Rape Stories.

by Mac daddy

My name is David. I’m 17-years old. I’m a senior at my High School. I’m on the football team. I guess that I’m a pretty popular guy. I have a lot of friends. Anyway enough about me this is a story about my sister Lisa. Lisa is my younger sister. She’s 16-years old. She has long blonde hair and a beautiful athletic body. I love her stomach. She has full six pack. I mean her stomach is rock hard. She has killer legs. She about five foot ten, so she’s pretty tall. Her legs are long and muscular. She always walks around my friends and I in her cut off tee shirts and short skirts or her short lose running shorts.

Well, one weekend our parents went out of town and let me watch the house. That was a big mistake. I decided to throw the party of the century. Friday night came around and my parents handed me some money and gave me a lecture about not having anyone over. I waited about an hour then I started calling all my friends telling them to bring the drinks. Around 7:00pm a couple of my friends showed up with three kegs. By 10:00 there was proudly about 50 people at the party. Lisa had been bitching all day about my friends. So she was being antisocial. Finally she came out of her room and after I had a long talk with her she decide to loosened up and have a drink or two.

Now, you must understand Lisa is my sister but even I see how damn fine she is. All my friends give me a hard time about it. One of my best friends is Owen Townsman. Owen is a pretty big black dude. We play football together. Owen is always talking about fucking Lisa. Anyway, as the night rolled on Lisa would flirt with all my friends. She is such a tease. She was wearing a short skirt with a cut-off top. Her stomach looked awesome. The more she drank the more she would tease my friends by doing stuff like messing with her bra making her tits bounce or running her hands up and down her long tan legs. Owen kept talking trash to me all night about Lisa. I have to say that watching Lisa even got me a little horny.

Around 12:00am the party was kicking. I couldn’t help but notice my tease ass sister was missing. I started going through the house looking for her. As I went into our downstairs TV room I heard some voices. I knew that I had shut the door to keep people out so I was sort of pissed that someone had gone down there anyway. As I approached the door I noticed that wasn’t fully shut there was a crack opening so I looked through it to see who was in the room. Mush to my surprise I saw Lisa sitting on the couch with her skirt ridding up exposing her long sexy legs. Her tits kept bouncing up and down as she laughed at whoever was talking to her.

I knew that voice, “Oh my god it’s Owen. He’s trying to score with Lisa”.

I heard Lisa saying that she was feeling really tiered and weak. Owen said, “that’s just the drugs I put in you drink starting to kick in. Now this got my attention. Owen turned around to set his drink on the table. As he did so I slipped into the room quickly and silently shutting the door. I then ran into the closet. The closet has a shudder appearance so that from the inside you can see the whole room, but anyone in the room can’t see me hidden in the closet. I watched in excitement as the events unfolded.

As soon as he set his drink down on the table he walked over to the door leading out of the room. I watched as he locked the door. He walked over to Lisa. He said, “Now you and I are going to have some fun baby”.

Her speech was slurred but you could understand what she was saying. “Please don’t do this Owen, I’ll tell my brother”.

Owen said, “Shut up bitch. Just sit back and enjoy it, because I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. He was standing in front of her as he began to undress. He took off his jeans exposing his 10 inches long 2 inches thick cock. I must admit nigger was hung. As soon as he was naked he got on his knees in front of Lisa. She gathered all of her energy as she tried to get up. Owen slapped her across the face and told her to “Sit the fuck down”.

Owen spread her legs. He began rubbing them up and down as he forced his tongue down Lisa’s throat. I though, “Should I stop this before those goes to far”?

Then I looked down at my rock hard cock pressing against my pants. I was going just sit back and enjoy the show. I watched as Owen ran his hands up and down Lisa’s legs. Slowly moving his hands up her muscular thighs he exposed her G-string thong.

“Please stop”, she said in her drugged out voice.

Owen pulled her skirt up around her waist. He leaned back so he could take a good look at her sexy ass body and the thin G-string thong covering it. She tried to sit up. He pushed her head back into the couch. She was crying, every sob would make her big tits bounce. Owen just started laughing. Then he slid his hands up under her shirt. He began squeezing her breast. She was shaking her head.

She kept say, “No please, no please”! Owen pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor. Lisa was now sitting on the couch with her big tits hiding behind her lacy bra with her skirt pulled up around her waist. Owen placed a hands on either side of her thong with a quick yank he tore it off her body. She just let out a grunt as she was tight pink little slit was exposed. Much to my surprise she was shaved. A matter of fact all that she had for pubic hair was a small thin cotton ball shaped like a heart.

Owen laugh as he said, “A heart huh, you are a little princess”.

He told her to get ready then he spit in his hand. He did the same to her cunt. He lined his shaft up to her opening.

Lisa gave on last plea, “Please don’t Owen, I’ve never done it before. Please not like this”.

Owen told her to shut up and get ready. With that be begin forcing his beast of a cock up my sisters tight little slit.

“Damn your tight bitch, I’ve never had a white cunt. You’re going to be my first”, he said.

He kept letting out little grunts as he forced his dick up her inch by inch. It took a couple of minutes but he finally had all of his cock in her. He took a couple deep pumps forcing his dick all the ways in till his balls were resting outside of her asshole. Lisa kept turning her head back and forth. He grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and made her look at him as he kept pumping her tight cunt. Man did I want him to take off her bra. I thought that I was going to cum in my pants just watching. He bent over her and started forcing his tongue down her throat as her body bounced with his steady pumps. All of a sudden he pulled back. Lisa’s bra could be undone from the front.

I was about to jump out and undo it myself. Leaning back he placed his hands on either side of her bra’s clasp. Then with a quick flip her breast sprung free. Bent over and started sucking her pink nipples. Her large bouncing breast stood out against his black sweaty skin. He kept sucking her breast moving from one nipple then to the other. He kept doing this till her nipples were as hard as rocks. Her arms flung about wildly. She was too drugged to really do anything. So what little resistance that she could put up was strictly for show. Owen finally had enough of it.

Owen used both of his hands to pin her hands against the couch. She was crying begging him to pull out. He kept saying, “Your little white cunt is mine now slut. I’m going to pump you full of my warm cum. Get ready bitch. He started really pumping away on her. Her breast jiggled as her body bounced back and forth with his steady pumps. “Oh shit, I’m going to cum in you bitch”, he said.

“No please pull out”, Lisa begged. He pumps slowed down. Instead of pumping her fast he pumped her slow and deep. The sweet sound of his ball sack slapping her body filled the room. Lisa just continued begging him to pull out of her. At this point I don’t think that he heard a word. He was in pure ecstasy. “Oh shit, here I cum baby. Get ready I’m going to pump your little white cunt full of my black snakes cum”. “Huh, huh, ohhhhhhhhh”, he kept letting out grunts. He let go of her hands and placed both of his on her breast.

He squeezed her tits while his pumps were building up to the big moment. Then it happened. He let out a long grunt as he exploded inside of her tight cunt. He kept pumping her making sure that she got every last drop. He bent over and sucked her pink nipples while she was crying. She kept saying, “no more, no more please”. As soon as his limp cock popped out of her.

I jumped out of the closet. “Oh shit, hey man this isn’t what it looks like”, Owen said.

I said, “Shut the fuck up I watched the whole thing. You raped her you son of bitch”. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone if you can keep your mouth shut”.

He looked at me rather confused. I began undoing my pants. As soon as I my pants were off he knew that I was going to take a turn on her for myself.

I said, “Get outside the room and make sure no one comes this way”.

“Ok man, just so I’m clear are we cool right”?

I said, “We’re cool if you let me take my turn on Lisa without having to worry about someone catching me fucking my sister, while she drugged no less”.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep everyone out of the room boss, she’s all yours bro”, Owen said as he left the room.

I spread Lisa’s legs. She was crying and begging me not to rape her. “Shhh honey, don’t worry I’m going to make everything alright sexy. I placed my hands on her muscular thighs. I thought that I was going to pop then. I placed my cock’s head against her tight little opening. I then bent over and started sucking on her nipples.

“David please, I’m your sister, please don’t” she said. I was possessed. It was like I was paying her back for all those times that I had thought about her while beating off. With a few quick deep thrust I forced my cock all the way in her. Damn she was tight. She was like a fucking glove. I looked down at her little dark haired heart above her slit. I laughed as I started pumping her up and down. She was so tight I knew that I wouldn’t last long. My balls were tight as shit as they kept slapping her body. I forced each of her nipples into my mouth. I would roll them around with my tongue. Slowly her nipples would grow hard while still inside my mouth. I broke free of her breast. I sat there pumping her body letting out grunts and laughs at the same time.

