Category: rape fantasy

slut-problems: I was staying at my dad’s plac…

slut-problems:

I was staying at my dad’s place that summer and I had just turned 18. He had a pool and of course that meant that there was a pool guy that came once a week  to clean it. On Monday I was lying in the back, tanning completely naked when I saw him for the first time. He was tan and he wore red shorts and no shirt. He had a large straw hat on his head and he wore black flip flop sandals. My heart skipped a beat and then my pussy began to tingle. I could feel my clit come to life and suddenly even the light breeze was stimulating me. I let out a moan and he looked over at me. 

“Hi there!” I said, eyeing him savagely. I fixed my gaze upon his cock, willing him to whip it out and fuck me with it. 

He didn’t do that. Instead he began to clean the pool and so I got up, still naked and rearranged my towel, bending over so he could see my nice ass displayed in front of him. I looked over my shoulder at him, but he couldn’t be bothered with me. It was so frustrating! What did a girl have to do to get some cock around here, anyway?

“Hi there,” I said walking up to him. “So how soon can I swim in the pool after these chemicals are put in?” I asked him. I tried my best to look sexy, sticking my tits out for him to look at. 

“You can go in anytime,” he said. “It’s just acid and chlorine. People swim in it all the time.” 

“Would you want to go in with me?” I asked. “My dad isn’t home. No one is home right now.” 

“I don’t like little girls,” he said. 

“I’m not little. I’m eighteen! I’m completely legal. Plus I’m really horny. I just want to fuck,” I said, basically throwing myself at him.

“I’ve got a girlfriend, anyway,” he told me. “You’re still too young for me,” he said. I stood there, naked and defeated. No one had really ever told me no before. I didn’t know what to do and so I went back to my towel and grabbed my phone and started reading my favorite blog, Slut-Problems. I got so into one of the stories that I forgot the pool guy was even there. I began to absentmindedly finger myself and then I was making myself cum, rubbing my clit nice and hard as I read a story about a girl who loved to fuck lots of men at once. I was so jealous. I just wanted at least one man to fuck, just one to give me what I needed. I cried out and when my orgasm was finished I looked up to see the pool guy standing over me. 

“That was quite a show,” he said smiling. “Still interested in going for a swim with me?” 

“Sure!” I said and so we jumped in together and once we were in the water he grabbed me by the shoulders and he kissed me. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “I love how young you are.” 

“That’s funny,” I said. “You were just telling me I was too young a few minutes ago.” 

“I lied,” he said. He began to finger my pussy under the water and then he pulled me to the steps on the side of the pool. I looked at his cock as it entered my pussy. It was really long and pretty thick too. it was so long it wouldn’t quite fit all the way inside of me and so he fucked me the best he could with his huge cock and he made me cum right away. I had never fucked a cock as big as his before and the cool water mixed with the heat between us made me cum so hard that my body was shivering and shuddering. I came and came and I looked up at him. He was looking down on me, his eyes fixed on his cock moving in and out of my pussy. 

“I love your tight, young pussy,” he said and then he began to moan. He was going to cum! I watched in awe as his cock thrusted deeper than it should have. He held me tightly as he pushed his cock deeper and harder into me and it began to hit a place of pain deep within me. It fucking hurt and I cried out in pain. This only seemed to make him harder and he fucked me harder and deeper. I was screaming now, the pain taking over me and I begged him to stop. 

“Stop! You’re hurting me!” 

“You’re the one who wanted to fuck this dick, you bitch. Stick your pussy out and make me cum like a good girl.” I tried. I tried my best to stick my pussy out like a good girl for him and thankfully he came quickly. When he had finished we both got out and I ran to grab him a towel. He left shortly after that, not even bothering to apologize to me for fucking me so brutally. 

For the rest of the summer every Monday he came to clean the pool, and every Monday he used my pussy the way he wanted to. It always hurt, but I always felt like such a good, useful little slut afterward. I guess that’s why Mondays became the day I would lie out by the pool in wait, waiting to be treated like the little whore I wished I was. 

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. But those we…

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. But those were his two best qualities. I was the kind of slut that needed it nice and hard. I needed to be used and treated like shit by someone that I knew truly didn’t give a shit about me. He was good at not giving a shit. He was good at making my body feel as worthless as I felt inside all of the time. 

His words burned and stung. His slaps, chokes and shakes made me tremble and cry out. I loved the pain when he abused me, but his hands were never enough. I needed his cock to abuse me too. I needed to feel him let go of himself and lose control on me. I needed to feel his anger course through me as he raped my pussy and my ass. 

