From forceme@bigfoot.com Sat Mar 22 18:01:32 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.d
Subject: STORY:Raped? (Revised with new material)
From: forceme@bigfoot.com
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 17:01:32 -0600
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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.

Comments from people who are not offended by this material are always
welcome

*****.

Raped?
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’d
completely bald. A bald head would get me so hot..........

That’s how I knew this was arranged. Here was the man I described to the
group. 6’2, arms like tree trunks, bald as an egg!  Looking at him in
spite of the terror I could feel the juices start to flow in my pussy.  It
was weird, knowing I was about to be raped, my pussy punished painfully by
this man’s monstrous dick, and there’s this voice in my head telling me
here was a real man, a hard man who knew how to have sex. A man who knew
how to get pleasure out of a woman whether she liked it or not.  No
fumbling  or nervousness as he rips my dress and panties off me like they
were tissue paper.

Grabbing my hips for grip  he bent over me he eased  his enormous
monstrous dick into me until it was implanted firmly and totally in my
cunt. And he did ease it into me, but it still hurt worse than anything I
can imagine. I mean I never measured it but I swear it was as big around
as my fist! Once it was in I somehow  found that my back was on the table
I had been using to fold my blankets on.

Anyway using my hips as grip handles he started to pound into me. I was
frantic, I had never felt a cock like his before, he was only the third
man to ever......he’s thrusting forward with his pelvis and his body hits
my clit as his cock seems to pulverize my insides. Every so often he
pauses and half lifts me off the table, and plants a rough hard kiss on my
lips, and then slam! Ram! I’m on my back, his cock seeming to glide all
the way out, and then slam his steel hard cock is filling me to the brim.
I don't know how long it want on for, I started to scream with pleasure
and pain because they were all mixed up. And then I came!

Yes, I came. I never came from a cock fucking my pussy before.  It was
wonderful, I came like a volcano erupting,  but he didn't stop. He just
kept on thrusting his cock in me then grabbing me and lifting me up a
little , and even greater waves of pleasure rolled through me and I felt
weak. and I wanted to die. And I wanted to stay impaled on him, forever.
And  then suddenly he began thrusting into me at what seemed like an
inhuman pace. He was thrusting into me even harder almost more  painfully
than he had at the beginning, and it felt like his cock expanded even
bigger as he exploded into me. This sensation triggered another explosive
orgasm in me and and it was all I could do to hold on to him, I didn’t
want him to leave me.....
 .
He lifted me from the table, as his cock softened in me. “That was good?
wasn’t it?” but  as my mouth opened to answer him his mouth was on mine,
his tongue in my mouth. I was glad, because I didn’t want to admit to
myself, let alone him how good good it had been.

The man stepped away from me and  pulled his pants up . I didn’t know what
to do as I stood there. I was shaking with fear and shame, and oh god! I
was also shaking with desire.

Why  was I ashamed?  I felt like a slut then and I knew if anyone found
out they’d say I was a slut. I’m not a slut. I don’t want to be a slut.
Funny, in a way you understand the desire but the shame.

He asked me, “What do you want? Tell me the truth, I’ll know if you’re
lying. I’ll hurt you bad if you lie.” Suddenly there was this knife in ihs
hand. His hand was at my throat, his face so close to mine that his breath
felt like my breath.

I told him, I want to feel your naked body crushing mine. I want to get
dressed and go home. I want you to use me for your pleasure. I want you to
go away. I want to feel your beautiful precious prick to  powerfully  plow
into my pussy. I want to die. I want to know who you are.

He smiled then.  “You may not get dressed. I will not go away. I will feel
your sweet body pressed under me, with nothing to separate us. I will use
for my pleasure. You will have the pleasure of my prick not plowing into
your pretty pussy, but into your ass as well. I, I am your Saviour  I am
your man and you are my woman. You will call me Master. Do not speak my
name until I tell you to. ”

I was shaking even harder, as he put down the knife and wrapped his arms
around me, crushing me tightly to his body. Thru the cloth of his pants I
could feel him grow harder again. Then he flung me over is shoulder in a
“fireman’s carry”, and took me from the building.

*************************

He brought me eventually to this place, but you weren’t here then. There
was the kind of table-type bed you would find in a  clinic examining room
in the center of the room then.  At one end, a pair of stainless stirrups
were bolted tothe table like those found in gynecologist's offices, far
out from the table so that anyone putting their feet into them would find
there ass and cunt an inch or two off the end of the table. leather straps
were located on the stirrups designed to wrap around the ankles.


