah, you are one fine piece of work" he says running his hands over Christina's 34-dd breasts and plump ass. "Shaped just like an hourglass, and you are finally all mine!" He exclaims lustfully. Christina's body betrays her as she responds to his caresses with a moistening pussy and hardening nipples. He leans down and starts to nip, lick and suck Christina's big titties. He massages them in his hands as works his way to each hardening nipple.

"Alright that's enough for you, for now." He says as retreats back into the darkness surrounding her. He comes back out seconds later with a remote control in his hands. He pushes a button and a light comes on in front of them. In the center of the light there is a metal frame bed with four metal poles at the corners and 2 old mattresses on it. Tied to the four corners of the bed, naked, gagged and spread eagled is an older woman. 

"She must be at least 50." Christina thinks to herself. She is still in good shape, barely any cellulite and her veins and arteries are just slightly showing through her skin. The old woman is also a blonde, natural Christina can tell because of the old lady's thick thatch of blonde hair covering her oversized pussy lips. The thing that really stands out on this lady is her gigantic breasts. They are so large that they are lolling to her sides because of her position on the bed. Christina can't tell how big they really are because she is lying down. "They must be really impressive when she stands up." she accidentally said out loud, much to the delight of her captor.

"They are indeed and they look even better when she's in action." Her captor said evilly. He continues, "The people who wrote that episode of ER got it wrong you know." he says while running his finger tips along her belly, "I don't just rape old ladies and I certainly don't rape them alone." 

Just as he said that Christina knew what was going to happen. Two other men suddenly come out of the darkness next to the bed. They are both naked except for the fact that they were wearing bondage masks like her captor. One is kind've short and pudgy but the other one is tall but not as muscular as her captor. The only thing these two have in common is their unusual cocks. 

"God! Are these guys brothers or something!" Christina thinks. "Just lay back and enjoy the show," her captor says and he cues them to go at it. They turn around and look at the old lady tied to the bed and they begin to stroke their cocks to get them hard. Pudgy gets hard first and moves between her legs, he licks his fingers and wets her blond mound to get it ready. He then positions his fat cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. The old lady thrashes her head from side to side when she feels it but it's no use. Pudgy just rears back and slams his himself into her cunt and fucks her rough. 

"Oooohh this old pussy is tight!" pudgy says out loud as rams her over and over. Just then Tall man finally got his cock hard, it was thin like him, but really long. He dangled it over her lips then forced most of the length in her mouth and down her throat. "Aaahh! Her mouth isn't bad either!" Tall said out loud as he face fucked her. From Christina's vantage point the guys were just slam fucking her from both ends, they didn't stop or let up for at least 40 minutes. In that time all they did was switch around a few times. When they were finally about to cum, pudgy was in her mouth and tall was fucking her. Tall suddenly pulled his dick from her pussy, straddled her chest, wrapped her huge melons around his cock and fucked them. 

Pudgy then cried out and unloads his cum in her mouth until it began to run out all over her face and neck. Tall continues to just punish her boobs with his slim Jim, grabbing and squeezing her breasts like silly putty. He finally cums and splatters it all over her face, neck and boobs. Both guys slump on to the bed next to her, catching their breaths and looking at the job they did on the old lady. 

Christina was totally shocked. Not because of the terror or the good possibility that she was next but by the fact that she was now incredibly horny. Her captor somehow sensing that, came from behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He strokes her soft tummy almost lovingly, mmmm it's almost time baby" he slowly drawls, "but not yet." With that he puts his horse cock between her restrained and spread legs and teasingly saws it back and forth over her moist snatch. 

"Ohhh god just put it in" she thinks, then comes to her senses, "what am I doing, I'm actually getting hot for the guy who's going to rape me or possibly let his friends rape me!" With those thoughts she begins to struggle again. "Oh I see you need another demonstration of our superiority," her captor says with mock amusement. "Hey you alive over there!?" He yelled to the guys on the bed. Pudgy lifted his head up "Well at least I am" looking down and showing off his hardening monster. "Well then get to it," her captor says with an evil grin.

Pudgy grins back and begins to untie the old lady's hands and feet. Tall just then regains some signs of life and looks what his partner in crime is doing. Pudgy picks her up off the bed and positions her on all fours on the bed. He takes his time and fondles her huge hanging breasts as he moves her around. He then surprises Christina, not getting behind the old lady for doggie style but slowly positioning himself underneath her. He reaches up and puts his hands on her big ass and begins to knead it like so much dough. He lowers her and then teases her with the big purple head of his cock. He runs it up and down her bid red pussy lips, all of the sudden Christina sees moisture on the head and along the old lady's pussy. 

She has an odd look on her face as if she was fighting something, but Christian couldn't see any signs that she was putting up a struggle. Pudgy looks like he's had enough teasing and quickly slams her fleshy tail down on his monster organ. He grunts and groans as he forces her to ride his horse dicked body over and over. She finally starts to respond to the movement after being limp and just taking it. Tall finally responds to the action himself by grabbing his long, semi-hard cock and stroking it. Once he was completely hard he got behind the couple rocking on the bed. "Oh my god, he wouldn't!" Christina yells out loud. "Oh yes I would!" Tall replies while shoving his slim Jim up her ass. The old lady lets out an ear-piercing scream as these two guys ream her at the same time. Tall does seem to have some pity for her, he takes a bottle of baby oil off the floor and pours it all over her ass crack and his cock. Then he plunges back in and gets back into the rhythm. They just keep giving it to her and over and over again, while one thrusts in the other pulls out and vice versa. 

Christina couldn't take much more, "I'm soooo horny!" She uses the muscles in her legs and arms to try to get some relief by sawing her pussy against her captor's hard cock that is still next to her pussy. He pulls away from her "Nuh Uh, that would be cheating, you'll get it when I SAY you'll get it." Christian just groans with frustration and turns back to watch the 3 some in front of her. The two animals are still pounding into her abused holes, they are completely into the rape and continue to show the old lady no mercy. Their cocks are making loud slurping noises as they go in and out of her orifices. Their balls can be heard slapping into her and each other's as they power fuck her into oblivion.

Christina's captor is now masturbating, pulling his huge cock this way and that. He walks over to the threesome rutting like animals on the bed, and stand over them for a minute. They actually slow down because the guys realize that he standing over them. Once they slowed down enough Christina's captor took hold of the old lady's head by her gray-blonde hair and rubbed his dick all over her face. He rubbed all over lips sliding it along her teeth until he shoved it all the way in. 

He throws his head back as he starts to face fuck her and the others guys speed their raping back up again. The old lady is now being really gang banged, and Christina admits to herself that she loves watching it. In about a minute all three guys rear their heads back and yell, as they all seem to cum inside her at once. Christina sees the white thick cum running out of all three holes while the guys ride out the rest of their climaxes. They all pull out and spurt the remainder of their cum all over her sweaty body. Pudgy and Tall put her between them and sandwich her between their bodies and hump her with their softening cocks. 

Pudgy is in back playing with her ass while Tall buries his head between her melons; they almost seem to be cuddling with her. Christina's captor walks over and whispers, "Well baby how'd you like that?" Before she could respond she feels another cool cloth on her face and just before she passes out, she hears him say, "Don't worry you'll be next!"

To Be Continued...



Rape Girl



Gentlemen - I do not recommend you try to recreate this situation if you don't know the difference between "no please don't & no please don't."

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I met her on a vanilla forum but of course, my profile was far from vanilla. We had a drink in a quiet bar on a Tuesday night and I enjoyed her smile and her openness. She hadn't said as much, but I could tell that she was yearning to meet someone that didn't ask her what she wanted. I never ask girls what they want anyway as I feel like it's my job to know. She probably wouldn't have had the answer if I did ask. She knew who she was meeting and what she was meeting me for and I enjoyed the fact that she was comfortable with it.

We sat and talked about our lives. She was a fashion designer with a small shop and a growing online audience. After the third drink I took her by the elbow and told her it was time to leave. She looked a little shocked but as I had expected, didn't protest as I led her from the bar and into a cab and dragged her into the room I had pre arranged. I fucked her hard and rough, hurting her and using her ass whilst never enquiring as to her comfort levels. I enjoyed watching her lay herself bare (both figuratively and physically) and just allow it to happen to her, just as she has always dreamt.

The next day I sat and pondered the look in her eye and all the things she didn't say as opposed to the things she did. I enjoyed the evening but felt like if I were to see her again, I should turn it up a little. I knew that there were dark, disturbing desires festering inside her, it was obvious. I knew that she wanted me to instinctively know what they were and I was pretty confident that I did. I also live my life as a race against monotony and I felt like ensuring this wouldn't be just another (although great,) encounter with a beautiful submissive girl.

She contacted me the next week asking if I'd like to "use" her again. I liked her choice of and quick adoption of the terminology and decided that it was time to put a long standing fantasy of mine into action by responding simply with "yes, but you won't know when, or where." She of course requested an explanation a number of times which I ignored and for a couple of weeks I revelled in the thought of her bewilderment. I haven't asked her but I'm pretty sure she spent a lot of nights contemplating the strange but arousing effect those words had had on her. The weeks turned into months and I hoped that she had begun to assume it was a one time thing and she'd never hear from me again.

I'd taken note of her home address the night I dropped her there in a taxi. I also researched her shop and located it nearby, casing it out one afternoon from the other side of the street. It sat in a row of shops on a busy street but it was small and self contained. She seemed to work alone most of the time and like any fashion store, had a few changing rooms located at the back. I decided that this was were it was going to happen.

I spent a few days going over it in my head. How would I ensure no one came in? What if I was wrong? I devised solutions to the problems that had them, and left the ones that didn't to chance. I knew I was taking a risk here but I've always been able to read people, especially submissive women. I'm rarely wrong and I felt like for both of our sakes, I needed to do this.

The day it happened I watched as a couple of ladies left the shop. She seemed to be working in a back room which is where she retired to when no one was around. The door had an old fashion bell that chimed as it opened and a "open/closed flip sign hanging on it. I couldn't see how it locked from there but I was hoping it had a bolt of some sort. She moved into the back room and I crossed the street, pushing the door open as gently as I could. As I'd hoped the bell didn't chime as I closed the door behind me. I was in luck and found a dead lock and flipped around the sign to read closed. I was in and she was totally unaware. A curtain separated the shop from the back room and I peered through to find her working at a desk. Taking my keys from my pocket I threw them into the middle of the shop so they hit the hard concrete floor and as hoped, got her attention. My heart raced as she walked through the curtain, straight past me and looked down at the keys.

She screamed into my palm as I wrapped one hand around her mouth and the other through both elbows and dragged her, in one movement toward the changing room. I knew this was a dangerous moment as the glass frontage looked over the busy street and I might easily be seen by a passerby. Once in the changing room I threw her against the wall and held her there by her throat, pulling the curtain across behind us and pausing for a moment to look at her. Both her hands were grasping at my wrist as she struggled to breath and as we looked at each other she shook her head and as best she could muster whispered, "no... Please."

That was exactly what I was hoping to hear and my excitement levels went vertical. Her light colourful summer dress was perfect for my needs and I turned her around and tore at her underwear until it ripped free and slid down one leg. She struggled as I held her against the wall, her face squashed firmly against it with all of my weight. "I don't want this, please...My boyfriend" was all I heard before I forced my cock inside her without a moments thought for her comfort and she let out a glorious, muffled scream.

I fucked her as hard as I could, slapping her when she protested and watching the tears roll down her face. I revelled in her orgasms as they cut through those tears and for a moment her pain turned to pleasure and then back to pain again. I knew she was conflicted now. She meant it when she said she didn't want this but her body wasn't playing ball and I loved the contradiction. When I was done, sweat pouring down my face I left without a word. She lay crumpled on the floor of the changing room as I collected my keys and disappeared into the crowd.

I spent the next week enjoying the memories but wondering if the police would show up (kidding.) I received just one word from her, "amazing," to which of course I didn't respond.

I've visited her at her home a couple of times since then. Always unannounced and I always get the same reaction, orgasms and fear. We don't talk otherwise, there are no debriefs. I'll continue to do so until she asked me to stop.

The end.



Rape is Silly



I do appliance repairs. It's fairly steady work as there's always something breaking down. Biggest business is washing machines and dish-washers. They cost too much to just replace when they break down and there are very few people who are going to try to cart a broken one down to the shop. They'd rather pay the callout fee.

I was at this house fixed a dish-washer. I didn't know what they'd been washing but it had seriously gunked up the machine. (Found out later that her husband had tossed part of his car engine into the dish-washer to see how well they cleaned up.)

The woman of the house was in her early twenties and very nicely built but seemed rather wary about having a strange man in the house. I can understand that. When I run into someone who's nervous about me being there, I just get real professional, with no small talk or trying to set the customer at ease. All business, that's me, and it tends to relax them.

So with this woman acting chary I was on my best behaviour, getting right down to it with barely a word to her. Turned out she's one of these women who can't bear being ignored. So I was in the odd situation of having a customer who didn't want to fraternise with the tradesman but felt insulted when the tradesman didn't seem to want to fraternise with her.

She lingered in the kitchen, wanting to know what I was doing, how long had I been a tradesman, how long was I going to be, and just talking to hear herself talking. 

There was a TV going in the background and during a pause in her talking a news bulletin came on. Part of the news was a commentary about some woman who'd been indecently assaulted and the cops were looking for the assailant. Mrs Harper sniffed indignantly at the news.

"They say indecently assaulted, but they mean rape," she snapped. "You men are monsters at times."

"Because of rape?" I asked off-hand. "Nah, not really. Rapes just a loser's game."

"So you're saying that you'd never rape a woman?" she said, a touch scornfully.

"Not on your life," I said derisively. "You need to be a real idiot to bother raping someone."

"Why do you say that?"

I paused in what I was doing and looked at her.

"There's a billion women in the world. Women like sex just as much as men and are quite happy to oblige a man if he approaches them the right way. If one turns you down you just walk away. The chances are the next one won't. To rape someone just shows you didn't have the guts to ask her first."

"You mean all you have to do is ask a woman and she'll jump into bed with you?" 

The woman sounded a bit scornful, obviously thinking I was full of myself.

"It's not quite as straight forward as that. Time, place, and manner of asking, count for a lot. Consider yourself. If I was to ask you right now to go to bed with me you'd be appalled and possibly frightened and would not be in a mood to agree. Correct?" 

"That's for sure," came a snappish response. 

"But why? After all, a man is paying a woman a compliment when he says he wants to sleep with her. He's telling her he finds her very attractive. Let's change the scenario slightly. If I met you down at the hotel and propositioned you, you might still say no, but you'd probably feel flattered. Not insulted or frightened. See the difference."

"What difference. I've still turned you down."

"True," I said with a grin. "But consider this. What would happen if I approached you in the pub and quietly offered you ten grand, payable in advance, to slip aside with me for a little while. The only people who would know about it would be you and me, and ten grand is ten grand. You'd be really flattered and I'm guessing you'd probably agree. Yes?"

She gave me a nasty look, but she was honest. 

"Possibly," she admitted.

"Fair enough. But if I walked up to you, slapped you on the bottom and said twenty bucks for a quickie in the lane outside, you'd probably slap my face.

You see. Same basic question but with four different responses. It's up to the man to pick the correct approach."

She was looking rather dubious, still thinking I was big-noting myself. I slid in the killer.

"You will note that in one of those scenarios you agreed to be with me. That shows you are not totally averse to having sex with me."

She gave me an appalled look and started spluttering.