He took what he wanted from me, and I didn’t have a choice. But I stayed with him, even after he started raping me every night. I stayed with him even after he started using my holes all day whenever, and however he wanted. I was the one that came the hardest when he raped me and I was the one that couldn’t seem to stay away. 

“Please! Fuck me!” I begged him, and I sounded so pathetic. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hate me. I wanted him to think of me as a pathetic piece of shit. I wanted him to hate fuck me, taking out all of his aggression, using all of his strength to tear my tiny, helpless body apart. 

Kristen wasn’t the kind of girl that let men t…

Kristen wasn’t the kind of girl that let men take advantage of her. She wasn’t the kind of girl that considered herself a slut. She was usually so careful in choosing her partners, but on this occasion she found that things were different. Something about Cole made her lose her sensibilities. 

“Want to go back to my place?” he asked her and she found herself looking up at him with desire. It had been so easy with him at dinner and the way he was kissing her now made her weak in ways she’d only read about before today. Now she was swept away by his kisses, and taken under by his words. 

“I don’t know if I should…” she trailed off, looking to give him the usual excuse. She knew how to ward off men. She’d been doing it for over a decade, since men had first started showing interest. It wasn’t that she was a lesbian or anything. She was just choosy about who she wanted to give herself to. 

“You should, Kristen. You know I think you’re special, right?” he asked, and she hung on the possibility that he was telling the truth. She wanted it to be true. 

“I want to…” she whispered and he covered her mouth with kisses again and then he ushered her into his car, and then into his house. Next thing she knew he had her in the bedroom and he was taking off her clothing in between passionate kisses. 

“You feel so good,” he moaned and she liked the way he seemed full of passion. 

“How do you feel about me?” she asked him, looking up at him hopefully. Maybe he did care. Maybe she could trust him. She wasn’t sure and she waited with her whole heart on the line. She wasn’t the kind of girl who could have sex without having feelings. 

“I love you,” he told her and by the way he was kissing her it seemed like it was true. She let herself believe it as she gave in to herself and allowed herself to accept the full potential of his love. She opened herself up to him completely. 

As soon as she had given herself over to him, he came alive. It was as if he could sense that he had her right where he wanted her. He pushed her face-first onto his bed and she began to protest, but he pushed her face down into the bed so that he couldn’t hear her screams. 

“Stay there. Done’t move!” he commanded her and she waited for him to do something. She heard a couple of clicks and then he was back with her, his cock pushing into her pussy from behind. Kristen screamed as his hard cock used her. She had never been fucked quite so roughly. She had always been careful about the men that she let in. She had been trying to avoid being hurt, but now as he drilled her pussy with all of his strength, she was afraid. 

“Help! Stop!” she screamed, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he hammered her pussy harder and harder with every thrust until he was fucking her so hard that she actually began to cum. She’d never had an orgasm during sex, but now she couldn’t say that anymore. She was excited as she screamed loudly for Cole. 

“You don’t want me to stop, do you? No you, don’t. You need it in the ass!” he screamed to her. 

“NO!” she shrieked. She’d never done anal and this was not the time that she wanted to try it. In fact, she never wanted to try it. He stopped only to grab some lube and spread it all over his cock and on the outside of her asshole. 

“You’re going to love anal,” he told her, and she fought against him, trying to keep him from pushing his cock into her virgin ass. 

“Please. Not now. I don’t like anal!” she screamed. 

“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt!” Cole screamed at her and for a moment she was stunned. She couldn’t believe that he was being this way! She had thought he really loved her, but as he held her down and forced his cock into her ass, she knew that he didn’t love her at all. He was just using her. 

“Fuck you! You fucking rapist!” she screamed, but he didn’t listen to her. He held her down and forced her to take his cock. She wiggled and squirmed until she realized that he was deep inside of her ass and that there was nothing that she could do to stop it. Her ass burned almost as hot as her pride. She hated Cole so much! She couldn’t believe that she had trusted him! 

He reached his fingers underneath her and he found her clit and pressed on it as he fucked her ass even harder. Before Kristen knew it she was cumming her ass off. Her orgasm was the biggest she had ever had! And it was happening during sex! Cole had made her cum not once, but twice during sex! This had never happened before, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, she came again. Her screams were loud and her body shook violently underneath his until he had unloaded all of his cum deep inside of her ass. 

When he was done he came to a stop inside of her, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. He pulled his cock from her ass and he got up and walked over to a video camera that was perched on a tripod in the corner of the room. Kristen hadn’t noticed it when they’d come in, and she hadn’t noticed when he had turned the cameras on either. Now there was a recording of her and he had control of it. She got up quickly, scrambling to her feet to confront him.

“You recorded this?” she asked angrily. Cole turned to her and smiled. 