The man laid me out on the and fastened  my legs in the stirrups so that
my legs were wide open. Then he moved around the table and pulled the my
wrists above my head  until they reached a pair of handcuffs that were
attached to the other end of the table.

The man looked at me, and I was confused at what I saw in his face. He had
a nasty, mean looking face, with his shaved head and heavy black beard he
looked truly evil. But I saw no cruelty there. Lust, determination, but no
cruelty. He smiled, as if reading my thoughts.

“I take little pleasure in causing a woman a pain, he said. “What I cause
when my prick is having taking its isn’t deliberate. If I could get the
same pleasure fucking a tight ass or a tight pussy without pain, I would.
But I can’t. So you’ll have to take it, maybe learn to enjoy it. You
certainly have no choice as to what I do with your body! Say “Yes Master”
if you understand.

Of course I said “Yes Master”. I hadn’t forgotten his earlier threat. I
also believed what he just said.

He undressed completely, and the site of his body made the walls of my
pussy twitch with sweet anticipation and flood itself with juices. For the
first time I got a good luck at his hard erect penis. It truly was huge
and seemed to have a will of its own for it twitched, and visibly
throbbed! I could not believe that something that big had actually been
inside my pussy and would be again! I watched as he picked up a jar of
petroleum jelly and run a thick layer on that huge shaft, before he moved
to step between my legs.

As he began to run some the greasy stuffy just inside the cheeks of my
ass. “you like anal sex, Slave?”

I told him that I had never had it, and then he actually looked a little
regretful! “Then is going to hurt very much. But there is no escape for
you. I want to fuck your ass, and I want to fuck it now! And so, I will!”




He placed his cockhead against my asshole and began to push

 . "You are so tight, this isn’t going to be easy for you at all! But it
sure will feel good to me. And that my dear Slave is your purpose in life,
to please me." I could feel his cock pushing hard into my ass, and now for
the first time I was truly scared. This was going to hurt BAD!

 He continued to push and I felt his cockhead burst thu my asshole and
enter me, and just that little bit felt like  red hot steel.  I screamed
and my body  trembled with the pain of it.  He grabbed my waist in both
hands, and slowly forced the rest of his cock up my ass. It hurt so bad I
couldn't even scream. My breath came in deep sobs that shook my whole
body.  He gained inches at a time, in one extremely slow thrust that took
minutes but felt like hours to  complete.  I was in agony every second,
being stretched painfully around his massive cock.  Finally, he was in me
up to his balls, his cock completely buried up in me.  He stopped, "I know
this hurts, Slave, but you're gonna learn to love this as much as I do
before I'm done with you, I promise. "

The pain eased a bit, as he just stood there his massive dick buried in
me, throbbing, and twitching hotly in me.  I began to think that it was
over, that he was done . I continued to cry, my face wet with the tears. I
felt him pull out, just as slowly, allowing a wave of relief to come over
me.  Oh so slowly he  pulled out until all but the head of his cock had
been  removed... then he rammed the whole length back in, all at once! The
scream that came out of me should have awakened the dead, but the just dug
his fingers hard into my hips, and began to thrust into me  wildly,
pounding my poor ass with his big, hard cock, taking me in a brutal anal
rape that knocked the wind out of me so that I could no longer make a
sound.

His fingers bruised my waist and hips as his grip on them locked tighter,
pulling me onto his cock harder, and faster.  The man thrust into me
roughly for quite a while, slowing down when it was  certain he was about
to come,  then he would speed up his thrusts into  my ass over and over,
until my tiny, abused hole became numb from the constant barrage of pain.
The man plunged into me harder, and harder, until he could hold back no
longer, and shot wad after wad of hot, boiling come up my helpless, abused
ass.

Unlike when he raped my pussy there was absolutely no pleasure for me in
that act at all. All I could feel was relief that it was over, and
gratitude when he said that if I was good and obedient, that I would not
be fucked in the ass again any more that day.

He unfastened the leather straps that held my legs and freed mu arms and
then lifted me up so that my I was I was laying full prone on the table.
“I’m so glad I was told about you”, the man said.  “I’m not sure I would
have found you on my own, and that would have been a shame.” his hand was
gently rubbing my pussy, and tho it felt sooooo good, I wanted to move
away. It was wrong to feel such pleasure from my captor. But something, I
don't know what told me not to move.