Man was she tight. She was the fuck of a century. I pumped her cunt with vengeance for the thousands of times that I had beaten off thinking about her sexy body. I was caught up in the moment because I had every intention of pulling out but I just got caught up in the moment. I place my hands on either side of her head.

I said, “If you ever tell anyone about this I’ll fucking kill you after I let all of my friends take turns on your sweet ass.”

She said, “Please David, pull out, not in me, not you, please pull out”.

Like I said I had a handful of her long blonde hair on either side of her head forcing her to look at me as I took pleasure from her tight cunt. I meant to pull out I really did but I couldn’t help it I was so deep inside of her when I started to shoot my load. I held it back as long as I could then I just started shooting it inside of her. She started crying as she felt wave after wave of my warm cum coating her tight slit. I pumped my hips back and forth milking my cock in her.

Then I bent over and said, “From now on you’re my cum slut bitch, you’ll do what ever I tell you or like I said I’ll kill you”. With that I bent over and sucked her pink nipple before pulling my limp cock back and getting dress. I pulled her skirt back down and fixed her bra. I then put her shirt back on. I picked her up and laid her inside of the downstairs closet. It could be locked from the outside so of course I locked it.

The next morning after everyone left my house (Owen was the last to go he was so afraid that I was going to call the cops).

I went downstairs and opened up the closet door she sat there hugging her knees. With her long blond hair and the look on her face I had to rape her again. I pulled her by her hair out of the closet. I then got her on all fours. I flipped her skirt up over her waist. Then I fucked her tight cunt doggie style while she cried begging me to pull out. He ass sat there bouncing with my deep and steady pumps. This time I meant to cum in her. With my hands on her hips I made a quick thrust deep inside of her where my cock unloaded again. She just sat there moving up and down with my pumps while I filled her full of my cum. I pulled out and stood up.

“Go take a shower and get dressed into something sexy, you and I are going to have some fun before mom and dad get home”, I said. For the rest of the weekend I fucked her tight cunt till I thought I couldn’t cum anymore. I still fuck her a couple times a week and believe it or not she is still as tight as a glove.

A nice rape story by evilspurestform9

Tim had been watching Kaytie for a while. With that beautiful body of hers, who wouldn’t want to look? 5′10", and all legs. Her red hair bounced teasingly against her ass, and her 36d tits bounced when she walked. She was still soo young. So fresh, and so beautiful. He had been watching her, but was afraid of how to approach her.

She knew he’d been watching. She did things on purpose now. She’d walk past him in the office, barely brushing her round ass against his crotch as she "scooted" past him. Once she felt him pop a hard on right as her ass touched him. He was putty in her hands! But she didn’t want him. He was too shy. She liked the aggressive type, the kind that would grab a girl from behind and shove his hardon right up against her, letting her know that he was admiring her and that his body was hot for her. But Tim wasn’t that kind of guy, and she knew that. Besides, she was having way too much fun teasing him

Finally, Tim snapped. The teasing, the short little skirts, the too tight shirts. He HAD to have her. And something just snapped. He became a totally different person. He’d become sexually aggressive and at first, it frightened him. His girlfriend left him because he had raped her mercilessly in every hole. He felt bad to lose her… but sexually he was hotter than ever. He knew Kaytie would never see it coming. But he had to make a plan. He HAD to rape her and teach her a lesson.

He started searching around on the net. Reading rape fantasy stories to get ideas. Then he came across a story that involved breaking a woman, and making her a sex slave to a mans every will. He nearly came in his pants when he read that idea. And he knew that’s what he wanted Kaytie to be. His to rape, his to abuse, his to dress as he wanted, his to use… a little fuck toy. HIS little fuck toy… He decided he’d approach her aggressively for dinner… if she accepted, he’d take the plan from there

A few weeks later they sat there at dinner together. His house was decorated nicely for her arrival. Some candle light, soft rock music floating through the background, and the smell of his famous cooking. He brought her plate out to her, smiling kindly as he laid it infront of her, pushing her wine glass towards her and telling her to drink. She did, and he smiled even bigger. She didn’t know what was in her drink, or on her food, she was completely oblivious that she was being drugged… It was perfect! After about an hour, she was having trouble staying awake. He watched her take two more drinks and finally she slumped over in her chair.

He picked her up and took her upstairs to "their room." It was a large spare bedroom, in the center was a nice large bed, fitted with links for the cuffs he would tie her up with, and a hoist above the bed. On either side of the bed there were various gags, plugs, and toys that he would definately use on her once she was broken. That is.. if she was good. In a small closet, hidden in the wall of the room there was his favorite "toys." The whips, chains, piercing devices, and other items to inflict total pain upon her. He was determined to break her simply by raping her… but if she needed a little more convincing, those toys would come in handy. He loved the way the whip cracked through the air, and planned on using it a lot.

Laying her on the bed, he slowly stripped the skin tight clothing off of her. God she was incredible!!! Those beautiful pale tits raising off her chest, capped by those rosey red nipples, hard as rocks. He then pulled down her skirt. No panties, what a whore! He saw then that she truthfully was a redhead. Her thick red whisps shaved into the shape of a diamond over her cunt.

"That’ll have to go" he thought. He hated pubic hair, he himself had none. He then stretched her arms above her head, her tits sticking out even farther and jiggling, making his cock stir in his pants. He leaned over and licked at those delicious nipples, biting each of them hard. He then tied her hands to the bed using leather covered metal cuffs. Her repeated the action with her legs, securing them with tighter cuffs. He knew he was going to make her pussy hurt, and she’d want to close her legs, he planned on making her work for it.

When he had finished she was stretched across the mattress, her pubic hair glistening from the wetness on her cunt. He shoved a couple of fingers up inside her. Sure enough, she was soaked. He pulled the fingers out and licked them clean, going to his closet and pulling out a leather belt. Folding it, he smacked it down onto her exposed pussy extremely hard, the belt splitting her lips and landing right on her clit.

"OAAAHHHHOO- OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she was awakened in the most violent of ways. She groggily looked up to him. "What are you doing!?! Tim! Untie me NOW! LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!" Kaytie was screaming at the top of her lungs. Thank god he had sound proofed the room. He had thought of everything.

"Hell no you stupid cunt! Just lay there and shut the fuck up or i’ll smack it again! You’re gonna get raped just like I know you want to. You want to feel my hard cock shoving up in that tiny cunt. And you know what I’m gonna do after i rape your cunt? I’m gonna stick my cock in your other holes too. I’m gonna have you so full of cum you won’t know what to do. And you won’t be able to do anything, because you’re going to be my slave, and you’ll do what I want you to do!" He chuckled as she squirmed and grunted against the restraints.

With an evil look in his eye he brought the belt back down onto her pussy very hard. She screamed, and his cock twitched. He loved those screams, and knew he’d hear more of them. Slowly, he crawled up between her legs, petting her sore pussy. It looked so red and swollen, both from the spanking and from how horny she had gotten. She was struggling, but she loved this!

He slowly pulled down his khaki pants, revealing his huge bulge pressing against his tight boxer briefs. What no one in the office had known was how big Tim really was. He was at least 10 inches long and a good 3 inches wide. He was HUNG! Kaytie looked at his cock, licking her lips, letting her total embarassment be overriden by the site of his beautiful cock. He looked up at her, feeling the heat rising from her pussy. He slammed his hand down onto it again and pulled down and off his boxers and pants. Climbing back up onto the bed, he positioned himself between her legs and she started to beg for him to stop.

"Ohh Tim! You can’t shove that monster into me!!! It won’t fit! You’ll tear me apart! PLEASE NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" He shoved it in, ignoring her pleas, ramming his full length into her, grinning as his balls smacked her ass. "OHHH OHHHH OWWWWWW OHHH GOD OH GOD TAKE IT OUT TIM!!!!!!!!! OH GOD PLEASE!!!! AAAAHHHH" He began to fuck her mercilessly just like he had raped his girlfriend weeks before. Her pussy was tight as a glove, he looked down and began flicking her clit as he thrust deep into her.

"Ohh yah you cunt, you like this dont you? I know this is what you’ve wanted. You’ve wanted my nice hard cock ramming up inside you. Just imagine how much fun it’s gonna be when i rape you up the ass! You’re going to be my sex slave Kaytie. I’m going to do this to you every night!!!!"

