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Fantasy Becomes Reality
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My name is Nanci, I was in my early 20’s, and a slim petite brunette.
This relates to something that happened to me a little while back, well, the first time it happened was little while back, but more on that later. I’ve always liked being controlled and it’s only recently since I got some freedom, that I’ve found that I like to be controlled sexually more than anything else.
While we had played some bondage games which had turned into abduction type games, I began to develop a few more, erm, extreme fantasies. I’ve found out since that it turns out a lot of women have rape fantasies, however, I didn’t know that at the time.
I decided not to tell my boyfriend about this as I didn’t know how he would feel about it, and while I guess it would be cheating, if he found out, it would be easy for me to claim it wasn’t my fault.
Even if it was.
My boyfriend was away in Ireland on business, I felt a bit lonely and so I decided to go out. My usual friends couldn’t make it so I ended up going out on my own. It was in the back of my mind that tonight would be a possibility and so took the risk and tried to weight the odds a little.
I wore my hair up in a tight pony tail, no bra or knickers, the shortest skirt I had, a tight black blouse, stockings and my black heeled boots. I know when I wore this to go out with my boyfriend, it would take me two or three attempts to get out, I know I looked hot, but tonight, I had to look that special brand of vulnerable, my answer, menthol oil. I had known for many years that actors used it when they wanted to fake tears, and tonight, once I left the club and “accidentally wandered” down a couple of streets, the menthol oil would complete the looks.
I had a good night, a few guys trying to chat me up, I played on it, teasing them as much as I possibly could, and I thought that one guy in particular was going to do me there and then in the club, I could feel his stiff cock pushing through his jeans as he ground his way behind me on the dance floor, he was pushing that hard, and I was that wet, I ended up leaving a stain on his jeans. At the end of the night, I left on my own, I’d had a little to drink, but nowhere near as much as I’d made out that I’d drunk and had spilt some down me so I really did seem far more drunk than I was.
As I left, I began to wander towards the streets that I knew were often associated with the red light district. As the crowds got thinner I became aware of someone walking behind me. I didn’t think anything of it and continued walking, with the exaggerated stumble towards the west road. A few minutes later as I approached, I heard some steps again, and I felt my heart quicken, maybe this time…
But not, the steps faded out.
I was beginning to get cold, felt frustrated and disappointed, the night had been a loss, I was about to turn round and head back into town to order a taxi home when thought I heard steps behind me. I looked round and saw nothing so figured it was just another false alarm. Just as I turned back I felt an arm suddenly shoot across my throat and a voice in my ear that just coldly said “make a sound, and you’re dead”.
I know I stiffened up, I couldn’t believe that it was actually happening to me, I had so many thoughts in my head at once, would he really kill me, what would he do to me, did I really want this, what have I done, what am I going to do, will it be what I wanted.
With all these thoughts in my head I barely noticed that his arm had left my throat and his hand had taken a vice like grip on the back on my neck. He guided me down to an alley and in through a gate in a wall and through what seemed like a rough, over grown garden towards an unlit house, as we reached the door, he kicked the back door, it was stiff but opened into a fairly bare room, the only light came from the street lights outside, and even in that light, I could see a kitchen table. As he pushed me closer to it I saw rope tied to each leg. As we reached the table he rammed me into it, it felt so solid, like it had been secured to the floor, “he’s planned this” I thought, “how many other girls has he done this to”?
I didn’t have any time for further thoughts as he shoved my head down onto the table. I felt his grip loosen on my neck for a second then he grabbed my wrists, squeezing them together hard and he pushed then through a loop of rope before tightening it around my wrists. One quick movement later and I felt that my arms were being pulled out of their sockets.
I’ve always felt at my sexiest when I’ve been helpless, and the second I felt him tie my ankle to the table leg it was all I could do to stop myself moaning with pleasure. Seconds later I had to bite my tongue, he pushed two fingers straight into me so hard, I thought I was about to come there and then.
“You’re a whore” he hissed in my ear, “And you’re going to be treated like one, from now on, you have no voice”.
For a second I wondered what he meant until I felt a cloth being stuffed into my mouth. Before the taste could hit me and before I could spit it out, a strip of thick tape was run over my mouth sealing the now foul tasting scrap of fabric in my mouth.
He moved round to the back of me, every one of my senses was keening to work out what he was doing or going to do next, the anticipation was killing me!