"I said no such thing!"

"Actually, you did. And now you're wondering what it would be like if you did agree. Yes you are," I insisted, when she tried to deny it. "It's just basic human nature."

I muttered something rude about people who design dish-washers without a thought for the poor sod who has to fix it, and then continued.

"From the nasty looks you're giving me you're saying to yourself 'he's just a crude workman. His idea of fun would probably be to just pull down my pants, bend me over the nearest surface and bonk me with no consideration', and you're picturing it in your mind. And, might I add, you're flattering me. My equipment isn't anything like as large as you're imagining. I suspect a stallion would be hard pressed to match that image."

Her face was burning and I could see the little flaming arrows spearing at me. 

"Oh, you're quite the gallant, aren't you?" she said, almost snarling, she was so mad. "I suppose you have champagne and flowers tucked in with your tools, waiting to charm some poor unsuspecting housewife."

"Chance would be a fine thing," I said with a laugh. "No, the way I'd proceed would be to tell you to take your clothes off and wait until I'm ready. You would find yourself standing there, naked, waiting for me, knowing that I'm keeping an eye on you and wondering what it was going to be like. It would be like the first time all over again and the longer you wait the more nervous and excited you'll become."

For a moment I thought she was going to start jumping up and down, she was so mad.

"Do you really think you only have to tell me to get undressed and I'll do it?"

"Hmm. Do you want a polite answer or an honest one?" I asked her, and her eyes opened wide.

"You do. You really think I'll take my clothes off."

"I consider it a distinct possibility. I think you'll decide to strip just to show me what I'll be missing out on, knowing that you can always say no and get dressed again."

"Ha! So you're admitting that I won't have sex with you."

"No. Once you're naked you're going to be really aware that you're naked and that there is a man there wanting you. I suspect that you'll stay naked until I have time to attend to you. 

You might as well start now, or you'll run out of time. I'll be finished in about fifteen minutes."

I was quite surprised when she did. She was only wearing a shift dress and undies and it was the work of an instant to lift the shift dress over her head. Then undies promptly followed and she stood there glaring at me.

She glared even harder when I looked her over and nodded approvingly.

"Bella Donna," I murmured in appreciation, but continued with my work.

After a couple of minutes I could see her throwing nervous little glances at her clothes. Like I'd told her, she was feeling increasingly naked just standing there. Her nipples had peaked and she was starting to worry.

"Do you have a dressing table with a large mirror?"

She looked startled at the non sequitur, but nodded.

"Alright. Instead of standing there worrying, think of yourself on all fours on your bed, looking sideways at that mirror. You can see yourself quite clearly. As you watch you see me approaching you from behind. Now imagine you're seeing what follows."

I continued with my work, leaving her to stew. Her face was blazing and her breathing was deeper. Her imagination had caught hold of her and she was arousing herself far better than I could.

I finished the repairs and packed my tools away, moving quickly. Then I stood up and moved over to her and placed one hand gently on the small of her back.

"Show me the way to the bedroom," I said softly and she turned and walked off, almost in a dream.

I'd hit the jackpot where the mirror was concerned. The dressing table had a very large central mirror and two wing mirrors. I helped her onto the bed and she crouched there on hands and knees, looking at herself. The way those wing mirrors were angled she could see everything.

She may have intended to say no, but she had no breath with which to speak. She was just watching herself in the mirror while I unzipped and released the demon.

I'm reasonably well built, and I saw her eyes change direction slightly, zeroing in on me and my equipment. For my part, I could see her equipment nicely presented. Her lips were puffy and moist and inviting, so I accepted the invitation. She gave a little gasp as my cock nudged against her lips, then I drove forward and she was hot and wet and tight and ready.

Too ready, it turned out. I drove forcefully home and she climaxed. I couldn't believe it. I've heard of premature ejaculation, but a premature climax? She gave this trembling shriek and clamped down on me and shuddered as she climaxed, shivering under me. Then she sort of sagged onto the bed, me still firmly in place.

I'd like to say I waited patiently for her to recover but I really sat there fuming. My erection seemed to be getting larger every second I sat there waiting to use it. Fair play I guess. Now I know how she felt, waiting for me.

As soon as she showed signs of life I started moving. Very gently, of course. No need to panic the woman, and have her decide to cry off. I just started rocking gently back and forth and found her instinctively starting to move with me. By the time she was fully compos mentis we were already under way in quite a definite manner.

Her head suddenly swivelled to look in the mirror and I could see the shock on her face as she suddenly remembered who was entertaining her. I met her eyes in the mirror, continuing to press firmly home. She faltered for a second, recovered, and pressed firmly to meet me. 

I started to take nice long strokes, pulling back until I almost popped free, pushing back in with a firm stroke, banging hard enough against her to make her whole body jolt. Her eyes, I noticed, switched from my face to where I was joined to her, watching my erection plunge in and out, seeming fascinated by the action. 

I wasn't alone in the action, with her hips pushing up and back, meeting my thrust with élan. Now that she was fully engaged with what was happening my hands snaked around her and captured her breasts, soothing and teasing them as I took her.

I gave her a very respectable service, drilling into her again and again. Her early climax had left her highly excited and it didn't need much work on my part to build that excitement back up. The tricky part was trying to make sure I could hold her at that level without her firing off again before I was ready. Make that willing. I was ready to blow my cork, but not willing, wanting to keep on going until she was almost melting from need.

I almost succeeded, too. She became very vocal towards the end, demanding that I take her, pleading for me to drive home harder, faster, but most of all, now.

The pressure was too much for my poor gonads. Talk about use or lose. I started driving home faster, eager to finish. It only took a couple of harder strokes and she went off again, climaxing with a much louder scream and clamping down on me, demanding I climax and fill her with seed, which I obligingly did.

It's always a little tricky if you dally with the wife of a customer. I mean, when you're billing your chargeable time, do you include the entire time you were at the place or just the time you were working on the appliance?



Rape Me



Before you read this story I would like to stress that this is a fantasy. This did not happen and I do not condone or encourage non-consensual sex. 

This story is for a friend who was too scared to write it herself and I hope that she enjoys it. If you enjoy it too, please remember to vote accordingly and your feedback, as always is appreciated.

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My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I'm ashamed to say that because it's not something a woman should admit.

My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend's boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in that school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman's fantasy to be raped. 

I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I'd ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman wants to be hurt and degraded like that.

But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that. 

Every man I have been with knows that I'm no victim. I'm in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don't let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done my way, especially sex. 

That was until last year. I was living with a man called Gabe who I'd been dating for 18 months. He called one night to say that he was having a drink with the boys but I was really horny so I told him to just have one because I was waiting naked in our bed for him. He agreed knowing that we only had sex when I said so and was shocked that I was initiating it without having to pester me for hours. 

So I waited and waited. 

Three hours later Gabe rolled in drunk, slamming the front door and tripping up the stairs. I was seething! There was no way we were going to have sex after he made we wait for three hours so I wrapped the bed sheets around my naked body and pretended to be asleep. 

He eventually found his way into our bedroom stinking of beer and stumbled around the room, knocking things over as he undressed. He crawled into bed and said my name obviously hoping that we could still have sex but I continued to pretend to be asleep. 

"I know you're awake, I can tell," he slurred. 

When I didn't respond he said, "Have it your way…" and grabbed me, turning me over roughly. 

"What are you doing?" I asked irritably as he ripped away the bed sheet and laid on top of me, entering me with a single, brutal thrust.

"Get off me you bastard!" I yelled trying to push him away but it was futile as the weight of his body pinned me down easily to the bed. 

"You can't just come home and fuck me coz you're horny. I'm not a toy!" I protested, hitting and scratching him, determined to regain control of the situation as he continued to thrust his hard cock in and out of me.

But he didn't listen and instead grabbed my wrists and held them down to the bed, restraining me as he fucked me harder and deeper than he had ever done before. 

I couldn't breath as his heavy chest pressed against mine squashing my breasts against my ribcage, the muscles in my arms tightening as he held my wrists firmly over my head. He grunted every time he thrust into me, his balls slapping against my firm ass as I wriggled beneath him. 

My pussy ached as I felt it stretch to accommodate his cock and I begged him to stop but he kissed me hard, forcing his thick tongue into my mouth and silencing my protests. 

I could taste the beer and cigarettes as his stubble pierced the soft skin on my face. So I surrendered, realising that there was nothing I could do, and just lay there as he fucked me mercilessly. 

But then my body betrayed me. My pussy obviously enjoyed the attention of his stiff cock as I could feel it getting wetter and my clit began throbbing. I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach as my orgasm took hold me, wave after wave of pure pleasure coursing through my body. I tried to suppress my moans but we'd been having sex long enough for him to know when I was cumming. 

I know I shouldn't of, but I came hard, crying out as my toes curled. He knew that he'd made me cum too as there was no way I could deny the intensity of my orgasm. My soaking wet cunt spasming around his cock obviously sent him over the edge too as he threw his head back and came inside me. 

I don't know whether it was an instinctive, animal reaction or relinquishing control of a situation for the first time in my life, but it was the best orgasm I'd ever had. There was no foreplay, no sweet-nothings, and no soft touches just filthy, hard fucking. 

When he rolled off me, I wanted him to do it to me again which made me feel dirty and embarrassed. But I couldn't let him know that I enjoyed what had happened so I burst into tears and kicked him out of bed. He didn't say anything and just slept on the sofa. He moved out the next day.

And while I'm not proud of what happened, a night hasn't gone by when I haven't masturbated thinking about that night with Gabe. I've often toyed with the idea of having a one-night stand just so I can relish that feeling of abandonment again, but I know that I would never let myself go and enjoy it as much with a stranger. What if he hurt me? I couldn't take that risk. 

Which takes me back to my fantasy. You see I don't want to be raped. It's just a fantasy. I probably only enjoyed what happened with Gabe because I knew him and I knew he wouldn't really hurt me. 

You see, I always have sex on my terms: I do it when I want to do it; I'm always on top. I never swallow and we're not done til I have an orgasm. 

So my fantasy stems from the fact that I want someone to tell me what to do for a change. To be dominated. To do something I wouldn't normally do. To be held down and fucked. So I fantasise about that night with Gabe while I masturbate or when my new fiancé Chris and I make love. 

But my fantasies have moved on from Gabe recently. At the moment, I imagine a scenario where I am driving down a deserted road in the middle of nowhere when my car suddenly breaks down. I begin walking down the road to look for a payphone when I stumble across a dilapidated bar so I go in to see if anyone can help. 

The bar is nearly empty and is something you see the movies: dimly lit and dirty with a large jukebox in the corner playing country and western music. 

There is of course the obligatory pool table surrounded by four huge bikers who stop their game to stare at me as I walk in. Their eyes follow me as I walk towards the bar and ask if there's a payphone. I'm aware that someone is behind me and I turn round to face one of the bikers who is 6'5" with dirty grey hair and a beard. 

He's wearing leather trousers and a black T-shirt that barely covers his solid chest. I notice his big belt buckle which has an American eagle on it and my eyes move upwards towards his stubbly chin and cold blue eyes. 

"Can I help you miss?" he asks, looking me up and down. 

It's a hot day so I'm wearing a white cotton sundress, which hugs my figure perfectly. I can feel his eyes burning into me as he studies every inch of me, paying close attention to my firm breasts and my tiny pink nipples poking through the delicate material.

"My car broke down so I need to find a phone," I say quietly. 

"I'm a mechanic, I can help," he says, his face betraying no emotion. 

"That's OK. I just need to call a pick-up truck. I don't have any cash on me." 

"Oh don't worry about money sweetheart. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement…" He says grabbing my arm in his huge hand and dragging me over to the pool table where his friends are waiting. 

"What are you doing?" I struggle as he lifts me easily and sits me on the edge of the pool table. 

I gasp as I feel one of the others grab me by my long red hair and pull me backwards, pining my hands to the table as I watch the main in front of me undo his American eagle belt buckle, unzip his jeans and pull out the biggest, hardest cock I have ever seen. 

The others clap and cheer as he roughly parts my knees and pushes up my dress to reveal my creamy thighs. I feel his thick fingers pulling at my white cotton panties and I shiver as he rips the delicate fabric with ease. 

My neatly trimmed pussy exposed, I feel him rub the head over the thick lips of my pussy before lunging forward, piercing me with his hard cock. I cry out as he penetrates me, his huge cock threatening to tear my tight cunthole as the others cheer him on.

Then he begins to fuck me. Slowly at first as my pussy stretches to accommodate him, overwhelming me with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel one of the on-lookers reach under my sundress and begin squeezing my pert breasts with his dirty hand, forcing my tiny nipples to harden. 

"Get your hand outta there!" my attacker barks as he reaches up to the top of my dress and pulls, ripping it open so my tits spill out. 

He grabs them with both hands and begins squeezing the life out of them; pinching my pink nipples and making me wince with pain as he continues to assault me with his cock. 

The stranger holding me down unzips his jeans and frees his hard on which he points at my mouth. 

"Suck on that slut!" he demands as I accept it without hesitation and suck on it obediently as he inches it down my throat. 

I cannot see anything as he fucks my face but there are hands all over me and I can hear claps and cheers from the onlookers and my attacker's metal belt buckle banging loudly on the corner of the pool table as he fucks me relentlessly.

"Take that bitch," the one inside my pussy grunts, exploding inside me as I feel a wet mouth cover one of my breasts and bite my nipple, forcing me to cum too. 

As soon as he withdraws, I feel another cock pressing at the entrance of my well-fucked pussy, entering me quickly and wasting no time as he fucks me hard and deep. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" The guy in my mouth announces as he shoots his load down my throat. I try to swallow as much of it as I can but it's too much and the sticky fluid oozes out of the corners of my mouth and onto the pool table. 

"My turn," another of the strangers says impatiently, grabbing my face with his hands and forcing his rock hard cock down my throat. 

When I masturbate, I continue to fantasise that they take in turns with me over and over until they've had enough and it doesn't take long until I reach an orgasm.

And while I enjoy this fantasy and hope to God it never actually happens, I can't orgasm anymore without thinking about Gabe or the guys in the bar. It became an obsession so I decided that I needed to get it out of my system and went to see Gabe.

He owned a bar not far from where I lived and I turned up just as they were about to close on a Saturday night. The place was emptying up and I could see Gabe behind the bar cashing up. 

"We're closed miss," the young barman said politely and Gabe looked up. 

"It's OK Nate. Lock up and go out back." Gabe said firmly. The barman did as he was told and left us alone. 

"What do you want?" Gabe asked coldly as I strutted over to the pool table, my high heel shoes tapping loudly on the wooden floor. 

I leaned against it and lifted my denim skirt a little so that he could see I wasn't wearing any underwear. He walked over to where I was and stared at me intently. 

"Remember that night before we broke up?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he replied, his green eyes burning into me.

"Do it to me again…"

I didn't have to ask him twice as he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me onto the pool table. I spread my legs and he moved between them as he unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand, releasing his hardening cock. 

"Oh yeah!" I called out as he entered me hard, his familiar cock filling me. 

He didn't say a word as he fucked me, both of us breathing heavily as Robbie Williams crooned in the background.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt his hard cock move easily in and out of my soaking wet cunt, savouring every sweet moment of it. He released his grip on my neck and moved his hands to my shirt. I gasped as he ripped it open, buttons flying across the bar as my pert tits were exposed. I silently begged him not to stop as he brought his face down and began sucking them, his tongue lapping at my tiny pink nipples. 