“Fuck yeah I did. I can send you a copy if you want one,” he told her. 

“No. I want you to destroy the video,” she said, tears threatening in her eyes. 

“No way. I use these when I jack off. I won’t show it to anyone,” he promised her. “What’s your email? I’ll email you a copy.” She relented and she wrote down her email address. She watched as he pulled up their video on his computer. He labeled it with her name, Cole&Kristen. She looked at the other videos in the folder. All of them had thumbnails of Cole fucking some other girl. 

Kristen’s mouth dropped as she read the file names: Cole&Beth, Cole&Sarah, Cole&Darla. The list went on and on and it looked like he had almost a hundred videos. 

“How many girls have you done this with?” I asked. 

“Oh fuck, Kristen, don’t trip!” he said, but she was already running to the front door. She couldn’t believe Cole! He had disrespected her! He had duped her! She felt so stupid as she got into her car and pulled away from his house. Her tears were falling freely now. He didn’t love her. He had lied! But he had also made her cum better than anyone ever had. She hated herself for wanting him again after the way he treated her, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to cum like that again. 

I wasn’t always into girls, but Bobby told me …

I wasn’t always into girls, but Bobby told me that he knew how to get me into them if I wanted to be. 

“I don’t know. I mean, it seems like guys like it when two girls hook up. I wish that I was into women, but I’m just not.” 

“What if I told you that I could change that for you?” Bobby asked, his face fixed into a smug expression of superiority, 

“I’d say go ahead and try.” I didn’t believe that he could change anything about me, but I was sorely mistaken. I let him lead me to his bedroom, where he made me lay back on the bed. 

“Okay, just relax and close your eyes. I want you to imagine a white light. It is coming from above and filling your body, one part at a time. Imagine your body filling with this white light, and as it fills you, you are more and more relaxed.” 

“I’m so relaxed,” I murmured and he continued until I think I fell asleep. When I woke up I felt different somehow, although I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what was different. Until it happened. 

“I wanted you to meet someone,” Bobby told me one night after dinner. 

“Who?” I asked, just as the doorbell rang. He got up and answered it. A tall girl with blonde hair walked in behind him and he introduced me. 

“This is Yadira,” he told me. “Yadira, this is my girlfriend, Jill.” 

“Nice to meet you. I’ve been looking to meet some hot girls around here, and I was so happy that Bobby told me he had a girlfriend that was into other women. We don’t have to hook up if you don’t want to,” she assured me. “But I’d love a chance. I think you’re sexy.” She gave me a naughty, little look that I’d never seen from another girl. Normally I would have said no immediately, but I hesitated this time. 

“I’d love to get to know you. In fact, I think the best way to do that is to take this straight to the bedroom. Is that too fast, Yadira?” I asked her, shocking even myself. Bobby looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. 

“Let’s go,” Yadira said and we headed into the bedroom. 

“Bobby? What did you do to me?” I asked him as I let Yadira kiss me. I was enjoying her kisses and I couldn’t seem to get her clothes off quickly enough. I buried my face into her pussy and I couldn’t believe how good her pussy tasted. It was like I had been hungry for it all my life, and now I was finally getting the taste I had been craving. I let myself enjoy it and I tried not to think of before, how I had been turned off by women. I tried not to think about Bobby hypnotizing me, which he obviously had. 

He had his cock in Yadira’s asshole and I was licking her pussy desperately, with the kind of hunger that a pack of starving wolves might have as they finally fed. I was finally feeding, finally getting what I wanted. She let out a series of moans as Bobby came in her ass. 

“Lick the cum up from her ass,” he ordered me. I hesitated. The old me would have said no, but this new me was a disgusting slut. This new me hungrily licked at Yadira’s ass, cleaning all of Bobby’s cum from her like a little ass slave. I didn’t know who I was anymore. What had I become? Bobby had done this to me, I was certain of it. But I couldn’t do anything about it right now. Yadira was about to sit on my face, and I really wanted her to. I wanted her so much that I almost forgot how into Bobby I was. In fact, I was starting to think I didn’t need Bobby anymore. Maybe all I needed now was Yadira. 

What the fuck had Bobby done to me? 

slut-problems: I didn’t even make it into the…

slut-problems:

I didn’t even make it into the garage. He had me pinned down and most of my clothing was off of me already. My panties were still in place, but he had me pinned down by the neck with one arm and his hand was touching my pussy through my panties. 