Next thing I felt came as a shock, milliseconds before I felt it, I heard a swish in the air of something moving at high speed, as the thought registered, I felt the burning sharp sting of a cane or whip across my butt, I screamed into the gag, I could feel hot involuntary tears rolling down my cheeks as the cane, or whip or what ever it was struck like lightening 4, 5, 6, 7, 10 times before I lost count. I’d played spanking games before with my boyfriend but never like this and I could feel something beginning to run down my leg, I didn’t know whether it was my juices or blood from the caning.
Either way, he had no problem next, I felt him push at least two fingers back inside of me, turning them inside of me, and this time, I could not stop myself, I felt the first waves of my first orgasm of the night rush over me. I was thrown in further when I felt another finger push directly inside of me, again, as he worked his fingers more and more I could feel myself opening up like never before to accept him.
All of a sudden I felt him pull his fingers out and felt a slap like fire across my rump. Without saying another word, I felt him grab hold of one of my hips, I felt something push against the lips of my pussy, “My God” I thought, “This is it”.
With the kind of savage thrust I have only seen on nature programs he slammed into me, back wards and forwards, harder and faster than I have ever been fucked before, my first orgasm hadn’t even begun to subside when the next hit me, this time there was no chance of being quiet. I don’t think my screams put him off, it was almost as if he had been expecting me to scream before this, and when I did, it was like I had set off a frenzy in him. I lost count of how many times I came after that or how long it lasted, all I knew was that I was getting the best fuck I had ever had. I felt him stiffen up, and the next thing I knew he was coming inside of me. I know experts will tell you that at most it’s a teaspoon, but this felt like he had unleashed a tidal wave inside of me. He pulled out of me and I could feel his cum, my cum and possibly blood all dribbling down my legs, I felt like I was in hell, I was in heaven!
I guess he must have stepped back as the next thing I felt were three fingers pushing deep inside of me, he worked his fingers and I could feel myself getting ready to come again, after what I’d just been through I can’t believe that I was building up AGAIN! Just as I thought I was about to come, he pulled out again. “BASTARD” I silently cursed, “you didn’t have to stop now”. I heard a plastic lid click open. I heard a sound like a nearly empty ketchup bottle being squeezed. I knew what was coming next.
It had to be lube. I thought he was going to start on my arse, that once it was lubed up he would cornhole me until I bled or something. I was so not ready for what happened next.
“Oh”
“My”
“FUCKING”
“GOD”!
He pushed what must have been four fingers up to the knuckles into me, I came and I came hard, I felt what must have been his thumb begin to push into me. Either I was gushing wet or he had lubed his whole hand, (probably both with how I felt), because the next thing I felt him push his whole hand right inside me, it was agony, it was bliss. I think I must have ripped at this point because there was a shooting pain between my pussy and my arse, and next thing I know, I can feel that he has bunched his fist inside of me. Starting with small movements, he began to move his fist backwards and forwards, faster and faster, pulling it back a little further each time until, as I came for the god knows how many’th time, I could feel his fist sliding in and out of me. I could feel my head swimming, I began to get short of breath, and eventually, still with this man fisting me mercilessly, I passed out.
He must have thought I was dead or something, as the next thing I remember is waking up in that garden, the gag was gone, the ropes likewise leaving only slight friction burns. My shoes were next to me and so was my purse, all the money had gone, but the cards were still in there. I had begun to rain again, only this time it felt good on my skin. I had gotten what I wanted and I was still here to tell the tale. I felt shredded and knew I would have to get tested, but by god, it felt worth it.
I got up, put my shoes back on and walked back to the gate and the alley way. Just walking was painfull, it felt like I had been fucked with a battleship, but I couldn’t get the grin off my face as I walked back towards town.
It was as I neared the lights of the main part of the city I heard a familiar voice in amongst some others.
“Shit man, it’s er again, that tart that left the cumstain on me jeans”
My dancing partner was back, this time with a group of his mates. I know he was fit and well built, but seeing his mates, something clicked in my head – Squaddies.
It was the way they walked, utter confidence but with the look of a coiled spring as if they would explode into action any second.
I shuddered at the thought, there were 6 of them and one of me.
No way.
Seriously, no fucking way.
Well that’s what I thought, seems the squaddie mentality kicked in and they had different ideas.
All of them.