“See, you already beginning to sense how I want you to behave! That’s
good. That’s very good. Now stay still, don’t move, don’t even turn your
head till I come back for you. The next phase of the fulfillment of your
fantasies and my pleasure needs a tiny bit of preparation.”

It seemed like he was gone a long time, I’m not sure because I dozed off.
When I came to the man was standing between my legs, shaking his head
sadly.

“I told you not to move, and you moved. You must be punished.”

I opened my mouth to beg him not to hurt me, but he covered my mouth with
his hand.

“Quiet Slave. You must be punished. You must be convinced that I am your
Master, and you are my Slave. You exist only to please me. Now a
disfigured  woman is not a pleasing sight I have in store for you , so you
don’t need to be afraid of that anymore.  No, the punishment is unique!”

The whole time he was talking to be, he was rubbing my pussy inside and
out with the more of the Vaseline. It was so strange, him talking of
punishment as he stimulates my pussy. But just as I am about to come, he
stops. “Get up, and follow me.”


I obey. He leads me down a dimly lit hallway till we reach a point where
the wall is broken by one large one-way mirror and a steel door. We stop
in front of the window. I look thru the window and see a large naked man
with long matted hair and a filthy looking beard sitting in the middle of
a padded room rapidly stroking a cock that is even bigger than the man’s!

“That poor wretch is my brother Ollie. He used to be near genus till
someone slipped a mega dose of acid  in his drink one day. Now all he
lives to do is to eat, sleep, and fuck as his mind is almost completely
gone. And I do try to supply all his needs!

So my dear Slave, you are going to be really be raped now. Your punishment
is to be my brother’s toy for a while.”

With that he unlocked the door and quickly thrust me inside before I could
react, and slammed the door shut behind me. Ollie was on his feet,
grabbing at me and mumbling “pussy, fucky fucky fuck, pussy, pussy.” over
and over with this insane expression on his face  For a large man he moved
fast, and quickly caught me throwing down on the floor, and leapt on top
of me.

He roughly parted my legs, and almost delicately  placed his cockhead at
my pussy’s entrance. FUCKY FUCKY FUCK FUCK he shouted as he thrust
suddenly forward. Thanks to the greasing the man had given me, my pussy
was not torn to shreds as I was impaled by a dick the size of a
policeman’s baton!

Ollie was thrusting hard into me, stabbing me with the massive cock with a
ferocity that can’t cannot be described, anymore than I can describe the
agony I was in. He grunted and drooled like an animal, his salvia was
falling on me in huge drops. “FUCKKK FUUUCCKKK” he would shout, his foul
ordor fiiling my nostrils, and then pause as if he forgot what he was
doing.  Then he would look down at me, say “Pussy! YUMM!!” And resume his
brutal thrusting and pounding of my pussy. It seemed I was being punished
by his powerful prick beyond human endurance  when he screamed,
“OOOOOOEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee”  and collapsed on top of me.



Then I heard the steel door open. The man pushed Ollie off me, and pulled
me to my feet. “Wasn’t that just awful?  But my brother surely got what he
needed from you!

Well, my dear Slave, every time you disobey me or displease me, no matter
how small the offense, Ollie gets to have you. Every time, without
exception. If you understand, say “Yes Master”

Shaking with revulsion, anger, and fear, I said, “Yes Master.” and then I
realized that I needed to say more, “I exist only to please you.”

What was that?  He told you I may refer to him as Master now? Are you
sure?  Okay, I understand.

I suddenly realized that my Master was dressed. I was totally naked with
Ollie’s cum running now my led, but My Master was dressed. Somehow that
filled shame, but the humiliation was just beginning. My Master told me to
follow him, and led be further down the hall thru a another door and up
some stairs. We walked thru an even narrow hallway past two doors, once
which was marked “Slits” and the other “Men”. My Master stopped in front
of a third door, open and motioned for me to enter ahead of him.

I walked past my  Master thru the door, into a what looked to be a bar
full of the roughest, meanest, men I have ever imagined existed. They were
all looking at me and cheering as  My Master  said, “And now my pretty
little Slave your fulfillment and education truly begins.”

****

I sure could use some help adding to this story. If you’d like to pretend
you’re one of the men in the story, send me a brief description of
yourself and a graphic description of what you would like to do to “me”
and/or what you’d have “me” do to “you”.
Please e-mail me at:
forceme@bigfoot.com
You just might find yourself in the next installment of this fantasy.

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