I started cumming, my body remembering that the reality was so much better than the fantasy as he began thrusting himself harder and deeper inside me sending me further over the edge. 

When his hips bucked and he erupted inside me, I came hard and fast, wrapping my legs around his waist and forcing him even deeper inside me. The bar was filled with our grunts and groans of pleasure and we were so loud that the young barman came in to see what was going on. 

"Sorry boss…" he apologised as he noticed Gabe withdrawing his cock from my well-fucked pussy. 

"Get over here Nate. She needs more." Gabe ordered, pulling up his jeans.

Nate didn't hesitate and I panicked as I watched him move between my legs and pull down his trousers. He stood there for a moment staring at me as he stroked his thick cock and I waited for him to enter me. 

I didn't say a word as I felt the head of his cock easing it's way inside my cum-filled pussy and when he filled me, we both sighed deeply. 

"Please don't hurt me…" I begged, suddenly aware of the vulnerable position I was in. 

"I won't, I promise," he said sincerely, caressing my pert breasts with his hands.

Gabe watched as the barman fucked me furiously, his eyes locked on my breasts as they bounced up and down on my ribcage. I loved every minute, knowing that I was pleasing them both as I felt the beginning of another intense orgasm. 

"That's it Nate. Fuck her hard. She wants it!" Gabe breathed.

I had never had sex in front of anyone before, but knowing that I was being watched only made me more aroused.

"Fuck me harder. I can take it…" I begged as my orgasm took hold of me.

The muscles in my cunt pulsated around Nate's young cock as I came, sucking him deeper inside me. It wasn't long until his cum joined Gabe's and I groaned with satisfaction as he released his load inside me.

As soon as he withdrew, Gabe was on top of me, fucking me like an animal, obviously turned on by watching me have sex with Nate. And that's how the night continued as we gave into our primal desires and I let them do whatever they wanted to me. 

They took it in turns with me over and over, fucking me in every position and in every corner of the bar before taking me upstairs to Gabe's office. I lay on my back on the sofa with Nate on top of me, fucking my pussy for all I was worth as I eagerly sucked on Gabe's cock. I felt like such a slut and I loved it, losing count of the number of orgasms I'd had, each of them more intense than the last.

And even though I'm getting married next week and I love my fiancé very much, I know that now that I've had a taste of what sex with two men is like, I won't be able to resist the urge again with or without a ring on my finger.



Rape Me



(16:08:14 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: hi 

(16:08:27 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Hello - are you up to it? 

(16:08:44 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: definitely.. what's the situation? 

(16:09:32 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: like is there some scenario or do i just jump in? 

(16:09:36 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Anything you want - just be as rough with me as you can 

(16:10:02 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: okay.. let's say you're at your comp..what are you wearing 

(16:10:26 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I'm in my suit 

(16:10:41 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: okay 

(16:10:55 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: does your chair have wheels? 

(16:11:39 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: like those little wheels at the bottom of the legs? 

(16:12:31 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Yes 

(16:12:36 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: okay 

(16:12:43 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i walk in 

(16:12:49 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: behind you 

(16:13:07 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: see you sitting there, typing or whatever you're doing 

(16:13:22 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i walk up behind you 

(16:13:44 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and i bend to smell your hair a little 

(16:14:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: one more thing.... does your suit have a skirt? 

(16:14:34 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Yes short and tight 

(16:14:43 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: okay 

(16:14:56 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i place my hands on your shoulders 

(16:15:05 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: holding you firmly in your chair 

(16:15:30 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and i bring my head to your shoulder 

(16:16:04 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: struggles 

(16:16:08 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: kiss at where your neck meets your shoulder, bringing my lips to your ear 

(16:16:22 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: don't even bother 

(16:16:35 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you'll be dead by the time you get away 

(16:16:54 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my hands slide down your front over your breasts 

(16:17:12 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i grab them 

(16:17:23 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: kneading them 

(16:17:39 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: kissing and biting your neck 

(16:18:01 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: trying to push you away 

(16:18:03 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: while i squeeze at your tits 

(16:18:11 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: whimpers and moans 

(16:18:34 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i feel for your nipples and squeeze them viciously 

(16:18:41 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: what did i say? 

(16:19:02 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: just sit the fuck down 

(16:19:12 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: shut your goddamned mouth 

(16:19:18 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and you'll live 

(16:19:38 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: You're making my nipples stand erect 

(16:19:42 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: back to kneading your breasts roughly 

(16:19:57 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: kissing your nck still 

(16:20:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: yeahh.. that's it 

(16:20:26 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i spin your chair around so you're facing me 

(16:20:47 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i kneel in between your legs 

(16:21:02 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: ripping your jacket open 

(16:21:32 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i see your nipple poking through your shirt 

(16:21:50 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and i slam my mouth onto it 

(16:21:52 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: still struggling, pushing my chair back 

(16:22:04 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: sucking on it through the shirt 

(16:22:18 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: grabbing your hips harshly 

(16:22:38 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: pulling your crotch up against mine 

(16:22:50 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: starts to scream 

(16:22:52 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you can feel my stiff cock 

(16:23:07 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i slap my hand over your mouth 

(16:23:22 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: bring my hand to your throat 

(16:23:39 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: noone's on this floor right now 

(16:23:45 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i saw to that 

(16:23:59 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: now shut the fuck up 

(16:24:04 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: whimpers 

(16:24:16 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: grinding my hips into yours 

(16:24:21 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: pleading with you - I'm so frightened 

(16:24:35 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you're slumped in your chair 

(16:24:59 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i look at your face lustfully and bring my mouth back to your bipple 

(16:25:28 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: ripping open the shit 

(16:25:47 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: pulling your bra down to your stomach with my teeth 

(16:26:04 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and sucking at your nipple again 

(16:26:22 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my hand moving up and squeezing your other breast 

(16:26:46 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my other hand grabbing your ass and pulling you more into me as i dry hump you 

(16:27:04 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: in the ass? 

(16:27:14 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: against your pussy 

(16:27:36 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my hand clamped on your ass 

(16:27:43 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: oh that hurts - I scream out 

(16:27:52 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i slap you 

(16:28:18 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: hold your face tightly and look at you 

(16:28:41 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: look, i can fuck you while you're dead, i've got no problem with that 

(16:29:13 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Squeezing my pussy tight to resist you 

(16:29:33 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i throw your head back 

(16:29:54 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: start licking at your nipple again 

(16:29:59 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: nibbling 

(16:30:29 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i take my hand from your tit and lower it to your thighs 

(16:30:51 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: feeling up between them into your skirt 

(16:31:05 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: locking my thighs together 

(16:31:13 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i run my hand over your panties 

(16:31:25 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: your legs squeezing on my forearm 

(16:31:51 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my fingers tracing the lips over the fabric 

(16:32:07 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Pleading and begging with you 

(16:32:21 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i grab the panties and pull them down to your knees 

(16:32:38 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I'm a good girl 

(16:32:49 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i'll say you're good.. 

(16:33:18 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i caress the bare lips inside your skirt 

(16:33:43 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: if you stay good, this will be over soon and you'll make it to the next goal in your life 

(16:33:58 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: now if you're bad... 

(16:34:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i jam two fingers up inside you 

(16:34:32 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: screams' 

(16:34:52 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: after i'm done with you.... there are worse violations you can experience before you die 

(16:35:19 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my fingers massage at the inner walls more softly 

(16:35:38 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: kissing your breast gently 

(16:35:49 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: now.. are you going to be a good girl? 

(16:36:06 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: struggles 

(16:36:14 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i said - 

(16:36:24 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: getting involuntarily wet 

(16:36:27 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: biting your breast 

(16:36:37 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: what's it going to be? 

(16:37:03 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: oh yes - leave marks 

(16:37:19 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i'll give you an incentive... 

(16:37:40 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i bring my mouth to your pussy 

(16:37:57 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and start licking at it 

(16:38:29 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: mmm.. you like that? 

(16:38:42 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i smack your ass 

(16:38:51 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: answer me.. i know you do 

(16:39:14 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: oh yes - you're making me so wet 

(16:39:34 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my fingers run over the sidces of your lips while i lick at you 

(16:39:45 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: that's a good girl 

(16:40:13 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: does the good girl want her reward? 

(16:40:24 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i start kissing it softly 

(16:40:31 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I'm good 

(16:40:48 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and my hands are kneading your ass softly 

(16:41:01 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: yes... very good 

(16:41:05 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I'll do what you want 

(16:41:17 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: licking up inside 

(16:41:33 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: rubbing the small of your back 

(16:41:46 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: murmuring into your pussy 

(16:41:59 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: that's a good girl... 

(16:42:20 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i give one of the lips a little bite 

(16:42:28 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and suck on it 

(16:42:50 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: brushing my tongue over it 

(16:43:06 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: nibbling 

(16:43:41 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: throbbing in my pants 

(16:44:03 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i let go and start to kiss up to your clit 

(16:44:20 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: give it a lick 

(16:44:33 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and i start to suck at it 

(16:45:03 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: how's my girl doing up there 

(16:45:39 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: struggles 

(16:46:02 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: smiling as i start flicking my tongue at your clit inside my mouth 

(16:46:48 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: youre making my clit stand up swollen 

(16:46:53 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: go ahead.. let it go... 

(16:47:16 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: raking my teeth over it as i suck and lick 

(16:47:33 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: still massaging at the small of your back 

(16:47:34 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: struggles, tries to grab the phone 

(16:47:49 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i push your chair away from your desk 

(16:48:17 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you're getting so wet 

(16:48:30 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you don't have to fight it 

(16:49:17 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i suck harder than before on your clit 

(16:49:18 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: you'll have to restrain me first 

(16:49:28 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: sucking it hard 

(16:49:49 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i push the chair on my knees into the wall 

(16:50:08 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i let go and grab your hands 

(16:50:19 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: struggles weakly 

(16:50:24 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i stand up with you and press you into the wall 

(16:50:45 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you can feel my swollen cock through my pants 

(16:51:04 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and i kiss your lips 

(16:51:12 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: youre mine.... 

(16:51:38 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and you know it 

(16:51:56 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i lower my head and bit your throat 

(16:52:17 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i raise your hands up over your head 

(16:52:46 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: placing both your wrists into one of my hands 

(16:53:00 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i unzip my pants 

(16:53:22 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and pull it out 

(16:53:39 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: pressing the tip against your pussy 

(16:53:58 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: regrabbing your hand and holding you tightly against the wall 

(16:54:02 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: squeezing my pussy tight to resist you 

(16:54:11 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i push in a little 

(16:54:21 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: just the head 

(16:54:30 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and moan into your shoulder 

(16:54:47 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i know what you're doing... and it's not going to help 

(16:54:56 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i push in a little more 

(16:55:20 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: It's so tight for you 

(16:55:25 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: biting your other shoulder 

(16:55:35 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: moans 

(16:55:38 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: pressing in a little more 

(16:56:19 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: a little more 

(16:56:30 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: not even taunting you anymore 

(16:56:43 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: just looking on and enjoying what i'm doing to you 

(16:56:58 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: sliding in more 

(16:57:08 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: almost fully inside 

(16:57:19 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: feels so deep your pressing me into the wall as you push in 

(16:57:37 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and i finally push in the rest 

(16:58:34 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: mmm.... 

(16:58:49 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: whispering into you ear as i pull back out slowly 

(16:59:11 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i know you want it 

(16:59:44 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: thrusting back in 

(17:00:05 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: You're makinme so wet, my clit stand up and my lips swollen - your penetration feels so deep pushng into the wall 

(17:00:06 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: kissing down your chest 

(17:00:17 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: too weak to struggle 

(17:00:25 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: go on... 

(17:00:40 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i kiss at you breast and nibble 

(17:00:45 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: give in.. 

(17:00:52 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: biting a little 

(17:01:04 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: thrusting back out and back in slowly 

(17:01:36 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: take it 

(17:01:48 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Hook my legs round your waist, let you push in more deeply 

(17:01:55 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I'm good 

(17:02:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you are.. 

(17:02:20 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i move my head up and kiss your lips 

(17:02:29 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: thrusting into you a little harder 

(17:02:50 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: gasping against your lips at your tightness 

(17:03:05 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Reach down to feel you prick as it slides in and out of me as you thrust 

(17:03:16 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: oohh... that's a very good girl 

(17:03:36 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Your prick is so wet 

(17:03:40 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my grip tightening on your hands 

(17:03:56 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i feel your juices dripping down from our crotches 

(17:04:23 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: moving into you a little faster 

(17:04:47 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: pressing you into the wall even harder 

(17:05:02 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: squeeze my legs tighter round you as you get faster 

(17:05:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: mmmm.... 

(17:05:43 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Moans softly 

(17:05:59 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: god... you feel so good 

(17:06:23 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: feeling my hard chest rubbing against your soft breasts 

(17:06:40 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: your clit grazing my skin 

(17:07:00 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: starting to pound into you hard 

(17:07:12 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you're mine, aren't you 

(17:07:26 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I'm all yours 

(17:07:37 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: slamming into you faster 

(17:07:48 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Reach down lower and cup your balls 

(17:07:57 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: my grip on you tight as it can get 

(17:08:08 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and letting you go 

(17:08:23 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: now holding you with only my body 

(17:08:39 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: and my lusting thrusts into you 

(17:08:53 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: god, i'm gonna cum inside you 

(17:09:17 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: grabbing your ass and controlling your hips movement 

(17:09:46 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: I start to moan louder, clingong to you harder 

(17:09:55 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: biting your neck hard 

(17:10:11 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: you feel my pussy get warmer tighter and wetter 

(17:10:41 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you feel my cock spasming inside youy 

(17:11:50 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i keep thrusting into you 

(17:12:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: as i keep cumming inside you 

(17:12:23 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Starts to scream 

(17:12:51 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: moaning into your shoulder 

(17:13:02 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Can feel your hot spunk expolding into me, dripping out of me 

(17:13:10 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: god.. 

(17:13:32 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: i'm sorry... i would have liked that to have lasted longer, but i've got company in like ten minutes 

(17:14:08 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: OK baby, thanks 

(17:14:16 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: you were really sexy 

(17:15:03 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: You were awesome - hook up later maybe? 

(17:15:16 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: yes definitely 

(17:15:26 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: if you see me.. grab me and we'll fuck up a storm 

(17:15:38 ) rape me PRIVATELY whispers to Tommy: Mmm - still rubbing myself here 

(17:16:01 ) Tommy PRIVATELY whispers to rape me: haha... eesh... i'd better go before you drag me back in 




Rape Me



Lying in bed, I felt that something was wrong. Grant, my boyfriend was sleeping soundly beside me, but I could not settle. I felt something crawling between my legs, through the quilt cover and began to panic until I realised it was our kitten, Katie. Settling down with Katie curled up in my arms I tried to drift off. Suddenly Katie shot bolt upright, fur standing on end, hissing at the door. I tried to calm her down, knowing that she might wake Grant and he'd just come off night shifts. Katie pawed at me, and hissed at the door once more. Settling her down, I listened closely. Then I heard it. A soft tapping noise. It was too quiet to be coming from outside the room. Picking up the CS gas I kept by the bed, I left Katie in bed with Grant and crept down the stairs. In the soft glow from the porch light I could see someone fiddling with the door. I wasn't too worried, as we always leave the key in lock, so if someone tries to break in, the key holds them off for a bit, and if there's a fire, we can get out without panicking about where the key is. What did worry me though, is that we have a glass panel in our door. It's double glazed but if someone wanted to they could still break in. I heard a creaking noise behind me on the stairs and I whirled round, spray at the ready. It was Katie, looking up at me, and mewling softly. Sighing, I picked her up and locked her in her bedroom- yes, our kitten has her own room. Well she's our baby! I heard her jump onto her bed and settle down. In minutes I could hear her purring, a sure sign that she's sleeping. I inched my way back down the stairs again. The tapping had stopped, but more worryingly I could hear a scratching now. I stepped down the last of the stairs and stood at the side of the door, spray can in one hand, front door key in the other. I released the chain, unlocked the door, yanked it open and sprayed the person standing the other side. It was only when I heard the words 'you fucking mental bitch, what the fuck are you playing at?' that I realised it was my friend, Mick.

