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 This story is dealing with non-consensual BDSM....It is not true.  It is
purely a product of my imagination.  If you are under 18 or are repulsed by
reading about fictional Rape, non-consensual sex, or BDSM then please skip
over this.  As with any of my work it is copyright protected to DandyMandy
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   The Night That Forever Changed my Life Chapter 1

   I lay in my bed at night now wondering what I will do with the rest of
my life.  There seems no point in trying anymore.  Nothing will ever be the
same....not since that night four long years ago.

   My life changed that night.  I am not sure if it was for the good or the
bad, I probably will never know.  All I do know is that I can't forget it.
Not a week, a day, or a minute goes by without me thinking of it.  It is
like it has become an obsession with me.

   Yes, I know you are wondering what I am talking about?  What could
possibly have happened to me that would have affected my life the way this
has?  It's very simple actually, and all summed up in one word..."Rape" I
was raped 4 years ago today.

   To some it is the unspeakable.  To others it is a horrible, horrible
crime that they can never be put behind them.  For me it is something I
can't explain.  One night that will be forever burned into my mind.  One
night that showed me what is inside my very soul.  Something I have tried
to hide for years, but was unable to hide those few hours that I was held
captive.  That is the part that will forever haunt me.  Could I have done
something different?  Could it have been stopped?  You tell me.

   One warm spring evening those 4 long years ago, I was on my way home
from work.  I had volunteered to stay late and do some extra art work that
needed to be done, so it was way after dark, probably around 10pm.  I lived
out from the city and the drive home was dark and lonely but I wasn't
scared.  I had a new car...it was in fine working condition.  There would
have been no reason for me to worry about automobile problems at all.  Yes,
I had seen deer along the side of the roads many nights but never thought
of them as a danger to myself.  In other words, I thought I was invincible.
Well I found out way too late that night that I wasn't.

   As I rounded a curve in the road a large buck ran across in front of me.
I tried to swerve away from it to miss it, which I did....but...I didn't
miss the guard rail.  That I hit on the front side of my car, causing my
tire to somehow be sliced and then flattened.  I managed to get control of
my car and pull it over to the side of the road.  Reaching into my
purse...I still felt safe.  I had my cell phone with me.  Rummaging thru my
purse I started to panic...where was my phone?  Where did I leave it?  Then
it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I could picture it on my desk at work.  My
friend had called me earlier and I had taken it out of my purse and just
left it.  As I sat there in my car, all alone on a dark, country road...my
mind started to reel with thoughts of someone finding me dead the next day,
having been beaten up and killed by unknown assailants.

   I looked around frantically trying to see if there was any houses near
by.  Not seeing any, I realized where I was and remembered that a little
over a mile down the road was a very nice older man.  Yes, I had seen a
couple of younger guys there around my age, but had never really paid
attention to them.  I just figured they were the older man's sons.  I was
too busy working on my career to think of males.  Other than the occasional
"fucking" I had with my friend, there was no one special in my life and I
liked it that way.  Even my "fuck buddy" did nothing for me but relieve
some of my tensions.  He wasn't very good.  He would play with my tits for
a few minutes, rub my clit for a few more and then put his average sized
cock inside my pussy.  Nothing special..nothing erotic or earth shattering.
Just a fuck to rid us both of some of our daily tenseness.  Sure I would
cum...but that was done after he had finished and fell asleep and I would
rub my clit until I would cum with him laying right beside me....sleeping
soundly.  This happened once or twice a week.  So I got by.  I would
fantasize of having a big orgasm.  My mind did tend to be a little kinky
but I tried to keep it in check.

   After sitting there in my car for a few more minutes, I decided the only
thing I could do was walk to this mans house.  He seemed nice
enough...always waving and smiling as I drove by.  The guys were always
working on their cars or there with other girls there with them, very
masculine girls it looked like.  I just thought they liked the tomboy kind
of girls....which I definitely was not.  I may have lived back from the
city but I was a city girl thru and thru.  My clothes, my hair, my makeup,
my nails all had to be perfect.  There was no slob in me.  My long red hair
was always shiny and bouncy...my clothes were always neatly pressed and my
36C tits craved a lot more attention than the "fuck buddy" gave them but I
had to do what I had to do until I had conquered what I wanted in life.  My
pussy I had started shaving bald about 2 years ago.  At that time I had a
"fuck buddy" that loved to eat pussy.  He mentioned one night how he had
been with a girl that was shaved.  I started thinking about it and decided
that was what I wanted to do.  So the next night I shaved all the hair off
of me and it has been that way since.

