From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Encounter, F/f
Date: Thu, 12 Sep 1996 17:15:37 GMT

			      Encounter
				  #1
				  by
			    gj@sprynet.com

	The note came in the morning mail, laser printed on a sheet of
copier paper. The message was short and to the point. 'I know about
all about you. If you don't want your husband to find out you'll
follow these instructions to the letter.' The message went on to
specify when and where I was expected to make an appearance. It
promised no harm would come to me. But if I failed to appear my
husband would receive a phone call the following day.

	I decided to do as instructed. The next morning, at precisely
10 a.m., I arrived at 100 Garden Street and rang the bell for
apartment G1. I was buzzed in and took the elevator up to the 7th
floor. The door to apartment G1 was slightly ajar. I entered and
closed the door behind me, engaging the deadbolt and safety chain as
the instructions had specified. I set my purse down on an end table
and picked up the blindfold I found there. The barstool was there in
the middle of the room as the note had mentioned. I sat down on the
stool and put the blindfold in place.

	I sat there for a couple of minutes, alone with my thoughts. I
was dressed as demanded in the note. A blouse that buttoned in front,
front hook bra, thong panties, garterbelt, white nylon stockings,
short skirt, black medium-heeled pumps. I knew I must look attractive
and vulnerable sitting there with the blindfold on. I'm thirty-one
years old, a brown-eyed blonde, and rather pretty. I'm 5'8" tall,
weigh 125 pounds, and I have a nice, athletic body. My legs are long
and sleek, my best feature.

	It seemed like an hour before anything happened but it was
probably only a few minutes. I heard the creak of a hinge and then
sensed movement in the room. The carpet muffled any footsteps, but a
moving body creates a faint breeze and then there are faint sounds
created by the rustling of clothes. A low, husky voice warns me not to
move or speak. I nod my understanding. Fingertips caress my cheek for
a moment then pull away.

	I take a deep breath as I feel my blouse being unbuttoned. I
remain motionless, my hands hanging at my sides. My blouse is removed.
My skirt is unbuttoned and a tug causes me to lift myself for a moment
while it is pulled down over my hips. My panties go next, followed by
my bra. I sit there wearing only garterbelt, nylons, and shoes. My
nipples harden as the cool air hits them. My breasts are small, 34b,
but pretty, without a trace of sag. My nipples are pink and sensitive.
They quickly harden to still little points.

	A hand pushes my knees apart. The voice warns me to keep them
apart. I puzzle over the voice as I wait for the next move. It seems
too soft for a man's voice, too deep for a woman. A teenaged boy? No,
the voice is too confident to be someone that young. Fingertips caress
my nipples and I begin to breathe more deeply. I am becoming aroused.

	My... captor? Tormentor? I can't find an appropriate word to
describe this person. Captor doesn't seem right, I'm here by choice.
Blackmailer seems right, but too crude. Tormentor? I haven't been
tormented, just stripped. I decide that captor will have to do.

	My captor moves around behind me and my wrists are pulled back
and cuffed together. Now I am truly a captive. My captor places both
hands flat on my back. The hands are neither small nor unusually
large. No clue there. The hands move across my back and around to cup
my breasts. They squeeze gently and lift my breasts, thumbs testing my
hard nipples. I let my head fall back and moan with pleasure as my
breasts are fondled a little roughly, the way I like it.

	The hands leave my breasts and I sigh audibly. The response is
a brief chuckle. I am prodded and told to stand and slip out of my
shoes. I do so. A collar is fastened around my neck. It is wide and
fits snugly. It forces me to hold my head up straight. I feel
something being fastened to the collar and then a tug followed by a
steady pull. I am forced up onto the tips of my toes. After a minute,
the hands cup my breasts again and fondly them roughly for a couple of
minutes. I feel a warmth in one ear, warm breath followed by the
flicker of a tongue. A single word. "Slut."

	I shiver and whisper, "Yes?"

	A chuckle. "Good, you acknowledge it."

	With a final squeeze, the hands abandon my breasts. Then my
buttocks are parted and I feel something press against my anus.
"Please, no," I whimper but I'm ignored. A long, thick butt plug is
forced into my ass as I whimper and plead.

	A hand slips between my legs. I am very wet. I moan as knowing
fingers slip between my labia to explore my tight cunt. A fingertip
caresses my clit and my moans increase in volume. My captor chuckles.
The hand withdraws. I sigh in bitter disappointment. The voice
demands, "Beg for it."