“This is it, bitch,” he told me. “The fight ends here. If you stop fighting now I might still go easy on you. Keep fighting and this might just be your last fight.” His hand found it’s way into my panties. I began to hyperventilate. I can’t believe I ever thought that rape was something sexy, something I got off to. I’d scroll through porn where women were being attacked and my pussy would get so wet. I’d cum so easily. But now, here with the real thing happening, with a near stranger pulling my white, cotton panties off of my body with a sickening ripping sound. He managed to get his cock out while still holding me down. 

“Open your legs nice and wide for me, bitch,” he told me. I thought about fighting, but there was no way I was going to try. He had a gun within his arms reach and I was relatively certain he would enjoy using it to kill me. I opened my legs. 

“See, that’s better. Look at this delicious cunt,” he said sneering. He poised his cock at the entrance to my pussy. “Mmmmm,” he said as he sunk it into me. His cock was big and very hard. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes and I could feel them fall down my cheeks and toward my ears.

“Please, don’t,” I whimpered. 

“DON’T?” he yelled laughing at me. “DON’T WHAT? Don’t fuck your pussy the way you’ve always wanted it fucked? You wanted this. You begged for this. Now I’m giving it to you, you stupid little bitch. You don’t want to be raped now that it’s really happening? Well too fucking bad!” He began to fuck my pussy forcefully as he choked my neck. 

“Bitch.” 

“Cunt.” 

“Slut.”

“You’re stupid. You’re so fucking stupid for letting me do this to you. Stupid little idiot cunt. Take my dick. Take my cum.” 

He grunted and came inside me. Then he pulled his cock out, spit right in my face, then gathered his belongings. 

“You were a great piece of ass, you stupid cunt,” he said as he walked out the door and shut it behind him 

I looked down at my body. It looked used. It was really hot. Then I got an incoming text. It was him. “I hope you liked that. That was my first time raping someone. Was it good?” 

I smiled. He had done a good job. I texted him, “Yeah. I loved it. Thanks. You can come back now.”

“Be right there,” he texted. 

slut-problems: My best friend knew I had a cru…

slut-problems:

My best friend knew I had a crush on her older brother, Robert. Robert was the kind of guy that any woman would want. He was tall, dark and handsome and he carried himself with confidence. I had lusted after him since I was a preteen and he’d always put me off, telling me that I was too young for him and that I could keep dreaming. I took him literally and kept dreaming, using him as fodder for my fantasies whenever I wanted to cum really, really hard, which was often. I came while thinking about him more often than I cared to admit to anyone, not even myself and so as I got on the plane to return home from college all I could think about was seeing my best friend, Renee and of seeing Robert again. 

At the airport, Renee greeted me with a big hug and we both squealed with delight as we held each other by the hands and jumped up and down with joy. We embraced again. 

“Oh my God, it’s YOU!” I screamed. 

“It’s you!” she screamed back. “Oh my God! I have a surprise for you!” She turned to look behind her and as my eyes focused I saw that it was Robert! 

“Oh my fucking God!” I squealed, my voice rising with excitement! “Robert!” I ran to him and we embraced in a big bear hug. He held me tightly and rocked me back and forth for what seemed like too long. He finally let me go and stepped back to take a look at me. “Wow, college has done you good, Lizzie! You look great!” He looked me up and down and gave me a little wink. I looked at Renee and she winked at me too. I was so happy to be home. 

By the time we made it back to their parent’s place for dinner the manicotti was ready and we sat down for a delicious meal as I caught up with her family. My own family had gone to Scotland for the holidays so I would be staying with Renee and Robert in the apartment they shared across town. I felt like part of their family, just like old times and by the time we said good-night and headed to Renee and Robert’s apartment I was sloppy drunk and happy. 

“You definitely drank too much sake,” Robert told me as I giggled uncontrollably with Renee in the backseat. 

“Your Dad and his sake!” I laughed as I remembered all the times I’d gotten shit faced with his parents even though I wasn’t even legally old enough to be drinking yet. By the time we made it home I was feeling pretty dizzy and so I let Robert help me upstairs to the bathroom. He brought my bags in for me, and though I thought I was going to puke, the feeling passed and I just wanted to lie down. I passed out on the couch in the living room. 

When I woke up I was cold and my eyes snapped open. Robert was naked and on top of me, fucking my pussy. I closed my eyes and opened them again, unsure if this was another dream I was having about Robert or if it was real. 

“Robert?” I asked. 

“Shhhhh. Go back to sleep. Let me finish using you,” he said and he stroked my hair as he hovered above my body, his hard cock still inside of me. I was on the floor, face down in the carpet and his cock was using my pussy.

“Are you fucking me?” I asked him. 

“Of course I am. You can’t look as hot as you do and expect me not to want to use this hot pussy,” he explained as if it made perfect sense that he was raping me. 

