3 comments/ 19668 views/ 13 favorites Raping Heidi By: SimonLeBonMot This story contains contents of the gray area between fantasy and rape. If that is something that bothers you please do not read it. Thoughtful comments, both pro and con, are welcomed. What, if any portions of this story are true are left to the reader to ponder. ------------------------------- Heidi was a pretty woman by any measure, yet not stunning in any way. She was more at home in jeans and a T-shirt than anything else, and her brown, straight, shoulder-length hair was usually in a low-maintenance ponytail or back in a headband. If she had a leisurely weekend, she might not shower or wear a bra for 48 hours, and she was more apt to smell of pot and cheap beer than of perfume. She was a student-athlete with a purposeful body. Her breasts were small, and she was very firm. Her ass was perhaps a bit too large for her frame, but that was owing to all the running she did, not because of any fat on her physique. In fact she was lean, and had six-packs abs before there was such a term. She was also a gifted student who thought nothing of being one of the few females in the O-Chem class, yet setting the curve. She was a bigger fan of Jane Austen than of fashion magazines, and while half the girls on campus were dressed as Madonna or Cyndi Lauper, Heidi seemed to have found her kitschy wardrobe in thrift stores (even though she came from a well-to-do family,) and she dressed more like a cast member from the musical Hair than like the women you saw in MTV videos at that time. While in college, in the mid 1980's, I dated a woman who was amazingly open when it came to exploring all of her sexual boundaries. For the purposes of this story, I will refer to myself as Chuck, since that is what I am called, and I will refer to her as Heidi, since I always felt she looked more like a Heidi than she looked like a woman with her actual given name. Heidi was mentally balanced and as far as I was ever able to determine; she had nothing in her history which would have explained her sexually adventurism. (In later years I discovered that most women who were sexually crazy usually came with a heavy set of emotional baggage which usually was not worth the extra baggage fees.) I met Heidi late in my junior year (She was a sophomore) in an anthropology course. It took me a few weeks to ask her out on a date - in the ruse of a study session. We hit it off well, and we went to bed on our fourth study date. I was surprised to learn Heidi had only been with two men before me: one in high school and one her freshman year at University. She had lost her virginity at age 17: moderation personified. It was perhaps a few weeks later when I got my first inkling that Heidi was a bit twisted...or perhaps better put: open-minded. Out of the blue, she asked me how often I masturbated. At first I told her I never did. She laughed in my face in a good-natured way. After I admitted to pleasuring myself on a fairly regular basis, she asked if I had ever masturbated with a girl. I honestly admitted that I had not, nor had the idea of asking a girl to engage in such private behavior as a group activity ever crossed my mind. Of course I then asked her if she had ever masturbated with a male. She said, no, but indicated the idea appealed to her. I expressed my shock, and jokingly told her, she was free to do so in front of me if she ever got the itch...so to speak. Her jeans were off in about ten seconds! I am quite sure I was more embarrassed as a spectator, than she was as the star of the show. She vigorously fingered her clitoris, and slipped two (and then three) fingers from her other hand into her soaking wet pussy: it made the most devilishly delicious sound. My face must have been a mere foot from the action as she came, but I had the feeling she was unaware of my presence. It was not long before masturbating together became a regular part of our routine in bed. On nights when I failed to get her off, the burden of failure was quickly erased when Heidi would simple finish off a job that is sometimes best left to the owner of the equipment. Heidi had not experienced a wide variety of sexual activities, but each new thing we talked about had to be tried out. In the course of the first four months we dated we were quite experimental: those experiments ending with a wide variety of success and failure. I fondly recall our effort to attempt anal sex - using baby oil as a lubricant. It was not to her liking, yet she insisted on endured it long enough to allow me to come in her ass. One tipsy night in the shower we even peed on each other's legs; that was also an experiment we both only engaged in once. We tried sixty-nining, but found we would lose focus on either the giving or receiving end. One activity we both found we enjoyed was when I would come on her face. I assumed she might find it degrading, yet she always encouraged me when I pulled out of her before coming. I assumed no man could postpone his orgasm very long when the woman he adored would say, "Oh yes, Baby, come on my face." Heidi would shut her brown eyes tightly, and I could enjoy the sight