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At least three times, other men Paul has "recruited" ( I know they were Paul's recruits, as they called be my name) have caught me on the street, and dragged me off to be used for their pleasure. They are never gentle, and I yet have never failed to orgasm explosively before they were done with me. They have made experience what it means to be truly fucked, perhaps what it truly means to be a woman, as they have often fucked not only my pussy, but my ass as well, treating me as if I was born for nothing but to satisfy their lust. I both love and hate Paul's gift to me. And I await with fear and anticipation the new rapists Paul has recruited. Where will they "take" me next, and when? I wonder and I wait....
If you are under 18, stop reading now. This is adult material involving scenes of sex and rape between adults. If you are offended by such material, stop reading now! This story was written by me, a woman for 1) the simple pleasure of writing 2) because I am turned on by the thought of a man reading this and getting "hot" and 3) its great therapy for ME.
*****. What Happened.... By: Imma Scared What happened? You want to know what happened? Am I the one on trial here? All right, I'll calm down. I'll tell you what happened. I know you what you think......
I was downstairs in the laundry room folding some blankets when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. And no, I didn't scream. I wanted to, but my throat locked up and all that came out was these little "acckkk accck" sounds. I couldn't move either. He, that man, he KNEW I'd react like that because he didn't bother to put a hand over my mouth, and he wasn't holding me that hard.
Did I struggle? I told you I was paralyzed at first. And then he spoke. His voice was deep, and he said just as cool as you please, "I'm gonna fuck you. You aint got no choice about it. If you be a good little slave, the only thing that's gonna hurt you is my cock. If you resist, in the slightest, I'll fuck you, and then cut off your nose, And then fuck you some more, and cut off your lips and...."
Please, I said, I'll do whatever you want. Don't cut me, don't please. What? You still think I should have resisted? You didn't hear him. I can't describe the way he said it, but it sounded like the very voice of God passing judgment on me. I knew he meant every word. Hell, who would ever know I had been raped if I obeyed and never told. But if I resisted, when he got thru with me, babies would scream at the sight of me. I chose the lesser of two evils.
I'm glad you understand that now. What I understood, when he turned me around was that I had been set up. Somebody in my therapy group had decided they were going to "help" me I suppose, by having my fantasy become reality. Do I have to repeat it? For the record, Lord, yet another record! Alright I'll say it again.
Before any of this happened I used to love to imagine that I had been over powered by a man (or men) who were unknown to me. They forcibly fuck me, punishing my poor pussy with powerful painful strokes of their massive thick hard dicks, heedless of my cries and pleas for mercy. (Sometimes they also would fuck my ass, or force me to suck their dicks, but their primary focus was on my pussy.) Sometimes in those fantasies I was tied, or handcuffed or chained, but only as a means of restraint, or to make it easier for the man (or men) to have access to my pussy and/or ass, not as means to inflict pain. Just so they could get to me without being distracted by too much struggle.
There was never any violence (maybe a slap would have been okay), The man (men) would be big enough and mean-looking enough that only the threat of violence was sufficient to cow me, and make me a slave to their lust.
There was no beating, fisting, torture, or use of non-human items to penetrate my body. In the fantasies I loved the idea of being stalked, walking into a room or my house and finding my attacker(s) waiting for me, climbing through my window, or acquiring me through the use of "date rape drugs"
And when I shared this fantasy with my therapy group, I had even given a description of the kind of man who filled my fantasies. You ever see some dumb movie were a nerd walks into a bar full of big mean looking truckers, or bikers, or factory workers? I liked the guys that struck terror in the hearts of nerds, and yuppies. I also have this thing about a man who is completely bald. A bald head would get me so hot..........