Opening the door fully, I started apologising. Leading him in to the kitchen, I sat him down at the table, and got him water and a cloth to rinse his eyes and calm his throat.

'What the fuck were you doing trying to get in here at this time of the night?' I cried. Now that I saw he was ok, just a bit sniffy, I was pissed off.

'I didn't want to knock because I didn't want to wake up Grant. So I tried picking the lock' he replied simply.

'You fucking twat! What the fuck did you try and do that for? And what are you doing here in the first place?'

'Well, I just fancied a chat is all'

'A chat? Mick, babe, it's 3 in the morning. What could you possibly want to chat about?' I looked in his eyes; they were bloodshot as Hell. 'You're off your head again aren't you? I thought you stopped taking smack? If I can do it anyone can. I told you that I'd help you come off it. For fuck sake Mick, you're 46. Time to start acting like it'.

I stared at him, willing him to say something. 

When he did, it wasn't what I was expecting.

'Yea well, what the fuck would you know? You're 18. You've got your life ahead of you. I haven't got fuck all.' He stared down at his hands then looked up at me. 'Please Nix, you have to help me.'

'Why can't Emma do it? She got off it as well. She could help you. I mean she's your wife for fucks sake. She'll definitely help you'

'No she won't'

'Why not?'

'We're getting divorced'

'Over what?'

'That bird I was shagging. She found out, kicked me out and reckons she's going to file for divorce'

I looked at him, and sat down next to him, helping him rinse out his eyes 'That's fucked up. You shagging around I mean, not her divorcing you. Why the fuck did you marry her if you still wanted to shag around?'

'Well Mandy's a good fuck. And Emma ain't been putting out lately' He winced as I accidentally poked him in the eye.

'Sorry' I said softly. 'And I'm sorry that your marriage is going tits up. You got anywhere to stay?'

'No. No one will have me because of the drugs'

'You can stay here but you have to try and get yourself clean. Tell you what. Have Katie's room. It's got a lock on it. She can sleep in the kitchen for a while, I'll lock you in there and you can detox. I'll help you'

'What about Grant? Won't he mind?'

'Probably, but it's my house, not his and you're a mate. You always help a mate right?'

He looked at me and smiled. Taking my hand in his, he kissed it softly. 'I really appreciate this. It means a lot to me. I'll find someway to pay you back' He looked at me and winked.

'Mick, I'm with Grant now. I don't shag around any more. And it doesn't work with you and me. We tried remember?' I stood up and kissed the top of his head. 'Wait here. I'll go and sort out Katie, then put new bed sheets on. I'm sure you don't want kitten hair everywhere!'

I went upstairs, shutting the front door as I passed it. Unlocking Katie's room, I picked her up, took her 'cat bed' which she never uses downstairs, and plonked her in the kitchen. She looked at me lazily out of one eye before hissing softly to let me know she wasn't happy at being thrown out of her room. I stroked her for a couple of minutes and soon she was fast asleep. With Mick following me upstairs, I shut off all the lights, grabbing some clean sheets from the cupboard. As I started to strip the bed, I could feel Micks' hands on my ass. I pushed them away, time and again before getting fed up. I turned round and looked him, raising an eyebrow. He grinned at me before backing down.

'Ok, ok, no touching. I get it'

'Yea, and no doing anything else either before you think of it' I warned him

'I wouldn't dream of doing anything!'

I pointed to the chair in the corner. 'Sit. Good boy. Stay!' I laughed softly and he smiled at me. 

'I miss you'

That threw me off completely 'You what?'

'I miss you. I miss being with you, chilling out together. Remember that time when we were at mine and you fell asleep on me?'

'That was like 2 years ago darling. Time to move on. Forget the past. I was 16 then and you were what? 44? Things change. I got my own place, a new boyfriend and I got clean. Ok, so you're getting divorced and you're still a raving smackhead but look at the things you got going for you.'

'Like what?'

'Well, you got fair amount of money, decent car, you get laid pretty much when you want, you're still good looking for your age. Work on it. Act on it!'

'Yea I suppose so. But I haven't got the one thing I want'

I dropped on the bed to put the pillowcases on 'And what's that then?'

'Someone that understands me. I mean truly understands me. Someone like you'

I looked at him hard. He had a strange look in his eyes. I'd seen that look before. That was the look he usually got right before he hit someone. But he wouldn't hit me would he? I'm 18 years old, I'm 5'4 and I try to avoid violence when I can. He was 46, still nippy for his age, 6'5 and built like a brick shithouse. I quickly shoved the cases on the pillows, threw the quilt in the cover and went to leave. At the door I looked over at him 'Night Mick. See you in the morning. Try and get a good nights sleep'

I'd just opened the door when I felt hands in my hair, tugging me backwards and then all of a sudden I was kissing him, pulling him into me, running my hands over his body. I quickly came to my senses and pushed him away, panting softly and looking at him accusingly.

'Hey, you wanted it as much as I did babe.' He smiled at me and moved towards me. I backed away, my hands behind me, trying to feel for the door handle. I found it and pulled it open.

'Goodnight Mick' I said pointedly. He nodded. 'Night sweetheart'.

I turned around and walked out of the room. Not a minute later I felt his arm around my neck, strangling me. I gurgled and fought to keep my balance. He dragged me back into his room and clamped his other hand over my mouth.

'Now, if you're a good little girl, this won't hurt and you'll be ok. Piss me off and I can make it hurt a lot. You get me? Nod if you understand' he shook me a bit. I tried to nod but I couldn't move my head. I squeaked at him and he released my neck a bit. 

'Understand?' 

I nodded. Yes, I do want to understand, no I don't want to get hurt, yes I'll be good. Well. That's what he thinks. I've never been one to give in without a fight, no matter how laid back I am. He let go of me and I opened my mouth to scream. I never even saw it coming. I felt his fist smack into my cheek and I fell sideways against the bed. He stood over me 'I told you to behave'. He kicked me in the side and I curled up in a ball, trying to breathe. I could see Mick pacing around, muttering to himself. I knew what smack did to people, Christ I was on it myself for 3 years, but I've never seen anyone like this before.

I started to pull myself up on the bed, inching up slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did. Bang! Back down on the floor I went. I lay dazed, struggling for breath, seeing stars. After my vision had cleared, he was standing over me holding a knife waving it about. I caught my breath then relaxed. It was one of my kitchen knives. I knew for a fact they were blunt because I kept meaning to have them sharpened. I smiled to myself, and drawing in a deep breath I screamed out for Grant. Then I remembered. Whenever he comes off night shifts he takes sleeping pills to regulate his sleeping patterns again, otherwise he's awake all night. He'd be dead to the world now, and if I weren't careful I'd be dead to. Mick lashed out again, hitting me with the knife handle 

'Bitch,' he hissed 'Don't you ever scream like that again or I'll slit your fucking throat. Get me?'

I nodded, keeping quiet, swallowing the whimper that was trying to escape.

'Get up' He waved the knife in my direction. I pulled myself up and stood in front of him, looking at him defiantly. Curling and uncurling my hands into balls, I considered whether or not to throw a punch at him. Making a decision, I dropped into a fighting stance which years of martial arts had taught me. Quick as a flash, I threw a punch at him, hitting him square on the jaw. His head rocked to the side and he spat out a piece of bloody lip. When he turned to face me, I was ready for him. Throwing another punch I hit him in the eye and he reeled back. I followed it up with a roundhouse kick, then got a bit cocky. I spun round, ready for a spinning kick, but he was quicker than I was. Grabbing my leg, he wrenched it upward. My vision went red as I felt the pain. I screamed loudly, partly from the pain, partly to try and wake up Grant. Pulling my leg even higher, he yanked me forward into him. I could feel his heartbeat, and I knew he'd be able to feel mine pounding. I looked up at him and he glared at me with a smirk.

'Won't be trying that again in a hurry, will you?' I shook my head, trying to get my leg free without it hurting too much. In the end I stood still, waiting for what he would do next.

I didn't have to wait long. Letting go of my ankle, he picked my up by the waist and threw me against the wall, so I landed on the bed. I flexed my leg a bit, assessing the damage. Deciding I wasn't strong enough to try kicking him again, I went for the punching option. Reaching out, he caught my wrist and twisted my arm, forcing me to bend at the waist.

'You should learn by now. You might get a few hits in but you'll always come off way worse than me sweetheart'

'Don't fucking call me that' I gritted my teeth, wincing in pain as he twisted my arm even more.

'I'll call you whatever the fuck I like you stupid whore' He snarled. He twisted my arm, harder this time and I heard an audible crack. Nausea welled up in my stomach and I had to stop myself from being sick. He released my arm and my wrist hung at a funny angle. It's one I've broken many times before, and he knew that it was weaker than my left. I cradled my wrist and looked up at him. Mick's always been a sucker for the girlie crying routine so I thought it might be worth a shot. I let the tears start rolling down my face.

'Why Mick? I've offered to help you. I'm letting you stay in my house until you get back on your feet. I haven't done anything to deserve this!'

He sat down beside me, pulling me close and stroking my hair.

'I know baby, I know. But I suddenly fancy a fuck, and you're the only one available. I did tell you if you behaved you wouldn't get hurt but you didn't listen. I'm sorry babe, but if this is the way it has to be, then it's the way it has to be.' He pushed me away and started pacing the room again. 'If you'd just done what I told you then you wouldn't have got hurt. I had to break your wrist. You weren't listening. You weren't being good. You were misbehaving. I had to punish you. I had no other choice. Are you going to be good now?'

I thought for a moment, then nodded and let the tears keep coming. He tried to soothe me, wiping away my tears, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the Mick I knew so well. Then, all of a sudden, he was kissing me, forcing me back onto the bed, tearing at my strap top, ripping it off me as I tried to fight him off with one hand. He grabbed my broken wrist and I screamed in pain, trying to get him off with my good hand. He slapped me hard round the face and I bit my lip, drawing blood. He leant forward and licked it off as I tried not to cry. Pulling down my shorts, he rammed a finger inside me, feeling me. Bringing his finger up to my lips, he forced it into my mouth and I could taste my juices. Unbelievably I was getting wet! I felt disgusted with myself and turned my head to the side, staring at the wall, trying to block out what was happening. Letting go of my wrist, he forced my head round so I was looking at him.

'Kiss me' He breathed. I tried shaking my head, so he sighed and started working his tongue into my mouth 'You want this as much as I do. I can feel it'. Oh God. So could I. My hips were thrusting up into his and I could feel my body getting hotter and hotter. I tried to control the heat rising, tried to control my thrusting hips. I managed to lie still, but that only gave him the opportunity to unzip his jeans and try to force his cock inside me. I squirmed around, keeping him from going in me for about 5 minutes until he punched me again, harder than before.

I must have passed out for a couple of minutes. When I came round, he'd forced his cock inside and was fucking me hard and fast. I could feel something running down my ass crack and I knew it wasn't cum. It was blood. I started trying to fight back again, kicking my legs about and trying to push him off me with my good hand, but he was too strong. He kept fucking me harder and harder, pulling himself into me more with each thrust. I screamed again and he put his hand over my mouth and nose so I couldn't breathe. I struggled underneath him, trying to get myself free, scratching at him, raking his face with my nails, anything to get him to stop. He leaned his other arm across my neck, my vision started going black and I knew I was going to pass out again. I caught a look at him, and his eyes were manic, lust filled black dots. He was loving it.

I moaned softly and shook my head. I tried to sit up and realised he'd tied me to the bed so I was lying on my front. I moaned again as the rope tightened around my broken wrist sending shooting pains up my arm. I turned my head and looked at him sitting in the chair. He had a belt round his arm and was shooting up. He pulled the needle out of his arm and sank back as the heroin took effect. He looked at me with lazy, half-lidded eyes and smiled.

'Feels good. Bet you haven't had any for months'.

I shook my head 'You know I've been clean nearly a year.'

'Bet you'd like some now eh?'

'Not really, no. I don't want to get back into it.' I guessed he was going to give me some whether I wanted it or not. I was right. He stood up, swaying slightly and approached me, a needle in his hand. He'd obviously prepared it while I was out cold. He turned my arm over, causing the rope to rub. Wrapping his belt above my elbow, he pulled it tight and sank the needle in me. I sighed as the old familiar feeling hit me. I felt like I was melting into the bed. He sat down on the bed next to me.

'You needed that didn't you?' I hummed softly, feeling it coursing through my veins, making me feel chilled out, yet totally alive. I let my eyes shut slightly and nodded. He stroked my hair, and I pushed my head more into his hand, enjoying the feeling. I love having my hair stroked, but the only time Grant does it is if I can't get to sleep.

'You want a fuck baby?' he asked me quietly. I nodded, then shook my head. Yes, I do, but not with you. I want Grant. Where is he? I had all these thoughts running through my head, a jumbled up mess, all sliding into one another. Mmmm......sliding in, that's what I wanted. No I didn't. I didn't want someone sliding in me. I wanted someone fucking me hard, making me feel it, and fucking me the way a man should, not like a boy does. I started grinding gently against the bed. He put his hand under my cunt and I began grinding harder on it, trying to get myself off. He took his hand away and I let out a little cry at being deprived. He positioned himself behind me and started rubbing his cockhead up and down my slit. I knew I was getting hotter, wetter. I could feel the fire rising up in my belly. And then all of a sudden he was inside me and I was cumming hard and fierce. I bucked up and he fucked me harder and harder, ramming into me and pushing me forward with each thrust. I bit into the pillow and muffled my moans as I came again. Mick slowed his thrusting and started grinding against me, pushing himself in hard as he came. He collapsed on top of me, panting for breath. 'That was great babe. You always were a good fuck'. He reached over my head and untied me. I groaned softly and slid off the bed, still high as a kite. He laughed at me, and picked me up off the floor. Carrying me along the hallway, he dropped me outside my bedroom door. I half opened it; half fell into it and crawled into bed. Lying next to Grant, I rested my head on his shoulder until the world had stopped spinning. Leaning over to kiss him, I settled down to enjoy the feelings I had missed for so long.



Rape Me, Please Rape Me



Susan Toliver was new to town. Her new job started tomorrow, assistant librarian at the public library. She had no friends here, she didn't have many anywhere. She turned on her computer and signed on to literotica. She loved reading and dreaming about being raped, and romanced and being seduced by a lesbian lover. Her mind wondered to many places but her body seldom did. She had had sex once. She let a dumb nerd fumble around her body one night and before she could get any good out of the encounter the asshole pulled out of her and spilled his come on her stomach and on the ground where they were lying. His cock was so small and skinny it barely hurt when he popped her cherry. He laid there wheezing like he had just run a marathon. This idiot couldn't run across the street. He put his black rimmed glasses on and left. They had met for their rendezvous in a city park down from Susan's house. She pulled her skirt down and laid there looking up at the stars wishing Casanova would come finish the job. He didn't so she went home. What a way to lose your virginity, she wished she had it back. That was eight years ago and she had only dreamt and touched herself since then.