of thick lines of come covering her pretty face. She would giggle as I raced to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean her up. One night, after I had emptied a particularly large load of come onto her face, and I was in the bathroom warming up the water for the washcloth, she said, "Oh my God, you came a lot, didn't you? I must look like a glazed donut." I could not deny her claim as I gently cleaned up my handy work. Surprisingly, Heidi was not interested in sex around the time of her period, but she was an eager provider of exquisitely administered blowjobs. So, once a month, I would experience a 72 hour period (pardon the pun) where I would get blown nightly. The rest of the month Heidi adored receiving oral sex too. Her most unique sexual trait may have been that she was not a stickler for having to come straight from the shower in order to enjoy being eaten. I was just as apt to get to eat her after a soccer match as I was right after she got out of a bath or shower. Thus her pussy usually tasted more of sweat, desire, and fresh mown soccer field than it did like soap. (In the years after Heidi, I seldom recall getting to taste a woman who actually tasted like a sexually excited woman does.) We also talked about our mutual friends we found attractive. She seemed to exhibit no jealousy when I told her I thought one of her soccer teammates (Who happened to have enormous breasts) was appealing to me. It was not without surprise when she told me she found my friend, Dirk, to be sexy. He was a foreign exchange student from Germany, and was a tennis player. He had masculine good looks and was an imposing figure of a man at well over six feet tall. He was lithe and lean, just like Heidi...although almost a foot taller than her. Anyway, Heidi and I continued our satisfying sex life for well into my senior year. I don't think we had sex any more than other college age couples, but we always had fun, and frequently laughed as we played in bed. One night when we were high, and talking about sex, her answer sort of caught me off guard when we began discussing sexual fantasies which we had not yet experienced. I had mentioned the idea of having two women at once. That, being a universal fantasy for all men, did not shock Heidi in the least. She, however, shocked the hell out of me when she said she had a rape fantasy. At first I assumed she was joking or testing out my reaction. I honestly told her that fantasy was not one I shared, and I thought she was a bit deranged to hold such a view on the matter. I had to give her credit for her candor, however, when she adamantly stuck to her fantasy. Heidi had so openly indulged in all of my fantasies, that I had to find out more. "You really want to be raped? Isn't that sorta sick?" "Not by some sicko in an alley. But the idea of a sexy guy coming in and just taking me is kinda hot." "You want me to...ah...well, you know, someday?" Heidi hesitated for the first time in my memory as she responded to a sexual question. "If you want to, yes." "Do you want to plan it, or should I just surprise you?" "Surprise me. And don't be nice about it. Make it feel real." "What if you don't like it? Shouldn't you have a 'safe'word'?" "I suppose so. How about 'soccer ball'?" She paused briefly. "And if I can't talk, then two taps on your arm or shoulder means 'stop'." "If you can't talk? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "I want to be able to scream and fight. I wouldn't want the neighbors to call the cops" She laughed when I still did not understand. "I might need to be gagged." "I get it now." I changed the subject as quickly as I could. I did not bring up the subject again with Heidi, but I began to put into effect a scheme over the course of the next few months. * * * My friend Chuck and I were drinking a few beers one night after attending a party. I was scheduled to end my year abroad and head home to Germany in a few weeks. "I'm gonna miss you, Dirk. Did you have a good time here this year?" "The best. I'll miss America, and you and Heidi of course. She's a great girl." Chuck had shared more than a few stories about his girlfriend. I would never have guessed her to be the kind of girl who was as wild as Chuck assured me she was. "I think Heidi will miss you too. She once told me if she could sleep with any of my friends, it would be you." "Really? That's flattering. I wish you'd told me sooner than two weeks before I'm leaving. I'd have tried my luck." I laughed. "I doubt you'd have succeeded. She's pretty loyal." "I know she is. I was kidding...more or less." "You think she's cute?" "Hell yes. Very athletic, plus, from what you've told me, she's a pistol in bed." Chucked paused, and swigged down the last of his beer. "If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?" "Sure. Plus, I am leaving soon, who would I tell?" "True enough. Here's what I'm planning for Heidi's birthday next weekend..." Chuck was clearly drunk, but he managed to get through his story. It was with great shock that I learned that Heidi had a rape fantasy. I knew it was not an uncommon fantasy, but, still, I had never known an actual woman who