	I take a deep breath. "Please," I whisper, "Please, I want to
come. Please masturbate me. Please! Oh god, please!" I moan as my
captor flicks the butt plug a couple of times. The hand returns and I
moan and trust my hips, pushing myself onto those knowing fingers. I
continue to moan as I am masturbated to orgasm, a long shuddering
climax that leaves me limp.

	When it is over, the cuffs are removed. Then the collar. I
stand there, sweaty and panting, and the voice instructs me not to
move for five minutes. Then I am told that I can remove the blindfold,
dress, and leave. I am ordered to leave the butt plug in until I am
out of the building. A last instruction is given. I am told to shave
my cunt before our next appointment which will be two days later at
the same time. I nod and whisper, "Yes, I will."

	When I remove the blindfold I find that my underwear is
missing. I slip my blouse and skirt back on and survey myself in the
full length mirror in the hall. I look calm and collected, much calmer
than I feel. My bare breasts are perfectly visible through my sheer
blouse and I look sexy. I leave the apartment and walk down to the
elevator, praying that it will arrive empty. The butt plug keeps me
aroused.

	The elevator arrives with one occupant, a tall athletic
looking young woman with red hair. She smiles as I enter and I see her
glance flick downward and back up. She is taller than me and younger,
maybe 25 or so. Green eyed, freckled, pretty. We ride down in silence.
As we leave the building, I turn right and she turns left. Then I hear
the voice from the apartment. "Don't forget to shave." I whirl around
and the redhead smiles as she turns the corner and disappears from
sight.

	The ironic part of the whole episode is this. I am not
married.

			       The End

From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Encounter - #2 - M/F F/F - Rape
Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 15:34:12 GMT

			    The Encounter
				  #2
				  by
			    gj@sprynet.com

	I was driving home from the hospital one night in late July
when I had a flat tire. It was late, almost 1:00 a.m., and pouring
rain. I groaned as I pulled off onto the shoulder. My husband and I
live out in the country, a good thirty minute drive from the hospital.
I was on a deserted country road, about five miles from home, when I
stopped. Normally I would have called Jim on the 'cell phone, but he
was out of town on business. I realized I'd have to change it myself.
It was still pouring and I didn't want to ruin my shoes so I slipped
them off. I'd changed out of my uniform before leaving work and was
wearing a short denim skirt and a T-shirt.

	I got out of the car and was soaked to the skin before I got
the trunk open. I got out the jack handle and crouched by the flat
tire to pry the wheel cover off. I found myself wondering what my
husband would say if he saw me like that. Probably would have turned
him on. I'm twenty-eight, blonde, and fairly attractive. I work out to
keep in shape and I guess you could classify me as a 'hard body'. I'm
5'6", 120 pounds, and I have a nice figure and very nice legs. As I
crouched there my skirt was pulled up quite high, showing off a lot of
thigh.

	I had the wheel cover off and the lug nuts loosened when
another car came around the bend and pulled up behind me. The
headlights blinded me for a moment until they were switched off. The
driver of the other car, a van actually, got out and asked if I needed
help. It was a young guy, maybe 20, and I was worried. Then the
passenger door opened and a girl got out. They came over and the guy
took over. I stood up and glanced at the girl. She was 18 or 19, a
pretty redhead, and now soaked to the skin like I was.

	We stood there and chatted while her boyfriend changed the
tire. When he was done, and everything was put away, I tried to pay
him for his trouble but he refused to accept any money. "There must be
some way I can repay you." I didn't realize what effect my words would
have. He smiled and said, "Well, I've always wanted to watch two women
have sex. You could make it with Julie while I watch."

	I stared at him in shock for a moment. Then I said, "Thanks,
but no thanks." I turned and started toward my car. He grabbed my
wrist and twisted my arm up behind my back. "I don't think you
understand," he hissed in my ear. "I want to watch you eat Julie's
cunt." He twisted my arm up until I was up on the tips of my toes,
whimpering in pain. He marched me around to the back of the van.
Julie was there ahead of us and opened the doors. She scrambled in and
moved back out of the way. He forced me into the van and then climbed
in behind me. I heard the door close and then I was forced to my
knees. A light came on and I saw that Julie was already nude. He
slapped me a couple of times and I gave in an removed my clothes.

	When I refused to crawl between Julie's legs and lick her, he
removed his belt and whipped me with it. After a dozen hard strokes
across my back and buttocks I gave in. I was sobbing when I crawled
between her legs and began to lick her cunt. She was shaved and I was
surprised at how smooth and slick she felt under my tongue. And she
tasted good. I heard movement behind me but Julie grabbed my head and
held me. Then her boyfriend pushed his cock into me. I cried as he
raped me. Julie grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up. Then
she slapped me and told me to get busy. Sobbing, I lowered my head and
resumed licking her cunt.