Susan read a story about being raped and wondered what it would be like. For a prefect stranger to ravage her longing body. His hands roaming over her naked flesh, not taking no for an answer. She put her hands between her legs and began masturbating as the rapist did his dirty deed. Susan always lays a towel in her computer chair and sits naked when she visits literotica. She didn't want the pain but in her mind a total stranger was the only person that would touch her. She wasn't pretty but she wasn't ugly. Mousy is more the word. Dull maybe, but not ugly. And under her demure clothes there were actually some tittys. She would wash them in the shower and her little nipples would respond and stand up so erect and hard. She would imagine the rapist throwing the shower curtain back and taking her.

She got to the library late her first morning on the job. She had driven the route yesterday for practice but the morning traffic threw in a new dimension she had forgotten to consider. She was from a small town and now she was in a fairly large city. She would have to adjust. The librarian, Ms. Stobbe was none too happy with her. Susan promised it wouldn't happen again. Ms. Stobbe spent most of Susan's first day showing her the ropes. Susan thought it was a waste of time, a library is a library is a library. She thought Ms. Stobbe could have been attractive at one time but the years had stolen any chance to change that now. 

Susan settled into the boredom of her new surroundings. The same boredom she had felt for most of her young life. She looked at Stobbe and saw herself in forty or so years. It made her sad. She didn't want it that way but she saw no way out. She had actually strolled into a nightclub once but probably set a new world's record for the shortest stay. Young boys would ask her questions about finding a book and she would imagine that they were just asking so they could get closer to her because they just wanted to be next to a girl. None of them ever made a pass or acted out of line. She needed to learn to curb her imagination.

Susan had been there about three weeks. The job was working out fine. Easy for her, she loved books. She had walked the isles of books and learned the layout pretty well. She was on the second floor returning books to the shelves. The second floor is open and only half the size of the ground floor. You can see the tops of the books shelves below you, and the people mingling among them searching for their particular book. Susan would watch the people and try to read them according to the section they were looking in. That old man must be a history buff because her was looking in the history section. That lady must be…and so on. So boring. 

Susan dropped a book on the floor and knelt down to pick it up when she noticed the man standing just below her looking up at her. Up her dress! Susan jumped back. She could still see his eyes but her skirt was out of his sight. She was embarrassed, he kept looking up smiling. She held the book to her breast in surprise. She started to back away and the man went back to his browsing. He was a handsome middle aged man. Not the rapist type she thought.

STUPID! She thought to herself. You have a man's attention don't blow it, but what should she do? Smile, say hello, anything. But he was looking at her panties. Suddenly Susan wished she didn't wear white cotton panties but something silky. What if she hadn't been wearing panties at all?! She walked back to the railing and looked for him, he had moved down the isle. She walked toward him until she was just above him again. She stood back from the rail some, parted her feet a little and leaned against the rail so the view up her shirt would be wide open to his eyes. She cleared her throat, he didn't react. She cleared it again louder, he looked up at her. Oh no now what, what should she do?! She felt so stupid!

"Nasty man." Was all she could think to say. That should do the trick, NOT!

Susan turned and walked away more embarrassed than ever. But she had at least made a bold move toward someone. She had purposely exposed her panties to this man. She pushed her cart to the back of the second floor. She continued her work watching for him to come. He didn't come. She stayed there for fifteen minutes. He didn't come. She finally went back to the railing just in time to see him turn to take one last look at the library and leave. She thought she had made such a fool of herself. She was glad no one else was watching, she felt hot under the collar and she wasn't even wearing one. She thought nothing more of the man. She went home that night and read stories until midnight, and masturbated three times, putting herself into the story of some beautiful woman being molested and raped.

It was almost a week later. Nothing exciting had happened in Susan's life. Her only excitement was literotica. She dreamed of being the girls in the stories. Susan leaned into her cart for her next book. She saw a pair of men's shoes at the end of the isle just a few feet away. They slowly stepped around the corner and confronted her.

"Young lady could you help me find a book?" The man asked.

"Yes sir, what are you looking for?" Susan asked politely, she hardly looked at him still studying the book in her hand.

"Oh, something exciting. Something about a librarian. Like you. With white panties." He said.

Susan looked at him now. It was the man! The one she had exposed herself to! He stepped closer, Susan stepped back. 

"Oh come now young lady, won't you help me find my book and show me your pretty panties again?" He said, teasing her.

"What are you talking about?" Susan could barely speak. 

He had read her like a book! She couldn't decide what to do. He smiled down at her, she was turning red with embarrassment, her face feeling flushed. She looked the other way trying to think of a good reason to leave. She was trapped by her own actions, she had asked for this and now she was getting it. Something besides her face began to get hot. 

"Oh now, Susan, please. I just want to see them I won't touch them. Unless, that is, you want me to touch them. You have very sexy legs under that dress. I got a good look at them, they are nice. You should wear shorter skirts to show them off more." He said.

"How do you know my name? Who told you my name?" She hadn't.

"They told me at the desk. You are Susan, the new librarian?" He asked.

"Yes I am, but…please sir you shouldn't talk to me like that, I mean. If you saw up my dress it is because you're a pervert who watches girls walking around on the second floor." She was trying to turn the tables and make him out to be the bad guy.

"Oh yes for sure, the first time I ever saw your panties I was watching you. Your sleek slender legs climbing up under your skirt disappearing into your panties. But the second time I saw your panties you put them on display for me." He was right.

"I did not! I did not show you my panties! Where did you get that idea?!" Susan whispered loudly trying to act flustered.

The man took hold of Susan's cart and headed to the back of the library with it. She followed him. When he got to a more secluded area he stopped and turned to see her coming. She was looking all around to see if anyone saw them. 

"You could get me into a lot of trouble! What are you doing?" She asked.

"Susan. What do you want? I mean from life, what do you want, today?" His question stopped her in her tracks.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"If you could have anything in the world today what would it be?" He asked again.

"I don't think we should be talking like this. I don't know you. Why do you care what I want anyway?" She was interested now to say the least.

"If I could give you what you want would you take it from me?" He asked.

"How could you have what I want? I don't even know what I want. You're confusing me, please, I have to get back to work." She answered.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "This, Susan, this is what you want isn't it?"

She tried to pull her hand away but his grip was too tight and something in her wanted to do just this. She could feel the lump in his pants hardening. Her mouth fell open and she looked into his eyes. Finally she managed to free her hand. She let out a gasp.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" She said with a look of feigned horror on her face.

He smiled at her. "Think about it Susan, I will be back for your answer soon." He said and left.

Susan melted in her computer chair that night. She had a story open but didn't read it. She had this man and his nasty advance toward her on her mind. She loved it, she hated to admit it but she did. But could she face him and tell him that she loved touching him. It was if he already knew. She was coming just thinking about where this would lead. Would he rape her? Rape her in the library? Or maybe take her while she was walking to her car? Kidnap her and rape her, is that what this man wants to do to her? 

She found herself watching for him everyday at work. She would put a book on the shelf and look for him. Another book and another look. It had been a whole week since he accosted her in the back of the library. Had he gotten scared about coming back? Had his brashness worn off after he left? She watched for him but he didn't come. At least he didn't come where she could see him. As she looked toward the front door she lifted a book to the shelf, his hand took hers and slid the book in. 

"Oh!" She gasped out loud. Several people looked up from their reading but went back to it quickly. 

She could barely breath he scared her so bad. He took her hand and led her to the back of the library once again. She went, anticipating his next move. Was he going to rape her here and now? She resisted but just a little.

"Well, Susan have you thought about my question and do you have an answer for me?" He asked.

Susan just looked at him, mouth agape, speechless. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him she wanted to experience rape. If she wanted it, it wouldn't be rape would it? She pulled her hand away from him and just stood there. Waiting. 

"Susan, do you want me to fuck you?" He asked.

"No! What? You're nasty!" Her heart began to beat like a drum.

"Now, now Susan, admit it. You want to be fucked don't you?" He said.

"No…no I don't." She lied.

"What about your husband Susan, do you want him to fuck you?" He continued.

"I am not married, and quit saying that." She answered.

"When you get married Susan will you want your husband to fuck you then?" He wouldn't stop.

"I said quit saying that." She was getting hot but not mad.

"Fuck, fuck fuck. Your tasty little cunt getting fucked. Your hard little nipples being chewed and licked. You want that don't you Susan?" He whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhhhh…why are you saying these things to me, I don't…" Her words faded.

He took a book from the shelf and lightly brushed her breasts with it. He rubbed it down her stomach and when it approached her pussy she pulled her thighs tightly together and pushed to book away.

"Don't." She whimpered.

"But Susan, it feels so good doesn't it?" He asked.

"Yessss…I mean, no I don't like that, it does not feel good." She was getting lost in the moment.

"You love it bitch, you know you love it and you want me, right bitch?" He was just inches from her ear.

"Ohhh no, I don't…why are you doing this to…oh I don't want you to rape me, please, no." She sighed.

"Rape! Who is raping you Susan? Not me, I'm not raping you. Is that what you want? Susan, you want to be raped? Strange, hard, unfriendly hands ripping your clothes off! Touching your soft tender flesh, splitting your sweet pussy wide open violently? Ripping you, fucking you, against your will, fucking you? Is that what you want Susan?" 

"No…I don't…I…yes, yes. Please, rape me! I mean…no, not rape but…just." She couldn't complete her thought. 

"Susan. Tonight, if you want to be raped walk through the park on Fourth Street at 11:00. If you do, wear a blue blouse and a long denim skirt, nothing you don't want torn. And wear a white scarf over your head. And Susan, wear your pretty white cotton panties for me. If you want this you will be there. I will be there waiting on you. Just walk around the park and I will find you." He left having said this.

Susan got home that evening and couldn't keep her mind on anything but the park at 11:00. She got out a blue blouse and a denim skirt. She took a shower. Why was she taking a shower? To be clean, clean for a rapist? But he wasn't a rapist. If she went she would know he would be there and that isn't rape. If anything its roleplay. Susan had tried that online but was so bad the other person didn't stay long. What was she doing? She should just read some stories and go to bed. She couldn't. It was almost as if something was compelling her to go to the park. It was almost 10:00. She had an hour to decide. And the park was a five minute drive from her apartment. She toweled her wet body, slowly massaging her breasts and pussy. She put on the blouse and denim skirt, got out a white scarf, and oh yes, her white cotton panties, and sat, waiting for 11:00.

At 10:30 she headed for the park. She was there way too early but she couldn't help it. She got out of her car and started walking toward the darkest area of the park. He must know this place. He wouldn't take her in the light, he would wait for her to get into the dark. She may be early, but surely he is there waiting on her. A tingling feeling flowed up her thighs and into the soft flesh of her yearning pussy. She was about to be raped! She couldn't wait. But in the back of her mind she knew this was really just play. Ok then, she thought, I am about to be fucked at least. It dawned on her that she didn't even know his name. If he did something wrong or something that hurt or didn't feel good she wouldn't even know what to call him to make him stop. Her excitement reached a fevered pitch.

She strolled through a brush covered area where there would be plenty of opportunity for him to do his deed. She walked softly and slowly. Finally, she heard steps behind and to the left of her! She stopped and the steps stopped! She continued and after two of three steps they started again! He was here! Right behind her! Her heart was pounding against her chest! She tried to breath deeply but could only manage short choppy breaths! THEN HIS HANDS GRABBED HER!

In an instant Susan had been drug into the thick brush, one hand pulling her hair the other covering her mouth. She screamed, not out of real fear but more out of the sheer surprise of his attack. Quickly she was lying flat on her back and he was sitting on top of her. She could just make out his silhouetted against the dark night sky and the barely lit tree tops.

He had her hands trapped under his knees and was tearing tape off a roll with his teeth and free hand. The other hand pressed hard and painfully against her mouth. It did hurt. Soon he had her mouth taped and both of his hands free. She tried to moan through the tape but little sound came out. Her eyes were wide open trying to see what was happening to her. The rapist took her by the wrists and drug her several more inches to a nearby tree. He put her hands around the trunk and taped them securing her to it. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"You make a sound and I will slit your fucking throat bitch!" He sounded serious and angry.

Susan moaned through the tape and shook her head ok. He pulled her head back and kissed her neck. He slowly kissed down her chest unbuttoning her blouse as he went. His hands slid into her opened top and began to massage her breasts through her bra. He rubbed her chest and soon her bra was pushed up off of them. His hands fondled her naked tits. Her nipples were getting hard. He was kissing her belly licking toward her muffin. She moaned suddenly not too sure she wanted to go through with this. How could she tell him to stop? She had gone too far. She never imagined he would silence her with tape!

He was sitting at her ankles and slipping his hands up her legs. His fingers dug into her flesh as they inched up toward her knees. His hands were hot and rough. When he got to her knees he took her skirt and ripped it up the side, he didn't quit until it was torn to the waist. He threw it to the side and turned his attention to her exposed white cottons. His hands trembled up her thighs and spread them slightly apart. His breathing was deep and scary. He ran his hands up her pussy, massaging her slit with his thumbs. She began to cry, his breathing got quick and labored.

This is what she had wanted. Why was she crying now? It wasn't like she had thought it would be. She couldn't stop it, she could always quit reading a story. Now she was lying on the ground in a park, her breasts naked, her skirt ripped and this guy was working her pussy over like a maniac. 

With a sudden yank her panties were ripped off, the remains strewn over her thighs. She heard the sound of his zipper! She pulled her thighs tightly together. He pulled her legs apart and began to ease down on top of her. She could smell his hot breath, this was nothing like she had imagined. His chest pressed down on her, he was heavy. She couldn't move. He was forcing her legs apart. She felt something at her pussy lips. She was getting wet, an involuntary reaction but she was wet. She felt something press against her opening…his cock was pushing against her! It was too big! She wanted to scream, she did scream but the tape kept it trapped inside her. He stuck two fingers inside her, opened her wider and began pushing harder into her. He was stretching her to painful extremes! She screamed louder but the sound was all but non-existent! With a sudden thrust he slammed his massive cock to the hilt inside her. She shrunk at the pain, it took her breath away. She sucked air through her nose but couldn't get enough. She was suffocating. He was so big, her pussy had never felt anything like this. He was ripping her open, he was being too rough, why didn't he stop? He was pumping her like a machine now. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks. When he shot his hot cream inside her he buried his face in her neck and moaned lowly, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. He banged her harder and faster as he deposited his load in her wet torn cunt. 

Finally, he was through, his hunching eased. He laid there for several minutes saying nothing. His heavy breathing and her sobbing were the only sounds in the night. The roar of a distant car engine, or a dog's barking occasionally broke the silence. Finally, he tore the tape around her wrists, got to his knees, rubbed her pussy and whispered. "Thanks you stupid dumb-ass bitch. What the hell are you doing out here by yourself? Oh yeah, good pussy by the way. Next time you can suck my cock." He got to his feet, zipped his pants and disappeared into the night.




Rape Me, Please Rape Me



Susan pulled her arms to her chest rolled into the fetal position and cried. She tore the tape from her mouth. It hurt as she peeled it off her sore lips. She cried out loud but quickly held her mouth. He might still be there, or maybe he will come back and do it again. COME BACK! The thought terrified her. She got to her feet and pulled her skirt around her the best she could and headed for her car. She buttoned two buttons on her blouse. The remainder of her panties slipped down her legs, she walked out of them without missing a step. She lost her scarf and didn't care. 