harbored that dark fantasy. Heidi's family had a house out by the lake. It was more of a cabin actually: very rustic. Chuck planned to take Heidi out there for her birthday weekend. The cabin was a good mile away from the next closest inhabitants. "So, Chuck, your plan is to take her out there and rape her...I mean pretend to rape her?" "Well, at least until she says 'soccer ball'." He paused again. "I was actually thinking, this might be a job that needs to be out-sourced." "Huh?" "How about you? Would you be interested in doing it?" "What? Are you nuts? I have no desire to rape any woman." I gave Chuck this response because I knew it was what was expected. In reality, the fantasy appealed to me greatly. I had, unfortunately, just never met the right woman to indulge with it in. "I know that, Dirk. It's just a fantasy. She'll probably say 'soccer ball' before she's even naked." I laughed out loud. "You know, you've just asked me to rape your girlfriend. Is there a hidden microphone here to put me in jail with...and make me miss my flight home?" "I think the fact you're leaving makes you perfect for the job. When exactly do you leave?" I gave him the date, and we agreed to meet again a few days before the scheduled weekend and work out the details. * * * "Hey, Charles, my parents said we're free to use the cabin this weekend?" "That's great news. We can get away in the great outdoors away from everyone." "So, you don't want to invite any other people?" "No, I think not, Heidi; that way I can have you whenever I like." "If you can seduce me, of course." "Out there so far from civilization, you really won't have much say in the matter." This statement was the first inkling I had that my beloved boyfriend was actually planning to rape me. I raised my eyebrows inquisitively. "Is that so?" "It is your birthday after all. If you're still interested, I'll play along." "You do recall 'soccer ball', right, Charles?" Charles smiled, kissed me on the forehead and left for class. As I dressed for my first class I could tell that the panties I had been sleeping in were wet. * * * Heidi and I enjoyed a nice day of hiking by the lake, and we barbequed some burgers on the outdoor grill. We also killed off a few beers each before heading inside to avoid the mosquitoes which were now out in abundance on this warm June night. It was perhaps a quarter before nine o'clock when I said to Heidi, "We've almost run outa beer. Here, you drink this last one. I'll head down to that convenience store by the freeway and pick up another six-pack or two." "There's no need to do that. We can drink wine." I smiled at Heidi. "No, I am going to go get beer. I'll be gone about a half hour. Did you notice the lock on the back door is not working right? I can't get it to lock," I lied. "Anyone could break in while I'm gone." Heidi nodded knowingly. "I did see that. Not to worry though. If anyone tries to attack me they will have their hands full." She winked. As I grabbed me car keys and left, I said to her, "Happy birthday, Heidi. If you get tired and go to bed, you should sleep without any panties on." With that word of logistical advice I was out the front door. It took me almost fifteen minutes to drive back to civilization. As I neared the freeway I saw the gas station I had agreed to meet Dirk at. He was seated on the trunk of his car drinking a beer. "You're right on time, Chuck. Any cold feet on your part...or hers?" "I think I'm fine. I also gave her enough hints that I think she knows what's up. Of course she doesn't know it's not me who's gonna be showing up." "You're directions are pretty specific. There's no way I will show up at the wrong house and get my ass shot?" I laughed out loud. "That would be a tough one to explain to the German embassy I guess. No, once you turn onto Mulberry Lane there is only the one cabin where it dead ends. There is a picnic table a hundred yards before you get there. If you park there, you can walk up on the house unnoticed. You have a flashlight, right, Dirk?" "Right here in my jacket pocket." "You nervous?" "Actually, I am. I think she will freak out when she sees me. She may say 'soccer ball' right away. I'll be back here in a half hour and you'll be looking for a new girlfriend." "I doubt that." However, I, too, also secretly feared that things would go badly and Heidi would be angry with me. But she was open-minded enough that I assumed she would applaud my effort to fulfill her fantasy, even if she balked at it when it actually was about to happen. "You'd better be going. I'll wait here for you. With a half hour driving time I guess I'll see you in a little over an hour." "Sounds like a plan, Chuck. And by the way, do you want me to use a condom? I know we did not discuss that part. I have some on me." Dirk's statement drove home to me the fact that another man was likely going to fuck my girlfriend. I momentarily thought about changing the plan, sending Dirk home, and returning to the cabin myself. However, I concluded I could always attempt to take Heidi by force myself. This plan, involving Dirk, had been carefully laid out, and I knew Heidi found him attractive. "No need