“I don’t want to be asleep. I want to be awake so I can feel it,” I said. 

“Okay then. Wake up and let me use your pussy, Lizzie. Just like you always wanted, huh? I know you always had a crush on me.” His cock got harder as I woke up and I moaned as the pleasure washed over my senses. 

“I’ve been dreaming of your cock inside of me for so long,” I told him, honestly. I had. I had dreamed of this moment so many times, but I’d never dreamed it this way, waking up to him taking what he wanted from me. Never in my fantasies had Robert been a rapist, but it didn’t matter. You can’t rape the willing and Robert couldn’t rape me, well, not really. I wanted him so much that I wanted to be raped by him. I stuck my pussy out, begging him to fuck me harder and use me completely. 

“Yeah, just relax and take my cock, you stupid slut. This is what you’re good for. You’re a hole for me to use whenever you come to town from now on. You’re not a little girl anymore. You finally are useful for me.” I stuck my pussy out and I came on his big cock. He felt good and it felt right, like this was always supposed to happen. 

“Yes! Yes!” I moaned and I realized that I was getting rather loud, but I was too inebriated to think clearly and so when Renee came walking down the stairs rubbing sleep from her eyes I was surprised. We froze like two raccoons caught robbing a trash can, our eyes glistening in the dark. 

“Holy Shit! Are you guys finally fucking?” she was laughing and pointing at us. “Have fun you two. Try to keep it down, though. It’s 3am!” She walked back up the stair to her room. 

Getting caught hadn’t stifled Robert’s erection. In fact, it seemed like he was even harder now that we had been caught by his sister and my best friend. At least we had her blessing, which is why I didn’t think twice of screaming when I came again. It may have been 3am, but I’d waited my whole life to cum on Robert’s cock like that. I’d also waited my whole life to watch him as he came inside of me. 

“Cum in me! Cum inside me, Robert!” I begged him. 

“You got it, slut,” he said and he grabbed me by the throat and fucked me hard while he gave it a squeeze. I could feel my pussy tighten up and spasm. I tried to scream, but the sounds that came out of me were choked and muffled by his hand crushing my windpipe. My orgasm was brutally intense and I knew that I would never ben the same again afterward. I allowed myself to cum hard on his cock and I was cumming so intensely that I scarcely noticed what he looked like when he came, or that he had even cum at all. He laid on top of me, his breathing labored. 

“Wow. That was amazing, Lizzie. I really wish I wouldn’t have waited so long to do that! I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time,” he said, staring down into my eyes. 

“You have no idea how long,” I said remembering when I had first found out was sex was and I immediately pictured Robert as my partner as my teachers explained every last detail. He’d been on my mind a long time, but it had taken him a long time to get into my body. Still, I had done it! I had finally gotten him, if even for a short time. I would take anything I could get from Robert. 

“Well, how about I make it up to you?” he offered. “How about I fuck you as much as possible while you are staying here. We still have a few more days, right?” 

“Right!” I said, feeling a bit bad for Renee. After all, I was her best friend and I’m sure she’d wanted to spend some time with me. But at the same time no one knew how much this meant to me like Renee. I knew she would understand that fucking her brother as much as possible on this trip before the magic spell that had gotten him inside of me was broken was necessary. I still needed to watch his face as he came in me. It was on my slutbucket list.

slut-problems: I grew up hating men for being …

slut-problems:

I grew up hating men for being misogynists. Thats why I chose to fuck women over men. I told myself that I was a lesbian because I hated them that much and I didn’t want their cocks and their horrible, sadistic minds anywhere near me. I did it to protect myself and I encouraged lots of other women to do the same. I made sure that I was always surrounded by women, that I always ate pussy, but deep down I knew I was living a lie. Deep down, I longed for cocks and lots of them. 

I hadn’t told anyone about my secret, that I secretly wanted to be gang fucked by a bunch of men. I imagined their cocks all using me at the same time, treating me like shit as they used my pussy, ass and mouth to get off in. I don’t know why I was craving it so much, but I was and I needed a way to solve my problem. 

The solution came to me one night after I had dropped my girlfriend safely off at her house. I was driving around when I saw a handmade sign taped to a stop sign. It said, “Sex Party” and it had an arrow pointing to the left. I turned left, not sure what I would find. I found another sign and then another and I followed them until I reached the house. I could tell that there was a party going on there,  as laser lights were shooting out from the back yard and there were cars parked heavily all over the street, some of them not even legally. I found a parking spot and I took a deep breath before I went to the door and knocked. 

“Who are you?” The guy at the door said. 

“I’m just a girl looking for some fun,” I said and he looked me over. 

“Come in, then,” he said as he opened the door wider for my entrance. 