Susan got home and ran to the bathroom. She studied her face in the mirror. He had bruised her cheek he had been so rough. A small trickle of blood had dried in one corner of her mouth. She looked down her body. Her skirt was ruined. Her blouse was torn slightly. No evidence of panties existed at all. There was dried blood between her thighs. She cried as she turned on the shower. She sat in the tub letting the water wash away the last hour of her life. How could this guy have been so rough? He knew she wasn't going to fight. Why had he hurt her so much? Her pussy hurt like hell, she washed him off her, the remains of his cum mingling with her juice washed down the drain. 

Susan got to bed but didn't sleep much. She was hurt and wishing she hadn't gone through with this. She couldn't do anything to him legally she thought. She had agreed to be there. But he taped her mouth. He probably thought about her changing her mind, he covered that base. She had wanted to stop at one point but couldn't tell him. Oh, he was so right when he called her stupid. 

The next morning things looked different. The events of last night had sunk in. Susan still felt stupid but most of the pain was gone. He had really played his part she thought. She had wondered how it would feel to be raped and now she knew. It was as real as it could get without really being raped. She didn't talk to anyone at work. 

It was mid afternoon when Susan saw him walking in her direction. Her eyes began to tear up and she hurried in the opposite direction. She wasn't sure how she would act when she saw him again. Now she knew. She hated the sight of him. She stopped in the very back of the library. She had no where to go. She would have to confront him. He had caught up to her and was standing beside her as soon as she turned around.

"And just where were you last night?" He asked angrily.

"What?" Susan could just slap this jerk.

"I got stopped by the cops on my way to the park. I didn't get there until 11:15 or so and you didn't show. Where were you? Did you leave? Did you even show up? Did you get scared and go home, what?" He was mad.

"What do you mean you weren't there?" Fear gripped Susan's heart.

"I stayed there for almost an hour waiting on you. What happened, did you chicken out or what?" He asked.

"I…!" Susan stopped, she needed to think.

He just stood there looking down at her. He wanted some answers. She had to think things out. If this guy wasn't the one who had raped her then…! 

WHO WAS IN THE PARK? Susan's blood ran cold. She began to shake. The reality of last night slowly sank in. She moved to a table and sat down. Tears began to roll down her cheek.

"You little bitch, I am going to be there again tonight and you better make it this time, do you hear me?" He said.

Susan's thoughts were no where near this guys comments. She had quit listening to him some time ago. Her mind was running through everything that she could remember from last night. His hands, his breath, his…cock! She had been violated! She had been raped! Last night had been no act, no roleplay! It was actually a rape! She had really been raped! He got louder and finally pulled Susan's attention back to what he was saying.

"Susan, damn you little bitch, are you listening? You be there tonight or else." He was saying.

"You get the hell out of my face!" She started in a serious whisper. "If you ever say anything to me again I will call the police and claim you molested me, you bastard! You bastard!" Susan was the angry one now. 

He gave her a go to hell look, turned and left. Susan watched him walk away. She slowly looked around the library. She felt so violated. So abused. She watched every man she saw for the next three months, watching, wondering. Who had raped her?! 



Take My Mom



Fucking mom 

I'm 25years old. I'm a regular viewer and would like to share my story with you all. this story is about me and my mom pretty who is around 36 years and just mind blowing, gorgeous with large tits.

My father is a charted accountant, so my cousin had brought a file from his dad. We reached there place in afternoon and came to know that my dad was out of town and would be returning after a week or so. we were a bit disappointed as we had some work with him. but still we managed to hang on as we planned to stay for another three to four days. After we had dinner we decided to watch TV. I got in bed beside mom who was at time wearing a sari and started touching her belly which I used to do very often with her. at first she resisted a bit but then gave in. I started caressing her belly .After some time my cousin got up and said that he is going to sleep in the next room on which mom said that we both can sleep in her room it won't be any problem. we both agreed to it and said that we are going to change our dress. I changed my dress, just went and laid my self down on the bed.

Then she came and lied down beside me my cousin dropped in and lied down beside her so now she was in center and we both covered ourselves in one blanket. Soon she was asleep & I was busy stroking her naval and kept on pushing my dick in her ass. Then my hands moved over to her tits and there I found my cousins hand. He too was groping my mom I didn't say anything & started pressing her boobs and sometime I would touch her pussy . now I was getting hard and wanted her badly so I just opened her blouse and started sucking her breasts. By this time my cousin was up and now he also joined and started licking her pussy. I removed the blanket and her breasts were hard as rock and her nipple were just like marbles. I immediately took out my clothes and started sucking her breasts meanwhile my cousin was busy sucking her pussy She was moaning a little as he inserted his tongue in and out of her pussy. she had an orgasm and she became wide awake .She stared not believing her eyes then as my cousin moved away she started to curse me and hit me both with shame & guilt.

Listening to this my cousin also came in with a rope and told me to help him to tie her up to the bed. then we both tied her up in such a way that her legs were spread as much as they can then my cousin started to take out his clothes and then he showed her his dick which was really big when she saw it she started telling him not to insert it into her pussy otherwise she will die. then he lowered himself on her and started kissing her on her lips and their tongues inter-mingled. then he moved down and started eating her breasts and then he in one stroke he tried entering his dick into her tight pussy due to which she screamed loudly. I asked him to take it easy but he refused saying that he will tear her pussy apart. I asked him why he wanted to do that so he said that once he tried to fuck her but she warned him saying not to do it ever again other wise she will surely tell everybody in the house about it. and now she is a whore wanting him to fuck her. Listening to this pretty started apologizing and saying that he can fuck her when ever he wants but to leave her right now otherwise she will die of pain. 

Then she asked me to tell him not to do it but I said that she has to pay for what she did. Listening to this my cousin started laughing and I moved over to her mouth and inserted my dick in her mouth and warned her not to bite it other wise she will have a real tough time. now my cousin was getting hotter and impatient and then with his full strength he inserted his dick into her pussy and as my dick was in her mouth she cant even make a noise and started wriggling in pain but he was not able to insert his dick fully into her pussy so he again made an effort to push it into her pussy and he finally got into her. after that he didn't stop but started riding her like he was on a horse back and mean while pretty started crying due to pain but we were enjoying this. after riding her for about 20 minutes he said that he is going to cum and he cummed into her pussy and there was no sign of opposition from pretty. then he moved away and asked me to fuck her ass. then he untied her legs took them over to her shoulders such that it revealed her ass hole. 

now he asked me to slap her ass as hard as I can't slapped her ass once, then again and again until it was red. now I asked my cousin what to do to which he said to tear her ass apart. then I aimed for her ass hole took my dick there and shoved it with my all might as I have seen in some pornographic movies and again she screamed due to pain as my dick went in nearly half into her ass now my cousin had his dick into her mouth so that she cant scream again after that I pushed my dick in again and this time it went in. now I started riding her. I rode her for about 10 minutes and I asked my cousin I am about to cum what should I do he said to unload all my cum into her ass hole so I unloaded it into her. then I came down and told them to enjoy as I was tired and went off to sleep. 

when I woke up in the morning I saw that my cousin was lying on top of pretty with his dick still in her pussy. I woke up my cousin and told him to sleep on the bed then I woke up pretty and said I wanted to have fun again. so I got in position 69 and started licking her pussy. She was aroused and started licking my dick. the moment my dick was erect I moved from her pussy and started kissing her meanwhile gliding my dick in her pussy which was tighter then night it took me three to four strokes to get into her and she again started screaming and pleaded me to stop it but I fucked her until I cummed into her. and after that I made her suck my dick which made it erect and this time I again fucked her ass which was a real hellujva experience.

any girls wanted to contact me at this address you can also contact pretty.



Rape of a Heart



(((this is one of my most favorite stories, because it's so close to what really happened...)))

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The servants let him in without a question. He was known around the tower estate as one of the mistress's most recent lovers. They opened the portcullis for him without reservation, and did not look twice when he headed up the stairs to her chambers without saying a word. 

She was spread out on the lascivious red cushions and bedding, still dressed, her face wearing the remnants of tears, her lips open in a soft sighing frown. As he leaned in close to her ebon skin, he could smell rum on her breath. 

She had fallen asleep drunk after her engagement ceremony, her new fiancé departing for lands unknown for who knew how long. And she had cried herself to sleep. 

The dark elf shadow knight slowly shook the wizardess by the shoulder. Her white hair covered her face like a mist as she turned her head and looked up and around. Then she saw him, and her blue skin paled visibly. 

He put a finger on his lips and shook his head back and forth, cautioning her to silence. 

Sidhe knew something was wrong the moment she looked into his impassive steely grey eyes. He held no emotion there, he was colder than ever. She stood up when he pulled on her arm, and put on her cloak when he handed it to her. 

"Now," he whispered. 

"Take us to the desert and to your desert house." 

Sidhe nodded and recalled the portal spell that would move herself and whoever was with her to the northern end of the vast coastal desert. Then she was casting it and they were gone from the tower. 

No one saw them leave, and no one bothered to check on the sleeping lady of the house. 

He took her by the hand as soon as the portal opened on the sunken pyramid surface in the hot sand, and began to lead her off towards the grasslands near the human port city. Sidhe followed, stumbling lightly. Her head still ached and her mind was dazed, confused as to what was going on. 

What did he want with her? What was he up to? 

Part of her heart was glad to see him, ever so glad. The love she felt for him was welling up in her chest. But right after it came the guilt, the sense that she had betrayed him by allowing her kin to arrange her marriage to a most powerful and wealthy wizard, in order to create ties that would bind the man to her House forever. 

Days ago she had lost this lover who now so angrily dragged her over the dunes. He did not want marriage to her, but he wanted her to marry no other in his place. He did not understand the culture from which she came, and remained true to, one he and so many others had abandoned so long ago. 

The sun was setting over the desert, and a cool breeze was coming in from the ocean to the east. The air was chill against her hot skin, and she was thankful the sun was finally declining. Drow did not do well in its penetrating glare. They wooed the night like a goddess they could worship, and she could feel her mind clearing, her thoughts becoming more lucid as the powers of the dark came over the land. 

The more she thought about this sudden journey, the more she began to become afraid. His hand was gripping hers painfully, and he was making straight for the little bungalow home she owned. The one story building with its few large rooms was tucked against the side of a cliff, well protected from any outside forces. It was one of many such estates in the area, yet it was set apart from the rest by a goodly distance. 

No one outside would hear what occurred inside. 

For a moment, Sidhe considered fleeing her lover's grip. She tested his fingers, and he only held onto her's tighter, looking back at her over his shoulder. Something in his gaze seemed to dare her to try to escape his wrath. 

Wisely, she chose not to do what he seemed to be challenging her to do. 

A patio of stone was carved into the cliff face, and he led her to it. In the shadows, she could see a tall Northsman, a barbarian man standing there in desert leathers. He had his back to the two oncoming Drow, unable to see as well as they could in the quickening twilight. 

Her lover hissed, and the man turned around, nodding and following the sound blindly. Then they were standing at the door to her estate. 

Sidhe looked at them both, and gulped. 

"Open it!" her lover hissed. 

And she did, giving the password to the magickal seal on the door. As the door opened and the servants became visible, trapped spirits bound to the house and to whoever owned it, her lover pushed her hard and she fell to the floor. 

The door closed behind the barbarian, sealed once more. 

Sidhe turned slowly to the dark elf man walking arrogantly around the main room. 

"Dismiss the servants," he said. 

"We won't be needing them for some time." 

He pulled off his gauntlets and she watched him, nodding to the mindless beings and noting to herself that they didn't truly disappear when dismissed but hung around unseen. They had no minds of their own, no wills and no thoughts, so in times past she had not taken them into consideration. But now, suddenly, she wished they truly were not going to stay. 

The Drow male looked at her, then he laughed at where she still lay half sprawled on the floor of the room. 

"You are so pathetic," he said, snickering. 

But the tones in his voice spoke a dozen other things. She would not be a woman if she did not acknowledge the hate and the pain there. She gulped in the thickness of his anger, his disgust, and his hatred. 

All of which were directed at her. 

He hated her. He was disgusted with her. And his wrath seemed to hold no bounds. 

Maybe he will beat me, she thought, eyeing the nearby windows and their latches. 

His cold blue eyes followed hers and he laughed again. Then he nodded to the barbarian. 

"Pick her up." 

Sidhe tried to struggle but the tall Northsman was many times stronger than her. She didn't have time to cast a single spell, or even recall which would be best just now. The barbarian picked her up in both hands, holding her tightly against his chest. The Drow man walked into the back bedroom, and the barbarian followed, carrying the struggle wizardess. 

The room contained a great fireplace, always lit, for cool nights just like this. Sticking out from one of the curved walls was a bed, big enough for two but not the most royal or elegant of furniture. The table nearby was also more practical than extravagant. 

This house had once belonged to Ubique, and before her, a barbarian lover she had come to have had owned it. He had been Ubique's first lover, first among all men. And when he had married another, he had given Ubique this home with which to begin to build her own fortune. 

Once Sidhe had married one of Ubique's own allies, the Drow warrior had given her wizardess slave the estate, a pretense of freedom or so it had always seemed to Sidhe. Ubique gave her many things to remind her she was an equal in their House, but she also did the small subtle things to show Sidhe that she was still owned, and still belonged to someone else. 

The recent marriage contract, for instance -- important to Sidhe's sisters in Ubique's guild, but of near to no value to Sidhe. She appreciated Ubique's choice of partner of course, just as she had the last time. This time, her silly heart wasn't involved, whereas last time, when her husband had left her for another dimension, Sidhe had cried big fat human-like tears over the high elf Ubique had meant her to marry only for political reasons. 

This time, Sidhe cried not for her future husband. She had fallen asleep weeping drunkenly over the man who now glared at her with a gaze so full of hate that it itched her skin all over and caused her soul to shrivel inside. 

The Drow male nodded at the bed, and the Northsman tossed Sidhe onto it, the mattress creaking from the strength of his throw. Sidhe stayed absolutely still, eyes wide and panic-filled. 

"Did you miss me, my 'love'," the Drow said. 

His voice was thick with venom as he sat in a wooden chair at the table. He slouched slightly, his frame full of confidence and ire. 

Whatever he had planned, he knew he wouldn't get caught. And he obviously had something very wicked in mind. 

Sidhe gulped and looked up at the Northsman. 

"This is my friend," her lover said to her. 

"He's going to help me teach you a lesson. Do you know what lesson I'm going to teach you?" 

Sidhe looked back at the man speaking, and blinked. Then she shook her head. 

He looked away from her and began to pull off his armor until he was wearing only his softer, more comfortable leathers. Then he tilted his head, running a hand through his short white hair. 

"Once upon a time, not so long ago, you gave yourself to me." 

His voice was hard as mithril, and yet as low and smooth as poison in wine. And he wouldn't look at her, his eyes ran over the room, the fire, anywhere but at her. 

"You said you loved me, and only me. You swore you had no other lovers, that you gave your body to only me. And I believed you, Sidhe." 

"But I didn't! I still --" 

"Silence, bitch!" he spat. 

His eyes were on her now, and he was ready to leap out of his chair, his fingers clenching reflexively. 

She thought she could almost feel them on her throat. 

He wanted to kill her, if not hurt her terribly. She put a hand to her neck, and backed up on the bed. 