She whimpered and struggled, occasionally screaming as his cock shoved up against her cervix. Her thrashing just turned him on more. He reached over to the table next to the bed and grabbed three alligator clips. She looked up at him, shaking her head and screaming as he placed the first one on her still hard nipple. It bit in, tearing at her precious flesh. Just to get his point across he yanked on it, loving the way it made her pussy clamp even tighter. He then applied the second clamp, taking the chain attaching them and hooking it up to the hoist above their head. He hit the button and watched as her tits started to stretch away from her body. Her blood curdling screams and the look on her face were almost too much for him, but he controlled himself, waiting for the next trick he had in his bag.

He took the third clip, and got a second smaller clip. He took the both of them and at the same time attached them to her clit. The clamping of her pussy was intense. He wanted to shoot his load right then and there, but he held back, attaching the chain to the hoist and listening to her beg. As he hit the button her nipples stretched even farther from her chest and her clit began to rise from her body. The clenching in her pussy was so much that he couldn’t stand it, he shot his load deep inside of her. Making her cry out in shame. He smiled at her, flicking at her nipples and clit as he pumped her full of cum. he pulled out of her slowly, making sure he kept some cum in his cock, he lifted up and shot a bit on her clit then brought his cock up to her face, covering it in their combined juices and his sticky cum. He looked down into her pain stricken eyes, watching her chest heaving as she tried to control her breath and her movements.

"I came in you Kaytie, and i know you’re not on the pill. You know what that means? You’ll be my pregnant little slut! A pregnant sex slave… how does that sound Kaytie? Hmm?" She looked up at him and spit at him. He pushed the button and the clamps literally lifted her off the bed, causing her screams to become even louder. "Ohh you think you’re gonna be screaming now?" He chuckled "Just you wait.. I think i need to shove something in that noisey mouth of yours. I like your whimpers, but not those nasty screams." He grabbed a gag from the side of the bed and shoved it in her mouth, listening to her delicous protests. He disconnected the clamps, rubbing her most private parts and bringing the blood flow back to them, making her scream even louder.

He put a loop of fabric around her waist and used the hoist to lift her body up so he could access her tiny puckered asshole. He looked at it, sliding a finger across it. He knew he didn’t want to stretch it with his fingers too much.. he wanted to make it as painful as possible. He slid up and put his cock at her ass. it was already lubed thanks to the cum still dripping from her gaping hole. With one thrust he shoved three inches deep inside of her. He felt her rip and he heard her muffled screams. And it just made him harder. He shoved in and out of her ass over and over, raping her with the full length of his monster cock. Finally, when he couldn’t stand it anymore, he came, shooting his hot spunk all over the inside of her abused puckering hole. As he pulled out the cum slowly dripped after his cock, her hole so stretched he put two fingers inside and still had plenty of room to move them around. He looked at her and smiled, walking up to her and smacking her face with his still hard cock. Pulling out the gag, he looked to see if it had worked yet.

"Kaytie, have you had enough? Will you be my little fuck toy? Or do you need more convincing? Hmm? Do you wanna be my little whore forever?" She looked up at him and nodded. "I… I… I’ll be yours Tim, just please, don’t rape me anymore… I’ll be your little whore, i promise… just no more sex tonight, please." He laughed at her. "Foolish girl, you’re mine now. *I* decide when we want to have sex… you have no choice… now open up, my cock needs cleaned!" He shoved the full length of his cock into her mouth, His ball hit her chin as he felt his cock sliding deep in her throat. He fucked her throat rapidly. Her eyes welled with tears, her face turning blue from the lack of oxygen. He never let his cock leave her throat. Eventually, she started breathing through her nose and began to suck him. He looked down at her evilly, reaching to her face and smacking her hard before plugging her nose. With no air she began to struggle violently. Her struggles only encouraged him to fuck her face harder. Eventually she passed out. He came in her still convulsing throat a few seconds later, she woke up, choking on his cum. She swallowed every drop.

From that day, Kaytie and Tim were together. They were married last month and enjoy a fairly normal lifestyle on the outside. He’s changed the way she dresses, and she talks to no other men at work. But when they get into the house, it’s a total different story.

Hi I’m Bonnie, 22, single (kinda engaged ) Adelaide, South Australia. I don’t want to be raped but…. I need more from life my guy can provide. I want to have sex on the beach, in a forest, on a football oval. ( no, not while the game is in progress.), be tied up, be forced to go out in public without underwear. and I have fantasies…… Reading stories on sites like this make me wet, I imagine me being raped, being forced to do things…im submissive for the right man, my lover forcing me to have sex with another man or other men is my biggest turn on…. so my fantasy… The Stag Party…..

Its the all male stag party and I stress it is a fantasy, I would die if it ever really happened. I am taken there by you my lover, I am very much in love with you and will do anything to please you. I don’t know all the details but I know that you are in debt to some guys at the club. They are holding an all male night. Im the special guest but I dont know that yet. You don’t say much to me but only that you love me totally and whatever happens you will continue to love me. I know that so I trust you, I am yours.

You lead me into the room. It is full of men. I am a little surprised to see that there are no other girls present. Now I know why I am here.

You take me to the middle of the room. I am wearing a full length red dress, white transparent bikini panties, matching see through bras and sandals.

I am offered a drink. Very little is said or needs to be said. Men surround us. I drink the alcohol quickly, it settles my nerves a little but outwardly I show no emotion. I just look down, not making eye contact with any man, I know what they expect of me. You hold my arms to my sides, you know I will not try to run but I have to be seen as being restrained.

You nod to one man, he steps forward and lifts my dress above my waist. The guys cheer and clap, I remain still, emotionless, but I know that my slit is visible to their eyes through the thin material of my panties. I have no pubic hair, you shaved me totally just prior to coming here. The man allows my dress to fall back in place.

You invite guys to come to me individually to remove my clothing. The first 2 simply remove my sandals but the third is allowed to remove my panties from under my dress. His hands linger for just a minute on my sex and then he holds my panties aloft as if there were his trophy. The next invited man unzips the back of my dress and pulls my arms from my sleeves allowing the top of the dress to fall to my waist. My nipples show hard and proud through my body hugging bra. Then another unhooks my bra and throws it into the crowd of men. He squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples. It hurts and I wince, but I am also feeling something else : arousal. Outwardly I show no sign of emotion but the familiar feeling of moisture wells up in my womb and lubricates my pussy lips. The dress falls to the floor, I step out of it, I am naked. You hold my hand, your touch is my lifeline. You are in complete control, I submit to your will. You kiss me, I return the kiss, your tongue on mine, my body melts into you. You caress my breasts, my back, my ass and then your hand feels between my legs. You know now that I am wet, I am ready.

You desire me to go to my knees and open my mouth to receive just one guy that you select. He uses my mouth to the cheers of all the men, he orgasms quickly, I cannot swallow it all, as he withdraws his cum trickles from my mouth and onto my breasts. I still look down, not even looking at the man I have just serviced.

You then lay me down and allow one selected guy to come to me. He opens my legs and looks closely at my waiting vagina. He caresses my inner thighs moving his fingers to my bald slit. He inserts, one, two, three fingers deep into me, I recoil ininally from the intrusion but as I lubricate more my body relaxes. He then places his member at my entrance and pushes forward, filling me to the hilt. As he fucks me you whisper in my ear how much you love me. I look into your eyes oblivious to all the other guys in the room. I remain motionless as I am fucked until you notice a slight movement of my hips which gradually rise to meet the thrusting of the man between my legs. My eyes close for a few seconds then look back into yours. My breathing becomes laboured. A soft moan comes from my lips, almost inaudible, only you can hear it. You kiss me, a deep passionate kiss, I suck your tongue into my mouth, just as my cunt is sucking a strangers cock into my womb. I am in heaven.

He cums and withdraws. I feel empty. You motion other men to come close and you take my wrists and hold my arms above my head. I feel hands on my breasts, my cunt, my ass. My legs are spread wide and I know many eyes are inspecting my most intimate places. Still I look into your eyes.

You do not touch me sexually at all, I am there only as a sex aid for the other guys.

When it is over you take me back to our private room and I give myself completely to you. You know I orgasmic whilst I was being fucked but that was an involuntary reaction by my body. You will now enjoy my emotional and physical orgasms as you take your pleasure, in turns, at every opening in my willing body.

Fuck me now, please.

This short rape story was written by Bonnie.

by Kallie

Bondage and forced sex fantasies have always been a turn on for me–maybe because I was raped as a girl, maybe it’s my way of negating what happened to me. I try not to think too much about it, I just roll with it. Luckily, my husband enjoys helping me act out these fantasies. Our sex life was active and very satisfying. That all changed last week.