“Thanks,” I said and I walked through the party to find that there weren’t too many women here. It was mostly a sausage fest and the girls that were there didn’t look like they were doing anything sexual. For a sex party, it was pretty tame. I was a bit disappointed until I saw the group of guys in the spa. They looked like fun and so I walked over to them and I chatted them up. 

“I’m a lesbian,” I told them.

“Why the fuck would a lesbian come to a sex party like this?” one of the guys asked. 

“I don’t know. I guess I was curious about what straight people do. I’ve never actually had sex with a man, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like.” 

“I think you should have sex with six guys,” one of the guys said as he literally took his finger and counted the six men that were in the spa.

“You wish,” I said, laughing. Fucking six guys had never occurred to me, but I couldn’t deny that my pussy was having some ideas. I could feel myself getting wet and I could feel the wetness soaking through my leggings. I wondered if they could see that. 

“I think it’s time for us to get out, don’t you agree?” one of the guys said and they all got out of the spa and I could see their manly bodies. How had I never noticed how sexy men could be? They were all very toned, like they all worked out. I must have been gawking because one of the guys gave me a sensual look. 

“You like what you see, lesbian? You want to try this cock? Huh?” I took a step back from him but when he turned and I saw that he had his hard cock out I kind of freaked out. 

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, mostly in shock at seeing an actual penis for the first time in real life. I had never actually had one this close to me and I reached out with two fingers and touched it, as if touching it harder might break it. 

“Wow, you haven’t ever touched a cock before, have you lesbian?” he asked me. 

“No.” 

“Here, give me your hand,” he said and he guided my hand onto his cock and he showed me how to stroke it. Normally I would have run away, screaming, but tonight was different. Tonight I was going to try this. I stroked his cock for him and he smiled with approval. 

“Now try sucking it,” he commanded me and he grabbed me gently by the head and pushed me down toward his cock. I looked at his cock and the tip looked like it had a little eye on it. It was staring at me expectantly and so I took a deep breath and told myself that I could do this. I could suck a cock. I could. I put it in my mouth and it was odd. It was fleshy, soft, and hard all at the same time. I tried my best to take it deep in my throat, but I found that it was more difficult than I had anticipated. 

I hadn’t noticed, but all of the guys that had been in the spa were surrounding me now. They were closing me in from all sides and they all had their cocks out. Before I knew it I was having a blow job gang bang. I was taking one cock in my mouth after another. They did their best to coach me and I noticed that the harder I sucked on their cocks, the faster they came. I got a lot of cum in my mouth, which was disgusting at first, but by the time I swallowed the fourth or fifth load I was used to the bitterness. 

“Let’s fuck her next,” one of the guys said. 

“Wait! I don’t want to get fucked! This blow job stuff is cool but I’m not sure if I want a cock up in my pussy!” I began to stand up, but one of the men pushed me down. 

“You didn’t come here to give some blow jobs, lesbian. You came here to take some cock and we’re going to help you out for your own good.” They collectively grabbed me and pulled me inside to the master bedroom of the house. Cocks were shoved into my pussy, ass and mouth, and I’d like to say that I fought as hard as I could, but I didn’t. I put up a bit of a fight, but it was more for show than anything. I wanted them to think that they were taking from me. I wanted to see the level of misogyny that they would bring to the table. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was right about men all along. They are all misogynist pigs. The problem is, that I seemed to actually like this quality in men. 

They took turns raping me for the remainder of the night, and I came and came on their cocks. I came much more intensely than I had ever cum with another woman, which left me confused and afraid. Was I still a lesbian if I had liked getting gang raped by a bunch of sexist pigs? What was wrong with me, anyway? I didn’t know how I would tell my girlfriend about this, and so I decided I wouldn’t. The guys did tell me that their little sex party takes place once a month, on the first Saturday of the month and that I should come back anytime. I limped out of that party, barely able to walk to my car, barely able to sit on the drive home. They had brutalized me and I hated them for it. So why was I already planning to go back next month?

slut-problems: I don’t like to tell people abo…

slut-problems:

I don’t like to tell people about this, but it’s what I think about most nights when I masturbate myself to orgasm. Nothing makes me cum quite as hard as thinking about that day. He caught me in the laundromat as I was washing my clothing for the week. He grabbed me and pressed the gun to my back and forced me into my own car. He made me drive as the gun pressed into my ribs. He told me where to go, turn by turn until he told me to park. He pulled me into the back of my car where he began to tie my arms behind me back. 