“Mate, she’s pissed, she’ll never be able to ID you, fuck, I doubt she’ll remember what happened when she wakes up”
“Fuck it, if you don’t, I will”
“Alright darlin’ want an and gettin ‘ome then”
“Well hello fellas”I slurred “I need a fag, which one of you is going to give me one then”? I asked. I knew damn well what their answer would be
“I’ll give ya one darling, you might even get a fag afterwards”
“Whatever I just want that fag”
As the gobby one advanced towards me I saw a look in his eyes, I had seen that look before, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“How’s about we nip somewhere out the way then we can talk about that fag then”
“How about we talk about it here in front of your mates instead” I slurred
I deliberately stumbled and landed on my arse, as I got up I made sure that they could see I had gone commando, my shaved hairless lips inviting them. Being squaddies, they had to appreciate that, I mused.
The gobby one whispered in my ear, “no knickers darling, looks like you want to get fucked, well, guess what, you found it”
He turned away, “Mates, looks like we got a section drill to carry out”, the others started grinning, I suddenly felt like I was surrounded by a pack of wolves.
“Gun group, on me” he said, his mates began to surround me, I could see them learing at me.
“Weapons out” On that word, each of them undid their trousers, exposing their cocks, pointing them right at me. I know I was supposed to be playing the victim tonight but I really just could not help myself, I looked round, saw the nearest hard cock and just wrapped my mouth right round it. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth as I slid my lips up and down it, I felts hands on my breasts, caressing them, playing with the nipples, giving them gentle twists, I felt hands pushing between my legs, I was still wet from being attacked and their fingers slid straight in. One started to finger my arse, I pulled my head back from the first guys cock, “uh-uh, that hole is out of bounds, if you boys want to play then you stay out of there” I spoke with such clarity and so assertively I could almost feel them jumping to attention, they knew at that point I was faking being drunk, and they knew I wanted to be fucked, hard, by all of them, (I still don’t know why I wanted them so soon after the first one that night, I guess I was just too greedy and being offered 6 cocks at once, well, what could I do)?
“Yes Ma’am” the gobby one said, the surprise still in his voice, “well lads, you heard her, limit of exploitation are cunt and mouth. Advance”!
I took the first one’s cock back in my mouth and started running my head backwards and forwards again, faster this time, I felt mouths go over both of my breasts, I felt the first of their cocks sliding into me and within minutes felt him come, he pulled out and another one took his place, next the one I was sucking came and I swallowed hard, next two of them, they looked like brothers came and stood either side of me, each grabbing a hand they got me to start to toss them off. I felt the mouths move away from my breasts and one of them slide down, pushing my legs apart with his. The other guy was still fucking me, They knew my arse was out of bounds, so that could only mean…
It did, while I was being fucked hard from behind, I felt another cock slide into me. My concentration must have started to lapse as one of the two brothers(?), cuffed me gently on the head “Don’t forget about us love, we still need finishing off you know”, with two cocks fucking me and another two to toss, I really didn’t know what I expected next.
One of the brothers started to come and I forced my mouth round his cock and sucked hard, the groan and the look on his face told me I had done him and before I knew it the other one was coming and got the same treatment while I got the same look and noise from him, they must have been related!
I still had two of them fucking me from behind, each of them getting faster and harder with each thrust until I felt one of them cum inside of me.
And then there was one.
I should have guessed who was left, it was the gobby one. He lifted me off and turned me round to face him, he lifted me off, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to plunge me down onto his cock, lifting me and slamming me into his cock, I had been building up and eventually it had to happen, as he plunged me down again, I came again, and this time I came loudly, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHYESSSS”!
“FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD GOD YESSSSS”!
I felt I was riding wave after wave of orgasms when I felt him go tense and shot his load in me.
Exhausted, we sat on the grass, Paul, Dave, Daz, Mike and Andy, (they are cousins it turns out, their mothers were twins), and Rob, the gobby, but quite lovable one really.
We chatted for a bit and after a while they said they had to be getting back to camp. I told them I had to go back into town to get some cash for a taxi, but Rob was having none of it and “offered” me a lift home, (I think they would have carried me to their car if I’d have refused), They dropped me outside my door leaving me to go inside in peace.
As I closed the door a wave of exhaustion hit me, I slogged my way upstairs to the bathroom, ran a hot shower and got in, I could see the stripes the cane had left on me. I dried off, and climbed into bed. I had been fingered, fisted and fucked by 7 blokes. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cum and I felt battered, used, abused, fucked and most of all, fantastic. I still have fantasies about being raped, but my memories of that night, the danger, the thrill live with me far more strongly.
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Posted on : Mar 28, 2013
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Commented on Apr 27, 2013
My My My that sounds like a very fun evening...
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