It was my idea—stupid me. I suggested an abduction scenario. I was vague, wanted him to surprise me. I suggested bondage, some light smacking and pinching, and role playing, with him using a dildo to simulate a second rapist (and even third–gang rape has always turned me on) while he was either in my mouth or ass. He was willing, though he repeated his mantra–"I won’t really hurt you, if you want me to stop, use my name, I’ll stop." I agreed, knowing that he meant it, knowing he would never actually hurt me.

Then I waited. The anticipation was maddening, not knowing when or how he would "abduct" me, where he would take me, what he would do to me. I took to wearing seductive clothing, garter belts, stockings, push up bras and thong panties, knowing these things would add to the experience. I asked him once when he planned to "kidnap" me, but just smiled and said, "When you least expect it . . . "

Being "abducted" was the last thing on my mind Christmas morning. I was on call at the emergency room—I’m a physician, you see. The emergency call had come in at 9 pm, just as my husband and I were finishing dinner at La Caille. I drove to the ER, he took a cab home. I didn’t have time to change, so I was still wearing my dinner gown and under-dress pretties. Leaving the ER, I was tired, distracted. As I struggled with my keys, a hand clapped over my mouth, and another pinned my arms behind my back. "Oh, shit, NOW?" I thought, but then decided now was as good a time as any, and began to play my part—thrashing, fighting, but not TOO hard. Dragged backwards toward a black van, I mentally congratulated my dear husband for his careful planning. The van was perfect! Dragging me inside, he slammed the door behind us, threw me to the floor. A little rougher than his usual wont, but I liked it. Ski mask, leather jacket–oh, he had really gone all out for me this time! I skittered backwards across the van floor, determined to play my part to the hilt. He lunged at me, twisted me face down, and began binding my arms, elbows to wrists, with some exotic leather restraint. Again, I smiled inside—he’d really gone through some effort for me! Sure, it hurt a bit, but it was a delicious hurt. I felt myself getting wet. This was going to be wonderful! Legs caught and manacled, chained together, hobbled. Oh, yes.

He grabbed my hair, jerked my head back. This wasn’t so wonderful—he was jamming a cock gag in my mouth, and I hate being gagged, and was doubly insulted by the large dick shape being shoved into my face. I began to protest, but the cock sank deep into my mouth, and I was stilled. I looked up angrily, and a leather hood was yanked over my head—the last thing I saw were the angry brown eyes burning into me from behind the ski mask.

My husband’s eyes are blue.

Oh, my God. Who was this? Where was my husband? No, would he ask a friend to carry out the abduction? Would he? No, he wouldn’t. Oh, sweet Jesus, I had just given myself to a stranger, a sicko, a rapist, maybe a killer! I began to struggle in earnest, but I was bound tight, no escape. I began screaming behind the cock gag, thrashing madly against my bonds. The man laughed, "What’s wrong, whore? You wanted it just a minute ago, I could see it in your eyes. Too late to change your mind now." A chain was roughly drawn around my throat, and I was secured, face down, to the floor of the van.

The drive was endless, silent. I struggled, trying to free my hands, trying to extricate myself from this horrible situation. The van finally stopped, and I was roughly dragged from it, across a lot, into a building. I struggled, squirmed, tried to scream around the gag. No one heard me. Once inside, I was dragged down stairs. A heavy door slammed shut and was bolted behind us—by someone else. And then voices, raucous laughter. Many men. Dear God, please help me!

Dropped on the floor, on my knees, it began. Hands roaming my body as I flinched, tried to dodge. My dress torn open, revealing my large (36D) breasts in the sleazy bra I’d worn just for this—or my fantasy of this—occasion. Rough hands squeezing, pinching, mouths biting, sucking. My dress hiked up, hands probing my thighs, yanking my panties to the side and grinding against my pussy, as though their cruel ministrations could arouse me.

"Cunt’s wet," one of them observed, laughing, "she really is a whore."

Dragged to a mattress on the floor, my legs were un hobbled, then attached to a thick metal bar—stretched wide, leaving me wide open. I kicked wildly as they bound me, but in vain–there were too many of them, grabbing, forcing. I lay on my back, helpless, open to them, hands secured behind my back, pussy in plain site with my panties pulled aside. I heard zippers, pants being pulled down, and began writhing wildly, hoping against hope that something would give, some bit of leather or chain would break. The men laughed, joked about how ready I obviously was.

"Who’s up first?" a harsh voice asked.

"How’s about we draw cards for it?"

A grunt of assent, the sound of cards being shuffled. A shout of victory, then the mattress sinking as he climbed between my trembling thighs. I tried to pull my legs up, to gain purchase so I could scoot away, but his feet held the bar down, trapping me. He ran his hands roughly up my legs, my black lace stockings. kneading, squeezing, pinching his way up, he hooked his fingers under my panties and tore them down, leaving them hanging at my knees. My skin recoiled, jumped at his touch, and began screaming anew behind the cruel cock gag.

Relentless, his fingers parted my pussy lips, ground in, first rubbing me harshly, then plunging into me. I was still wet, and was ashamed. My hips jerked frantically, trying to escape his calloused finger thrusting into me. He laughed, pulled his hand away. Then the head of his cock, rubbing my clit, leaving a hot trail of precum. Then pushing, forcing its way into me as I bucked frantically. He was huge, bigger than any I’d ever had, ever imagined. I was being torn apart, and my body lunged, writhed in helpless agony. Then the thrusting—cruel slamming into my quivering pussy, driving me down into the mattress, forcing cries of pain from my gagged mouth. His hands secured my hips, forced me back toward him with each thrust. His groaning became deafening as he approached climax, his thrusts became frenzied, animal like as his already huge cock swelled, began to twitch wildly inside me. And then his cum-thick, hot, filling me in wave after wave. I screamed again, revolted by the knowledge that his semen was inside me, seeking. It was the 14th day of my cycle, and I wasn’t on the pill. I have always been fertile. I felt his sticky spunk working into me, into my womb, and knew that, if he had his way, I would have his child inside me. Please, God, no.

And then the next, pulling the bar binding my ankles back, pushing until the bar was against my breasts, my knees driven into the mattress by my sides. My pussy was fully exposed, forced up into the air, awaiting his attack. I could feel my lips twitching, the cum from the first slowly trickling out, across my asshole. And then he was in me, pumping, slamming, his throbbing cock filling me, his strokes hard and long, pulling almost out, then driving into me again, slamming my cervix, cramping my belly with their force. He went forever, it seemed, and my legs screamed for release. His balls slapping my ass, his hips bruising my thighs. He came with a shout, his slimy cum mixing with that of the first, competing for my ripe eggs. I was sobbing now—there would be no escape, no refuge. I was to be raped over and over, used terribly, impregnated. I knew this, and the fight went out of me.

Then came a hand in my hair, jerking my head to the side—the gag removed, and a hot, stinking cock pushing mercilessly against my lips, parting them, pressing on my teeth. I tried to pull away, but the hand in my hair held my head immobile. "Suck it, bitch." a low voice growled, "fucking suck me dry." I clenched my teeth, refusing. Another hand pinched my nipple hard, twisting viciously. I opened my mouth to scream, and he had his opportunity–his huge cock drove into my mouth in a second, slamming the back of my throat, gagging me. He pulled back slightly, and I drew a ragged breath around his giant tool. He drove back in, relentless now, pushing, pushing until I thought I would vomit. And then something gave, and he was in my throat, stretching it wide, cutting off my air even as another gigantic dick began plundering my reddening, sore pussy.

One down my throat, one in my pussy, both thrusting madly, pinning me, swelling inside me. Dear God, I had fantasized about this! I had masturbated to it so many times, had actually hoped, secretly, that it would happen. Oh, how could I have been so stupid? I hated myself, cried silently as I struggled for air, as their cocks slammed into my mouth, my pussy.

The swollen tool in my mouth began to twitch, jerk in my throat, and I knew. Knew he was going to fill my belly with his foul spunk. I tried to beg, shout for him to please not do it, don’t cum in my mouth! But all I could manage was a choked, "GGMMMMMPH!" as the hot spew began filling my mouth, my throat, sours, horrible. He kept fucking my face, forcing himself so deep that I had no choice but to swallow. I swallowed again and again as wave after wave of cum splashed into my mouth. I felt it making it’s hot way to my stomach, coating me. My struggles, my writhing was too much for the rapist in my pussy—he yelled joyously, his cock jumping inside me, then exploding, filling me with his semen. More cum inside me, impregnating me.