for a condom. As you know, she's on the pill. And I know you're not a player." "OK, buddy. I'm off then." "And she's kinda dirty. We've been hiking all day, and there's no shower or anything in the cabin." Dirk laughed. "I'm not taking her The Ritz, I'm going to....have sex with her." I noticed he did not use the work 'rape'. "True." "Here are a couple of beers to help you kill the time." He handed me two semi-cold bottles of beer, and with that Dirk climbed into his car, and he exited the parking lot. (Being that this was in the days prior to the cell phone, and the cabin had no phone service, the point of no return had been reached -- surprisingly I had an erection.) * * * I shot past Mulberry Lane; it was not well indicated. The sign was obscured by a bush; amusingly, however, not a mulberry bush. The asphalt quickly gave way to gravel, which in turn became dirt. The crushing of gravel below my tires silenced as I made my stealthy way towards my victim. I saw the picnic table and barbeque Chuck had mentioned. I turned my car around facing back towards the frontage road for a rapid escape. To aid in this scheme, I also left the keys in the ignition after shutting off the motor. I eased out of the car, took the flashlight from the passenger seat, and gently latched the door. I walked around the perimeter of the small cabin. There was only one light on in one room -- Heidi would be easy to find. I got to the back of the cabin and made my way to the door. I was very nervous. Even as a game, the danger felt real. I was fairly certain Heidi would see me, freak out, and put an end to the plan. I envisioned, if she were not mad, she might have a glass of wine with me, thank me for trying to help Chuck out, and then she would send me on my way to get him. Secretly, I hoped she might play along. She could fulfill her fantasy, and I could fulfill mine without ever having to tell either her or Chuck about my twisted desire. I pressed on the latch, and, as Chuck had assured me, it was not locked. I entered the cabin through the dark kitchen. Through the living room I could see the one light was coming from the only bedroom. I took off my shoes and socks. I was now only in jeans and a tee-shirt. I turned the flashlight off and set it on the floor next to my shoes and socks -- I could make a hasty retreat as soon as things went badly...as I was now certain they would. I crossed through the living area and approached the open bedroom door. "Who's there? Is somebody out there? I have a gun." Even though I knew Heidi did not have a gun (Or I was 99.99% sure she did not), I stopped in my tracks. I realized that if she were going to truly act out the role of terrified victim, I would have to entertain the idea of actually becoming a rapist. I took a bold step forward, both physically and emotionally. Heidi was lying on top of the bed. She was wearing only a long T-shirt which barely covered her narrow hips. The look on her face was puzzling. She recognized me in an instant, of course; we had met on dozens of occasions. I gave her a moment to process this new situation. I was ready for her to say, "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!" It may have been two seconds, but it sure felt like I could have flown home to Germany in the time it took her to say, "Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house, or I'll call the cops." I did not give Heidi the chance to change her mind. In an instant I was on top of her. "Be quiet lady. Don't make me hurt you." I grabbed her wrists and tried to work my way on top of her. She was amazingly strong and threw me off of her more than once. I also realized, even if I did get on top of her, I still had my pants on. I quickly got off of her and removed my pants. Of course, as I did so, Heidi could have bolted from the room and left the cabin. I sensed she was taking a moment off from the game and watching me get naked. I am not sure, but I thought I saw a playful smile pass over her face when she finally saw my naked body. That moment passed quickly, and I was on top of her again. This time I wedged my legs between hers. The leverage was all I needed. Even though Heidi was a fit athlete, her legs parted. I finally felt my cock touching her ample pubic hair. (I had seen Heidi in a bathing suit enough times to know she made no effort to control her wild bush.) Raping Heidi Even with my legs between Heidi's, I still had to contend with her flailing arms. She could easily have hit or scratched my face, but she only hit my arms and shoulders as she 'fought' me. But even this prevented me from being able to try to fuck her. I secured one of her wrists and succeeded in twisting it down to her side. In this position I give it a turn and induce pain. "Now stay still, Bitch, or I'll twist your wrist again." I gave her a sample of the pain I could administer. "Stop, stop. You're hurting me!" I released Heidi's wrist and prepared to get off of her. "I didn't say 'soccer ball' or tap your shoulder twice," she said in a mocking tone. In that moment I was suddenly no longer acting. My hand shot out and slapped Heidi squarely across the face. This time I would