As if seeing the fear in her eyes, and liking it, he squinted at her a moment. Then he chuckled, sitting back in his chair and resting one hand on the tabletop. His short nails drummed on the wooden surface as he studied her. 

"You are still mine. You will always be mine. And I've spent some time thinking of how to show this to you. How best to remind you of what you said to me, and what you gave to me." 

His eyes went to the Northsman, who was grinning wickedly down at Sidhe. And as she followed his gaze, and looked up into the face of the tall, solidly built barbarian, she cringed, her mind reeling suddenly with her predicament. 

"If you are mine, I can give you away at my leisure. I can do what I wish with you, like property, like a toy." 

Sidhe looked back at him, her eyes clouding with tears now. Her breath was lost in her lungs. 

"And that's what I'm going to do. That's the lesson I'm going to teach you. That you are mine, and I can, and will, do whatever I wish to do with you." 

"Please, no, please don't, gods no..." she whispered. 

He nodded at the barbarian, who began to peel off his clothing. Sidhe watched, looking from the tall paler man to her dark and angry lover. He was grinning, and the madness in his soul was evident in his eyes. Anger and hatred had gone wild in him and driven him over the edge of sanity and reason. 

Sidhe looked back to the barbarian, wishing she could sink through the bed, but knowing if she made any attempt to escape, she would likely be slain outright. 

Maybe it won't be so bad, she tried to say to herself to calm her rising panic. 

But as the barbarian undressed, his eyes gleefully on hers, the fear within her grew. 

He was tall, but all Northsmen were. As he peeled off his tunic, he revealed a beefy chest and hard muscled stomach. His arms were fat with corded muscle. His waist was heavy set, and his belly slightly rounded from too much drinking and good eating. 

Her eyes blinked open and shut as he continued to disrobe. 

His legs were bare beneath his kilt of leather plates, which he undid and dropped. Then he was lifting a foot to the bed to undo his boots. His legs were as massive as tree trunks from the wood that shielded Sidhe's people from outsiders. And his member, hanging limply between his mammoth thighs, was the thickness of Sidhe's forearm. 

She gulped again, then started to back away in terror as the barbarian's cock began to thicken and throb, getting larger, harder. Sidhe's bottom found the far edge of the bed and she twisted, trying to get away over the floor. But a hand found her ankle and the barbarian was pulling her back onto the bed. 

"You can't escape, my 'love'," her Drow lover said, watching. 

She looked at him, her face a mask of terror. But his eyes were cold, calculating, and unfeeling. 

"Make her suck you," he whispered to the barbarian, a finger on his lips as he watched almost impassively. 

Sidhe struggled, but the barbarian had a grip on her hair now. He pulled her head back, hard, then spun her body with one hand against her hip, until she was on her back. He lifted her up by the hair, and then set her back on the bed on her knees. 

Her scalp ached from his grip, but he didn't let go or give her an inch of free reign. She saw his hand going to his cock, and felt the grip on her hair tighten. 

Sidhe closed her mouth, but to no avail. Soon, that massive bulbous cock head was rubbing against her lips. She could feel the oozing slime of precum there. 

The barbarian was enjoying her struggles. 

Sidhe put a hand on each of his hips, trying hard to pull away. She squeezed her eyes shut. 

Then the head of the cock was pushing between her lips, and the barbarian was speaking a Northsman-tongued warning to her not to bite, one she understood only by the relevance of the situation. Into her mouth went the fat cock head, stretching the corners of her lips tightly until she was sure they would tear. 

How that cock head fit inside she didn't know and could only attribute it to the magick of the world that allowed ogres to rape with wood elves, and trolls to rape humans. 

Into her mouth the head plunged, and the barbarian snickered, not even slightly satisfied. Sidhe beat her fists against his lower abdomen, and he laughed at her. Then he forced her head further down his cock until she could feel that fat tip at the back of her throat, pressing against her tonsils. 

The barbarian began to plunder her mouth, moving in and out in small thrusts. She kept her eyes tightly closed as he cooed to her, her fists working on his skin. She tried to claw him, but he didn't seem to notice at all. 

The next thing she knew, he was cumming in her mouth. She could taste the dreadfully salty seed pouring down her throat and into her stomach, and she shook her head. As the cock became slightly limp, not so painfully large, she tried to pull away. But the barbarian held her fast to him, wriggling her head side to side for extra pleasure. 

From the chair, her lover laughed lightly. The barbarian released Sidhe and let her fall to the bed as he examined his cock for teeth marks. Sidhe lay there, panting, wiping at her aching mouth and checking for blood. 

"Interesting specimen, isn't he?" the Drow male said. 

"Funny how I came to know a man like this. But I won't avail you with the tale. You always hated how I would speak of my other lovers. 

"One thing you should know though, my dear Sidhe. This man isn't like ordinary men. Not only is he incredibly huge, but his appetite is insatiable." 

Sidhe looked at her lover, then slowly, her gaze went to the barbarian's face. He was looking at her with eyes almost as yellow as a plains cat. Then her own eyes began to travel downward. 

The barbarian was stroking himself, his fat fist going up and down the shaft of his cock. And before her very eyes, Sidhe watched as the cock became rigid and stiff, bigger than before. 

Watching from his chair, her lover nodded at the barbarian's questioning gaze to him. 

"Now you may truly have her, my friend." 

Immediately the barbarian grabbed each of Sidhe's thighs. Mercilessly, he pulled her to him, tearing at her netted leggings. Sidhe screamed, forgetting that no one could hear her. The barbarian's thick fingers ripped her tunic from her chest and stripped her of all her jewelry, even tearing her boots from her slender feet. Soon she was naked, and she began to sweat as she screamed at the man and tried to beat him off of her. 

Then he was over her, grunting and laughing at her as he put a hand in the middle of her chest. His other hand was guiding his cock against one of her thighs, then dipping it into her privacy. 

Sidhe felt the head enter her first, and that was enough to cause her voice to pitch, a high wailing sound that echoed off the walls and ceiling. As he forced more of his cock into her tight sheath, the barbarian groaned in pleasure, and Sidhe screeched in pain and agony. 

She could feel his every ridge and vein, and could feel the throbbing desire of the barbarian. Into her he pushed, forcibly stretching her. Then he muttered something over his shoulder to the Drow male. 

"Nau," Sidhe's lover answered. 

"Don't worry about hurting her that badly. We are magickal beings, whatever damage is done repairs itself almost immediately, or within a few days. Isn't that right, Sidhe? You love big fat cock inside you, don't you, my dear?" 

Sidhe clawed at the barbarian's chest, making him laugh. Then he captured both her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. Into her he drove now, until she could feel him breaking through to her womb, where no man should ever go. At last, his cock head settled there, he was buried to the hilt. 

Sidhe couldn't breath, the air was being crushed from her lungs by his massive weight over her small frame. She tried to kick but his hips had hers pinned, her legs spread painfully wide. 

He began to withdraw, but he didn't pull out all the way before he was thrusting back inside her. Sidhe could feel the pain of his rape of her womb, feeling the rim of his cock head pulling at her insides. In and out of her he went, bouncing her on the mattress as she screamed, again and again. 

From the chair her lover watched it all, his eyes slightly interested, but for the most part impassive and unemotional. 

At last, the barbarian was cumming. He pushed up off of her body until he was almost kneeling so he could look down and see his huge shaft pushing in and out of Sidhe's tight ebon sheath. He grunted, and then came, throwing his weight onto her once more, his fingers squeezing her arms and wrists painfully, almost snapping them in his ecstasy. 

Unable to breath, Sidhe's screams of agony died in her throat. 

"Alright, get off of her before you kill her. I'm not done with her yet," the Drow male complained from the chair. 

The barbarian stooped and licked at Sidhe's face a moment, then pulled off of her, lying to one side of her. His body was too big for the bed, so he still had her pinned beneath his legs. 

"Do you understand yet, Sidhe? Do you know who you belong to yet?" As her breath came back to her lungs, she began to plead. 

"Please, I know you own me. Please no more, no more. I'll do anything!" 

"But Sidhe! We have done everything! We've done it every possible way, every possible position, every possible fantasy! And it wasn't enough for you, nau. You wanted things I couldn't give you because me fucking you wasn't enough! So I'm going to give you everything, Sidhe!" 

He stood up now, rushing to the foot of the bed, looking at her. His face was so angry, so full of hate that Sidhe cried and closed her eyes, turning over on her side. 

The thickness of the barbarian's cock inside her had made her bleed onto the mattress. But the pain of his lust was nothing compared to the ache in her heart when her lover looked at her like that. 

Her lover sneered at her weakness, his anger so tight in his body that he was panting now. 

"Again," he said to the barbarian. 

"This time, from behind." 

The barbarian asked something in a hopeful voice, and the Drow male nodded, his lips curling wickedly as he stayed at the foot of the bed. 

Sidhe felt the barbarian take her by the ankles. Then, after a few moments, she realized her humiliation wasn't done. She screeched and grabbed at the bed posts and head board. 




Rape of a Heart



The Northsman was turning her onto her stomach now, spreading her legs as he kneeled between them. Sidhe could feel his fingers flickering over her bloody crevice, fondling her broken cunt. Then he was smearing the mix of blood and semen up and back, over her anus. 

"Nau!" she screamed. 

But no one heard, and no one came. 

Sidhe gripped the head board tightly, trying in vain to pull away. But the barbarian only laughed, and her lover moved to one side of the bed, his fingers gripping a bedpost so tightly his knuckles went white. 

Sidhe looked at him over her shoulder, freezing as she saw the revulsion in his eyes. Then she began to struggle again, imploring the barbarian to stop. 

She felt his fingers parting her buttocks. She felt the heat of his cock like a burning brand against her anus. 

And then he was plunging mercilessly within, tearing at the rim of hard muscle there. He was truly unrelenting as he drove into her ass, busting her open with his shaft. He was so thick that surely her tightness must have hurt him. But it was a pain he craved, and he only went deeper, sheathing himself inside her completely. Then he withdrew, all the way, only to plunge into her again. And then again. 

The Northsmen didn't even have to put a hand on Sidhe's struggling frame. The heaviness of his hips against her buttocks, his fat cock thrusting deep into her ass, had her effectively pinned. 

Sidhe screamed and clawed at the bed's wooden frame, refusing to give up her attempt at escape. But still she found no quarter as the barbarian man rendered her ass into a bloody mess, fucking her with his complete brutal strength. 

Next to the bed, her lover was hissing, in pleasure or in hate Sidhe didn't know. 

Then the barbarian was howling in ecstasy, cumming at last, filling her ass with his spurting juices. Sidhe felt as if he were pouring lava into her core, and she could feel things breaking inside both her body and spirit as he became thicker with his final lust. 

Then, by the will of the gods or by pure fate, the world went black. 

Pain woke her before anything else. Then she sucked hard inward, filling her lungs with cool air. Hands around her held her tightly, and she felt her entire body bruised and aching, coming awake. 

Sidhe opened her eyes, and saw above her the purple haze of a morning sky. The sun had not yet come up, and there were still the last remnants of midnight clouds striding over the stars. 

She looked around, not moving her head, only her eyes. 

Her lover was near, holding her from underneath. She blinked at him, then became more aware of her surroundings. 

A pleasant cool feeling enveloped her, and she realized she was in the ocean. He was using a rag to clean her wounds. 

"I love you," he said quietly, looking into her eyes. 

"Do you believe me?" 

Sidhe nodded, blinking at him. 

"Good. Good girl. Come now, before you get a chill. Let's go to the house." 

He helped her out of the water, then, and she stumbled and had to lean against him. All of her body ached. He picked a blanket up off of the sand, and placed it about her crouching frame, holding her against him. Then he lifted her off her feet. 

As they walked through a nearby village, passing the communal campfire, Sidhe caught sight of the barbarian man sitting and cleaning off his cock. He winked at Sidhe, and she whimpered, unable to tear her eyes away from his member. 

"Shhh," said her lover in her ear, nuzzling her. 

"That's all over, now. You're mine, you see? I can do what I want to you. Never make me angry again." 

Back in the house, he laid Sidhe on the bed. Then he licked his bottom lip, opening up the blanket he had covered her with so he could gaze on her naked body. 

His fingers traced over the fingerprint-shaped bruises on her arms and legs, dancing over the purple patches on her indigo colored skin. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

"Do you love me?" 

Sidhe nodded, trembling from fear and from the cold chill setting through her weakened body. 

"Say it," he asked her. 

She blinked at him. Then she opened her mouth. 

"I love you." The lie came out so sweetly, so easily, Sidhe was surprised at herself, and suddenly proud. 

Then she carefully got up on her knees, next to her lover. She put her lips to his mouth, and her hands around his neck. She kissed him, deeply. Then she lay down, pulling him with her. 

His eyes were soft with passion as she moved her fingers to his leggings and released his cock. It wasn't a barbarian cock, but it was large all the same. She moved her hands over it, stroking it to a firmness she knew he enjoyed. She played with his sack, and he held himself up over her on his hands, watching her fingers working over him. 

Then Sidhe spread her heavily bruised thighs, now washed clean of blood and cum. She spread herself for him, and guided his cock into her privacy. 

As he entered her, she winced, and he dropped over her body. He wasn't as heavy as the Northsman had been, but her ribs hurt from supporting the great weight of her rapist only hours before. 

The Drow male dropped his head into the crook of Sidhe's neck, nuzzling her as he allowed himself to slide slickly inside her. Sidhe moved beneath him, forcing her aching muscles to push up and take him even deeper in. Thankfully, he couldn't reach the depths of her womb like his comrade had, but that didn't stop him from trying as he began to piston himself in and out of her. 

Sidhe forced her body to react to him, forced herself to think of every time she had enjoyed his touch, his every gesture of love to her. She made her cunt become slick with excitement, and he was spurred on to greater action by the feel of her reacting to him. 

"I have to have all of you," he groaned, and Sidhe nodded, turning over onto her stomach. She lifted her broken bottom up to him, and he plunged into her already-healing anus, fucking her ass mercilessly. He pulled out and thrust into her puss, then pulled out and moved into her ass again. He trade from one to the other, stroke for stroke, moaning all the while. 

Then he turned her back onto her backside, looking down at her as he stroked himself. 

"I have to have all of you, my love," he said, as if he needed her to understand. 

Sidhe nodded again, sliding down on the bed. And soon, he was guiding his cock to her lips. 

This was how the night had begun, she thought to herself. But then she pushed the thought away, forcing herself to become calm once more. 

His cock head parted her lips easily, and she swirled her tongue around the rim of him, tasting herself and the faint echoes of diluted blood. Her lover put his hands in her hair, lifting her head up to his cock and beginning to forcibly fuck her face. 

"I love you, gods I love you," he groaned. 

Then he was cumming, filling her throat with his seed. He pulled out slightly, and spurted over her face, coating her lips, her chin, her cheeks with his warm semen. 

At last, he was spent, and he fell to the bed. Sidhe lay very still, resting her head against his shoulder. 

"I can't sleep here," he said softly, and Sidhe nodded. 

"I have kin to see today, and I'm so weary. My life, Sidhe, it is so full of pain and hardship. You are the one thing I enjoy, do you know that?" 

Sidhe forced a smile when he looked at her, and she returned his passionate kiss. Then she sat up, helping him to dress. 

"You are the one island of goodness I know of, in all I do, each day. I can't be what you want me to be, I have to be myself. But that doesn't mean I don't love you," he said, putting a finger under her chin. 