They pulled out, laughing as they called for the next up. My tired mind cried out, wondering how many there could be? I was turned onto my belly, and I knew. Oh, sweet Lord, not my ass, please, not my ass! My husband had tried once—gently, slowly, but it had been agonizing. I found the strength to struggle anew, but this just aroused them more. I began to scream, only to have a new cock jammed between my aching jaws. And then the pressure on my anus, the pushing, tearing into my dry ass. My cheeks contracted, my hips bucked wildly, helping to force him all the way in. How big? 8 inches? 10? And thick, thick as my wrist, he had to be. He buried his throbbing tool in my ass, all the way to the hilt, his matted pubic hairs touching my cheeks. I screamed, grunted in agony around the cock in my mouth as the man in my ass began thrusting viciously, tearing me open, grabbing my hips and rocking me back on his giant dick.

The cock in my mouth pulled out without cumming, and I drew a harsh breath, my mind thinking maybe, just maybe, it was almost over. But then I was being pulled backward, on top of the man in my ass, so I was laying on his chest. And then another cock, poking, seeking, driving into my pussy. Oh, dear God, double fucked! I had dreamed of this, too! Hoped for it, wished it. Oh, how I hated myself. It was agonizing, being buffeted between the two, one thrusting while the other pulled out, the thin membrane between the two straining. I drew a sharp breath, but before I could scream, my head was yanked to the side and that dick, still slick with my saliva, was jammed back into my mouth, my throat. Choking, gagging, my body triple fucked now, my back arching in pain as I was torn asunder, raped completely. Or so I thought.

Mattress sinking, a man mounting my belly, my chest. My bra being torn open, and rough hands pinching and squeezing, forcing my breasts together around his distended dick. Tit fucked. Four men, FOUR on me at once, each thrusting, slamming, using my body for their satisfaction. I groaned, muffled by the cock that was choking me, forcing my throat open. The one in my ass came first, his plunging becoming wild, devastating, and his cock twitching as it spewed forth his hot load into my puckering, bleeding asshole. I felt it, burning, spreading up into my bowels. Then the man in my mouth, even as a new cock pressed against my twitching asshole, flooding my mouth with his seed, continuing to thrust, to gag me until he was empty, every drop in my mouth, speeding toward my belly. And then a new one, oh, Jesus, how many were there? My mind began to wander—they would fuck me to death, I knew that now. And I was helpless to stop them. I had dreamed of this, prayed for it, even, and now I would die in agony getting my wish. I passed out, sure I would never awaken.

But I did. Draped over a low brick wall in Harlem, still tied, a line of black men waiting on theirs turn. Black cock in my pussy, black cock in my mouth. The stink of cum filling my nose. Cold air on my body as they slammed me back and forth between them. Hours. Man after man, lifting me with their thrusts. And someone taking money? Yes, like a carnival barker, calling out his price for me, haggling. My thighs, my chin rivers of cum. And then the siren.

So here I am, husband gone–he left me. It wasn’t the rape that drove him away, it was the baby growing inside me. Not his. Whose? One of a dozen, a hundred? Who knows? Every time it moves, I feel them violating me. Every time I open my mouth to eat, I feel a cock pressing into my mouth and gag. Every time I close my eyes, I feel them slamming into me, tearing me, coating me in their hot spunk. Their cum. Inside me. In my womb. Impregnating me. And I wanted it, I thought I wanted it. I was wrong, but it’s too late now. God help me. And this baby their hatred, their rape of me, put inside me.

Evening Since the rape I have hibernated. Took the phone off the hook and slept most of the time. After those animals left I took a long, long, long shower, I just sat on the shower floor and let the water flow over me. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. They have given me a deadline and its halfway to Saturday already. I will ring Matt. I just can’t yet I will later today.

Thursday 19 September 2002
Morning I spoke with Matt. It was difficult. I cried a lot. He’s coming over here soon. I’m just resigned to the fact that I’ve got to go through with this.

Night. Matt’s been and gone. He wanted to stay all night with me but I still need to be alone. He didn’t try to make love which is good as I’m not ready yet, but I do need somebody to hug me. He simply held my hands as he talked to me. I realize now that this is as bad for him as it is for me. He was bashed severely, his nose is broken and he has two black eyes. I’m not marked at all, despite what I went through, they obviously didn’t want to damage the merchandise. Matt was trapped into this, he tells me he was forced and I really do believe him. He also tells me he truly loves me. I hope that is true because I still care very much for him. But, we are in grave danger if we don’t go through with it, I am sure that they will carry out their threats.

I am told that the corporate boss who ordered it is named Leroy and he always gets what he wants. So that’s it, I have to submit to intimate photographs to be taken of my body, plus ones of me having sex and to top it all a video is to be taken of the entire session. Matt tells me a package will arrive for me tomorrow with directions.

Friday 20 September 2002.

The package arrived. Its typewritten and unsigned. It carries a set of instructions.

I am to go to a certain warehouse tomorrow at 2pm which has been prepared for the event. I am to wear a light sun dress with spaghetti straps, bikini panties and sandals. No bras or hose. I am to also take a nightdress. I am to make up my eyes with heavy shadow, rouge on my cheeks and put on bright red lipstick. I am to completely save off all of my pubic hair. OH GOD, I CANT GO THROUGH WITH THIS…….. I am advised that when I reach the warehouse, there will be several men present. They will be the photographer ( MATT I GUESS), A lighting technician, A video camera operator, My sex partner ( TERRY ?) and the director. I am told that I am not to acknowledge any of the men but to go and sit on a bed which will be positioned in the middle of the floor and wait for instructions from the director. There are also two tablets in the envelope which I am told to take just before I leave for the warehouse. It says they are to calm my nerves.

I feel sick.

But I have to go through with it.

Saturday 21 September 2002 1.30 pm.

Well I’m prepared and ready to go.

Matt rang to make sure that I will be there.

I’ll be there.

God I look like a tart !!! Heavy make up is not my style. But I do like the look of myself in the mirror, if the circumstances were different I would look and feel hot. My sundress is white and almost shear. It is low cut, my breast cleavage is very obvious, my nipples poke through the thin material, not only nipples, my areola’s are also visible if you look closely. The outline of my pink bikini panties is also visible. My ass looks particularly shapely in this dress, the twin globes of each cheek straining against the tight material. Even my pubic mound, my mound of venus, is protruding as the material is taut across my flat stomach.

I have shaved my pubic hair off several times before, but it was always for a lover, not for Leroy, who is sitting in his office at the head of the fashion house, pulling the strings making this happen. Oh well very soon he will be viewing my bald beaver and there is not a thing I can do about it.

I have just taken the pills that they supplied for me and I have called for a taxicab to take me to the warehouse.

My Diary Part 7

I have just woken up, alone, naked, in my own bed.

My recollections of parts of yesterday afternoon are hazy but I’m going to recount as closely as I can exactly what happened.

As I was in the taxi heading for the warehouse I did begin to feel relaxed. Those tablets seemed to be having an effect. No, not just relaxed, I was actually beginning to feel horny.

Horny? I was being driven to a place where I was voluntarily going to let a man rape me and to expose my body for god knows how many eyes.

As I was thinking this I suddenly realized that my hand was under my dress, a finger was under my panties and embedded deep in my wet cunt.

Wet? How can this be?…I don’t want this to happen, but my own finger felt so good there.

I suddenly realized that the taxi driver was watching me intently in his rear mirror. Just as well we had arrived at the warehouse at that time. I still don’t know why I did this….but I removed my finger from my panties and offered it to the taxi driver. He smiled and sucked it dry. I smiled back, kissed him and got out of the cab.

I actually felt sexy as I walked to the warehouse door. I don’t know what the tablets were that they gave me but they were taking over control of my sexual feelings.

I walked into the room and as advised to me there were five men waiting. I said not a word but walked directly to the bed as instructed, making sure that my ass was swaying and my tits were held high and proud. The way I felt right then was that I could take them all on and then ask for more.

I sat on the bed and looked at each of the men in turn, directly into their eyes.

Matt, poor Matt was there with his camera. He smiled weakly at me but he looked sad.

The man with the video camera looked like a little weasel, he looked back at me with lust written all over his face. The camera seemed to be running already.

The lighting technician I recognized, he had done a lot of similar work at the fashion shows I modeled for. He had often arranged scenery and put up stage lights for all of us girls. He was always friendly to me. Today he was going to see me naked. He could not bring his eyes to meet mine.

The fourth man was tall and very well built. He smiled at me and let out a low whistle. I assumed he was to be my “lover”. Terry was nowhere to be seen. I briefly felt disappointed as he had watched me in a very intimate session with Matt previously. The more I looked at my chosen lover the more I felt that I could enjoy sex with him. Moisture dribbled from my cunt lips, damn, those tablets had done their trick because all I really wanted to do was FUCK. I was going to give this guy one helluva ride.