	Her boyfriend's cock was big and he fucked me hard. After a
minute or two he pulled out and I felt the head of his cock press
against my anus. I lifted my head and begged. "No, please don't! Not
that! Please!" But he ignored me and pushed his cock into my ass. I
sobbed with shame as he fucked my ass. When he was done, he watched
until I brought his girlfriend to orgasm with my tongue. Then they
dragged me out of the van and pushed me down on my knees in the mud.
Julie tossed my clothes out. Then she got out and stood next to her
boyfriend, both of them nude also.

	I stared up at them, sobbing, wondering what was coming next.
They talked in low tones for a few minutes. Then he came over and
crouched next to me. "Julie wants to kill you. She's afraid you'll
call the cops. I don't think you will. You enjoyed eating pussy and I
don't think you want to admit that to the cops or in court. Do you?"

	I hesitated, then shook my head. "No, I don't"

	He smiled, "Good. Now crawl over there on your belly and lick
her feet while you beg her to let you live."

	I got down on my belly and crawled through the mud. I licked
her feet and begged for my life. After a few minutes she made me roll
over on my back while she pissed in my face. Then she got up and they
left. I lay there in the mud, sobbing, for several minutes. The worst
part of the whole ordeal was knowing that I had enjoyed eating her
pussy and groveling on my belly in the mud.

			       The End

From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: JYM - Encounter 3 F/f
Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 20:45:42 GMT

			    The Encounter
				  #3
				  by
			    gj@sprynet.com

	It was late August and I was home from work with a case of the
'blahs'. I got up after my husband left for the office and stumbled
down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I was wearing an old,
tattered terrycloth robe that I've had for years. It's short, barely
reaches my thighs, but I like it. I was standing in the kitchen,
sipping coffee and wondering what was wrong with me, when I heard the
gate to the backyard open. I was alarmed for a moment until I realized
that it was Jill, our neighbor, coming to clean the pool.

	My husband made an arrangement with her at the beginning of
the summer. Jill is 17, now in her senior year in high school, and a
member of the swim team. Jack made a deal with her - clean the pool
regularly and have free use of it during the week. And on weekends
with permission. It's worked out well. Jill is a nice girl and has
worked hard to keep the pool immaculate. I watched her walk across the
yard to the pool. She's a tall, lithe redhead with green eyes and
freckles. Broad shouldered and muscular like most swimmers, but very
pretty and very feminine.

	She was wearing a little cropped top and denim cutoffs. I was
a little surprised because it was cool that morning, barely 62
degrees, and there was a breeze blowing. I saw her shiver and wondered
why she was dressed so skimpily. I turned away from the window and
walked to the back door. She was just picking up the skimmer when I
opened the door. "Jill," I called, "Come and have a cup of coffee."

	She turned, a surprised look on her face, and nodded. "Okay,
Mrs. Hill, I'll be right there." I left the door open and walked back
and got a coffee mug out. I filled it and was carrying it to the table
when Jill came in. She has an engaging smile and a coltish look about
her that I've always liked. She smiled now and said, "Umm, the coffee
smells good!"

	I returned her smile. "Come, sit down and relax. Would you
like some toast or a doughnut?"

	She hesitated and then shook her head. "Better not, I already
had breakfast." She put two teaspoons of sugar in her coffee and a
healthy measure of cream. "How come you're home today? I didn't expect
to see you."

	I shrugged. "Just didn't feel like going it so I took a
'mental health' day." I didn't want to tell her that Jack and I had
been having problems and I wanted some time to sort things out.
Although I guess it wasn't really a secret, I'm sure some of the
neighbors were aware of it.

	She nodded. "I know how you feel. Sometimes I get up in the
morning and just hate the idea of going to school and facing
everyone." As she stirred her coffee I saw her breasts bounce gently
and realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. I glanced away, not
wanting her to catch me staring. I told myself that I didn't want to
embarrass her.

	Just then, the phone rang and I got up to answer it. Our
kitchen phone is a corded wall phone situated on the wall just behind
the chair where Jill was sitting. It was my husband. "I'm fine, Jack,"
I said in response to his question. Jill glanced up at me and smiled.
"Yes, I'm just going to hang around. Maybe sunbathe a little." As I
spoke, Jill reached out and grabbed the dangling ends of the cloth
belt that held my robe closed. Before I realized what she had in mind
she'd pulled one end and untied my robe. I stared at her in shock and
put my hand over the mouthpiece, "Jill, stop it." Then I had to
respond to Jack again. "Yes, I'll take it easy today. I'll be careful
not to get too much sun." In the meantime, Jill had my robe open and
was pulling on both ends of the belt to draw me closer to her. I
mouthed "STOP" but she ignored me. Of course, I was nude under the
robe and she was obviously interested in seeing as much as she could.