have been shocked if she had put an end to the game. I grabbed her wrists and held them down to her sides, and I worked my cock to the opening of her pussy. "Now, Heidi, you be a good slut. I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna take it, just like you secretly want to. Chuck and I put a lot of effort into this. Enjoy it, 'cause it's gonna happen whether you like it or not." With that admonition, I pressed my rock-hard cock into Heidi's pussy. She was not wet, yet she was not completely dry either. She continued to fight, but with less vigor than before. Her hips bucked, but I out-weighed her by 60 or more pounds. Her arms still fought me, but with less determination than before. She had resigned herself to the game or had simply grown tired. "Please stop. You're hurting me," Heidi pleaded. Having been fooled once, I continued to fuck her even harder now. I heard my hips slapping against her narrow thighs. I could also tell she was now getting far wetter. The next time she asked me to stop I covered her mouth with my hand and continued my assault on her. This made her fight harder again...that effort quickly turned into an orgasm. She stopped fighting, relaxed and came for what seemed like the better part of a minute. While watching her come, I had briefly forgotten my own impending orgasm. I fucked Heidi as hard as I had ever fucked a female in my life. As I began to come I placed my hand on Heidi's throat and began to choke her. "Take that you dirty slut," I yelled as I came deep inside my best friend's girlfriend's pussy. I seem to come for longer than I ever had before. I must have been choking Heidi for nearly a minute as I filled her pussy with come when her hand gently rose off of the bed and tapped my elbow twice. I released my grip and fell on top of her. "Are you OK?" I asked after several moments. "I'm not sure. That was super intense though." "I only did it because Chuck asked me to," I lied. "Yah, right. You were really doing it to me there at one point, weren't you?" Since I was going to be on a plane in less than 24 hours, I decided to be honest. I assumed it might help Heidi in realizing her fantasy had been as realistic as possible. "Yes, Heidi. I really raped you. And since you've shared your fantasy with me, I'll be honest with you. I enjoyed it." I looked at the clock and realized only fifteen minutes had elapsed since I had entered the cabin and changed Heidi's life (and mine) forever. "So, when is Charles coming back?" she asked. "I'll meet him at the gas station after I leave here. I told him I'd be back in about an hour. I don't have to leave for a bit." I felt my cock was hard yet again. I rolled on top of Heidi, attempted to gently part her legs, and I kissed her. She pushed me away. "Soccer ball," she said. "I'm not gonna cheat on Charles." "I just fucked you five minutes ago." "No, you raped me. If you want to rape me again...show me whatcha have, stud." In that instant I rather liked Heidi more than I ever had before, which was quite a lot. "No, Sweetheart, let's see how much you can take." I grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and turned her over onto her stomach, smacked her ass as hard as I could, and straddled her hips. It was at this pointed I decided I was going to ignore Heidi's protests, no matter what she said. I seized her by her hair and yanked her head back at an uncomfortable angle. I sensed that she knew she was now into her game over her head. * * * Dirk showed up again after a little over an hour. I had finished my beers and was getting nervous. I hoped Heidi had finally had her curiosity's thirst quenched. Yet, even though I liked Dirk, and trusted him, the idea of another man with Heidi made me feel insecure. Despite this insecurity I knew I was sexually aroused. Dirk got out of his car and came over to me. "Well, I guess this is it. I leave tomorrow afternoon, and you guys aren't coming home until tomorrow night." He extended is hand to me. "I guess so. So, how was it? Did she go for it, or did she put a stop to it right away?" "I'd say she went for it." He smiled proudly. "Did she say 'soccer ball'." "Yes she did, but not until I'd taken care of business." "Did you enjoy it?" I asked curiously. "Of course not. That's sick," was Dirk's response. I was certain he was lying to me, but after the help and understanding he had shown me (and Heidi) I let the matter rest. I shook his hand once more, and with that he was gone from both of our lives forever. * * * When Charles told me he was heading out to get more beer, and reminded me that the back door lock was no longer functioning (which I knew to be false), I understood my fantasy was about to come true. It was months earlier when I admitted to my gentle boyfriend that I secretly harbored the desire to be taken against my will. We had jokingly set up some ground rules with a 'safe word' and a physical gesture which would allow me to escape from my fantasy. I was unsure if Charles would ever act on this fantasy. He had eagerly indulged me in many other fantasies and curiosities (as I had indulged him), but Charles was not the type of man who could even