Then I looked at the ‘director” and my heart skipped a beat, he was one of the bikes who had raped me. He looked back at me, expressionless.

“:Bonnie “ he said, “ we are all here to do a job, so the more cooperation that we get from everybody, the easier it will be for all of us. I expect you to follow my instructions without question and immediately do as I say”.

He walked towards me as he was speaking. He stood before me and cupped my breast, kissing me at the same time. This was the animal that participated in a vicious rape of me less than a week ago and I found myself opening my mouth to suck in his tongue. My mind told me I was being raped again but the drugs they had given me made me a willing participant.

“Now stand with your legs apart.” I stood and obliged.

The director lifted my dress, slid his hand down my panties and inserted a finger deep inside of me. It did not hurt at all, in fact it felt wonderful, I was so moist.

“Good” he said as he placed his finger to my lips. It was my turn to taste my own juice as I sucked his finger dry. It tasted delicious. “Commence” he said as he stood back. Matt with the still camera and the weasel with the video camera approached me and for the next hour I posed in every possible position.

On instructions from the director I stood and lifted my dress, revealing panties, I knelt on the bed leaning forward so that my breasts almost popped out of the dress, I removed my panties, I removed my dress, I covered by breasts and vagina with my hands, I offered by breasts to the camera, I spread my legs, I lifted my hips, I rolled over onto my front and spread again offering my other secret hole.

The lighting technician was busy, making sure that the cameras caught the right degree of illumination, my “lover” came close to watch, I could see that he already had a huge bulge in his pants. I smiled at him and blew him a kiss, after my lewd display I needed a good hard man between my legs.

The director called a halt. I was told to put on my short nightdress, a little black silk favourite of mine, about mid thigh in length, with slits up the sides to the waist, with see through lace across my breasts. I did not put my panties back on.

The six of us sat on 2 lounges adjacent to the bed, I was given alcohol, I needed a drink, my mouth was dry. I was also given two more tablets.

From the angles we were sitting on the lounges my thighs were fully visible and the weasel sitting opposite me had a direct view between my legs. His eyes did not leave my crotch, even when he was talking to me, he was usually making a crude comment anyway.

All the guys were in a buoyant mood, telling me how hot I looked, except for Matt who said very little and actually looked miserable.

The way I felt right then was too bad !! This was my show, I’m the star I will show them how well I can fuck.

And that was just what we were about to do, my “lover” took me by the hand and said are you ready Bonnie?

He walked me to the bed, I felt sexy, horny, desirable and in complete control.

How wrong I was.

My Diary Part 8
Sunday September 22 2002 …..continued

My “lover” finally introduced himself as Paul.

He led me by the hand to the bed . He slid my nightdress up to my neck kissed my breasts and worked his way over my stomach to delve his face between my open legs.

Mr. weasel had the video camera up very close, taking in all the action as Paul’s tongue teased my already engorged clit out of its hooded shelter. The tablets I had been given, together with Paul’s expert administrations had taken me to another level and I began to moan and squirm in utmost pleasure. I held my hips up to Paul’s mouth, begging him to devour me, his teeth biting, his tongue probing, his lips sucking, my cunt gushing copious quantities of love juice over his mouth and chin.

Matt also stood close with his still camera, wait that’s not Matt, where is Matt?

I cried out in release of my orgasm, reaching forward to hold Paul’s head to me, grinding my fully awoken cunt into his face.

I fell back down, weak after cum, Paul straddled me, right over my body, and for the first time I could see, hovering over my breasts, his beautiful cock. Beautiful it was, I have never seen one so sleek and long, it was so hard, so erect, I have caused this to become erect I thought with pride. He glided it over my body to my face.

As I opened my lips to receive him I could see out of the corner of my eye three men struggling, Matt was in the middle and they were dragging him to the door. “Stop Bonnie” he was crying or something like that.

Paul’s beautiful cock was probing my mouth, I held his balls in my hands and gently squeezed them then I kissed and licked the entire length of his shaft, down to his scrotum and attempted to place his balls between my lips, but it was impossible, he was just too big.

He repositioned himself and started fucking my mouth once more, you know when I’m relaxed and feeling good I can take it deep, his tip was approaching my throat with every thrust, I just needed to adjust my breathing pattern to remain comfortable.

To be honest I was beginning to feel a little light headed. My brain was becoming fuzzy.

Why was Matt fighting with those two men?

Paul withdrew from my mouth. I would have gladly taken his cum but he now wants to fuck me. Good I love to be fucked. Matt fucks me so well, he makes me cum so easily. His prick slid past my cunt lips and started a wonderful thrusting motion. I really love Matt’s cock…no not Matt….Paul’s cock….where is Matt?

His hand was rubbing my clit as he rode me. My breathing was becoming faster and faster and I let loose screams and moans as I came. My eyes closed and I was transported to a sunny meadow where Matt and I were joined together as one, my vagina was swallowing his cock, always to have it deep inside of me…….

FUCK ME MATT, I LOVE YOU SO, MY CUNT IS YOURS FOREVER………

Matt? My eyes opened. I cant see Matt. I can only see Paul’s grinning face above me as he continues to push his cock into me and I continue to fuck him back.

So good, it feels so good……

My mind is clearing. I want Matt. He needs me. He was bashed. I must look after him.

My clit is insatiable. It controls me. I need this cock deep inside my womb, my cunt was now so wet it was running a river.

Paul was now pulling his full length out of me and ramming it all the way home, each time hitting pleasure points deep inside my body. Every time Paul withdrew my own cum squirted out, even my thighs were becoming wet. Paul? No I want Matt. I don’t want Paul to fuck me, I want Matt. I called out his name. Not in passion, all of a sudden the passion was leaving me, I called for Matt because I needed him.

I needed him to take me away from here. I started to struggle. Paul’s hands grabbed my wrists and held my arms outstretched and increased his rate of thrusting.

The feeling of him increasing his tempo was so wonderful, I could feel his huge balls banging on my ass…but…..but…..this is not right, I want it to stop.

I started bucking my hips, not in tandem with his movements but to try do dislodge him but to no avail. I started screaming for Matt, I don’t want this anymore.

He started to spurt, I could feel it hitting my pussy walls, feel it filling me and washing over my cervix.

My god, he’s not wearing a condom.

I started to cry, to plead, I didn’t want him to loose in me. I was screaming for help. How could I have done this? My brain was so clouded.

Suddenly somebody had hold of my arm, they were rubbing it. A syringe appeared and the needle point was pressed into my arm, deposing an unknown fluid into my veins.

Immediately I found peace. In a dream state I could feel Paul’s cum leaking out of my open pussy lips. Hands turned me over to lay on my stomach. My head was laying over the edge of the bed. Weasel was there. Next to my mouth. His penis was in his hands. I automatically opened my mouth for him.

Unknown hands spread my ass cheeks. I could feel a body laying over me. A mixture of Paul’s and my own cum was being transferred by someone’s fingers from my cunt to my asshole. A hard cock pressed against the resistance at that place. I could then feel it slide right in. It didn’t hurt a bit. Nothing hurt. No sensations.

I fell asleep and dreamt of Matt loving me, he was loving me in every way possible. I had willingly surrendered every part of me to him, every entrance to my body was his to take. Somehow in my dream he was using my pussy, my ass and my mouth at the same time. I was his and his alone, held safe in his arms to be happy with him for the rest of my life.

But I have just woken up now and its not a dream. I had to put this in my diary before it all faded.

I don’t know how I got home, who showered me or who put naked in my own bed.

I hear noises in the kitchen . It must be Matt. I will go and join him.

I have just been told to finish my diary entry.

It was not Matt. It was “The director” and another bikie. They brought me breakfast. And an orange juice. And 2 more tablets.

My Diary Final Entry

by Bonnie

Saturday October 12 2002

The guys have allowed me to make an entry in my diary this one final time.

It is now two weeks since The Rebels Motor Cycle Club came to own me.

No, perhaps “own” is too strong a word, I guess I’m just dependant on them. Dependant totally, utterly, completely on a syringe every morning of precious life giving fluid that gets me through each and every day. Dependant also on two tablets twice daily that make me feel so good. So good…..I do feel so good…..I love it….I need it…..Now I’m letting my mind wander……and my fingers wander….I better get back to this diary entry.

IT WAS THE DAY AFTER MY WAREHOUSE DISPLAY THAT THE REALISATION CAME TO ME THAT I WAS NOW UNDER THE COMPLETE CONTROL OF THE REBELS. MY “DIRECTOR” FROM THE PREVIOUS DAY WAS IN MY APARTMENT THE NEXT MORNING WHEN I AWOKE FROM MY DRUG INDUCED SLEEP.