	My husband kept talking and I couldn't seem to get rid of him.
I twisted out of the robe and backed away from Jill. She tossed the
robe aside and reached up and grabbed the phone cord. I couldn't do
anything without alerting Jack, so I was drawn back to her as she
pulled on the cord. When I was close enough, she reached out and
slipped one hand between my legs. I stopped struggling and stared down
at her in shock. Jack was still talking and I answered him without
really concentrating on what he was saying. Of course, Jill found me
very wet and the discovery delighted her. She slipped her middle and
index fingers into my cunt while she rubbed my clit with her thumb. I
put my hand over the mouthpiece again and whispered, "Jill, please
stop! This isn't right!" She smiled and shook her head slowly.

	She put her left hand on my hip and stroked my thigh while she
masturbated me. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Yes, Jack, I understand
about the need to communicate. I've been trying but you haven't been
listening. Jack, I've got to go, someone's at the door." I hung the
phone up and stared down at Jill. Decision time. She had two fingers
deep in my cunt and she was stroking my buttocks with her other hand.
I moaned and thrust my hips forward in surrender, pushing myself onto
her fingers. "Oh God! That's so goooood!"

	Jill chuckled. "Clasp your hands behind your neck and then
lean closer." I obeyed and moaned as she took my left nipple in her
mouth and sucked hard. I'm small on top, 34a, but my nipples are large
and sensitive. I moaned as Jill continued to suckle. She masturbated
me to a fantastic orgasm and I screamed with pleasure as it built. She
pulled me down onto her lap and stroked me until I was calm again. I
said, "Oh, Jill, this is wrong." She smiled and put her hand on the
back of my head and kissed me on the mouth. I hesitated and then
slipped my hand under her top and cupped her full, firm breast. I
loved the way her nipple hardened against my palm. I fondled her tit
for a couple of minutes while we explored each other's mouth. Then she
drew back and whispered "Stand up, I want to take my clothes off."

	I stood and watched as she undressed. Her body was fantastic!
Firm, round breasts tipped with pointy pink nipples - a good full c-
cup. And a tight round ass. Flat belly sweeping down to her plump
mound which was covered with a light growth of red, silky hair. And
long sleek thighs. Firm, but soft and smooth. She sat down on the
floor and drew me down beside her. We kissed and then we were
stretched out on the floor, her thigh between mine, her knee pressed
against my sex. I moaned and rubbed myself against her. Then she swung
around and straddled me in the classic 69 and I tasted pussy for the
first time. God, it was great!

	We spent the entire day together and the sex was almost non-
stop. We made love in the pool, on the deck, in the shower. We oiled
each other with suntan lotion and masturbated each other to orgasm a
couple of times. She fist-fucked me while I squatted on the diving
board, whimpering with pleasure. The afternoon passed all too quickly.
She left just before her parents were due home from work. I told her
I'd loved it but it couldn't happen again. She smiled and slipped her
hand between my legs. I was wet. I held onto the door and moaned as
she masturbated me again. As I reached orgasm, she asked, "Are you
sure about that, Kate?" Then she smiled and left.

			       The End

From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: JYM - Encounter #4 - M/F Rape
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 20:23:05 GMT

			    The Encounter
				  #4
			    gj@sprynet.com

	I was out jogging when it happened. I'd always told myself
that I'd never be raped. I was too big, too fast, too strong, too
cautious. It was just two days past my 28th birthday. I was young and
brash and confident. Not any longer.

	They took me as I was circling the park. It was 6:00 in the
morning and still dark out. I'd been warned by friends and family
about jogging alone at that hour but I always told them that I could
take care of myself. I was distracted by a shout from across the
street. When I looked that way, someone came out of the park and
tackled me. It was a hard, bruising tackle that knocked the breath out
of me. Before I could react, someone jumped onto my back and pinned me
down.

	I quickly realized that there were at least two and possible
three attackers. They lifted me to my feet and one twisted my right
arm up behind my back. Another put a knife to my throat. "Make a
sound, bitch, and I cut you! Understand?"

	I nodded, too mad too speak. They marched me into the park
until we were a good 50 yards from the road. Then they released me
after another warning about cutting me if I resisted. There were three
of them, hulking figures wearing stockings over their heads so that it
would be impossible to identify them. One of them told me to strip. I
shook my head in stubborn refusal. The one with the knife stepped
forward. "Strip or I cut your clothes off. Maybe I cut you while I'm
doing it."