role-play the part of a sexual aggressor, let alone a rapist. He was a dear sweet boy. On this night I had taken his queue to go to bed without my panties. I lay in bed and awaited his return from his 'beer run'. I did not hear his car return, and it was not until I heard the back door open that I realized my moment of truth was about to arrive. I was nervous, but more so out of the fear that I would laugh at the wrong moment and ruin the experience for myself and injure Charles's ego. As 'Charles' neared the bedroom entrance I warned him I had a gun. I wished I could see the look on his face as I did so. Subsequently, I wished I could have seen my face as Dirk came bounding through the doorway. I had always found Dirk's Nordic good looks appealing (I had admitted as much to Charles more than once). Dirk was also a physically imposing figure. Charles was only a few inches tall than me, and he out-weighted me by perhaps twenty pounds; additionally, he was not an avid athlete, and I assumed I was about as strong as he was. Dirk, however, was an expert tennis player, was well over six feet tall, and out-weighted me by half my weight. If he was going to take me, there was little I could do to stop him...even if I wanted to. I had a moment to decide what to do: to be bold or to opt out while I still could. I knew Dirk was leaving the country soon, and clearly Charles had gone to a great deal of trouble to arrange my adventure. I allowed terror into my heart. "Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house," I screamed. I was mildly surprised when Dirk did not turn tail and leave: I had sounded very menacing I thought. Before I knew it, Dirk was on the bed and said, "Be quiet lady. Don't make me hurt you." He was so perfectly in character, it scared me; yet, it also propelled me to embrace my character of the helpless victim. And with that he began to try and rape me. He held me down and got between my legs. Eventually he spread them, but his pants were still on. I was curious how he was going to remedy that situation. Eventually he got off of me and stripped off his jeans and shirt. His body was lithe and beautiful, and his cock looked menacing even its semi-flaccid state. Before I could admire his body further he was back on top of me. He was immediately back between my legs. I felt his cock on my thighs. I continued to put up enough resistance so that he could not enter me. He eventually got frustrated I think, because he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my sides. As I tried to fight more, he twisted one of them roughly and told me to stop fighting or he would hurt me more. I resumed fighting, and demanded that he quit. I was partially relieved that Dirk immediately let go of my wrists; however, I was more disappointed that the game had seemingly ended...just as I was getting interested in it. I pointed out to him that I had not used my 'safe word'. No sooner had my words left my mouth than he smacked me right across my face with his open hand. Even had I known what I wanted to say, I was too stunned to speak. He was back on top of me in an instant and was between my legs. I felt his cock touching my vagina. He warned me that he was going to fuck me whether I wanted him to or not. I decided I might never again get the chance to act out on my dark fantasy. I relaxed as he entered my pussy. He was certainly a well-endowed guy, but it was not long before he was fully buried inside me. And with that, Dirk began to fuck me! I decided to test him and see if he would listen to my pleading. I told him he was hurting me. He said nothing, covered my mouth with his large hand and, if anything, he began to pound me harder. If I was not really being raped, there was no discernible difference between that and this twisted play acting. I fought harder, and as I did so, I came. My orgasm leapt out from nowhere (much as a rapist might) and engulfed me. I lost momentary track of time and place. When I gathered my senses (as much as any woman can with a virile man pounding away mercilessly at her soaking wet cunt), I could tell my assailant was about to come too. I did not attempt to remove his hand from my throat as he began to choke me as he came. I embraced my status as victim fully. It was not until I feared blacking out that I finally tapped his arm twice. He hesitated perhaps for a second, and then he was on top of me holding me. After we recouped, Dirk tried to climb a top me again. This time it felt as if he were going to make love to me. When he tried to kiss me, I immediately stopped him by saying 'soccer ball'. He stopped, as any gentleman would. While I told him I had no desire to cheat on Charles, I told Dirk, if he had time to spare and wanted to continue our game...I was game. I was pretty sure this experiment would be my last one, and I was sort of glad I would never see the handsome German again. Knowing it would be my last indulgence, I was more than pleased when Dirk flipped me onto my stomach, slapped my ass roughly, and sat on top of me...pinning me to the bed. I became worried when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I knew I was wincing in