HIS NAME IS COBRA AND IM FRIGHTENED OF HIM. HE’S BIG, BIGGER THAN I REALIZED WHEN HE RAPED ME WITH HIS TWO MATES. HE STANDS 6.4, HE IS BROAD AND MUSCULAR.

WHEN HE BROUGHT ME SOME BREAKFAST THAT MORNING HE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING BUT HE DID PLACE TWO TABLETS IN MY MOUTH AND WASHED THEM DOWN WITH ORANGE JUICE. I SAT UP IN BED TO ACCEPT MY BREAKFAST TRAY, REALIZING I WAS NAKED BUT NOT BOTHERING TO EVEN USE THE BED SHEET TO COVER MY EXPOSED BREASTS. LITTLE POINT IN DOING THAT HE HAD SEEN IT ALL YESTERDAY, ANYWAY I SUSPECT HE SHOWERED ME AND PLACED ME NAKED IN MY OWN BED THE PREVIOUS NIGHT.

HE THEN LEFT ME ALONE IN BED AND WENT BACK TO MY LOUNGE WHERE ANOTHER MAN CLAD IN LEATHERS WAITED. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE TABLETS ARE BUT THEIR EFFECT IS ALMOST IMMEDIATE, MY VAGINA SEEMED TO HAVE A MIND OF ITS OWN, I COULD NOT HELP BUT TO SIMPLY LAY BACK AND FINGER MYSELF TO A LOVELY ORGASM.

THEY MUST HAVE HEARD MY MOANS, I TRIED WITHOUT SUCCESS TO REMAIN QUIET, FOR AS SOON AS I HAD CUM BOTH MEN ENTERED THE ROOM. AGAIN COBRA REMAINED SILENT HE JUST UNDRESSED AND THEN PULLED THE BED SHEET FROM ME. I COULD SEE NO POINT IN RESISTING, NEITHER DID I WANT TO, I WATCHED HIS PENIS HARDENING AS HE WATCHED ME OPEN MY LEGS AND PLACE MY ARMS ABOVE MY HEAD IN A TOTALLY SUBMISSIVE POSE FOR HIM.

HIS COCK IS AS BIG AND MUSCULAR AS HE IS, WHEN HE FIRST RAPED ME IN THE DARKNESS I DID NOT APPRECIATE ITS SIZE AND WIDTH, I ONLY KNEW HE HURT ME VERY MUCH AS I WAS SO DRY.

NOT DRY ANYMORE, MY CUNT NOW SEEMS ALWAYS MOIST AND READY TO ACCEPT WHATEVER COMES ITS WAY. THIS TIME, NO PAIN, JUST EXTACY. COBRA TEASED ME BY RUBBING IT UP AND DOWN MY SLIT, COATING ITS LARGE HEAD WITH MY FLUIDS, PRESSING AGAINST MY OPENING WHILST I WAS LIFTING MY HIPS TO ACCOMMODATE HIM. FINALLY I SAID IN A VOICE THAT I HARDLY RECOGNIZED AS MINE “FUCK ME” IT WAS MORE OF A GROWL THAN WORDS.

HE SLID IN AND RODE ME TO HEAVEN. I MOANED, I SHREIKED, I CRIED, I CAME AND I CAME AND I CAME.

TOO SOON IT WAS OVER, HE WITHDREW, HIS FRIEND ROLLED ME OVER LIKE A LIMP DOLL ONTO MY STOMACH, RUBBED SOMETHING WET ONTO MY ASS WHICH I ASSUME WAS A COMBINATION OF OUR CUM. HE SPREAD MY CHEEKS AND PRESSED HIS COCK INTO MY ANUS AND STARTED TO ASS FUCK ME. IT HURT A LITTLE BUT I DIDN’T CARE, YESTERDAY I HAD BEEN ANNALY RAPED BY I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE. I WAS TENDER BUT IT WAS OK. IN MY HORNY STATE I WANTED TO CUM AGAIN BUT THIS FUCK WOULD NOT BRING ME OFF. I SQUEEZED MY FINGERS UNDER ME AND RUBBED MY OWN CLIT TO BRING MYSELF TO ORGASM.

I GUESS IT WAS LIKE RIDING A BUCKING BRONCO FOR HIM WHEN I CUM, I JERKED MY ASS SO MUCH, BUT WHATEVER IT WAS IT MADE HIM CUM TOO AND HE DEPOSITED HIS LOAD DEEP IN MY ASS.

SNAKE INJECTED MY ARM AGAIN WHICH PUT ME IN A DREAM STATE, BOTH GUYS TOOK ME TO THE SHOWER AND WE BATHED TOGETHER, I THINK I GAVE THEM EACH A BLOW JOB KNEELING ON THE SHOWER FLOOR BUT I REALLY CANT REMEMBER IT TOO WELL.

THEY DRESSED ME, NOT BOTHERING WITH UNDERWEAR, PICKED UP SOME PERSONAL BELONGINGS AND THE NEXT THING I KNEW WAS BEING ESCORTED INTO THEIR CLUBROOMS.

I now live at the clubrooms. It’s OK, as with all clubs there is good and bad. Some people respect me, some treat me like dirt. We eat well, I have my own quarters but I’m not allowed to leave the club premises unless in the company of an authorized member.

I usually have to dress in, well lets say its not the type of clothing that I would dare wear in the street. Sometimes I am required to be naked.

MY USUAL MODE OF DRESS IS A SUMMER SUN DRESS, LIGHT MATERIAL, SHOULDER STRAPS AND THIGH LENGTH. OTHER TIMES IT’S A NIGHTDRESS, THEY COLLECTED MY ENTIRE NIGHTDRESS COLLECTION, I HAD TO MODEL ALL OF THEM FOR THE CLUB PRESIDENT AND A FEW OF THE MEMBERS IN HIS QUARTERS. THE PRESIDENT IS A PIG, A GROSS HAIRY MAN WITH A HUGE BEER GUT. HE WATCHED ME TRY ON AND PARADE IN ALL OF MY NIGHTDRESSES AND THEN HE SELECTED THREE FOR ME TO KEEP, THE REST HE ORDERED BURNT. 1. A RED SILK ONE, FULLY SEE THROUGH FROM NECK TO WAIST, KNEE HIGH BUT WITH SIDE SLITS FROM KNEE TO HIPS. 2. A PALE BLUE TOTALLY SEE THROUGH ONE WHICH HAS SUCH A PLUNGING NECKLINE THAT THIN STRIPS HOLD THE MATERIAL JUST ABOVE MY NIPPLES. WHEN I LEAN FORWARD MY BREASTS FALL OUT. THE CROTCH AREA FOLDS TIGHTLY UNDER MT CUNT WITH LITTLE BUTTONS TO UNDO FOR EASY ACCESS. THIS IS THE NIGHTDRESS THAT I USED TO JOKE TO MY LOVERS WOULD FOLD AND FIT INTO AN EMPTY LIPSTICK CONTAINER. 3. A PLAIN COTTON WHITE NIGHTDRESS, NECK TO KNEE. THE PRESIDENT HAS WRITTEN ON IT IN DARK BLACK FABRIC PEN “SLUT” “CUNT” ”WHORE” “COCK SUCKING BITCH”

I AM OF COURSE NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR UNDERWEAR WITH ANY OF THE CLOTHING.

AFTER I HAD TRIED ALL OF MY NIGHTDRESSES ON HE THREW ME ON HIS BED AND FUCKED ME BUTUALLY, CLAWING AT ME PITCHING MY NIPPLES, MAKING ME SCREAM AND CRY IN PAIN, SHOVING HIS PATHETIC LITTLE DICK INTO ME, PUSHING HIS FINGERS, COMPLETE WITH SHARP FINGERNAILS INTO MY ASS.

AS I SAID HE’S A PIG.

WORSE PART IS HE MADE ME CUM, MUCH TO THE DELIGHT OF THE OTHER GUYS WATCHING.

DAMN THOSE FUCKING TABLETS.

I was naked last night in the company of another girl, Sandra, we were required to stand either side of the presidents table whilst a meeting was in progress with delegates from another motor cycle club. They were negotiating territories and other stuff that does not concern me.

The presidents room is a large one, complete with a board table and many pictures on the walls. The pictures are of the girls, there is a large photograph of me having sexual intercourse with a handsome athletic man in a warehouse. From the expression on my face I think I was having an orgasm when the photo was taken. There are several others of me in various poses including one of triple penetration.