Sidhe smiled, understanding at last, and all too well. 

"Good, I will go now. I hope to see you soon, my sweet love. Remember, no matter what I am doing, or who I am with...I am thinking of you. Only you." 

He kissed her again, smiling happily now that he was completely confident of her love for him, and completely satisfied. 

As he walked out the door, the false smile dripped from Sidhe's face like melted wax. Her eyes filled with angry tears, and she winced as she began to move around the house. 

It took only a bit of new magick to change the password that opened the door or any of the windows for the desert house. Then, gathering her items, Sidhe summoned the servants. They looked at her with mournful faces, and when they wouldn't look her right in the eyes, she wondered for a moment if they actually were aware of what had gone on the night before. 

Best not to think of that, she told herself. 

"Clean this house. I don't want a single remnant to be as it is now. When next I come, I want to smell only cleaning solutions. Clean everything. I want a new bed, new table and chairs, new furnishings. 

"Burn everything that is here that is here for practicality, and replace it with something new." 

Wincing again, Sidhe called up the portal that would take her home. Once in the woods her people ruled, the dark elf wizardess limped into the tunnel that would lead her to the underground city her kin had built. She slipped through the quiet streets unseen, until she got to the tower in the city's deepest quarter. And then, she summoned all of her servants and minions to the main hall. 

They gathered there restlessly, sensing Sidhe's odd mood. She stood up on the dais reserved for the lords and ladies of the house, and looked out upon them all. She had even summoned her network of spies and her most far reaching and most trusted merchants and dealers. 

"From this point on," she said loudly, "I belong to no man. Within my House, within my realm, my son is my heir, and my new lord and soon to be husband is the only male allowed to access my...assets. According to the contract I signed yesterday, I may make public claim to no other lover. Thusly, no one else will be welcomed into this tower, other than my children, those of my guild, and my lord. No friends may enter unless they are accompanied or expected by myself or my lord. 

"Should you disobey me, see now the results of your disobedience." Sidhe shirked off the simple robe she had donned while waiting for her household and minions to gather. And as they looked over her bruised body, they gasped and winced, eyes turning away from the wounds. 

"These wounds are your folly!" she shouted to her servants. 

"My body is my temple, and yours to protect! The wounds in my heart and my soul, caused by this night, are my own punishment for my weakness. But these bruises I bear are the result of your lack of loyalty and caution! You bear them as much as I!" 

Sidhe glared over the crowd, then dismissed them with a wave. Then she went up to her rooms, and closed off the world. 

The guard would double its efforts at protecting her now, she knew. And the servants would heed her word about who was allowed into the tower or any of her estates. 

But only she could protect her heart... 



Rape of a Milf College Student



Renee is a 30 year old mom of 4 working on her master's degree. She has classes every Friday evening. This weekend the grandparents were taking the kids out to their house so she could go out with her hubby later that evening. It was a beautiful, warm, fall day, so she decided to dress up before going to class and surprise her hubby after class was finished. She left for class wearing her new black liquid nylon thigh highs, short black spandex skirt and a light pink button-down shirt that allowed the light shadow of her black bra to show through. Her outfit was snug in a sexy (not slutty) way. It showed off her proportionally curvy size 16 body and her 42DDD cup nicely. Off to class she went.

When the class finished at 10pm it was already dark. Renee decided not to wait for the group to walk to the parking lot because she was excited to finally meet up with hubby and go out without the kids around. Rushing to the car, she decided to take a short cut off the well-lit sidewalks past the back side of the dorms. In the rush to get to her car she felt something between her feet and tripped in the grass by some shrubs, but could hardly see anything. Knocked off balance from the fall and not able to see, Renee felt herself being grabbed from behind. She started to scream but was gagged, and then a hood was pulled over her head. She felt many hands on her, keeping her still against her struggle, and felt her wrists being cuffed. Her struggle was no match for them. She was outnumbered.

They dragged her in to the back door of the dorm hall and down to a courtyard, now closed off due to budget cuts. (Some of the rowdy students had gained access and secretly opened it back up because it was perfect for hazing and underage drinking parties, being so secluded.) Once there they took her cuffed hands and pulled them up to a hook and chain dangling from an old basketball net, pulling her up to her tip toes. Terrified, Renee still continued to scream through the gag and struggled to get free. It was futile and the more she struggled on her tip toes, the more of a show she put on. You could see the red of her panties under her short tight skirt. The guys who abducted Renee start talking about how perfect her tits were, how entertaining she was and how she would do for their party entertainment since their stripper canceled on them.

After a short while she stopped struggling as her arms grew tired. Thoughts of what is going to happen to her raced through her mind and all she wanted was just to go home.

Someone whispered in her ear. "If you cooperate with us we won't hurt you, and after the party you can go."

As she continued to hang there loud music started to play, jerking her back to reality. A DJ started talking.

"Okay, people, let's get this party started, by introducing...the captured girl-next-door act!"

The bag was pulled off her head. Renee looked in horror as she saw about 25 people, mostly guys and some girls. The terrified, captured mom started to struggle as they clapped. One of the guys began to unbutton her shirt, exposing her sheer black bra. The crowd now cheered louder as Renee continued to struggle, her cries drowned out by the mob. 

They began to chant, "Skirt! Skirt! Skirt! Skirt!" over and over again, till someone pulled her skirt down and off, exposing her shiny red spandex string bikini panties. 

Renee started to cry as the front of her bra is unclasped and opened, her generous breasts popping out, vulnerable and fully exposed.

The partying crowd went wild and started chanting again. 

"Panties! Panties! Panties! Panties!"

Her panties were ripped off hard and fast, exposing her naturally hairy pussy. Her bra was cut off and thrown to the wild crowd, this time with flashes of lights from cameras and camera phones. There she hung, gagged, tits and pussy fully exposed, only wearing an unbuttoned, open shirt and shiny thigh highs. Renée was still crying and struggling against her cuffs, thinking to herself that only her hubby had ever seen her nude, feeling exposed, helpless and humiliated. She felt someone grabbing her legs and pulling them wide. A spreader bar was attached to her ankles to keep her legs wide apart, then she felt her pussy tearing as something was shoved inside of her. Her loud screams were muffled as a pole with a dildo attached was inserted into her pussy. A couple of the teens started sucking on her enormous breasts and an angel-faced blonde girl was relentlessly stabbing inside of her uterus with the monstrous device.

The helpless mom-of-4 tried to fight her arousal, but it was futile. As her cries turned to muffled pleas she started to moan. Her own body was betraying her. Several minutes passed and Renee's moans and groans turned to cries of passion and she tried to resist cumming. She could not. She came hard and loud. The crowd went wild as she continued to cum. One of the abductors saw this and un-gagged her. 

He whispered to her, "Bitch, you yell out 'FUCK ME' an' we'll pull that thing outta yo pussy an' let you down."

"No!" Defiantly she shook her head, still moaning and groaning.

Twenty minutes passed as the crowd danced, partying, while the mom-of-4 hung there, sweaty, naked and so wet you could hear the dildo sloshing inside of her. Renee's cries of ecstasy and suffering turned to screams. 

Finally she screams out, "FUCK ME, please. FUCK ME!"

The monster cock was removed, and then she was unhooked. She fell to her hands and knees, but her hands were still cuffed and the spreader bar was still attached to her ankles. The crowd gathered around her. Renee looked up and realized that she'd just cried out to everyone to fuck her, and that was now their intent.

One large guy got in front of her and unzipped his pants as she felt someone grab her hips from behind. She was too tired to put up any resistance, other than to cry, as someone un-cuffed her hands just long enough to remove her shirt. Then a massive, hard cock filled her mouth. Another athlete stuffed his man-flesh into her pussy. She continued to cry as she was taken from both ends. Feeling humiliated and dirty, Renee thought how this was the first time she had been fucked by anyone other than her hubby and now she was being fucked by a whole crowd. She still could not believe the girls in the crowd egging on the men to rape her. They were laughing and truly enjoying this. It was surreal.

Renee continued to be fucked by an endless stream of men. One had gotten under her, forcing her to ride him while he played with her enormous tits. Another guy got behind her and took her up the ass. She couldn't breathe because her airway was being blocked by another massive cock. Images of her husband waiting for her at the restaurant, and her children asleep in their beds ran through her mind as she felt her world crumbling. She tasted cum as he spilled himself down her throat and another took his place. Over and over again, everyone had a turn at her. The used and abused Milf thought it was over, until one of the girls rolled her on her back, pulled down her own shorts and panties, then proceeded to sit on the helpless moms face, forcing her to lick her till she came. Then two other girls sat on her face, forcing her to make them cum, till finally they were done with her.

Renee lay there in the middle of the floor, wearing only her thigh highs, soaked in sweat and co-mingled cum, quietly crying in humiliation. Two of her abductors grabbed her and put the hood back on her head, then dragged her out back of the dorm, where she was taken earlier in the evening. They left her there, next to her shirt, skirt, and an envelope. Renee finally got up and put her clothes back on, grabbing her things, then made her way to the car as fast as her sore body could carry her.

Once at the car she opened the envelope and read the note inside.

"Renee, thank you for the best entertainment we have ever had. Hopefully this covers your time. PS, we know your phone number, address, and the rest of your personal information from your iPhone. We took lots of pics and video, so I wouldn't tell anyone about this. Unless you want the same thing to happen to your family."

Included in the envelope was $500.

Renee sat in her car, humiliated and shocked at this letter and money, when she noticed two emails. One was from her hubby, replying to an email from her iPhone she didn't send to him, letting her know that it's ok that her class ran over and that he was waiting for her at home. The other was from an anonymous email address that had a picture of her hanging nude, with a subject line that they will be calling for another session. The message said that if she wanted the pics and video to stay private, she would need to follow their directions when called upon, Slut.



Rape of Sister



This is a true story happened about 10 years back. It’s about me and my sister Sandhya. I was 28 years old then and married for 3 years. My sister-in-law Sandhya was a young beautiful woman with a figure of 36C-26-28. She was married for a year now to Dr.Raj. She was only 24 years of age. They were staying at an upcountry place in north karnataka. I had a crush on her right before my marriage with my wife. We were staying in Bangalore. I happened to go to their village where Dr.Raj was practicing for some work. I was in sales field and gone to that place to do the survey in the surrounding areas. I was supposed to stay at their place for about a week. My co-brother Dr.Raj was a drunkard guy and used to come very late in the night from the hospital dead drunk. 

On the very second day I realized that Sandhya is unhappy with her marriage and Dr.Raj irrespective of having a beautiful wife, is not sexually satisfying her properly. On third day after having dinner with Sandhya I was watching TV. It was 10 PM and Dr.Raj rang up saying that there is an emergency case in the neighboring villege and he is going there. I could see Sandhya literally banging the phone. She was upset because Dr.Raj’s behavior was turning bad to worst. She asked me whether I would like to have some coffee before going to sleep. I said I don’t mind. She prepared 2 cups of coffee and brought. While having coffee, she was about to take some tablets. I asked her what tablets is she taking. She replied saying that whenever such situation arises she can’t sleep without popping couple of sleeping tablets which are available in Dr.Raj’s bag. I asked her not to do so as it will become into a habit and she is too young to take sleeping pills. She replied saying that is her destiny and she can’t help it.

She went to sleep in her bedroom and I watched TV for some more time. I felt sleepy and started for my room which was a guest room. We both were alone in the house which was a huge bungalow and was outside the town. While passing by her bedroom I just peeped to see whether she had already slept. Sandhya was sleeping on a huge brass double bed without any covers on her body. She was wearing a thin nightgown which had moved upto her thighs and one of her breast was half out as she must have removed her bra clasp as it must be very tight. The scene was so erotic that I was getting a hard on then and there. However I controlled myself and went to my room for sleeping. I was not been able to sleep. Every now and then Sandhya’s voluptuous body used to dance in front of my eyes and my lust for her was increasing every minutes. After about 1 hour it was unbearable and the animal in me woke up.

I went to Sandhya’s bedroom. I pulled curtains on all windows and locked the door from inside. There was only one blue color bed lamp in the room now. I was aware that Sandhya had taken 2/3 sleeping tablets and hence I was doing this daring. I went up to her bed and bent over her face. My lips were hardly couple of inches away from hers. My breath was very hot now. I slowly put my lips on hers and kissed her. There was no reaction. I removed my clothes and started playing with her body.

I took one of her tits in my mouth and started nibbling on it. I kissed her deep and started kneading her breasts. I was also twisting her cunt lips in between and putting my finger inside her cunt lips. Her legs were spread wide and tide. Her cunt lips were forced opened because of this. I had a real hard one now. I came between her legs and tried to shove my hard cock inside her cunt. But it was dry and I was feeling it difficult to push. I searched around and got coconut oil bottle on the dressing table. I lubricated my cock thoroughly by coconut oil and also poured good quantity on her cunt. Her cunt was dripping with coconut oil now. I had no difficulty in pushing my huge erection in her. I started giving slow strokes and increased the rhythm slowly. The effect of the sleeping pills was erasing now and slowly she was sensing that somebody is violating her body. She realized that she is being raped and opened her mouth to shout. I put my hand on her mouth to muffle her voice. I put my lips on hers and pinched her tits very hard. She wanted to scream but my tongue entered her mouth and muffled her voice. I bit her shoulder and earlobes. I was fucking her so hard now that her entire body was shaking though tied. My cock was making a nice plop sound every time it hit her cunt lips due to liberal coconut oil. and driving me more mad. I fucked her for 25 minutes and emptied my load inside her.

She was in a state of shock however she climaxed when I shot my load inside her. I turned and came 69 on her and started lapping her cunt lips by spreading them wide open. I inserted my semi hard cock in her open mouth and gagged her. She had no choice but to suck it to make it harder. My tongue was entering deep inside her cunt and I had spread her thighs wide open. Sandhya was sucking my cock for 15 minutes and it had become monstrous now . I again turned and entered her with force. She was pleading me shyly not to fuck her and rape her in this manner. I kissed her deep and silenced her voice. I started fucking her hard. She seems to have been enjoying it. She was lifting her ass to meet my cock as it was entering deeper and deeper. I started kneading her boobs wildly. Her nipples must be twitching. She was becoming restless. Simultaneously I was fucking her slowly. I fucked her for 45 minutes which is a record till today. I have not been able to last so long after this incident. I emptied my ball sac deep into her and she hit the climax 4 times in the course of this 45 minutes slow fuck. She was now almost unconscious. Her body was dripping with sweat.

I got up from her love mound with my cock dripping with love juices which I wiped with her gown. I made her sleep on the sides and pulled a blanket on her. I saw the watch, I was fucking her for 3 hours and was feeling very tired. I went to my room and slept. I got up in the morning around 7 am. And went to dinning room. I saw Dr.Raj sitting on the dinning table and he asked me to join him for a morning tea. He must have come early morning after I had raped his lovely wife. He must have opened the door himself by latchkey. And as such he used to come back drunk, must not have noticed raped Sandhya and slept happily next to her.

Sandhya walked out from the kitchen with a tray of tea cups in her hands. She must have taken bath just now as her hair were wet and tied nicely at the back. She was wearing a blue color house gown which was showing all the curves of her body. Her lips and shoulder were bruised by my bites however she was trying to show nothing has happened. She must be thinking that her drunkard and pervert husband Dr.Raj must have raped her last night in a fit of anger and drunken state. I said I had to leave that afternoon. In the afternoon I bid goodbye to Sandhya and left their village for Bangalore.