   Getting out of the car, I started walking towards Mr Jefferies house.  I
could barely see in front of me...damn the county for not putting street
lights up at least every 1/4 mile or something.  Of course when you are all
alone on a road like this and walking, you are always going to imagine
hearing things.  I just kept on trudging along until I reached the house.
There were 3 cars outside.  I guess the boys could have company or even Mr.
Jefferies.  That made me smile thinking of the older man here with a woman
and fucking her.  Ok, yes I do have a kinky mind.

   Walking around to the front door I gently tapped on the door.  Hearing a
scuffling inside I was kind of frightened for a minute....but I quickly
pushed that out of my head.  I needed to use their phone and call a tow
truck.  They couldn't possibly hurt me as I only lived about 4 more miles
down the road.  I just felt in my mind that they would have remembered me.
Finally, after knocking a couple more times one of the younger boys opened
the door.  I almost gasped as I looked at him for the first time close up.
He was gorgeous.  He probably was around 22-23 yrs old.  He had long
blondish brown hair...not stringy in the least but a soft styled hair cut.
As I looked into his eyes I was met with the darkest blue eyes I have ever
seen in my life.  Looking further down I saw that his chest was bare..no
shirt, no t-shirt, just totally smooth skin, with small patches of hair in
the center of his chest and around his nipples.  Gazing down even further I
saw that he had on a pair of skin tight leather pants.  I could see the
bulge from his cock protruding from them but trying not to stare I looked
back to his face.  Extending my hand like the perfect business woman that I
was, I introduced myself.  "Hello, I am Amanda.  I live down the road but
my car got a flat about a mile back.  Is there any way I can use your phone
please"?

   Seeing him looking me up and down a slight redness crept into my cheeks.
Hating to have a man gawk at me I tried to ignore it.  "Is it OK, can I use
your phone to call a tow truck"?  Moving back away from the door, he said
"Sure, the phone is in the kitchen....let me show you where it is." Walking
slowly behind him I was pleased to see that his ass was full and round. 
One of those that you just want to reach out and squeeze.  I didn't
though....no way, not me...not Ms Career woman.  Sure it was nice to see a
good looking guy in front of me but my mind just wasn't into coming on to
them or flirting with them.  Reaching the kitchen he swung the door opened
and I was shocked to see 2 other people in there.  The other guy...I guess
it was his brother and one of the girls.  She wasn't as muscular as she
looked from the road.  I was kind of taken aback with her looks.  She had
long blonde hair...the kind most girls would die for...totally natural and
so soft.  She was sitting there in nothing but a very sheer black robe.  I
could see her breasts pressing against the thin fabric and my eyes were
instantly drawn to them.  Her nipples were so big and hard...as if she had
just had the ultimate orgasm.  I looked back to her face and felt my own
turn a beet red.  She had caught me looking at her.  A smile crept over her
face and she spoke softly to me..."Do you like what you see?" I was so
embarrassed.  I had often rubbed my clit while I thought of being with
another female but had never met one that I would have wanted to be
with...not until that night.  I spoke slowly back to her...trying to calm
my voice...."Yes, you are very pretty.  Your hair is just gorgeous."

   Looking back to the blonde-headed guy I waited for him to show me where
the phone was.  Suddenly the other guy spoke up.  "You are the stuck up
sexy snob down the road, aren't you"?  I gasped..."What?" He repeated his
question.  "You are the stuck up Bitch that lives down the road aren't
you?" I turned to look at him, catching his eye.  Doing a double take.  He
was exactly like his brother only his hair and eyes were dark, almost
black. They both were about 6'1 and had bodies that showed they worked out
regularly with not an ounce of fat anywhere.  Looking him over I saw that
he was very manly but different from his brother...he had the more up to
date preppy clothes..ya know...the Tommy's, the Polo's, etc.  Within a few
minutes time I became very uncomfortable as I looked around at all of
them...taking in their beauty.  Finally speaking to the dark haired one, "I
am not a stuck up snob or a Bitch, thank you.  You don't know me so you
should not make that comparison.  Just because I have not fell to your feet
and worshipped you does not mean I am stuck up or a snob.  Now, if you
would be so kind as to show me the phone, I will call the tow truck and
will wait outside for them."

   Watching them smiling at each other and hi fiving each other I was
wondering what they were thinking.  Little did I know, I was in for the
shock of my life that night.

   Continued...

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