Once I was restrained he felt up my body, pushing my skirt up and sticking his fingers wherever he wanted. I didn’t cry. I was in shock. I was numb. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. He pulled me from the car and he pushed me toward a house. It was an old neighborhood, one I’d never been to. I had no idea where we were exactly, but I knew I was about to get brutally raped. I walked in the door as he held it open like a gentleman, even as he pointed the gun straight at my head. 

Once inside I looked around. The house was messy and unkempt. I could hear someone moaning from one of the bedrooms and it frightened me. It sounded like a woman who was in real pain, and I realized in that moment that this man wasn’t just dangerous, he was crazy. He pulled me into a room that was completely empty except for an old mattress. It had all kinds of gross stains on it and some of them looked like blood. It looked like someone had bled out on that mattress, and I shuddered as he made me lay down right in the middle of the stain. He tied me up with ropes and chain until I couldn’t move. My legs and arms were wide open. He put a gag in my mouth. Then he left. 

I could hear him torturing the other girl for what seemed like hours. I was frightened and I began to think over my life and how I had lived it. I prayed to God, hoping that he would let me live through this, and weirdly I thought of my laundry, which I had left in the dryers. I was sad that all of my clothes would likely be gone, but if I were dead I wouldn’t need them. Pain screams echoed through the house until finally the door to the room I was in opened and he brought in a woman. She was much older than me, but he made her crawl into the room on her hands and knees. She was collared and he held a leash attached to the collar. 

“Here she is,” the man told her. “Isn’t she pretty?” 

“Yes,” the woman said and he led her by the leash to my body and commanded her to lick my pussy. She licked me hungrily and I felt bad for her, but at the same time she was good at licking pussy and I couldn’t help but cum on her face. He pushed her roughly out of the way and shoved his smallish cock inside of me and used my pussy until he came. 

“Lick her clean,” he commanded the woman and she did as he asked. He chained her next to me when he was done and he left the room. 

“How long have you been here?” I asked her. 

“He’s my husband,” she told me. “He’s dangerous,” she told me. “Please, do everything he says. Please,” she said. 

“He’s your husband? How long has he been doing this? Has he killed anyone? Why is there blood all over this mattress?” I pleaded with her with my eyes. 

“Just do what he says. He’s dangerous. He will hurt you.” 

“Will he kill me?” I asked. 

“He could.” 

“Has he killed people?” I whispered loudly.

“Maybe,” she said. She looked afraid and I took her maybe as a yes. I could see it in her eyes. I could hear him walking back down the hall and his wife looked away from me. I braced myself. He had a whip in his hand and he smiled sadistically at me as he took it and whipped my pussy once. I winced and cried out. He lashed me again. Again. Again. He seemed satisfied as tears rolled down my face. He climbed on top of me and began to fuck me. My pussy was numb, but somehow he made me cum anyway. I could feel my orgasm almost as if it were detached from me, somehow. I’d never experienced anything like it before. I looked at his wife. Our eyes locked and something passed between us. She knew what this was like. She understood. 

“Just do what he asks and he’ll let you go,” she told me with her eyes. I tried my best to be a good rape victim for him. I tried to show him that I was willing and ready to give him what he wanted. 

He kept me there for almost two days. I had no way of knowing how long I had been gone. I had no way of telling people where I was, but no one missed me. I was the kind of person who disappeared all the time. I went on adventures all the time without telling anyone. It would be a while before I was missed. 

“Should I let you go?” he asked me after he’d raped me for what must have been the fiftieth time. 

“Yes! I promise I’ll never say anything. I’m having fun,” I lied. 

“Oh yeah? You think this is fun you sick little cunt?” 

“Yeah! This is the best sex I’ve ever had. Not too many men are sadistic enough for me. But you’re great,” I lied again. He must have believed me. The next day he untied me and gave me my clothing back. He handed me the keys to my car and my cell phone. 

“I’m letting you go, but on one condition,” he said. I looked at his wife, still bound on the floor beneath him, her leash and collar still in place. 

“Okay,” I said. 

“You are never to tell anyone about what happened here. You are not to go to the police. If I find out you did I will find you and fucking kill you. I’ve killed people before and gotten away with it.” His wife’s eyes confirmed this for me. 

“I will never tell anyone,” I said. “I’m happy that I met you and had this experience,” I lied. “Thank you.” 

“Let me walk you to your car,” he said. 

“Good-bye,” I told his wife and I’ll never forget the desperate and sad look on her face as I left her behind. He walked me to my car, opening it like a gentleman. 

“Remember what I said, cunt. I’ll fucking kill you.” 