pain; yet he did not stop pulling. In reality, my guess is that our second rape session only lasted five minutes or so, yet it felt much longer. He used his weight to hold me down, he pressed his hands down onto my shoulders, and his knees pinned my arms to my sides. I was beautifully pinioned. I managed to come again as he fucked me violently while all-the-while I protested in vain. He managed to give me a short warning that he was going to come. When he pulled out of my vagina, I expected to feel him spurt his vehemence onto my back and ass. It took me by surprise when he pressed the tip of his cock into my asshole and pushed in hard. I groaned: mostly in pain, yet it was not an entirely excruciating feeling. I managed to yell out, "You fuckin' asshole." He, in a funny and warped way, yelled back me, "I'm fucking your asshole, you twisted little slut." I yelled out, "Soccer ball!" He continued to pump his cock into my ass. "No deal, Heidi, I'm gonna come in your ass." He held my hips firmly as I felt him unload deep in my rectum. It was now that I finally felt as if I had been truly raped; he was only in my most secret place for a minute or two, yet this act, coupled with the fact he had ignored my 'safe word', made me feel fully and perfectly violated. He was out of my ass and out of my parents' cabin before any uncomfortable conversation needed to be had: I supposed it would have sounded ludicrous to wish someone a good flight home after they had just sodomized you against your will. I gathered my wits, cleaned myself up as best I could, and went back to bed. I must have fallen asleep instantly. * * * I drove slowly back to the cabin: after all the beer, I was worried I might be pulled over. As I pulled up to the dark cabin, I decided to sneak in through the back door. I crept through the kitchen, navigated the living room furniture, undressed in the doorway and entered the dark bedroom. I got under the sheet with Heidi, who was fast asleep. I lay on top of her and said, "Be quiet and you won't get hurt." Her hand pushed me off of her. "I'm really tired, Charles," said Heidi. "I'm taking you, no matter how fucking tired you are. If you think Dirk gets to have you, and I don't, you're insane." I threw back the covers and got between Heidi's athletic legs. I could not see her, but she smelled of sweat and sex. I was fully aroused; I knew I had the erection needed to take Heidi with. I just hoped I had the nerve to take her with it too. * * * I was so exhausted I did not hear Charles return. What I really needed was some sleep to rest my aching body, but he insisted on having sex. I made a mild protest, but gave up on that as he positioned himself between my knees. It was actually very touching that my boyfriend had come back to reclaim his spot as the 'alpha male'. I did not have much strength left, but I made a good effort to stop him. He ignored my protests. I did not utter the phrase 'soccer ball', nor did I tap his arms during the course of the next half hour as I was raped for the second or third time that night. I woke up hours later with his arms around me. I had survived my fantasy with my relationship and self-esteem (sort of) intact. * * * I woke up early the next day, before sunrise, and started the coffee machine. It must have been ten o'clock in the morning before Heidi came out of the bedroom. I was doing some reading and did not hear her enter the room. "Good morning, Baby. Any coffee left?" she asked. "I made plenty." I set my book down and looked up at her. "What the....what happened to you?" "Huh?" What do ya mean?" Heidi was wearing the T-shirt she had slept in. Her wrists were both bruised, her neck had a purple mark on it, and her cheek had the imprint of a hand on it. Heidi went to the bathroom and was looking in the mirror, and I was right behind her. "I'm gonna kill that bastard. What the fuck did he do to you?" A simple smile crossed her face. "Oh, you know what he did to me. And now you know I put up a good fight too. Thanks for the nice birthday weekend. My curiosity is gone. It was interesting, but never ever again!" She kissed me softly on the lips and went to pour herself a cup of coffee. I graduated a year later, moved to the east coast for a job, and my relationship with Heidi more or less fizzled out. We did not have a heated, sad, tear-filled beak-up call a few months after I moved away, we just agreed it was time to end it and both move on with our lives. I still think of her fondly, and, on occasion, I wonder if some lucky guy somewhere is married to a vivacious, aging hippie chick that lets him rape her a few times a year. * * * As I sat in the plane, waiting for it to leave the terminal, I actually felt nervous. I half expected the police to show up and take me away in handcuffs. I knew that I had only been helping Heidi to act out on her sick fantasy, yet I also know if she gave an honest accounting of the previous night's activities to the police, I would have a difficult time avoiding jail time. I picked up a magazine as the plane finally taxied towards the runway. I whispered under my breath, "Crazy bitch," but I knew I was smiling as I did so.