Did I mention the other girls? There are four including myself , we all serve much of the same type of functions in the club. There was another girl they tell me the previous month who left suddenly. The following day the guys burnt her clothing and personal belongs. None of the girls know where she went and none of them ask.

After last nights meeting Sandra and I were given to the visiting delegation to use.

SANDRA DOESN’T SAY MUCH, EVEN IN PRIVATE. SHE IS DIFFERENT FROM ME THAT WAY, I AM ALWAYS ASKING QUESTIONS, DRAWING CONCLUSIONS, DISCUSSING THE GUYS IN THE CLUB. THE OTHER GIRLS TELL ME TO SHUT UP. ANYWAY SANDRA IS DIFFERENT FROM ME PHYSICALLY TOO. SHE IS OLDER, MAYBE 28 OR 29. I AM 22. SHE HAS JET BLACK CURLY HAIR, ON HER HEAD AND BETWEEN HER LEGS. I AM BLOND, MEDIUM TO LONG HAIR, TOTALLY BALD BETWEEN MY LEGS. SHE HAS NO TITS TO SPEAK OF BUT HUGE RED NIPPLES. I AM PRETTY WELL ENDOWED, I KNOW THEY WILL SAG LATER BUT RIGHT NOW, FULL RIPE FUN BAGS AS MATT USED TO CALL THEM, CROWNED BY PINK NIPPLES WHICH ALSO GET RATHER LARGE WHEN IM COLD OR AROUSED.

AS I SAID WE WERE EACH REQUIRED TO STAND NAKED ON EITHER SIDE OF THE PRESIDENTS TABLE WHILST THE MEETING WAS IN PROGRESS. IT WAS JUST HIS WAY OF BIG NOTING HIMSELF IN FRONT OF THE VISITING DELEGATION FROM THE OTHER CLUB. WE WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO MOVE AND AFTER 90 MINUTES OF MEETING IT WAS UNCOMFORTABLE, SHIFTING WE IGHT FROM ONE FOOT TO ANOTHER, TRYING TO HIDE OUR MOVEMENTS, LOOKING STRAIGHT AHEAD.

IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT WE WERE THERE FOR SEX, SO IT WAS NOT A SURPRISE WHEN THE PRESIDENT ANNOUNCED THAT WE WERE NOW FOR THE VISITORS TO USE, AS HE PUT IT “TO RATIFY THE AGREEMENT BETWEEN THE TWO CLUBS.” IT WAS ACTUALLY QUITE A RELIEF TO MOVE AS WE WERE TOLD TO CLIMB UP ONTO THE BOARDROOM TABLE.

SANDRA WAS TOLD TO SIT WITH HER KNEES UP AND LEGS SPREAD AND I WAS MADE TO LAY ON MY FRONT WITH MY FACE IN HER CROTCH. I HAD NEVER PREVIOUSLY CONSIDERED MYSELF BI AND APART FROM A WEEK EARLIER I HAD NEVER EATEN ANOTHER GIRL. THAT TIME THE GIRL WAS SHAVED HOWEVER AND I HAD EASIER ACCESS, SANDRA WAS VERY BUSHY AND MOST OF THE TIME I WAS PUSHING HER PUBIC HAIR ASIDE WITH MY TONGUE SO THAT I COULD REACH HER CLIT. AS SHE GOT WETTER IT WAS EASIER AND I MANAGED TO BRING HER TO ORGASM, STICKING MY TONGUE UP INTO AND ALL AROUND HER LOVE CANAL.

IM NOT SURE HOW MANY GUYS JOINED IN, 7 OR 8 I THINK, BUT WE HAD HANDS ALL OVER US AS I GAVE HER ORAL. AFTER SANDRA ORGASMED SOME GUY LAID HER FLAT OUT AND BEGAN TO FUCK HER WHILST MY LEGS WERE PULLED OVER THE SIDE OF THE TABLE AND SOMEBODY STUCK HIS COCK UP MY CUNT BACKWAYS. ANOTHER GUY KNELT IN FRONT OF ME AND FUCKED MY MOUTH IN PERFECT TIME WITH HIS MATE AT MY REAR. THEY BOTH CAME TOGETHER, I SWALLOWED HIS CUM, OR MOST OF IT, JUST IN TIME TO SEE SANDRA GETTING BLASTED IN THE FACE AS A REWARD FOR HER ORAL SKILLS.

I WAS TURNED OVER AND TWO GUYS CLIMBED ABOARD, ONE IN MY CUNT AGAIN AND ONE BETWEEN MY TITS. HE SOON CAME, SPRAYING MY FACE WITH HIS CUM.

I SAW SANDRA BEING TAKEN ANNALLY, SHE DID NOT FLINCH AT ALL, I GUESS SHE IS USED TO IT. TO BE HONEST I DIDN’T FLINCH TOO MUCH EITHER WHEN THEY DID IT TO ME, I AM GETTING ACCUSTOMED TO IT TOO, NOT BAD CONSIDERING I WAS A VIRGIN THERE ONLY A MONTH AGO. ( AND GEEZE DID I FIGHT OFF GUYS WHO WANTED TO DO IT !!).

I GUESS THE PARTY LASTED FOR ABOUT 2 HOURS, I DID CUM ONCE OR TWICE BUT I SOON BECAME NUMB TO IT ALL AND JUST LAID THERE ACCEPTING REPEATED USE OF MY MOUTH, CUNT AND ASS.

All of us girls are at the disposal of a lot of the club members, especially the committee and their “inner circle”. If other members need us it has to be authorised by a senior club member.

New members normally do not have access to us with the exception of their initiation night. I have only been here for one initiation, on that occasion the four of us were given to two new members for the night. There was a slight alteration to that as Jeanette was called away at about 3am to serve the club secretary and several of his guests. It was on that night I discovered that I like the touch of a woman almost as much as the touch of a man.

AS I SAID BEFORE THIS WAS MY FIRST REAL TIME WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. LEAH AND I PUT ON A 69 SHOW FOR THE GUYS AND MADE EACH OTHER CUM ORALLY. LEAH IS SO SWEET, SHE IS MY FAVOURITE WITH ALL THE GIRLS. SHE IS NOT UNLIKE ME, LONG BLOND HAIR, BIT YOUNGER, 19, SMALLER BREASTS. SHE, LIKE ME, HAS BEEN TOLD TO KEEP HER SNATCH SHAVEN. AS THERE WERE ONLY TWO GUYS AND FOUR OF US GIRLS WE SOON TIRED THEM OUT. THEY DID MANAGE TO FUCK EACH ONE OF US WITHOUT CUMMING FOR A LITTLE WHILE ANYWAY AND WE ALL AT SOME STAGE IN THE NIGHT SUCKED EACH OF THEM TOO, BUT MOSTLY THEY WERE TOO SPENT TO CUM AGAIN.

BUT ALL IN ALL IT WAS NOT A VERY TAXING JOB FOR US AND AS WE ALL WERE THERE TOGETHER, NAKED, IT SEEMED NATURAL THAT WE GIRLS SHOULD TOUCH EACH OTHER. I CLIMAXED MORE FROM THE OTHER GIRLS FINGERING ME THAT I DID WITH THE GUYS THAT NIGHT. AND THE KISS OF ANOTHER GIRL, WELL ITS LOVELY. SO SOFT SO MOIST, NO STUBLE TO PRICK YOUR DELICATE SKIN. DON’T GET ME WRONG IM NOT A LESBIAN, I REALLY DO PREFER GUYS, BUT FROM NOW ON I HAVE FOUND A PRETTY GOOD SUBSTITUTE.

I am told by a senior member here that I have a couple of tasks to perform in the next week or so, the first one is to meet the managing director of a fashion house chain of stores. He desires me I hear. His name is Leroy and is 72 years of age so I can’t see that one being a very long or particularly hard task.

The other task is help secure the services of another girl. I am told she is bi and I was not aware then, but she fell in love with me some time ago. She is a make up artist who used to assist me when I was a fashion model. I am to befriend her, seduce her and arrange for intimate photos be taken of the two of us together. Sounds like a lot of sexy fun. Then she is to be delivered to a local government councilor who has business dealings with our club. It seems that he has taken a fancy to her.

IF I GET THE CHANCE I WILL LET YOU KNOW HOW THESES TASKS ARE PERFORMED

This morning one of the guys asked me if I miss Matt.

I smiled and said “Matt who?”

NO, THAT’S WRONG, I REALLY DO MISS MATT. HE IS THE BEST FUCK THAT I HAVE EVER HAD.

Pretty hot rape story by Bonnie.