“Your secret is safe with me,” I told him. I drove aimlessly for almost an hour until I found my way back to the laundromat. Sure enough, all of my clothing was gone. I sat on one of the old, plastic chairs by the dryers and I began to weep. I had been kidnapped and raped, but I didn’t dare tell anyone. I didn’t dare call the police. I never told a single soul for many years. I knew he wasn’t joking. I knew he would be watching me. I knew if I told anyone that he would come back for me, and I knew that next time he wouldn’t be so kind as to let me go.

I woke up and I knew that something was wrong….

I woke up and I knew that something was wrong. I heard a buzzing sound and as my head began to clear I tried to recall the time and date, but I could not. What was the last thing I could remember? 

I tried to sit up, but as I jerked my body forward it was met with resistance. Something was holding me back, holding my down. My eyes snapped open and I looked up and the ceiling, and then around the room. I couldn’t move. I was tied down to my own red, velvet couch. There were ropes around both of my wrists, and they were tied tightly together so that I couldn’t move. I tried to let out a scream, but I found there was something in my mouth, gagging me. 

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t speak. The buzzing sound was loud and I could feel the vibration traveling through my clit and up through my entire body. There was a twisted pleasure coursing through me, but it was painful too, the way pleasure can be when there is too much of it. 

I couldn’t remember how I had gotten here or what had happened before this. I tried like hell to clear my mind, but I must be drugged or something. Who had done this to me? That I wasn’t sure and I searched my mind, trying to make sense of things, trying to figure out who was behind all of this. I tried again to scream, but found it was useless. It was pointless. 

I began to cum then, the vibrator doing it’s job. It was tied to my legs with a series of rope and the end rested against my clit. It tried to wiggle around, to get it off of my clit, but it was no use. Whoever had tied me up this way had done a good job. I screamed into the ball gag as the orgasm enveloped me. I watched my body shake as the pleasure swelled inside of me and took over my mind. It felt so fucking good and I could think of nothing else as I came. I couldn’t stand that I couldn’t remember what had happened to me or how I had gotten here. 

Who would do this to me? My mind began to race as I thought of the possibilities. There were so many men who hated me. I had left behind me a trail of broken hearts. I used men for sex and discarded them like trash. Some of them had a very hard time with this, and I was certain there were plenty of guys who would love to do this to me. It didn’t narrow anything down. I screamed into my gag as loudly as I could, hoping someone would come back for me and help me, but no one came but me. 

I came over and over again, my screams lost in my empty house. I wondered how long it would be before someone found me like this. I didn’t have many friends and no one came by unless I asked them to. I came to the harrowing conclusion that no one was coming for me. I would be trapped like this indefinitely, and I could not free myself. How would I go to the bathroom? How would I eat?

“Please, someone help me!” I screamed into my ball gag, but all that came out was, “PURR SOOOOHAPPPPMMMM.” 

I was so totally fucked. 

slut-problems: He spotted me at a crowded res…

slut-problems:

He spotted me at a crowded restaurant and approached my table. He gave me his business card. He told me to give him a call if I wanted to make some real money. I did need a job so I called him and he set up an interview. He told me to wear heels and something sexy and to wear full make-up so he could see what I would look like on camera. I was too shy to ask him what the job was for, so when I arrived I was not prepared for what was about to happen.

I entered and saw he had several cameras set up in the room. My first guess was that this was a photo shoot, and my spirits began to lift a bit. I could take some pictures. That wouldn’t be bad. But then he told me to take off all of my clothing, but to keep the heels on. 

“Um. I don’t think I want to do this,” I told him.

“Really? $40 an hour? You sure?” I hesitated. Who wouldn’t? I began to take off my clothing. 

“Bend over here,” he said gesturing to the couch. “Now put your ass up higher. Yes. Good.” He lubed up a toy and began to work it into my asshole.

“Are the cameras on?” I asked. 

“Yes, he said. “Relax your asshole. That’s good.” His voice began to take on a condescending tone, almost as if he were talking to a baby. “Good girl. Now it’s time to take my cock.” 

He mounted me and began to fuck his cock into my asshole. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. I was just sticking my ass out and closing my eyes hoping this whole nightmare would be over soon and I could go back home with my $40 an hour. 

“Take my dick in your ass, you stupid little bitch,” he said in a sing-song voice as if I were a small child while panning to the cameras. “Yes, take it. Take my dick. Take my cum up in that stupid little asshole of yours.” I felt his cock releasing all of it’s cum into my asshole. He paused before puling it out. I could feel my asshole immediately spewing the cum back out and he actually clapped.

He cleared his throat and in his regular voice said, “Great job, sweetie. You did great. I’m through with you. Let’s see, how long were you here? An hour? Okay, here’s $40.” He handed me two twenties. He validated my parking pass. I stumbled to my car. What the fuck had just happened? 

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