	I stared down at the ground as I pulled my sweatshirt up.
Once it was off, I pushed my sweatpants down and pulled them off over
my running shoes. I didn't want to take my shoes off - I might get a
chance to kick or run. Then I straightened up and glanced around, no
chance of running - they were all watching intently. I knew what they
were seeing. I'm a strong-featured brunette with a nice olive
complexion. Not pretty, but attractive or maybe handsome would be a
better word. My hair is very short and curly. I have a nice full-
breasted figure and long, strong legs. Beautiful legs, my best
feature.

	"Hurry up, bitch. We ain't got all day." It was the one with
the knife. He seemed to be the leader.

	I unhooked my bra and slipped it off. They grinned at the
sight of my firm, pear-shaped breasts with their big, pointy nipples.
I dropped my bra on top of my sweats and took a deep breath before
pushing my panties down over my hips. They laughed and made lewd
comments when they saw that I was shaved. They told me to stand with
my hands at my sides and spread my legs so they could look at me. I
refused. Two of them jumped forward and grabbed my arms. I struggled,
but the third ended that with a short, vicious punch to my belly that
drove the breath out of me. He hit me a couple of more times and
slapped me a few times, very hard blows that split my lip and left my
cheeks stinging. I started to cry and hated myself for it.

	Then I listened, horrified and disgusted, while they talked
about who was going to do what to me. "Listen, we agreed," one said.
"Each in a different hole. Right?" The rest mumbled agreement and the
first speaker continued. "I want her mouth." Another spoke up and said
he wanted my cunt. The third nodded and said, "Her ass is fine with
me." I tried to run then but one of them tripped me and then I got
another beating.

	The one who wanted my mouth was first. I was forced to kneel
and suck his cock. The one with the knife touched the point to my left
nipple and warned me. "Bite and you lose your nipples." I've always
enjoyed fellatio and I'm good at it. I gave him a good blow job. The
best. I didn't want to lose a nipple. He held my head when he came and
warned me to swallow every drop. I did, choking and gagging.

	Then I was put on my back and fucked hard by the one who
wanted my cunt. The other two crouched and fondled my breasts,
pinching and pulling my nipples until I was crying from the pain. He
took a long time and pounded me hard before he came. When he did, he
pulled out and shot his sperm over my breasts and belly. Then he made
me lick him clean.

	Then came the moment I dreaded. Then told me to roll over and
pull my knees up under my belly to raise my ass in the air. I refused.
Then, to my shame, I started to beg. "Please, don't do it. Let me
suck you. Or fuck me in my cunt. I'm nice and tight, you'll like it.
Please, anything you want. Just don't fuck me in the ass! Please! Not
my ass." I went to him on my knees and licked his shoes while I
begged, hating myself the whole time. He told me to get down and lift
my ass. The knife appeared and touched my right nipple. Sobbing, I
got down on my belly and drew my knees up, raising my ass to be
fucked.

	He parted my buttocks and lubricated me with spit. I was
sobbing and begging when I felt the head of his cock press against my
anus. I was virgin there and terrified. As he pressed forward I felt
as if I was being split by a big, soft wedge. The head of his cock
penetrated my asshole and I stopped begging. It was too late. With a
hard thrust his cock drove all the way into my rectum and I felt his
ball bounce against my sex. Then one of the others grabbed a handful
of hair and lifted my head. A cock was thrust into my mouth. I didn't
suck, he fucked me in the mouth.

	They came almost at the same time. I swallowed automatically
while hot jets of cum spurted deep in my rectum. Then they were done
with me. They kicked me in the belly and between the legs before
leaving, laughing and joking about what they'd done. I lay there on
the wet grass for several minutes before dragging myself up and
pulling my sweats on. I rolled my bra and panties in a ball and
carried them as I trudged back to my apartment. I could feel a dribble
of semen running out of my anus as I walked.

	At the entrance to the park, I passed a guy who was buying a
paper from a vending machine. He glanced at me. "Nice tits."

	I stopped and stared at him for a moment. "Fuck you, asshole.
I've just been raped."

	He glanced around quickly. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled
me off the sidewalk. I didn't resist. I didn't care anymore. He pulled
my sweats down and raped me while I stared up at the trees. When he
was done, he stood and urinated on me.

	After he left I pulled my sweats up and trudged home. I had
been taught my place in the scheme of things. I was a collection of
holes for men to use for their pleasure.

			       The End